tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84189928412518328752024-03-21T22:13:33.560-07:00ring around the rosiehorchykinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14161972769057236835noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418992841251832875.post-70007024889782364182009-09-22T22:31:00.000-07:002009-09-23T16:18:46.461-07:00last days of summer<div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">three weeks have come and gone and little sylvie has, i think, grown so much. it's hard to tell since i see her everyday. i wish so much for sylvie to just stay small...just stay a little baby. my little baby, because my other little baby isn't so little anymore. he's talking so much now. no sentences yet but his first three syllable word is chewbacca. impressive, huh? and he just loves his little sister. we haven't run into too many problems with conrad since bringing her home but i suspect he just gets a little fed up with her from time to time. even so, i think he is adjusting very well and the girl is adjusting pretty well too. for a 3 week old baby she still sleeps a lot of the time so much so i think it's the calm before the storm. i don't think conrad slept as much as she does but i'm not complaining at all. i'm sure she'll let us know once she's caught up on her sleep.<br /></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">as for me, i've been coping well because jay's been home and that has been such a big help. i can't imagine how it'd be like if it were just me, but soon he will have to return to work, sigh. i'm sure i'll be calling on my newly retired mother for some help for she's just a phone call away! </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">the last days of summer have snuck up on us but luckily the days have still been beautiful. it's been a little more difficult to spend the time outside with sylvie but when we do it's been so much fun just hanging out and horsing around with conrad. i hope the days stay like this for a bit longer before the dark and gloomy vancouver days become the norm... </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><br /> </div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384537809499135298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqNvMrcvKhjjbL4J8Mu4zy2EGJaqtD8mUA0nvzCZtFoaaYp9W_uqAYBU_TBp2_TCZPNypnmh7puulBftjc_wQE6fX97mpi0wYjts0qjHwDRNrPrF0pVPFJ4CIsgQ07o_cnnGgYj0KQd0w/s400/last_days_summer+day+leaves.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">...though you can always find the beauty in nature no matter which season. </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384537792738711698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdAyWz1BcOnUUUr_gv8FTBIYawmelrc6osaJzIpRPXp8XH5Dr3fbLXoKDHQWH8Fryq26gTGJaaChe5Pr8uLAAhZIptMxlSa1ZAw-jtDggwdE6_0hiLbjFubC50YrUl5ItZHZB9A48uxBM/s400/last_days_slide+fun.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">i can still remember when we had to catch him at the bottom of the slide. not anymore!<br /><br /></span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384531986365957426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6euF7z7H6Lg4CCAG3RuAeG_VAmJMm0yMUZ4VmD8JSnCoqk8DW6bBNLZMcfaWhHbvwFLS3SvOlf8khyL8wBuQ4dPUFoU3Qt1wdNf2SNka0os4qnBRlA4MSnjDb780QnPPmTlj6fkXNqvo/s400/last_days_boy+and+dad.jpg" border="0" /></span> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">the boy's getting heavy but you wouldn't be able to tell in this photo. </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384533145406960450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4CMsASR_5mE4S5G7lpg10HgcdAmZ4zThlCRXuCcTB9HcYLgYutkFfe19HY8MIjkToloShKv1S03mgyddwEkRTARku9dbTxIWeV0E8yhhkfflnDMzQIi9BylkMj1HXf7KJrO7uz2Bm59g/s400/last_days_cute+boy.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384537798370217362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDw4krWmbsjGIwf1HiRoSqVaO4jl75EpPb7ZF22Tc3u78rlHJhB0nFrFYJvFrlZnR2i0I2lMuMwK2xoPfiOWpGhGuw9qGMZT7pAgXstWVL0IXAG1SdjVI5X0QJCrQHpEDZAlHqLwIyREw/s400/last_days_summer+day+fun.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">this really is the best way to spend the time.</span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><br /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384794657141102866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiBq22gC4pg85m68oNfBYIoYGQYNLtZiEiEorFdr9chy7dLDkruKhfI6W3IIk-AMZ1OuGVbmMlCLq4htGuUx_IV_vDbnZv7p29qYvSjG3XXsXp1n13ti-xuOUYk4M6Tmhq6Gx-8msIifI/s400/last_days_strolling.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384534955484723922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiad2J-z7_8yvwiji_HA4F9gZf6gLd2ct8CxjRGsBLW-R5T-t6ZB9TYVO6iDxAMSBwT1XcpDF8dGKANBBWnpcEqZbW07q3emvpxgG8q6HCO4PLDXoJ_Tx7DBFqQe7VAIgsCyaSP_AxitlY/s400/last_days_my+boy.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">oh, my boy...</span><br /><br /></p><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384537105475872450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-wr9l7nvAA5nduGe9v1VBAjieXsJYdfY4h-3z9rNlyjHmZAybP3LJS87A1-ADz8dniJjsZR8cUJsoaHCdtDBsJjqnsbUIkLBp9x-WllwM8Kw8-V6w3qNuFfz9dfE-wEPiaV1umfjkKsU/s400/last_days_sleepy+girl+3.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and my sleepy girl</span><br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384537098838545410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkO5XgDH7TzqkI_-vS8AAC7WTrdTwAaIryJOonP5fJjCSXwHDc6wT3_mE8JcK53o-_-b3NKXrPPkPhP0NWzbrrrjvOgsB7s3Gl5wMxEaAuksOfGaUekJowP_4oKxZ6A0oJut8ZW4XfTio/s400/last_days_sleepy+girl+2.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">still sleepy.</span> </p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384535382137506930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTRsUS11zGqivrwQ1eAH66kVF2svXBTVBLBpA5YCT8ZyXdEfYg5TanGVDVWq4N5nCAqHtA3zeu05pmSNFsebwdwMneNTwqx7S6tstRWOnvcuHZ5jncpyZhiY7A9VzO-nWDDka5lS0j0Ok/s400/last_days_my+boy+and+girl.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> a gentle morning nuzzle</span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384535387737843698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRoMynGCEfgdOBsZ6S1B2zCxytphy6HmX8qdkaytZ9h2JG4N5zj8vJ1W2KwjuMi4NbnyU3F_ZxASMysWgruzoTdCyhCVYC8XyMqy3nNoyGhdmdFtaSsDnJpcyTLu_bUUfghlTXAyuEyRk/s400/last_days_my+boy+and+girl+2.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384534953341176290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9vgtj3_rUWlg-_ibYjYyN8mBXV36tA4bWkv8EUyk9Z4k3WZSsArsLg67r2Yw5xyiWYM4FXQ2aqZT7uS1PZdPjW1IwecNUFu3Sp7P4cg44wf2oIAu5Ilz3KCg6EPU_BfRbpVWlgew4Omk/s400/last_days_mama+and+kids.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384533152231373666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl3mdCR37VDDcjc-Qr2aRfFx-v69o_XVnvbtxmSX51rFtLnhmeJldZtl3Cjj3O1Udsjd6BiBJZBanwg6mI6W01WqvdNKDFwzsnfRCg0d6_76AePCxeMWgpBoecKsn66MPilseRuh4-JgE/s400/last_days_girl+awake.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">not so sleepy here</span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384531978066265650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw6RC7c6UWawcC9qdHEwivMSgmRAS-Y5VtJY3veTJ5qxuWVjQmI7x-u3ihvnMqhONuCkA1xzxoVS1hzN7B5gT8GSJiALZ4pAqfLSZC9dvLyH4MFZehy1kupZs6OHNhbxqN-vsLL6ojUMk/s400/last_days_big+ham.jpg" border="0" /></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">i love it when conrad hams it up for the cam.</span><br /><br /></div><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384800824594944818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguf9BlAKr4ZxSXQRo-bQtvsz9nSSuaebMetwdEsZ66PYLw8R1Pc37W1mm227GdJTVl9aWFkmV29qyDKmGhrYahqbyOzr9evQYWkZ3DmcKHBpvg-fz74Rxn8ZEUsUtgqclaPLmUyg1LA-I/s400/last_days_alice+and+fam.jpg" border="0" />our friends, alice, johnny, marcus and their newest not so little edition, kyle, were back in town for a visit. marcus is still very tall, just like johnny and kyle is not light weight either. the boys warmed up ratherly quickly despite not having seen each other for almost a year ago! kara's still has her eye on conrad but there weren't too many sparks between kyle and sylvie because they both enjoy sleeping more. alice and family braved the 10+ hour flight from hong kong...they lived to tell about it...i wonder when we can do that same, unfortunately whenever that will be conrad will have to pay full fare. oh, well, at least sylvie will still get to fly for free! </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384538194759878338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPeUzOOK5W3f_vshm5eEqlM9LNc4N3p7m73YUCByMXiOt1e6cwN6Zg34lv8bn1NJK9y5JRWLFrd3QeYcH3aRIyBezF9a05gM970PY4iF40OFnQKUBJ8A-BIdlEE4Lcqf0NzJ5-xLQrv4E/s400/last_days_wong+family+visit.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">photo evidence that kara thinks conrad's a stud muffin</span> </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384534941467184194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_qLAKFihl3-MVYOzDYqHR_JidnfthGr6WLHbEFMEKzFiMD4eM960oxpi1l2cSQEtdCgxZiMkMXEwO21RIgZLsicP6z4WYBx7lYzNXlFKqCdy1qQTNhHlBDTgzGmbNqnSXdLzIwQ0LtUw/s400/last_days_karas+fist+kiss.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">awww...</span> </p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384533137570993250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6TRJbpU-gH13TABOpP90kWwSsXsrNth1oHmefjNB3J13gyda-MZL7wt_mSBWFD-FlKaI6e8PueNVlAWq9admqumcag2F-bwjI5BiyOy78qeS3-t2IGoPyBcG4srW9sFFI00XX8c9e2Yk/s400/last_days_buddies.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">buddy picture on the couch!</span> </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384537095888218530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitmU54dDG2CtSbSvY0ZqI_am5wRAOl53ZPzdCassuZuE3H7UQorgvo-XhY1p0dPoJ3qOhi80cI412F_kdf9KbttREuhhnneS4ssQEyUs91iZKD3JiqFVH72abVpzuqQP7E3m1bqQrT5sU/s400/last_days_sherri+and+kara.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">when there is an alice there is always a sherri nearby.</span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></p><br /><p align="center"></p>horchykinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14161972769057236835noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418992841251832875.post-37315051583719161232009-09-10T13:42:00.000-07:002009-09-11T14:17:44.338-07:00(2+1) +1 = 4<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">the gestation period for humans is generally 280 days plus/minus 10-14 days. for myself this period had come and gone already and this is a really, really long overdue post. we never intended to keep this pregnancy on the downlow so i'm sure some of you folks are surely in for a shock but things just seemed to happen that way when you have a rambunctious little boy to run after on top of the serious fatigue factor when you carry a little human being inside of you. sorry folks.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">anyway, back to gestation periods, did you know that the gestation period for an elephant is 645 days and a giraffe is 420-450 days?!? so for all you pregnant ladies still out there, i know you probably feel like an elephant but aren't you glad you aren't an elephant?</span> </span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"> </div><div align="left"><div align="center"><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">we now have a new roommate and she is all of nine days old. her name is sylvie claire and we love her to pieces! not to be outdone by her big brother, she too decided to come 11 days early. today is my due day actually but she sure didn't stay inside and came flying out in half the time that conrad did but don't get too jealous ladies. half the time means double the pain and it was (insert censor here) painful. i've had women tell me that once they hand baby over to you that you instantly forget about the pain. not so. i still remember it, yes, very clearly in fact. </span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">we didn't really have any hunches whether sylvie was going to be a boy or a girl this time. for simplicity's sake i was hoping for another little boy but i sure wouldn't have it any other way now. she is so lovely and she completes our little family of four. welcome home, my sweet lovely girl.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">but enough of my babble, i'm sure you all want to see photos of our new baby girl.</span></div><div align="left"> </div></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379954474519185874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjprxO6qiJy5mQwgKOBQULmUh_5hk_Gh8mXzUbY5ZXD_Fha6zuXz0obbBpaZU_IEv0g1o_u75oLkjH9WUTMNm2-vnM6tH2TilKw4K4O6NlwLFrWbWW-7V29Hhtvh1ohqgC36xDolNxyTwQ/s400/2plus1plus+1_me+and+syl.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">fresh out of the oven</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqxsyUNcoKQGcgM_5DpjMi7ObdOEsLMui96JE7fJWT00nHayxJBg-caoRDszQJAMZKLjqUDp3gPKsR-xeDei5AORbM2GnU0PjWjCLBX7TpsbM_7jUZvYKYfFy3_LZcf2JFqOuBSGemXbo/s1600-h/2plus1plus+1_skin+to+skin+jay.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379955081399917298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqxsyUNcoKQGcgM_5DpjMi7ObdOEsLMui96JE7fJWT00nHayxJBg-caoRDszQJAMZKLjqUDp3gPKsR-xeDei5AORbM2GnU0PjWjCLBX7TpsbM_7jUZvYKYfFy3_LZcf2JFqOuBSGemXbo/s400/2plus1plus+1_skin+to+skin+jay.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">thanks for keeping me warm, papa!</span></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDwSdopan8-b-MplXVesK2IGTnvaFUQElmsfTXxKZSEJGXLLzeSYU_JyAtN2xiSHS_UJwOLoewPMB25WRNsfRfoq-Bm-iZ_WlerPSALLVRETWAlPoktJowZFYxUQLcresvFDU3752Yujk/s1600-h/2plus1plus+1_new+sylvie2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379954492162798850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDwSdopan8-b-MplXVesK2IGTnvaFUQElmsfTXxKZSEJGXLLzeSYU_JyAtN2xiSHS_UJwOLoewPMB25WRNsfRfoq-Bm-iZ_WlerPSALLVRETWAlPoktJowZFYxUQLcresvFDU3752Yujk/s400/2plus1plus+1_new+sylvie2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">hello, world!</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji4bc6LVnc_Z1tlyQWg70CNlakNfEKOonQkVqpg-PQGP1gjB0K0WOyxiZtCctjq18kd0vFb2kx8-xIe2O-AtG8JKtCUt0sxlxZhTT9IKMyofI2uudVoIMvzsMcyuk-APvBQmqHHw6LdpU/s1600-h/2plus1plus+1_new+sylvie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379954486367907634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji4bc6LVnc_Z1tlyQWg70CNlakNfEKOonQkVqpg-PQGP1gjB0K0WOyxiZtCctjq18kd0vFb2kx8-xIe2O-AtG8JKtCUt0sxlxZhTT9IKMyofI2uudVoIMvzsMcyuk-APvBQmqHHw6LdpU/s400/2plus1plus+1_new+sylvie.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">big bro's missing. he's at popo's watching (too much) tv.</span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379953467861129026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7vD3WHZ4BqzU-VgSYRJJTImDkTYXql2kJkJAnoXEl1_kY5kw2_1VQ9M-3ze1_RlEZWBzvia2zPsqJTYKrL3pd5i7VmXFRqYKoZdcEYboO7vFPZGhVTCd296iklnE9NBbzhpvmbhdfe6w/s400/2plus1plus+1_big+bro.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">i love my new baby sister!</span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379953709947276770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk8MT8_AycPJJoeEyKxnE6aLyCTd2DGPysWOL9pUBN0FnDzcXUylauI-_YYpMpqGgS_ywERWIpy-BeypA3eFs1hTvbGEwglw1FXpy-g72x7kJu0Ayac2eigdwOwNNLpsqLF-fojXB9vwU/s400/2plus1plus+1_grandmas.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">proud popo and baba with baby sylvie<br /></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379953702697366834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu4VV7XOEafTdOS9_gtdfBFgYv9jPyisbPcA0MjQURvsfFp3p2Qp6kN9K5Gp0Dbrg2vpFUzFuw4R9-im2Mqz9sX3NjLHTwrqX-XouhEp20b9kaAS276rGshPmAl5jpeHx8Hk266zkDqHk/s400/2plus1plus+1_family.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">our new little family (sorry conrad, it's not your best face, i know)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div>horchykinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14161972769057236835noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418992841251832875.post-8561614585569424882009-03-19T13:52:00.000-07:002009-03-19T13:57:07.606-07:00how cute is this?<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY6egHFgNSHe4ObDyLqsfkp06KPPvpvRJE1SunlVod06dghbNg0DmrUowlraJNasLtXYXFl92hXQLb2eWt6KvRQ1lO7bYIY6z0j_K2pW2Cw1P-DHHGeG3J2srAquZwTuUTILU0BSHwvgs/s1600-h/how+cute.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315005662740293730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY6egHFgNSHe4ObDyLqsfkp06KPPvpvRJE1SunlVod06dghbNg0DmrUowlraJNasLtXYXFl92hXQLb2eWt6KvRQ1lO7bYIY6z0j_K2pW2Cw1P-DHHGeG3J2srAquZwTuUTILU0BSHwvgs/s400/how+cute.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">so cute.</span><br /><br /></div>horchykinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14161972769057236835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418992841251832875.post-80414102827638149982009-03-17T13:27:00.000-07:002009-03-17T14:32:26.064-07:00happy st. paddy's day!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYfj5dEdv4uhQ_A1p-ueVLIUYIjI9_95-wjSE_-VxyYMV_Fywl0DBFx1RtFhtQC8H8LQbqWDyZi4mqpMYxyVkaWIDfQf3-OUbVsE5Hq1tw93cXgypSb-SaZ8HvQwY5QdW_y4pUfbmIAi0/s1600-h/paddy's+day.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314268617040926962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYfj5dEdv4uhQ_A1p-ueVLIUYIjI9_95-wjSE_-VxyYMV_Fywl0DBFx1RtFhtQC8H8LQbqWDyZi4mqpMYxyVkaWIDfQf3-OUbVsE5Hq1tw93cXgypSb-SaZ8HvQwY5QdW_y4pUfbmIAi0/s400/paddy's+day.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">two monsters + st. paddy's day crowns = FUN! (yep, she's having fun, really)</span></div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314268625909651346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKCe3U94l6-IWLsxGYMdXp2I9u1UmI-1Nzxk_5U2vGpTxGpgGy_J_xz7B-cag41ubeBp-buYI_H13t9l5X4TWeMDwTCQfo3jRvpC3VoiblkjcEtUHq34JWphkR09RpilqDfllxIQcE8LY/s400/paddy's+day_no+more.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">puh-leez, mom! NO MORE photos!</span></p><p align="center"></p>horchykinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14161972769057236835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418992841251832875.post-12793737302399101542009-03-10T22:46:00.000-07:002009-03-11T00:02:53.149-07:00happy FIRST birthday, max<div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">i can't believe that it was a year today that our little buddy max was born. how time flies! i think most of conrad's pals now are over a year in age and he's now got a couple of pals still baking in the oven. max had a kick ass birthday party over the weekend and as always the food was delish but poor little conrad was feeling under the weather but despite that he still had a good time giving high fives all around and blowing kisses to the ladies. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><br />oh, max, how you've changed and grown over the last year...can i hold you like a baby?</span><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311816474901123938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFfleUdilS_tldeI4nR4Mw0kvx9DAM1OAu_rIot2AxbUQrNRq8esGL3_gQF6x_xPE9JgpIDwft_ohq1l5u144XVbAnDZJYJn7m1RpNwb4Ud1bwQrUjqw9AjnJTlBT7K321-oSQST7rpZE/s400/welcome,+max_new+family.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">fresh from the womb </span></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311816463646555810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP8AXoUbWZHAbI5TRPM-h0rVncJCXstvKZyDeeYEh406bOxYM804mvFcUOF0bdNqGcC49BhweKhFlv9sdLD5svRm4Locj8zkBJJOimd9biX4_H7rEy94XC1VZ3Lh13PLGVPPkVuN2ijEs/s400/happy_first_max.JPG" border="0" /> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">i love sleeping babies<br /></p></span><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311816474911579330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHCRYDvqSXNruwFLePbOOqqTT3MsRl4odOf4eVbj-FDH0Pb5nwwJyezIZAGKA3h2bYI2ow2zIoOnqt_F3eg54zEpojG8kIvJXRzBjE5U1gSe6o4GlD7xi1lK1fMelf5iOuL_mBpZ0CuLA/s400/happy_first_max+and+conrad.JPG" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">fergus, please don't eat my face</span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311817812976119474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT_9ZYU_iC_nbwdM3h2MxDYPMPV12cLAwjFJvV5CGdxdW2PDgAxv_R3GsuP-TMjilloJU-ZXr7pNYokEOPBSzfJC53NEXkl4wAta_HqZ_GSdxKpiRwDrjIyjet7PAa_FpDM8f_s2owec4/s400/happy_first_max+and+conrad+at+feist.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">max: conrad why do you have a dish rag on your head?</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">conrad: because my dad is ukrainian.</span></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311817811454870962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqLRf27leLfWYEvAIuSHfGVNB8B2kUUgVwZVWGDKUUoc05IcrkOUzpKQGGGXP_iukDXJpltPFe0VfAKeAxCNfJNAFILBPvHk0LOEsbW4SHAD7faBY2Krbofu9sjbWX-5v9r5a-ob5HkYY/s400/happy_first_max+and+conrad+and+sophie+at+feist.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">mmm...sophie<br /></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311817819065577170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqEs272j09M8RfZLFyeHh0GDw2q4OV6EpAHQHWcoTXYX9MY-WGi7fTOGOBu6TacXlpSnOUA7xY-fpuxHQwXdTXpbXn4hNRxUVa6YHuRPyRiiOooTe4Kul7PKd07DVJL-blAdlBgCn1SLo/s400/happy_first_max+at+feist.JPG" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">mom and dad, thanks for protecting my ears</span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311817819856496450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJbww6y893HMXfaCUfTN_oQHaJ0OzEJ3QPtpzu2CWD1w73YO5dFjUL_rh4wcWvRmvOTOk1IUGt7CV9jOj-_sSBA_VfOhhDugXqjuIjWViUREQFQVFmAsKKKbugFiTnxAB8nFd8u8x_I9U/s400/happy_first_max+and+conrad+horseshoe+bay.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">did someone say fish and chips?<br /></span></div></span></div>horchykinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14161972769057236835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418992841251832875.post-62128479649351726972009-02-14T23:10:00.000-08:002009-02-14T23:59:13.969-08:00happy valentine schalentine's day<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">super sauve ladies man, pierre lafontaine, graces ring around the rosie to help us celebrate valentine's day. smooches to all the ladies!</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ClHTdUxqqlTIO-lMFixAJqz-0zXH_OnLqR7pOJ4vuJ98wPXB_zWvnndaw7zrCV0HU4QGvrL9bGqATMquj92alk4FCwoVPHIGeeB3f9_tOfmiHVo8a2rqaZP3ymurmf2_r041H5jjKsM/s1600-h/schalentines_kiss.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302929084390189586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 381px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ClHTdUxqqlTIO-lMFixAJqz-0zXH_OnLqR7pOJ4vuJ98wPXB_zWvnndaw7zrCV0HU4QGvrL9bGqATMquj92alk4FCwoVPHIGeeB3f9_tOfmiHVo8a2rqaZP3ymurmf2_r041H5jjKsM/s400/schalentines_kiss.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>horchykinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14161972769057236835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418992841251832875.post-1602915251514223972009-01-29T22:45:00.000-08:002009-01-29T23:02:24.021-08:00almost famous<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">check it out, yo! conrad's on the </span><a href="http://www.robeez.com/en-us/productinfo/robeez-footwear.htm?PriceCat=1&Lang=EN-US"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">robeez</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> website! just click on the link. here are some other proofs from the photoshoot. this is soooo (con)RAD! I can't believe he made the cut! too bad his cross dressing bloomer shots didn't make it though! oh, well! enjoy!</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2uDX7PsEhHl8wBGnDF2S82xXSEQ9803Kb56qLdhUFBeUHTw26MufqYAkQpExuhBoL4HTjTyVoI5M9rOSXFsnO5AWt7LTpsHMNmXeCwZlpenagXEXNqYRPshC9e8o_LG4LCooUqprIUIU/s1600-h/almost+famous_screen+shot.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296977373137629906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2uDX7PsEhHl8wBGnDF2S82xXSEQ9803Kb56qLdhUFBeUHTw26MufqYAkQpExuhBoL4HTjTyVoI5M9rOSXFsnO5AWt7LTpsHMNmXeCwZlpenagXEXNqYRPshC9e8o_LG4LCooUqprIUIU/s400/almost+famous_screen+shot.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDKaEI1e67qAVJ7XQJjwa_Yamgn1epwjHxwm2p66Z2BncBSFkIposT34eTH1g1KTpJQIhi-yxy4pXwQv6xSbRsL2ydo40dluO9Yjt4O_PaYXu5qszEK3G-D2Tjoux7OyPQeei4VRyYfl8/s1600-h/almost+famous_proof+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296976682959765810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDKaEI1e67qAVJ7XQJjwa_Yamgn1epwjHxwm2p66Z2BncBSFkIposT34eTH1g1KTpJQIhi-yxy4pXwQv6xSbRsL2ydo40dluO9Yjt4O_PaYXu5qszEK3G-D2Tjoux7OyPQeei4VRyYfl8/s400/almost+famous_proof+3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296976684608005106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh9ZJKQFngBPCKuWhtU5k1b6sjvgC6c1XGwURyLc_57CPhhYhrS4VnKxtwzchXjDjpn6oFvXrUL-nKJgrED-oRZlogr8T0TqoR75es-HkkA5h55EEKWAdb5ZGA8pQBJN7wluh346CjBvE/s400/almost+famous_proof+2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkGNj2rRVAExHvMgB6uqMOiUTrNHXhdPOAtRZ2_GT3DJraqPWSkd7G3EQIVucuhtAnZsQl6NFQWqm9bgWsHSQs62Qz_IoqGc5ANJxiGQ-poB0OgxhHMLN5SU5FyWN9ttMDml8BjdWr7oc/s1600-h/almost+famous_proof+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296976682726810818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkGNj2rRVAExHvMgB6uqMOiUTrNHXhdPOAtRZ2_GT3DJraqPWSkd7G3EQIVucuhtAnZsQl6NFQWqm9bgWsHSQs62Qz_IoqGc5ANJxiGQ-poB0OgxhHMLN5SU5FyWN9ttMDml8BjdWr7oc/s400/almost+famous_proof+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div></div></div></div>horchykinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14161972769057236835noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418992841251832875.post-76163936233041145442009-01-19T20:32:00.000-08:002009-01-20T19:48:46.417-08:00inauguration day<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">there's no denying that even here in canada there is an excitement about barack obama's inauguration tomorrow. i'm in no way a politic hound but we are witnessing an historic event. never in my lifetime did i think there would be an african-american man taking the oval office. not because i think there was not a capable, intelligent enough african-american individual to hold this position but because i just did not think the united states of america would be ready for one. i mean, the american civil rights movement was just a mere 50ish years ago when blacks couldn't go to the same schools as whites, had to sit at the back of the bus, had designated water fountains to drink from and other countless forms of racial segregation all of which seems like such a foreign concept that these things even took place but frankly, i'm sure these types of events still happen in today's world but starting with the beginning of tomorrow's events i feel that there is a renewed sense of hope. this is not just a step forward but a tremendous leap forward for humanity. i feel very fortunate to witness a black american president take power in my lifetime because this gives me hope that in conrad's lifetime there will be less hate and less war. change we can believe in.</span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293237055455144722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVH3G2xEuRcg_K3gIIxhErrpIy7CkAtg3Q_sVdUls9UJpANoK42DXMPR5A9nqUxq0HOvPn_k8ykriAKbg-lduhEOdXn2owjwEJtaTQaW0kY9ZgPNvkjRoS6OhE2MWA8hrneo1TX-O71_k/s400/inauguration+day.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p></p><p></p>horchykinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14161972769057236835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418992841251832875.post-62628947497157902772009-01-12T20:24:00.000-08:002009-01-12T21:38:29.671-08:00working 5 to 9<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">some of you may know i've started working again. it has been a few months now but i still don't feel like it's a good fit but the reality of it is i need 600 hours to qualify for EI. i just got paid last week and i officially have 218 hours under my belt. sigh, only 382 hours to go - insert picture of me blowing on a party horn. so on my name tag i am a "sales advisor" i mean being a "mom on one", which is also on my name tag, you'd think it would help me advise people but i feel like a big portion of the merchandise is just a lot of "not necessary but nice to have stuff"...most definately you'll be needing that wipes warmer and the $400 organic crib bedding. jason and i were most fortunate as we were given a lot of baby stuff so we only researched on a need to research basis and needless to say i am still traumatized by the adult diaper fetish sites i came across when i was researching cloth diapers but had i known the amount of baby stuff you can buy and stuff that people actually do buy, i would have thought twice about working there but beggers cannot be choosers...until they win the lottery.<br />i would have believed you if you told me there was a recession before christmas. there were many night shifts where i was just twiddling my thumbs, dusting and re-dusting the same display case but if you asked me this weekend i would have retorted, "what recession?" the clientele i serve is mostly of all walks of life but we carry some higher end merch so i do have the luck of "advising" snooty ass preggo ladies who think they are the only ones who are with child, grumble, grumble. when i first started i was just flabbergasted how people would spend their money but i'm jaded now, apparently it's the norm to spend upwards of $1000 on a crib, guess i've been living under a rock all this time.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">but enough of this "woe is me" crap. our hard work is starting to finally pay off. just a few weeks ago conrad went to the potty all by himself. he didn't tell me or indicate to me he needed to go he just went to the potty all by himself! i'm even taking him out on walks sans diaper. he even peed on the snow for the first time last week. we don't have too many accidents on the carpet anymore but sometimes i'll miss him going to the potty and he'll end up going to the potty with his pants on, thank goodness it's only been number 1 but the good thing i think he's starting to understand the concept of pulling his pants off and on when he needs to go, just needs a little more practice. exciting isn't it?</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik_vMq_M9Ts2jtaRJxy-G0uOm6cRZNatEdFn1FLjcH_F95pC9j0VUBoWAO1KjE1yIL01un3fMh5hvW7tEXQr4WJupXkUGyfo-j8LLM0plr5kYCgRzXhYgrlH4NpyheGhA0iaBpJKlILzU/s1600-h/working_fallen.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290647106973177170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik_vMq_M9Ts2jtaRJxy-G0uOm6cRZNatEdFn1FLjcH_F95pC9j0VUBoWAO1KjE1yIL01un3fMh5hvW7tEXQr4WJupXkUGyfo-j8LLM0plr5kYCgRzXhYgrlH4NpyheGhA0iaBpJKlILzU/s400/working_fallen.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">the snow is just about gone now much to conrad's dismay, can't you tell he's having a ball?</span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlp6bDUoej2FZKuEjlRwZUbhEJtHwoJcKE8YEGH3cqxVSLTYrBHsg0-VAHd6MwzDonCDkvHYVBoRQYYe0K5HU_EV7eVqAWNIQkpuhThOBmy9RgM8x7kJrPjawXvaNnDYD1zH_vFsmVwFM/s1600-h/working_kicks.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290646240284391154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlp6bDUoej2FZKuEjlRwZUbhEJtHwoJcKE8YEGH3cqxVSLTYrBHsg0-VAHd6MwzDonCDkvHYVBoRQYYe0K5HU_EV7eVqAWNIQkpuhThOBmy9RgM8x7kJrPjawXvaNnDYD1zH_vFsmVwFM/s400/working_kicks.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">check out his new kicks, courtesy of auntie wendy and tucker.</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFRNFkvOzqZ4r2AjRRKIKWOoAHUvf1sgOoE_RRq-1CX1qHoosSOIJubSuDAPVExSr2O4gmXkAqCbQbtoli8FH03hsvd3W8fblVZX3az7SqtDBIOTrRVIXeKDFcOLlC40N-QMrI7Ng6XjM/s1600-h/working_ritzy+robe.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290644725146210722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFRNFkvOzqZ4r2AjRRKIKWOoAHUvf1sgOoE_RRq-1CX1qHoosSOIJubSuDAPVExSr2O4gmXkAqCbQbtoli8FH03hsvd3W8fblVZX3az7SqtDBIOTrRVIXeKDFcOLlC40N-QMrI7Ng6XjM/s400/working_ritzy+robe.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and his oh so chic bathrobe also courtesy of auntie wendy</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290644721023045362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkHlhxhnE1Yk3FGBU57LYS1i6tcYCfWZCk8qw4TirYDfPNRtoSXyR686eXhMTPf51XD1Iw3ZgarvhrZWwBBDLnYP1SjR7U-jUjGLIkzCpNYUy56gm8vS-Dqb1QflsTRxMiVKw6gD37asM/s400/working_ying+tutu.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">happy birthday, tong tong! i love your tutu!</span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290644725035311954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLt96Ca7kZFKkK3ma6aO7DRZbdGzcNK8F1bOIWmyh63nuV94yIpxBdM0Slm263J-TboiJGDu0hq3FLOtESrMi7DVodTEhGdlBKil55TuLbaqwV_mnO7pmdGM0IHF03vfMcF_utFqkiYBI/s400/working_ying+and+doll.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">i'm glad you like your black apple doll! here she is with her proud popo.</span><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><br /></div></div>horchykinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14161972769057236835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418992841251832875.post-66794456677766285432009-01-05T13:23:00.000-08:002009-01-05T14:52:12.324-08:00happy 2009.<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> i resolve. i don't usually resolve much because i know i'll never stick to it but i resolve to not procrastinate --- please don't laugh. i know, i know, it's probably much more that i can chew but i'm tired of playing catch up! it was a good start to the end of the year because we got our christmas cards drawn, coloured, written up and stamped all ready for the merry elves at the post office on december 18th. how about them apples? positive reinforcement is much appreciated.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />christmas this year was pretty low-key. the snow wreaked havoc on rita's flight out from calgary but we were all happy she was able to make it back despite all that silly white stuff falling from the sky. when i was little someone once told me that white stuff was god's dandruff. ick, but anyways, i digress. as always we had christmas dinner at the usual, so "christmas story" but so nice and easy! my MIL hopped on the big grey dog and we celebrated post christmas day which meant we didn't have turkey and cranberries until the 28th! mmm-mmm but is was all worth it. all three of us were spoiled again this year, especially the little monster. the monster is still a monster who runs around like a wild banshee and pulling all the books and dvds off the shelves and climbs on to the rocking chair and coffee table but that why we love him so.</span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287940264833339906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE6G00NmuoOpEH1OzBs2IyKtmVAeQwVre03m2SrK5xBUHqXm18rgmwXOIZXN2QZ6b-YS2_M-7TIIRYQZA3s551Tdsl9wNkDB8WkXow_BCL6Zk9NZ3C7tl2l4f-SB1XDJJ1dfPYQimKbC0/s400/happy_2009_snow+1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ooh, snow!</span></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287940267568155378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicMB1kxU25RlhoEY8aP3O6eSko4tuJKw7EO8dQ_uryyD_3_BpKAZurkUwd4P2V8WSVTKBCbYNIIZNIovEaU3lJrtZsBY-z2-RdZ87OaE-Jzxr-V-JbpVvCqhkHhE_A734uzS4kO1X7S9c/s400/happy_2009_snow+2.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ooh! more snow!</span></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287940268397046082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqAP2-O0_x7i385TGIk7h3kGzDV-shvKqdmXuGxTbCeljVenGv5sG23f83lC9gXZy_Iw7aN4Odo_1ivopwSKoXhG_93ywF7NIxPua_7jtsugGtUHeDWXb-quLgbxBEj-gtiqXNLrNXyLg/s400/happy_2009_snow+3.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">whoa. snow.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287940855350954978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeRVh9lOK3K2KVAuJ35E-jbjuvRkqLpfqXDKk4cct2Yx7n8uT0lBJe4cTmES4Sn2yCTw70-sZrDaSD8CGk6DccGitcLKnKKUHcVJ3DV_WyvAqCO70HC0A50XhVBSMFb882txLU6B1ktjc/s400/happy_2009_snow+play+2.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">i like snow.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287940852432770050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGyMMLldn2uiV-wLQLELkIygAPbK8OSAkEVgNWvpXJ_F2F-1spYWjt-RKL8zCqMM44A3Y2x5N6TDEDLyt1H9j9tz_JUX-kGe-BZPusv581Yd9RCD6WF59C3FTtUSUMnnXKULL6RNz3zd8/s400/happy_2009_snow+play+3.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">not this much.</span></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287939678115052162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7U7AYwxcdvtaIXl-dqJFcxiHboRTce1NiCuE03q5Bhu6VHc-aGfwZt36twvzbJMEXciA3NfnTpB8v3rkpCGKkT9W0ZQo9-BFgKt0K9WP0RU17YFfvprF5S5RdhveEPkpptJOC-Adci78/s400/happy_2009_backpacking.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">my first backpack, MEC of course!</span> </p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287939679524536082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFB40W9CST_72ckdOH7PJuOHtx1xc_0g_zzYUE6M616jqIU-l-Vby5aRGclnNFZ7wl6K7v2ytzXzHBZGhkHT_zbf-Y-oAcKhx4Ei2MDk3c9REMG_UPM_aDrWuNNYK3otFXYwR4jnm8ln4/s400/happy_2009_newt+suit.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">bring it on rain! i'm newt-ified!</span></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287941051951862098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 348px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3vrrFrIY5FAFD0xER6Er4IwDyZ5mbLi8dpXqhTmHh5JLnaGXwd3LLetOTfFpUGPNDpuwwwPRJDsZRH42VnLPEih_DSTHvQ4AnsXO8wh5FZqVoPInA5SbLL0_u5xfksepIuAuDKvUX4jY/s400/happy_2009_wendy+shoes.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">goofing with the cuz and aunt</span></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287939690874000098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihKLq9DOwGo1fq7TN19pAwnjBCbMh36YHIbe3Y7z-KJO2IAvZyo_eJUI1c5o6hv1G3PMXWpVcAq0MEUD-gg8K0JhvJhLKv6FAbHDzJssrthd3RZ2NXVMFyfhpQ-YXcoj7XEszkdDerjAM/s400/happy_2009_roughriders.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">hmm, not so sure about this roughriders t-shirt! thanks garth and donna!</span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287940856433002674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsAVYY__HSKX8e1BnV5vgT8h2Sz8hMYZ4baXvtwvnTfO3vI8dgPLmWR0K7nCfbic1fCZXy3jz3rNCiyAR826Bj-MiGjJBBDDQpbyJOdxPWb6-rCnajaXMWmHNJr7uMzX7FIxYvGohgt74/s400/happy_2009_staticky.jpg" border="0" /></p><div align="center"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">classic</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">toque hair</span><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div>horchykinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14161972769057236835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418992841251832875.post-40159889129052666682008-12-26T15:56:00.000-08:002008-12-26T16:12:27.481-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">here's to a wacky but wonderfully snowy christmas and a fantastic new year! </span><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">love, the horchies</span></div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284253393807669794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx3ur9wlU3zd8UjMiAHOPe3hpizAGpGTTa3-Z7sPzbzNrCJe68M8TCTDO4LfGkwmoZlUyGc_hkTbFPAzETnD0efpWfoXjkBeBF7KQV_TtUvW9o-MLTTtwLH84ZFV6yb8BXcFSKqRA3BL0/s400/merry_cave_xmas.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284255828349020178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4eO0WOqaAZiBmKcgFkCImffd5aVN8F6YXeOEsIYq8yQXZn-KqJSBYsWhufMfx4K6rujvBaytKGWfjjtVemwubU33zILD1aLcuZGcKo4dLAgeGFRs5orRETE_o2VkVyLc3YVmrOw-3zXs/s400/merry_booth+photos.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx3ur9wlU3zd8UjMiAHOPe3hpizAGpGTTa3-Z7sPzbzNrCJe68M8TCTDO4LfGkwmoZlUyGc_hkTbFPAzETnD0efpWfoXjkBeBF7KQV_TtUvW9o-MLTTtwLH84ZFV6yb8BXcFSKqRA3BL0/s1600-h/merry_cave_xmas.jpg"></a> </div>horchykinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14161972769057236835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418992841251832875.post-24472841706864323622008-11-25T20:52:00.000-08:002008-11-26T08:52:31.937-08:00blue steel<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">we got the email on last thursday. conrad had been chosen to participate in <a href="http://http//www.robeez.com/EN-US/default.htm?Lang=EN-US&PriceCat=1&RefID=">robeez</a>'s spring/summer photoshoot and since he's been practicing his blue steel, please see below.</span> <div><div><div><div><div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272833038728370882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiomyo8R9-TMJe9iwZO3kGOG8c8AYmyek1a-3AcBvRyEpYqqzv0bzus9Qi2aqDIDNu1aYov2QKoDzNcEnMiVLVy4gdjifyd0-zZkzbshcPO1fMs0TCDAF588TNiaQt6652Ob0LXoi_de14/s400/blue+steel_blue+steel.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">i couldn't believe my eyes when i read the email, i had to log out and log back in to make sure i wasn't going nuts as my baby brain is still not functioning properly and sadly i have suspicions that it may never recover but that's a whole other post.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">anyways, they didn't give too much notice as </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">we received the email on thursday and the shoot was the following tuesday, which meant i had to book conrad in for a mani, pedi, facial and a massage on really short notice, afterall this could be our, i mean <em>his</em> big break.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">i was really uncertain about how conrad was going to react once we got there, you know, the arrogant photographer, snooty personal assistants and other catty showbiz moms but he was as cool as a cucumber. he was like, "mama, you gotta keep your cool." before long he was running amuck in the green room, going through all the shoe samples, flirting with the older ladies and keeping it real with the other baby models. i didn't have to worry none, all i had to do was keep him from pulling down the set because that boy is sure fast on his feet now. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and he totally rocked it.</span> <span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">it was totally like america's next top model with the art director going through the shots as they were being taken and the stylists were adjusting and re-adjusting conrad's wardrobe. like, totally. he was so much of a star that that they asked if it was alright if conrad could don a pair of bloomers and mary-janes to do some crawling shots. well, conrad wasn't about to be one of those girls who want to get into modelling so badly but not do nude shots, like c'mon. the only problem was he was not a crawler anymore so those shots might not make the cut. the photographer was even like, "you can stop being so easy going." totally rocked it.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">after three wardrobe changes his work was done. i wish i was able to take a few more behind the scenes photos but conrad really kept me on my toes. so be on the look out for conrad's mug on the robeez website as well as any posters at your local baby store. hopefully i'll hear from robeez people once they launch the new spring/summer line.</span></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272848532910954434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6CbEf1LutPbj76-EiXB5BfP1ETFDviPrgIGVVJYUtbf48l5hzaM1pPWr_XPLlU1Z3dLi1beFAnSQZwU9u67Z4Af8H7sT9isbpOdvm9s9Zhprb2EN6OvhAsu98I3L7QylHsM0mTh0-ugg/s400/blue+steel_green+room.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272849092657908786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo5hFtgkUWhgm4Gk_IoV0wIYbi68A0xeGYJkY1FJjm9Ko0mhcECPprlVM5OQJJqxQkHThEp97j-SM_3mbhBql6rLsh-Ey8nsFox2231BII-KgTbbfvAm2SVMOnNZEfqDKkycDLS7sXaXY/s400/blue+steel_bloomer+and+maryjanes.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272849604512019154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEofRhCLe5uZZC4w7L_sxu-gq-qwZ20VcQeFhSf3dyevkpPeO9w6V65_-Kt1RUjNnyy0M3lKrC42vOTJreM3pVOOisHfNWY91hFQafWiFLbbt8oqzAiAMU4r8ttR1W4RPTVYPUwroFXws/s400/blue+steel_set.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>horchykinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14161972769057236835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418992841251832875.post-44734913912114382402008-10-31T23:17:00.000-07:002008-10-31T23:31:31.967-07:00mon nom est...<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">pour l'halloween mon nom est pierre laFontaine. j'aime mon beret, les biscuits et les baguettes (yum-yum) et les bananes aussi. joyeux halloween, mes amis!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263570340753077650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwlf6z3jnlXPp8EvsCe0Py_VbjrybulrJYsr1hUoSEFlqcVtOMivbyvTAHBjUV03iKtp16gqeDcTe0aV_rz1TyZrKWUpBDaGu3cUAJ9OZv-t3Imlf339mxzvHp7DDrD0PkGMD21_yD-Ws/s400/mon+nom+est_BONJOUR+CONRAD.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div>horchykinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14161972769057236835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418992841251832875.post-88720512376688584922008-08-27T23:06:00.001-07:002008-08-29T00:28:40.312-07:00birthday bonanza<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">even though the face painter didn't show up and the deal with the ponies fell through i think a good time was had by all. before we knew it the townhouse was busting at the seams with lots of birthday and baby action. conrad was so lucky to have so many peeps come to help celebrate his first birthday. though the day was hectic for us and we didn't get a chance to catch up with all our guests as we should've we hope that you all had a great time and hopefully the mini hamburgers and mini tacos were tasty enough for you to come back again next year! conrad wants to thank everyone for a super duper party, especially those who came from out of town! and thank you for all your lovely presents! let the baby parties begin!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239824248179013554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE9C5SK6ne_JYNi_2l6etT2syTaNPciO15moGBDc9w3bp94PE9AOwZ3TIFcLeH1kdbII2aSGjEWQTOQ5bHPHVdO9riGJa3eEBj7PYg21MSmg6hyphenhypheng64AkqwOK_tPqHRGvSqx85j3f5CxrA/s400/birthday_bonanza_cry+1.jpg" border="0" /></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">poor little conrad wasn't totally himself as his teeth had been bothering him lately and he was a little more glum on the day of his party. it's my party and i'll cry if i want to...</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239824863427394738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1CQnb9JSKIbdWFXAA4PXx7VXK1ba2XnRSYJ6Cz9fKcR3slI2saTRNpUbO978SL-QCLupgZiRC1c3UycCPJBvKKBxWz6oRUH5cJI9WCUuGwk1d6cCOGQNzfyBUruAwUYqrMDULH4DfVs4/s400/birthday_bonanza_crying+2.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">cry if i want to!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239826343115867458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8askc5QAzmxdgFuTyJNBXdj7ENWNrhUb2RQuQviS8PzV3ykaapDh4B9QmPdqcplJzQPn8U0W8v60SlKVU4t94wbIE125SiNUpKVrgBUlK4pQNj_vplVd3NRkJG5ScMgSb29rOpXODCZo/s400/birthday_bonanza_uggs.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">but it's nothing presents can't fix! check out my haul (and my ugg booties)!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239825793227145650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkZQ76biy0-Q6xO2wCd0TuAAoL7D_lKeMu5gTBlDz6q2lbF2YL_fF6dieW9lroHccVUvrQOxEfWHhLjh-zxgcDSz09PwQwWVWTBJfGXszNf8rB-QTl5VoNP0bynGjKsBwIk4VmolwwprM/s400/birthday_bonanza_more+presents.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">more </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">presents! way to make good use of your sign language, conrad!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239824249024301778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbvDDlEGbqG5NvFSbCTQ1pO1-zKKOpNzJke9FL68w6MJqMuma9zHE8g3Qn05A5UUGVBuHw6LYzuzFAjZDRTiGJLy8M6Ooe51jjvSzuSIeYH-vXAr5J2FrxCqP5hlliY9IMfKsxWhVa6g4/s400/birthday_bonanza_cake+time.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">conrad has been so highly trained to eat good healthy food that he just didn't know what to do with his birthday cake!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239822774337172290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilsJ9MqYG26LlxUfdt2PXQmDIwWCvhbfb2QGndc9eLwIcBnGbTqztzGBYei2qpH-BhdKrliImj1QydhT3xT3v7X_1eFZcJI4oOtYV0X7HG2aqoo1uIDD3iQSq3oL3QpRN00YbvtUwlZ4g/s400/birthday_bonanza_B_crew.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">peeps,</span></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239825789072422802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwY5ozij9QD42bWQhB2Y0XwdDDtqHzKZ1VjOZ9qj13mE562rTW6nJ5WSLE0ssLtXzoQ6EOuanHOWIJmkmBz6AcrIsB5zi4UfiwZQKQJ0Bt_mdbYTMlVputBd0e57P0T_X3T3RyGk9438c/s400/birthday_bonanza_more+peeps.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">peeps,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239826346695507362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinWMNQSXXWHobeOXZfHzZcsNoZvDsS48nBPGQWptAF9plvt_n_-2TLq_dx5NHpLJMNJ_mAJ2ZV5O6LxBasDe8ftETO8knnQ6QC5gISjty5hSNDcFjejaSG7SSXmU7GHq8Hj_Pbz1ECDCs/s400/birthday_bonanza_peeps.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and more peeps! (sorry all those who were missed!)<br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNtrU34mwIPFRe_pqTnwPseziY-sNmi3SUZPdoR9IYqFlxpcI-jdd3F8qU7fvkvjNUe5u22BsYUvFFLr5HeEaDKG2jFoTSzliwbd5YQ_KBqfL6ff-VhA-2kmIn_T0UCfa1_UziEEB5zrU/s1600-h/birthday_bonanza_hooray.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239825342640000386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNtrU34mwIPFRe_pqTnwPseziY-sNmi3SUZPdoR9IYqFlxpcI-jdd3F8qU7fvkvjNUe5u22BsYUvFFLr5HeEaDKG2jFoTSzliwbd5YQ_KBqfL6ff-VhA-2kmIn_T0UCfa1_UziEEB5zrU/s400/birthday_bonanza_hooray.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">hooray for conrad!</span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239824866102183842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim2NJ3qCmgfYxkj2A4n9AdsToJYVQ6zluS-zzQEG-xcjZRPsKyKgOYrEi5qZOcOiwnLvL-JZwflcS55MLo7bDkH3lXT_2E8f7bx1M6pZk5tX9sug8gxBHVXRX0MnwV-UWcLqotletrk9I/s400/birthday_bonanza_cupcakes.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">what's a party without cupcakes!</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">wanna make them yourself? click </span><a href="http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/CHOCOLATE-CAKE-WITH-CARAMEL-MILK-CHOCOLATE-FROSTING-107944"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">here</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.</span><br /><div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIDG5C0XmUJx68gQmZ151kjo8fOtk3ID6HquG9XZj4J_WX1m7HL0o2x6GW8vFWyd1GqVzKInFvzf6MpHL8DBFF9cC0KODTFzIcad3VnQHjjuXvQ6uA6icG3-wT_qEnglJ66Tqq192x6qo/s1600-h/birthday_bonanza_babies.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239823977127208626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIDG5C0XmUJx68gQmZ151kjo8fOtk3ID6HquG9XZj4J_WX1m7HL0o2x6GW8vFWyd1GqVzKInFvzf6MpHL8DBFF9cC0KODTFzIcad3VnQHjjuXvQ6uA6icG3-wT_qEnglJ66Tqq192x6qo/s400/birthday_bonanza_babies.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">birthday baby bonanza! hey, who brought the crybaby?</span></div><div align="left"> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfJZpHxbscAPNNfjghpElSz1OK-_DMfOQMx1VbKHYX0PqZyDnONtB58z3Ur_rXUQrJ6mCePBTqNJPj8qmXQRHXaGfJpPLcHYyebEBm4NRyA_Fw-Vu0ermuFy-3iVCway3b6wPY1oRDCDw/s1600-h/birthday_bonanza_best+wrap+job.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239823981223504162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfJZpHxbscAPNNfjghpElSz1OK-_DMfOQMx1VbKHYX0PqZyDnONtB58z3Ur_rXUQrJ6mCePBTqNJPj8qmXQRHXaGfJpPLcHYyebEBm4NRyA_Fw-Vu0ermuFy-3iVCway3b6wPY1oRDCDw/s400/birthday_bonanza_best+wrap+job.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">the best wrapping award goes to auntie amy!</span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239822780172028994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUgJgSZjPisV2WgV1_2_G7-JlDLWwqz6LuRN6QLxRtZbx8Uzm1ZMJJSGFL6Wbt6epCpii4s4MyPEkXhbJ1msQw9pT__c4TNiiaSqT0TXAumGhz8ys2QsvkWlFtf3B1gU1BV_rd2zwlUbg/s400/birthday_bonanza_baba.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">thanks to my baba and auntie wendy and rita who came for my birthday!</span><br /><div> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239825345761888434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigjCHHTCdG_HyhSe0g4ceKmLjbrUPq1QWo9X2amKPHgCQyA7TaIyDCh4MZkcqniB_CHLGuNdWz-tlE1pHb4c5K7XSuBvVYajMCkzt1hgTPe0IcQr_OjzHSh9jzRSs9xZ9ik0bZKbDRDV4/s400/birthday_bonanza_little+lukas.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and a very special thanks to lukas, the tiniest party-goer for making conrad's birthday extra special.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /></div>horchykinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14161972769057236835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418992841251832875.post-21303175436255690282008-07-22T23:29:00.000-07:002008-07-23T01:27:13.748-07:00sweet success<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">the mommies on main show was a huge success for me. thank you to all my friends and family who came to lend some moral support because i sure needed it! i couldn't have done it without my two biggest supporters, jason and conrad, thank you! and thank you, thank you, thank you to my mom, MIL, SIL, bronwen for rescuing me from my panic attack, josh, naomi and max for being my first customers!, nancy and gerald for lunch, the mah's, flaura and claudiu, ginny and jayden! the weekend is kind of a blur to me now so i hope i haven't forgotten anybody. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></div></span><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">wow! what a learning experience! it sure is different being on the other side of the table. it was very intimidating for me once i got to the hall. all the vendors looked very pro which made me feel very mickey mouse so i hid behind my table for most of saturday but i was glad to have some very nice people stationed around me but once i finally did venture from behind my table i quickly realized everyone was very friendly. phew! i am so glad (in hindsight of course!) i did this show. i received so many nice compliments and that made this whole experience worth it and just gives me a sense of validation and that feels good. i have a few more ideas i'd like to do but all i need now is time! i've opened an <a href="http://www.happylittle.etsy.com/">etsy store</a> but i haven't had the time to stock it yet...i'm sorry! hopefully in a couple days because i'm just trying to complete a custom order for a mobile that i received after the show! can you believe it??? so hang tight and i'll be sure to update you when i have items up for sale!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226113940257415410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPaupBRt7ygpr7KsqV1qoOOeC-35UHh4khrBz4gAotu0D9mG17_rHSikhLW9vmFXHTmzzgegNPyZ6pQVWWEIqUlUpiTTsU5Im59b3HVjaGlwZPBt2XRC_qhn4s964ZjliXobPK462_HT4/s400/sweet_booth.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">and i can't post an entry without an update on my little monster. since my last post he really has grown up almost into a little boy. he's started crawling and pulling himself up against the bookshelf, kitchen cabinets and stereo. and he's got lots of hair now. he's still pretty serious but he has little giggle fits. and he's got this little smirk, you know, the one where you know he wants to smile but he doesn't because he doesn't want to give you the satifaction. what a brat but there is too much to tell. you will have to come over to see it for yourself otherwise you'll only have pictures to look at. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">so long for tonight.</span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226110815416423634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH_xaZhh0yPHVf_qyUriSlr2wttmq52ows94fDyfRffpp4Z_sB5BaAQlYBsB1z5xTpbqKH-J3bZoyvHC1txBHye8ew5nmLzMj4jbVBmC5smdEVy3TcAGLfnlBOjSMRwuUg4YycYV09F3c/s400/sweet_hairdo's.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">vote for your favorite hair-do!</span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226110162814147378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI0lxESlkLq3DnIVho_0L1_VblrmLZ4fkWp47K3TwWuHms1btU4EshmxsV4xmUmv5RhBeGhoaHOWF_yGIFPZx7-TeZTRDVj7dzRVOQ-07CVolmyDyioo_yAg6TPxbnNDgKYGBYv7xwnw4/s400/sweet_carfree+commercial.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">carfree days on commercial<br /></span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226110818967936034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCrr8rHI6wRGTbTl7QkoHAG7UtloAvS-7nFMiNGE9T5Db_l92AE5-NT-M6hRQ1BWSpYqX8lsUYo_GnyUVjAmFtaVKWhQnxUP6vDEZgw9GTAkHI60Nd3UTV788zHYcLWlp2QZRRILprzdM/s400/sweet_playground.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">at the playground being cute </span></p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226110530875336386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyyu4F6yp4xXlBpf6QR-HTzxxP3LoWQotlJ0mHfTBzsAeJQW2-oCH9uBv8l9vL6TwFfno0f3951Ty6gQzWYgKAP4Soyr3QW8sJla0BG1U2dQ2tXcD-7TnnvSUo7cJbvlqYCMA-P4lAzCY/s400/sweet_grassy+conrad.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">just being cute<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226110162434959954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzqff2QOJnXml4lfN-EDnndmra0wCKTH47VLhHT8uTqIaHn-g5SiP4me8dcY25HvypNnZF2gkNfDWCGl-qwCPquOqqY_-FpoNg6naL9OmsACdoJ-AZc6BVBxdg9kg6FCuNeS84wwZOfSo/s400/sweet_+picnic.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">everybody! just wait and stop crying! we just need one good picture!</span></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226111575418463970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdntuUYC70C3jNPE8TJQELs10Ob2YS2X5r5Zp2hIMXB7FNpqXEVYO0EfXun3gydymdtZdB8JysDBBkiTsiEYtsT6RGHTU9Y5DmfpzUpx5wS-LMvQZZJX6JYx_mNmlbJr8ec-hFArlfOyE/s400/sweet_fraser+and+conrad+grizzle.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">hanging out with fraser at grizzley</span></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226113943187001746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPhry-srlF_fN06W6jpCnvOY-WM8L4H8JpGmZCHdqcho0pEykoDHzuDQiywG2-FHan83bfRN8FIzfzfHrWYdi0UqphvglZPE_dpVoNFe5MD5DMCHQfk52iWS3W6gEkcKtlVcbb163v5xg/s400/sweet_max+and+conrad.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">hanging out with max. don't eat me, fergus!</span></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226113946257954018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Skvk3YdrUIs-2vAZTw-T0an9wAzors_JM9pVSnwBSavARBYrydVSnZWvYw-rvVy235-b0WIZt7_fK-U1neF-rRuWjQqg4M4v0-wZ4pnHAyHemwjb-O-1yMcYJWOSxoULVgpZng3qaZI/s400/sweet_max.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">hungry, max?</span></p><p align="center"><br /></p><p align="center"><br /></span></p><p align="center"></p>horchykinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14161972769057236835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418992841251832875.post-91219937214711592832008-07-12T09:23:00.000-07:002008-07-12T09:34:46.567-07:00heads up, seven up!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">you know that "first day of school" feeling when you are feeling like you are walking into a lion's den and you know they are going to rip you into shreds? yes, that day has come folks, it's finally the weekend for the <a href="http://mommiesonmain.com/">mommies on main </a>show so come down and save me from the lions! the show runs on saturday, 11am-6pm, and sunday, 11am-5pm. you can find us at the heritage hall on 3102 main street. there is a $2 admission but $1 dollar will be donated to the YMCA for programs aimed towards single moms.</span><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">also, super business mommy, ashley ramsay, of <a href="http://milklush.etsy.com/">milklush</a> will be at the show on sunday only! check out her cute quilts and indispensible MyPad! they are awesome!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">hope to see you there!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222166447746980466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6d0ey7Olk5Sv3a09I15aaD8sB5veb6v8JVb8PtOga0o31Fo9pBhRV3YzhKnku7hzsaiZ6vU6zF6gt8sxdyk3FSe4CfG4elHTivIel0_5BAcOMsB_MyCFtFGurRI8ZgQclh3r8c2JS2pw/s400/heads+up_emailflyermommies.gif" border="0" /><br /><div></div>horchykinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14161972769057236835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418992841251832875.post-71689922841544531482008-05-29T20:55:00.001-07:002008-05-29T21:13:24.733-07:00belated shout outs<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">shout outs to my popo and auntie nancy who celebrated their birthdays on sunday!</span><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwmPafa9MoqYZJFZfbuNd_Xt3EoZc194yPxm2pqvOWVdv-gSALoNfWPgiQ78EkpeA1I_7WVRb6mWdwVf63ZhuBKexcbToWZo9-ZDolsVe99qAF4TDgOKsESqMv5RPST2p4xr1J1vuHf2g/s1600-h/shout+out_birthday+cake.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206017807289138834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwmPafa9MoqYZJFZfbuNd_Xt3EoZc194yPxm2pqvOWVdv-gSALoNfWPgiQ78EkpeA1I_7WVRb6mWdwVf63ZhuBKexcbToWZo9-ZDolsVe99qAF4TDgOKsESqMv5RPST2p4xr1J1vuHf2g/s400/shout+out_birthday+cake.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206017815879073458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQzvqn0BM-g3gzhph6GBp4r9RaX8lTIN5Yli3x53MVSFbG2pZy2sAczSDr92nQu2F8was3wPjIIK_afJgfAUnCLCusiK3a2Mg7PWsdlfZMC_dtTuUjSCNEWhxO099ePmJj_L7ceFXXn8Y/s400/shout+out_popo+birthday.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">popo, sang yut fai lok!</span><br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206017811584106146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2rGH8OpAZ6wIJoMusbyusTXuHWLTSKk3DJr_ur5MjyqnsxqrUMWNT_0mW1SqKWn8Y8au4sVJ2OyjGA6SH7ol6tlprNH41QA2IGhIGD-sKdrv-t0iCBQ-6vApXzfJuT4AgiNNwQL6l1L4/s400/shout+out_nancy.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">happy birthday, auntie pantz!</span></p><p align="center"></p>horchykinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14161972769057236835noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418992841251832875.post-30515081704056843302008-05-27T22:36:00.001-07:002008-05-29T20:54:21.939-07:00viva las vegas<div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">so we didn't come home with any benjamins if you were wondering. i knew i should've cashed out when i was up 14 cents on the slots but you live and learn, right?!? jay and i didn't actually gamble much, not even in the way of slots. it was a long first day and we didn't get into sin city until the evening and it was still h-h-h-hot. lucky for us there were predictions for weather breaking records that week and sure enough the very next day was a scorcher, a record breaking 108 degrees. does anyone know what that is in celsius? no? well, you're in luck because i do. 108 fahrenheit = 42.22 celsius. i am not kidding. i must've been expecting the very worst because it it wasn't as bad as i thought it would be as did wendy. it was probably because of the humidity factor. gaad, humidity is just unbearable. we were worried little monster might kick up a fuss with the heat but he was a-okay with it, just a bit dopey but that might be because he poor little nose was stuffed up still.</span><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205937491400703522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Q9JbwzPfn7EEfb5G6ILHzulTNppYRiZnfy8jutn9NtkRjlH2CEG1UqUrlHB2ZXl0Y7BYhOkwX_MU2bKjKp9shB6VThey3SgIc-66RQiZRJdNvXKwYCMkEk_KfhOOs6HZCGxyXSSLnKs/s400/viva_snot+bubble.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">who doesn't love a snot bubble?</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and how awesome was it that the wong's were in the vegas the same time as us?!? we got to hang out with mrs. wong at their palacial digs at the palazzo until garret finished up at his conference. the room was crazy fancy and the view was incredible. we had all our swimming gear with us but the pool had to be closed that day due to high winds. unlucky for us. we went to the burger joint called stripburger across at the fashion mall. it was pretty good but not nearly as good as the burger brasserie at paris. if you want to taste the most AMAZING fries EVER, you need to go to the burger brasserie and try the petite frites. best. frites. EVER. but stripburger did have pickle fries. what are pickle fries, you ask. well, you're in luck again because i know. basically there just battered dill pickles. they were served with a ranch dipping sauce. seriously, anything is good deep fried.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205939522920234562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Bg7P2Ag0OKDqGB5WtubC41vDCuelkYFC2AjNo4ZM690qIc_WbdMsiiSr2lJoaaGEAVbTkctvZGEfkgZEaaxeqqy8WxZJ0BkkSB48pKFC18hTURaeiexbHniEqGurRA0SibDfAToC7F8/s400/viva_palazzo+vista+collage.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">nice view, huh?</span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205937057609006594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbuozB2aNnbzcYyrqpLzMIqAJL_0flCu2InXK-IJNhx9Cm_Q5lKltL0-NA8naSA4EOT3pcarTHI0vNOHtZrgLX0T8FZY19UiiGw0uWd9mGDfBY1dE0ZgjrACk_G9Aji-HET4QmTPGvLdk/s400/viva_garret+and+conrad.jpg" border="0" /> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">i'm staying here tonight, uncle garret. i hope you don't mind sleeping in the other bed.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205934953075031458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR67VvsbPxPireH3txZRXJ9Cr1wdixWeGtZgUVNvWXrcRM8fPjpsMHXEU98K1jaft0Qb470Qq1hk1YVqqtHQ1QDUaAq5hJYCNmYjn45uT-Eb2iDzOTPERxj6Hl9zBo2c75WiLw3XInqOQ/s400/viva_amy+feeding+conrad.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">who is this strange woman feeding me?</span></div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">wendy, amy and i spent a day shopping at the outlet malls. wendy's eyes glazed over when she saw the banana republic signage and power shopping mode kicked in. i was happy to get a pair of birks that i've had my eye on for some time now...for half the price! woo-hoo! but other than that there weren't too many good steals. amy stocked up on shirts for garret and baby stuff. (not trying to start any rumours, people! baby shower gifts! jeesh.) and wendy came away with a pair of kate spade sunnies that she had been coveting. and after the shopping fun was over we had to hop back on the bus to get home and boy it was an interesting journey. it all started when we missed the 108 so we waited and waited. a couple of buses had gone by, but no 108. then were was a lady with a gold capped tooth that came running up to the bus stop disappointed to that we let the bus go. "y'all do know that each and every bus that's passed get you back to the strip, right? i was runnin' cuz i thought y'alls gonna hold the bus!" and the adventure begins. we get on the next bus with this lady telling the entire bus that we've let multiple buses by without getting on thinking that only the 108 took us back to the strip. don't get me wrong she was funny and we probably owed it to her otherwise we'd probably still be waiting at that bus stop. and unlucky for us the driver of this particular bus was loud and quite unhelpful, yelling at the passengers whether we needed the next stop or not...hmmm...isn't that what the bell is for but anyway, no one was really answering her and so she got all pissy (probably because she had an undercut too, like how 80's) and started berating us tourists. then that got the gold capped tooth lady started again so we had it coming to us from both sides. i wish i had it on video because it was one of those things you try to tell people how funny it was but comes out sounding not so funny, so reading about it is perhaps worse than hearing it. sorry, y'alls, i tried.</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206001632442302082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgI7zQvL3k03ylA3ISW25JzR_11gcMvk797QT6FGjcXSL1OZ-9pz-jhZUXlzjCscKd40di5p97OiyVfRMmO810o5m6BAyuRvwRdO7pmmzgywrCjkWEUbcEwLcnmrWACsu11fRxUat7540/s400/viva_birks.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">my birks</span></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">jay and i got to go out and have dinner all by ourselves while my MIL watched over the monster. it felt really good to get out on our own. no serious conrad withdrawls. and we had some really good mexican grub that was really affordable seeing that it was situated in the venetian alongside the canal. so we wined (mmm, sangria) and dined as we watched the gondolas go by. how romantic.</span> </p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205937053314039282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOu6iGyQAl3HwEffZb1vSSKGvA8D3CBFhXYAqRpwzk3kYThXowqzGygK2TMZwgy4b_97NelpRD8bJzh9AoP-M_lxZplRzxFI6Ixt2xWJJ8uGHTQyksxfm_uuk_XidscoSWvw4_H-SNG-A/s400/viva_conrad+mexi+dinner.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">actually, conrad was with us as we finished our dessert. tee-hee.</span></p><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and after having paid her babysitting dues, my MIL had the lovely chance to see cher at ceasar's palace. so a good time was had by all in vegas until a baby gets locked in a hotel room and the front door has been deadbolted and the door from the adjoining room slams shut after the baby's aunt and mother return from a junk food run. yes. being the extra cautious dad, jay had locked our door from the inside while he watched the boob tube in wendy's side of the room as conrad slept in ours. upon our return, we triggered an air vacuum and the adjoining door slammed shut and our keys couldn't unlock the door so we had to call the front desk. pandemonium ensued (not really but i like to make things more dramatic for storytelling purposes.) the key guy came and unlocked the door but he also had to call security to verify that we were indeed the registered guests. poor little monster must've known something was up because he started crying but luckily drifted back to bed after a few minutes. phew. another lesson learned. </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">good times. good times.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtyGHu_KYf8zrGdW_JCsFZWmDk7O-5CrQNQZdMJr5Slc2mn5hdh7LiQZp1n2UcSvB_W8oNUIM3Cw2HU4AVmv7792BBV969rvjkwRopjQLkvTIDor6wbjj8olh3K3JBmPQjBi-U9rjgBmo/s1600-h/viva_nighttime.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205967873999355506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtyGHu_KYf8zrGdW_JCsFZWmDk7O-5CrQNQZdMJr5Slc2mn5hdh7LiQZp1n2UcSvB_W8oNUIM3Cw2HU4AVmv7792BBV969rvjkwRopjQLkvTIDor6wbjj8olh3K3JBmPQjBi-U9rjgBmo/s400/viva_nighttime.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> i wish it was really paris. the tour eiffel and the l'arc de triumphe!<br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWv-QZe1Q0csrjnBkN59HBZe6zp93xos2AgbtrtkZAxMd7Ohm0S5YylNJEcSRuYvclT6olJKecxAW01boUxQhh6FzCDvxVZQAsOkAr5a1YDuti08ZaLWqecIdfzBnGAPA_TiOyo1-jQrg/s1600-h/viva_evil+baby.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205940609546960466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWv-QZe1Q0csrjnBkN59HBZe6zp93xos2AgbtrtkZAxMd7Ohm0S5YylNJEcSRuYvclT6olJKecxAW01boUxQhh6FzCDvxVZQAsOkAr5a1YDuti08ZaLWqecIdfzBnGAPA_TiOyo1-jQrg/s400/viva_evil+baby.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">give me my beer, mama!</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiugpvsZYysOPlimbb4LG18tKQRouJR8CZhc0bBr05uMFbNlzqK0PYEYBw2TKt6Mh5skfNSU1RkznDFvGAxcvbPZuoHFx2mb2Il6V3_Vs8PPJlLclPGCB7NvlmjRI_7FhJ0vz9N42hnIgk/s1600-h/viva_naked+and+drunk.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205940613841927778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiugpvsZYysOPlimbb4LG18tKQRouJR8CZhc0bBr05uMFbNlzqK0PYEYBw2TKt6Mh5skfNSU1RkznDFvGAxcvbPZuoHFx2mb2Il6V3_Vs8PPJlLclPGCB7NvlmjRI_7FhJ0vz9N42hnIgk/s400/viva_naked+and+drunk.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">much better.</span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205937942372269618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMVkJWntEWYC1PdYTiZMEe_ScrHdKabCQLg03qMQDHNumBgSyhL8sr5RghdVmswKviWP-w3tnVBviLgpn-Jcc4uiMOSq2_1Yq8MPCO_hDGhh40fipBLgaTc0Wd039HI_Nd7MO-k5c4imE/s400/viva_wendy+and+conrad.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">give me the diet coke, auntie wendy, not water!</span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKmrXSQait5B5X9UmzqwS3g8wuSIGeXPASCnIX5jfVCiwjXZcAvoTPbFPhEJIqqaNvnJ9JribPcs_9vmmGhzfxBAEDHCqvx8Wi4TBI32q4h1NgodeZrsrg1O3Srp3HmzKpgKhHgLsLeDc/s1600-h/viva_baba+and+conrad.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205936379004173762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKmrXSQait5B5X9UmzqwS3g8wuSIGeXPASCnIX5jfVCiwjXZcAvoTPbFPhEJIqqaNvnJ9JribPcs_9vmmGhzfxBAEDHCqvx8Wi4TBI32q4h1NgodeZrsrg1O3Srp3HmzKpgKhHgLsLeDc/s400/viva_baba+and+conrad.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">photo op with baba at the flamingo</span></div><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjknZ8IoJyohyphenhyphenQjx6dlyESRRlDV5xrBensjp9xAJzDqYJzsoMl6plSWWXX4BILd0L8YkuN5SmziDvIifr1koPMLNVMBQtea_U1oVBs53YinT0zGFVgzb9oU62NBSRkL3lOeZtxfk3CxCOU/s1600-h/viva_bananas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205936379004173778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjknZ8IoJyohyphenhyphenQjx6dlyESRRlDV5xrBensjp9xAJzDqYJzsoMl6plSWWXX4BILd0L8YkuN5SmziDvIifr1koPMLNVMBQtea_U1oVBs53YinT0zGFVgzb9oU62NBSRkL3lOeZtxfk3CxCOU/s400/viva_bananas.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">these two bananas cost us $2. can you believe that? bloody robbery. also that was the view from our balcony. not quite as good as amy and garret's.</span> </div>horchykinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14161972769057236835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418992841251832875.post-80978638246904662442008-05-18T07:43:00.000-07:002008-05-18T08:39:24.933-07:00vegas baby!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">watch out, here we come!</span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201742743979509826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiOdmRQIuuaZlr5eCPumynXWtlA6ihaiUIkp449Ksfp7kqhQZ5deLfJNSdJ345O0aP4_Pn85WGuEG5olZgVc_1GTPnlfq57ZuzzeDhyphenhyphenNEGGyVy02moRLEpvcmeyYAw5TNepcsHOtUV3FM/s400/vegas_baby+baby.jpg" border="0" />horchykinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14161972769057236835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418992841251832875.post-14342885495004298222008-05-18T05:59:00.000-07:002008-05-18T06:56:38.866-07:00how is your poo today?<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">never did i think that i would be so curious and concerned about poo, hence this early morning post. conrad didn't poo yesterday so after his middle of the night feed i was worried that he'd poo his pants so i stood outside his bedroom listening for grunts at 4:20am in the morning because i <em>love</em> catching his poo in the pottie. no, i am dead serious. you really get this satisfaction of knowing you saved yourself from cleaning some nasty s***. pun intended. but i also do feel bad when i do miss a poo, i mean, i don't think anyone enjoys crapping themselves and so i don't think babies like to either, which is basically the theory behind the diaper-free method. babies, apparently are born to communicate with us when they need to eliminate but because we lack this knowledge we miss the signals. so babies learn to to poo and pee themselves thinking that's what they're supposed to do and when it's time for potty training they're like, "whaaat?!? i thought i was supposed to poop and pee myself. what 'cha talkin about, mama?" some might see this as some hippie gibberish but based on the results that we've had so far i highly recommend at least trying this because it's doesn't require as much patience as you might think and it means one less diaper to wash and/or toss which the environment will love you for. our friend, janey, practiced it with her son and for awhile she said that he was going diaper-free at nights! we haven't had that kind of success with conrad but i am very pleased that he had caught to what the potty is used for...no, conrad, that is <em>not</em> a hat. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">but anyways, back to the poo itself. what am i concerned and curious about? i'm curious and concerned about the firmness, the colour, the consistency, the frequency, what it looks like, is it smelling the same, etcetera, etcetera. and i'm sure there are many other things that one could look for in infant poop for example naomi was telling me that stringy-ness in breastmilk poo may mean an intolerance to something mom's eating. how would one test for stringy-ness? well, you rub the poo together (in the diaper but i guess you can use your hands if you were a tactile type of person) and peel apart. how's that for a conversation starter? </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />breastmilk poo rules. solid food poo sucks. breastmilk poo never bothered me, that's probably because his poo's now are basically like mini man turds. for short-while he was quite regular and i was catching close to 90% of his poo in the pottie. his poops of late, though, are getting a bit more sporadic with a lack of rhyme or reason. he went from twice a day to once a day to once every day and a half then all of a sudden 3 a day then back to once a day. i was a wee bit thrown and missed a couple here and there. ugh...but i will not this discourage me! i will not be satisfied until i catch all his poo's! plus, just look at how much conrad enjoys his time on the pottie (like every guy!). </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201706185217886242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG_RDOgfYI9zTk6yyzcU7Xi1D99Yk74VRBiUcibbYxKPtk4pU1WNVdTHT_A1M8rQE96FyzDCT1rGLc8UNyxJehUEa3e34bzc13l2qczXo4WZt20G-662rUPzzkLr4rwZwtGxkHjwv3uPQ/s400/poop_pottie.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">hooray! thumbs up for the pottie!</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sorry to disappoint but there will not be any poo photos to complement this entry. so how was your poo today?</span></p><p> </p>horchykinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14161972769057236835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418992841251832875.post-18314588334573739792008-05-11T22:07:00.000-07:002008-05-11T23:06:24.424-07:00happy mother's day<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">to all the moms, new and not so new, grandmom's, dog moms, cat moms and all the other moms i've missed, "happy mother's day". </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">it started like any other sunday, that being lazy, just the way i like it. it was quietly celebrated with flowers, eggs benny and my two favourite boys. </span><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199360037857609698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBQlS4fJ9e8STVYPvs5w0XjEkn4en7clw2DWrjUoLzIZ2D81M64Ai5PHYic-soQWiWGPFc77jdM-0wQVkG4Oc1Fj08GqeKMoXqxP7YFY5kizTav0wm6p0A47L4Ct9m2k81PFi9_VZ4RLc/s400/mother's+day_mom+and+son.jpg" border="0" /></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">thank you, conrad, you make my job so easy.</span><br /></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199360274080810994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrAK7azYFUImspzLb7xwwVvj-yfHVLObbNxD9qH_D7S08YgBGr5HU9QmUeDLJ0XUTovhjr1m70pGOORR8AoWRivMBNL1o3mAq7_VinFEX1KC-vTdGnGwgO-Suw7KCOkvV1QoOI_9CHvbY/s400/mother's+day_benny.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">mmm...eggs benny. most delectable.</span><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199360286965712898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnbOUpNfUtwrrOVwX1kXIB3tVa7ukuqvdN_-l3BgU_j3KElfKN3zhSVZ_bz1naW_gbu_bBpOrapi5JBX25ZW07usSEXwllklhrym9ke7n-D67q4FBHnLW7Scp6sTc7kgUW3DzRmKiAxU4/s400/mother's+day_benny+gone.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">it's shameful really, but i licked the plate clean. that's one of the perks about dining at chez horchy's. it is not frowned upon here, in fact, it's encouraged.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">my wee little boy seems to have caught his first stuffy nose. his poor nose is a bit chapped but he is otherwise in good spirits. it was only a matter of time before he'd catch something but we've been very lucky that this is his first and it really doesn't seem to bother him. the timing could have been a bit better as well because we're leaving for las vegas on sunday (ka-ching! mama needs a new pair of shoes!) so hopefully - everybody cross your fingers - he'll be better by then.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">so i'm signing off this special mother's day post with my little ham. i hope your day was as special as mine.</span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199368361504229394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp-f3rHsY4fPIiTqYZngYHX4DvaprVLdZSSsIPEXgTQGjeEiJxj2NXgZKCPiZXalcOt9f8uuBWNA8b0LiEhwKgo0_qKVjfSxEXorhegdrLDiq_A8iSoUCe4gAbJXj65eQFIbU5s769KIY/s400/mother's+day_big+ham.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="left"></p><br /><p align="left"></p>horchykinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14161972769057236835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418992841251832875.post-83608338531619422102008-05-07T00:27:00.000-07:002008-05-07T14:36:50.588-07:00hiatus<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sorry, folks. it indeed has been awhile since my last post and trust me, i've been meaning to post but you know how goes but after some razzing, here it is, the much needed post. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />for the last month or two there has been some talk about the <a href="http://www.mommiesonmain.com/">'mommies on main' </a>show, a fair that showcases items made by moms for moms and babies. so there were a few of us that had a serious interest about renting a table to show our wares but. there is always a but. but, this is a juried show meaning our wares would have to get selected in order for us to actually show them. that put the fear right into me; the fear of failure, the fear of rejection, so i did what i do best, procrastinate (hence the lack of blogs entries as well) but thanks to some level-headed people in my life i put my rear into gear, made a prototype for my mobile idea and submitted our application, with two days to spare from the april 30th deadline. the decision was bittersweet, of the three items we submitted only my mobiles was selected for the show. i am saddened that i will not be able to share this triumphant moment with my pals and really, it should be a great moment but now i feel failure and rejection is a real possibility as i get ready to display my ideas of creativity to the public to openly critique, good or bad. nonetheless, this is a chance that i am grateful for so you can find me and my mobiles at the 'mommies on main' show on july 12 and 13 at the heritage hall on main street.</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWNV2jv3DSDbJ8T9ZlnzgSLAQs0aKSaQWAwaVj2MoaNzwH6bn3G0vo-RNfgSbrFs-JR-ZBmOXkDgn1F3D9STdfJ6_SOPzNfESZFZOGThJw2AnJlw8X4QFm97deNCe-_eqik3u1a5hemjY/s1600-h/hiatus_mobile.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197536481597829506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWNV2jv3DSDbJ8T9ZlnzgSLAQs0aKSaQWAwaVj2MoaNzwH6bn3G0vo-RNfgSbrFs-JR-ZBmOXkDgn1F3D9STdfJ6_SOPzNfESZFZOGThJw2AnJlw8X4QFm97deNCe-_eqik3u1a5hemjY/s400/hiatus_mobile.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-JFVb7nYLRGtEA4rjeTOr10rvpXzU4zJlAeB6EgPV6dvw0LD_BpRZrJaa5LgivpjeQFdth__8RJXCNYEA4oBYjoWD7JzTIouzdVyAuh0BgsMRKrdXWUBVQRcJSnt7joSyGKVHcWIZEkM/s1600-h/hiatus_mobile+detail.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197536485892796818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-JFVb7nYLRGtEA4rjeTOr10rvpXzU4zJlAeB6EgPV6dvw0LD_BpRZrJaa5LgivpjeQFdth__8RJXCNYEA4oBYjoWD7JzTIouzdVyAuh0BgsMRKrdXWUBVQRcJSnt7joSyGKVHcWIZEkM/s400/hiatus_mobile+detail.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">one of my mobile ideas. more to come.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">well, enough about me. my baby, my baby conrad. he is so close to crawling and when he does i'll be in trouble. he is able to push himself backwards when he's on his tummy on the laminate flooring but the little monster gets frustrated when he's on the carpet because it's a little harder to get around. and when he's backed himself into a corner he'll just continue pushing until he tires himself out and cries out for help. </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">he is so damn cute and i can hardly stand it. he melts my heart when he giggles and when he rests his head on my shoulder when he's tired and when he pulls my glasses all the way down my nose. his hair is growing lots but i don't see any curls yet except once with i think it was more of a cowlick. his weight is slowing down now since being on the move, you can see his neck now and soon, i'm told, his rolls will disappear and he will become a little boy instead of my baby. it's true when they say 'time flies when you're having fun' because i'm having the time of my life.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJLr9uDrXMR35kKjpWfFNlfT5WR-6PJb91xNWXQFPS1nzyxdnbrPevnvTMh2SXY0kkNMjZw22IG8rAVgm91nMxuUy4m1_2Uh7Of0vBddZOA6KgES_PiF-FqzL6ncpXsA1lYh67suIedCo/s1600-h/hiatus_slide.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197535991971557730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJLr9uDrXMR35kKjpWfFNlfT5WR-6PJb91xNWXQFPS1nzyxdnbrPevnvTMh2SXY0kkNMjZw22IG8rAVgm91nMxuUy4m1_2Uh7Of0vBddZOA6KgES_PiF-FqzL6ncpXsA1lYh67suIedCo/s400/hiatus_slide.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">one of our favourite places. </span></div><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6h1SHE3iVdMaTt3ApkCUxYPGhhOkUWPnFEuEsMwDYGVi3GfY4lx21JOm1t1uISACheL_H97PMp2uZA1zJvscYKqQfLzgqYL1lrOt8Rp1K-cQxB4GrV2pNiW8_p4jXvdFToWC5T8wvCGw/s1600-h/hiatus_whale.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197535996266525042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6h1SHE3iVdMaTt3ApkCUxYPGhhOkUWPnFEuEsMwDYGVi3GfY4lx21JOm1t1uISACheL_H97PMp2uZA1zJvscYKqQfLzgqYL1lrOt8Rp1K-cQxB4GrV2pNiW8_p4jXvdFToWC5T8wvCGw/s400/hiatus_whale.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">they don't make them like they used to. this little whale is made of all metal, brings me back, way back.</span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197535369201299762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQt7GNPjUSYCbCsTiBgOLn6g9UVni9rn5G-1XIrLazLJGaeghEmgF1BSlVjQoiF4q_KYRhyphenhyphen0gM4N6o1d3VaGFgOMPtlZ1_VIWmQoMZpBRgslMoX5g8bRU9xJwEFMstP6o50MdeOds9EPg/s400/hiatus_cowlick.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">see his little cowlick? keep your fingers crossed, maybe he'll be like his mom.</span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197535678438945090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtV3zsuiC7KA4ak4WjgN8foGMcK3mzeCHonHKc1RkiyveDgRBfZHQH24u8KKwJ5N-9sUuWN5cPdC8OCUkdoG_sUw4XBAHnGNZ3aQlzPsN9WdheZ7OmICwcqBYzk3pzkgT4jDR7Z4ZSqoo/s400/hiatus_handprint+on+forehead.jpg" border="0" /></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">this one is for fun. the silly boy slept on his hand.</span></div><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi75ck2KL6VVh306ekU76Fv18Lqrzst6pE37NuL-_6H5dkT45zQKhBDY1Q1qUpkxsByOwhvl2aI9a58J3xaL3MXpkGe4cNa9NuEVBO6eyEY-C2cxwCHW2zTnxaxOqyFe31OwZTGkk6giEA/s1600-h/hiatus_hanging+on+the+deck.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197535678438945106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi75ck2KL6VVh306ekU76Fv18Lqrzst6pE37NuL-_6H5dkT45zQKhBDY1Q1qUpkxsByOwhvl2aI9a58J3xaL3MXpkGe4cNa9NuEVBO6eyEY-C2cxwCHW2zTnxaxOqyFe31OwZTGkk6giEA/s400/hiatus_hanging+on+the+deck.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> it's so nice that it's finally getting warm around here. there will be many more days hanging on deck.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">thanks, linds, for holding yet another mama/baby day. good treats, good friends, good babies and good fun.</span></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5zS8NZ1vC7QVrWugKYojJ8YhQjCHNGre3siTMBUwKb-SMC80PjLL5nVcZO1Ay_cDXVwoBevNRqI8JlMJTc_dbPtQLyMDqmuMUMDLoD-EiN8BpxAQB7VyPwR4m_zta-uK2rpQDxehRPBI/s1600-h/hiatus_conrad+and+curtain.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197535369201299746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5zS8NZ1vC7QVrWugKYojJ8YhQjCHNGre3siTMBUwKb-SMC80PjLL5nVcZO1Ay_cDXVwoBevNRqI8JlMJTc_dbPtQLyMDqmuMUMDLoD-EiN8BpxAQB7VyPwR4m_zta-uK2rpQDxehRPBI/s400/hiatus_conrad+and+curtain.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> peek-a-boo!</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuXDNIoujT512XkSrn_lRvddLqJQssjg2QoeoqE6Yz2WL45qx8x2HxVLFqljVFJtmOhyftinr9rICb77TqTMJQvfYA1mHHgbA1tyKUSe0JnZA0BlyrGYYKfTnhh78uZkuFyIxNboy5_-k/s1600-h/hiatus_christina+and+dayton.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197534982654243090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuXDNIoujT512XkSrn_lRvddLqJQssjg2QoeoqE6Yz2WL45qx8x2HxVLFqljVFJtmOhyftinr9rICb77TqTMJQvfYA1mHHgbA1tyKUSe0JnZA0BlyrGYYKfTnhh78uZkuFyIxNboy5_-k/s400/hiatus_christina+and+dayton.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">glad you're feeling better, dayton*. </span></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRYOmtI-yKID_YChNDuKVOHxsTXf8191WKZQQaw48ELAPaDYEKTX6XoCS5rS-dYrExavlkidksyGmrZ8s4U9B9IcvRz5PhR_9QsD-ythVq8bL0JVGDYrpnCqgRT5tu8cZgP6wd_pSWBPQ/s1600-h/hiatus_addie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197534626171957506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRYOmtI-yKID_YChNDuKVOHxsTXf8191WKZQQaw48ELAPaDYEKTX6XoCS5rS-dYrExavlkidksyGmrZ8s4U9B9IcvRz5PhR_9QsD-ythVq8bL0JVGDYrpnCqgRT5tu8cZgP6wd_pSWBPQ/s400/hiatus_addie.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">2 boys, 1 gal. you lucky thing.</span> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">*sorry, dayton, for the previous mis-spellings of your name! don't worry, i get it all the time too.</span><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div>horchykinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14161972769057236835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418992841251832875.post-48001495752021573062008-04-17T12:59:00.000-07:002008-04-17T13:18:13.875-07:00your help is needed<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">to all our loyal blog readers, friends, family and neighbours, please keep you eyes peeled for our beloved sophie. see the missing poster below for details on her disappearance.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdwJTYlNYvp1LwksTG5BO7iCelZcn5zrqGTkZsowfSh2o9TUzQ_-vTN26eHno6BQ_TQ5TBMWXXq_CdhY8zR0qJU50Bc8VEliVrMyxZ-nlDqx-apCdqKYo3FsA7tgdrgpoVg0h-yJdRmJs/s1600-h/missing_sophie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190309305658227810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdwJTYlNYvp1LwksTG5BO7iCelZcn5zrqGTkZsowfSh2o9TUzQ_-vTN26eHno6BQ_TQ5TBMWXXq_CdhY8zR0qJU50Bc8VEliVrMyxZ-nlDqx-apCdqKYo3FsA7tgdrgpoVg0h-yJdRmJs/s400/missing_sophie.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>horchykinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14161972769057236835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418992841251832875.post-3224784596184250762008-04-15T14:36:00.001-07:002008-04-15T15:44:23.590-07:00clap clap!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">i am so lucky to have this little boy in my life. over the weekend he showed us how to clap. our baby is clapping! he's growing up too quickly and there is no pause button. it seems so long ago that he starting grabbing and holding things. clapping seems so wild. and this little monster has an appetite to match. i'm so delighted when he enjoys that foods that we give him...yams and squash and carrots, bananas, apples and broccoli...and that's only the tip of the iceberg. i can't wait when we can feed him off our plates. introducing new foods for allergies is so tedious. and it won't be very long now until my plump prince starts crawling, then we'll be in trouble but for now, we're in the clear. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">enjoy the clapping.</span><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyTyZH4cLwct7ni6SQkZd4sltKQjniXTjYW8reebPrk5kpZ69NARTuJwzglWC6egjGx27fZ9y_LfAdx6ZAUFg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ITONZS2H5qsSmr2Dlc5u-JzVCV4GuBQQ3H_ZavMm0CSqJ0SR1cDKrmAVVYK-y65t9BuvMf8-VbkWCodyUVsvXfz7diBAJTWPPmMaEBrlDbMIfwBVqbULB6TUyH-pZfOXqL645LRAXd0/s1600-h/clap_on+your+marks.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189589722542488658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ITONZS2H5qsSmr2Dlc5u-JzVCV4GuBQQ3H_ZavMm0CSqJ0SR1cDKrmAVVYK-y65t9BuvMf8-VbkWCodyUVsvXfz7diBAJTWPPmMaEBrlDbMIfwBVqbULB6TUyH-pZfOXqL645LRAXd0/s400/clap_on+your+marks.jpg" border="0" /></a> on your marks!<br /><br /><br /></div>horchykinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14161972769057236835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418992841251832875.post-81892346081993333062008-04-09T10:53:00.000-07:002008-04-09T11:29:03.760-07:00what a week and a half<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">i can't believe it's already been a week since calgary...and boy, it was a real close call with the bear at the zoo. since we've been home we've had a very yummy birthday dinner (thank you, DLF), a super babies play date, a pampered chef party, found a prospective buyer for our dear old penelope, flea marketing in west van and some good z's inbetween. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />what do you call roast beef, yorkshire pudding, mashed yams, corn on the cob, broccoli and cauliflower in cheese sauce and roast potatoes? a kick ass dinner is what you call it. we would have been happy with kraft dinner jazzed up with wieners and broccoli but roast beef with with all the fixin's! you guys are too good to us!<br /><br />and what a play date this one was, four girls, three boys and twins! all the babies were so good, no crying or fussing. and it was finally nice to meet you little fallon. i say this everytime but i just can't believe how small newborns are because our little monster must be closing in on 20lbs. conrad had an extra long morning nap so we arrived for the festivites a bit late and because we were having such a great time we skipped our first music class! oh, well, it was worth it! check out some the of the baby action.</span><br /></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187306226851323954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnjFGPk8Azm_hYi_-6Uaxlxyyuu8XCwzHJ6LO2_cGbO797qhJzCVYgCQ83XzseR8qhGwgBtxg2rdoVv5YPnnvCCXhVflBMP06By6hFE1rsLraG_B5jmAW6W1-GnSSpQiytoe0uM5oGCI8/s400/what_a_week_baby+mayhem+1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">wee little angels...</span></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187306231146291266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjvIGov0BIOFlN0Wyw1E7hLSvjszEWHfdR3K7knbydoeQlUFMkaoKAbF59XLBBxguE6UmOH7e0ilv1uM88o8hIAAqmERBDM3ty_-Lza7lqCB3F16ZxPaCsFd9p-zCwpP9-aiQ6HuTt3c0/s400/what_a_week_baby+mayhem+2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> uh oh, baby mayhem</span> </div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187307038600142946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjETEsaqFo79R4IMaRaPAvK81zcYDRGOSQ7IqXG2ToMx8a_vRT8wbS81sIk4XqvwN2UPJaaRrIS33ejjU1vxKwCCnGLk_4oQqZrvMWYM_4MLLRGL2yl7ZgB28UA6_geLg9WRbOS5zbCktI/s400/what_a_week_fallon.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">phew, good thing fallon was on the other side or else she could've been crushed by the little rabble-rousers!</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGFiyUzx7iGXj6_QAZOyQVrKn2gvFLQAjmedHNUgSeg1_63VFPKNJbcAS_7Oa1v9-zaIidTf31nCYefBPJJe9lRiwCsiRZLTB9Ti3FSCY8NBMoMvX3FSMntT-90OLNiaMFaa3h6gYUwos/s1600-h/what_a_week_prom+king+and+queen.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187310612012933314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGFiyUzx7iGXj6_QAZOyQVrKn2gvFLQAjmedHNUgSeg1_63VFPKNJbcAS_7Oa1v9-zaIidTf31nCYefBPJJe9lRiwCsiRZLTB9Ti3FSCY8NBMoMvX3FSMntT-90OLNiaMFaa3h6gYUwos/s400/what_a_week_prom+king+and+queen.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">deighton and addie get my vote for prom king and queen!</span><br /></p><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187308632033009810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqasyp7v2vWU1B5iiI1sReKuP7BCxyEmxwdq4fFny_8MSw6GjIOjbjdz9MPPWroPXhBif21Nn1mLr-dHLkExGNW8N3JDrBXFwX83AMzGc_evXMcWJnw9dCwRJziE7eTkpWajFGhdCkd9Y/s400/what_a_week_little+fallon.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">nice to meet you, fallon!</span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb9IFDfs1_pvu0ENiIZnUnUgDIphowLedH-t8rcyIIunh-M4ZQTS6-0OGzhVyUVrCnhiYr83AOUfMwa5EEQejtrDjfR6TKeyLnGRK4Liv5ii-3GT9c_JiBDWxU1Uz0aOg5CtCcBFg3GLY/s1600-h/what_a_week_marley.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187308632033009826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb9IFDfs1_pvu0ENiIZnUnUgDIphowLedH-t8rcyIIunh-M4ZQTS6-0OGzhVyUVrCnhiYr83AOUfMwa5EEQejtrDjfR6TKeyLnGRK4Liv5ii-3GT9c_JiBDWxU1Uz0aOg5CtCcBFg3GLY/s400/what_a_week_marley.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">marley, you're such a cutie!</span></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187307936248307842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLjhtUL22HoP9hE9SwitfH1ts3_J8LB0Y0CjeZ4PFo0ZkZp7njYcU5wfIVG4sUeIfEzKrnTP9iJ_XM53yUttF5xO8oU9f-E0KQlrf9n2ix9DuddRZQilS2nd_WqKQ1TOnLCK5JXO-xpA8/s400/what_a_week_fraser.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and fraser too!</span> </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187307038600142930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDJuRPNtg6U45q29rFr4Jk38rKVV8OZNl9gbXoJsh_UXC3ZQtO1Xm2fzKtSXiRirp3v_lmQx5bd0gNf2J76ODAb4KQdOVEKjGqRdvyGTU2-lcF7bixS6JEzNJA8YO-DPl49VFQAyRkMHQ/s400/what_a_week_ella+and+conrad.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ella: stop being the exersaucer hog, conrad!</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">conrad: sorry, dollface, i don't have one at home so you're gonna have to wait your turn!</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187307931953340530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpfaI3_JV7CvnxYL8l-ThBeeE5n3zgCoEEXbo0VHRBenbApjyFSh8LqzfurgzXV6evTlKH-nIpsSiQY-xxAGYkV61cbXRRH00Bcw8luVJocB907iGYOYsgw9EDmxwqCG3XA_Xp2zzdNac/s400/what_a_week_flea+marketing.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">a flea market find<br /></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187310607717966002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ1iBJ7rVTb2LaXUnmSaLmkCVwO_Z_M8GTK48SgMZEsnHOjkvgVGF3NZKX7otqhlq4Xx3HLtGWMaCGYboXAAhFpibQD2W4etTwtAR1Y7GIYQC3j1uXYNfYAdH_ESbOKhc921jIfW5SX10/s400/what_a_week_naomi+and+max.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">a visit from the mepham's, max you are so big!</span><br /></p>horchykinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14161972769057236835noreply@blogger.com1