tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13709668657908120852024-03-13T11:42:25.438-07:00A Super Family of MonkeysSaving bananas one banana at a time.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01525449857254113152noreply@blogger.comBlogger106125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370966865790812085.post-13983127388005702332010-07-17T07:15:00.000-07:002010-07-17T07:15:34.201-07:00Epic Trip<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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The kids actually started the journey about two hours before we left. They were so excited they sat in the car, waiting for us to be ready and eating half the candy we had been saving for our trip.<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Just traveling 9 hours from our home we saw mountains, plains, deserts, lakes, rivers, gorges, more mountains. It was amazing how fast the scenery changed. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/TEG0Yo7VKJI/AAAAAAAAAlM/LEaH3KM5IOY/s1600/Trip+1st+Leg+2010+076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/TEG0Yo7VKJI/AAAAAAAAAlM/LEaH3KM5IOY/s320/Trip+1st+Leg+2010+076.JPG" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">It was a little scary on the way up. The ground was rocky/sandy. It was even scarier on the way down.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Everyone made it up there. Sam stopped a quarter of the way up because he didn't want to see the horses and it was really, really hot. (We were shocked by how hot it was, just 1 hour before we had stopped at a fruit stand and it had been nice and cool, perfect weather). Sam eventually made his way up, but only because he demanded to know why it was taking us 20 min. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div>I wanted to add a video of the twirl factor, but Blogger has changed it's format and I can't find a video symbol.<br />
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I used Sewing Clothes Kids Love To Wear by Nancy Langdon. <br />
This is not a dress to put together in an afternoon. It's a dress that takes a couple of days, so be prepared. Love the results though and Super L does too.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01525449857254113152noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370966865790812085.post-82273979486303409502009-09-03T17:04:00.001-07:002009-09-03T17:20:32.791-07:00Super L's First Day of SchoolThe new backpack (Aunt Sarah must be jealous).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SqBabCWAcxI/AAAAAAAAAjw/OxF7ll77FCs/s1600-h/IMG_0143.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 528px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SqBabCWAcxI/AAAAAAAAAjw/OxF7ll77FCs/s400/IMG_0143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377397375612515090" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The long walk to the bus stop<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SqBauWmsgDI/AAAAAAAAAj4/udkmt2M_rUk/s1600-h/IMG_0148.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SqBauWmsgDI/AAAAAAAAAj4/udkmt2M_rUk/s400/IMG_0148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377397707468734514" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Waiting (the bus was 15 minutes late)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SqBa4mwuDrI/AAAAAAAAAkA/_sEWoH4b0q0/s1600-h/IMG_0152.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SqBa4mwuDrI/AAAAAAAAAkA/_sEWoH4b0q0/s400/IMG_0152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377397883604438706" border="0" /></a><br />Getting off the bus after a great first day.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SqBbNuEENGI/AAAAAAAAAkI/vIMxHJyg7dE/s1600-h/IMG_0157.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 413px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SqBbNuEENGI/AAAAAAAAAkI/vIMxHJyg7dE/s400/IMG_0157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377398246341882978" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Super L says, "My first day of school was great. I learned the stuff that my teacher knows is dangerous like sticking scissors in your mouth. Making friends is easy all you have to do is say hi and talk to people."Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01525449857254113152noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370966865790812085.post-57877866870309230732009-08-29T10:16:00.000-07:002009-08-29T10:27:08.028-07:00Getting Ready for School<span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span>We're preparing a study area for school.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Splj9IDrsVI/AAAAAAAAAjg/vfG7pz7CH34/s1600-h/IMG_0079.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Splj9IDrsVI/AAAAAAAAAjg/vfG7pz7CH34/s400/IMG_0079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375437532029497682" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SpljsK-3i3I/AAAAAAAAAjY/ppyqp4vZX_8/s1600-h/IMG_0078.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SpljsK-3i3I/AAAAAAAAAjY/ppyqp4vZX_8/s400/IMG_0078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375437240756833138" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Spljjy4nnBI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/TfS0eIp1bjk/s1600-h/IMG_0077.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Spljjy4nnBI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/TfS0eIp1bjk/s400/IMG_0077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375437096849218578" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SpljZ4XJRUI/AAAAAAAAAjI/-L8ROaZZqmo/s1600-h/IMG_0076.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SpljZ4XJRUI/AAAAAAAAAjI/-L8ROaZZqmo/s400/IMG_0076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375436926520739138" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">We still have some work to do . . .<br /><br />We'll get some stools, lights and maybe a small desk for Joshua.</span><iframe tabindex="5" style="display: block;" id="richeditorframe"></iframe>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01525449857254113152noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370966865790812085.post-45038422428486552212009-07-12T16:09:00.000-07:002009-07-12T16:48:36.833-07:00Ape Caves<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Slpt-uuEKRI/AAAAAAAAAiI/v9CBO6p6jc4/s1600-h/IMG_2698.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Slpt-uuEKRI/AAAAAAAAAiI/v9CBO6p6jc4/s400/IMG_2698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357715631171184914" border="0" /></a><br />We went to the Ape Caves. Super A says, "I forgot, all about the Ape Caves. I was so disappointed that there were no man eating apes, to feed Samuel to. I went through a narrow cave and saw a cavern at the end.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Slpu9Dq7v9I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/oHEHyi10NQM/s1600-h/IMG_2719.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Slpu9Dq7v9I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/oHEHyi10NQM/s400/IMG_2719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357716701947084754" border="0" /></a><br />(the picture makes it look bigger than it was)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SlpwDLC-RGI/AAAAAAAAAiY/E8P0J2Wsx5M/s1600-h/IMG_2720.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SlpwDLC-RGI/AAAAAAAAAiY/E8P0J2Wsx5M/s400/IMG_2720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357717906517804130" border="0" /></a><br />"Only super S and I could fit back here. I wish super L was here."<br /><br />Super S Says"I made to the very end of the cave and it was tiny.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SlpwtMSz99I/AAAAAAAAAig/c2N0k84HVfo/s1600-h/IMG_2723.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SlpwtMSz99I/AAAAAAAAAig/c2N0k84HVfo/s400/IMG_2723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357718628407179218" border="0" /></a><br /><br />"The cave was dark and cold, very cold. Also little drops of water, actually big drops of water, kept falling on my head. (but there were no giant fish)"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Slpxr0nL-NI/AAAAAAAAAio/EqCUNTp6pPM/s1600-h/IMG_2789.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Slpxr0nL-NI/AAAAAAAAAio/EqCUNTp6pPM/s400/IMG_2789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357719704381946066" border="0" /></a><br />Super L says, "This little hole was the littlest hole. Last year I was 6 and I could barely fit through the hole. This year was the greatest year meeting new friends. At the big cave it was good, a couple drops fell on me. I tripped and fell, but I am OK. That cave had a small tunnel at the end but I didn't get to see it. "<br /><br />Super J has nothing to say but this is what he looked like while he was playing in the small tunnel that is a lava casting of a fallen tree. . . .<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Slpz0TSsNTI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Fy5ySXVZRBA/s1600-h/IMG_2777.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Slpz0TSsNTI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Fy5ySXVZRBA/s400/IMG_2777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357722049079686450" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SlpzN6lLk3I/AAAAAAAAAiw/oG1H73fpeuM/s1600-h/IMG_2786.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SlpzN6lLk3I/AAAAAAAAAiw/oG1H73fpeuM/s400/IMG_2786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357721389611324274" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Here is a picture of all of us.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Slp1lYeXxZI/AAAAAAAAAjA/dKy3DGIqP2o/s1600-h/IMG_2701.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Slp1lYeXxZI/AAAAAAAAAjA/dKy3DGIqP2o/s400/IMG_2701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357723991796073874" border="0" /></a>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01525449857254113152noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370966865790812085.post-3681487927838149082009-07-07T13:55:00.000-07:002009-07-07T14:13:04.209-07:00Super A's B-Day PartySuper A finally had his party today. It was a GAMMA-WORLD party<br /><br />Super's A and his quests in the time machine.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SlO3P25dRDI/AAAAAAAAAho/S4kkcDAGDRw/s1600-h/IMG_2668.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SlO3P25dRDI/AAAAAAAAAho/S4kkcDAGDRw/s400/IMG_2668.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355825864936080434" /></a><br /><br />They were transported to the post-apocalyptic world of 2559. Where they fought a mutant three-headed frog.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SlO3y2vFyfI/AAAAAAAAAhw/geaH8YjknIA/s1600-h/IMG_2672.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SlO3y2vFyfI/AAAAAAAAAhw/geaH8YjknIA/s400/IMG_2672.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355826466188020210" /></a><br /><br />Good thing they were wearing the strange black plastic armor.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SlO5QJ-F-RI/AAAAAAAAAiA/wpTgDlYg31I/s1600-h/IMG_2671.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SlO5QJ-F-RI/AAAAAAAAAiA/wpTgDlYg31I/s400/IMG_2671.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355828069079054610" /></a><br /><br />They defeated the mutant monsters, repaired the time machine and made it home in time for cake and presents.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01525449857254113152noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370966865790812085.post-56749221798480204272009-04-02T14:03:00.001-07:002009-04-02T14:18:43.435-07:00Super A’s Rust Experiments<span xmlns=""><p>Rust Experiment #1:</p><p>We wanted to know how metal rusted so . . . we put nails in water, boiled water, oil and air.<br /></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SdUojEHxq0I/AAAAAAAAAhI/Toc53kSWftQ/s1600-h/Rust+Experiment+1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SdUojEHxq0I/AAAAAAAAAhI/Toc53kSWftQ/s400/Rust+Experiment+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320203117674998594" border="0" /></a></p><p>After 48 hours the results were . . .<br /></p><p>1 Nail in oil . . . No rust what-so-ever<br /></p><p>2 Nail in water . . . Bottom of the jar was stained with rust and the nail had a little rust<br /></p><p>3 Nail in boiled water . . . Some rust in water and the nail was really rusty<br /></p><p>4 Nail in air . . . tiny bit of rust<br /></p><p>Conclusions: Nails rust in contact with water and air. Oil may protect nails from rusting. Air may make nail rust because of water vapor in the air. Water makes nails rust given enough time.<br /></p><p>Experiment #1.5:<br /></p></span><span xmlns=""><p>We wanted to know if vinegar would take the zinc off of a galvanized nail. We soaked the galvanized nail in vinegar until it stopped bubbling (it took a while before it started bubbling). Then we put the pre-soaked nail and a galvanized un-soaked nail in water.<span><span xmlns=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SdUpcVHTUdI/AAAAAAAAAhY/RPOG-XAZBow/s1600-h/Rust+Experiment+1.5.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SdUpcVHTUdI/AAAAAAAAAhY/RPOG-XAZBow/s400/Rust+Experiment+1.5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320204101488955858" border="0" /></a></span></span></p></span><span xmlns=""><p> Results: After 24 hours<br /></p><p>1 Galvanized nail pre-soaked in vinegar: Is rusting.<p>2 Galvanized nail not soaked in vinegar: not rusting.<br /></p><p>Conclusions: Zinc came off of the nail soaked in acid. Zinc is a very good way to prevent nails from rusting.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Experiment #2:<br /></p><p>We wanted to know if oil would prevent a nail from rusting and if salty water would make a nail rust faster. We put a nail in oil that was floating on top of water, with part of the nail in water and part in oil. We put another nail in salty water (water mixed with 1tsp of salt) and a third nail in plain water.<br /></p><span><span xmlns=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SdUp1wIVM5I/AAAAAAAAAhg/Z11-kuTYeUs/s1600-h/Rust+Experiment+2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SdUp1wIVM5I/AAAAAAAAAhg/Z11-kuTYeUs/s400/Rust+Experiment+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320204538237760402" border="0" /></a></span></span></p><p>Results . . . come back tomorrow.</p></span>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01525449857254113152noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370966865790812085.post-8291225123519347292009-03-13T17:58:00.000-07:002009-03-13T18:34:54.846-07:00TodaySuper J has been spending a lot of time here.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SbsCstx6DQI/AAAAAAAAAfc/He77ahbILKM/s1600-h/march2009+playdough+cookies+004.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SbsCstx6DQI/AAAAAAAAAfc/He77ahbILKM/s400/march2009+playdough+cookies+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312843152640052482" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And our house is definitely starting to smell. We are running out of clothes because all I do is wash Super J's clothes.<br /><br />We made these cool playdough cookies today. I was totally inspired from another blogger. I wish I could remember who that blogger was. If it was you feel free to say so! Here's the <a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Play-Dough-Cookies/Detail.aspx">recipe</a>.<br />Ours look nothing like the recipe's, but what we truly make with playdough (except for mine, I tried to make it look like the recipe, because that's how creative I am with playdough).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SbsE7QTPVEI/AAAAAAAAAgc/sv-t43RLzZU/s1600-h/march2009+playdough+cookies+013.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SbsE7QTPVEI/AAAAAAAAAgc/sv-t43RLzZU/s400/march2009+playdough+cookies+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312845601448088642" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This pic. is of the stuff Super A made. The thing in front is a bow and arrow. The ball at the end of the arrow will explode into fire when it hit's it's target. The thing just behind the arrow is the guy that shoots the arrow. I don't know if it uses it's arms or legs for shooting.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SbsFG6dKTjI/AAAAAAAAAgk/aJUAXQn8BMc/s1600-h/march2009+playdough+cookies+014.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SbsFG6dKTjI/AAAAAAAAAgk/aJUAXQn8BMc/s400/march2009+playdough+cookies+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312845801742552626" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Here are pictures taken after I put Super A in charge of taking pictures of the cookies.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SbsCs2-5ZWI/AAAAAAAAAfs/sCdvDzHTFzA/s1600-h/march2009+playdough+cookies+011.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SbsCs2-5ZWI/AAAAAAAAAfs/sCdvDzHTFzA/s400/march2009+playdough+cookies+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312843155110454626" border="0" /></a><br />That's pizza on her face. We had just eaten lunch.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SbsDMG6_XMI/AAAAAAAAAgE/x6m9Um8k3-U/s1600-h/march2009+playdough+cookies+031.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SbsDMG6_XMI/AAAAAAAAAgE/x6m9Um8k3-U/s400/march2009+playdough+cookies+031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312843691964980418" border="0" /></a><br />The flour we used for the cookies.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SbsDL0QZ0FI/AAAAAAAAAf8/YwIwRIGPxDo/s1600-h/march2009+playdough+cookies+037.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SbsDL0QZ0FI/AAAAAAAAAf8/YwIwRIGPxDo/s400/march2009+playdough+cookies+037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312843686954520658" border="0" /></a><br />Cookies going in. You can also see from this picture our top secret pizza sauce recipe. Shhh... and how often I clean the oven. Again shhhh...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SbsI0xvuY7I/AAAAAAAAAg0/rJLbYQNGPc8/s1600-h/march2009+playdough+cookies+024.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SbsI0xvuY7I/AAAAAAAAAg0/rJLbYQNGPc8/s400/march2009+playdough+cookies+024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312849888213361586" border="0" /></a><br />I guess there was other stuff on the table? Oh wait, that's the floor.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SbsDMU_UgbI/AAAAAAAAAgM/QoM5PYZKyyM/s1600-h/march2009+playdough+cookies+036.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SbsDMU_UgbI/AAAAAAAAAgM/QoM5PYZKyyM/s400/march2009+playdough+cookies+036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312843695741239730" border="0" /></a><br />A pot? Hmmm...that has nothing to do with the cookies.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SbsIG2jZE3I/AAAAAAAAAgs/ZqoYREKbd8U/s1600-h/march2009+playdough+cookies+027.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SbsIG2jZE3I/AAAAAAAAAgs/ZqoYREKbd8U/s400/march2009+playdough+cookies+027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312849099229827954" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And what the heck is this???? I didn't even know we owned something this shade of yellow! If you know what it is you win a prize!! But since your answer will be non-verifiable we won't actually be responsible for sending you a prize. Seriously though, don't let this stop you from guessing.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SbsCtDjJBlI/AAAAAAAAAf0/un-hZHb64tA/s1600-h/march2009+playdough+cookies+033.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SbsCtDjJBlI/AAAAAAAAAf0/un-hZHb64tA/s400/march2009+playdough+cookies+033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312843158483699282" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I am racking my brain as to what this is.....Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01525449857254113152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370966865790812085.post-60619834710573014502009-03-12T13:15:00.001-07:002009-03-12T13:23:54.101-07:00SweatersI found these <a href="http://needled.wordpress.com/designs/">two beautiful sweaters</a> on Linky Thursday from StacySews. (Link to StacySews is no my sidebar). I would love t make them. They are gorgeous. I'm afraid, though, if I were to start making these beautiful sweaters they would just end up halfway done and then they would sit for 5 or 6 years before I'd get around to finishing them...or not.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01525449857254113152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370966865790812085.post-78172277358007706662009-03-09T16:17:00.000-07:002009-03-09T16:52:05.143-07:00Starting and FinishingMy friend is so close to finishing the Sew Liberated Apron that I've been helping her with. She'll finish up the bias binding at home. Look how nice it turned out!! The other side is a nice rich brown color. (I didn't get her permission to put her face on my blog, I hope it's alright that I put her body on it.)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SbWpQndxyuI/AAAAAAAAAfM/fKAXmG97zys/s1600-h/march+026.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SbWpQndxyuI/AAAAAAAAAfM/fKAXmG97zys/s400/march+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311337438490249954" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Seeing her apron makes me want to make another one exactly like hers!<br /><br />The gift group I'm starting will start with b-day crowns. I've never made one, so I played around with felt while my friend was working on her apron. Super J's birthday is next month so I started with his crown. Not sure I really like it. It's a good thing I started a couple of weeks before teaching the class!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SbWpC-jSznI/AAAAAAAAAfE/z_IPXo2f6HY/s1600-h/Super+Jwith+crown.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SbWpC-jSznI/AAAAAAAAAfE/z_IPXo2f6HY/s400/Super+Jwith+crown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311337204169231986" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Super J started and finished his pin project. I'm always finding myself saying things I never thought I'd say. Like today when I told him to put on his shoes and he could come back and play with the pins. You should know this was a lot less dangerous than what he wanted to do which was sticking the pins into the crown as I was sewing it in a super strong machine.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SbWn5WUQlAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/dtYHCydPgvo/s1600-h/march+025.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SbWn5WUQlAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/dtYHCydPgvo/s400/march+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311335939238302722" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Super L also started and finished a project. I'm not exactly sure what it is, but she worked on it for 3 1/2 hours. I think it maybe a castle of some sort? She says I can take a picture of it when she's done. (She took the pic. herself, it is her creation after all :) )<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SbWq-F0F_DI/AAAAAAAAAfU/CcPB8YrFoh4/s1600-h/Luras+project+002.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SbWq-F0F_DI/AAAAAAAAAfU/CcPB8YrFoh4/s400/Luras+project+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311339319242652722" border="0" /></a>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01525449857254113152noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370966865790812085.post-81182185865136546442009-03-09T10:32:00.000-07:002009-03-09T10:35:55.585-07:00Good NewsThe good news: Super J doesn't use diapers and loves his underwear!!! YAY<br />The bad news: Super J doesn't use the potty and I think the house may be starting to smell. BOOSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01525449857254113152noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370966865790812085.post-1778693817873442362009-03-03T16:51:00.000-08:002009-03-09T10:38:37.355-07:00What Have We Been Up To?Let's start with Valentines.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Sa3S4nTQUkI/AAAAAAAAAek/_77XedJ3cL0/s1600-h/stamps+2009+031.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Sa3S4nTQUkI/AAAAAAAAAek/_77XedJ3cL0/s400/stamps+2009+031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309131405803934274" border="0" /></a><br />Look all the sweet presents from my family.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Sa3RX9UayXI/AAAAAAAAAc0/oWFAO6JWc0I/s1600-h/stamps+2009+003.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Sa3RX9UayXI/AAAAAAAAAc0/oWFAO6JWc0I/s400/stamps+2009+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309129745267083634" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is a craft apron going to a girl who participated in a swap with me. (I've had it done for a while and will send it soon). I hope she likes it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Sa3R1ylUy5I/AAAAAAAAAd0/aszhuZsN_yc/s1600-h/stamps+2009+029.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Sa3R1ylUy5I/AAAAAAAAAd0/aszhuZsN_yc/s400/stamps+2009+029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309130257781279634" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The next two pictures are of birthday presents. Super L picked out fabric for the letters.<br />The pillow case was for a boy who is active in all sorts of sports. You can't tell from the pic. but one of the fabrics has hockey stuff on it and another has bowling pins/bowling balls. (I spelled his name wrong, luckily I only had to add an extra T ).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Sa3R1ppRdfI/AAAAAAAAAds/DkLS6aZoiTA/s1600-h/stamps+2009+012.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Sa3R1ppRdfI/AAAAAAAAAds/DkLS6aZoiTA/s400/stamps+2009+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309130255381919218" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Super L and I made this doll from Stitched in Time. I'm not sure if I like it, but Super L was so excited to give this gift! She stuffed the legs and arms and helped pick out the hair. She really wanted to keep this doll, but she also really wanted to give this special doll to her friend.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Sa3RYQtokNI/AAAAAAAAAc8/7wf6qf6QLsM/s1600-h/stamps+2009+007.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Sa3RYQtokNI/AAAAAAAAAc8/7wf6qf6QLsM/s400/stamps+2009+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309129750473117906" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We stuffed this little doll into this cute bag that looked like a purse.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Sa3RXlqL2DI/AAAAAAAAAcs/LWmYwKrOVPw/s1600-h/stamps+2009+011.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Sa3RXlqL2DI/AAAAAAAAAcs/LWmYwKrOVPw/s400/stamps+2009+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309129738915928114" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I don't have a picture, but I also hemmed two pairs of pants for a young missionary.<br /><br />I am teaching a friend how to make this Emmeline Apron. Here's mine.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Sa3R0kvcA5I/AAAAAAAAAdc/fUMhsrpQC-s/s1600-h/stamps+2009+027.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Sa3R0kvcA5I/AAAAAAAAAdc/fUMhsrpQC-s/s400/stamps+2009+027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309130236885730194" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Here's the other side.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Sa3R0fHg02I/AAAAAAAAAdU/UL-Sqq-9sg4/s1600-h/stamps+2009+025.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Sa3R0fHg02I/AAAAAAAAAdU/UL-Sqq-9sg4/s400/stamps+2009+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309130235376096098" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Super A went with Super L to her school's Sleepy Read. It was a little sad, (for everyone else that is) to be the only homeschooled child there to win one of the three door prizes.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Sa3ZJ2s2XdI/AAAAAAAAAes/dYkpkHiSecY/s1600-h/Ammon+sleepy+read+006.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Sa3ZJ2s2XdI/AAAAAAAAAes/dYkpkHiSecY/s400/Ammon+sleepy+read+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309138299065359826" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />And last, Super S was selling personal potato stamps for 25 cents. Interested? We were!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Sa3Se50OeeI/AAAAAAAAAec/ImYOvisOXlA/s1600-h/stamps+2009+019.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Sa3Se50OeeI/AAAAAAAAAec/ImYOvisOXlA/s400/stamps+2009+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309130964097464802" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Sa3SNamorHI/AAAAAAAAAeE/9DyyZIbVZpw/s1600-h/stamps+2009+015.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Sa3SNamorHI/AAAAAAAAAeE/9DyyZIbVZpw/s400/stamps+2009+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309130663661186162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />It's hard work getting the cuts just right.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Sa3SNCEg_UI/AAAAAAAAAd8/XrWkb2USf9A/s1600-h/stamps+2009+016.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Sa3SNCEg_UI/AAAAAAAAAd8/XrWkb2USf9A/s400/stamps+2009+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309130657075625282" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Here's my personal stamp. Now everyone in the family will know who this note is from. oooohh, I've just had a great idea for a Christmas presents!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Sa3R1Iu6L_I/AAAAAAAAAdk/V8MoaqCHA-o/s1600-h/stamps+2009+014.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/Sa3R1Iu6L_I/AAAAAAAAAdk/V8MoaqCHA-o/s400/stamps+2009+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309130246547189746" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So, this is what we've been up to. What have you been up to?Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01525449857254113152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370966865790812085.post-35300073078665027172009-02-18T08:53:00.000-08:002009-02-18T08:54:30.623-08:00Happy Birthday MomHappy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday dear Mom. Happy Birthday to you!!!!! And many more.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01525449857254113152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370966865790812085.post-85255515813687443602009-02-15T17:35:00.000-08:002009-02-15T17:52:24.858-08:00Smoking, Whisky and Wild Wild WomenFriday night the boys had a couple of their buddies over for games and a movie. They decided to watch an old Pink Panther movie on netflix. We love netflix and have, at the moment, the Muppet Show with Peter Seller. We thought we would watch the Muppet Show first as a "short" before the real movie. Well....guess what Peter Sellers sings about, any of you remember? Watch <a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/79743/muppets_peter_sellers/">this </a>and you'll know what I was feeling when I turned and looked at the boys who were watching intently. Yep, <span class="p" style="color:#cc0000;"> </span>cigarettes, whisky and wild, wild women. Do you think anyone's parents will let them come back?Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01525449857254113152noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370966865790812085.post-24383068322524268232009-02-15T17:27:00.001-08:002009-02-15T17:29:18.357-08:00Full of Advice Friday (only on Sunday)Do not feed the mice. (You know, like don't feed the bears).Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01525449857254113152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370966865790812085.post-68457179084460952262009-02-06T13:54:00.000-08:002009-02-09T13:02:39.046-08:00Full of Advice FridayI have lots of good advice,(or so I think.) And since I have so much of it I think I'll share.<br /><br />My first bit of advice comes from years of having kids that wear socks. You should make sure that all of your socks are the same no matter if you have a girl or boy. For example I just buy the Hanes (not affiliated) white crew socks....for everyone. This way even if your washer and dryer eats one or two socks, or your kids have half of them hiding under their beds or covers it won't matter, you'll still be able to pull similar socks out of the basket, that you meant to fold and put away, the first couple of tries. It doesn't matter so much if it's the same size as long as you can get it on the foot and the child is wearing long pants.<br /><br />Now sometimes a pair or two of socks will slip through your door and be different than the white crew socks. Maybe it has pink butterflies or Thomas the Tank Engine, (again not affiliated). This happens and is no fault of your own. (Here we blame the Grandparents who love their grandchildren so much that they even want to bring them joy through socks). No need to worry you can still quickly pull socks from the basket all you need is a pair of these.<br /><br /><img src="file:///C:/Users/Ben/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-9.jpg" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/Users/Ben/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-10.jpg" alt="" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SZCXRJ_gV3I/AAAAAAAAAck/12Trh6r1NY8/s1600-h/boots.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SZCXRJ_gV3I/AAAAAAAAAck/12Trh6r1NY8/s400/boots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300903082410923890" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Boots. Yep boots. Kids love boots and moms should too. These babies hide a multitude of, unmatching sock, sin. So every child should have one pair of boots, that fit, at all times.<br /><br />That's my advice for today. Stay tuned next week when I disperse even more mom wisdom to the masses.<br /><br />Edited: I had every intention of posting this last Friday, but couldn't find my camera to take a picture of the boots. I still can't find the camera, I did, however just learn how to edit the size of the pictures.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01525449857254113152noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370966865790812085.post-26649303833737199202009-01-28T18:06:00.000-08:002009-01-28T19:20:42.213-08:00Spaghetti Dinner<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SYEY2yBUK1I/AAAAAAAAAb4/65WpmGoHSTo/s1600-h/spagetthi+dinner+003.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SYEY2yBUK1I/AAAAAAAAAb4/65WpmGoHSTo/s320/spagetthi+dinner+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296541966183705426" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />Super A wanted spaghetti for dinner. So I googled Spaghetti Sauce Recipe and this is what I got;<br /><a href="http://www.spaghettisaucerecipe.net/SpaghettiSauce/ItalianTomatoSauce.htm">Spaghetti Sauce Recipe</a> . Well, that's actually the recipe we used, but if you click spaghetti sauce recipes they have a list of other recipes for different kinds of spaghetti sauces. If you go to the top and click on recipe network you get all sorts of different themes: chinese, sandwiches, apple pie, etc. We'll be trying a bunch of these recipes over the coming weeks, they look so good.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SYEY3JbcVDI/AAAAAAAAAcI/sAENlIcDg9M/s1600-h/spagetthi+dinner+001.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SYEY3JbcVDI/AAAAAAAAAcI/sAENlIcDg9M/s320/spagetthi+dinner+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296541972467307570" border="0" /></a><br /><br />After looking at the recipe, I decided that Super A could make dinner. I cut up the onion and garlic. Super S ran out to the garden and picked some fresh oregano and thyme, (can't believe they're still alive it's been so cold), it wasn't quite enough so we put in the full tsp. of oregano. We didn't have green peppers, so we used some italian stewed tomatoes with green peppers. And because we had it, we also added 1/2lb. of sausage and 3 mushrooms. He stirred and added ingredients..Then let is simmer for 45 min. Piece of cake.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SYEY3P4tJYI/AAAAAAAAAcA/_qiFNUpCfyg/s1600-h/spagetthi+dinner+002.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SYEY3P4tJYI/AAAAAAAAAcA/_qiFNUpCfyg/s320/spagetthi+dinner+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296541974200657282" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This recipe was delicious. It made enough for all of us,6, with a little bit leftover for Super Dad for lunch tomorrow, I think....might be close. The best thing about this recipe is that we have most of the ingredients around all of the time, and for just being regular ingredients, it was a yummy, yummy dinner. We decided as we were eating that Super A should be in charge of spaghetti from now on, because of course it's not just the recipe it's the cook that actually determines the yumminess of the dish.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01525449857254113152noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370966865790812085.post-36586115757105918782009-01-28T14:45:00.000-08:002009-01-28T15:06:06.468-08:00The State of ThingsHere in the Northwest we have had some major layoffs, through Microsoft (1,400 people laid off to rise to 5,000 in coming months) Boeing (10,000 are supposed to be laid off) and Starbucks (I don't know if it was just here, it was probably all over the country). And it's not just these companies. I have friends who's husband's or wives are being laid off. They go in on Monday morning and go home a little while after. <br /><br />How is the rest of the nation doing? I can't imagine that it's just us.<br /><br />Well, we've been tightening the belt around here for a looooonnnngggg time, it feels like. Canceling cell-phones, (which we really only had because of Super J) going back to cheap landlines. No stopping at fast food (we really only did this about once a month, maybe). Baking my own bread or going without if we've run out and it can't be homemade. Trying to use every leftover (trying being the key word here, because sometimes I just forget what's in the fridge). Thinking maybe Netfix needs to go. (Shhh, don't tell Super Dad, he love Netflix!) <br /><br />What are you doing? Give me some good ideas. (please)<br /><br />We've been working on getting our credit cards paid off for a while, and I think that we will be seeing the end of the tunnel in a little less than a year (we hope) if all goes well. Just in time for us to pay for Super Dad's bachelor, master, and doctorate degree. We are a little worried, but hopeful that we will survive this period in time. Someday our children and their children will look back and draw strength from the courageous things we will do here and now.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01525449857254113152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370966865790812085.post-52446804815786841692009-01-27T22:17:00.000-08:002009-01-27T22:36:11.465-08:00Color BlindSo, I have a brother that's color blind. I always wondered what he could see. I found this <a href="http://vischeck.com/vischeck/vischeckImage.php?&img1=uploads%2Fvc_DqEspK_orig.jpg&img2=uploads%2Fvc_DqEspK_sim.jpg&simType=deuteranope&imageCached=vc_DqEspK_orig.jpg&imEngIP=171.64.204.83">site </a>through another blog. You have to put in your own digital photos. I couldn't get the cut and paste thing to work with blogger, but here are my thoughts on what I saw. First I used a photo with vibrant reds, greens and blues. Red turned out brown, green turned out brown, and blue was still a blueish. Okay so here are my thoughts, holy schmoly!!! I never knew how sickly we all look with out red and how in the world can my brother tell the difference between grass that's alive and grass that's dead just by looking out the window? <span style="font-style: italic;"> It looks the same, people!</span><br /><br />Go check out this site!<br /><br /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" />Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01525449857254113152noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370966865790812085.post-90083552626386573412009-01-27T21:02:00.000-08:002009-01-27T21:24:36.407-08:00Oh the Pain, Oh the Ecstacy!That's right it's that time of year.....Derby Night!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SX_qmGCLfBI/AAAAAAAAAbY/mw7pGhFxGTo/s1600-h/derby+night+019.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SX_qmGCLfBI/AAAAAAAAAbY/mw7pGhFxGTo/s320/derby+night+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296209626986675218" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Derby Night is one of my favorite nights. There are many tears of joy and many tears shed from dashed hopes from boys and their dad's. It is one of the happiest and saddest of nights.<br /><br />Well let's get right down to it, shall we? Super A's car did not do as well as he hoped. We always tell the kids that you can do the car for design or speed, but not for both. (That's always worked in the past, so please don't tell me you can have it both ways and screw-up the thing we tell our kids so they won't feel so bad when they lose.) Super A's design is suburb.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SX_qHHmJkvI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/LQxB9YcfhHo/s1600-h/derby+night+018.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SX_qHHmJkvI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/LQxB9YcfhHo/s320/derby+night+018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296209094830035698" border="0" /></a><br />It has a space theme going on. Stars on the top, along with Neptune, comets on the side, and a rocket towards the back. Super A thought it turned out better than he could have hoped. He was quite sure after he saw all of the cars that his would win the design award. It was the coolest car there. (You can judge for yourself, but please keep your opinion to yourself).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SX_rYYIW0dI/AAAAAAAAAbg/o57q7pyZRDo/s1600-h/derby+night+025.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SX_rYYIW0dI/AAAAAAAAAbg/o57q7pyZRDo/s320/derby+night+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296210490837881298" border="0" /></a><br />The cars this year were<span style="font-style: italic;"> fast</span>! Really, really fast. Surprisingly fast.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SX_rYnyQ59I/AAAAAAAAAbo/xskhbmPD5kA/s1600-h/derby+night+045.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SX_rYnyQ59I/AAAAAAAAAbo/xskhbmPD5kA/s320/derby+night+045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296210495040186322" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Super J did not move from this spot the entire night. Sometimes he was sitting, sometimes standing and sometimes laying on his tummy.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SX_rYpJT6nI/AAAAAAAAAbw/POGoznN8lUo/s1600-h/derby+night+031.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SX_rYpJT6nI/AAAAAAAAAbw/POGoznN8lUo/s320/derby+night+031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296210495405288050" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It was a good night!Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01525449857254113152noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370966865790812085.post-32127667737690951542009-01-19T17:33:00.000-08:002009-01-19T17:42:51.276-08:00Food PantryAt our house we are trying to gather a three month food storage and a long term storage for emergencies. I am gathering recipes and trying to figure out how much we will need to carry us through an emergency. So I know I've probably posted this link before, but I really like this blog! So I'm linking to it again! <a href="http://safelygatheredin.blogspot.com/">http://safelygatheredin.blogspot.com/ </a> Check out some of the recipes. They are easy, fast and can easily be put in the pantry for fast meals or long term storage.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01525449857254113152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370966865790812085.post-831414899624473092009-01-17T15:11:00.000-08:002009-01-17T15:31:18.470-08:00Making StuffI'd like to document the stuff I finish, just to see how much (or little) I get done over the year.<br /><br />So to begin with, I started <span style="font-style: italic;">and</span> finished two nursing covers<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SXJmh6zsqTI/AAAAAAAAAas/CAvubqgzw7c/s1600-h/cindy+008.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SXJmh6zsqTI/AAAAAAAAAas/CAvubqgzw7c/s320/cindy+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292405245021563186" border="0" /></a><br /><br />and 6 burp cloths this week.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SXJmifz0M6I/AAAAAAAAAa0/i3b9LE-HFVE/s1600-h/cindy+013.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUFr0unWJZU/SXJmifz0M6I/AAAAAAAAAa0/i3b9LE-HFVE/s320/cindy+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292405254954169250" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The brown nursing cover should have been done months ago for a friend, and the the blue one (along with all the burp cloths) go to dear friends who live fairly close, (they live about an hour and a half away) but I haven't seen in over a year. (The husband called a couple of weeks ago to ask if he could commission me to make burp cloths. Silly man, of course I'll make burp cloths!! <span style="font-weight: bold;">As a gift!!!</span> Commission!! Hhmph!!) Their baby isn't due for another two weeks so I'm done early!!! Super Dad will take their present up next weekend.<br /><br />This is the first of the baby presents this year. I can think of 6 women right off the top of my head that will be having babies.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01525449857254113152noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370966865790812085.post-42687138047518909712009-01-13T22:34:00.000-08:002009-01-16T13:21:54.100-08:00Mouse UpdateWe have caught 5 mice since Sunday. We can still hear them underneath the sink behind the dishwasher. We can still hear them coming out at night. We can still see the little presents that they leave for the Super Mom. Thank-you that is all....<br /><br />P.S.<br />There will never be a picture for this type of post.<br />Edit: Make that 6Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01525449857254113152noreply@blogger.com2