tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13893199393762964332024-03-13T13:57:17.889-04:00The McGann FamilyUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger238125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389319939376296433.post-29274037760412269692011-06-19T21:37:00.005-04:002011-06-19T21:51:36.052-04:00Father's Day 2011<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-woLP8-YTAeg/Tf6nPFS_daI/AAAAAAAACKI/cRlt3BHdnc4/s1600/06%2B19%2B11%2B004.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620113262566667682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-woLP8-YTAeg/Tf6nPFS_daI/AAAAAAAACKI/cRlt3BHdnc4/s400/06%2B19%2B11%2B004.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BDsNCW9VgPo/Tf6nO7jWZJI/AAAAAAAACKA/3CATqlocVa0/s1600/06%2B19%2B11%2B009.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620113259950924946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BDsNCW9VgPo/Tf6nO7jWZJI/AAAAAAAACKA/3CATqlocVa0/s400/06%2B19%2B11%2B009.JPG" /></a><br />On our way to the Annual Father's day Diner trip!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YSSo7ycQ4Kw/Tf6mo7aFuXI/AAAAAAAACJ4/nuOnPLXxHII/s1600/06%2B19%2B11%2B025.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620112607077054834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YSSo7ycQ4Kw/Tf6mo7aFuXI/AAAAAAAACJ4/nuOnPLXxHII/s400/06%2B19%2B11%2B025.JPG" /></a><br />Waiting for her pancakes!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ahHjQEAKw_k/Tf6mobDInlI/AAAAAAAACJw/VfNy1zkECE4/s1600/06%2B19%2B11%2B037.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620112598390840914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ahHjQEAKw_k/Tf6mobDInlI/AAAAAAAACJw/VfNy1zkECE4/s400/06%2B19%2B11%2B037.JPG" /></a><br />Love this scrappy kid and his milk!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAtUysWrEMs/Tf6mOKX0_hI/AAAAAAAACJo/h0ZaxKymy60/s1600/06%2B19%2B11%2B050.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620112147237633554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAtUysWrEMs/Tf6mOKX0_hI/AAAAAAAACJo/h0ZaxKymy60/s400/06%2B19%2B11%2B050.JPG" /></a><br />He was taking my picture!!!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Happy Father's day Brian. We love you and apprecaite what an amazing father you are!</div></div></div></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11906207905636981622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389319939376296433.post-75376849717767972852011-06-11T20:33:00.002-04:002011-06-11T20:36:15.257-04:00Smiles or Freckles...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ctLv2A60rak/TfQJzBxsVII/AAAAAAAACJg/z3CsAH3x5gY/s1600/06%2B11%2B11%2B007.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617125407492691074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ctLv2A60rak/TfQJzBxsVII/AAAAAAAACJg/z3CsAH3x5gY/s400/06%2B11%2B11%2B007.JPG" /></a><br />Can't be sure what I like more. xoxo Stella!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11906207905636981622noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389319939376296433.post-54127137185838657542011-06-08T11:12:00.002-04:002011-06-08T11:14:11.539-04:00Stella is a flower!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZXB39OweYQ/Te-RjCJAhTI/AAAAAAAACJY/Y8gxCeZFuRQ/s1600/Stella%2BSchool%2Bflower%2B611.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 377px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615867291410400562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZXB39OweYQ/Te-RjCJAhTI/AAAAAAAACJY/Y8gxCeZFuRQ/s400/Stella%2BSchool%2Bflower%2B611.jpg" /></a><br />She has always been my sunshine but now she is a flower too!!!! I love this kid. Click on pic to see larger.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11906207905636981622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389319939376296433.post-7600966943152937562011-01-15T18:11:00.007-05:002011-01-25T19:02:01.633-05:00Saturday in the snowThis has been the snowiest and coldest winter that we have experienced in NJ. Cabin fever is kicking in for all of us. Especially after the holidays and the down that comes with that sometimes. So after this most recent 'storm' I bundled the kids up and we went to our favorite park, Sayen Gardens. We were the only ones there and were greeted with the sweet quiet that only a blanket of snow can provide. It was broken up with the familiar sound of snow crunching under our feet, instantly bringing back the memories of each winter before. Remember wearing breadbags in your boots to keep your feet dry? Anyway, Brian pulled the kids on our cheap sled and they couldn't have been happier. Well, they actually did get a little happier after we left and went to a hill near our house for some real sledding! They loved it and I was just bummed my camera battery had died before I got pics of them flying down the hill. Here are a few shots I did get though. It was a nice day.<br /> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TT9hY7xV5mI/AAAAAAAACJA/Ixmlx5-J4jE/s1600/01%2B15%2B11%2Bsledding%2B001.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566274745442625122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TT9hY7xV5mI/AAAAAAAACJA/Ixmlx5-J4jE/s400/01%2B15%2B11%2Bsledding%2B001.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TT9hEwFdgLI/AAAAAAAACI4/vfn-tdjAppE/s1600/01%2B15%2B11%2Bsledding%2B018%2Ben1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566274398708400306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TT9hEwFdgLI/AAAAAAAACI4/vfn-tdjAppE/s400/01%2B15%2B11%2Bsledding%2B018%2Ben1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TT9gOcyHTnI/AAAAAAAACIw/Dn_aBxdMRoE/s1600/01%2B15%2B11%2Bsledding%2B021.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566273465814044274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TT9gOcyHTnI/AAAAAAAACIw/Dn_aBxdMRoE/s400/01%2B15%2B11%2Bsledding%2B021.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TT9eea9y93I/AAAAAAAACIo/VqZ9jX-3p7k/s1600/01%2B15%2B11%2Bsledding%2B029.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566271541180823410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TT9eea9y93I/AAAAAAAACIo/VqZ9jX-3p7k/s400/01%2B15%2B11%2Bsledding%2B029.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TT9eeETAH4I/AAAAAAAACIg/8c_KMQoV8jE/s1600/01%2B15%2B11%2Bsledding%2B035%2Ben1%2Bbw.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566271535095750530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TT9eeETAH4I/AAAAAAAACIg/8c_KMQoV8jE/s400/01%2B15%2B11%2Bsledding%2B035%2Ben1%2Bbw.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TT9ahW1oGpI/AAAAAAAACIY/3l6RizOA0Ys/s1600/01%2B15%2B11%2Bsledding%2B042.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566267193565911698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TT9ahW1oGpI/AAAAAAAACIY/3l6RizOA0Ys/s400/01%2B15%2B11%2Bsledding%2B042.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TT9ahCvmcFI/AAAAAAAACIQ/QzVV2GtTXzE/s1600/01%2B15%2B11%2Bsledding%2B045.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566267188171927634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TT9ahCvmcFI/AAAAAAAACIQ/QzVV2GtTXzE/s400/01%2B15%2B11%2Bsledding%2B045.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TT9ZI1jDfcI/AAAAAAAACII/nGhV-bG8urE/s1600/01%2B15%2B11%2Bsledding%2B046%2Ben1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566265672801156546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TT9ZI1jDfcI/AAAAAAAACII/nGhV-bG8urE/s400/01%2B15%2B11%2Bsledding%2B046%2Ben1.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TT9ZInSNvUI/AAAAAAAACIA/d_4O1pDs8Z4/s1600/01%2B15%2B11%2Bsledding%2B052.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566265668972428610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TT9ZInSNvUI/AAAAAAAACIA/d_4O1pDs8Z4/s400/01%2B15%2B11%2Bsledding%2B052.JPG" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11906207905636981622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389319939376296433.post-38304519462848045712011-01-07T20:59:00.001-05:002011-01-23T21:12:24.471-05:00The Best Part of Making Brownies.....<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TTzfaYFSJcI/AAAAAAAACH4/yJ7iZrCaL_Y/s1600/01%2B07%2B11%2B007.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565568883757295042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TTzfaYFSJcI/AAAAAAAACH4/yJ7iZrCaL_Y/s400/01%2B07%2B11%2B007.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TTzfZ3lb5uI/AAAAAAAACHw/Lrq5shF6KH4/s1600/01%2B07%2B11%2B014.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565568875033781986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TTzfZ3lb5uI/AAAAAAAACHw/Lrq5shF6KH4/s400/01%2B07%2B11%2B014.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TTzeyXXYj1I/AAAAAAAACHo/NjuvPhabRh4/s1600/01%2B07%2B11%2B082.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565568196370009938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TTzeyXXYj1I/AAAAAAAACHo/NjuvPhabRh4/s400/01%2B07%2B11%2B082.jpg" /></a> </div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TTzeyO_KX0I/AAAAAAAACHg/HDNGDSt1Tgw/s1600/01%2B07%2B11%2B091.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565568194120933186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TTzeyO_KX0I/AAAAAAAACHg/HDNGDSt1Tgw/s400/01%2B07%2B11%2B091.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TTzeOyWSYuI/AAAAAAAACHY/1zRN10A8lhs/s1600/01%2B07%2B11%2B126.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565567585137877730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TTzeOyWSYuI/AAAAAAAACHY/1zRN10A8lhs/s400/01%2B07%2B11%2B126.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TTzeOWQOcvI/AAAAAAAACHQ/i-pgUhGlhBw/s1600/01%2B07%2B11%2B179%2Ben1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565567577596261106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TTzeOWQOcvI/AAAAAAAACHQ/i-pgUhGlhBw/s400/01%2B07%2B11%2B179%2Ben1.jpg" /></a><br />I love the teamwork approach they have here!<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TTzdv-mVXpI/AAAAAAAACHI/MxK0X9reFj4/s1600/01%2B07%2B11%2B190.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565567055850462866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TTzdv-mVXpI/AAAAAAAACHI/MxK0X9reFj4/s400/01%2B07%2B11%2B190.jpg" /></a><br />Clean up is my personal favorite....there was brownie on the doors, walls, floors, behind the ears! You name it there was browing on it....but it was fun!</div></div></div></div></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11906207905636981622noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389319939376296433.post-2219513758350132762011-01-06T20:48:00.004-05:002011-01-06T20:59:09.095-05:00Stella goes to the Dentist!Stella had her first trip to the dentist today! I was so stinking proud of this kid as she bopped through the office and hopped into the chair telling the dr and hygenist all about her friend Chino (the little dog I let her bring along) and answer questions about school and her teeth. I was totally the beaming mom as I saw the other staffers smiling at her and saying how cute she was and what a good girl she was....as if she was the only good girl on the planet. So silly I know but I couldn't help it. Aunt Debbie would be proud that her teeth looked great and she giggled while they cleaned them. <div><div><div>Here are a few pics I got with my cell phone....I love how big the bib looks on her.</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSZydi4xwdI/AAAAAAAACGw/v4UhYZhlKQc/s1600/IMAG0306%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559256641942176210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSZydi4xwdI/AAAAAAAACGw/v4UhYZhlKQc/s400/IMAG0306%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSZyeFzljuI/AAAAAAAACG4/FUMyAikRPSA/s1600/IMAG0307%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559256651315646178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSZyeFzljuI/AAAAAAAACG4/FUMyAikRPSA/s400/IMAG0307%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSZyecdYLHI/AAAAAAAACHA/crmcgCCMSFA/s1600/IMAG0309%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559256657396509810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSZyecdYLHI/AAAAAAAACHA/crmcgCCMSFA/s400/IMAG0309%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a></div></div></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11906207905636981622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389319939376296433.post-39078063280888628552011-01-01T19:47:00.002-05:002011-01-05T19:05:11.602-05:00Happy New Year!We were so happy to get to see Mike, Rosana, Declan and Jim over the holidays. We didn't think it would happen after the snow storm but on New Year's eve day we went out to Jim's new home in Atlantic Highlands and had a wonderful time. Mike, Rosana and Declan had taken the train from the city along with Rosana's mom so we could all connect. I love seeing our little ones together and hope they will be good friends in the years to come. Jim's house is amazing and it was just a great day and time together. Thanks to all of them for making it happen and giving Stella one more chocolate cake....I think she had 4 mini parties to celebrate turning 4. TeeHee.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSPQc-DH8nI/AAAAAAAACGo/VnkWZfeU4_4/s1600/12%2B31%2B10%2B009.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558515561216340594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSPQc-DH8nI/AAAAAAAACGo/VnkWZfeU4_4/s400/12%2B31%2B10%2B009.JPG" /></a><br />The Mini McGann Men catching up.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSPQcuw9NFI/AAAAAAAACGg/Zu1xJdYpxhQ/s1600/12%2B31%2B10%2B014.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558515557113607250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSPQcuw9NFI/AAAAAAAACGg/Zu1xJdYpxhQ/s400/12%2B31%2B10%2B014.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Declan warming up to the camera or me or both.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSPQcJPIEPI/AAAAAAAACGY/-AkwZ--D40g/s1600/12%2B31%2B10%2B021.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558515547039600882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSPQcJPIEPI/AAAAAAAACGY/-AkwZ--D40g/s400/12%2B31%2B10%2B021.JPG" /></a><br />I love that Jim is happy to get on the floor and play with the kids...or let them climb on his furniture! Thanks Uncle Jim.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSPPlHQPO1I/AAAAAAAACGQ/D9I4z5GzX90/s1600/12%2B31%2B10%2B034%2Bdk%2Bback.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558514601614588754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSPPlHQPO1I/AAAAAAAACGQ/D9I4z5GzX90/s400/12%2B31%2B10%2B034%2Bdk%2Bback.jpg" /></a><br />My new favorite shot of Stella. She is so pretty!<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSPPSQhfA_I/AAAAAAAACGI/NpeoXm5H8QU/s1600/12%2B31%2B10%2B039.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558514277685330930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSPPSQhfA_I/AAAAAAAACGI/NpeoXm5H8QU/s400/12%2B31%2B10%2B039.JPG" /></a></div><div>Declan making tracks!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSPPR9cONiI/AAAAAAAACGA/Q50Vn2COud4/s1600/12%2B31%2B10%2B044.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558514272562984482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSPPR9cONiI/AAAAAAAACGA/Q50Vn2COud4/s400/12%2B31%2B10%2B044.JPG" /></a><br />The ADORABLE cake Jim and Jose got for Stella B!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSPM843y5_I/AAAAAAAACF4/OBCt-iRl9wo/s1600/12%2B31%2B10%2B057.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558511711535949810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSPM843y5_I/AAAAAAAACF4/OBCt-iRl9wo/s400/12%2B31%2B10%2B057.JPG" /></a><br />Jacob is trying to be patient while Jim cuts the cake.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSPM8ZIDd1I/AAAAAAAACFw/DqI3O3k8ipU/s1600/12%2B31%2B10%2B067.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558511703014209362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSPM8ZIDd1I/AAAAAAAACFw/DqI3O3k8ipU/s400/12%2B31%2B10%2B067.JPG" /></a></div><div><div>Declan eating....<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSPM7xIEMsI/AAAAAAAACFo/lPZjJ63j2M0/s1600/12%2B31%2B10%2B075.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558511692276839106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSPM7xIEMsI/AAAAAAAACFo/lPZjJ63j2M0/s400/12%2B31%2B10%2B075.JPG" /></a><br />Jacob inhaling.....<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSPMVcVy75I/AAAAAAAACFg/6CQ9sGzXMzI/s1600/12%2B31%2B10%2B079.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558511033862254482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSPMVcVy75I/AAAAAAAACFg/6CQ9sGzXMzI/s400/12%2B31%2B10%2B079.JPG" /></a><br />Stella LOVING her last piece of Chocolate cake for 2010<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSPMVIsjJEI/AAAAAAAACFY/p4F3LzvUjGY/s1600/12%2B31%2B10%2B089.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558511028588979266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSPMVIsjJEI/AAAAAAAACFY/p4F3LzvUjGY/s400/12%2B31%2B10%2B089.JPG" /></a></div><div>The Mini McGanns are ready to party!</div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSPMUs012lI/AAAAAAAACFQ/0uZKZ12vehk/s1600/12%2B31%2B10%2B095.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558511021107567186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSPMUs012lI/AAAAAAAACFQ/0uZKZ12vehk/s400/12%2B31%2B10%2B095.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSPGy7McAfI/AAAAAAAACFI/5hXS6-2TiNo/s1600/12%2B31%2B10%2B103.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558504943290941938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSPGy7McAfI/AAAAAAAACFI/5hXS6-2TiNo/s400/12%2B31%2B10%2B103.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSPGyv641KI/AAAAAAAACFA/xrLwKPtvudE/s1600/12%2B31%2B10%2B118.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558504940264543394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSPGyv641KI/AAAAAAAACFA/xrLwKPtvudE/s400/12%2B31%2B10%2B118.JPG" /></a> </div><div>Declan and Jose</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSPGyOn2YPI/AAAAAAAACE4/t1YFCuvmq_o/s1600/12%2B31%2B10%2B128.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558504931326320882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSPGyOn2YPI/AAAAAAAACE4/t1YFCuvmq_o/s400/12%2B31%2B10%2B128.JPG" /></a> </div><div>The boys, Jacob, Brian, Jim, Mike, Declan and Jose</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSPD_YP8V7I/AAAAAAAACEw/546gwGYEJFo/s1600/12%2B31%2B10%2B143.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558501858713819058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TSPD_YP8V7I/AAAAAAAACEw/546gwGYEJFo/s400/12%2B31%2B10%2B143.JPG" /></a><br />The Girls, Stella, Mommy, Rosana and her mom Phyllis</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11906207905636981622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389319939376296433.post-18814801737401033772010-12-15T21:26:00.001-05:002010-12-16T21:52:09.474-05:00Stella's Christmas Show Pics<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TQrOykAMuuI/AAAAAAAACEY/j3FueGt_EAk/s1600/12%2B15%2B10%2B007.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551476858740849378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TQrOykAMuuI/AAAAAAAACEY/j3FueGt_EAk/s400/12%2B15%2B10%2B007.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Right in front in black just left of center.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TQrOIo-zGxI/AAAAAAAACEI/333XFAlK6As/s1600/12%2B15%2B10%2B021.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551476138522647314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TQrOIo-zGxI/AAAAAAAACEI/333XFAlK6As/s400/12%2B15%2B10%2B021.JPG" /></a> </div><div>Pretty girl!</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TQrOyMI3udI/AAAAAAAACEQ/kHi2aP3vVmI/s1600/12%2B15%2B10%2B017.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551476852334770642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TQrOyMI3udI/AAAAAAAACEQ/kHi2aP3vVmI/s400/12%2B15%2B10%2B017.JPG" /></a><br />Stella's friend Riley.</div><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TQrLZUYZHdI/AAAAAAAACDg/hva7Mh6dLlw/s1600/12%2B15%2B10%2B039.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551473126515744210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TQrLZUYZHdI/AAAAAAAACDg/hva7Mh6dLlw/s400/12%2B15%2B10%2B039.JPG" /></a><br />Almost smiling.....her playgroup friend Jack is right behind her in the green, grinning for me.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TQrK-xjgMqI/AAAAAAAACDY/RTqGK7RPIdU/s1600/12%2B15%2B10%2B047.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551472670490505890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TQrK-xjgMqI/AAAAAAAACDY/RTqGK7RPIdU/s400/12%2B15%2B10%2B047.JPG" /></a> </div><div>This was after the presentation when they let the parents come up and take pictures. Total insanity. I caught this shot from the balcony before throwing myself into the photo mosh pit and I love how Stella is totally looking and smiling.</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TQrKx7euxCI/AAAAAAAACDQ/C1KM9UDCPdY/s1600/12%2B15%2B10%2B061.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551472449816544290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TQrKx7euxCI/AAAAAAAACDQ/C1KM9UDCPdY/s400/12%2B15%2B10%2B061.JPG" /></a><br />Stella, Jacob and Riley enjoying some post show cookies. </div></div></div></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11906207905636981622noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389319939376296433.post-13118438026289826092010-11-28T21:12:00.004-05:002010-11-30T20:45:28.491-05:00Jacob's TWO year pictures.<p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TPMMPHZbf6I/AAAAAAAACDI/dPiqniTEgzo/s1600/Image1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544789020046491554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TPMMPHZbf6I/AAAAAAAACDI/dPiqniTEgzo/s400/Image1.jpg" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TPMMOus-LfI/AAAAAAAACDA/DmdZsmfW1dg/s1600/Image2.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 282px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544789013417569778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TPMMOus-LfI/AAAAAAAACDA/DmdZsmfW1dg/s400/Image2.jpg" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TPMMOYGjAPI/AAAAAAAACC4/A5uK89OJGJk/s1600/Image3.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 285px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544789007350825202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TPMMOYGjAPI/AAAAAAAACC4/A5uK89OJGJk/s400/Image3.jpg" /></a><br />I had these taken at the Kiddie Kandids and was sure we would have to abandon the idea when we first arrived and he wanted NOTHING to do with it. But big sister Stella came to the rescue and helped lure him to the camera and we managed to grab these stinking adorable shots. We love you Jacob!<br /><br /></p>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11906207905636981622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389319939376296433.post-74470145768784895392010-11-14T19:55:00.006-05:002010-11-30T20:46:17.671-05:00Hair LossI could barely watch as Jacob got his hair cut yesterday. I made sure to take him for his 2 year portraits first but then had to admit.....it was time and he does look adorable. <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TOCFaLO9krI/AAAAAAAACCg/2MUJPnIZz60/s1600/Jacob%2Bhaircut%2Bnov13%2B2010.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539574226404348594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TOCFaLO9krI/AAAAAAAACCg/2MUJPnIZz60/s400/Jacob%2Bhaircut%2Bnov13%2B2010.jpg" /></a><br />Click on the picture to see it larger.<br />I managed to catch 2 shots of Stella and Jacob goofing around on the sofa tonight that I thought I would include. If you had told me a year ago that these two would be giggling and even hugging I wouldn't have believed it.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TOCF5CF7FZI/AAAAAAAACCw/CnAh--p8Huw/s1600/IMG_3302%2B007.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539574756526462354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TOCF5CF7FZI/AAAAAAAACCw/CnAh--p8Huw/s400/IMG_3302%2B007.JPG" /></a><br />HUGGING!!!!!! They are actually HUGGING!!!!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TOCF1F3MlXI/AAAAAAAACCo/P8v59h6fhb0/s1600/IMG_3309%2B014.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539574688818959730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TOCF1F3MlXI/AAAAAAAACCo/P8v59h6fhb0/s400/IMG_3309%2B014.JPG" /></a><br />It certainly isn't like this all of the time but it is wonderful to see more and more of these moments.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11906207905636981622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389319939376296433.post-30280990498787836622010-10-30T14:30:00.001-04:002010-11-02T19:14:05.290-04:00WhooHoo! Gimme Some Candy!!!This year was our third year going on the Brittain Family Halloween Hayride. Stella was Jessie from Toy Story and Jacob was a Dalmation Puppy. We had been trying for a few weeks to get him to try on the costume and he wouldn't even come close. So we were a bit shocked that he popped it on without much incident for the big day. Before we went to the hayride we went to Jon and Kat's to show off their costumes and give them a chance to practice trick or treating.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNCW2ZjG4EI/AAAAAAAACBM/U_3LkZk0KAc/s1600/10+31+10+009.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535089803353579586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNCW2ZjG4EI/AAAAAAAACBM/U_3LkZk0KAc/s400/10+31+10+009.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNCW1_WsJcI/AAAAAAAACBE/h3zV779wW-k/s1600/10+31+10+011.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535089796322174402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNCW1_WsJcI/AAAAAAAACBE/h3zV779wW-k/s400/10+31+10+011.JPG" /></a><br />Jessie!!!!</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNCVx8P2IcI/AAAAAAAACA8/O3lDWhEsQwY/s1600/10+31+10+025.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535088627257057730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNCVx8P2IcI/AAAAAAAACA8/O3lDWhEsQwY/s400/10+31+10+025.JPG" /></a><br />Trick or Treat!<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNCVxYiA3BI/AAAAAAAACA0/DrlZ-C-qEug/s1600/10+31+10+039.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535088617669581842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNCVxYiA3BI/AAAAAAAACA0/DrlZ-C-qEug/s400/10+31+10+039.JPG" /></a><br />Click on this to see it big...Stella's eyes are just beautiful!<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNCS0GbiotI/AAAAAAAACAs/c7x02MxNUq8/s1600/10+31+10+054.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535085365815321298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNCS0GbiotI/AAAAAAAACAs/c7x02MxNUq8/s400/10+31+10+054.JPG" /></a><br />One cute puppy headed to the hayride!<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNCSzutiW9I/AAAAAAAACAk/cSVAchiA_1c/s1600/10+31+10+072.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535085359448349650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNCSzutiW9I/AAAAAAAACAk/cSVAchiA_1c/s400/10+31+10+072.JPG" /></a><br />Cully and Pearce....our hosts little one's as Spiderman and woman.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNCSyveMCXI/AAAAAAAACAc/VO4CkOCDm_w/s1600/10+31+10+082.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535085342472538482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNCSyveMCXI/AAAAAAAACAc/VO4CkOCDm_w/s400/10+31+10+082.JPG" /></a><br />What up dawg?<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNBf0QiFd5I/AAAAAAAACAU/tlLpLVAS33Y/s1600/10+31+10+087.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535029293434107794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNBf0QiFd5I/AAAAAAAACAU/tlLpLVAS33Y/s400/10+31+10+087.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNBfzYeoyFI/AAAAAAAACAM/QI1Dpltzjjk/s1600/10+31+10+096.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535029278387259474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNBfzYeoyFI/AAAAAAAACAM/QI1Dpltzjjk/s400/10+31+10+096.JPG" /></a><br />Lets hit the hay.....I crack myself up!<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNBbvLm3VzI/AAAAAAAACAE/kUm-fs6MkKA/s1600/10+31+10+098.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535024808166119218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNBbvLm3VzI/AAAAAAAACAE/kUm-fs6MkKA/s400/10+31+10+098.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNBbugO-dyI/AAAAAAAAB_8/7IkiDek37EE/s1600/10+31+10+109+cr.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 369px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535024796523198242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNBbugO-dyI/AAAAAAAAB_8/7IkiDek37EE/s400/10+31+10+109+cr.jpg" /></a><br />It is almost silly how cute they are.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNBZ1xUo-gI/AAAAAAAAB_0/q76xinIzEY8/s1600/10+31+10+115.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535022722346187266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNBZ1xUo-gI/AAAAAAAAB_0/q76xinIzEY8/s400/10+31+10+115.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNBZ1UKlh2I/AAAAAAAAB_s/ytbzhj2qddo/s1600/10+31+10+121.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535022714519390050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNBZ1UKlh2I/AAAAAAAAB_s/ytbzhj2qddo/s400/10+31+10+121.JPG" /></a><br />Full size candy bars?!?!?!?!?<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNBZ01jh-yI/AAAAAAAAB_k/vzCA0fJo1Wc/s1600/10+31+10+124+en.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 399px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535022706302516002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNBZ01jh-yI/AAAAAAAAB_k/vzCA0fJo1Wc/s400/10+31+10+124+en.jpg" /></a><br />Stella was starting to slow down a bit.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNBZ0v6-zmI/AAAAAAAAB_c/bF0KV1_eFOI/s1600/10+31+10+125+en.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 292px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535022704790261346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNBZ0v6-zmI/AAAAAAAAB_c/bF0KV1_eFOI/s400/10+31+10+125+en.jpg" /></a><br />Cream Cheese and Chive crackers??!?!?!?<br /><div><div></div><div>We had a great time as always and Stella already knows she wants to be a kitty cat next year. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11906207905636981622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389319939376296433.post-55875000142338589972010-09-29T20:40:00.003-04:002010-09-29T22:09:53.306-04:00Apple Picking<div>I am embarrassed to say that I forgot my camera this past weekend when we went apple picking. Thankfully Jon and Kat have new fancy <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Iphone</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">thingy's</span> so Kat captured this great shot of Jacob! Holy Crow this kid is CUTE!!!</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TKPxSlgmkqI/AAAAAAAAB_E/C4tsXReaztg/s1600/Apple+Picking+9+10.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 298px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522522869695156898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TKPxSlgmkqI/AAAAAAAAB_E/C4tsXReaztg/s400/Apple+Picking+9+10.jpg" /></a></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11906207905636981622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389319939376296433.post-25990414984908104112010-09-29T20:15:00.006-04:002010-09-29T20:39:50.779-04:00Triathlon picturesMy mom was kind enough to buy the cd of pictures taken by the photogs at the triathlon. Thanks mom!!!! They aren't exactly pretty but they are proof. They seem sorta small. I seem to have a bit of a photo fight with blogger but click to see them larger.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TKPaTeNISLI/AAAAAAAAB-8/2idBz5ifU2o/s1600/63693-039-014f.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522497596146862258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TKPaTeNISLI/AAAAAAAAB-8/2idBz5ifU2o/s400/63693-039-014f.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TKPaTNTvDDI/AAAAAAAAB-0/yoSfuCt1f-o/s1600/63693-039-019f.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522497591611165746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TKPaTNTvDDI/AAAAAAAAB-0/yoSfuCt1f-o/s400/63693-039-019f.jpg" /></a></div><div>Asbury Park is really great. I should find the shot I took of this building only a few years ago!<br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TKPaS-_w6VI/AAAAAAAAB-s/oD-HR74pHv4/s1600/63693-040-023f.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522497587769305426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TKPaS-_w6VI/AAAAAAAAB-s/oD-HR74pHv4/s400/63693-040-023f.jpg" /></a><br />I would like to personally thank #86 for blocking most of me as we made our way to the starting line on the beach! That is Jen in the black bathing suit next to me. We are wearing the blue caps.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TKPZwU_v74I/AAAAAAAAB-k/kUoiFv9ajNo/s1600/63693-062-002f.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522496992379400066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TKPZwU_v74I/AAAAAAAAB-k/kUoiFv9ajNo/s400/63693-062-002f.jpg" /></a><br />The first heat heading out....I'm not in this shot but I liked it.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TKPZvmcdS5I/AAAAAAAAB-c/FlYFMcBBpSA/s1600/63693-066-010f.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522496979883346834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TKPZvmcdS5I/AAAAAAAAB-c/FlYFMcBBpSA/s400/63693-066-010f.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TKPZuuHezRI/AAAAAAAAB-U/jSYeVGNo3I0/s1600/63693-066-013f.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522496964762979602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TKPZuuHezRI/AAAAAAAAB-U/jSYeVGNo3I0/s400/63693-066-013f.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TKPZsRl8eaI/AAAAAAAAB-M/SKp3G0_C18I/s1600/63693-066-014f.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522496922746386850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TKPZsRl8eaI/AAAAAAAAB-M/SKp3G0_C18I/s400/63693-066-014f.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TKPYyGESfnI/AAAAAAAAB-E/o4D2ZOgKCsY/s1600/63693-023-024f.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522495923220020850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TKPYyGESfnI/AAAAAAAAB-E/o4D2ZOgKCsY/s400/63693-023-024f.jpg" /></a><br />WooHoo! The big finish!!!! YAY!!! </div></div></div></div></div></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11906207905636981622noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389319939376296433.post-46530127700295138272010-09-18T13:51:00.000-04:002010-11-02T21:14:01.013-04:00A Happy Birthday at Longwood GardensMy mom and dad came for a quick visit for her birthday weekend. They actually only stayed with us one night on their way to the Brandywine area which is really beautiful. Her favorite gift was getting to hug on these 2! Happy Birthday mom-we love you!<br /><div> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNC1x-b-v1I/AAAAAAAACCU/olK5JH4-hwU/s1600/09+16+10+181.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535123812216913746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNC1x-b-v1I/AAAAAAAACCU/olK5JH4-hwU/s400/09+16+10+181.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNC1xudtb2I/AAAAAAAACCM/-aziWaNqXFg/s1600/09+16+10+171.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535123807929200482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNC1xudtb2I/AAAAAAAACCM/-aziWaNqXFg/s400/09+16+10+171.JPG" /></a></div><div>Stella helping Grammie blow out her candles. We actually had cake for breakfast, hence the pj's.</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNC1eSBbZ2I/AAAAAAAACCE/D1HnWf2xCS4/s1600/09+18+10+033.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535123473876871010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNC1eSBbZ2I/AAAAAAAACCE/D1HnWf2xCS4/s400/09+18+10+033.JPG" /></a><br />We met them for the day in Longwood Gardens. Really stunning and it was a wonderful day and way to celebrate her 29th yet again.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNC1eNUypwI/AAAAAAAACB8/kVLKB4_3Szg/s1600/09+18+10+021.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535123472615909122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNC1eNUypwI/AAAAAAAACB8/kVLKB4_3Szg/s400/09+18+10+021.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNC1GwScVuI/AAAAAAAACB0/LWqmgNwyI8A/s1600/09+18+10+028.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535123069684438754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNC1GwScVuI/AAAAAAAACB0/LWqmgNwyI8A/s400/09+18+10+028.JPG" /></a><br />Daddy and his girl!<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNCziyU3-TI/AAAAAAAACBs/u09isqfM5n4/s1600/09+18+10+046.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535121352244590898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNCziyU3-TI/AAAAAAAACBs/u09isqfM5n4/s400/09+18+10+046.JPG" /></a><br />How cute is this one with his hands in his pockets!<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNCziZz_AlI/AAAAAAAACBk/xyWvbYiIMZY/s1600/09+18+10+052.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535121345664189010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNCziZz_AlI/AAAAAAAACBk/xyWvbYiIMZY/s400/09+18+10+052.JPG" /></a><br />Hanging on to Thomas. They had a very elaborate train set up that we all stared at for like 40 minutes.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNCxvh5f9mI/AAAAAAAACBc/8BG4VudNq-k/s1600/09+18+10+076.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535119372149847650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNCxvh5f9mI/AAAAAAAACBc/8BG4VudNq-k/s400/09+18+10+076.JPG" /></a><br />The most incredible lilypads I have ever seen.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNCxvSxA1vI/AAAAAAAACBU/d0xKA3UwReI/s1600/09+18+10+111.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535119368087721714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TNCxvSxA1vI/AAAAAAAACBU/d0xKA3UwReI/s400/09+18+10+111.JPG" /></a><br />Stella and Jacob brushing this guys teeth in the children's part of the gardens.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11906207905636981622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389319939376296433.post-77825937188723609532010-09-16T15:07:00.002-04:002010-09-16T15:12:49.367-04:00Grandma Barbara McGannMy sister in law Rosana remined me that today is Brian's moms birthday. I think I can speak for Rosana when I say we so wish we had been able to meet her. She sent me this photo/painting that I had never seen and I thought I would post it to say Happy Birthday Grandma Barbara!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TJJsDbJRkEI/AAAAAAAAB98/2iAkaMaoT9A/s1600/photo%5B1%5D+(2).jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517591299564343362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TJJsDbJRkEI/AAAAAAAAB98/2iAkaMaoT9A/s320/photo%5B1%5D+(2).jpg" /></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11906207905636981622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389319939376296433.post-5361074091604428632010-09-10T14:34:00.006-04:002010-09-10T14:49:35.170-04:00Back to School!Stella B started her second year of preschool today! She was so excited to return to Little Tree and see her friends. It is a beautiful day here and actually felt more like fall when I went to pick her up and there was a chill in the air. Just glad I snuck in one more wearing of this adorable dress.<br /><div> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TIp8GM3gHQI/AAAAAAAAB9A/VF_qj_kfOnA/s1600/09+09+10+019.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515357139643669762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TIp8GM3gHQI/AAAAAAAAB9A/VF_qj_kfOnA/s320/09+09+10+019.jpg" /></a><br />You can't really see that Jacob is behind her in this shot. After he saw her grab her backpack he wanted a bag too so he grabbed the bag I keep my grocery bags in and dragged them out with him. Very funny.</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TIp8Ffkd_EI/AAAAAAAAB84/HBT5WehQ6g0/s1600/09+09+10+023.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515357127484243010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TIp8Ffkd_EI/AAAAAAAAB84/HBT5WehQ6g0/s320/09+09+10+023.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TIp8E-SSJaI/AAAAAAAAB8w/DtJ0aCoTjvI/s1600/09+09+10+030.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515357118549599650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TIp8E-SSJaI/AAAAAAAAB8w/DtJ0aCoTjvI/s320/09+09+10+030.jpg" /></a><br />He is so ready for school, too bad her has to wait a year!<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TIp7U48ZEyI/AAAAAAAAB8o/YBOUUAOryGI/s1600/09+09+10+040.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515356292481880866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TIp7U48ZEyI/AAAAAAAAB8o/YBOUUAOryGI/s320/09+09+10+040.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TIp7UYpZQCI/AAAAAAAAB8g/khAOBjugCNU/s1600/09+09+10+042.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515356283812266018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TIp7UYpZQCI/AAAAAAAAB8g/khAOBjugCNU/s320/09+09+10+042.jpg" /></a><br />Hurry up mom....I wanna go in!!!!<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TIp65c3S_PI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/rbLoiBpFptQ/s1600/09+09+10+056.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515355821087849714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TIp65c3S_PI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/rbLoiBpFptQ/s320/09+09+10+056.jpg" /></a><br />She ran right over to start playing with 2 friends from last year. Notice the teacher in the upper left holding a screaming crying child who didn't want her mommy to leave. That would be brutal. Fortunately Stella is very happy to be there and barely looked up when I said goodbye. My big girl!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11906207905636981622noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389319939376296433.post-29005787104172267592010-08-29T20:48:00.001-04:002010-09-14T14:02:52.386-04:00Triathlon....really!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TI0PBszyLfI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/2m-GGx5I5Uw/s1600/tri+stuff+013.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516081640481369586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TI0PBszyLfI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/2m-GGx5I5Uw/s320/tri+stuff+013.jpg" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TI0PhQ_vvDI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/MdgLwvtKCeQ/s1600/IMAG0195%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516082182771162162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TI0PhQ_vvDI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/MdgLwvtKCeQ/s320/IMAG0195%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TI0PhuN2wbI/AAAAAAAAB9g/3FbBS9olnfU/s1600/Triathlon+1.JPG"></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TI0QU0hJmeI/AAAAAAAAB9o/Xac7KJh51HY/s1600/photo%5B2%5D.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516083068479838690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TI0QU0hJmeI/AAAAAAAAB9o/Xac7KJh51HY/s320/photo%5B2%5D.JPG" /></a><br /><div>So.....a couple months ago my dear friend Jennifer Roach (Bridesmaid, made my wedding cake, friend since early 90's) came to visit and casually mentioned that she was doing a triathlon. Well, I joked with her that we could no longer be friends if she was gonna go all fitness on me. While I chase two kiddos and attend weight watchers meetings and lose .5 lbs I was feeling a tad discouraged. She joked that I could totally do this tri thingy. In fact it is a sprint triathlon, which essentially means the distances are shorter and the pressure/competitiveness is lower.....plus this would be all women.</div><div>After she left that day I couldn't get the notion of it out of my head. I was facing 40 and feeling fat and bit depressed. I know how important being home with my kids is right now but it isn't easy for me. I couldn't quite let go of her comment that I could do it. So, I looked it up online and thought....I can swim....swam on teams for years (didn't really win anything but I naver came in last)....I can ride a bike....I don't have a bike and haven't ridden one for years but geeesh I can still ride one and I did run a 5k about 6 years ago and 50 lbs lighter....sooooo ummm....I wonder if I can do this. </div><div> </div><div>The first thing I did was to try swimming the quarter mile distance in the pool......after a couple tries was able to do so without any trouble....then I dragged Brian's bike from the storage side of the basement to the useful side and began biking....I could do the 12 miles. I didn't love it but I could do it. BUT, the running!!!! I couldn't do it and I HATED it!!!! My chest burned and I wanted to die. It made me feel old and all the jiggling of each part of my body made me know how much weight I had gained and how crappy that was.<br /></div><div>All that being said.....with 40 approaching I knew I needed to do this so I signed up, paid the fee and confessed to Jen that I had done so. She was THRILLED. She happily switched to the buddy heat and vowed to stay with me each step of the way. That is a GOOD friend. I tried to swim, bike or run/walk each day.....not easy with two kids, one of which doesn't nap anymore! Thankfully Brian would hold them in the pool so I could do my laps and I rode the bike in the basement whenever I could. Running was the hardest part for me. The summer heat was unbearable. I was a wreck just getting the kids in the car for basic errunds forget about running. Then I got the idea to see if I could get a treadmill on Freecycle.org and had one the next day taking up valuable real estate in the bsement. No excuses now.</div><br /><div>In Mid July Jennifer and I went to a Tri-clinic to learn about the transition process and do a mini tri. I was totally terrified when I arrived at 6pm. Rain, ROUGH water and a storm brewing were not ideal conditions. Even the 4 lifeguards and 4 mentor triathletes hired to attend weren't so sure the swim was a good idea. But I got out there and got pummelled by wave after wave and finally a took in a mouthful of saltwater that stayed with me the whole rest of the 'race'. I think I was coughing up saltwater 3 days later. ACK! I was drained after the 200 yard swim (usually an easy amount for me) and the biking was just annoying as the route wasn't marked and I wasn't used to riding with traffic....the 1 mile run dang near killed me.....but I did it. I was painfully discouraged and expressed this to Brian when I got home. What if this whole thing backfires and makes me feel worse about myself than better. He gently tried to encourage me and relay there was no shame in withdrawing but I knew I had to try. Really, what is worse...trying and failing or not trying?</div><br /><div>So comes August 29th 2010. The big day. Jen...came the night before and we were up at 4:30am or something insane like that to get out to the race site in Asbury Park. Bikes, sneakers, gel packs, hydration and the lot in tow we got ready for the race. Even better we were giggling all the way. I wasn't trying to win.....just not need medical attention! Jen could have done the race 2 times over but she stayed with me each step of the way. That is a dear friend and a gesture I will never forget. As we stood on the beach I started to get excited and panicked at the same time. A riptide warning was in full effect thanks to Earl but the water was glass after the initial waves. The horn blew....in we went......past the waves around the first buoy, the second bouy......ummm...Jenn, is that seaweed? What am I touching? I gave up on trying to keep my head in the water since I hated the taste of the saltwater more than I hated not keeping my head down for the true 'freestyle' stroke I had been practicing. Thankfully I was pretty good with the breast stroke and muddled through the swim in only 16 or so minutes......not far off the same time as the winner!!! To bad I didn't pedal and run as fast as she did. </div><br /><div>As we got out of the water and 'ran' to the transition area I thought....holy shit I did part one....if I can do part 2...I can walk part 3 if I have to! </div><br /><div>Back at my bike I tried to pull on my pants and shirt and hydrate ate a 'shotblock' for some energy and wondered if I should take a minute to text Brian....but we were off on the bike trail before I could follow through. I won't lie, I got a little lazy on occasion. It look a mile or so to get my breath back and though I had borrowed a great hybrid bike from a friend......it was hardly the machine my friend had. I was pedalling and panting my ass off and she was coasting and chatting away. Thankfully the chatting helped me forget how much I was struggling and before I knew it we were giggling and having a nice bike ride and not a race. At one point we joked that the cops keeping the streets closed were thinking....less giggling more pedalling girls! Before I knew it we were done biking and back at the transition area and ready to run. Ummmm...but my legs felt like rubber and I LOATHE running so I knew this was gonna suck at best. </div><br /><div>Jen was great and wouldn't let me walk more than 6o-ish seconds at a time. She would point to a lamppost or a building or some scantily clad chick and say....we can run to that and then you can walk for a little bit. She was awesome since she coulda blew by me and finished the race while I was still trying to find my bike!!!!! We even stopped for a laugh filled potty break! Next thing I knew the finish line was in sight and I was tearing up with amazement. I couldn't believe I had done it! I couldn't believe Jen was so willing to do it with me each step of the way and to share that with a friend who has known me for so long and all my struggles.....weight issues, back surgery etc was really a gift. We were both so excited and actually finished the race in under 2 hours which we did not expect AT ALL. We had told our husbands not to try and get there too early since we thought we would be taking at least another 1/2 hour or more. They were both shocked to hear from us that we were done and thankfully each only a few minutes away. In fact when I called Brian he thought for sure I was calling to tell him something had happened! I don't blame him for wondering that but was happy it wasn't the case. I haven't ordered my pics that the pros took that day but when I do I will post them. Here are a couple little shots taken via cell phone or just of the goods when I got home. Thanks to Brian and the kids for putting up with me and supporting me so much....also to Jon and Kat for coming out to cheer....ummm even though they too missed my crossing the finish line because they thought I was a good 40 minutes away from doing so. I am so happy I followed through on the challenge and it turned out to be so positive! </div><div> </div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11906207905636981622noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389319939376296433.post-18773163657833542182010-07-27T22:17:00.008-04:002010-11-02T20:38:38.826-04:00These converse were made for strutting!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TFDFlfR-JrI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/3vpQhOZo__U/s1600/072510-01.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499112392862082738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TFDFlfR-JrI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/3vpQhOZo__U/s320/072510-01.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TFCHNCMI59I/AAAAAAAAB8I/frBVr09s7rM/s1600/072510-07.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499043803015210962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TFCHNCMI59I/AAAAAAAAB8I/frBVr09s7rM/s320/072510-07.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TFCHMXYcR5I/AAAAAAAAB8A/CLPejBfB1-8/s1600/072510-08.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499043791524087698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TFCHMXYcR5I/AAAAAAAAB8A/CLPejBfB1-8/s320/072510-08.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TFCB0u3-EuI/AAAAAAAAB74/mLTZszLPCIQ/s1600/072510-09.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499037887955342050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TFCB0u3-EuI/AAAAAAAAB74/mLTZszLPCIQ/s320/072510-09.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TE-ThyBTT9I/AAAAAAAAB7o/Ovc3m-rf8Zs/s1600/072510-10.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498775878614863826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TE-ThyBTT9I/AAAAAAAAB7o/Ovc3m-rf8Zs/s320/072510-10.JPG" /></a> </div><div>This kid just cracks me up!</div></div></div></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11906207905636981622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389319939376296433.post-17138322129102367992010-07-18T09:57:00.007-04:002010-07-25T10:40:07.932-04:00The little McGann's!Mike, Rosana and Declan came to visit and we had such a fun time at Madison Square Park! We didn't know it but they had a little sprinkler part which was GREAT since it was 4,000 degrees!<br />It was so nice to see them all and see how much Declan is growing and changing!<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TExJzTVsTZI/AAAAAAAAB7g/PZkTnFfs3aU/s1600/071810+NYC-005+bw.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497850390825946514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TExJzTVsTZI/AAAAAAAAB7g/PZkTnFfs3aU/s320/071810+NYC-005+bw.jpg" /></a><br />He was a little unsure of us at first...who could blame him.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TExJy3VJFHI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/fhqy30w77pI/s1600/071810+NYC-015.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497850383307445362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TExJy3VJFHI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/fhqy30w77pI/s320/071810+NYC-015.jpg" /></a><br />Jacob and Declan pointed at each other like it just hit them they were old friends or at least cousins!<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TExJydYMhfI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/jtzyxohwVYg/s1600/071810+NYC-011.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497850376340932082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TExJydYMhfI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/jtzyxohwVYg/s320/071810+NYC-011.jpg" /></a><br />Stella just ran and ran in the water. She couldn't have been happier.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TExJQaYM68I/AAAAAAAAB7I/Gv42745Vy_0/s1600/071810+NYC-034.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497849791420099522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TExJQaYM68I/AAAAAAAAB7I/Gv42745Vy_0/s320/071810+NYC-034.jpg" /></a><br />Declan before he got really bold and the shirt came off!<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TExJPr-WJ5I/AAAAAAAAB7A/tqDJs0Ranak/s1600/071810+NYC-107+bw.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497849778963621778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TExJPr-WJ5I/AAAAAAAAB7A/tqDJs0Ranak/s320/071810+NYC-107+bw.jpg" /></a><br />My new favorite photo of Jacob and the cover of his first record album.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TExIjNbbCmI/AAAAAAAAB64/48kMjdneK_k/s1600/071810+NYC-131.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497849014849833570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TExIjNbbCmI/AAAAAAAAB64/48kMjdneK_k/s320/071810+NYC-131.jpg" /></a><br />After a lunch of mostly french fries we stopped at Uncle Jim's apartment to change and cool off.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TExIik7nLaI/AAAAAAAAB6w/OU3V1xP-UVc/s1600/071810+NYC-146+bw.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497849003978993058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TExIik7nLaI/AAAAAAAAB6w/OU3V1xP-UVc/s320/071810+NYC-146+bw.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TExHG8soCtI/AAAAAAAAB6o/anFYl5410To/s1600/071810+NYC-161.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497847429810621138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TExHG8soCtI/AAAAAAAAB6o/anFYl5410To/s320/071810+NYC-161.jpg" /></a><br />Declan getting the hugs from Stella that Jacob could only dream of.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TExHGRFthgI/AAAAAAAAB6g/aRt8LEnDoUo/s1600/071810+NYC-179.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497847418104677890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TExHGRFthgI/AAAAAAAAB6g/aRt8LEnDoUo/s320/071810+NYC-179.jpg" /></a><br />The McGann men with the McGannettes.</div><div>I love the painting on the wall above them. </div><div>It says...I got no plan....I got one neither! </div></div></div></div></div></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11906207905636981622noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389319939376296433.post-19188416691809825212010-07-17T09:49:00.000-04:002010-07-25T09:56:51.962-04:00Beach tired!We went to Asbury Park today. Late in the day to avoid the heat. It was a lot of fun watching the kids collect shells and put their toes in the water. For some reason Jacob didn't really care for the feel of sand on his bare feet so he got to feel the water through his sandals. After only two hours they were SHOT! So much so that we sent daddy to get the car and come pick us up. I didn't bring the big boy camera but caught this stinking cute shot with my cell phone of them sitting on a bench have juice and waiting for Daddy. <div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TExCa8bcVAI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/bBuNUMo9TfA/s1600/7172010+Asbury+Park.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497842275777795074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TExCa8bcVAI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/bBuNUMo9TfA/s320/7172010+Asbury+Park.jpg" /></a></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11906207905636981622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389319939376296433.post-30255216622808871822010-07-12T14:18:00.012-04:002010-07-12T14:35:02.235-04:00New pics of bedroomsHere are some pics of the kids 'new' rooms. They aren't the best (and I charge money for this?!?!?!?) but you get the idea.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDteIC7T9II/AAAAAAAAB5s/8pB3bPygAs8/s1600/IMG_3436+015.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493087662826058882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDteIC7T9II/AAAAAAAAB5s/8pB3bPygAs8/s320/IMG_3436+015.JPG" /></a><br />She may have an even bigger big girl bed but in her hands is the same beary she has had since she was born. So sweet.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDtdz_6BtXI/AAAAAAAAB5k/vIqKQTwte44/s1600/IMG_3450+029.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493087318417978738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDtdz_6BtXI/AAAAAAAAB5k/vIqKQTwte44/s320/IMG_3450+029.JPG" /></a><br />Checking out the bouncibility!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDtdzbnwB6I/AAAAAAAAB5c/GDtUzoEhx1g/s1600/IMG_3451+030.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493087308677646242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDtdzbnwB6I/AAAAAAAAB5c/GDtUzoEhx1g/s320/IMG_3451+030.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div>If only he would stay in there...I hope to paint the bed black to match a little better and not look so girly. One of these days.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDtdfGjbcEI/AAAAAAAAB5U/eFvCY6Ao-LU/s1600/IMG_3452+031.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493086959424991298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDtdfGjbcEI/AAAAAAAAB5U/eFvCY6Ao-LU/s320/IMG_3452+031.JPG" /></a><br />They better start getting along because these two rooms couldn't be closer!<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDtdVdBVJ0I/AAAAAAAAB5M/fkth8jI9ZLk/s1600/IMG_3455+034.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493086793657296706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDtdVdBVJ0I/AAAAAAAAB5M/fkth8jI9ZLk/s320/IMG_3455+034.JPG" /></a><br />Stella was amazingly happy to pass on her 1st big girl bed.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDtdLLvsYpI/AAAAAAAAB5E/fVDCDP8ssRQ/s1600/IMG_3457+036.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493086617221227154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDtdLLvsYpI/AAAAAAAAB5E/fVDCDP8ssRQ/s320/IMG_3457+036.JPG" /></a><br />Holy crap he is so cute!<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDtcsAwxhVI/AAAAAAAAB48/VjY--7O45r8/s1600/IMG_3459+038.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493086081697023314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDtcsAwxhVI/AAAAAAAAB48/VjY--7O45r8/s320/IMG_3459+038.JPG" /></a><br />hmmm...I wonder why he can't sleep? I may need to let go of Stella's pm nap.</div><div>Ya think?!?!?!!?? Click on pics to see larger.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11906207905636981622noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389319939376296433.post-40684859797611691082010-07-11T21:26:00.004-04:002010-07-14T15:53:57.322-04:00Big boy bedJacob is officially in his big boy bed.<br /><br />A few weeks ago it came out that Jacob's crib was on a mass crib recall list. That announcement coincided with his obvious discomfort and our concern that he was outgrowing the crib. The recall was because smaller babies had gotten their heads stuck in the fixed upper rail. Well...Jacob's head wouldn't remotely fit in there so we weren't all that concerned or in a rush to move him to a 'big boy bed'. The very next morning at like 5am he wakes up screaming and I run in to find his little chubby cute leg STUCK in the slats of the crib....so stuck I had to call for Brian to help me <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">unstick</span> him. So we knew it was time. We had hoped to use his crib as a toddler bed but that wouldn't eliminate the slat problem. Thankfully our friends Kat and Jon were trying to unload a double bed that would fit perfectly in Stella's room....which it does and she adores!<br /><br />So we moved her twin into his room and decided to give it a go. Stella was almost a year older when she made this transition and not only was she excited she knew what we meant when w<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">e</span> said.......stay in the bed!!!! Jacob on the other hand.......well, we were nervous! But, he did great! No real trouble. I have to go in usually one time at bedtime and put him back in and one or two times for the afternoon nap. So we really can't complain. The only problem has been that if I don't hear him wake up from his nap he ransacks his room like crazy before I can get to him. Sorta cute in a boyish kinda way. I'm getting better and knowing what the little scamp is up to!<br /><br />Since things have gone so well we decided to take the crib apart and get it out of his room. Stella helped carry each screw and very excitedly reassured her little brother that it will all be <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span>. It is very sweet and a tad rare to see her so caring toward him. He sat on the bed with his <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">binky</span> in confused amazement as each piece was removed and his room officially became that of a big boy.<br /><br />As happy as I am to purge each thing they outgrow and see them thriving and moving on to new stages in life I can't help but get more than a bit teary that the baby era is truly behind us....well, we still have diapers and he uses a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">binky</span> at night but you know what I mean.<br /><br />It hasn't been easy but it has been wonderful and I thank God each day that I was blessed with the chance to experience this. Well, that is what I tell myself while Jacob is pulling my hair and Stella masters whining. Stay tuned for a couple pics.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11906207905636981622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389319939376296433.post-29810084111311517002010-06-26T20:22:00.000-04:002010-07-06T08:32:04.941-04:00Marjorie Visits.....Sayen Gardens~We really need to find a new place to hang out but it is so pretty and so close and so free!~<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDKKSxccdMI/AAAAAAAAB3k/ilp9qKRl0Qc/s1600/06+25+10+466.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490602950832977090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDKKSxccdMI/AAAAAAAAB3k/ilp9qKRl0Qc/s400/06+25+10+466.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDKKSb646qI/AAAAAAAAB3c/Gd-93FqMEM8/s1600/06+25+10+477.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490602945055091362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDKKSb646qI/AAAAAAAAB3c/Gd-93FqMEM8/s400/06+25+10+477.JPG" /></a></div><div>Having a juice break as temps were in the mid 90's!</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDKJoh5qCLI/AAAAAAAAB3U/5YBltjItC60/s1600/06+25+10+480.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490602225106028722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDKJoh5qCLI/AAAAAAAAB3U/5YBltjItC60/s400/06+25+10+480.JPG" /></a><br />Madge and her little man. I love how he is looking up at her!<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDKE4ZdnXXI/AAAAAAAAB3M/r4LnYenOOtw/s1600/06+25+10+485.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490597000160697714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDKE4ZdnXXI/AAAAAAAAB3M/r4LnYenOOtw/s400/06+25+10+485.JPG" /></a><br />YAY for the fountain. It was so hot we all crawled in.<br /><div><div><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDKEcEtKp9I/AAAAAAAAB2s/sjeMsYLh06Y/s1600/06+25+10+491.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490596513552443346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDKEcEtKp9I/AAAAAAAAB2s/sjeMsYLh06Y/s400/06+25+10+491.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDKDXhs_R9I/AAAAAAAAB2k/xoTIyIufP9U/s1600/06+25+10+494.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490595335925352402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDKDXhs_R9I/AAAAAAAAB2k/xoTIyIufP9U/s400/06+25+10+494.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDKCytw1hJI/AAAAAAAAB2U/l2D9BzzAvBE/s1600/06+25+10+505+bw.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490594703507555474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDKCytw1hJI/AAAAAAAAB2U/l2D9BzzAvBE/s400/06+25+10+505+bw.jpg" /></a> </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDKDWweYZHI/AAAAAAAAB2c/GZ_hH5sE0mI/s1600/06+25+10+502+bw.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490595322710746226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDKDWweYZHI/AAAAAAAAB2c/GZ_hH5sE0mI/s400/06+25+10+502+bw.jpg" /></a></div><div>I can do it all by myself!</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDKCyH1BIqI/AAAAAAAAB2M/bvGYtqcLgu8/s1600/06+25+10+512.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490594693324546722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDKCyH1BIqI/AAAAAAAAB2M/bvGYtqcLgu8/s400/06+25+10+512.JPG" /></a><br />Seeeeee!<br /><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDJ6opewjjI/AAAAAAAAB18/W0g0EQ4Im4c/s1600/06+25+10+521.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490585734466276914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDJ6opewjjI/AAAAAAAAB18/W0g0EQ4Im4c/s400/06+25+10+521.JPG" /></a> </div><div>Down too!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDJ6nxxrCmI/AAAAAAAAB10/8fGoW_jp0KU/s1600/06+25+10+524.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490585719513221730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDJ6nxxrCmI/AAAAAAAAB10/8fGoW_jp0KU/s400/06+25+10+524.JPG" /></a><br />Daddy and his kiddos looking at the ENORMOUS KOI!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11906207905636981622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389319939376296433.post-3205169870478758602010-06-25T08:36:00.006-04:002010-11-02T20:40:06.784-04:00An hour at the fair!No, really we lasted about an hour at the St. Gregs Annual Carnival. My friend Marjorie came to visit for a few days and so we thought we would check it out. As if she has never been to a fair?!??!!? Sorry Madge! Hopefully on your next visit it won't be 100 degrees and we won't have to wait till dark like vampires to be able to leave the house!<br />All trips to the carnival should start with Fried Dough! Frankly all trips anywhere should start with fried dough.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDMnklm0VzI/AAAAAAAAB40/kAJ8NijCfSM/s1600/06+25+10+002.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490775880218466098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDMnklm0VzI/AAAAAAAAB40/kAJ8NijCfSM/s320/06+25+10+002.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDMnXulawHI/AAAAAAAAB4s/G8HcSna-xyQ/s1600/06+25+10+015+en1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490775659290214514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDMnXulawHI/AAAAAAAAB4s/G8HcSna-xyQ/s320/06+25+10+015+en1.jpg" /></a><br />Gritty carny ferris wheel.....made grittier thanks to photoshop.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDMmb_LPQ_I/AAAAAAAAB4k/jJJeb3rNYWo/s1600/06+25+10+072.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490774632951661554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDMmb_LPQ_I/AAAAAAAAB4k/jJJeb3rNYWo/s320/06+25+10+072.JPG" /></a><br />Jacob and Marjorie having a BLAST on the tea cups. :-O<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDMmUa0h77I/AAAAAAAAB4c/HGskMRiJcwA/s1600/06+25+10+093+en.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490774502933655474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDMmUa0h77I/AAAAAAAAB4c/HGskMRiJcwA/s320/06+25+10+093+en.jpg" /></a><br />Brian having a blast waiting in line to ride the gritty carny ferris wheel.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDMmEI568aI/AAAAAAAAB4U/BAZiXGEudGk/s1600/06+25+10+110+en1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490774223246520738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDMmEI568aI/AAAAAAAAB4U/BAZiXGEudGk/s320/06+25+10+110+en1.jpg" /></a><br />Stella having a blast waiting with Daddy to ride the gritty carny ferris wheel.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDMknDtzW0I/AAAAAAAAB4M/4WMDZwesqvc/s1600/06+25+10+139+en1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490772624125680450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDMknDtzW0I/AAAAAAAAB4M/4WMDZwesqvc/s400/06+25+10+139+en1.jpg" /></a><br />Madge and the little man!<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDMkmBS2TuI/AAAAAAAAB4E/RVOeBF2klG4/s1600/06+25+10+262+bw.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490772606295887586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDMkmBS2TuI/AAAAAAAAB4E/RVOeBF2klG4/s400/06+25+10+262+bw.jpg" /></a><br />Me, sweating (and gritty) hiding behind the little man!<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDMklp9xBoI/AAAAAAAAB38/3thKTaLEZ_g/s1600/06+25+10+369.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490772600033445506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDMklp9xBoI/AAAAAAAAB38/3thKTaLEZ_g/s400/06+25+10+369.JPG" /></a><br />Looks like they had fun on the gritty carny ferris wheel....sigh.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDMkEO85RUI/AAAAAAAAB30/d7nUxo0ReYQ/s1600/06+25+10+394+en.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490772025846351170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDMkEO85RUI/AAAAAAAAB30/d7nUxo0ReYQ/s400/06+25+10+394+en.jpg" /></a><br />OH!!!!!! Wait!!!!!! A smile!!!! YAY!!!!!!!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDMkDGIzItI/AAAAAAAAB3s/OS1gInVZ8eM/s1600/06+25+10+453.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490772006300492498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TDMkDGIzItI/AAAAAAAAB3s/OS1gInVZ8eM/s400/06+25+10+453.JPG" /></a><br />I guess they had fun after all. TeeHee. </div></div></div></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11906207905636981622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389319939376296433.post-8994084055831833212010-06-20T09:43:00.017-04:002010-06-20T14:49:09.323-04:00Happy Father's Day!Today is Father's Day and Brian is truly to be celebrated today. He is a wonderful Father who adores his beautiful children and though he has been up since 6am with one blessing we call Jacob is still happily building a fort with the other one....Stella, as I type this.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div></div><div>I enjoyed looking at all the pics from my past mother's days so thought I would do the same for him today.<br /><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TB4b3RS9LxI/AAAAAAAAByg/HfyeQH9721A/s1600/Father%27s+day+013.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484852032533507858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TB4b3RS9LxI/AAAAAAAAByg/HfyeQH9721A/s400/Father%27s+day+013.jpg" /></a> </div><div>Technically I was only pregnant for this Father's day but I still consider it his first because he was so excited about becoming a daddy!</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TB4cM5rVPTI/AAAAAAAAByo/woWNdPwGbZw/s1600/06+17+07+013.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484852404150418738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TB4cM5rVPTI/AAAAAAAAByo/woWNdPwGbZw/s400/06+17+07+013.jpg" /></a> </div><div>Now a Father's day tradition.....breakfast out....here he is when Stella was small enough to keep on the table. Now....we try to keep her off the table!</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TB4dJNQvkYI/AAAAAAAAByw/BCUPH3Pm2xU/s1600/06+15+08+072+en1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484853440199758210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TB4dJNQvkYI/AAAAAAAAByw/BCUPH3Pm2xU/s400/06+15+08+072+en1.jpg" /></a></div><div>This Father's day was extra special, we spent it with my own Father and I was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">preg</span> with Jacob AND Stella started walking a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">teeeney</span> bit on her own that day as we waited for our table at breakfast.</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TB4dJUqul8I/AAAAAAAABy4/XpWqVu8CQRc/s1600/Fathers+day+62109+016.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484853442187794370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TB4dJUqul8I/AAAAAAAABy4/XpWqVu8CQRc/s400/Fathers+day+62109+016.JPG" /></a><br />Last year's Father's day was great because we knew our family was complete (phew) and even though Stella wouldn't go near Jacob and he squealed all through dinner at Red Robin we had a lot to celebrate.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TB5d8nyUZSI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/b84W3tT9H9s/s1600/06+20+10+025.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484924692237411618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TB5d8nyUZSI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/b84W3tT9H9s/s400/06+20+10+025.JPG" /></a></div><div>Here are the McGann scamps today in their matching My dad Rocks t-shirts</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TB5d9PXcwKI/AAAAAAAAB0g/mqC5uxiilfM/s1600/06+20+10+006.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484924702862131362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TB5d9PXcwKI/AAAAAAAAB0g/mqC5uxiilfM/s400/06+20+10+006.JPG" /></a></div><div>We almost got Stella to get sorta close to Jacob. Love those smiles!<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TB5dU3Y9CAI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/PSAXaiwItU0/s1600/06+20+10+028.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484924009231222786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TB5dU3Y9CAI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/PSAXaiwItU0/s400/06+20+10+028.JPG" /></a></div><div></div>One of many reasons Stella is such a Daddy's girl! Again, she kept saying!<br /><div></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TB5dUDaPG9I/AAAAAAAAB0I/BznuFSzuSSc/s1600/06+20+10+029.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484923995277958098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TB5dUDaPG9I/AAAAAAAAB0I/BznuFSzuSSc/s400/06+20+10+029.JPG" /></a><br />Here is Jacob saying my dad is mad dope. Tru Dat little man!<br /><div>*************************************************************</div><br /><div>Stella helped me come up with the top 20 reasons (in no particular order) to love and appreciate daddy!</div><br /><div>1. Tubby time-Daddy comes up with the best tubby games....mommy is all about getting clean.</div><div>2. Trips to the pet store!</div><div>3. He handles LOTS of 5:30am Jacob-wake up calls! Thanks hon!</div><div>4. He lets me play with his cell phone even though I know it drives him bonkers.</div><div>5. You read me books, tell me stories and sing me songs at bedtime.....even songs you make up!</div><div>6. I want to go downstairs!</div><div>7. The swings and slides!</div><div>8. You wave bye bye to me in my window from <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">goldie</span> (our nickname for his car)in the morning when you leave for work.</div><div>9. Sometimes you let me 'help' you get ready for work in the morning.</div><div>10. You change Jacob's diapers when he stinks.</div><div>11. You endure Noggin!</div><div>12. You love me and mommy and even Jacob and tell us every day!</div><div>13. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Pretzel</span> picnics, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Peddie</span> Lake picnics, and surprise picnics!</div><div>14. Chutes and Ladders, Candy land, the Ladybug Game and Animal Scramble all in the same hour....or even half hour....or even 15 minutes!</div><div>15. You go to work every day so I can have a pretty room and Jacob and I can have cool clothes and Mommy can buy black shirts. </div><div>16. You pretend going to Barnes and Noble to watch me play with the train table is really fun.</div><div>17. Tag, lots of tag! Again!</div><div>18. You aren't ashamed to have tea parties with me.</div><div>19. You are patient and I have proof.....these 2 photos and the blog entry on the circus!</div><div></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TB4kpWleBQI/AAAAAAAABzI/Kk9CvvEZaiI/s1600/2010+fathers+day+teapot.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484861689039815938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TB4kpWleBQI/AAAAAAAABzI/Kk9CvvEZaiI/s400/2010+fathers+day+teapot.jpg" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TB4kqr5S4gI/AAAAAAAABzQ/z3QsXU4Z1pE/s1600/06172010+jacob+on+table.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484861711939985922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TB4kqr5S4gI/AAAAAAAABzQ/z3QsXU4Z1pE/s400/06172010+jacob+on+table.jpg" /></a><br /><div>And Finally.....</div><div>20. You couldn't have been happier to make whatever this is.........<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TB4kojz3ZLI/AAAAAAAABzA/7ATXoow8hkM/s1600/2010+fathers+day+fort.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484861675409990834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_lWSgSu5gc/TB4kojz3ZLI/AAAAAAAABzA/7ATXoow8hkM/s400/2010+fathers+day+fort.jpg" /></a><br />We love you Brian!!!!! Thanks for all you do to be an amazing daddy! </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11906207905636981622noreply@blogger.com1