tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84828994444512518532024-02-19T02:22:46.403-05:00Scarlette Rose girlsScarlette Rose girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593077821260273629noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482899444451251853.post-39480775913897867682011-06-26T22:06:00.003-04:002011-06-26T22:39:10.954-04:00She made it!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnkZLNQWTHh-mMss8ODR_mrQlRQhIjhGrjiewE2VCGF9Q6dgwUIRD8cIAcAaEs12vOXC2oIlyustwfdk9HS7C08z400XmvzkleCoO3_ProtKxSI5ibv7TXJLNfEXRidfo6S7F1yB5EFl4/s1600/IMG_4791.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622716562255314578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnkZLNQWTHh-mMss8ODR_mrQlRQhIjhGrjiewE2VCGF9Q6dgwUIRD8cIAcAaEs12vOXC2oIlyustwfdk9HS7C08z400XmvzkleCoO3_ProtKxSI5ibv7TXJLNfEXRidfo6S7F1yB5EFl4/s320/IMG_4791.JPG" /></a> My girl made it all the way to the top of Katahdin!! They were scheduled to hike on Saturday, so they got up bright and early Saturday morning only to be greeted by downpours. They decided to reschedule the hike to that night. I wasn't too crazy about that idea but since I had no way of getting in touch with anyone I just had to deal with it. So I had a glass (2) of wine and then went to bed and prayed till I fell asleep. A night hike is something that more experienced hikers do and since my baby was hiking for the first time in the dark I was one very nervous and worried Momma! I knew the Lord was watching over her as well as her uncles and Daddy and one very special Angel but it was still tough.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbb-0xNqV_-UwS1EiUp378UncS19OJN9JJB4QxMtVUjgGBX2YlKAp5yrYJNuin7RGcYzPYY8Ry1xrXVr5nF7e0EDuwhMnPwHhrfMeAronJ50WzpBwIvajrUzWV-5_xSt_RU_dtZmSlCsQ/s1600/IMG_4815.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622716557256552450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbb-0xNqV_-UwS1EiUp378UncS19OJN9JJB4QxMtVUjgGBX2YlKAp5yrYJNuin7RGcYzPYY8Ry1xrXVr5nF7e0EDuwhMnPwHhrfMeAronJ50WzpBwIvajrUzWV-5_xSt_RU_dtZmSlCsQ/s320/IMG_4815.JPG" /></a> The entire family were meeting at Pelletier's Restaurant at 1pm so I kept busy with the other kiddos until it was time to leave. When I got to the restaurant and laid my eyes on Ava I wrapped her in a big bear hug and then cried tears of relief. She was a sight for this Mommas sore eyes! She looked beyond exhausted but she was still standing.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcKGgSSF5W2-nW243besLuP9hJ2EiNePefb5a5ZP-rJcl36ES4e2HitNFTER1QtknFuEz0aYjdUzPB8NOh0_2_CaaAattw3wJJLvXlit1LuVgH9g6YX_FDz7Y0IOMy5ZCQSaI3pmzmLAk/s1600/IMG_4832.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622716549572276098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcKGgSSF5W2-nW243besLuP9hJ2EiNePefb5a5ZP-rJcl36ES4e2HitNFTER1QtknFuEz0aYjdUzPB8NOh0_2_CaaAattw3wJJLvXlit1LuVgH9g6YX_FDz7Y0IOMy5ZCQSaI3pmzmLAk/s320/IMG_4832.JPG" /></a> I can't even begin to describe how proud I was of that girl! Shawn said she did awesome, not one complaint. The only trouble they had was when they reached the top and it started to hail and Ava got very cold and ended up vomiting so Shawn let everyone know they needed to head back down after they scattered their Dad's ashes. Shawn and his twin brother had to keep huddling with her between them to warm her up and her Uncle Jeff gave her his jacket but she made it back down that mountain.<br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQctgYZJvgClcJb1g0qnht8KxZBCvMpWkPJwEU6jj18LVyEy-EBWNrH1PiPLp8Q9I4fHmahrvP08x6CA-Dckj_Eye22klNMmAnrFV-Jlqelj7etYbgy3-ZnLqfFVWIphmzrWpWtxpqz90/s1600/IMG_4848.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622716546277725490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQctgYZJvgClcJb1g0qnht8KxZBCvMpWkPJwEU6jj18LVyEy-EBWNrH1PiPLp8Q9I4fHmahrvP08x6CA-Dckj_Eye22klNMmAnrFV-Jlqelj7etYbgy3-ZnLqfFVWIphmzrWpWtxpqz90/s320/IMG_4848.JPG" /></a> I noticed after they got back home and Ava was showered and rested that something was different about her. This trip, this journey that she took matured her, brought her closer to God and gave her a confidence she didn't have before she left. Shawn said he bonded with her like never before. He said he had such a good time with her and was so very proud of her. As worried as I was I am so glad she was able to make this trip with her Daddy and uncles and cousin, it will be an unforgettable memory for her and for Shawn.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Scarlette Rose girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593077821260273629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482899444451251853.post-34739991034146283202011-06-17T10:40:00.008-04:002011-06-18T23:01:19.725-04:00Camping<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6-K6Xw_GrHa1B5N6iKAcnv4dXVg9vB2j2_nBj70YJ0-xHVvxCDO_IqfiQHw6V-W7BgjscbcoX3OnerpzfFZHrLZMGGw2erNGSuV24Z906ofWTX6mIm8mxITOS8BwRjw-eM7HFStZlNhs/s1600/IMG_0342.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619529278617510994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6-K6Xw_GrHa1B5N6iKAcnv4dXVg9vB2j2_nBj70YJ0-xHVvxCDO_IqfiQHw6V-W7BgjscbcoX3OnerpzfFZHrLZMGGw2erNGSuV24Z906ofWTX6mIm8mxITOS8BwRjw-eM7HFStZlNhs/s320/IMG_0342.JPG" /></a> This weekend is a bittersweet weekend for my hubby. This weekend he, his brothers, our oldest daughter, Ava, and our oldest nephew Reece will take Paw-Paw's ashes to Mt. Katahdin. For those of you that don't know, Mt Katahdin is a mountain in Maine, it is one end of the Appalachian Trail. Before Shawn's dad passed away he expressed his wishes to be cremated and his ashes to be spread on Katahdin. Every year all four brothers along with their dad would camp at and hike up Katahdin on Father's Day weekend. So on this weekend we will celebrate the father's in our family by paying tribute to a great father who is no longer with us in this life.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirZqSq6toKoTOlStDS8XNI0S6tSkOnamp-WBfrkl4OvffUx23FbPRPJVJ3288gEM6YEoqXTrJJ_CmFAEk_bD0S0z1YYi94RDYqbyBpr_3k5m6ioLPAIOcMEYRnzEoxklpfl_ZRm0fpor0/s1600/IMG_0336.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619529271558562514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirZqSq6toKoTOlStDS8XNI0S6tSkOnamp-WBfrkl4OvffUx23FbPRPJVJ3288gEM6YEoqXTrJJ_CmFAEk_bD0S0z1YYi94RDYqbyBpr_3k5m6ioLPAIOcMEYRnzEoxklpfl_ZRm0fpor0/s320/IMG_0336.JPG" /></a>Because the hike to the top of Katahdin is 9 miles Shawn and I felt we needed to prepare and test Ava to make sure she was capable of handling such a rigorous hike. Last month Shawn took Ava and Anabelle up Cadillac Mountain on a 4.5 mile hike, they did awesome!! They had such a great time and couldn't wait for their next one! We decided to try them on a longer hike, a 7.4 mile hike up Cadillac and to go camping the night before so she could have both experiences.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqrGbejgbb6bNcN2GNNE5NCzCZtZrOjMvcPbi9SP6jIDUxaKQP6bclBd230V0jVZkGfmxG1Exbmsy57SOrUfLl9v14th-FqP_M1cu7EHnH1TWpGPM9xSi2lulJiyWqs3mKYRG92KqdUTM/s1600/IMG_0411.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619529267790874354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqrGbejgbb6bNcN2GNNE5NCzCZtZrOjMvcPbi9SP6jIDUxaKQP6bclBd230V0jVZkGfmxG1Exbmsy57SOrUfLl9v14th-FqP_M1cu7EHnH1TWpGPM9xSi2lulJiyWqs3mKYRG92KqdUTM/s320/IMG_0411.JPG" /></a> So last weekend we headed to Mount Desert Island for the girls first camping trip and my second camping trip ever!! We had such a wonderful time! We left the two younger kiddos at home with my parents and spent some much needed quality time with our big girls. We built a campfire, and set up the tent and our picnic table.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619529263341124962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV9QkEbhJ6Ij8koz-ao-PgaiRVqtygncmPpCxyWUxg7B-ahZ-VUk5XozjxxCs7UHIXGAKn_P2pg-pGrtfa926rwEit01R66FaSXeXo3XTFoP5jrZbUT0XGswilnemaIqT_HRmP4953Boo/s320/IMG_0428.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8BAgmd5hrz7Pk0ETzOq7QRP2YmB4Aa6_UC9kDP9xsjU79D8qcGkPWzKVKf-Ql8GczVu_SW4I0bgUswXb8yrfeaeLNvHWq6NM5TfsAKnTBwN28JnyKpZUC9TGYcox08qm2vUsDMwQ-_KM/s1600/IMG_0416.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619527947553678386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8BAgmd5hrz7Pk0ETzOq7QRP2YmB4Aa6_UC9kDP9xsjU79D8qcGkPWzKVKf-Ql8GczVu_SW4I0bgUswXb8yrfeaeLNvHWq6NM5TfsAKnTBwN28JnyKpZUC9TGYcox08qm2vUsDMwQ-_KM/s320/IMG_0416.JPG" /></a> We then headed out for a walk on one of the trails at the campground. We found an Amphitheater where the girls put on a short impromptu dance show for us!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc8TceDW-5l9OFOkXg9j6ykLDlAz2OlmOklg-Wx6OTUJRhee6eE_TPG3KwLl-K7dJ6rAj0Yb0GR2B_h0fS10RqKvVOpJwyrYn7eSW-3mcdQ3_e8NcrDLWXiqcR8Odp0oz67oPL_bCzQO8/s1600/IMG_0429.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619527947487711762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc8TceDW-5l9OFOkXg9j6ykLDlAz2OlmOklg-Wx6OTUJRhee6eE_TPG3KwLl-K7dJ6rAj0Yb0GR2B_h0fS10RqKvVOpJwyrYn7eSW-3mcdQ3_e8NcrDLWXiqcR8Odp0oz67oPL_bCzQO8/s320/IMG_0429.JPG" /></a>After our walk we went back to camp and cooked our steaks, roasted our marshmallows and then snuggled into our tent for some light reading and a good nights rest. We woke up the next morning to the pitter patter of rain on our tent, and since hiking in the rain isn't really any fun and can be dangerous, we decided after breakfast to pack up and head out.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs1TFBvz4XMEGfF6fM1ejr5txr31ZXWSnRiB4PiW3iVAvRzve0qIVLWZNW49KeC9mVyj9eJbWAdDuP0g3ueeXcul7hRwOwIV7TsgCaWp-5xq1cS0gmxx1qX4CVTO1b5lSoj4mixlVnv68/s1600/IMG_0453.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619527945516064114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs1TFBvz4XMEGfF6fM1ejr5txr31ZXWSnRiB4PiW3iVAvRzve0qIVLWZNW49KeC9mVyj9eJbWAdDuP0g3ueeXcul7hRwOwIV7TsgCaWp-5xq1cS0gmxx1qX4CVTO1b5lSoj4mixlVnv68/s320/IMG_0453.JPG" /></a> We figured we would just drive around the island for a bit since we were already down there and had some time. We came across this trail called Wonder Land, it was pretty short and the rain had lightened up so we thought we'd check it out.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjbBzH8LlfyX6Dw6BAWBzR9g7b5T972_rLk_qSE6xyYhCEKrPXQrxDr0nrULSzk6ADXB7Y4iG4OVZYWeOJ8i4UEGbs2xuhJVaDOQBjMrrk0hyphenhyphenSda_dCWl5uH-NaUePbAuFbOWivVrHVWw/s1600/IMG_0451.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619527942369702578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjbBzH8LlfyX6Dw6BAWBzR9g7b5T972_rLk_qSE6xyYhCEKrPXQrxDr0nrULSzk6ADXB7Y4iG4OVZYWeOJ8i4UEGbs2xuhJVaDOQBjMrrk0hyphenhyphenSda_dCWl5uH-NaUePbAuFbOWivVrHVWw/s320/IMG_0451.JPG" /></a> It was a lovely little trail that lead us to the ocean and then looped back to where we parked our van.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-wXonKt9Jzz_IHR_fqXY_Akdig_vxqaGYQA4Vk8LHUWkWY9wvpXQ6DiWRz8DZnRfYPtqlR9RqJDATTPPKsLvcLnMz_rFXO7gL7GbaSk14JGpj5Riuxe9-xXVwu0m-ROqyagfyLAm9te4/s1600/IMG_0452.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619527936484384226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-wXonKt9Jzz_IHR_fqXY_Akdig_vxqaGYQA4Vk8LHUWkWY9wvpXQ6DiWRz8DZnRfYPtqlR9RqJDATTPPKsLvcLnMz_rFXO7gL7GbaSk14JGpj5Riuxe9-xXVwu0m-ROqyagfyLAm9te4/s320/IMG_0452.JPG" /></a> We also went to see one of the lighthouses on the island and some of the beautiful old Carriage trails as well as some of the ginormous houses! Overall it was such a great weekend and the girls had a wonderful time despite the rain! We will definitely be doing some more camping and hikes this summer!</div><br /><br /><br /><div>I pray that Shawn and Ava and the rest of the group get safely up the mountain and safely back down and that this weekend turns out to be everything the boys are hoping it will be. Happy Father's day to all you Dad's out there. We miss you so very much Paw-Paw. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Scarlette Rose girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593077821260273629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482899444451251853.post-76481820496443260672011-06-15T13:44:00.002-04:002011-06-15T14:15:19.977-04:00First Communion<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfNxJut7X14GlAX4dV_pJ0DpsVPgXJJ56iKMNmI96ZMMDrT60X9m6VctZ6dp_Fww95kKTHIBZbfQyXH9vUistfr15NjhWBCGY5Rw3Q_L0uL7a8oqJXQA4ljYciI47O2X3q1SvltHhGNOs/s1600/IMG_4420.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618504762895871602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfNxJut7X14GlAX4dV_pJ0DpsVPgXJJ56iKMNmI96ZMMDrT60X9m6VctZ6dp_Fww95kKTHIBZbfQyXH9vUistfr15NjhWBCGY5Rw3Q_L0uL7a8oqJXQA4ljYciI47O2X3q1SvltHhGNOs/s320/IMG_4420.JPG" /></a>On May 15<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span>, my oldest daughter, Ava made her First Communion and was Confirmed. She did such a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">wonderful</span> job, very reverent and respectful. I couldn't be more proud of this sweet, thoughtful, intelligent young lady. I think she really gets how special this is and really wanted to partake in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">receiving</span> these sacraments. I don't think I got it at this age and sometimes I still don't feel like I get it. I am proud to call myself Catholic and I'm proud to raise my family Catholic. I'm so <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">grateful</span> that there are so many resources out there for learning more about my faith as an adult. There are so many blogs out there that encourage me to relearn my faith. My favorites are <a href="http://www.conversiondiary.com/">Conversion Diary</a>, <a href="http://www.bettybeguiles.com/">Betty Beguiles</a>,<a href="http://www.melaniepritchard.org/"> Melanie <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Pritchard</span></a>, and my local pick and most <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">recent</span> addition to the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Faves</span> list,<a href="http://www.agiftofgrace.net/"> A Gift of Grace</a>.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiioVhISMr4nHYc7FKNSpHqibiTgGJLh8i2WCi3U5C8qdBNYODtGKpO1wERHm-MI5DaftF1BY9_PDDt6TdSedetOcy7SGib36uU4uXx1-ac2wxPJ8XYtEDfUsVXDBJeeqQDJ1fz71JNFGQ/s1600/IMG_4412.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618504751756026370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiioVhISMr4nHYc7FKNSpHqibiTgGJLh8i2WCi3U5C8qdBNYODtGKpO1wERHm-MI5DaftF1BY9_PDDt6TdSedetOcy7SGib36uU4uXx1-ac2wxPJ8XYtEDfUsVXDBJeeqQDJ1fz71JNFGQ/s320/IMG_4412.JPG" /></a><br />I'm <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">grateful</span> that I have all these women to look to for inspiration, and help on raising a Catholic family in today's world. It's both a difficult time and a wonderful time to raise a Catholic family. Difficult for obvious reasons, we live in a world that is morally corrupt, a world that doesn't hesitate to end an innocent life because they were <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">conceived</span> at an <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">inconvenient</span> time. A world where less is more in terms of clothing, and most people don't know the meaning of the word modesty. A world that sells everything with sex and makes "hooking up" a very acceptable and normal part of the single life. A wonderful time because there are many resources that help us understand the teachings of the church, many people who are being re-educated in the faith and are passing that on to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">their</span> own children. Larger families who are open to life (including ours) are making a big comeback. There are more young men being called to the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">priesthood</span> that are listening! When I was younger I never wanted to cause my children to stand out and go against the grain because that would make their lives more difficult. Now that I'm all grown up I realize that my children do stand out and do go against the grain, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">because</span> they have more then one sibling, are (for the most part) well behaved, well mannered, well dressed children that listen and obey and have a heart for God , and that makes me the proudest mom in the world. We love you Ava <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">Lusena</span> and you are everything we ever could have hoped for in a daughter!! <br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6wjd5YeuECqvSJby_szNZOkyUwrcNLknywriunoVn2h3F0aBQ2ycwohvBer275Q3AbyK-oBudwKTnY2LYYaMjyFg7rUFwxK5oNH4JCPVbg5L8M8JD9nrWGhw_n9x5ZeNPJRK47O41IUI/s1600/IMG_4403.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618504745600806834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6wjd5YeuECqvSJby_szNZOkyUwrcNLknywriunoVn2h3F0aBQ2ycwohvBer275Q3AbyK-oBudwKTnY2LYYaMjyFg7rUFwxK5oNH4JCPVbg5L8M8JD9nrWGhw_n9x5ZeNPJRK47O41IUI/s320/IMG_4403.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Scarlette Rose girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593077821260273629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482899444451251853.post-63558613088960872992011-06-10T23:17:00.009-04:002011-06-13T23:23:16.374-04:00Memorial Day<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617886545369005474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN_1kjPj_kKhnrtM-pz2nzRMEHRLtr_mhFnUuc4IAb0ZMk1UZcuGul-Sod9wYyv9rDpC9q-o9ObxypoPaSoLxKNbSq_y3oTGzqNSihOZ3nsGR1fBJUpt6TkgXMKNojTKkJsTWtddoa3bQ/s320/IMG_4482.JPG" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGw_IFUsq2lZUrRvYXEsSRQPRxK2wR5NZP6CHu-LCaNjIs-gjpdrtURceT7RPx2hXK0x7rMsTuFJ24dqaq9oMrim2rUU-8wh1O2XKei2kkOXf38ZV3Zmg0ANRyWD2Euv5SKLoELpBUJxQ/s1600/IMG_4477.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYODyXE8dqZpwYpKbHTc5JYmRP2Adj7DXsviL4ncMZUSiPvgXTl7Gi2-iUl1Iar2_vRfR7jY2lByhY_bIapPxZ7-t1LLSeo6u4TWJaHdQKlzr5clFYSTBAV_8c7ZCaTM6HcTBz7BY9hAQ/s1600/IMG_4498.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div>Happy Belated Memorial Day my bloggy friends!! How was your Memorial Day? Did you watch a parade, grill out in the backyard, go to the beach, visit a memorial?? I was blessed to be able to spend this Memorial Day weekend with my family.<br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div>We started the weekend off with some dinner at my mother-in-law's with my hubby's twin brother and his family and thier younger brother. Then we headed up the road to the ballfield where they all use to play Little League for a fun family game of Softball. Even Maw-Maw took went up to bat and we discovered that she's pretty darn good at hitting the ball! </div><br /><br /><div>On Sunday we had all of my hubby's family here at our house for a lovely cookout. The kids played outside for hours while the guys hung out around the grill and the ladies alternated tending the children and the kitchen. I love having big gatherings here, it reminds me of when I was a yound child and all of my Mom's family getting together. It was always my favorite thing to do, and is still some of my fondest childhood memories. Little Landon spent hours with his big cousin Reece, he is such a special young man. I have been able to watch him grow from the time he was born and now he his 13, taller then me and quite a handsome guy. </div><br /><br /><div>It was also a little strange to have everyone here excpet my father-in-law. It was really the first holiday gathering with everyone since his passing and he was definately missed. I kept expecting him to walk into my kitchen and strike a conversation about the Lord, his greatest passion. I have to admit, I use to try to duck out of these chats at times, but now I truely miss them. It's funny how true the saying "you don't miss something till it's gone" really is. </div><br /><br /><div>On Monday my oldest, Ava, was in our town's parade, she walked with her softball team. It was a very short parade, from where we were standing we could see the beginning and the end at the same time..... After the parade went home to relax for a bit until my family arrived for our second cookout of the long weekend. Being an only child, my family's gatherings are much smaller but I'm working on making up for that with my own larger family!! ;) </div><br /><br /><div>Overall it was a wonderful and blessed weekend, and reminded me how greatful I am to all the men and women who have served our country, including my father, father-in-law, grandfather, and grandfather-in-law. Thank you to all you have done and continue to do for this great nation. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Scarlette Rose girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593077821260273629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482899444451251853.post-34773001129675238622011-03-21T08:49:00.004-04:002011-03-21T10:40:17.773-04:00Failure<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586527869566084482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7_ZJKWHmnVVs9j6IJlGQYaLx6jw-gpfc0fH7v3w3PoIpIoV9PkMWQi7Uu-XX0VMDE24HvQYg107uwXEc50TVG3o8q60V2JTxPahH0DtLTkzR5wI2i5iYv5VhSsxp2s2UKesSMBBMa9LM/s320/Success_Failure%255B1%255D.jpg" /><br /><div>Sometimes I feel like all I do is fail. Do you ever feel like that? Do all women feel like that? I hear about other women working outside the home and I think wow, they must really have it together, to be able to take care of their home and families and still go to work and use their brains for organizing, for taking care of a sick person, for adding numbers, making phone calls, running a business, etc. It seems like I can barely remember the date most days. Even friends who stay at home seem like they can manage it all. Cleaning, laundry, cooking, emails, kids, errands, and they get all done and even make time to exercise and volunteer! I'm a stay at Mom, and I'm busy, and it's a full time job and blah, blah but you know what I don't do a very good job at it. I set these goals in my head, I'm going to clean on a schedule, I'm going to stick to this diet, I'm going exercise x amount of days of the week, I'm going to play with my children more, be a more loving, patient Mother, and so on. But I never follow through for more then a few days, then I get so frustrated with myself. I compare myself to other women, I put myself down, I throw the towel in and think, "I'm never going to succeed." It frustrates the living daylights out of my husband. I've always struggled with my self-esteem, since I can remember. I'm not sure what really brought it on for me to be honest, it's just always been there. So how do I stop comparing and stop putting myself down and just start doing it? I went to a concert yesterday afternoon and watched <a href="http://www.idobelieve.com/">this</a> amazing women use her gift to touch an entire church full of people, most whom she had never met before. She came from such adversity and rose to super stardom in her home country and then she gave it all up to come here to the United States and restart her life. She was filled with the Holy Spirit as she sang, and I thought to myself, I want to be like that. There I go again, wanting to be someone other then myself, but maybe instead of trying to be her I can look to her for inspiration. After all she is doing this tour to touch people, to share her gift with others and spread the story of our Lord Jesus Christ. Maybe I can take away a small part of what touched me the most which was her genuine belief in and devotion to God and make it a part of me. Maybe by making that small part of her a part of me it will spread to the other areas of my life and I will start succeeding little by little. Most of the time I want to do it all and do it all perfectly or I just don't bother, maybe it's time for me to take it one small step at a time. Maybe if I set my sights on<strong> Him</strong>, through which all things are possible, I can manage to change my life for the better. So instead of focusing on giving up something for Lent I'm going to focus on having self-discipline and living my life the way I <em>really </em>want to live it. The way <strong>He</strong> <em>really</em> wants me to live my life.</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586540406734667826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2sRmTnT3yb759W6cEDCCoGEQbByZqpfANkRVz1rf8JuQw6C3hM_h4IYWuGMAjgX5ZunngGppw2yJ-WfS0-NVC4UFMK8PqWEQ603L4hDzvdGWX5YxqBgXVFdtxQZvtDT90deehLKE8sWc/s320/imagesCAU0WZLW.jpg" />Scarlette Rose girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593077821260273629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482899444451251853.post-40986384512154182662011-03-08T06:04:00.002-05:002011-03-08T06:58:57.647-05:00A DreamI had a dream in the wee hours of the morning this morning. It was a beautiful dream, one that had me weeping for real. I don't believe it was just a succession of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations occurring involuntarily in my mind during a certain stage of sleep. I believe this dream was a gift, from God, and my father-in-law too. I was so moved by this dream and I shared it with Shawn before he left for work this morning and he suggested that I write it down. I don't have a journal these days but this is like a journal for me so I figured it was the best place to "write" down this dream before the memories begin to fade away. <br /><br />In my dream Shawn and I were at his Mom's apartment, it was just the three of us, no kiddos there running around to bug Uncle Jeff, or to chase away from unsuspecting plants. We were sitting on the couch talking when all of sudden my mother-in-law looked up and gasped and said "Bob?!". Shawn and I looked up startled and saw him standing there in front of us. He looked like his old self again. Filled out, bearded with salt and pepper hairs with those dimples of his that my son inherited when he smiled. <br /><br />When my father-in-law, Bob, was ill, a few months before he passed away he grew extremely thin and frail and shaved off his beard and rarely smiled.<br /><br />Bob smiled and said "Well yes Sue, of course it's me". She was so shocked that words escaped her as she stared in disbelief. Suddenly we all realized that he didn't realize he had passed away. He went into the kitchen and got the keys to his truck, Paw Paw's monster truck as we all liked to call it. When he came back into the living room Sue said "Honey where are you going?" He responded, " I have a few errands to run and then I was going to get the mail." Sue looked at Shawn and asked if she should tell him, Shawn said he thought she should. So Sue looked at him lovingly and said "Bob, honey, you know I love you and I'm so glad you're here right now, but..." Suddenly realization washed over Bob's face. "I know, Sue, it's okay, I just forgot, things got a little confusing on my way here." With that she stood up and hugged him and Shawn and I followed her, tears streaming down our faces. How, why, what is going on all came tumbling out of our mouths. He said "Sue, I saw him you know. It's amazing there, words cannot begin to describe what I saw. But the Lord told me I needed to come back here to let you all know I'm okay, that I'm more then okay, I'm whole again, nothing hurts, there is no more struggle for me now, I have peace. And he wanted me to share with you the truth" Sue wanted to know how long he had here and he told her not too long but long enough. With that we all decided to spend some time visiting outside where this family spent much of their time together. Shawn went to get the phone to call his brothers and Bob came over to me and put his arm around me and said something about being sorry he didn't reach out to me while he was here. <br /><br />My father-in-law was never a very emotional man and I never felt that loving father feeling from him, I often felt kept at a distance.<br /><br /> He put his arm around me and said " You know I love you, right?" I said " Yes and I love you too"<br /><br />It was so emotional for me to hear that, I cannot relive that scene in my dream without welling up with tears. <br /><br />We went on to visit for several hours, each of the boys spending some time with him doing different things, I didn't get to see what, but he went for a walk on a trail with Shawn and I. I walked ahead so Shawn and his Dad could have some time together just the two of them. I knew that Bob would be giving him some wonderful wisdom and I thought it should be done without me. Later in the day we were all outside under the shade of some trees with a group of strangers when all of sudden I realized that we were saying Mass. Shawn's Mom and Dad who had long since left the Catholic church and Shawn's brothers who were all in very different places with their faith and belief in God. There was no priest saying this Mass, Shawn's father was with us in the crowd but was leading all of the prayers, we all were looking up toward God. Shawn and I looked at each other stunned and then that look of realization washed over our faces this time. This is where we were suppose to be, this was the truth.<br /><br /> For this to be a part of this dream was actually quite stunning to me as Shawn's father often preached against churches in general but even more specifically against the Catholic church. Shawn and I often find ourselves questioning and wondering about teachings and practices in the Catholic church and I have been praying for some time that God show me the "Truth". <br /><br />We had the Eucharist and concluded Mass. My dream skipped to another scene, outside of Sue and Bob's apartment. "It's time", Bob said. Sue began to cry and Bob wrapped her in his arms and said to her, " Sue, it's going to be okay, you are going to be okay. I will always be looking down on you and you will not be alone, you have our boys and their families. You are surrounded by love. One day you will see me again." Not long after that we all said our goodbyes and then Josh, the oldest son, walked Bob up the hill past their apartment and he disappeared into the air. <br /><br />I woke up after that and laid in bed with my eyes closed savoring the memory of the dream. I have never had a dream about a family member that has passed away nor have I had a dream so vivid and so full of emotion. It was a beautiful gift, one that I will never forget.Scarlette Rose girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593077821260273629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482899444451251853.post-20019110604865455632011-01-22T16:22:00.003-05:002011-01-22T16:45:21.614-05:00Mourning and celebrating<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqykeMBNsB9Lbv_3hGdj8WicP1tdFcX6CES0bACq4RzwfniYvPMsheTQW6vHTzd9irkuZinlwQ2v1JHFb4TmRPS-E9dOHaRJz_aqqdWVLVVZcHs7s_-wimdcxVI9Bd1PjFgFjkaefCCPE/s1600/Dad+2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565129576938833490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqykeMBNsB9Lbv_3hGdj8WicP1tdFcX6CES0bACq4RzwfniYvPMsheTQW6vHTzd9irkuZinlwQ2v1JHFb4TmRPS-E9dOHaRJz_aqqdWVLVVZcHs7s_-wimdcxVI9Bd1PjFgFjkaefCCPE/s320/Dad+2.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I'm sorry it's been so long, again, since I posted last but I honestly haven't felt much like posting lately. I haven't been able to find the words to post lately. On January 5th my sweet father-in-law went home to be with our Savior. He took his last breaths in his home surrounded by his loving wife of almost 40 years and his four boys. I got to be a witness the night before when they made the decision to bring him to the ER to get his pain under control. I witnessed the most beautiful outpouring of love and prayer I have ever witnessed. My husband and his brothers all wept and told him how they loved him and were there for him. They read to him from his Bible, verses of encouragement, mostly Psalms. It was so amazing to watch. I am so grateful that he is at peace and that he is with Jesus Christ, he devoted his life to reading God's word and now he is in his Kingdom! We are really trying to celebrate the life he lived, but I am so sad for the memories that we won't be able create with him. I am sad that my son will never know his Grandfather in this life. I am sad that we had to watch such a strong man whittle away to weakness and frailty. It is a process and one that I have to admit most of us are going through really well but I worry about my youngest brother-in-law. He is my age and is divorced with a son who lives with his mother several states away. He lost his wife, his son, his job, his home, his vehicle and his license. After his wife left with their son he took up drinking heavily which led to the loss of everything else. He is living with my mother-in-law and has been for awhile now so he had to help with his father's care for the last month or so of his life and it has taken a toll on him. He is laid off for the winter and is falling into a depression. Please pray for him, his name is Jeff and I love him like he's my own brother and I'm really worried about him. Please also prayer for the rest of the family for understanding and peace. </div>Scarlette Rose girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593077821260273629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482899444451251853.post-82530140022876468912010-12-30T16:39:00.003-05:002010-12-30T17:04:19.817-05:00I really hate Influenza...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq3YPPitP4VAavhWStGXkjeA3aa3vO7P8-igZnHFvBP-Ivn-gb6iHBBL5PUa1zUf2YT1JgbH0F8098Uu_kcOvhrMJE9dQxopSeU9gXGNG_WzD-vCaPTsTQiDVZ71sT1vpBhsffy7AEoUM/s1600/IMG_3770.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556593710275411202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq3YPPitP4VAavhWStGXkjeA3aa3vO7P8-igZnHFvBP-Ivn-gb6iHBBL5PUa1zUf2YT1JgbH0F8098Uu_kcOvhrMJE9dQxopSeU9gXGNG_WzD-vCaPTsTQiDVZ71sT1vpBhsffy7AEoUM/s320/IMG_3770.JPG" /></a><br /><div>My poor little guy is fighting a nasty bug. It's been diagnosed as Influenza pending the test results. Shawn and I decided to forgo the flu shots this year. I didn't really like getting them last year but I did it because he was such a little thing and I felt it was best. I'm not anti-vaccinations, my kiddos are all up to date on them but we do follow our own schedule as I don't care for the whole 5 in one thing. Too many things for a little one's immune system to take on at once in my humble opinion. I feel so bad that he is feeling awful, his temps have reached 104 at the highest. We've done a lot of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">tubbies</span> and a lot of Tylenol. He is doing a little better today but my little man who usually shovels the food in is not really eating much of anything. I hate feeling helpless as a Mom, it's the worst feeling. The past two nights he has been in our bed with us and crying out and squirming in discomfort, the only thing I could do for him was rock, sing softly and pray. God answered my prayers both nights and allowed my son to fall into a peaceful sleep, snuggled against my chest. If anyone out there is reading this, can you please pray for my little guy? Thank you,</div><div> </div><div>Alicia</div>Scarlette Rose girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593077821260273629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482899444451251853.post-81274492884558302152010-12-29T11:13:00.007-05:002010-12-29T15:27:18.488-05:00Merry Christmas-a little late<div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556144672574357730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6wAAlEevEdc9prtyzrnAcAj7qUTow2xPlW_S2aUUL2jBBPfIP9tuUjHBjemqGkHA2wz8srHI_f8Y0PXpAjfJY7i8jk4Uf5wc0KHGR3HXsX_aM9hnZfY16Hmw9AuJTvn25Mx_ywuv8TyA/s320/IMG_3811.JPG" />Merry Christmas!! Better late then never I like to say! It was a good Christmas, a little stressful at times, but good. Sometimes I really forget to look at all I have and realize just how blessed I am. A wonderful husband who loves our children and is loved back <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">fiercely</span> by them. FOUR healthy, beautiful, wonderful, amazing children that I adore. A roof over my head, a reliable car to drive, good, healthy food on our table and nice clothes on our backs. Sometimes I get so caught up in the whirlwind of our society telling us we should have bigger houses, nicer clothes, better cars etc, etc that I forget to look at what I do have and feel blessed. That is something that every Christmas I get reminded of. Something about the beauty and magic and spirit of that day make me stop and shed tears in utter amazement of what I have been blessed with. This Christmas it was even more <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">prevalent</span> as I stood by my father-in-laws bedside and watched him painstakingly open his gifts. The cancer is taking away the once strong, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">healthly</span> man and replacing it with a thin, frail, weak man. It is so hard to watch, it is breaking our oldest daughters heart and our oldest nephews heart. But we have all learned different things from this journey, things that we never would have learned. My husband is learning to lean on God more, to have more faith in Him. His <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">relationship</span> with the Lord is growing, God is drawing him closer. It's one of the things I read about in other people's blogs, and experienced myself after my miscarriages but I've never witnessed it through someone else so close to me. Through our trials and tribulations come blessings and lessons, and how very blessed I am this Christmas season!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEj2vrDAwPSCLMcBUDfTdmmoqqmLpVFFT8Kmvm_zPDtG8QzrVx-hdrXaJhig4JNJhfTfpWauJQdvgU6oafG8kUmWjSSKTvlih9SegD3NTyMK8l6dULicgCdgFf-f_G6Y9yu3UsHldkJVw/s1600/IMG_3870.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556146958474756066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEj2vrDAwPSCLMcBUDfTdmmoqqmLpVFFT8Kmvm_zPDtG8QzrVx-hdrXaJhig4JNJhfTfpWauJQdvgU6oafG8kUmWjSSKTvlih9SegD3NTyMK8l6dULicgCdgFf-f_G6Y9yu3UsHldkJVw/s200/IMG_3870.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Scarlette Rose girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593077821260273629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482899444451251853.post-71861386885282463322010-12-08T09:34:00.002-05:002010-12-08T10:04:36.852-05:00A Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad DayThis week my husband had to go away for some business training. He left Sunday afternoon and will return Thursday night. The last time he went away was when Landon was about 2 months old. It was a little scary at first to be on my own with four little ones for a few days, but we managed and everything went fine. I was again a little nervous this time, Landon is mobile now which makes the evening routine a little more challenging but I've got it down. The few things I expected to be a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">challenge</span> have been fine, it was the few things I was not expecting that became big <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">challenges</span> for me this week.. Like the snow storm that I didn't see coming, bikes still in the yard, wheel borrow still in the yard, lawn mower still out.....you get the idea. I didn't even know where my scraper was, let alone how I was going to get the driveway cleaned. My husband suggested a friend to call and come snow blow but let's face it everyone is busy these days with their own families. My Dad just had a plow installed on his truck this summer so I figured he would probably come do the driveway. I forgot however that there is a learning curve, as with anything, to plowing driveways. Hopefully he didn't scrape up too much of my lawn..... Then there was the pellet stove that began misbehaving the day after my hubby left. It started with my stove doors becoming pitch black with creosote, a small "explosion" inside the stove, a 911 call placed and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">ended</span> with the pellet stove company sending out a repair <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">technician</span> only to tell me it was clogged up and the pipes needing cleaning. My husband was not impressed to say the least and we had a few not so <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">pleasant</span> conversations. Then I discovered another problem with another area in my life that I'm not even going to get into here. UGH!!!! Seriously, I wanted to climb into my bed, pull the covers over my head and pretend the day hadn't happened. But God knows better because he blessed me with four children to keep me too busy to crawl into bed and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">wallow</span> in self pity. So I fed my blessings, bathed them, read the girls a book while my baby drank his milk. I kissed the little man goodnight, said prayers with my girls and tucked them all in for the night. After a glass of wine, a calmer conversation with my husband and a heartwarming conversation with my Mom I went to bed and ended that terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day!Scarlette Rose girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593077821260273629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482899444451251853.post-45379795419851621332010-12-01T06:52:00.002-05:002010-12-03T15:32:37.279-05:00TuesdaysSo Tuesday is my busy day, and I say busy but really it's more like I'm running around all day. First thing, I get the big girls on the school bus, then I finish getting Charlotte and Landon ready and we head off to preschool drop off, kiss Charlotte, off we go. Landon and I head to the gym, where I take my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">fav</span> new class right now, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">BodyFlow</span>. I LOVE that class, it is full of yoga and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Tai</span> Chi and at the end there is the meditation, oh how I love the meditation...... It just starts my day off oh so right. I just wish I could sneak it in before my kiddos wake up! Then I head to my big girls school where I do lunch duty for <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Kindergarten</span> and then Second grade, with a break in between for the first grade lunch. The break gives me just enough time to feed Landon his lunch. From there we usually head to a store to grocery shop or pick up a few forgotten items. We pick Charlotte up at 2:30, then on to the big girls at 2:55 and then FINALLY home! Whew, that was a lot <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">just</span> typing it! It's funny I started this post on Wednesday morning and it is now Friday afternoon. I guess that's why I don't post as much as I would like. Anyway, another super, busy day in my week has come and past. Thursday..... it's even busier then Tuesday! Thursday morning starts out much like Tuesday does, put big girls on bus, drop off Charlotte at school, and then head out to grocery shop or run some other errand. Charlotte gets picked up at 11:45 on Thursdays, so I pick her up after errands, head home, have lunch. Then I put Landon down for a nap and Charlotte in room time and attempt to tidy up the house, throw together dinner and pack snacks. At roughly 2:30 we leave to pick up the big girls from school and head to Gymnastics, a thirty minute drive away. The girls shovel in snack on the way and then rush into class with barely enough time to change into leotards. After Gymnastics we rush home and eat dinner and every other Thursday night I run Ava to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Girlscouts</span> after dinner. Let's not forget about dinner clean up and bath and bedtime of course too!! It's Friday and I'm tired and I'm glad it's almost the weekend........Scarlette Rose girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593077821260273629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482899444451251853.post-3163605530770414202010-11-19T20:53:00.007-05:002010-11-19T21:16:51.529-05:00November<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizpG3MnSAb0DnZui7S7VuFLwCGoI5SZJWzbf0lHDSiyB3odAcdyk653K5gq8dxehzomKYFllXmUwX9W2ZLdGAp9AwMSBFsDDgFU_P_vwq561HXEXpoZbuKyCzSla2-FKVkrrbtt1Io8Cs/s1600/IMG_3565.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541449415992219170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizpG3MnSAb0DnZui7S7VuFLwCGoI5SZJWzbf0lHDSiyB3odAcdyk653K5gq8dxehzomKYFllXmUwX9W2ZLdGAp9AwMSBFsDDgFU_P_vwq561HXEXpoZbuKyCzSla2-FKVkrrbtt1Io8Cs/s200/IMG_3565.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtnCOXTn8SxQGLMUx2ZSbQMKP1hpxq67Gpyjdy_TLb81VMPpFlhwZpoYLkMHVkkbitN78uQ0ULwMroiKoOsWRqCJhrjr5ab_GkaTcj0docq61lr1RITJv7ss4D3vbtB3GPPlXVtT8GA3g/s1600/IMG_3516.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541448804160639394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtnCOXTn8SxQGLMUx2ZSbQMKP1hpxq67Gpyjdy_TLb81VMPpFlhwZpoYLkMHVkkbitN78uQ0ULwMroiKoOsWRqCJhrjr5ab_GkaTcj0docq61lr1RITJv7ss4D3vbtB3GPPlXVtT8GA3g/s320/IMG_3516.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Ok, getting better it's only been 3 months! Oh my I really do need to be more faithful to my blog. I am so good at reading blogs, just not so good at posting on mine! November is my busy month for sure. For most it's probably December, and don't get me wrong that's a busy month to, but November takes the cake. Three of my four children were born in November. Then of course there is Thanksgiving, usually hosted at our house. Which I love, I love to host things, if I had a bigger house and, well just a bigger house, I would host ALL the time!! So we had family birthdays for my girls and then an everyone party for Landon's first birthday. I was in such a whirlwind for the first two weeks of this month I'm surprised I never forgot anyone anywhere! Of course now I am paying for the business, <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcB92bdn8aT-Akf_WoIXb4OzbfBpDyEfrQBKhXLOj2lDgamUEZv7VakcVOQXTx6kL6hq5haeKMQZ_y9oXzixSwmJqlAgO-w9ZYY_d3vIaZ_XNP07l_JMBM4kJzFl2Rjavzx3EzJrlXZuo/s1600/IMG_3622.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541449819081100338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcB92bdn8aT-Akf_WoIXb4OzbfBpDyEfrQBKhXLOj2lDgamUEZv7VakcVOQXTx6kL6hq5haeKMQZ_y9oXzixSwmJqlAgO-w9ZYY_d3vIaZ_XNP07l_JMBM4kJzFl2Rjavzx3EzJrlXZuo/s200/IMG_3622.JPG" /></a>we all have colds. Hopefully we will be back to ourselves next week in time to have Thanksgiving dinner. It will be a hard Thanksgiving this year. All of Shawn's family will be there with the knowledge that this may be the last Thanksgiving we have with his Dad. His condition has worsened considerably. I think that after this holiday everyone will realize just how sick he really is. We are the only ones that live close so we have been able to see more of a gradual decline in his health and appearance but everyone else only sees him once in awhile so it's shocking to see this once robust, active and strong man so weak, frail and sickly. It is breaking my husbands heart, it is breaking my heart, but I know that one day soon God will heal his body, whether here on earth in this life or home to heaven for the next I know he will heal him and free him from his suffering. I only pray that God brings the family peace, and acceptance when that time comes. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541448198049534530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsTQT_RlEoxAaYZ9vou6bx1njq010obyvrogqVp3TV1EhyphenhyphenysP4sxHiZp7_sxLSM6xkxHCJBvCppxYe5R5u2a6fo73TPvF629GvVqYeXBryElbZfEIVX_YNQHqW8eMPrhN4ccIQjXj474o/s320/1DSC_0010_edited-1.jpg" /></div></div></div></div>Scarlette Rose girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593077821260273629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482899444451251853.post-43865988448648513352010-08-24T22:13:00.005-04:002010-11-19T22:06:14.446-05:00A year gone by...<div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy4cWhwGJcxDjWeCS_eImWrJyrs6T3BO72jGeZmAARCl4sm4Ql1KMFNhdW2L-jgN2Dsjd7yb0FcLD-cGtup4ol48o5U6b75JFfGuy6YFlB-bhFuJAHFhJVp6aikoqGdWNBvVVHODm6beE/s1600/IMG_3151.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541459615524762818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy4cWhwGJcxDjWeCS_eImWrJyrs6T3BO72jGeZmAARCl4sm4Ql1KMFNhdW2L-jgN2Dsjd7yb0FcLD-cGtup4ol48o5U6b75JFfGuy6YFlB-bhFuJAHFhJVp6aikoqGdWNBvVVHODm6beE/s200/IMG_3151.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoCchcW0l6LdteSVDYp9KVxSZdD0iIbUBcQGewkdzVVK88APQTpwA9S7bwAqt4o8U2RmQysjdG9mfSHeJn9alsGhHC7Hm3SpZan4ruyaVdQguBk9pbFWgaCdCZfdqO7rfKo7zZz7xP4vk/s1600/IMG_1714.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541459208913116386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoCchcW0l6LdteSVDYp9KVxSZdD0iIbUBcQGewkdzVVK88APQTpwA9S7bwAqt4o8U2RmQysjdG9mfSHeJn9alsGhHC7Hm3SpZan4ruyaVdQguBk9pbFWgaCdCZfdqO7rfKo7zZz7xP4vk/s200/IMG_1714.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>A whole year has gone by. Well more then a year actually! A new school year is about to begin. A school year filled with firsts. My first baby is off to second grade, my second baby is off to kindergarden, my third is off to preschool! Oh and my fourth baby, my little BOY, will be one in November! Yup, we had a boy, a handsome, sweet, lovable little boy, who is the light of his Daddy's eye. This school year I will be serving as the PTO Secretary which I'm really looking forward to. I will also be spending this year searching my heart about weather or not I want my children to remain in public schools. I've been feeling the pulling at my heart for some time now to look into homeschooling, but I always ignore it. I'm not cut out for that, I'm not smart enough, I like having that freedom while they're in school, I always tell myself. But God always knows just the right perso<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu3U34M1sVnzCRD0WTrc4aCGn1zdilMAHl2dpBTGW_aAGd4Ow1oZh5Hy1TM50JBBBxTVXEaRJmDtgVx_rDDvYbWGpf5C6TH2IrRLRfAlrH2m-iDBexnAxW8cTJyMSpjSV2qupCB3ijozM/s1600/IMG_3197.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541460105560082738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu3U34M1sVnzCRD0WTrc4aCGn1zdilMAHl2dpBTGW_aAGd4Ow1oZh5Hy1TM50JBBBxTVXEaRJmDtgVx_rDDvYbWGpf5C6TH2IrRLRfAlrH2m-iDBexnAxW8cTJyMSpjSV2qupCB3ijozM/s200/IMG_3197.JPG" /></a>ns and situations I need so he<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO4G9OEleuX4LJf9yC-K9dSbhyyF2OsLnlnp5WxEY2yr2Ju2dy9lpdFd9IBg-ARDY8lfBo0BPDdFhcQ0LN1u6TEWi8YLRLXyqaPo9QqZZ8Mcy-GXUGP0yubE1bxqdfHlVjyaLP5XQNkBw/s1600/IMG_3212.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541460619006472786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO4G9OEleuX4LJf9yC-K9dSbhyyF2OsLnlnp5WxEY2yr2Ju2dy9lpdFd9IBg-ARDY8lfBo0BPDdFhcQ0LN1u6TEWi8YLRLXyqaPo9QqZZ8Mcy-GXUGP0yubE1bxqdfHlVjyaLP5XQNkBw/s200/IMG_3212.JPG" /></a> can work on my heart. I've also been thinking a lot about what I want to do in the future when my kiddos are older and no longer need me quite so much. Don't get me wrong I want to remain a stay at home Mom until the baby goes off to college but let's face it, they're are things that I could do with my life that would serve a greater purpose then cleaning my house. I would really like to become a certified Doula, Hypnobirthing instructor, and NFP instructor. That seems like a lot and maybe I won't do it all at once, but I really want to share with other women how truly beautiful birthing can be. I will also be spending this year supporting my husband and his journey with his father. Shawn's dad was diagnosed 2 months ago with Lung cancer, we don't what stage or how far it may have spread. For now he has chosen faith healing and no further testing. It will be a test of everyone involved's faith. Well that is it for now my faithful blog readers who I'm sure have long since given up on me ever posting again!! Goodnight!</div></div></div></div>Scarlette Rose girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593077821260273629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482899444451251853.post-1863071891608015622009-06-03T15:04:00.003-04:002009-07-27T13:49:57.298-04:00Catch up time!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7MbaUQZFZeSzbGoKJEWcYxaup2lQda-pc0nQ0Ax_Fjkiq44IPeM6yKmfB0NtS6CTQGrlGr4MxyoArMC1bHD9Eg2GK5OYX-CRuo3K3t-IVT7uR3cEIZ-NV4JsSWS8A23MMRX-Xaera37w/s1600-h/IMG_0304.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343180925978712130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7MbaUQZFZeSzbGoKJEWcYxaup2lQda-pc0nQ0Ax_Fjkiq44IPeM6yKmfB0NtS6CTQGrlGr4MxyoArMC1bHD9Eg2GK5OYX-CRuo3K3t-IVT7uR3cEIZ-NV4JsSWS8A23MMRX-Xaera37w/s200/IMG_0304.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So I'm going to be playing catch up for a little while since I'm apparently a slacker blogger! I will date them appropriately so they will go in order. I think I got discouraged because I didn't have any comments which made me think that no one was even visiting. I've come to realize lately however that it's really not about the people who come to read my blog but about the memories that this blog will capture for me and my family. It will force me to pick up my camera more and to spend a little more time focusing on the good things that have happened each day. So my goal is to blog each day, even if only a tiny bit. </div>Scarlette Rose girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593077821260273629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482899444451251853.post-89331491711652335042009-05-18T22:50:00.000-04:002009-08-07T11:24:38.125-04:00Ballerinas<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367235524555008210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjePz4GXmizHd3X59rFC4Nx6VM7Mq-rWHL4uqo-bPthbwfgJiroSPAv0zOMSSFEkTt0UZQWpltvTLuBMR4XQiMFDnGIbaPZUd4UG08tCAWqjh93oCvDTH6T7_YKf7Xb2kzRdyK_78chJ-w/s320/IMG_0644.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><div><div>Well now that they've seen their sister be a beautiful ballerina they've all caught the dance fever! Aren't they too cute!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZepo9KF2w7wsvY-fIKgRcffR2gCGxOhTNQIDTGF4-ef65DZqtzyDBGYHigXUnHbJbidFu7IovVPsddBs5JfCncc6Gfuqs-PMaYs9kkQNxvC4gZ-8zkKeE0PrnCHKipQ8v0PSdOlTX5Yo/s1600-h/IMG_0652.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367239096383215202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZepo9KF2w7wsvY-fIKgRcffR2gCGxOhTNQIDTGF4-ef65DZqtzyDBGYHigXUnHbJbidFu7IovVPsddBs5JfCncc6Gfuqs-PMaYs9kkQNxvC4gZ-8zkKeE0PrnCHKipQ8v0PSdOlTX5Yo/s200/IMG_0652.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWLjiKoAak1eOBr5BsmSqUsPZXLDSOV59sdRxhYF4YgISeopK4CcBmt7A7NKVAaSSFOFLSA7ve0O3YW3_a4NJ6kGc_UFC-9XaJC9YGA_yDAVctcYs-TQwESaKypnMrDn8a3R1RmBGgtg0/s1600-h/IMG_0650.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367236102253813010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWLjiKoAak1eOBr5BsmSqUsPZXLDSOV59sdRxhYF4YgISeopK4CcBmt7A7NKVAaSSFOFLSA7ve0O3YW3_a4NJ6kGc_UFC-9XaJC9YGA_yDAVctcYs-TQwESaKypnMrDn8a3R1RmBGgtg0/s200/IMG_0650.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367241346513620482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWiv3kMtJ_pnpr1FE6ZS_sySk7BPK5jjAy0ZbF5nFb0aOKXPPiTer9bdS65vadsPlPfTBU44_Ux4ORJ4sEXCbdrbaxB-q5neIVrjnFgJi5zbpkdfGXQoAxCgbudXXFn2tLocB9YgogjN4/s200/IMG_0651.JPG" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWLjiKoAak1eOBr5BsmSqUsPZXLDSOV59sdRxhYF4YgISeopK4CcBmt7A7NKVAaSSFOFLSA7ve0O3YW3_a4NJ6kGc_UFC-9XaJC9YGA_yDAVctcYs-TQwESaKypnMrDn8a3R1RmBGgtg0/s1600-h/IMG_0650.JPG"></a></div></div></div></div>Scarlette Rose girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593077821260273629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482899444451251853.post-16204454580796256192009-05-16T22:43:00.001-04:002009-08-07T10:50:39.873-04:00Pizza, picnic, and a movie<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNxvrNmQJrvqPVfEjxfWx0lpje5zza_tGl3O_uq5nMoh7BZyg9gukC9g2-Ixvg2tUHndXouoqZ0Rn-nYbglDd6TbsSfH47mUQjSyUXs5RqwGdcZFUp7ApFbZIL2f9ihoa7RsxrFyjkOLw/s1600-h/IMG_0642.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367233141943940898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNxvrNmQJrvqPVfEjxfWx0lpje5zza_tGl3O_uq5nMoh7BZyg9gukC9g2-Ixvg2tUHndXouoqZ0Rn-nYbglDd6TbsSfH47mUQjSyUXs5RqwGdcZFUp7ApFbZIL2f9ihoa7RsxrFyjkOLw/s320/IMG_0642.JPG" border="0" /></a> We decided that it would be fun to have a living room picnic with pizza and a movie. It's been a boring Saturday so we thought we'd liven it up a bit before bedtime! The girls thought it was the best thing since sliced bread! I love how easy they are to please, well most of the time anyway! :) <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipZl4DM09p5K6SCukZoiE52l6kDKqLgSBQABNspActAylyYbbCzWPgE7AMdKCyhbJhtSr6WAtVd6YNFigWiIMsenvrUJrIoT-IrXkBReii5WvwwT8oFVDL5jth7_3Py859rRA-5cHwbJw/s1600-h/IMG_0643.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367234255374642754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipZl4DM09p5K6SCukZoiE52l6kDKqLgSBQABNspActAylyYbbCzWPgE7AMdKCyhbJhtSr6WAtVd6YNFigWiIMsenvrUJrIoT-IrXkBReii5WvwwT8oFVDL5jth7_3Py859rRA-5cHwbJw/s200/IMG_0643.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipZl4DM09p5K6SCukZoiE52l6kDKqLgSBQABNspActAylyYbbCzWPgE7AMdKCyhbJhtSr6WAtVd6YNFigWiIMsenvrUJrIoT-IrXkBReii5WvwwT8oFVDL5jth7_3Py859rRA-5cHwbJw/s1600-h/IMG_0643.JPG"></a> </div></div>Scarlette Rose girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593077821260273629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482899444451251853.post-66293878786856925542009-05-09T22:34:00.000-04:002009-08-07T10:43:48.165-04:00Shake Your Tail Feathers!<div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_qEmtVlyaA_EUvM5eiPY8my4WfJIgAHR8QSAoMLsZ26sh0XO3ntszEEDNYdAGd8UcDi0j4Hu2WNkL7wsnnWxz_GnzwKDvkzyK7r2aunckhXH_si84XjjOo0a_78JZAQ8bbxiLvvPzfJY/s1600-h/IMG_0639.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367231157683853906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_qEmtVlyaA_EUvM5eiPY8my4WfJIgAHR8QSAoMLsZ26sh0XO3ntszEEDNYdAGd8UcDi0j4Hu2WNkL7wsnnWxz_GnzwKDvkzyK7r2aunckhXH_si84XjjOo0a_78JZAQ8bbxiLvvPzfJY/s320/IMG_0639.JPG" border="0" /></a> My Ava, she had her first dance class this spring and this was her year end recital. She was so adorable and we were so proud!! Dancing is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">definitely</span> her thing and she's good at it! I can't wait to watch <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGcUh_VscTAkNOtQ02_De836FjvSKKla1xoewwmTuRHqdWTC1CEZfK50gikTzYlElTnwfZYZUaY4uwagzFRA0vvN7Pstt-PecYu4hVhlYCM0SrtsctrNBfjP8T56hYhZEIXwok5JohR_Q/s1600-h/IMG_0637.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367231812660736034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGcUh_VscTAkNOtQ02_De836FjvSKKla1xoewwmTuRHqdWTC1CEZfK50gikTzYlElTnwfZYZUaY4uwagzFRA0vvN7Pstt-PecYu4hVhlYCM0SrtsctrNBfjP8T56hYhZEIXwok5JohR_Q/s200/IMG_0637.JPG" border="0" /></a>her grow in this new love. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbi-LEj9-dfOukjFlWarPWG0qFBE-0t7Cl5gOAevsq4XZWg9_QM35si4iKQFFE4c-HMqB3E4zjx0D-FVx0fPx86puKEEYUvIAXctraAfiVrbMUMgN9OkAw4h10a6yBgBECbIcH4IOz_Ew/s1600-h/IMG_0633.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367232230865284338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbi-LEj9-dfOukjFlWarPWG0qFBE-0t7Cl5gOAevsq4XZWg9_QM35si4iKQFFE4c-HMqB3E4zjx0D-FVx0fPx86puKEEYUvIAXctraAfiVrbMUMgN9OkAw4h10a6yBgBECbIcH4IOz_Ew/s200/IMG_0633.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div>Scarlette Rose girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593077821260273629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482899444451251853.post-70644712757468549682009-04-21T10:28:00.001-04:002009-08-07T10:33:50.772-04:00Soooo excited!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrQ0paS6N7vbzhXlU1DOJXeEKntbzMQiYgrR6UxWRKQdS5nWuQiBHjCJWuMB4OOnacAsOn41ytv-7h2zONzBPOMtx-MQHoCb6s_Dh6c4m2kyrgiZ9QCeKjuvzS6nJ-t9aR-ld2X_8mzE0/s1600-h/IMG_0631.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367229936827492098" 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/AVvXsEjrQ0paS6N7vbzhXlU1DOJXeEKntbzMQiYgrR6UxWRKQdS5nWuQiBHjCJWuMB4OOnacAsOn41ytv-7h2zONzBPOMtx-MQHoCb6s_Dh6c4m2kyrgiZ9QCeKjuvzS6nJ-t9aR-ld2X_8mzE0/s400/IMG_0631.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>My girls are so excited to be big sisters, again and for the first time! Just seeing thier little faces light up warmed my heart. Hopefully they will forgive my future hormonal days in which I'm grumpy, or irritable or even irrational, cause that will happen I'm sure!</div>Scarlette Rose girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593077821260273629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482899444451251853.post-88389883368125474652009-04-20T13:50:00.000-04:002009-07-27T14:29:05.742-04:00Our little peanut!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsCkkUmo0iHMTM-zI5gyTI6sjE-VUMHGlX3EThlOw66VDNGG4Ru_si_QZFyzWOtaNn1nJTibYwLC-E1LZOW9dfalJw-hhjYxeAMvaV3WTjXuKs-S9RkpQD1Svq5NrG7hwch3nlFMMwNm8/s1600-h/IMG_0628.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363208591157104354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsCkkUmo0iHMTM-zI5gyTI6sjE-VUMHGlX3EThlOw66VDNGG4Ru_si_QZFyzWOtaNn1nJTibYwLC-E1LZOW9dfalJw-hhjYxeAMvaV3WTjXuKs-S9RkpQD1Svq5NrG7hwch3nlFMMwNm8/s320/IMG_0628.JPG" border="0" /></a> Oh I can't even begin to tell you how my heart soared during this ultrasound! I was literally holding my breath while my midwife got everything set up, and then when the picture on the screen showed our beautiful baby's heart beating!!!!! I was sooo excited and relieved, Praise God!!!!!! Here<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEAm9ULyCUAyzPFFj_FfQwc9YDoMaQkuTkY8j5H0dMMrH81hvQ8VoMJAF8zEgSuW-pud-mg4ZyHd6H-X3HHTkcAzp35FqBjnYU1ajAlNlATPXO_gz_iMDDMdOM4WQ0UqLl5mANw41Bjmg/s1600-h/IMG_0630.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363208178862742146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEAm9ULyCUAyzPFFj_FfQwc9YDoMaQkuTkY8j5H0dMMrH81hvQ8VoMJAF8zEgSuW-pud-mg4ZyHd6H-X3HHTkcAzp35FqBjnYU1ajAlNlATPXO_gz_iMDDMdOM4WQ0UqLl5mANw41Bjmg/s200/IMG_0630.JPG" border="0" /></a> are some pics!Scarlette Rose girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593077821260273629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482899444451251853.post-71107807582794231882009-04-20T13:18:00.000-04:002009-07-27T13:48:34.610-04:00Fun on the farm!<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvb3KisXzmTzf6ekL1PSzj2ch6I1F9O3LXUPxx1F5cLVrn_ave2QS6R_wQGkDzWa7fpTskjxYRL5ppGG3sR4PGffrm7VXLCbPr_hEOyn3cC75CwdSM7moPDuDE3GtzJ-LEo5hAoHIEfYE/s1600-h/IMG_0615.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363193718604558546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvb3KisXzmTzf6ekL1PSzj2ch6I1F9O3LXUPxx1F5cLVrn_ave2QS6R_wQGkDzWa7fpTskjxYRL5ppGG3sR4PGffrm7VXLCbPr_hEOyn3cC75CwdSM7moPDuDE3GtzJ-LEo5hAoHIEfYE/s320/IMG_0615.JPG" border="0" /></a> Today I took the girls to my parents house. My Mom and I took them for a walk to some friends of ours house down the road. They have four children, the youngest is the same age as Anabelle. They have horses, goats, bunnies, cats, and dogs! The girls always have fun when we go there<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisEZGZmm1q3AVesmw5NXAh0xnmDcSYn0yh8fV1oXJ16Dqn95MwNBbaMdmbhtJ5M5nwT3c_j60eUz4BJiJnLPkJcJfnvWUlZq5GDijtcQiQ_-HHM3i-iFIAk6njTFmuxY5oI5By9AQtOrA/s1600-h/IMG_0612.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363194433162234354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisEZGZmm1q3AVesmw5NXAh0xnmDcSYn0yh8fV1oXJ16Dqn95MwNBbaMdmbhtJ5M5nwT3c_j60eUz4BJiJnLPkJcJfnvWUlZq5GDijtcQiQ_-HHM3i-iFIAk6njTFmuxY5oI5By9AQtOrA/s200/IMG_0612.JPG" border="0" /></a>. They also always ask if we can live on a farm when we leave. I would love to buy some animals and live on a mini farm, but living in town, on the main rd, doesn't make that much of a reality. So we get our farm fix at the Hashey farm instead! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjX2tXwp7gdWL1phnfkdGWmlUXswUz-5saQat8zI91-d0MbXE2nVW8s-eSKO-7vKSmcIzthbopL64T6Y6YY8tMXBhZxuYZWUoEz-z702E5fq_VTVlh0WF6ld9MG56iu5z0evEG1Wix6Qk/s1600-h/IMG_0622.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363196035171001362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjX2tXwp7gdWL1phnfkdGWmlUXswUz-5saQat8zI91-d0MbXE2nVW8s-eSKO-7vKSmcIzthbopL64T6Y6YY8tMXBhZxuYZWUoEz-z702E5fq_VTVlh0WF6ld9MG56iu5z0evEG1Wix6Qk/s200/IMG_0622.JPG" border="0" /></a></div>Scarlette Rose girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593077821260273629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482899444451251853.post-63289097641024484682009-04-12T10:33:00.000-04:002009-07-27T13:47:59.453-04:00Happy Easter!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG8DSI3qoBG_yASbp2IqOZxMW9sMvjfYa394drYiZd4VhB7FFWJUYtNPZc_hP87YFr-NRvXJB0HRvhoIl6hWBOUPz8rsasWK0dzkzcJdN5JjW-Ni_WLM0vyn3WueVbO39OriBp-1Y72U8/s1600-h/IMG_0596.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363153550935557714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG8DSI3qoBG_yASbp2IqOZxMW9sMvjfYa394drYiZd4VhB7FFWJUYtNPZc_hP87YFr-NRvXJB0HRvhoIl6hWBOUPz8rsasWK0dzkzcJdN5JjW-Ni_WLM0vyn3WueVbO39OriBp-1Y72U8/s320/IMG_0596.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div>Happy Easter everyone! I hope you all had a great Easter! Despite feeling extremely nauseous these pas<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHzkB-Wo5CySxsI4-_zuC-wbilHW8-32jlhp_Xm4cmkqHfWfuxLi7Qbafle4aI9Hux8sMtjVE7obZL3KKJmHfYm6XHfMOcYn3rDSNTVqHaKYAoK3h9BBUvFSBcxuYvdgvTA_GraKxO6Dw/s1600-h/IMG_0604.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363151150402121218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHzkB-Wo5CySxsI4-_zuC-wbilHW8-32jlhp_Xm4cmkqHfWfuxLi7Qbafle4aI9Hux8sMtjVE7obZL3KKJmHfYm6XHfMOcYn3rDSNTVqHaKYAoK3h9BBUvFSBcxuYvdgvTA_GraKxO6Dw/s200/IMG_0604.JPG" border="0" /></a>t few weeks I got through the day with only getting sick once! Yay me! Of course all this morning sickness has been completely welcomed to be able to have a healthy baby, that I carry to term. The girls had a great day. We decided to have the Easter bunny come a little later then usual this year. It seems every year that the girls get thier baskets and then we rush off to churc<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirwQIvpoRJDYFmqsH3d8jPV3euR8dtJdoQcG0BoHgm37GO1paZ1PiQr3wfyBYu97MPUqjKPoduMGx73crHYQ1bYiPFiKt2ms75dEfPLGSHWhdiw72rPYey062zJE4_tPQfwrvd4TSybYM/s1600-h/IMG_0571.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363151900051169234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirwQIvpoRJDYFmqsH3d8jPV3euR8dtJdoQcG0BoHgm37GO1paZ1PiQr3wfyBYu97MPUqjKPoduMGx73crHYQ1bYiPFiKt2ms75dEfPLGSHWhdiw72rPYey062zJE4_tPQfwrvd4TSybYM/s200/IMG_0571.JPG" border="0" /></a>h, so we thought we'd wait till after church and lunch to have the bunny drop off the baskets. It worked out great, the girls got to spend time opening their baskets and enjoying their contents. Of course the sugar high didn't help with Charlotte's nap time, but oh well! We had a blessed and joyful day, and we have so<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyWugzw1MTgzOuD3UrYIsziVN9Y-TuSHzLLNaJpyevvP0UI_VmrVMeGyC4Qq_8sD8kqviDRlaQ_XZCCEadmbhTAWoRgnOOuszEliUWow2YnTIHIi4WmhN9yNdkYJKzv-ud8b0SXeBXxKE/s1600-h/IMG_0574.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363152733613668994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyWugzw1MTgzOuD3UrYIsziVN9Y-TuSHzLLNaJpyevvP0UI_VmrVMeGyC4Qq_8sD8kqviDRlaQ_XZCCEadmbhTAWoRgnOOuszEliUWow2YnTIHIi4WmhN9yNdkYJKzv-ud8b0SXeBXxKE/s200/IMG_0574.JPG" border="0" /></a> much to be grateful for this year!! God Bless!</div></div>Scarlette Rose girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593077821260273629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482899444451251853.post-90489717523570200302009-03-06T22:20:00.000-05:002009-07-27T13:47:00.066-04:00Exciting news!!!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbgQezPJQfg1BvXsR2Hlluqpx_5yAi4NOFD_1KzNuWSGzBue2JxWCV0nJEg7t9maDrwe6NanhcGdYCR14KPk8M3pbYOoYSnvB4K-GRh7-wKCr9tlJzy7OGPawxdT3smW2uf3w1E3VVH6A/s1600-h/IMG_0490.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345889728069159522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbgQezPJQfg1BvXsR2Hlluqpx_5yAi4NOFD_1KzNuWSGzBue2JxWCV0nJEg7t9maDrwe6NanhcGdYCR14KPk8M3pbYOoYSnvB4K-GRh7-wKCr9tlJzy7OGPawxdT3smW2uf3w1E3VVH6A/s200/IMG_0490.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So this is the news we found out this morning! We are so excited, nervous, but excited.</div>Scarlette Rose girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593077821260273629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482899444451251853.post-33647871103614047012009-03-02T22:01:00.000-05:002009-07-27T13:46:12.317-04:00Snow Day!!<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfuUA7jf7aP5KsbfwY9WlGq9UP0EXx-K_0GNFzEHcdpr8d-eHZon9mmH499_frohWwJ8Uc3CJgNBaRnyz6z5RL_RKQHEOnT808mjw7K2SxEuUrBwtI030fr-iLL48xq6RhltEVoSi4qjo/s1600-h/IMG_0473.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345887490911641954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfuUA7jf7aP5KsbfwY9WlGq9UP0EXx-K_0GNFzEHcdpr8d-eHZon9mmH499_frohWwJ8Uc3CJgNBaRnyz6z5RL_RKQHEOnT808mjw7K2SxEuUrBwtI030fr-iLL48xq6RhltEVoSi4qjo/s200/IMG_0473.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>All Bundled up and ready to brave the storm that lead to a snow day! We didn't stay out</div></div>for to long but we had fun and it was a good excuse to come in and drink hot chocolate with Marshmallows!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345888523413550002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8OKsgVgudLc_LASFwP8t42AaUMc8KnPt6fnbyXGV3DnYDp8ItKGKJVwaJC4KmWX4funx-oL_5x_YSweEmaxShT6RfEvXXb5PK_-xwm_vHy99HbIlg6Uz5ETVTRPQ8ufSL-qemuEXa078/s200/IMG_0475.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345888528093666274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVxgDEvdyxd_KOIDx_EstrF0P_pusja_7UfLcbe1guZYLzzYEs33BXDKrMsr2axPiGgTrmIU5JYnTfdElzUEGJY06J91dDKz6nx06eGsek-GzsNBiR-wXnipQ_ZFUC78ZDMM1lG6ahqRM/s200/IMG_0478.JPG" border="0" />Scarlette Rose girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593077821260273629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482899444451251853.post-50428392337548102092009-02-20T16:16:00.000-05:002009-07-27T13:45:30.118-04:00Feb 09 Renovations<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh40pSPqe-AjwXwHiUrOundw3kYI3hKDjxH0TFqyHHzB5idbSSA30PSYdpFMBzHZlJ57V_ciNhWTcJuH4T1RPvqpaJzJPcwJEKdgdH5rJ-nH5SVQrYTSp8StB-mYTSdyc24txELRmd-UU/s1600-h/IMG_0457.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343941203797132034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh40pSPqe-AjwXwHiUrOundw3kYI3hKDjxH0TFqyHHzB5idbSSA30PSYdpFMBzHZlJ57V_ciNhWTcJuH4T1RPvqpaJzJPcwJEKdgdH5rJ-nH5SVQrYTSp8StB-mYTSdyc24txELRmd-UU/s200/IMG_0457.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMRoTlN1dRUAavOXzKcDBY370gWQq6RwgOWledz3aUqXyiWSAD4ycxqk5-6D7BOouUn57vVlsnCwawRoXqs_E9SoA13YklUiHl9Ha861SkVXLEaTNMUIMMS0fLWSApSxEkMe8leVM_tdo/s1600-h/IMG_0456.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343940545747481650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMRoTlN1dRUAavOXzKcDBY370gWQq6RwgOWledz3aUqXyiWSAD4ycxqk5-6D7BOouUn57vVlsnCwawRoXqs_E9SoA13YklUiHl9Ha861SkVXLEaTNMUIMMS0fLWSApSxEkMe8leVM_tdo/s200/IMG_0456.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><br />So ever since we moved into our 1916 four square house I have wanted to paint over the green color on my lower cupboards, so that they matched my upper cupboards. (you can see the color on the open door behind my hubby) We finally got things started back in February, the girls even got in on the action! Just two weeks ago we finally got the doors painted. The<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjp9ziqlWCKFhuZq2JLH0iuO9d-cKE0H1bOLW_aLfzjaIid479itTor97xK0ZLZWxqjnvXKF0tBCiGtpvwH2UwCOH2hJ_ewcv8mlPgLuUwsLDXtjqghkEhlX7N_emzkh4lKaixxN3-V54/s1600-h/IMG_0462.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343945412612000514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjp9ziqlWCKFhuZq2JLH0iuO9d-cKE0H1bOLW_aLfzjaIid479itTor97xK0ZLZWxqjnvXKF0tBCiGtpvwH2UwCOH2hJ_ewcv8mlPgLuUwsLDXtjqghkEhlX7N_emzkh4lKaixxN3-V54/s200/IMG_0462.JPG" border="0" /></a>y are still "drying" in the back room that we are planning on tearing down. Someday my cupboards will have doors again! What about the drawers you ask? Don't even go there, <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHuEBCgpZAyfiI_eEL-gaSO3wjZNTYv7ZBCPQUGCDwA5VOVr9QJ4GAmmvl6qGT0OBpo7nfX5OdtfZ1OmNHdxNnxH_B55nsJWYXNQFCACSiaOmeRZi5UKIrNY3cawFwscRy6itdRTlEoU4/s1600-h/IMG_0718.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343946072251140530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHuEBCgpZAyfiI_eEL-gaSO3wjZNTYv7ZBCPQUGCDwA5VOVr9QJ4GAmmvl6qGT0OBpo7nfX5OdtfZ1OmNHdxNnxH_B55nsJWYXNQFCACSiaOmeRZi5UKIrNY3cawFwscRy6itdRTlEoU4/s200/IMG_0718.JPG" border="0" /></a>they haven't even been painted yet!!Scarlette Rose girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593077821260273629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8482899444451251853.post-86412021402907840572009-02-17T16:07:00.000-05:002009-07-27T13:44:38.861-04:00Dancing Princess<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Kfzmuz_BHNarqp0u-zG9sUfcqTxvvzv60gepKSzxorm4K3yT43JGKFQ1zjp6QOshnok-y9g6TkFt26_B6XCpbeKyVJFLdB0KnqhNDVPOj-50EWyahbbhyphenhyphenweg-L9uAYSZlhOxnprHf_0/s1600-h/IMG_0446.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343939582471747650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Kfzmuz_BHNarqp0u-zG9sUfcqTxvvzv60gepKSzxorm4K3yT43JGKFQ1zjp6QOshnok-y9g6TkFt26_B6XCpbeKyVJFLdB0KnqhNDVPOj-50EWyahbbhyphenhyphenweg-L9uAYSZlhOxnprHf_0/s200/IMG_0446.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>My daughters all love to dance but this one is by far the most interested in ballet. She is a dress up queen and when she puts on those princess dresses she promptly asks for music to dance to. It is the sweetest thing to watch. I feel a little bad because I enrolled Ava, my oldest in dance class this year and I was planning on enrolling Belle and Ava into a dance class this summer. Poor Charlotte, I guess you'll just have to keep on practicing at home for one more year kiddo!</div>Scarlette Rose girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593077821260273629noreply@blogger.com0