tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59446040264718105642024-03-18T21:58:42.969-06:00foutzmaniasanity not requiredSarah Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11168921357377445765noreply@blogger.comBlogger89125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944604026471810564.post-11547117630643762432010-05-27T16:33:00.002-06:002010-05-27T16:41:19.121-06:00Eleven Years and Counting!I know, I know, I can't believe it either! I'm blogging! My heart is just so full, I thought I should take a sec and blog....<br />Today is my anniversary and it truly boggles my mind that we've been together 11 years. A third of my life I've been a Foutz. We've been through good times, hard times, trials and triumphs, but through it all our love has always carried us through. Dan is so much more than a husband, he's my best friend. (Ok, I'm allowed to be cheesy here--it's my anniversary for crying out loud!) While I was in Ohio last week, I kept thinking, "I wish Dan could see this" or "I wish Dan could be here so I could school him in this game" or "I wish Dan could taste this amazing Indian food", I realized that life without him would be very drab indeed. I feel so fortunate to have him in my life and look so forward to what the next decade has to offer!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlPv-WxLT5H7TIfcz7Ic7lpTGtPcmj-LY1_T-KSZhYh-689z3oLucXVgn-tUOAe_vDsY_lk9hf68g2qAQYX48d37lDt3n-pLhaa5TM-avg6ym3FdPr2uJsHlJDwv-zChxUsi7rVXWN11Wy/s1600/IMG_3996.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476082000685820930" 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/AVvXsEhlPv-WxLT5H7TIfcz7Ic7lpTGtPcmj-LY1_T-KSZhYh-689z3oLucXVgn-tUOAe_vDsY_lk9hf68g2qAQYX48d37lDt3n-pLhaa5TM-avg6ym3FdPr2uJsHlJDwv-zChxUsi7rVXWN11Wy/s320/IMG_3996.JPG" border="0" /></a> Now isn't that just the cutest couple?!<br /><div></div>Sarah Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11168921357377445765noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944604026471810564.post-73061032649197429392010-03-06T21:40:00.003-07:002010-03-06T21:53:48.839-07:00Personally Charming<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYKuRJd0so_BX-q-VogJaOTtlLvV-yTlpso-KI8rT8AGeHSjAlDfnRUwWPBkZ-5r5dxBDRLx6alb8aWcJ3yq_egFg9W7GovI4cPLrOFLktKXNfLTbxqAmiJ1PDmd7ZgTpwwcv2w1tKGG0X/s1600-h/queen+of+hearts.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445750606073052210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYKuRJd0so_BX-q-VogJaOTtlLvV-yTlpso-KI8rT8AGeHSjAlDfnRUwWPBkZ-5r5dxBDRLx6alb8aWcJ3yq_egFg9W7GovI4cPLrOFLktKXNfLTbxqAmiJ1PDmd7ZgTpwwcv2w1tKGG0X/s200/queen+of+hearts.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Ok, I admit I've been dead to the blogging world for about 7 months now, but finally I have something worthwhile to report:<br /><br />I have joined the corporate world. Ha ha What's even crazier: I'm blogging about it!! Just humor me and check it out at <a href="http://www.personallycharming.blogspot.com/">http://www.personallycharming.blogspot.com/</a>. And then come to my house on Thursday to see what it's all about.<br /><br />Peace out.</div>Sarah Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11168921357377445765noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944604026471810564.post-61241601405473907592009-08-05T15:30:00.003-06:002009-08-05T15:40:19.944-06:00"Twofer Tuesday"Yesterday was Henry's 5 week birthday. What did he do to celebrate? Well, besides the usual babyness of pooping and spitting, he welcomed not one, but <em>two</em> new cousins to the world. It was all very exciting. So exciting he couldn't sleep at night! (he must be excited every night!) Here's the stats:<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Anne Muriel</span></strong><br />Due on July 22<br />Parents: My brother Vernon Henry and his lovely wife Lauren<br />Weight: 8 lb 4 oz<br />Hair: red (huh? how did that happen?!)<br />Attitude: Sassy<br /><br />Less than 5 hours later.....<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Arya Kaethe </strong></span><span style="font-size:100%;">(pronounced Aria Kayta)</span><br />Due on August 6<br />Parents: Dan's brother Mike and his lovely wife Katy<br />Weight: 8 lb 0 oz<br />Hair: blonde and curly<br />Attitude: Serene<br /><br />We are so excited they are finally here!!! As you can see, I can't complain at being 1 week overdue when Lauren endured <em>twice</em> that long! She is an amazing woman.<br /><br />And if anyone is going to RC Willey to shop for furniture, you can thank Mike for taking Katy to the hospital <em>before</em> they tested new couches when her water broke in the parking lot....Sarah Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11168921357377445765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944604026471810564.post-26179293275525101842009-07-23T14:30:00.004-06:002009-07-23T15:06:42.289-06:00Baby HenryIntroducing the newest member of our family! Henry James Foutz came in his own due time, and we're so in love with our baby! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361756396769924898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpdJ_vWoJi8rCRDskfRBter5kN44uOb-s3U50Ck5-RvReAAS9kF4f_P7JH7ywHv1qjMCsMxHpYSfVvl8S8mE25R4uV2mkkLd6prQqpwDMhccDp7y1vQ0jvusykqkzMjEzq4X3Rn7j9x_BJ/s400/henry+cute.jpg" border="0" /><br />So for all of you that haven't heard, here's the details: He actually made it in June!!!! I'll forgive him for coming 6 days late since I didn't have to be induced. :) My parents had just barely arrived and I woke Dan up around 1 am on the 30th to go to the hospital "early" because I didn't want a repeat of Lukas' labor when he arrived 5 min after getting to the hospital. We got there around 1:30 and my water broke right when I stepped out of the car (much to Dan's relief) so I knew at least they wouldn't turn me away! I was very perturbed to find out that all the contractions I had been experiencing in the car hadn't changed a thing from my appointment that morning. I thought it was going to be a long labor. Dan went to park the car while the nurses tried to give me an IV. I have "squirrelly veins" and it was taking them <em>forever</em> to find one. And it seemed like they were always trying during a contraction. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and blurted out "Oh my gosh, I have to push!" No one believed me that I had changed from a 4 to complete in 10 minutes, including myself, but sure enough, I had arrived at that glorious moment in record time! My doctor RAN in, and amazingly made it for the delivery (especially since Dan told her on the phone we were being conservative and leaving with plenty of time for her to arrive.). He was born at 1:59 am, weighing in at 8 lb 3 oz and measuring 20 1/2 inches long. Since then, he's grown to 8 lb 10 oz and 22 inches! If they could just stay little!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361756390544482978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtZtJ5N2TJIniU6e8ArA8UwWrhVM7OBouuNlo25GPD4jDPq1rX25GC7UeSU_DO-yOsKHDqf9Dyl8hcfqKQoFB5B2qqbjbtmy7MrS2ifmvAr9R8rJd9Gj78Z7aE0VlH2Uc3fHbusPSkzVk_/s400/henry+blue+wrap.jpg" border="0" /><br />I am forever indebted to my mom who was able to stay for 3 weeks and help me catch up on my rest. It took a car accident to total her car and persuade her to stick around even longer than she had planned, but I was grateful it bought me some more time! Thankfully no one was hurt. Henry even slept through the whole ordeal. If only he would sleep that soundly at night....<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361756382257633826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMRfYTurLIJ35CXwbC6ob7KTYWG9uEoeW2a6chx4M6RjMyVGnbxGfu41TN-DTeWf6I7ADAWdxWgs_0rbkFWqeX2PPYu-IjbczEwNwqQwREByHXOcq90AqkW4wp0rayLGx0hUaLjG3-0tBF/s400/henry+colored+bushes.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>As you can see, my dear friend Cama has done it again and captured the sweetness of a newborn. I must admit, though--even the pictures don't do him justice--he is too precious for words and I am so so happy he's here!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmLziJ6kZB9Qwx1MdyjyWyNcuzZO7iMr1_JeEO8QL8DIWoqEwqhPQblWWRsap0b7WZwdQnkUDg4iXJz6PobNNA8L9DVGCwWMsgRPAN7e97Fe_xsGK3DArXIVVxAutJ7ABS0U3qYFLMLtdC/s1600-h/henry+hat.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361756383993732722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmLziJ6kZB9Qwx1MdyjyWyNcuzZO7iMr1_JeEO8QL8DIWoqEwqhPQblWWRsap0b7WZwdQnkUDg4iXJz6PobNNA8L9DVGCwWMsgRPAN7e97Fe_xsGK3DArXIVVxAutJ7ABS0U3qYFLMLtdC/s400/henry+hat.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div></div>Sarah Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11168921357377445765noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944604026471810564.post-21891427777396894492009-06-22T10:33:00.004-06:002009-06-22T10:53:09.166-06:00Happy Father's Day!!!To my dearest dad and the daddy of my children:<br /><div><br /></div><div>I salute and honor you. I couldn't ask for better examples for all my boys for the type of men I want them to become. You are men of faith and integrity and treat the women in your lives like queens. I love you both and hope you had a wonderful day! </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Isn't he cute? He's posing with some of the gifts the kids got him for his big day.</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350192630314813586" 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/AVvXsEgsazy4JaqMcQWnXfMTzIiM-7r3LpFPrY_ph8_1YxOlLPoCBWZ0I48NZWq-M1NfLN3H0MCdmoFb6mloYDF6NfF9Y13n23XAEtHHhe8vmO-nTHUumxh8MW6EInbMjb8OJVm2D6HUSWZO7gC3/s400/fathers+day+002.jpg" border="0" />This really should be another post, but I'm lazy....We had Dan's brother and family over for Father's day dinner and we realized that Katy and I have never been pregnant (aka <em>large)</em>together, although we're both expecting our 5th. Weird, eh? So, we had to get a belly shot for the record. And I believe this is one of the few shots I have of me pregnant at 9 months. Dang we look good! :)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350192159299075746" 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/AVvXsEjpOocch-yqsCxo_F9Ve2luO2cLP8vYpUm6zHL-KPTxkrC7g0g40qR1nFvnYgPMbiXvr1OEttzjMZkaT3PUGLVmakFoK54BUfPrC43aKHhvSPHFpvHlzs3ci2uBXtXDGdLURbM0CfMg_bAx/s200/fathers+day+003.jpg" border="0" />We are officially goofy--I'm not sure what I was trying to portray in this shot, but I think I did a marvelous job. I'm pretty sure our babies are passing positive vibes to each other telling each other that even though our moms may be nuts, it's ok to come out.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350192167981317330" 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/AVvXsEi34XxBMBQhSZLBWuwg3hflGewLvWMBSHBdAo6EhSrHzFX5mAeVqRij4a30DTLZc0FyRFRqO4rf-Xm9f_NMIuJPyKVZR2_7nd3PWCLfAO1WDhVnKcapJVhM7DWQnbNCgEPaUcHdqETcYgOc/s200/fathers+day+005.jpg" border="0" /></div>Sarah Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11168921357377445765noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944604026471810564.post-30457993862358499222009-06-20T16:32:00.002-06:002009-06-20T16:49:54.965-06:00It's all SemanticsWhat some people call "impatient," I like to refer to as "proactive." Yes, I realize I still have 4 days left, but my baby only has a short window of convenience to arrive. You see, my doctor is leaving town from Monday to Friday next week, so this weekend is IT. What have I done to speed up the process? Lots of things, but here's the kicker:<br /><br />I just ran 2 miles. Crazy, I know. But, hopefully it works and the next post on here will have baby pictures. And I'll make up Father's Day to Dan, um, next year.Sarah Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11168921357377445765noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944604026471810564.post-79019716006117077002009-06-08T10:22:00.007-06:002009-06-08T10:34:19.666-06:00Who likes Cheesecake?!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMlZ9liGHLWkj33qzaspT8b3aNTJxP8yyFKiMjLNotLra8PTNoW8RJf8lzDbetqwtAHt5z7D3WRro8Li5dDld42xHMBKUx3-tqnyyG7bYAtfPl48ztoFbam_LM24vgQcQ92fEdqtLIeCeV/s1600-h/cheesecake.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344993604493532386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMlZ9liGHLWkj33qzaspT8b3aNTJxP8yyFKiMjLNotLra8PTNoW8RJf8lzDbetqwtAHt5z7D3WRro8Li5dDld42xHMBKUx3-tqnyyG7bYAtfPl48ztoFbam_LM24vgQcQ92fEdqtLIeCeV/s400/cheesecake.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>In honor of my new springform pan that I got for my birthday, I'm hosting a contest. It's simple and fun and ends in sublime richness.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">I'm going to bake a cheesecake for the person who comes the closest to guessing my due date.</span> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>To enter, just make a comment with your guess of date and time (in case people choose the same date) and the winner will be duly rewarded. Muah ha ha ha. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>In order to make it fair, I am officially due June 24. I have gone between 5 days early and 12 days late in the past. I will not be induced.Let the predictions begin!!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">If you live out of town, shoot. I'll think of something, don't worry.</span></div>Sarah Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11168921357377445765noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944604026471810564.post-44711062039851632692009-06-05T16:49:00.003-06:002009-06-05T17:18:02.731-06:00Bumpers and BirdiesI finished it! While I was at my sister's house in Rexburg, all three of us girls started making bumper pads for our babies to match the quilts mom made for them. It turned out to be more of an ordeal than I anticipated, but with Emily's help, I got it done today! Now all I need is the crib!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343983975027151986" 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/AVvXsEjUtOupf-wlYprhaiXWKP4Oov38M0iuwHB6Iqff4fK5eu6DVr9tv-_bJAZjWDSPF_zuxTQBVh8WLze3iUaeG6k5OoO9ssNWmOpfeCyyaYxpfB7seOfGTtTCMKbr_U3mLM98f_BvSGhZyA5-/s320/crib+001.jpg" border="0" />Here's the quilt I was coordinating it with. Honestly, the picture doesn't do it justice. It is so darn cute in person, I can hardly stand it.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343983983974523714" 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/AVvXsEjhk4ZX3Pf4o0TPxXL0PZvEAFk5D5uuFkNbMFEGw1Eki9MDlKXo3_aL2OMIA0obnGhAKWmg8DcRXIK5zdWUvqvozfKcjxxXycTYNM44iE_oK97BwA7nOf66xMoYRuzZHi2P8W-ykHvE9zB7/s320/crib+002.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>And try to imagine it all with a sleeping baby in this crib:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikeHP779wHEwBEUhninBwnua629dTh4yh6yplAofg0xoVKB4zOqvULf6q6aza-GS1nQMnbUTgfzFVW82eZvRlmbCTzvD6JcMrj6Kw2KFIr3T8ZMBN_QF1pojteRlubGHEo-H-jO7gn7GyX/s1600-h/crib.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343983978787431874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikeHP779wHEwBEUhninBwnua629dTh4yh6yplAofg0xoVKB4zOqvULf6q6aza-GS1nQMnbUTgfzFVW82eZvRlmbCTzvD6JcMrj6Kw2KFIr3T8ZMBN_QF1pojteRlubGHEo-H-jO7gn7GyX/s320/crib.jpg" border="0" /></a> Oh, I can hardly wait.<br /><br /></div>Sarah Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11168921357377445765noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944604026471810564.post-20098564762004757482009-06-05T08:16:00.002-06:002009-06-05T08:32:44.551-06:00Inside the Curious Mind of Emily FoutzYesterday Emily brought home a bound book called "My Year Long Journal" from first grade. It was fun to read and get a little insight to her quirky personality. Some of the entries made me wonder what her teacher may have thought....<br /><br />Example 1: <strong>Being truthful is important because....</strong> We will die if we don't foloe the ten comandment's. I like the ten comandments. You will die if you don't folou the ten comandments. I mean get brnd with fire and then die and not go to heaven. I want to go to heaven agen and see Jesas again.<br /><br />Example 2: <strong>Something I want Mrs. Hill to know about me is.... </strong>I'm POSITIVE! I'M CARFALE! I LIKE MYSELF AT EVERY PLACE!<br /><br />Example 3: <strong>Sometimes I wish....</strong> Sometimes I wish my little brother was quite as a mouse. My little brother is blazing loud. He is 3. His name is Sameil, and he loves cars. I love peace. My two brothers don't give it to me. I have 3 brothers. One is quite. His name is Benjamin. He dose funny tricks like making his hands float up automatically.<br /><br />Example 4: <strong>If I could live any place....</strong> I could do the splits. (<em>huh?</em>) I cannot do the splits anymore because I am seven. I am older than I was before. When I grow up...I'm going to live in a store. The store will be blue, and orange, red, purple, yellow, lavender, vilet, and white. I will live in a candy store.<br /><br />That entry was ironic--earlier she mentioned "I like healthy food. I like banannas. I eat clean ones, not grody ones. I like monkeys that eat banannas, they like me."<br /><br />Oh Emmers. (or Emrz as she informed me it was spelled) I don't want you to grow up. Please stay little and carefree and full of wonder and enthusiasm for life. I couldn't ask for a better person to be my one and only girl. You bring so much laughter and love into my life.Sarah Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11168921357377445765noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944604026471810564.post-61738108285716537602009-06-03T08:59:00.000-06:002009-06-05T09:19:06.704-06:00Birthday Girl!"Happy birthday to me, I'm the big thirty-three. I feel like a walrus, and I want this baby."<br /><br />Who's more excited for cake: me or Sam? Dan and the kids made my favorite--pineapple upside down yumminess. Bless his heart.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOWkhJXVTcHJNOOk87o_MfZopdoTwPnXdHfYyUDd0n8JhEzQdqkb8-s77lrkIM6hpyIShVzsQqTJ-gSr3V0ItJN116t7Wu0BvP2FIwoQQtPF5-CSjFc73ygb8CYKzVefSguSymshED3Jd-/s1600-h/birthdays.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343859650191638178" 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/AVvXsEjOWkhJXVTcHJNOOk87o_MfZopdoTwPnXdHfYyUDd0n8JhEzQdqkb8-s77lrkIM6hpyIShVzsQqTJ-gSr3V0ItJN116t7Wu0BvP2FIwoQQtPF5-CSjFc73ygb8CYKzVefSguSymshED3Jd-/s320/birthdays.jpg" border="0" /></a> And of course, the Dan and the kids surprised me with gifts that I didn't even know existed. Who could have predicted drumsticks with flames on them?! Including sweet "silencing tips" so I can rock out at night without disturbing my kids' slumber....<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343860060620083586" 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/AVvXsEiJG_EK_ic1oc6ntNmysOsWg7fbKcNOjeFhVb66og0iwANpiOu26w6Jn7R75SiB2QozppOlOlMDMFQoBKlatamUoTmu0be4-NurRp3Mtaooj8ipghDw3xHVxRUZsiGE2fpPica8hF0yaclv/s320/drumsticks.jpg" border="0" />Not to be outdone, Mom Mauery pulled out all the stops this year and finished her 2 year long project of an old-fashioned quilt that blew me away. It is so lovely and makes me smile every time I walk by my bed. Pay no attention to the moose antlers in the background. Every master needs horns somewhere. It's good feng shui.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343859653202195218" 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/AVvXsEi_B2dZ-WBsW10K2mr7p3TKI4LF4iCV4n9NDPL8n5bERUZeZ_XKe9-YNxXVYqJ_9JabMKUED0WnSQ8kKDpoVlbvAhlRWxZidJDmtqgrE9qNuMdPxqoytrXzQMk-t5x1afLzHIx4GJTImE-E/s320/moms+quilts+001.jpg" border="0" />Thanks to everyone who made my birthday memorable and delightful. From a much-needed pedicure from Jenny (I'd take pictures of my toes, but I have club feet at the moment) to Dan watching the kids while I got my hair done (I'd take pictures, but alas, it's destined to be in a ponytail for another year), to my book club gals treating me to dinner, it was truly a happy day(s). I have a great life!<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Sarah Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11168921357377445765noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944604026471810564.post-54245396495008256482009-05-27T15:12:00.000-06:002009-06-05T08:54:58.109-06:0010 years and counting!Under the guise of "going to Walmart to buy Nancy a birthday present," when we were visiting my sister in Rexburg, Dan whisked me off to Jackson Hole <strong>alone </strong>for a night to celebrate our big "one-oh" anniversary. Was I surprised? shocked? floored? flabbergasted? YES! I was so confused, in fact, that about 3 times I told him he was definitely going the wrong way to Walmart, he was lost, and I was starting to get a little miffed we were in the middle of nowhere right when we were supposed to be leaving for home. When he broke the news to me, all I could think of was "Did you tell Mom and Mary??!!" He of course had thought of everything, and the getaway was perfect. We had an awesome room with an awesome view with awesome food and awesome company. It was AWESOME!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Qn-Vae6bMHk7SKlSiGhOC78P0g9u6H_7DlogJ_rBzT3-IoqZJZ4EQ7kq9Hz8GdAQR4RmAS3Ssc8qm_TcHqiYYFrvHMWia0Sx-NYe4OhqDYVpv-d7p4nSWUQKljI00nkEIJHKuTkoLhi3/s1600-h/rexburg+june+09+030.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343586341627149234" 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/AVvXsEj4Qn-Vae6bMHk7SKlSiGhOC78P0g9u6H_7DlogJ_rBzT3-IoqZJZ4EQ7kq9Hz8GdAQR4RmAS3Ssc8qm_TcHqiYYFrvHMWia0Sx-NYe4OhqDYVpv-d7p4nSWUQKljI00nkEIJHKuTkoLhi3/s320/rexburg+june+09+030.jpg" border="0" /></a> Downtown, they were redoing one of the famous antler arches. We had some spare time on our hands, and they petitioned anyone 9 months pregnant to help.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343586332435061378" 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/AVvXsEjF4IPBSnVMNPrII0Yp9ZUm7WeLNGEw5N-REuaZomDVIyH1ZygAsN3ypdYO3hiwJRzs68GQ05DhaMLnEWU-gK-wzujfkJHd7GiS-xcVm02-69MigvgY7wHnm7fTuptbSEN_J9ayQIUdWP0h/s320/rexburg+june+09+021.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7v6xetHiYXq5DHp7lGSCNsd2XO_tu_7u9j3M3naetZOlb9o1Ds4ga3SNAJihMUU0kYn7Kfh3ak_OXCCxa9EIHzYnYp_RkdT4z9gLvPrH04ZECN2qeL68BktS7oNZ6zaAAf039CAQTUL28/s1600-h/rexburg+june+09+025.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343586336432941890" 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/AVvXsEh7v6xetHiYXq5DHp7lGSCNsd2XO_tu_7u9j3M3naetZOlb9o1Ds4ga3SNAJihMUU0kYn7Kfh3ak_OXCCxa9EIHzYnYp_RkdT4z9gLvPrH04ZECN2qeL68BktS7oNZ6zaAAf039CAQTUL28/s320/rexburg+june+09+025.jpg" border="0" /></a> Phew, that was a lot of work. Mom and Mary, now you know why we got back later than planned.<br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji9Q3Weq590WNLE2i9grdvh446tbilmf-9ClNt5kSEjtSax0zSC_lJadTXMs-gfluOaGaT97FB-1oRBL4ocL8ujlsFB5-qKhvx1QviYgBvwzZ4vzT0fTg-VHbO0l-C8RU-56yLMa9kwNte/s1600-h/rexburg+june+09+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343586330498015570" 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/AVvXsEji9Q3Weq590WNLE2i9grdvh446tbilmf-9ClNt5kSEjtSax0zSC_lJadTXMs-gfluOaGaT97FB-1oRBL4ocL8ujlsFB5-qKhvx1QviYgBvwzZ4vzT0fTg-VHbO0l-C8RU-56yLMa9kwNte/s320/rexburg+june+09+015.jpg" border="0" /></a> Well, Dannyboy, the past 10 years have flown by in a whirlwind of fun and friendship and laughter and love. Thanks for a memorable anniversary and spoiling me at every chance you get. I am so lucky to be your bride.</div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">And of course, I have to give a great big thanks to my mom and sister for watching our handful while we were away--we owe you big!!!</span><br /><br />I almost forgot--here's what I gave Dan. Thanks to my uber-talented friend Cama, I finally had bridal pics taken about 10 years late. She says "every man deserves a beautiful picture of his wife." Thanks to her photo software, she was able to make that a reality for my hubby! hee hee. It <em>was </em>wonderful to feel glamorous for a day, even though in reality my dress wasn't zipped and I couldn't breath. But who cares--Dan thinks still thinks I'm a hottie after 10 years and that's all I ever wanted!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343586351439361762" 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/AVvXsEgzrHfkO8VRVmeCIg7V71RgSEojnDYXGYYr9PzQHwZ55Hmbo6U1wrszHwkmB_F_5gZfDrMkopFEHVCjSAErjqD7TR0zDTN0dIO-j4cwX49Z-vKyh2384f1sLcVZ_oSX7mwSx-_jJNoXPYiS/s320/moms+quilts+003.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Sarah Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11168921357377445765noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944604026471810564.post-69216437996212356062009-05-25T09:20:00.000-06:002009-06-05T09:43:29.861-06:00Rexburg ROCKS!!!<div align="center">Isn't everyone's dream vacation destination Rexburg, Idaho? I know it's my kids'! We travelled there over Memorial Day weekend to spend some quality time with the fam and see the newest addition to Mary and Joe's family, Penny, get blessed. Isn't she precious? So is the baby.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343867988385470290" 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/AVvXsEiFWHvJXem-Lj1DnSkJSaQnKt5w7kZdanLvVKD-z7-joIDjZq1UoYN-ujjfCZ991TzZWkXu-_AJJcN02i4_t2DljUADnPu6UxwRkBerENakHMhH3dRafVM4rIJECMmUZ8TpVEwtmUKIS-E2/s320/rexburg+june+09+023.jpg" border="0" />While we were there, we also took the animals to the zoo to see the children. Or something like that. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343867966936739938" 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/AVvXsEh55b0e-fJCIB2OBLXdMpyvUxHtQ-gHOqfOFDNQsKHFvm9ZnJde_t0SLMCBTZbjjY1byUCLqHIDk8LwKWvOLvfohbX5xtqfqL78PW_TJvJUrTFONj6GwVC-Jp0RK5tQ_9KMchbUkqdnZCmn/s320/rexburg+june+09+003.jpg" border="0" />Monkey faces so realistic it's scary.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343867973746152978" 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/AVvXsEgnE5uKyK7X5dwRt-U_JRLU-cZANwPb_pdl0AIN265VHeshR55Gvq6zC7Bd2WpHremyx-Nh5nB1zIC6ysaOEEUifjX0jXNdjzBa-jfgdyJ4CUPWfqa32L6Er6MbkcDW4hKSfJKB6mNIoQ9d/s320/rexburg+june+09+005.jpg" border="0" />My loveable lions.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343867980907028498" 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/AVvXsEi6-YWm4Ej9fQMW4TPU2oOpYnpnKw-5gJScqMta9Nul32CjYWLEy-sYhb40XKTNGrh_VUzT4q4udRskZV6fWAI3UtvOZsQkz1fr878xBmO0XgB8FFO_qtnni5UYI54lr_2JAB1n6uV4h62D/s320/rexburg+june+09+017.jpg" border="0" />I thought this was too funny--you'd think it was their first trip to the zoo!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343867977829815010" 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/AVvXsEiO_juJm5bknj2yPLKHddlch1rVsw4FXrBQDPOMuuu-UWXN-D_S-GrZ3Y1VK9Hl1Ax32cElOwSY8Th-NJRpF0rr_Z3NA1yaMFaXp_SYe_3FNQuvNsIn4hj3qgQTlPNXvhwkD1BaTh9ScIqp/s320/rexburg+june+09+014.jpg" border="0" />The whole weekend went by too fast and I've been "sisters-sick" ever since. </div>Sarah Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11168921357377445765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944604026471810564.post-81076823679330173982009-05-11T10:46:00.003-06:002009-05-11T14:44:58.876-06:00I'm ReadyI'm ready to have my ankles back.<br /><br /><br />I'm ready to not cringe every time I see something fall to the ground because I know I'll have to pick it up.<br /><br /><br />I'm ready to RUN!<br /><br />I'm ready to feel pretty again.<br /><br /><br />I'm ready to be able to tie my shoes without making gutteral noises.<br /><br /><br />I'm ready to eat whatever I want without suffering the consequenses of heartburn.<br /><br /><br />I'm ready to have a lap again for my boys.<br /><br /><br />I'm ready to go the the bathroom less than once an hour and pee more than a tablespoon.<br /><br /><br />I'm ready to feel kicked on the outside instead of the inside.<br /><br /><br />I'm even ready to smell like rotten milk and change stinky diapers again. I am.<br /><br /><br />And oh how I'm ready to hold a sweet little baby again!!!<br /><br /><br />I just don't think I'm ready for labor yet.<br /><br /><br />And so I'm ready to stop complaining and wait.Sarah Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11168921357377445765noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944604026471810564.post-72184476403594644272009-05-10T13:41:00.003-06:002009-05-10T14:09:12.126-06:00Dear Mom,Have I ever told you that....<br /><br />Whenever I get a little scratch on my arm, it reminds me of the hours you'd spend in the raspberry patch pruning and then picking them for our enjoyment?<br /><br />Every time I eat "delicacies" such as asaparagus, rhurbarb, and beets, I think back to how I loathed them as a child, fresh-picked from the garden, and now I only dream about having them grow like weeds in our backyard?<br /><br />Even though I was a cheerleader in uniform, you were one in heart and mind, always cheering me on during hard times? You believed in me--I have proof in the "You can do it!" sign you made me in college.<br /><br />I think your fingers are beautiful? They represent hours at the quilting frame and holding a crochet hook.<br /><br />Nothing is so sweet as seeing you and Dad share loving moments together when you think no one is watching?<br /><br />Hearing you laugh so hard that your eyes get squinty and your face turns red is one of the most precious sounds in the world?<br /><br />Whenever people think I am strong, I picture you bucking hay bales along side the men for our family farm?<br /><br />I am so grateful to you for passing on all the "dying arts" to us girls? Canning as a child used to be something I dreaded, now there's nothing quite so satisfying as filling up my pantry with those beautiful bottles of fruit....<br /><br />Thanks to you, I can make dinner in less than 30 minutes with practically nothing? (as long as I have some pasta, a vegetable, and some meat, we're good!)<br /><br />Also thanks to you, I can't follow a recipe <em>exactly</em> to save my life?<br /><br />You taught me through example that spending time with your kids is more important than an immaculate home? <br /><br />Every time I hear the song "Sleigh Ride" I think of our piano duet?<br /><br />I love you because you understand my phobia of phones and know that I'm thinking of you even if we haven't spoken for a while?<br /><br />Even though you didn't blatantly preach to us, your testimony came through loud and clear by seeing you read your scriptures and make temple attendance a priority? Even my kids know Grandma's beliefs, thanks to all the FHE kits and special gifts you've given them to help teach them the gospel.<br /><br />Someday I aspire to be the kind of mom you are?<br /><br /><strong>You're the perfect mom for me?</strong><br /><br />Well, if I never told you those things, I'm telling you now. I hope you have the best Mother's Day!<br /><br />Love, SarahSarah Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11168921357377445765noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944604026471810564.post-27668354004239049922009-05-07T08:31:00.004-06:002009-05-07T08:34:25.002-06:00L-u-k-a-sLukas has been into spelling things lately in his sentences. At breakfast this morning he goes: "Mom, you're getting f-a-t. <em>Really big f-a-t!</em> When you get bigger, you're going to be a b-a-l-l!"<br /><br />So c-u-t-e....I love these little pick me ups in the morning.Sarah Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11168921357377445765noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944604026471810564.post-25413636256177182232009-05-06T10:45:00.003-06:002009-05-06T11:14:20.332-06:00Bagels and RecitalsSo last Saturday the "Sarah Foutz Piano Studio" had it's first recital! I wish I had a decent picture to post, but they all turned out funny. (sorry Dan) I was so nervous for my students Friday night that I could hardly sleep, but they all exceeded my expectations and performed beautifully. They only had about a month to memorize their 2 pieces, whereas the other students (we combined the recital with another studio) had been practicing since January for this event. That's when I started teaching in the first place! But I can't say how proud I am of the kids for working so very hard and doing their best. They were judged and critiqued and awarded gold, silver, and bronze certificates based on their performances.<br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">They all did great!</span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332757825943237186" 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/AVvXsEgMVI6ZL7cBG8zU7xrCSrxmbdccS5WqF7jdZ_ersdd2qTxen2sAlbHTc0Mhyphenhyphen20Iln8islUpHepWTxp07wFC_drNO3MdDbSjrtw-1SBDkfq6cc-pdwqTyUzN6P6Aup3kTwogOxMQIY6arKB1/s320/bagels+001.jpg" border="0" />Then I came home and have been craving bagels for days. I made these yesterday and baked them this morning and boy-howdy, they were worth it! I admit that they aren't the most gorgeous specimens to emerge from my oven, but the taste made up for that double-fold! Don't tell anyone that I've already eaten 3 of them (with butter and jam) this morning. The baby was hungry.<br /><br /><div align="left"></div>Sarah Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11168921357377445765noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944604026471810564.post-83489063371683432312009-05-01T09:12:00.001-06:002009-05-01T09:12:50.783-06:00Oh, and by the way....<span style="font-size:180%;">I'm due next month!!!</span>Sarah Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11168921357377445765noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944604026471810564.post-16295085432261094082009-05-01T08:53:00.005-06:002009-05-01T09:16:13.397-06:00My Man's Big DayThat smile just melts my heart. I was so excited for Dan's birthday this year because he has been working so hard these past few months and I wanted to give him something to celebrate. It actually started at midnight with his brother the day before, and ended with a midnight movie (Wolverine) on Thursday. My guy knows how to party! In between all that, the fam came over for one of his favorite dinners (ham, potatoes, cobb salad, and jello), along with his yearly request of strawberry cake. <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(Let me pat myself on the back and mention that I also made homemade rolls with strawberry freezer jam for an extra special treat for him--he's been begging for jam for years</span>!)</span> We were all stuffed!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiraHcRrKwDl82rLv6HWIUqWmmjOCOmaS0GgstzJ3OKkL40wmT0w7alJGPJVWXGnThh_b5aC0C3RgYCY_DuY83s6Dw7lMbPfC_efErAdBJftmB0b7SRTeEP58jAq3u-aLNIG9s4_Z-IGdl2/s1600-h/dan's+bday+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330869544441224194" 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/AVvXsEiraHcRrKwDl82rLv6HWIUqWmmjOCOmaS0GgstzJ3OKkL40wmT0w7alJGPJVWXGnThh_b5aC0C3RgYCY_DuY83s6Dw7lMbPfC_efErAdBJftmB0b7SRTeEP58jAq3u-aLNIG9s4_Z-IGdl2/s320/dan's+bday+001.jpg" border="0" /></a> That's a big fire, and a lot of smoke! Any guesses on how old he is?!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfTV6YSI7kePudsHILPXh7IHFBEKk_AWKEsbeR2Tlp_3HPt2xka0jrpDcnHa7b99PvkK5LQtAKyAaur8Z1s06gqZNuZKRfBSTRGFpxF4GY4ja2CvQeMcaAgvzVDfv5p63cDgaSgkTp5xFJ/s1600-h/dan's+bday+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330869542226686066" 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/AVvXsEhfTV6YSI7kePudsHILPXh7IHFBEKk_AWKEsbeR2Tlp_3HPt2xka0jrpDcnHa7b99PvkK5LQtAKyAaur8Z1s06gqZNuZKRfBSTRGFpxF4GY4ja2CvQeMcaAgvzVDfv5p63cDgaSgkTp5xFJ/s320/dan's+bday+002.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br />Then came time for the presents. I was so excited for him to open this. A few years ago he met the owners of Jones' Soda and he told me you could personalize your own soda. He loves their soda, so I looked into it. Thanks to my bro, Timothy for getting this picture last summer. He loved it so much, he put some of it on display in his office. Awww. You can't read the fine print, but you also get to write a personal message on the back. I'd tell you what it says, but it's, um <em>personal.</em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330871152883006482" 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/AVvXsEgt4YNGEvVkk-KbuAx4o28EemLf-05fkA_ezZdhCt54ZMXP9uQ4EzrsGi4RbUSLx05l17wjvkiY77LlC5VFrcndIGqhJt6wQHVFniQ8wbmGjL_yfWBvSCVFN_5vGXWFxgh-2YrIgqwtKjOK/s320/dan's+bday.jpg" border="0" />Dan, Dan, you're my man.Sarah Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11168921357377445765noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944604026471810564.post-46724741402794548912009-04-23T21:56:00.003-06:002009-04-23T22:06:50.602-06:00"Pine of Jerbies"Well, that's what Lukas called it, anyway. (Does it really sound like that when I say "Pinewood Derby?" Dan thinks I have a thpeech impediment, maybe he'th right.)<br /><br />So....the excitement at our house these past few days has been getting geared up for the big race which was held tonight. I must say, after BJ's first race when his weights went flying off, I did not hold my breath the rest of the night and went to help dish up treats in the kitchen. When I finished, Dan told me I just missed the championship race and whadya know, he won! (<span style="font-size:85%;">Obviously he didn't fare so well in the uniform inspection, but we'll work on that next month.) </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I love this picture so much because I have one kind of like it of me and my older brother, Timothy when we were about the same ages. He (Timothy) wanted me in the picture as much as BJ wanted Emily in the picture, but little sisters are just so adoring of their cool big brothers! Emily was BJ's biggest fan and was as excited as he was. Way to go, Beej!</span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328102388868442466" 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/AVvXsEjoRJ5XPfZqrEx4LO4k7_XgifldbNTEcwHNUC9TWPz0Id0qI9FbVL19lnXJz_QXm9upG1EDXSdknptw-YpQY_n98iGWsZpUL8EfVbTDANHxc92AE0wWZmThaXeaMw0DTyYvAnlvqoI0G-To/s320/pinewood+derby.jpg" border="0" />Sarah Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11168921357377445765noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944604026471810564.post-26918946948118198962009-04-23T09:15:00.004-06:002009-04-23T09:25:48.899-06:00My Superheros are growing up!We celebrated 2 super birthdays last week at our house! One for Batman turning <strong>three</strong>:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwV8XPjgUppjSIG2qLfpdmKHmFemKVGu3tjuAD3lafg8XN3fw4oCStXfz0vv0kJioeY0ULshWojjplDTpYbGsCejd-Q324LbYi5V_16emsor-tqlETyj0RGKtMKxRyJVJK78PVG2KC9Sel/s1600-h/boys+b-days+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327906461653991346" 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/AVvXsEgwV8XPjgUppjSIG2qLfpdmKHmFemKVGu3tjuAD3lafg8XN3fw4oCStXfz0vv0kJioeY0ULshWojjplDTpYbGsCejd-Q324LbYi5V_16emsor-tqlETyj0RGKtMKxRyJVJK78PVG2KC9Sel/s320/boys+b-days+002.jpg" border="0" /></a> And one for Superman turning <strong>five</strong>!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1rI17yMTE4j6eHYtJkdVU8fI5ncAS63Zw2BL4qmqWhfMyvE4SaFrN6MvBOejpv0yMrcvjI2dHC7uJ5p-JGWeid8EXx1qzbABVHVK-bJEimTP0JGWxvP0P3Dxc-jTFsAb9-OoNNdkQHqdu/s1600-h/boys+b-days+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327906462234403138" 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/AVvXsEj1rI17yMTE4j6eHYtJkdVU8fI5ncAS63Zw2BL4qmqWhfMyvE4SaFrN6MvBOejpv0yMrcvjI2dHC7uJ5p-JGWeid8EXx1qzbABVHVK-bJEimTP0JGWxvP0P3Dxc-jTFsAb9-OoNNdkQHqdu/s320/boys+b-days+001.jpg" border="0" /></a> The boys had been telling me for months exactly what cakes they wanted and it was truly a labor of love making them....all day in the kitchen with my super powers. But, the boys were so excited, it made it all worth it. Sam genereally wears his batman costume all day, but when he saw me get the camera out, he had to go and change his clothes really quick so he wouldn't be caught in his pajamas! <div></div><div>Having these boys around all day long makes life interesting and sweet. I am so lucky to have my superheroes!</div></div>Sarah Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11168921357377445765noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944604026471810564.post-63223063382799933782009-04-16T21:08:00.003-06:002009-04-16T21:39:28.488-06:00Try not to be jealous!Mom Mauery strikes again! She completely outdid herself this time. While I was at her house over Christmas, I designed some quilts for Lukas and Sam and even helped her cut out and sew a few blocks. When she showed up in <em>February</em>, they were not only DONE, but she had also whipped up lap quilts for the two older kids for a surprise. Can we say overachiever? They are so beautiful. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325498964587868050" 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/AVvXsEh1I7s1CyuVFSJlnD_TS6AMIZVJd0RZ4qWqmByXFWtA0PjfIwo_7SkWAIIMYVDQq-jf21nYgfHmn1gZmwTsFbpGiQ4zWMcoYYm9MiH3fazrivVB-gXbup1Zrx7kG4gPeFddKfX2BjEIniXe/s320/random+004.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325498958831304962" 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/AVvXsEhNZrBf1t_316z5dvg2kUeN6ius043ltSMHfU0cchqVBQeWfMUj_44t-R-p7BHO17VDOjFOCYY0QByzdmVYtIiXW1dOnKb3bd6OJicJopSjsK3bigEzik6eLsWQzqC2k6wVmp2gyZ2GvRCo/s320/random+005.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325498949406946850" 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/AVvXsEiWZqpxqD4euERxwB_3w47abb7yxkEv1aQds6KjWvrxynfVBpQyFTxYzK4eLdLOgPff9rdMQeDV2Fjaf0_9yE_HJn9Zg_mvmpOaQ52ahJnRC9YSp0aUrdN_u-vg3XERFKcdWH4MHPOoG3W9/s320/random+006.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325498946232747346" 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/AVvXsEh8pk5XDMAA-832e874vax2CwBc8ISMqPloN2IvQMzyN78ESs4Yj1o7qYk_0ANcxuO0qVReuo2SsJ_XrlzbBmX3QJ5eEcddKaUO-RShekm-d96xg50H0Hq1ixEsCBimCcA5h8rKOXZgiE01/s320/random+007.jpg" border="0" />Not to leave out the baby, she also made a little flannel receiving blanket while at my sister's for Gus. Wowee, thanks mom!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325498942890442114" 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/AVvXsEhUe3uoyZ39k6XlF-sMvc05K5oxdgxo0t1ldIMZWPD7bDTQXI4EgfByZWewEsIFdb0760izTYz7zt3Bgnf3H2Vgw9_S0wXXR6a28wjAq3Gaxyebq3bLSUOhdIJAeeCZbcgKAwbRHLvpbLgo/s320/random+008.jpg" border="0" /> <div><div><div><div><div>P.S. to all my siblings--this proves I'm the favorite. ha ha</div><br /><div>P.P.S. I just remembered another project we did at her house--we put together a portfolio of all the quilts and projects she's done over the years. If you REALLY want to be blown away, take a look at that and immediately feel very uncrafty indeed!</div></div></div></div></div>Sarah Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11168921357377445765noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944604026471810564.post-49929769184600356372009-04-16T20:46:00.003-06:002009-04-16T21:08:54.204-06:00Randomness from my cameraThis is just a glimpse into my life, I guess. Nothing major or spectacular, but interesting enough to take a pictures of (maybe?). I caught this crazy shot while walking down our hallway toward the front door and was like "what the?" and then realized that Lukas was probably as confused as I was. Then it dawned on me that Dan was finally painting the siding out front that the painters missed over a year ago. For those of you who know us, don't think just because Dan is touch up painting that we're moving....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-nsl7oUElj_Au-a5RPW34jgzLlwCu25LU8JATfxwv7csxdUKuJWP63KqI3dDA72gp3H_-NhrBykZYvIE5w1jPNNWW6cMWplX_EJD1bokczMj30xG-3LkXifMspjHoCoTgOiDmatR-BUeN/s1600-h/random+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325487832040106130" 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/AVvXsEj-nsl7oUElj_Au-a5RPW34jgzLlwCu25LU8JATfxwv7csxdUKuJWP63KqI3dDA72gp3H_-NhrBykZYvIE5w1jPNNWW6cMWplX_EJD1bokczMj30xG-3LkXifMspjHoCoTgOiDmatR-BUeN/s320/random+015.jpg" border="0" /></a> The newest addition to our garage:<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihOPglEF9YOFttbMPWImx4V__sJwcrbMfazmmZMnU_98hU9sWxEXZUOOHsFdAr064tgqVF_dyVE3MXqTZavUIC61BWWFIQZsdGu0kWIf4wHFSaGtYytMvtN0GYhMkmxnLCVY1aVHdlGDVC/s1600-h/random+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325487828892648194" 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/AVvXsEihOPglEF9YOFttbMPWImx4V__sJwcrbMfazmmZMnU_98hU9sWxEXZUOOHsFdAr064tgqVF_dyVE3MXqTZavUIC61BWWFIQZsdGu0kWIf4wHFSaGtYytMvtN0GYhMkmxnLCVY1aVHdlGDVC/s320/random+011.jpg" border="0" /></a> Finally a place for Dan to keep all his tools (and all his helpers!).<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLi_ykYIlgGdfNuvMXeA-fzvzfyKxkwWFoyjkF1K4qMhzG6ncJgyGGONgyX7rxDjhFOHqM2G7FG4U7nty_oaeUIsGulrXwW_cOfB7aiOHAowApxG6Ul15mUV5q83vsYJUFpEwg1bcjxmZI/s1600-h/random+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325487821522769330" 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/AVvXsEgLi_ykYIlgGdfNuvMXeA-fzvzfyKxkwWFoyjkF1K4qMhzG6ncJgyGGONgyX7rxDjhFOHqM2G7FG4U7nty_oaeUIsGulrXwW_cOfB7aiOHAowApxG6Ul15mUV5q83vsYJUFpEwg1bcjxmZI/s320/random+010.jpg" border="0" /></a> And this lovely picture is miss Emily proudly showing off her first (and second) lost tooth--they happened within days of eachother. It has been a struggle for her--she's 7 for crying out loud, and all her friends are already toothless! Unfortunately, absentmindedness runs in her veins as much as mine, and not only did she misplace her 2nd tooth for about a week, but when she finally got around to finding it, the toothfairy was so "busy" (for an undisclosed amount of time) that finally I just put a buck on her pillow while she was at school today. When she found it, she said "thanks for the money, mom--I guessed it was you since the toothfairy usually comes in the middle of the night and I checked this morning and my tooth was still there." Shoot. Why can't I be more on the ball and keep the childhood magic alive?<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGlRrU6s0NCk8aoytsJ6ZsE8ZKk4nDnWgqJVQGy9HJhbQ2EOWKp4nWZujt0SAT_NCHO2IprN1uMv7Et1bLFE-zJxG3m1BahK7QRIKq6Zz-qRVwQ7uboZMa9gDc0enDz9uZ5BAB2oAIH7bY/s1600-h/random+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325487819745043090" 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/AVvXsEhGlRrU6s0NCk8aoytsJ6ZsE8ZKk4nDnWgqJVQGy9HJhbQ2EOWKp4nWZujt0SAT_NCHO2IprN1uMv7Et1bLFE-zJxG3m1BahK7QRIKq6Zz-qRVwQ7uboZMa9gDc0enDz9uZ5BAB2oAIH7bY/s320/random+009.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div>Sarah Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11168921357377445765noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944604026471810564.post-30658539857648878852009-04-16T20:29:00.003-06:002009-04-16T20:46:08.401-06:00Better late than never....While the rest of the world is blogging about Easter, I'm a wee bit behind....Yes, in my blogging world, there is still snow on the ground. I figured if I could get this updated and over with, Spring would decide to stick around.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj412MmsCBWt2tdQ1s5lacLQ3h9CKBBX-0jtrD-1ol0F1zPTp7oxw4qWFZQ59TljO7Kp4LV1FgcFC9ZpYJfHeFFRJFrD0e5Mjal94UaU4zGvboPRi0hzNy3M07dDFiC1qPFtWn2a3JK_sVx/s1600-h/random+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325483352734572690" 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/AVvXsEj412MmsCBWt2tdQ1s5lacLQ3h9CKBBX-0jtrD-1ol0F1zPTp7oxw4qWFZQ59TljO7Kp4LV1FgcFC9ZpYJfHeFFRJFrD0e5Mjal94UaU4zGvboPRi0hzNy3M07dDFiC1qPFtWn2a3JK_sVx/s320/random+014.jpg" border="0" /></a> Believe it or not, I didn't take any pictures Christmas morning. I was too in love with the wonder and excitement on my kids' faces to miss it behind a camera! But, I made sure to get some action shots of the kids sledding and I think Emily took this one of her newly created gingerbread house that my mom couldn't resist! <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF26FCEH63AeznMGusTfdhfl9YH5uCGyzyeUkUKdg04bYLmh9O5SMgSke0KoR_xI2IpCFNmVshUMsHlIyLfs1DBXnuA72sXueC0VhTSv4Hxou-aI6PgH01_9F516lVuS1LYkP46yXLfaA1/s1600-h/random+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325483345674318802" 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/AVvXsEiF26FCEH63AeznMGusTfdhfl9YH5uCGyzyeUkUKdg04bYLmh9O5SMgSke0KoR_xI2IpCFNmVshUMsHlIyLfs1DBXnuA72sXueC0VhTSv4Hxou-aI6PgH01_9F516lVuS1LYkP46yXLfaA1/s320/random+003.jpg" border="0" /></a> A shot out of my mom's kitchen window--I think it must have snowed over a foot while we were there. ("there" being Pullman, WA)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnp5MwE9au-ro4QPNec9is9npjzhVAL1KFsaPslJO17xYwCFLqrdUgTt53wzxTx1O9mxjC4cbFsibfDV8HIPbN5FGMVMNlVIKhgPzX-8aWnsW4dZC3WFtl__4HpeLv53IWE_zLkTH2M26F/s1600-h/random+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325483342590885266" 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/AVvXsEgnp5MwE9au-ro4QPNec9is9npjzhVAL1KFsaPslJO17xYwCFLqrdUgTt53wzxTx1O9mxjC4cbFsibfDV8HIPbN5FGMVMNlVIKhgPzX-8aWnsW4dZC3WFtl__4HpeLv53IWE_zLkTH2M26F/s320/random+002.jpg" border="0" /></a>And this has nothing to do with Christmas really, but this picture reminded me how much I loved being with my mom and sister during the craft fair early December. We may not have made lots of money, but we sure made lots of memories! These lovely ladies made it all worth it, but kindly remind me to never try to sell anything again....<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpoI-4PWEuhr7CbfIre3_9yhs0p06YmbCUaQzf8FOP6LmZ6UkdMUkBvY-YvW1YU-YAwozLbslqEICD40iWYVu-PLNgJuawXuNjAIopJUnacwSuX7DJpD8aj951LTRhQE9PWaGObEIeMZl6/s1600-h/random+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325483336886382274" 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/AVvXsEgpoI-4PWEuhr7CbfIre3_9yhs0p06YmbCUaQzf8FOP6LmZ6UkdMUkBvY-YvW1YU-YAwozLbslqEICD40iWYVu-PLNgJuawXuNjAIopJUnacwSuX7DJpD8aj951LTRhQE9PWaGObEIeMZl6/s320/random+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div></div></div>Sarah Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11168921357377445765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944604026471810564.post-79198733005290705562009-03-19T18:22:00.002-06:002009-03-19T21:07:02.306-06:00BJ's MasterpieceHello, I'm Benjamin. We had a scout meeting on America and I thought we could make the Liberty Bell. when we baked it, there happened to be a crack, so we were kind of lucky. I decorated it and I did a pretty good job. I wish there was more, because it didn't really have the color. IT WAS AWSOME!!!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK98Aw8WnedqXXB-vNMh4IPiMWgZIJBAFwmfladx-binWh8XNXBFx80KEZSWTeWmjIaCWxBJx2leFzqDQRfJvM7mb8SnXeOVmDN2EvDrIXlzl13qQIWetwxKbEnpgPN7NpyCsJY95dEmnr/s1600-h/bj+scout+cake+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315059152178011474" 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/AVvXsEjK98Aw8WnedqXXB-vNMh4IPiMWgZIJBAFwmfladx-binWh8XNXBFx80KEZSWTeWmjIaCWxBJx2leFzqDQRfJvM7mb8SnXeOVmDN2EvDrIXlzl13qQIWetwxKbEnpgPN7NpyCsJY95dEmnr/s320/bj+scout+cake+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixP22LV67mJOlSkWySYuBYkTqOy2ZhItLQJDnJ8odnUTl5gf1l3VlHANYp7HqrdwUXyHoeTlPDIw_PBUWwVi4faf6tzNNAW0WBZR29RJxAyvskS-_Sw2o005q_SLK6gQR8BtA9p9sMJPEI/s1600-h/bj+scout+cake+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315059139078070530" 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/AVvXsEixP22LV67mJOlSkWySYuBYkTqOy2ZhItLQJDnJ8odnUTl5gf1l3VlHANYp7HqrdwUXyHoeTlPDIw_PBUWwVi4faf6tzNNAW0WBZR29RJxAyvskS-_Sw2o005q_SLK6gQR8BtA9p9sMJPEI/s320/bj+scout+cake+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />*Note: this is his mama! Isn't he the cutest little chef? I loved it when he said "this cake decorating is a lot harder than it looks!" He was so proud of himself.<br /><div></div></div>Sarah Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11168921357377445765noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944604026471810564.post-15272620397183742182009-03-19T13:37:00.003-06:002009-03-19T13:48:47.613-06:008 is enough. Or is it?!I have been a hermit these past 2 weeks. Emily was sick first, then Lukas. You know how they say when life gives you lemons to make lemonade? I took it a step farther than that and made lemon-poppyseed muffins. And bran muffins. And cornmeal muffins. And more raisin bran muffins. And then some pineapple coconut muffins--2 kinds actually, to compare. And I threw in some banana bread while I was at it. Then some French bread. And some granola, just to feel a little healthier. So, the question is, what do you get when you make 270 muffins in one week?<br /><br />The answer was revealed today at my Dr.'s appointment. How about an 8 pound weight gain? And I don't think it's just because my hair grew another 1/8th of an inch last month....<br /><br />But who cares. Throw out the scale and feed me more because hallelujah I'm not puking my guts out and I'm enjoying myself. (except the heart burn, but icecream fixes that right up.) I think it's no coincidence that last week in our family scripture study I came across my new favorite scripture in 2 Nephi 9:51 "....let your soul delight in fatness." I'm doing my best!Sarah Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11168921357377445765noreply@blogger.com6