<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672</id><updated>2010-01-03T17:26:59.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures of Little Ski and Baby Ski</title><subtitle type='html'>Our site is here to show our daily adventures with our 5 year old daughter and our 2 year 
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We were lucky to have such a great holiday filled with so many amazing people.  Here it is....in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Szux9_2CssI/AAAAAAAAEcE/n-pOjEAQlnY/s1600-h/formula_20081223_35.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421122255138763458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Szux9_2CssI/AAAAAAAAEcE/n-pOjEAQlnY/s400/formula_20081223_35.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One year ago, this was Ellie ringing the bell for Salvation Army.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Szux9nRzKnI/AAAAAAAAEb8/yRsLNtKG5Iw/s1600-h/ellie_20091211_99.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421122248544299634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Szux9nRzKnI/AAAAAAAAEb8/yRsLNtKG5Iw/s400/ellie_20091211_99.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's a tradition that I love, and I wanted to keep it going.  So, here she is this year helping by ringing the bell.  I want her to know, understand, and appreciate the true meaning of Christmas.  I would have taken Reid with me, but I was pretty sure that it would be a nightmare.  Maybe next year????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Szux9NymltI/AAAAAAAAEb0/UdGIEEhE3pw/s1600-h/christmas_20091221_99.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421122241702565586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Szux9NymltI/AAAAAAAAEb0/UdGIEEhE3pw/s400/christmas_20091221_99.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Doug and Aunt Holly sent some very special gifts in the mail for the kids.  Reid wouldn't let me grab him for a picture....he was too busy.  Ellie was proud to show off her bling here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuwX1OxdgI/AAAAAAAAEbs/9JaN78mAUyk/s1600-h/christmas_20091224_99_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421120499943044610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuwX1OxdgI/AAAAAAAAEbs/9JaN78mAUyk/s400/christmas_20091224_99_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie excited for Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuwXWDCPhI/AAAAAAAAEbk/oVkaooxtIzI/s1600-h/christmas_20091224_99_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421120491572313618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuwXWDCPhI/AAAAAAAAEbk/oVkaooxtIzI/s400/christmas_20091224_99_4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at that face of Reid's.  Who knows what Ellie was saying.....but Reid thought it was something quite funny by the looks of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuwXPBMPbI/AAAAAAAAEbc/mHTuPvz8ptA/s1600-h/christmas_20091224_99_6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421120489685532082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuwXPBMPbI/AAAAAAAAEbc/mHTuPvz8ptA/s400/christmas_20091224_99_6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Merry Christmas 2009!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuwWhQP90I/AAAAAAAAEbU/OXcqLVJ1qxw/s1600-h/christmas_20091224_99_19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421120477400659778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuwWhQP90I/AAAAAAAAEbU/OXcqLVJ1qxw/s400/christmas_20091224_99_19.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Figuring out how this top works. I am sure he will have it taken apart and put back together before he is 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuwWJ3lJHI/AAAAAAAAEbM/UTMHG_GvwAA/s1600-h/christmas_20091224_99_20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421120471123174514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuwWJ3lJHI/AAAAAAAAEbM/UTMHG_GvwAA/s400/christmas_20091224_99_20.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid got this top from my mom that he is seriously intrigued with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuuS6bU2sI/AAAAAAAAEbE/sIxxFeaC6Ao/s1600-h/christmas_20091224_99_22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421118216415271618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuuS6bU2sI/AAAAAAAAEbE/sIxxFeaC6Ao/s400/christmas_20091224_99_22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid and Uncle Kevin sporting the same haircut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuuSpgn-LI/AAAAAAAAEa8/ZtALpcFEJyw/s1600-h/christmas_20091224_99_39.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421118211874093234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuuSpgn-LI/AAAAAAAAEa8/ZtALpcFEJyw/s400/christmas_20091224_99_39.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie and Grandma with a very special horse from Grandma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuuSQGv7lI/AAAAAAAAEa0/hmLkrWbx2l8/s1600-h/christmas_20091224_99_33.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421118205054676562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuuSQGv7lI/AAAAAAAAEa0/hmLkrWbx2l8/s400/christmas_20091224_99_33.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess I have to admit it....that's my brother. : )   (and I'll admit anyday that this is my sister in law)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuuR-rzTWI/AAAAAAAAEas/dBXVcwt2vDw/s1600-h/christmas_20091224_99_34.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421118200378248546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuuR-rzTWI/AAAAAAAAEas/dBXVcwt2vDw/s400/christmas_20091224_99_34.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My brother and sister in law. Hilarious. We just laugh when we get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuuRmjJhLI/AAAAAAAAEak/DAqKoRyW_lc/s1600-h/christmas_20091224_99_46.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421118193899504818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuuRmjJhLI/AAAAAAAAEak/DAqKoRyW_lc/s400/christmas_20091224_99_46.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep, this is the man I married.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzusVj_0c2I/AAAAAAAAEac/4_Z0rJLVDcU/s1600-h/christmas_20091224_99_44.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421116062910673762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzusVj_0c2I/AAAAAAAAEac/4_Z0rJLVDcU/s400/christmas_20091224_99_44.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls....my sister in law, Carol, Ellie, me, and mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzusVFODNDI/AAAAAAAAEaU/1DqWgMRO1u8/s1600-h/christmas_20091224_99_52.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421116054648861746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzusVFODNDI/AAAAAAAAEaU/1DqWgMRO1u8/s400/christmas_20091224_99_52.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy and Ellie leaving out cookies and milk for Santa. So exciting!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzusUwx8t6I/AAAAAAAAEaM/xbmjl1NdgSg/s1600-h/christmas_20091224_99_54.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421116049162287010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzusUwx8t6I/AAAAAAAAEaM/xbmjl1NdgSg/s400/christmas_20091224_99_54.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry, this picture would not cooperate with me....just turn your head slightly to the right to read. Santa left Ellie and Reid a nice note.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzusUe6ivcI/AAAAAAAAEaE/hrYaks4rG8I/s1600-h/christmas_20091225_99_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421116044366495170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzusUe6ivcI/AAAAAAAAEaE/hrYaks4rG8I/s400/christmas_20091225_99_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie playing with the play-doh machine she got from Uncle Kevin and Aunt Carol. Fun times! You should have seen the f loor after she was done. Oh, my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuqV8scrOI/AAAAAAAAEZ8/wkM10WiJsB8/s1600-h/christmas_20091225_99_8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421113870517054690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuqV8scrOI/AAAAAAAAEZ8/wkM10WiJsB8/s400/christmas_20091225_99_8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie and Reid enjoying some of their gifts at Grandma and Pappy's house on Christmas Day. Oh, and by the way....the finger paint stayed at Grandma's!!!! **I am sorry Pappy, Pap Pap, and Grandma Wilson....where are the pics of you????? Don't worry, I will make up for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuqVhZV4FI/AAAAAAAAEZ0/lXEc3I6RJLs/s1600-h/christmas_20091225_99_12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421113863189160018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuqVhZV4FI/AAAAAAAAEZ0/lXEc3I6RJLs/s400/christmas_20091225_99_12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie and Uncle Aaron...oh, and Ellie's baby that swims. She was so excited to get this doll. This was number 1 on her list this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuqVPZA5tI/AAAAAAAAEZs/x0d-LwPDlmE/s1600-h/DSCN0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421113858355947218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuqVPZA5tI/AAAAAAAAEZs/x0d-LwPDlmE/s400/DSCN0177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma and Reid with the annual calendar gift that never seems to get old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuqU784cvI/AAAAAAAAEZk/5bKmftjUECs/s1600-h/christmas_20091225_99_16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421113853137679090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuqU784cvI/AAAAAAAAEZk/5bKmftjUECs/s400/christmas_20091225_99_16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Aaron...and believe it or not, Reid took this photo. I kid you not! The child loves buttons and has most electronics figured out already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuqUipJunI/AAAAAAAAEZc/K_5qsL0EITU/s1600-h/IMG_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421113846344039026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzuqUipJunI/AAAAAAAAEZc/K_5qsL0EITU/s400/IMG_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reid and my uncle Dave (my dad's brother). We really enjoyed being able to go spend time with my dad's side of the family as well as the other family gatherings we had. It was a Christmas with many good memories in it, which is what we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Szulx0wYqkI/AAAAAAAAEZU/Nxz9VkfuI_E/s1600-h/IMG_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421108851864283714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Szulx0wYqkI/AAAAAAAAEZU/Nxz9VkfuI_E/s400/IMG_0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are the great-grandkids on my dad's side of the family posing with Santa who made a surprise visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzulxGJtSdI/AAAAAAAAEZE/-SMm4mm0pWQ/s1600-h/Christmas+Family+Silly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421108839354026450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzulxGJtSdI/AAAAAAAAEZE/-SMm4mm0pWQ/s400/Christmas+Family+Silly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And of course, no Christmas is complete without the "funny family pose". We are blessed, no doubt. The memories of Dad and Christmas' past were all alive and with us throughout the whole month of December, and we intend to always keep it this way. We did make some new memories together, but always promising to bring back the memories of Christmas' past as well. As I put on my necklace from Brian each day, I vow to read it, recite it, and believe it.....for it states something so simple, yet so true....Yes, "I am blessed." We hope your Christmas celebrations were blessings to you as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-4986973910352158867?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/4986973910352158867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=4986973910352158867' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/4986973910352158867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/4986973910352158867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-in-nutshell.html' title='Christmas in a nutshell'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14283967524672023049'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Szux9_2CssI/AAAAAAAAEcE/n-pOjEAQlnY/s72-c/formula_20081223_35.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-4559380532658910567</id><published>2009-12-23T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T13:19:44.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Itsy....Bitsy.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SPIDER!!!!!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzKIgoRqfdI/AAAAAAAAEY8/85Xmq0YkBBs/s1600-h/ellie_20091220_99.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418543395828825554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzKIgoRqfdI/AAAAAAAAEY8/85Xmq0YkBBs/s400/ellie_20091220_99.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking for it......Looking for it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzKIgedNuMI/AAAAAAAAEY0/udygVklomFg/s1600-h/ellie_20091220_99_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418543393192917186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzKIgedNuMI/AAAAAAAAEY0/udygVklomFg/s400/ellie_20091220_99_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I see it, do you?????  Brian is holding Reid up towards our ceiling to see our little friend, "Webby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzKIf0cSAQI/AAAAAAAAEYs/wSEfccD-g9c/s1600-h/ellie_20091220_99_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418543381914714370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzKIf0cSAQI/AAAAAAAAEYs/wSEfccD-g9c/s400/ellie_20091220_99_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Intrigued by this little tiny speck on the ceiling.  Hey, whatever holds his attention!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-4559380532658910567?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/4559380532658910567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=4559380532658910567' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/4559380532658910567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/4559380532658910567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-itsybitsy.html' title='Our Itsy....Bitsy.....'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14283967524672023049'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SzKIgoRqfdI/AAAAAAAAEY8/85Xmq0YkBBs/s72-c/ellie_20091220_99.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-3592070133280969364</id><published>2009-12-19T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T18:03:45.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool Program</title><content type='html'>I was lucky enough to be able to see Ellie's Christmas program at school on Friday. I took the day off and enjoyed every minute of watching how much Ellie has grown up! She was the "Bell" in the play and did a great job. She led the group out and was the first part of the program. I am so proud of her, and felt so blessed to be able to spend the day with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sy2CuWKYwcI/AAAAAAAAEYc/98HmETyCjEE/s1600-h/ellie_20091218_99_6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417129659531313602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sy2CuWKYwcI/AAAAAAAAEYc/98HmETyCjEE/s400/ellie_20091218_99_6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie after her play. I was so glad she wanted to wear a dress. Last year, I could not get her to wear a dress.....she seriously wore jeans to her program last year. I decided that you pick your battles, and that wasn't one that was worth fighting.....but inside it killed me! I was glad that Ellie wanted to dress up and look nice this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sy2Ct-MOrqI/AAAAAAAAEYU/Uyq3i2WK1co/s1600-h/ellie_20091218_99_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417129653096591010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sy2Ct-MOrqI/AAAAAAAAEYU/Uyq3i2WK1co/s400/ellie_20091218_99_5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie and Thatcher. They have known each other since they were babies....and now are in the same class at school. Too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sy2CCur0OFI/AAAAAAAAEYM/rlSyddaqkIQ/s1600-h/ellie_20091218_99_7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417128910199732306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sy2CCur0OFI/AAAAAAAAEYM/rlSyddaqkIQ/s400/ellie_20091218_99_7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie and my mom. She wouldn't have missed this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sy2CCLRUAOI/AAAAAAAAEYE/lsbtLlTvGtY/s1600-h/ellie_20091218_99_8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417128900693328098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sy2CCLRUAOI/AAAAAAAAEYE/lsbtLlTvGtY/s400/ellie_20091218_99_8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie and me after the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417132388389600562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sy2FNL85vTI/AAAAAAAAEYk/AO_HscexyrQ/s400/ellie_20091218_99_12.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Ellie and her Pappy who came to see her perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sy2CB6LOxYI/AAAAAAAAEX8/KHvSCbXasCE/s1600-h/ellie_20091218_99_9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417128896104416642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sy2CB6LOxYI/AAAAAAAAEX8/KHvSCbXasCE/s400/ellie_20091218_99_9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie and one of her teachers, Mrs. Harrison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sy2CBgSd6qI/AAAAAAAAEX0/uyuXlWI9b7o/s1600-h/ellie_20091218_99_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417128889155447458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sy2CBgSd6qI/AAAAAAAAEX0/uyuXlWI9b7o/s400/ellie_20091218_99_4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie and her teacher, Mrs. Thomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sy2CBda7XcI/AAAAAAAAEXs/3C4L_W2KwtU/s1600-h/ellie_20091218_99_11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417128888385625538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sy2CBda7XcI/AAAAAAAAEXs/3C4L_W2KwtU/s400/ellie_20091218_99_11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And what's better than to top off the day at Applebee's for lunch???? We had a great day, and it was just what we needed to get us all geared up for Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-3592070133280969364?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/3592070133280969364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=3592070133280969364' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/3592070133280969364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/3592070133280969364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/12/preschool-program.html' title='Preschool Program'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14283967524672023049'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sy2CuWKYwcI/AAAAAAAAEYc/98HmETyCjEE/s72-c/ellie_20091218_99_6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-1062184511856896552</id><published>2009-12-18T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T04:06:08.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>So, have I told you all before that we have the BEST sitter???? We have always been so blessed by our caregivers. Sooooo lucky. My sitter took this "photo shoot" of Reid the other day. She has these great windows that are just Reid's height, and he has a habit of sitting near one and waiting for me when he knows that I will be pulling in the drive to come get the kids. I love these pictures. Thanks Jen, for all you do. We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SytuC7lwHNI/AAAAAAAAEXk/NoLYvCi5_BI/s1600-h/DSC02014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416543973477981394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SytuC7lwHNI/AAAAAAAAEXk/NoLYvCi5_BI/s400/DSC02014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Serious man here......very serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SytuCt6893I/AAAAAAAAEXc/x-zzkLkwswQ/s1600-h/DSC02016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416543969808807794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SytuCt6893I/AAAAAAAAEXc/x-zzkLkwswQ/s400/DSC02016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting for Mommy with his dump truck near by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SytuCe_XenI/AAAAAAAAEXU/dJJml3qi-tg/s1600-h/DSC02017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416543965800790642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SytuCe_XenI/AAAAAAAAEXU/dJJml3qi-tg/s400/DSC02017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love the reflection....and the chilled out pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SytuCPVEsgI/AAAAAAAAEXM/JapEvdWJ02I/s1600-h/DSC02018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416543961596867074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SytuCPVEsgI/AAAAAAAAEXM/JapEvdWJ02I/s400/DSC02018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking for Mommy, still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SytuB5fN4KI/AAAAAAAAEXE/dMykDvqw4q8/s1600-h/DSC02021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416543955733831842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SytuB5fN4KI/AAAAAAAAEXE/dMykDvqw4q8/s400/DSC02021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" Could it be her coming?????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SytsxhaWPoI/AAAAAAAAEW0/FbpTcxD2oMw/s1600-h/DSC02022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416542574881422978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SytsxhaWPoI/AAAAAAAAEW0/FbpTcxD2oMw/s400/DSC02022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This would be the face Reid gives you when you ask him for his "Mad Face". I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SytsxTmjJNI/AAAAAAAAEWs/DWR37FjcKhk/s1600-h/DSC02024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416542571174503634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SytsxTmjJNI/AAAAAAAAEWs/DWR37FjcKhk/s400/DSC02024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweetness with a bit of ornery mixed in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sytsw58fxGI/AAAAAAAAEWk/7Bhc1o4GypQ/s1600-h/DSC02025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416542564287235170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sytsw58fxGI/AAAAAAAAEWk/7Bhc1o4GypQ/s400/DSC02025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ornery with a little sweetness in this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SytswjQRzOI/AAAAAAAAEWc/kB3V8mJBKKo/s1600-h/DSC02013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416542558196190434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SytswjQRzOI/AAAAAAAAEWc/kB3V8mJBKKo/s400/DSC02013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's my boy. Feeling blessed all around. It's nice to have some "reflection" this time of year....and I am grateful at how far Reid has come. Love you, big guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-1062184511856896552?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/1062184511856896552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=1062184511856896552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/1062184511856896552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/1062184511856896552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/12/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14283967524672023049'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SytuC7lwHNI/AAAAAAAAEXk/NoLYvCi5_BI/s72-c/DSC02014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-8089201966898292815</id><published>2009-12-10T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T18:13:50.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Spirit"</title><content type='html'>Mom came over for dinner tonight....and Reid wanted to show her all the important ornaments on the tree.  His favorite one is "Grandpa singing".  We have an ornament that has our extended family recorded singing the "Doxology" together.  We always start our Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners by singing this.  The ornament is from last years Christmas gathering with Dad leading the singing.  Reid LOVES to hear the music.....and I love to hear him say, "Grandpa singing."  Helps keep Dad close in our hearts....and his spirit seems a little closer to us, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGpdcRQH5I/AAAAAAAAEWU/7XulaXNjCOE/s1600-h/reid_20091210_99.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413794550345899922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGpdcRQH5I/AAAAAAAAEWU/7XulaXNjCOE/s400/reid_20091210_99.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid and Grandma listening to "Grandpa singing".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGpc8QmMdI/AAAAAAAAEWM/6rfPoczK5H0/s1600-h/reid_20091210_99_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413794541753217490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGpc8QmMdI/AAAAAAAAEWM/6rfPoczK5H0/s400/reid_20091210_99_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid is holding the speical ornament in his hands and is pushing the top to make it work.  We all enjoyed hearing "Grandpa singing" tonight.  I am so glad we have this memory to hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-8089201966898292815?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/8089201966898292815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=8089201966898292815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/8089201966898292815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/8089201966898292815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/12/spirit.html' title='&quot;Spirit&quot;'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14283967524672023049'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGpdcRQH5I/AAAAAAAAEWU/7XulaXNjCOE/s72-c/reid_20091210_99.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-34548475951141468</id><published>2009-12-10T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T18:02:56.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Proud"</title><content type='html'>My 4th graders are amazing.....They were all in agreement that it would be better for them to partake in service projects for our community this year for Christmas instead of having classroom gift exchanges.  Awesome.  We have had a really mild start to our winter....and all of that changed....today.  The day that our first service project took place.  Naturally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we bundled everyone up, headed out with our handmade Christmas ornaments and chain links, and walked downtown from school to decorate the tree.  **sidenote...we were told that we "may" want to have a ladder if we wanted to put a star on top...."may" being the key word.  So, we got there (oh, just as another sidenote....it was a whopping 20 degrees out....and major winds) and saw how big the tree &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; was.  We needed a ladder just to decorate to the top....which we didn't bring.  So, to make a long story short, we borrowed one from the local bank (along with one of the male bank workers...whose wife works at school with us) and we got this thing going.  The kids were so excited....it was really a lot of fun.  I am really proud to see the spirit of Christmas flowing freely within my kids.  It seems to make the season even brighter yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGlRrcwFEI/AAAAAAAAEWE/Oe7-QNFSh_o/s1600-h/shreve_20091210_99_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413789950215722050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGlRrcwFEI/AAAAAAAAEWE/Oe7-QNFSh_o/s400/shreve_20091210_99_4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The proud sign hanging near the Christmas tree that was made by our kids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGlRHb0bQI/AAAAAAAAEV8/YUOCx71ndko/s1600-h/shreve_20091210_99_7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413789940548136194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGlRHb0bQI/AAAAAAAAEV8/YUOCx71ndko/s400/shreve_20091210_99_7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Starting to decorate......look how BIG that tree is!  We couldn't come close to getting the star on top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGkl5ncePI/AAAAAAAAEV0/pBs3lhu1kVw/s1600-h/shreve_20091210_99_13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413789198104426738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGkl5ncePI/AAAAAAAAEV0/pBs3lhu1kVw/s400/shreve_20091210_99_13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brrrrrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGklh5cpUI/AAAAAAAAEVs/2c79KXxALY0/s1600-h/ellie_20091210_99.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413789191737484610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGklh5cpUI/AAAAAAAAEVs/2c79KXxALY0/s400/ellie_20091210_99.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, to make the day even more fun, Ellie and my mom came to school this afternoon to hear the primary grades give their Christmas concert.  Ellie loves to come visit, and I was lucky enough that Mom could bring her down this afternoon.  Here she is showing off her drawing she made on my whiteboard.  This girl loves to draw!  I hope it continues!  She takes after Uncle Kevin's art ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGkldEH_-I/AAAAAAAAEVk/19gTZimL62I/s1600-h/ellie_20091210_99_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413789190440091618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGkldEH_-I/AAAAAAAAEVk/19gTZimL62I/s400/ellie_20091210_99_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A close up look.  Notice Santa????  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGkk6Z0QMI/AAAAAAAAEVc/6AxPsqTlzwE/s1600-h/ellie_20091210_99_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413789181135831234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGkk6Z0QMI/AAAAAAAAEVc/6AxPsqTlzwE/s400/ellie_20091210_99_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a fun day for us all.  I feel lucky today.....and even a little more blessed than yesterday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGkkcx_sjI/AAAAAAAAEVU/KFwr6As0Vwk/s1600-h/ellie_20091210_99_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413789173184180786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGkkcx_sjI/AAAAAAAAEVU/KFwr6As0Vwk/s400/ellie_20091210_99_5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And as we drew closer to the sitter's house to pick up Reid, I looked backwards, and found Ellie like this.  Poor thing!  She was so out of it....she didn't even mind being uncomfortable!  It was a very Merry day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-34548475951141468?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/34548475951141468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=34548475951141468' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/34548475951141468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/34548475951141468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/12/proud.html' title='&quot;Proud&quot;'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14283967524672023049'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SyGlRrcwFEI/AAAAAAAAEWE/Oe7-QNFSh_o/s72-c/shreve_20091210_99_4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-3716018417780910320</id><published>2009-12-05T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T13:28:07.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helper???</title><content type='html'>See my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;helper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; below.....she couldn't wait to &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hel&lt;/em&gt;p&lt;/span&gt; me with the wrapping this year!!!! So, family members....watch out....this year's wrapping is EXTRA special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SxrOVcb4nZI/AAAAAAAAEVM/6IsWMGziYWI/s1600-h/ellie_20091205_99.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411864770044796306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SxrOVcb4nZI/AAAAAAAAEVM/6IsWMGziYWI/s400/ellie_20091205_99.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SxrOVFBzdmI/AAAAAAAAEVE/NOJOl2D1ahA/s1600-h/ellie_20091205_99_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411864763761391202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SxrOVFBzdmI/AAAAAAAAEVE/NOJOl2D1ahA/s400/ellie_20091205_99_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, and I guess I should explain....we wrapped gifts in her room because Reid was sleeping and I didn't want to disturb him by wrapping in the guest room.  What an afternoon!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-3716018417780910320?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/3716018417780910320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=3716018417780910320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/3716018417780910320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/3716018417780910320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/12/helper.html' title='Helper???'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14283967524672023049'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SxrOVcb4nZI/AAAAAAAAEVM/6IsWMGziYWI/s72-c/ellie_20091205_99.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-4623324866802774085</id><published>2009-11-29T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T04:46:34.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last one....</title><content type='html'>Ellie completed her first round of ballet classes last week.  She wants to sign up for the winter session, though.  She really loved her teacher and loved the time with 12 other little 4 and 5 year olds.  She LOVED wearing a leotard and tutu....that goes unsaid.  It was fun to watch her.  The classes were closed door....so we never could see as the classes progressed how the kids were doing.  On the last class, we were able to go and sit in on the hour long class, and see exactly how class worked.  It was too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SxJrST1ntxI/AAAAAAAAEUs/c82LBq8uyhs/s1600/reid_20091121_99_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409504064732378898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SxJrST1ntxI/AAAAAAAAEUs/c82LBq8uyhs/s400/reid_20091121_99_5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie's ballet class....doing bar exercises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SxJrR9wY1aI/AAAAAAAAEUk/QHaeHDWft5g/s1600/reid_20091121_99_10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409504058804852130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SxJrR9wY1aI/AAAAAAAAEUk/QHaeHDWft5g/s400/reid_20091121_99_10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My girl loves pink.....and obviously didn't get the memo....everyone else wore black!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SxJrRnMKBPI/AAAAAAAAEUc/gQeVQg2elJY/s1600/reid_20091121_99_15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409504052747306226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SxJrRnMKBPI/AAAAAAAAEUc/gQeVQg2elJY/s400/reid_20091121_99_15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Silly girl!  I love seeing her having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SxJrRT4tFqI/AAAAAAAAEUU/_X9nJmukd34/s1600/reid_20091121_99_22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409504047565444770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SxJrRT4tFqI/AAAAAAAAEUU/_X9nJmukd34/s400/reid_20091121_99_22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yippeeeee, Ellie!  We are proud of you!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-4623324866802774085?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/4623324866802774085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=4623324866802774085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/4623324866802774085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/4623324866802774085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-one.html' title='Last one....'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14283967524672023049'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SxJrST1ntxI/AAAAAAAAEUs/c82LBq8uyhs/s72-c/reid_20091121_99_5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-6816975669502673666</id><published>2009-11-25T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T18:22:01.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankfulness</title><content type='html'>I am so thankful for so very much this year.....and to be simple and to the point....here is where my thankfulness begins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sw3lNne9r0I/AAAAAAAAEUM/EI0Va1MUtIM/s1600/formula_20090703_99_21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408230749641748290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sw3lNne9r0I/AAAAAAAAEUM/EI0Va1MUtIM/s400/formula_20090703_99_21.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am grateful for my family.  I am honored to be a wife to Brian and a mom to two amazing (yet, tiring) little creatures!  This Thanksgiving, I am so thankful to be with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sw3lNcakcPI/AAAAAAAAEUE/5teNUss0A7E/s1600/formula_20081115_99_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408230746670526706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sw3lNcakcPI/AAAAAAAAEUE/5teNUss0A7E/s400/formula_20081115_99_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what life is all about, right?  I am grateful that I have the opportunity to be thankful for so very much.  Happy Thanksgiving to you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-6816975669502673666?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/6816975669502673666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=6816975669502673666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/6816975669502673666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/6816975669502673666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankfulness.html' title='Thankfulness'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14283967524672023049'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sw3lNne9r0I/AAAAAAAAEUM/EI0Va1MUtIM/s72-c/formula_20090703_99_21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-5452978244167950698</id><published>2009-11-10T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T17:54:39.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvoZSvxxPeI/AAAAAAAAET8/90Hve3ePrZk/s1600-h/ellie_20091107_99_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402658512837885410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvoZSvxxPeI/AAAAAAAAET8/90Hve3ePrZk/s400/ellie_20091107_99_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This isn't typical at your house?????  Hmmmmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-5452978244167950698?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/5452978244167950698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=5452978244167950698' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/5452978244167950698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/5452978244167950698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/11/really.html' title='Really?????'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14283967524672023049'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvoZSvxxPeI/AAAAAAAAET8/90Hve3ePrZk/s72-c/ellie_20091107_99_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-6532303470181936619</id><published>2009-11-08T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T12:33:16.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Day!!!!</title><content type='html'>We had family over for Reid's 2nd birthday party last night.  It was a great time and another day to be thankful for my wild and crazy 2 year old!!!!  Here are some of the highlights.  I took loads of pictures and have some video to post later...but here are the nuts and bolts of the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvcnyS7vD2I/AAAAAAAAET0/imLGjJ-m4ZI/s1600-h/reid_20091107_99_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401830023083528034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvcnyS7vD2I/AAAAAAAAET0/imLGjJ-m4ZI/s400/reid_20091107_99_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Mow Mow" cake....Reid's request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Svcnx_5KmfI/AAAAAAAAETs/AofLJTkyb5k/s1600-h/reid_20091107_99_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401830017972476402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Svcnx_5KmfI/AAAAAAAAETs/AofLJTkyb5k/s400/reid_20091107_99_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Singing happy birthday....oh, excuse me...."Hapa Daka!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvcnxuLfexI/AAAAAAAAETk/YoYYi_GeMDI/s1600-h/reid_20091107_99_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401830013217504018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvcnxuLfexI/AAAAAAAAETk/YoYYi_GeMDI/s400/reid_20091107_99_4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Notice the help from big sister.....I had to laugh.  I am sure Reid could have taken care of business himself....but big sister is always there to back him up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvcnxUBg4nI/AAAAAAAAETc/KEi2Q4RxBxQ/s1600-h/reid_20091107_99_8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401830006196331122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvcnxUBg4nI/AAAAAAAAETc/KEi2Q4RxBxQ/s400/reid_20091107_99_8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cake was a success!  Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvcnxM7ynZI/AAAAAAAAETU/iR0NAyDxwjc/s1600-h/reid_20091107_99_9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401830004293279122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvcnxM7ynZI/AAAAAAAAETU/iR0NAyDxwjc/s400/reid_20091107_99_9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A real success....gotta get every last bit of that taken care of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvcmsdLbGDI/AAAAAAAAETM/T6ISp8Qifh4/s1600-h/reid_20091107_99_10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401828823242840114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvcmsdLbGDI/AAAAAAAAETM/T6ISp8Qifh4/s400/reid_20091107_99_10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He spent time figuring out how the bow was put together.  Seriously.  He is a thinker.  At this rate, it will take 12 days to get through Christmas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvcmsA264tI/AAAAAAAAETE/xC32IJSgMVo/s1600-h/reid_20091107_99_16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401828815640650450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvcmsA264tI/AAAAAAAAETE/xC32IJSgMVo/s400/reid_20091107_99_16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my cousin and Reid.  Getting into the unwrapping finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Svcmr9gJRfI/AAAAAAAAES8/6R4Kq4wI8rg/s1600-h/reid_20091107_99_25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401828814739817970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Svcmr9gJRfI/AAAAAAAAES8/6R4Kq4wI8rg/s400/reid_20091107_99_25.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahhhhh, the pinata.  This was Ellie's idea.  And it was great fun.  What a way to put the Halloween candy to use!  We just filled the pinata up and had a ball!  Note to self.....every year the Halloween candy can easily fill a pinata for ALL to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvcmrnwL7mI/AAAAAAAAES0/QHUU-yahXIc/s1600-h/reid_20091107_99_27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401828808901520994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvcmrnwL7mI/AAAAAAAAES0/QHUU-yahXIc/s400/reid_20091107_99_27.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taking it all in while Ellie was hitting the pinata with all she had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvcmrZkezMI/AAAAAAAAESs/lIdjoDG2rUk/s1600-h/reid_20091107_99.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401828805094329538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvcmrZkezMI/AAAAAAAAESs/lIdjoDG2rUk/s400/reid_20091107_99.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOOK WHO IS HOME!!!!!!  Pap Pap is back from his 6 months away in PA with his other son.  Reid was soooooo glad to see him.  They were buddies for much of the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvclSoHkJhI/AAAAAAAAESk/Xok6iZaf9Uo/s1600-h/reid_20091107_99_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401827279991219730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvclSoHkJhI/AAAAAAAAESk/Xok6iZaf9Uo/s400/reid_20091107_99_5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cousin, Coman, with Ellie.  Ellie loved her time with him.  My aunt and him live in Illinois....so time with them is precious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvclSdasTxI/AAAAAAAAESc/4PIyP8xAejo/s1600-h/reid_20091107_99_22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401827277118656274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvclSdasTxI/AAAAAAAAESc/4PIyP8xAejo/s400/reid_20091107_99_22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom and Ellie.  It definitely was hard without Dad there.  But we were grateful for our time together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvclR9qX0YI/AAAAAAAAESU/uLRs16mieeo/s1600-h/reid_20091107_99_29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401827268594487682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvclR9qX0YI/AAAAAAAAESU/uLRs16mieeo/s400/reid_20091107_99_29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma with Reid and one of his gifts from Aunt Diane.  A dry erase board.  He loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvclRe3sybI/AAAAAAAAESM/wc9-cl2okRY/s1600-h/reid_20091107_99_40.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401827260328888754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvclRe3sybI/AAAAAAAAESM/wc9-cl2okRY/s400/reid_20091107_99_40.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The night was coming to a close here.....tired eyes and time for a little reading together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvclQ5SgdvI/AAAAAAAAESE/9r1ImaQAvhQ/s1600-h/reid_20091107_99_17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401827250240780018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvclQ5SgdvI/AAAAAAAAESE/9r1ImaQAvhQ/s400/reid_20091107_99_17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little man is not so little anymore.  Had a great night with family.  Feel so bad that Pappy and Grandma did not get in the pictures....how did that happen????  Oops!  Loved our time together and feel blessed by the love around Reid.  Happy birthday big guy!   Love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-6532303470181936619?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/6532303470181936619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=6532303470181936619' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/6532303470181936619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/6532303470181936619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/11/party-day.html' title='Party Day!!!!'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14283967524672023049'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SvcnyS7vD2I/AAAAAAAAET0/imLGjJ-m4ZI/s72-c/reid_20091107_99_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-2942133964548155503</id><published>2009-11-04T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:53:38.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about the birthday boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=9cc3856d102cfa936d4705" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=9cc3856d102cfa936d4705&amp;skin_id=701&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt3" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make video montages at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-2942133964548155503?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/2942133964548155503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=2942133964548155503' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/2942133964548155503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/2942133964548155503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-all-about-birthday-boy.html' title='It&apos;s all about the birthday boy!'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14283967524672023049'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-2487676497229310865</id><published>2009-11-02T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:58:58.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, my sweet...</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow (11-3) it's official......my baby will be turning 2.  In some ways, it seems like Reid has been here as long as Ellie has.  It truly does.  It's hard to remember a time when Brian and I didn't have kids.  And it's hard to remember a time when it was just the 3 of us.  It just seems that Reid has been with us all along.  But at the same time, 2 years???  My little one that has been down quite a long road is already 2???  Amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed by Reid's strength, courage, and absolute orneriness.  I am lucky to have the chance to be his mom.  I don't know if we are heading into the "terrible 2's" because I feel we have been there for about 8 months!!!!!  I am hoping that God will grant us a beautiful year together, and that those so called "terrible 2's" won't be so terrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, my sweet.  Everyday you make me smile.  Everyday you make me proud.  Everyday you make me say "Time out" about 6 times too many.  Everyday you melt my heart.  I love you, Reid.  Happy 2nd birthday!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;.......Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Su-Li8EHNZI/AAAAAAAAER8/WiGjzd6Ufgo/s1600-h/IMG_3507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399687910595704210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Su-Li8EHNZI/AAAAAAAAER8/WiGjzd6Ufgo/s400/IMG_3507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; November 2007- brand new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Su-Li52Y-BI/AAAAAAAAER0/eoGpb1ppBnM/s1600-h/formula_20081022_72.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399687910001276946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Su-Li52Y-BI/AAAAAAAAER0/eoGpb1ppBnM/s400/formula_20081022_72.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; November 2008- 1 year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Su-LiQYH9nI/AAAAAAAAERs/VwWAtlzfHU8/s1600-h/reid_20090928_99_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399687898868479602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Su-LiQYH9nI/AAAAAAAAERs/VwWAtlzfHU8/s400/reid_20090928_99_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; November 2009- 2 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-2487676497229310865?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/2487676497229310865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=2487676497229310865' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/2487676497229310865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/2487676497229310865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-my-sweet.html' title='Happy Birthday, my sweet...'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14283967524672023049'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Su-Li8EHNZI/AAAAAAAAER8/WiGjzd6Ufgo/s72-c/IMG_3507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-4557213966008776006</id><published>2009-10-31T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T18:56:46.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October in Pictures</title><content type='html'>Hold on to your hats, folks....there are lots of pictures to share.  We have been doing well here as we daily adjust to the loss of Dad.  Ellie has lots of questions each day for us, but is really amazing us with her maturity through all this.  We have been keeping busy here and I just haven't taken the time to post.  So, this is just a mix of some of the fun we have been up to.  There isn't really any rhyme or reason to my pictures.....just showing off October in pictures!  Hope all your Halloween-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; was as fun as ours!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuznjebpMsI/AAAAAAAAERc/5SMwJUnD8cE/s1600-h/rental_20091031_99_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398944649960829634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuznjebpMsI/AAAAAAAAERc/5SMwJUnD8cE/s400/rental_20091031_99_5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie (the horse) and 2 of her neighbor friends.  All are just a few months apart in age.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuznjDS9V_I/AAAAAAAAERU/AXEpYoa_scY/s1600-h/rental_20091031_99_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398944642676643826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuznjDS9V_I/AAAAAAAAERU/AXEpYoa_scY/s400/rental_20091031_99_4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie and her buddy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ryne&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Suzni7KMyyI/AAAAAAAAERM/NZEoYY4BbV8/s1600-h/rental_20091031_99_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398944640492423970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Suzni7KMyyI/AAAAAAAAERM/NZEoYY4BbV8/s400/rental_20091031_99_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little "stinker" and my little horse......the tail ends!  This picture was Ellie's idea.  Funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Suzniq7LMyI/AAAAAAAAERE/iU2XMkgBnww/s1600-h/rental_20091031_99_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398944636134437666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Suzniq7LMyI/AAAAAAAAERE/iU2XMkgBnww/s400/rental_20091031_99_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what Reid thought of his costume.  Brian promised him a "manly" costume next year.  I was just being economical...Ellie wore this last year!  Yeah, digest that sentence again.  Reid is almost 2......Ellie wore the costume when she was 4.  He is huge, my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzniUh4UHI/AAAAAAAAEQ8/-EffJ5S8eLM/s1600-h/rental_20091031_99.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398944630122762354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzniUh4UHI/AAAAAAAAEQ8/-EffJ5S8eLM/s400/rental_20091031_99.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lovies&lt;/span&gt; ready to fill up their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;goodie&lt;/span&gt; bags!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzmMWvITdI/AAAAAAAAEQ0/LzlRg-OOjuE/s1600-h/rental_20091030_99_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398943153246457298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzmMWvITdI/AAAAAAAAEQ0/LzlRg-OOjuE/s400/rental_20091030_99_4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was warm enough on Friday for no coats!  It was beautiful, so we took advantage of some leaf jumping!  Ellie was happy to pose for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzmMNTS1TI/AAAAAAAAEQs/D2O9aTQzcuY/s1600-h/rental_20091030_99_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398943150713787698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzmMNTS1TI/AAAAAAAAEQs/D2O9aTQzcuY/s400/rental_20091030_99_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Again......not shy around the camera as you can see.  Reid was nowhere to be found.  He was too busy "raking" for me to get any pictures of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzmLo0dvoI/AAAAAAAAEQk/psWZ40BnZaM/s1600-h/rental_20091030_99_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398943140920802946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzmLo0dvoI/AAAAAAAAEQk/psWZ40BnZaM/s400/rental_20091030_99_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There they are!!!!  Reid would just hysterically laugh in the leaves.  They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tickled&lt;/span&gt; his neck and he could not keep from cracking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzmLQIJPPI/AAAAAAAAEQc/Fxs44sE6NTQ/s1600-h/rental_20091030_99.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398943134292458738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzmLQIJPPI/AAAAAAAAEQc/Fxs44sE6NTQ/s400/rental_20091030_99.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A great day for a leaf pile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzlM9hQ8hI/AAAAAAAAEQU/Ks9JpM5e68s/s1600-h/rental_20091027_99_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398942064145658386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzlM9hQ8hI/AAAAAAAAEQU/Ks9JpM5e68s/s400/rental_20091027_99_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ready to scoop the goop!!!!  Ellie is armed with a spoon and could not wait to get messy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzlMwt4lFI/AAAAAAAAEQM/DYh-SOoUkBY/s1600-h/rental_20091027_99_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398942060708926546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzlMwt4lFI/AAAAAAAAEQM/DYh-SOoUkBY/s400/rental_20091027_99_4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enjoying the chance to make a mess and not get in trouble for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzlMjm92kI/AAAAAAAAEQE/DXB0FqYEWng/s1600-h/rental_20091027_99_7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398942057190251074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzlMjm92kI/AAAAAAAAEQE/DXB0FqYEWng/s400/rental_20091027_99_7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She's not shy about anything!  Reid was watching from afar....he hated the feel of the pumpkin "goop".  Ellie loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzlMNCIHXI/AAAAAAAAEP8/TcUOUd3wHgI/s1600-h/rental_20091027_99_12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398942051130154354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzlMNCIHXI/AAAAAAAAEP8/TcUOUd3wHgI/s400/rental_20091027_99_12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Always making us smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzlLoCMnyI/AAAAAAAAEP0/upTU92gxtew/s1600-h/rental_20091027_99_15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398942041198337826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuzlLoCMnyI/AAAAAAAAEP0/upTU92gxtew/s400/rental_20091027_99_15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We hope everyone had a wonderful Halloween and super October.  Here is to a great start to November!  Happy Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-4557213966008776006?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/4557213966008776006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=4557213966008776006' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/4557213966008776006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/4557213966008776006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-in-pictures.html' title='October in Pictures'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14283967524672023049'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuznjebpMsI/AAAAAAAAERc/5SMwJUnD8cE/s72-c/rental_20091031_99_5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-6283430255790183316</id><published>2009-10-26T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T17:59:18.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatest Show on Earth...</title><content type='html'>Brian, Ellie, and myself went to Cleveland this past weekend to see the circus.  (thanks Mom for keeping Reid!).  We had a great time and the show was absolutely amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuZE3W8CICI/AAAAAAAAEPU/UnnPTv-rviU/s1600-h/rental_20091024_99_12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397076921290989602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuZE3W8CICI/AAAAAAAAEPU/UnnPTv-rviU/s400/rental_20091024_99_12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This proved we were there!  The pics I took from the inside came out horrible due to it being so dark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuZE3Fh638I/AAAAAAAAEPM/ZvHWSDyt4rU/s1600-h/rental_20091024_99.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397076916618059714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuZE3Fh638I/AAAAAAAAEPM/ZvHWSDyt4rU/s400/rental_20091024_99.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie and Brian before the show.  She was so excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuZE24ugWeI/AAAAAAAAEPE/gZObggm25B4/s1600-h/rental_20091024_99_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397076913181186530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuZE24ugWeI/AAAAAAAAEPE/gZObggm25B4/s400/rental_20091024_99_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie and I....getting ready for the fun to begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuZE2T3XwdI/AAAAAAAAEO8/V7ct37tEeps/s1600-h/rental_20091024_99_11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397076903286260178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuZE2T3XwdI/AAAAAAAAEO8/V7ct37tEeps/s400/rental_20091024_99_11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lucky girl with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;souvenirs&lt;/span&gt;.  Usually I am not one to buy "stuff" to add to the "stuff" we already have.  Ellie LOVES stuffed animals, so when she saw this tiger...it was all over.  She decided to spend some of her money on it....and I pitched in some because she was such a delight to take.  Can't wait until Reid is old enough to enjoy a day out, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-6283430255790183316?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/6283430255790183316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=6283430255790183316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/6283430255790183316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/6283430255790183316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/10/greatest-show-on-earth.html' title='Greatest Show on Earth...'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14283967524672023049'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SuZE3W8CICI/AAAAAAAAEPU/UnnPTv-rviU/s72-c/rental_20091024_99_12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-5033384490099385889</id><published>2009-10-15T17:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T18:09:21.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember.....</title><content type='html'>Palate Repair- Oct. 16, 2008&lt;br /&gt;I vividly remember sitting and holding Reid before putting him to bed one year ago tonight.  I remember praying for the doctors, nurses, and medical staff who were going to be taking care of my not quite one year old son in their arms.  I remember wishing that it was me who would be going under for the 7 hour procedure instead of Reid.  I remember wondering if Reid's speech would greatly improve from the procedure and how quickly.  I remember tears falling down my cheeks in preparation of handing over my son for surgery.  I remember the gap that went from the very front of Reid's mouth to the very back.  I remember like it was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/StfEqq0A-EI/AAAAAAAAEN0/fim7HJza0g0/s1600-h/formula_20081012_36.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392995316125464642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/StfEqq0A-EI/AAAAAAAAEN0/fim7HJza0g0/s400/formula_20081012_36.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was one year ago tonight.....but I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/StfEqGij2eI/AAAAAAAAENs/inqHIbaNS8Y/s1600-h/formula_20081017_40.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392995306388576738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/StfEqGij2eI/AAAAAAAAENs/inqHIbaNS8Y/s400/formula_20081017_40.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How can you forget something like this????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/StfEp-b7_nI/AAAAAAAAENk/I0O9rJrGcIE/s1600-h/formula_20081016_39.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392995304213315186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/StfEp-b7_nI/AAAAAAAAENk/I0O9rJrGcIE/s400/formula_20081016_39.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I remember spending hours trying to figure out how to get Reid in the crib without bumping his monitors or i.v. lines in an attempt to get him comfy so he could rest for a bit.  And every time I would get him cozy, I remember nurses having to wake him to take vitals.  I hate remembering that.  I so wanted you to be able to rest.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/StfEpKzN7jI/AAAAAAAAENc/zbXsSzYG49c/s1600-h/formula_20081017_44.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392995290352315954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/StfEpKzN7jI/AAAAAAAAENc/zbXsSzYG49c/s400/formula_20081017_44.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I remember that sweet face and praising God that another surgery was behind us.  I remember thinking that we surely have one of the top surgeons in the nation, and being so grateful that we were lead to him.  I remember so well......and will never forget.  One year ago tonight....and so grateful for the year of growth that we have seen.  Love you, my big guy.  We are so proud of you.....and are amazed by your strength daily.  I can't wait to see what this next year will bring.  I am sure, no matter what, it will prove to be a year to remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-5033384490099385889?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/5033384490099385889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=5033384490099385889' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/5033384490099385889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/5033384490099385889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-remember.html' title='I remember.....'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14283967524672023049'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/StfEqq0A-EI/AAAAAAAAEN0/fim7HJza0g0/s72-c/formula_20081012_36.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-1437524822836626109</id><published>2009-10-11T18:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:39:27.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=9ac7bb24dfc2a4767999c7" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=9ac7bb24dfc2a4767999c7&amp;skin_id=701&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=9ac7bb24dfc2a4767999c7&amp;skin_id=701&amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/9ac7bb24dfc2a4767999c7/701.gif" style="border:0px;" width="408" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt0" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make photo slide shows at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-1437524822836626109?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/1437524822836626109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=1437524822836626109' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/1437524822836626109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/1437524822836626109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/10/singing-man.html' title='Singing Man'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14283967524672023049'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-7377555486497195067</id><published>2009-10-11T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T13:05:02.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Catch Up</title><content type='html'>Ahhh, all my Blogger friends, I love you so much!  The thoughts, prayers, support, and constant love for our family was felt and appreciated.  I feel like it is time to breathe again and get back slowly into the groove of life.  I haven't posted pictures lately, and I apologize to you all because I haven't visited your blogs in weeks.  I will catch up somehow!  I just thought that some pictures were due as well as a thank you for your love for our family during the loss of my dad.  We are all doing well and I sing the praises everyday that Ellie and Reid are around us to make us laugh, make us remember, and make us realize how lucky we all are to have each other.  Here are some random pictures to share.....can't wait to visit your blogs soon!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/StI4WmalzBI/AAAAAAAAENU/FMKy1ProBgQ/s1600-h/reid_20090928_99_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391433664836258834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/StI4WmalzBI/AAAAAAAAENU/FMKy1ProBgQ/s400/reid_20090928_99_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gotta love striped p.j.'s!  I swear Reid has grown 2 inches in the last week!  All of a sudden he is just really getting tall!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/StI4WMhX9lI/AAAAAAAAENM/JsXH90hdU14/s1600-h/reid_20091011_99_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391433657885390418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/StI4WMhX9lI/AAAAAAAAENM/JsXH90hdU14/s400/reid_20091011_99_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taken this morning before church.  At this particular moment Ellie was loving her brother.  This is not always the case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/StI4Vj-4JCI/AAAAAAAAENE/k66Ar7VpoxU/s1600-h/reid_20090928_99_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391433647003280418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/StI4Vj-4JCI/AAAAAAAAENE/k66Ar7VpoxU/s400/reid_20090928_99_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Breaking out the hats because it was cold and windy last week!  I am so proud of Ellie.  She is a shining light to us all.  With that smile, how could she not be????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/StI4VKnmRmI/AAAAAAAAEM8/KKP4WTzDC2Y/s1600-h/reid_20090928_99.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391433640194754146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/StI4VKnmRmI/AAAAAAAAEM8/KKP4WTzDC2Y/s400/reid_20090928_99.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweetness on the right and downright orneriness on the left!!!!!  No denying that Grandpa's humor lives on in Reid! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-7377555486497195067?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/7377555486497195067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=7377555486497195067' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/7377555486497195067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/7377555486497195067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/10/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing Catch Up'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14283967524672023049'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/StI4WmalzBI/AAAAAAAAENU/FMKy1ProBgQ/s72-c/reid_20090928_99_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-3088383349557624909</id><published>2009-10-08T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T17:55:19.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funeral Processional</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Ss6JGGK6q6I/AAAAAAAAEM0/hBNHteuQX1U/s1600-h/Randy%27s+funeral++Sept.+30,+09+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390396541837683618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Ss6JGGK6q6I/AAAAAAAAEM0/hBNHteuQX1U/s400/Randy%27s+funeral++Sept.+30,+09+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think Dad was smiling down on us, what do you think????  Can you tell my dad was a Corvette Man, and this was a tribute to him????  This is what lead us to the cemetary after his funeral on Monday.  His "baby" is the first one.  It's older than me, and taken care of as he would his own child!  Love and miss you Dad.....but I bet the view from heaven of this scene was pretty amazing.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-3088383349557624909?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/3088383349557624909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=3088383349557624909' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/3088383349557624909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/3088383349557624909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/10/funeral-processional.html' title='Funeral Processional'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14283967524672023049'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Ss6JGGK6q6I/AAAAAAAAEM0/hBNHteuQX1U/s72-c/Randy%27s+funeral++Sept.+30,+09+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-944422726742298391</id><published>2009-10-03T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:44:30.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Details...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Ssd9Hv1K-yI/AAAAAAAAEMs/_t4heq2CGy4/s1600-h/corvette0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388413051224128290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Ssd9Hv1K-yI/AAAAAAAAEMs/_t4heq2CGy4/s400/corvette0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arrangements for Dad&lt;br /&gt;Calling hours 2-4 and 6-8 on Sunday at Cox Funeral Home&lt;br /&gt;1376 High Street (Rt. 94)&lt;br /&gt;Wadsworth, Ohio&lt;br /&gt;330-335-3311&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral on Monday&lt;br /&gt;11 am service (viewing one hour prior to service at church)&lt;br /&gt;First Christian Church&lt;br /&gt;116 East Boyer Street (and corner of High Street or Rt. 94)&lt;br /&gt;Wadsworth, Ohio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-944422726742298391?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/944422726742298391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=944422726742298391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/944422726742298391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/944422726742298391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/10/details.html' title='Details...'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14283967524672023049'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Ssd9Hv1K-yI/AAAAAAAAEMs/_t4heq2CGy4/s72-c/corvette0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-1725399217753274988</id><published>2009-09-30T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:21:23.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel wings</title><content type='html'>My dad received his wings this afternoon.  I will post more later.  We love you all and thank you so very much for your love, prayers, and compassion for our family.  What a great gift you are to us.  We love you, and thank you endlessly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-1725399217753274988?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/1725399217753274988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=1725399217753274988' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/1725399217753274988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/1725399217753274988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/09/angel-wings.html' title='Angel wings'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14283967524672023049'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-8190878981270462136</id><published>2009-09-26T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T17:57:56.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sr6365NQrhI/AAAAAAAAEMk/0Fnr5vYHoAk/s1600-h/IMG_3586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385944426798427666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sr6365NQrhI/AAAAAAAAEMk/0Fnr5vYHoAk/s400/IMG_3586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without saying this in so many words.....I will be direct. There is no easy way. There are no words to make this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. My dad is terminal. Period. There isn't anything more to do for him. We are devoting our time, love, attention, stories, laughs around his bedside and holding his hand at every opportunity we have. We are telling him how much we love him and showing him every second we can. No one knows how much time my dad has here with us....that is all in God's timing. I am not sad for dad. He is going to be one wonderful guardian angel for my kids. I know this. I just hate that my kids will not grow up knowing their grandpa. I am glad I have the pictures I do and the many stories to pass on to them. I am not mad at God. I do wonder why us, though. I am sure everyone in this position does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ask for prayers. Prayers that Dad will remain comfortable. Prayers that Mom will be at peace. Prayers that my brother and I can sort through all this in our minds and accept the truth. Prayers that I will be able to explain this all to Ellie. Prayers that things work out how they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to. Prayers that I will stay strong for my mom.  Prayers that my plan does not get in the way of God's. Prayers that I can cherish each moment I have with my dad. Prayers that God will cover our family with grace. Prayers that we are able to show my dad how incredibly lucky we are to be able to call him our dad. Prayers.....Prayers......and more Prayers...... I will keep you updated. We love you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-8190878981270462136?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/8190878981270462136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=8190878981270462136' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/8190878981270462136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/8190878981270462136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/09/dad-update_26.html' title='Dad update'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14283967524672023049'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/Sr6365NQrhI/AAAAAAAAEMk/0Fnr5vYHoAk/s72-c/IMG_3586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-6278801274690561992</id><published>2009-09-23T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T18:37:15.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no such thing as too many prayers....</title><content type='html'>Dad is a very sick guy right now.  We covet your prayers.  He received 2 units of blood today.  His counts were very low today.  He is retaining fluid from his kidneys not working well and that is cause for concern, too.  We are glad he is "home" but frustrated by many things at the hospital where he is.  I just ask one thing of you..........please, just pray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SrrKCMtjW6I/AAAAAAAAEMM/kjt8MVQBWGc/s1600-h/photo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384838443595684770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SrrKCMtjW6I/AAAAAAAAEMM/kjt8MVQBWGc/s400/photo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad in the ER after waiting for 13 hours (after flying home from Florida).  How he was awake, I have no idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SrrKCR00D_I/AAAAAAAAEMU/wSDUmElOJsQ/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384838444968316914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SrrKCR00D_I/AAAAAAAAEMU/wSDUmElOJsQ/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad resting today......trying to get that bile out of his system through stents and get that yellow color to leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-6278801274690561992?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/6278801274690561992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=6278801274690561992' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/6278801274690561992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/6278801274690561992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/09/theres-no-such-thing-as-too-many.html' title='There&apos;s no such thing as too many prayers....'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14283967524672023049'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SrrKCMtjW6I/AAAAAAAAEMM/kjt8MVQBWGc/s72-c/photo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-46378622658978644</id><published>2009-09-21T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T17:59:02.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome "HOME" Grandpa....</title><content type='html'>What a day it has been for my parents.  Dad was released from the hospital in Florida and was taken directly to the airport this morning.  He and Mom were able to get a direct flight home which was good news.  I think the physicians had him pretty drugged up for the ride home.  Wouldn't you know it.....the plane had malfunctions and had to land unexpectedly in Atlanta.  Mom and Dad had to get on another airplane and wait to get going again.  So, instead of landing at 1 something....it was 3:30.  A long day for someone who isn't feeling good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and Brian (and some other family friends) were there when the plane landed and greeted Dad.  Mom said he was quite emotional at this point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got my dad to the car and took him directly to the Cleveland Clinic ER.  That was before 5 pm.  Brian just called at it is almost 9 pm.  Dad is STILL in the waiting room sitting in a wheelchair.  He hasn't sat up for more than 15 min. at a time prior to today, and he has sat up most of the day today without food or pain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;.  Brian said he is not hungry and is extremely sleepy.  He is quite yellow in color and is just a sick guy.  *****NEWSFLASH*****  Brian just called.  Dad was just taken back to the ER where there is at least a bed for him to lie down in.  Time check....8:55 pm.  I have no idea how long he will be in the ER before he gets admitted...but I pray it's not too long.  They meet with a surgeon tomorrow morning.  At least, that is the plan for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask for your prayers.  My dad has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;defibulator&lt;/span&gt; and so he can not undergo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MRI's&lt;/span&gt;.  The doctors truly don't know what they will find until they "open him up" for his surgery.  I pray for good things....for peace for my dad and mom, for continued faith for our family, for understanding for my children, for answers from the doctors, for healing from God.  If you have some time....we covet your prayers.  So sorry I have not been able to catch up on so many of my friends' blogs.  One day things will slow down.  For now, we are in a little bubble trying to figure things out.  We love you all....and thank you for your unending support.  .....until next time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SrgdWEhWABI/AAAAAAAAEME/170POPt11-Q/s1600-h/formula_20090504_99_9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384085619529351186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SrgdWEhWABI/AAAAAAAAEME/170POPt11-Q/s400/formula_20090504_99_9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid and Grandpa....summer 09.  My dad loves this little boy to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SrgdVmLYmgI/AAAAAAAAEL8/R_nfVNwKhWg/s1600-h/114_1494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384085611384183298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SrgdVmLYmgI/AAAAAAAAEL8/R_nfVNwKhWg/s400/114_1494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A favorite of mine.....Ellie and Grandpa....summer 2005.  Dad was just finishing up his first round of treatments in this picture....and we were celebrating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-46378622658978644?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/46378622658978644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=46378622658978644' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/46378622658978644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/46378622658978644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/09/welcome-home-grandpa.html' title='Welcome &quot;HOME&quot; Grandpa....'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14283967524672023049'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SrgdWEhWABI/AAAAAAAAEME/170POPt11-Q/s72-c/formula_20090504_99_9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832473971087119672.post-7439118164539170132</id><published>2009-09-19T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T18:27:19.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Grandpa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SrWD6xIQGqI/AAAAAAAAEL0/-WRohDsBQVY/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383353975234894498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SrWD6xIQGqI/AAAAAAAAEL0/-WRohDsBQVY/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother is "home" from Kentucky because he was going to surprise Dad by picking Mom and him up at the airport today.  That didn't happen because Dad is back in the hospital in Florida.  I had flowers sent to their house here in Ohio that would be waiting on the table for Dad when he arrived home "today".  They are from Ellie and Reid...and are just wishing Grandpa a real speedy recovery.  Ellie and Reid are ready to wrestle with their Grandpa real soon!  So, instead of Grandpa seeing these in person.....my brother took a picture of them to share with Dad.  The meaning is still there, and we want Dad (and Grandpa) to know how much we love him and how so many people are pulling for a full recovery.  Get home soon Grandpa!!!!!!  We love YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832473971087119672-7439118164539170132?l=littleski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/feeds/7439118164539170132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832473971087119672&amp;postID=7439118164539170132' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/7439118164539170132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832473971087119672/posts/default/7439118164539170132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleski.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-grandpa.html' title='For Grandpa...'/><author><name>The Ski's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09986987106117325376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14283967524672023049'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hO44XK5KsC4/SrWD6xIQGqI/AAAAAAAAEL0/-WRohDsBQVY/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry></feed>