tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60060794144720117572024-03-05T22:35:26.759-05:00The Neo-Hippy HousewifeAshlee Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14095080780473733491noreply@blogger.comBlogger74125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006079414472011757.post-2501350652231355812009-03-26T11:34:00.001-04:002009-03-26T11:35:49.507-04:00A lot of nothing.I know I said in my 101 in 1001 that I will try to blog once a week, but really there is nothing to talk about lately. I am boring. I am tired. I am pissy. And I'm sure no one wants to hear about that. So.<br /><br />This is me half-assedly fulfilling my contractual obligation. :P<br /><br />I promise a more interesting post next week.Ashlee Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14095080780473733491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006079414472011757.post-25981238722258684072009-03-07T12:16:00.004-05:002009-03-07T12:25:57.027-05:00#27......learning to work my camera.<br /><div><div><div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>I messed about with the zoom feature today (oh so difficult, I know. I am no photographer, people. I barely know how to work those disposable cameras. Do they even make those anymore?)</div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>I perfected my super-stealthy spy skillz, taking pics of my kids. I kicked their butts outside in the rain (hey it wasn't POURING rain), and spied on them from my bathroom window.</div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310496998053646818" 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/AVvXsEjznxYWNM-Z05W4Ezr33AOVZAs4hzzqEanO3ICCQ7sXilbEF3j0yw8CPih-ewhYHQhi7W6om8YlKs8B3hFrbEykELtxD5t61cAhQ4ehgNIxQ0ALYG_gv-q4Rbf3AgDCH6TCsgNLz55idTg/s320/IMGA0251.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310497010954091938" 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/AVvXsEhQcuiJzL041mYAMn-o3uGUczHc07nlewOq-k7OBAswdZIVVj6C-6xymOLUPdynY074V8p_tmzqVDYKniUGEAg4Qs2cH40BGg9o71S8Sm9oPUYcqfbrDz3VOnijq-LqDRG-faAazPIAoxk/s320/IMGA0243.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310497006622415986" 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/AVvXsEgpmjB3XrIk5hrrtS0ik0wxTbwfFTTYigJdNCvKjAdzU4Ii198AIE2Sh7QPS_fSGFzyLNTbEOX2jfwv2kfGauQ329j3uv-I8iVkhcRRBB0PTwl5zZmIiW3ejgEb-63nom74QgYxZxwL0MU/s320/IMGA0248.JPG" border="0" />And then, I was caught! I tried to quickly hide around the corner of the window but she'd seen me, and was giving me the eyebrows:</div><div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310497010178819794" 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/AVvXsEjz0niXU_VZ-mUW4GUOnM7Qb8gsZfyUXp__CIbzTJ4EtXidvD4PoCzc4oODslfZLvLS3bc2d1eVZVD0QjpRFVLV-REZ8x9yul2xflR_gbjCDIpIatyfAhwV53cvnn_8GPrt4fhtZ6nrGDs/s320/IMGA0244.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div><br /><p>So then of course the spy mission turned into a photo shoot and she posed for a minute.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310497019653191698" 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/AVvXsEiFiO6c8uGsvpsxoVTPYJzvTHaPJITvbXLf0rNxl_T7bB6CX8BNVkaG_3-F1NGaNYk7OsVxZGFkcz8yY9zHsTpPXk7XswSgnb-kvNYMN0P0kHB6EfmFux6gqPJkuVLyq8IerR54SAeanoQ/s320/IMGA0250.JPG" border="0" /></p><p>They came in filthy, wet, and cold. They're bathing now, then lunch. </p><p>Rowen pictures later! He is sleeping, thank the heavens.</p>Ashlee Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14095080780473733491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006079414472011757.post-20680058903274369612009-03-06T20:36:00.001-05:002009-03-06T21:21:31.763-05:00Welcome Back.......your dreams were your ticket out..... (Oh no she DI'N'T!)<br /><br />HI!!!!!!<br /><br />So yeah I totally neglected my bloggy for a long long time. But now I'm back, and it's part of my 101 in 1001 to blog at least once a week, so there will be a bunch more of me here (hopefully!).<br /><br />I'm pretty new to the thing, I just started my list today, but basically the 101 in 1001 is a list of 101 things you would like to do/make/have/accomplish in 1001 days (about 2.5 years). The things can be anything, big or small, but they have to be specific. And I need to read more about it, myself, but I figured what better a first-post-in-forever than my list so far?<br /><br />101 In 1001:<br /><br />1. Find a doable exercise regimen I *ENJOY* and stick to it.<br />2. Have a table at a craft fair or at the farmer's market in our town.<br />3. Get chickens (and/or other farm-ish, "useful" animals).<br />4. Make a quilt (tee-shirt quilts don't count!).<br />5. Learn to make sushi.<br />6. Go to a winery.<br />7. Get my driver's license!!!!!!<br />8. Meet some of my internet bff's in person.<br />9. Learn to knit (no, I don't know how! And technically I don't know how to crochet neither so...)<br />10. Learn to read patterns for crochet.<br />11. Try raw figs.<br />12. Teach Brenda cursive before June 2009 (more on that later).<br />13. Have a system set up to organize and store all of my towering, toppling craft supplies.<br />14. Learn to play the piano. And read music.<br />15. Absolutely NO drastic haircuts. For two years! This will be a hard one. Just trimming of split ends.<br />16. ***Secret***<br />17. Let my father know that he is not.<br />18. Spend more time with people I care about.<br />19. Try octopus.<br />20. Go strawberry picking.<br />21. Make a bookshelf dollhouse with Brenda.<br />22. Start composting for our garden.<br />23. Get to 145 lbs. (Currently at 158 lbs. Yeah, I said it out loud. It's not far, it's do-able, but still technically "overweight". Whatever.)<br />24. Use my day-planner. Keep it in my purse or by the coffee pot. Open to the right day.<br />25. Track my period.<br />26. Use our never-used Rosetta Stone software (or whatever brand it is) to learn Spanish. At least the important stuff.<br />27. Learn to work my camera (perhaps find some sort of written instruction?).<br />---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />So that's what I have so far. I have a long way to go, but I did only start today. So.<br /><br />Kids' news soon. I promise. I have to blog once a week for 2 1/2 years now, remember?Ashlee Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14095080780473733491noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006079414472011757.post-33065400670210776462008-08-25T09:52:00.000-04:002008-08-25T10:16:44.462-04:00Tag, I'm it....Thanks <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">PrairieKnitWit</span>, I needed a distraction from unpacking and putting my life back together.....<br /><br />A. attached or single? Attached.<br /><br />B. best friend? My husband. It's like we share a brain sometimes.<br /><br />C. cake or pie? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Hmm</span>. I like cookies. How about, cake in spring/summer, pie in fall/winter.<br /><br />D. day of choice? Sunday, it's usually a lazy family day.<br /><br />E. essential item? Huh. I'm not sure I find any items essential. I'll even go for like a week forgetting to wear my glasses.... how about.... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Xanax</span> (kidding).... or.... the stroller.<br /><br />F. favorite color? Scarlet red, or jade green. But not together, I hate red and green together.<br /><br />G. gummy bears or worms? Both. I LOVE <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">gummies</span>. My favorite kind of candy.<br /><br />H. hometown? Hick-town in the far suburbs of Buffalo NY.<br /><br />I. favorite indulgence? Sleep.<br /><br />J. January or July? Both.... January when it's July, July when it's January. Can't just be happy with the weather, you know. :P<br /><br />K. kids? For sale! :P I have three. A girl and two boys.<br /><br />L. life isn't complete without? Death.<br /><br />M. marriage date? (Oh crap what is it, oh yeah) April 6<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">th</span>. I didn't really like my wedding so I don't exactly hold the date close to my memory. (Nothing to do with the person I married, it was just hurried and not what I wanted in a wedding. But, whatever.....)<br /><br />N. number of brothers & sisters? Zero.<br /><br />O. oranges or apples? Both.<br /><br />P. phobias? Lots and lots of stuff. Spiders, bugs, drowning, zombies, heights. I just recently explained to my husband that my fear of heights isn't exactly a fear of heights but a fear that I will involuntarily throw myself off of heights, more like conceding to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">gravitational</span> pull than any actual suicidal thoughts... yeah, he looked at me like I was nuts.<br /><br />Q. quotes? "All that is certain is that nothing is certain."<br /><br />R. reasons to smile? Cute babies. Happy endings. Watching my kids be nice to each other. Music. My husband's vulgar and hilarious sense of humor.<br /><br />S. season of choice? Autumn. Crisp. Clean. New and old. Baked goods and crockpots. Sweaters and boots. Awesome colors.<br /><br />T. tag seven peeps! Nah.<br /><br />U. unknown fact about me? I like to have unknown facts to myself, thanks.<br /><br />V. vegetable? Asparagus. Zucchini. Pumpkin.<br /><br />W. worst habits? I curse a lot. A LOT. More than a mother really should. I am trying to censor it more now, though. Also, my housekeeping is just awful.<br /><br />X. x-ray or ultrasound? I always loved getting a fetal ultrasound and would get as many as I could when I was pregnant. So cool.<br /><br />Y. your favorite food? Fish and shellfish. Or non-tomato based pasta dishes.<br /><br />Z. zodiac sign? Gemini. Which is probably why I gave more than one answer to most of the questions above.<br /><br />No tagging, if you want to play, link to your meme in my comments section. I am too lazy to tag people.Ashlee Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14095080780473733491noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006079414472011757.post-9062894300515037062008-07-31T12:13:00.000-04:002008-12-08T17:53:46.506-05:00Under the Table and Dreaming<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVEGdYU5ZCHHGACYCuV5A5E4vDI4L-lFOJAOmyVD1ogkhyw-bBZTCCqjlHJoEezlB60e-6xshNz5DVffurCIxDcgE0ThFawlAbhezCxsN0x0tXEhErC3-VHOdtvZtMQDt9bm1sVXghEY4/s1600-h/IMGA0362.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229212421275344258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVEGdYU5ZCHHGACYCuV5A5E4vDI4L-lFOJAOmyVD1ogkhyw-bBZTCCqjlHJoEezlB60e-6xshNz5DVffurCIxDcgE0ThFawlAbhezCxsN0x0tXEhErC3-VHOdtvZtMQDt9bm1sVXghEY4/s320/IMGA0362.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Ashlee Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14095080780473733491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006079414472011757.post-29525803789719672062008-07-27T13:21:00.000-04:002008-12-08T17:53:46.844-05:00Family Tree....Back from a weekend of debauchery. I was thrilled to make like I'm ACTUALLY 23 again. Lovely, relaxing, smooth and just felt right. We did dinner and cocktails and wandered about aimlessly (like we NEVER do). I did laps in a pool by myself without having to worry about which kid might slip and fall on the concrete or dive into the pool without swimmies. Then I took my vampire romance novel and read in the jacuzzi tub. And went to bed at 12 and woke up at 3 (that's the afternoon people... the AFTERNOON!!! :-O ) Then came the tattoos....<br /><br /><div align="center">Mine, (kinda fuzzy picture sorry), is my "family tree". Husband on top, the two older ones on each side and Rowen on the bottom. If there are any more oopsie-kids, we'll have to just add below Rowen I guess. I drew the names myself, and then the tree is a 12th century Celtic engraving of the tree of immortality and love.</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbQeR78GZPxGmba1NlIPFA2xUIi_hgB_vu4PRzKZDFtvp1UbMBGec1IW22-_suPjziC8J8e_i4OBdQCtI7C8QlNi4Di8THlmKqp8n-jC0AASYmavNyWiS4kgyg45_Pmd5UKxhxE9U1AZ8/s1600-h/IMGA0347.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227746315437935154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbQeR78GZPxGmba1NlIPFA2xUIi_hgB_vu4PRzKZDFtvp1UbMBGec1IW22-_suPjziC8J8e_i4OBdQCtI7C8QlNi4Di8THlmKqp8n-jC0AASYmavNyWiS4kgyg45_Pmd5UKxhxE9U1AZ8/s320/IMGA0347.JPG" border="0" /></a> LOVE IT.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Now Tim's tat. The square one was already there... he added the celtic dragon circle last night. A little play on the infinity snake (not sure that's the technical term but I'm sure you all know what I'm talking about). I love the dragon heads.</div><div align="center"> </div><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxGVwaC8IeQ_j3glgG4wVpZJwzGqdh5q9s-pZtt1zo_wGPKV5zo4wcsPuIR44loUiSSo3jxupSTkcz1G1YAb3p3EmP6uGj2MYCTfegzaYeO6El7XQwBZtHbEqd8uLNR1SuBLLqTxthv9U/s1600-h/IMGA0349.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227746317948107202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxGVwaC8IeQ_j3glgG4wVpZJwzGqdh5q9s-pZtt1zo_wGPKV5zo4wcsPuIR44loUiSSo3jxupSTkcz1G1YAb3p3EmP6uGj2MYCTfegzaYeO6El7XQwBZtHbEqd8uLNR1SuBLLqTxthv9U/s320/IMGA0349.JPG" border="0" /></a> All in all a good time. I am hungover and sleepy, although I got more sleep this weekend than I do in a normal week. </p><p>Back to the daily grind.... SIIIIIiiiiigh........</p><p>I appreciate all of the happiness I've gotten about me getting away. I feel like you all are as happy for my little break as I was. That makes me feel all mushy inside.</p><p>Oh and a special shout-out to my Momma who corralled the monsters (including and especially Lushifer [that's Luke to you], owch. SO glad I wasn't here this weekend. You earn the granny medal of endurance). </p><p>Now it's time for me to eat as much as possible before I start back on the diet-wagon tomorrow morning. :P</p><p>(And, P.S., does it make me a mom-ster that I didn't miss my kids AT ALL. Not even the little one. I hope not... hey, at least I included them in my tattoo....)</p>Ashlee Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14095080780473733491noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006079414472011757.post-38170434580077856132008-07-21T13:24:00.000-04:002008-12-08T17:53:47.620-05:00Hippy Chic.I finished a baby blanket for my friend's soon-to-be neonate in LESS THAN THREE DAYS. Wow.<br /><div></div><br /><div>*Applause*</div><div></div><br /><div>Thank you, thank you. I'd also like to thank the absolute lack of motivation to do anything but sit on my couch and watch <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">tv</span> that made this possible.</div><br /><div></div><div>Photos....<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225522551597171858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkCXbxIvxfQtM5JwstasFU72VVo7uuTwJh1LIAPeVu7vl6sE-KKqkhWKCBsRUBoToyqk_0RHZHGTzbzSu_0pJksOyNWjw45tU6AxIeB4Hq2E5-Hnno9ETbIiSY18JyUgSsee95YBFD9E4/s320/IMGA0293.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225522556517158258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcJZWto4FW2QzxBAa98uG3U95a_hu3fLVB4Gsgb7mtwdxzogvymwePdXafy1boYhZrl8oeufM2xTun6vegYDApWJ2ZOODqJqL5g0LvDj49O6kmPgi6RAJu4yaVcp_aRl2PhWQofZuIVkw/s320/IMGA0294.JPG" border="0" /></p><p>It's also baby-tested for snuggle-ability (and thrash-ability, as well)....</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225522563081606146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOLzb_J-zZEGXtshZmxJ3t8TW3TrvGCGRl7MosCsrJcylBH0PLmJ_9sFJxSTM4OrExQe_pSGMTIuQBG4ayGjbesLIWcsw0vfoah_5qk4zoXOidoOaBqvgLPuAno3RZmJb4qyXBw4Qim30/s320/IMGA0295.JPG" border="0" /></p><p>I anticipated needing much more yarn than I did, so I have one <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">skein</span> each left of the blue and pink colors, as well as some cream (which was leftovers from an earlier project anyways). So anticipate more, blanket-matching baby stuff to be shown in the near future.</p><p>Also, I am in the process of making some clothespin dolls and a portable dollhouse for Brenda's birthday (but mostly for our long driving trip and week vacation afterwards, so she has something to play with there that's small but fun and versatile)....</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225522566020420754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzWVgJXNZZpVa5Vh8F02942rLOGXThYiB6NGljrTNAmCClZHfW9loeXpy82q757iHUMGwj9xVLORibb0QB1zpHDAHUTLG3o60xiCyeElZKfyNwhbve_wjsJq9d_xaHhG2hH7LINkuwPDE/s320/IMGA0298.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225522564264063282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPi4aaloQ5itlpt9YNy3ZQbtnbb_8lxOvWcg1mXRibdKxFtKTTn770ClG3DReVHXlMvOaNM33aLASVNeBFN7elJTcB67miC8gTyaQv8nNQH8nGN8pR8eSeJb4VpO12gQuN-k7rQeGhddo/s320/IMGA0301.JPG" border="0" /></p><p>Yes, those are mermaids.</p><p>Edited to add: </p><p>1.) Yes, the blanket IS even, but I didn't have patience to take time and even it out for a picture so my baby could snatch it up just the moment before I snapped the photo.</p><p>2.) No, I apparently didn't find arms important in doll-designing. I just noticed... hmm... </p>Ashlee Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14095080780473733491noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006079414472011757.post-22268030488986767312008-07-19T09:56:00.001-04:002008-12-08T17:53:47.974-05:00Brenda's New Hair.Yep. Brenda actually wants to be like me. I've been telling her I'd cut her hair for weeks now, but I finally got around to it a couple days ago. She looks positively grown up.<br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Before:</div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224725105569938546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuXXvHP_Wm4CYcdONiHMIKgIStqKKqPBenEkpYBIryu4JHypYwQ0CMfuutsH73rfzKTovAOgmBX0lCPvL7s3AsAt3NGJJWPjgPMdnEJ6wMUSOIbDVWkq9zgSToDHHhya7BHRe1LiuDEuU/s320/IMGA0091.JPG" border="0" /><br />After, when she said she wanted her hair cut "...like yours, Momma. But straight." (Brat)</p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224725107054542274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTtCkl4Xq1IUKh42zKIyC9UEHwc53OmSvk2WCyvZAmq8mH0yxSwXAjoboIHMBFShxEAyDPx-HOSK5ortAUmDiCj4HVD1I7WyiQPvQeCPTJ61kF8r1YPAElbsGmjNc1ggE0ozAapOCsqG0/s320/IMGA0207.JPG" border="0" />Pretty little Sister. She absolutely needs to stop getting bigger, effective immediately. I'm sending her the memo now.Ashlee Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14095080780473733491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006079414472011757.post-85079164018594839652008-07-19T09:40:00.000-04:002008-12-08T17:53:48.681-05:00Saturday Morning Cartoons.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP_4Ra5R8h9T3ANrEGGYyl0UPVtUaIVR9OtzeDXOJ4IVu8GV3gAJBH87UPK0Qu38sgUwzWWd3OCYciucaZJxnqLPPJS9GZ6fJ5MAdicqtDViUOlXIBMQg_POEW5d18xZtyeFPwtg4Hb6I/s1600-h/IMGA0205.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224721349191380130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP_4Ra5R8h9T3ANrEGGYyl0UPVtUaIVR9OtzeDXOJ4IVu8GV3gAJBH87UPK0Qu38sgUwzWWd3OCYciucaZJxnqLPPJS9GZ6fJ5MAdicqtDViUOlXIBMQg_POEW5d18xZtyeFPwtg4Hb6I/s320/IMGA0205.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsF10gQQam29A_JS5pV2nODQg2mzu6cjD0jQtsbogt79EpbCtdXNP5L162_ubDDLL0fBVZImIYjzBbYjlFE1Y6I7EPDuOD1HQGW9khMxvgDfxjDIlqD2D-W1Z0nxgn99ma4KktniOjgis/s1600-h/IMGA0202.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224721351808836194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsF10gQQam29A_JS5pV2nODQg2mzu6cjD0jQtsbogt79EpbCtdXNP5L162_ubDDLL0fBVZImIYjzBbYjlFE1Y6I7EPDuOD1HQGW9khMxvgDfxjDIlqD2D-W1Z0nxgn99ma4KktniOjgis/s320/IMGA0202.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH6qxF64B72Sd9H5SRSEpR37p3S6QIDgRgVfG9M1W15ccEeXJu4WiL3foP98dnbKcca-Mi-Hysgy01OG6t-EfjIfZihf_av2kGrXqh6y0Pe05vtZD8jK7osm6GVyJ4I2Q6bLWLh9XVSh0/s1600-h/IMGA0206.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224721353089044002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH6qxF64B72Sd9H5SRSEpR37p3S6QIDgRgVfG9M1W15ccEeXJu4WiL3foP98dnbKcca-Mi-Hysgy01OG6t-EfjIfZihf_av2kGrXqh6y0Pe05vtZD8jK7osm6GVyJ4I2Q6bLWLh9XVSh0/s320/IMGA0206.JPG" border="0" /></a> And I give you one of the very few moments my baby son has clothes on....<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgycvv0nDpqFXQRPJNh5Gtp1-qGpKDP3h9DR_C6qUmcvz2xmuQhr45B0KDKOONWM2hqMi-7ATtOYHXZeGXJy5qkw9TtvRnnRbnxa5ExoOWdAxWjgYDJFtNlh0ezzu4CAOa0vKWBhliPe3k/s1600-h/IMGA0030.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224721358102326210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgycvv0nDpqFXQRPJNh5Gtp1-qGpKDP3h9DR_C6qUmcvz2xmuQhr45B0KDKOONWM2hqMi-7ATtOYHXZeGXJy5qkw9TtvRnnRbnxa5ExoOWdAxWjgYDJFtNlh0ezzu4CAOa0vKWBhliPe3k/s320/IMGA0030.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Isn't he the sweetest little muffin you've ever seen? :)</div><div> </div><div>(Now where, oh WHERE did I put that camera manual? Sigh... photography isn't my strong suit.)</div>Ashlee Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14095080780473733491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006079414472011757.post-89780960690827676542008-07-18T21:06:00.001-04:002008-12-08T17:53:49.601-05:00"New" Clothes.I made this jacket for Brenda last night, from 4 different articles of clothing....<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga3CwtWkNljkKXOse8Z2aPSfSnQOQ7vNqtIbF572XK55lzGr4UKzDarbyqAWwOyqVNy8zqDQyyHSiTaZ-7ZRK6eW0U1FtTPluEwnK1utStumBxSS19mAHz7IrEQT_4d5CXOYSOo2Ww8rQ/s1600-h/IMGA0196.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224527011907421042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga3CwtWkNljkKXOse8Z2aPSfSnQOQ7vNqtIbF572XK55lzGr4UKzDarbyqAWwOyqVNy8zqDQyyHSiTaZ-7ZRK6eW0U1FtTPluEwnK1utStumBxSS19mAHz7IrEQT_4d5CXOYSOo2Ww8rQ/s320/IMGA0196.JPG" border="0" /></a>I might change the collar.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8XTCIhUUrkvqykxTDP4sib5qwge0iY92PGPNLstVfDmvqle2JxCvgTa6VmUVWNUUyPFt4A8KZp6FDGckY1QCl7EglctKTIjNOfoemoSvYTRWWhcoS3sQofnbHokTfSt6dAT0eobhZDq4/s1600-h/IMGA0197.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224527010209200914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8XTCIhUUrkvqykxTDP4sib5qwge0iY92PGPNLstVfDmvqle2JxCvgTa6VmUVWNUUyPFt4A8KZp6FDGckY1QCl7EglctKTIjNOfoemoSvYTRWWhcoS3sQofnbHokTfSt6dAT0eobhZDq4/s320/IMGA0197.JPG" border="0" /></a> Also, yesterday the kids were bored (as usual) so I let them paint some tee-shirts.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm9ljvKj0ciMwdJ-1rrIYzjvlWhqpxuTqJFyBXQPG_yGH0Cc65ZYbC4oa4zVMKUytlxgwjJ0RMJlKRxRisr6aZ1ivEnDLKIvq4FFkBQrnEgweAWrzaBsWX79HtrJ0AhzzLW4HfKclyv1U/s1600-h/IMGA0153.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224527012103099618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm9ljvKj0ciMwdJ-1rrIYzjvlWhqpxuTqJFyBXQPG_yGH0Cc65ZYbC4oa4zVMKUytlxgwjJ0RMJlKRxRisr6aZ1ivEnDLKIvq4FFkBQrnEgweAWrzaBsWX79HtrJ0AhzzLW4HfKclyv1U/s320/IMGA0153.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2kKzTBsmO0qm19PSvi1pQNtD_bKln2h_2UrMEWy858n6_ZzDs42mI3WzQUF3subrox-s-doCrceh88Ey-bGzUUlWArQoSxLY_1NJeUCDFDnWQcSEgKzT298xaJtP0jhDoZ3G4-b-p5eA/s1600-h/IMGA0157.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224527016203871154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2kKzTBsmO0qm19PSvi1pQNtD_bKln2h_2UrMEWy858n6_ZzDs42mI3WzQUF3subrox-s-doCrceh88Ey-bGzUUlWArQoSxLY_1NJeUCDFDnWQcSEgKzT298xaJtP0jhDoZ3G4-b-p5eA/s320/IMGA0157.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi-ksStuS6gRajOThIYQCdqXuUzkUt6Zyll7y049YeEh8x1wARCQLZs9wiko1J3nkz2qd8uX5P5ZQS2nD-x5dZqQeURfMo9GQrWWyebwrD-giJFEf5YP8KZC5IDxF0jCIXLpiQy6CqQiQ/s1600-h/IMGA0166.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224527017276407298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi-ksStuS6gRajOThIYQCdqXuUzkUt6Zyll7y049YeEh8x1wARCQLZs9wiko1J3nkz2qd8uX5P5ZQS2nD-x5dZqQeURfMo9GQrWWyebwrD-giJFEf5YP8KZC5IDxF0jCIXLpiQy6CqQiQ/s320/IMGA0166.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224527164472917810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihHqvuqhrkkgppe2iIu9fFaI_Vlu1L7qnjDw8X6tC_Y7qna0xeTb7r8Z98DMKC8b2KL5aU4UK5M7zqv8wNfaSln-EQHfoe4059giwPchgo2NLPC7nzysM3_UgbroD4O1_9dkMxRnwsGcM/s320/IMGA0167.JPG" border="0" /></div><br />Luke has worn his all day. I was told that both tee-shirts have butterflies on them.Ashlee Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14095080780473733491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006079414472011757.post-58510065190135027122008-07-16T11:00:00.000-04:002008-12-08T17:53:56.628-05:00UPDATE Again, Jeez I am getting bad at this Life-Blog Thing....So. It's been like 4 months. I am really not great at keeping up with anything at all. Housework, diaries, schooling, meal plans, coupon clipping, finishing projects, etc, etc. I'm all about instant and constant gratification without actually having to do much. I guess that makes me lazy. Or maybe I'm just tired (since little Mans doesn't sleep through the night yet and yes, still wakes up 2-4 times a night, on average. Yawn). Yeah, that's it. Tired, scatter-brained, but not lazy.<br /><br /><div></div><div>Anywho, it's time for Kids Pictures!</div><div></div><div>Friday was Luke's birthday (THREE! Omigosh.), so let's start with him...</div><div></div><br /><div align="center">The thoughtful chew.....<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223642495323427874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjloxT8jGqFn4PW_8juTWlsr2YgaZpPqfJP2-TbCX8nf8wGQM_wQ3mXY0ci2o3GEyvxxmHG5B1Cxu_rGqA-WHy2gyIt2sOMypR3H9YRrkI6Pj69zlMRXPAcY6fwOux-OsOtX1YlphH4mao/s320/IMGA0034.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Running crazy at the splash park....</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223642509310188818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXInPzw3g18fUwjdedXKr6aKTEpqwNbF1KGSCokq3hBmDd0_cIAyhatgH3gg26wjKBfuha_2t4fxJgr_EnRDdLQRzlr_kIDkbOOwYoIV9IVAkW4rNvzFkljJYQAQ48zKmdfnJRIsjX9xo/s320/IMGA0057.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">His "cool" pose....</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223642512336164210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-kYPtIXxZ9XpQBXy9JmpjzBhUKi4kltPWVANR57iA6wV916eykPLPr6VxvWLliEQ9loI2Cb2L6G5DfKVivH7BDZpwsWxft2Q1r9cxKZlaggDw_k6KVHffs7F-wW-cyza_mQWQW4Y358g/s320/IMGA0110.JPG" border="0" />He's quite the crazy monster, still. Too smart for his maturity level.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Now Rowen.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Just about my favorite picture ever....<br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223643711284590530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9QRRuwZaaRG7lj4uZgeZKLZ09kY2P3MaJm8TPcMqKihSIR8_TUcR08F4CDCVT5_aBKs5b-z8VxuUd12JBwCPjVAel4LWriqOhooOpNSmoza1njJ4K5WvnjcEyBJFRVb-2Z1g_2QYcPdk/s320/rowendaddy+bw.jpg" border="0" />Yeah, he's the gross one...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223643719768284338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilbaOjWhzLTrve2_eI4ZdM6ZOxyQf_yK55QNesOdVeU_wD3oluleiyyJz30RQ6RhfvSfvOBWmkyt4J7Nzg2JHH7UtvqNvJLrahpHZ6n5yncEZNbCW4Ks3_aJ-d83iOHOkUbHa9RhlbP0w/s320/IMGA0105.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">The Casual Ignore....</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223643732489142370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMlq3id6Is9Pt7xVdTqQlV87xGoLTUEPvBvsmGcaDTemuL22bxzXRtX-X9A3aFdeomSiYQntkOhO_yfi2a-Pqaybrv4LURBPcHDA14d2_jue01YGG_lfWA4Flsh7vawvuEhcvANdcTZYo/s320/IMGA0094.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">And last but certainly not least, little Brenda Lee.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Crazy eyes. (Psst, she made that necklace herself. Wears it everywhere. So proud.)</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223642501271993282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ZI3nWQcly5Jhnt0TusBjXXlxRa2O560HKr_cFKkDlb9cLfAiyxMNqI_V_R3VqG3pFJa8EmWkoDLG0nATb5ANxV4FbkoQQQHRWuTWz9edNeXUzC1X-lXlYHvQ_k9k3sd640hQE6b8-kY/s320/IMGA0036.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">At the splash park (it's pretty much our place to go)...</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223642505011481250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAkOWeDxYudyBQDoUWvKuFQJO7-ZG0RqZjmZS7G-t7pyVGJ-C-MTuF0DMl4hs0rm_CSZ9jcDQNhmwH4yZWCuvh6t2zWTYH1MIMbU0cIIUiZMCfVf4iUNvBIVU4WgxRLlCg_gKWziIxaeM/s320/IMGA0054.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Lazing about on the couch with Daddy's tee-shirt quilt.</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223643729850846114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx1gUwRJ1p-6W0F503TWy9Io_bIlSw9uFlY_zmpLnXyMGceGQXdzGMuk9jJYh5hWah6tCkMK6vhRVyZf24w7B0gEqNyP8InIH1smUdil3pzAT74y9lCHILqKMiGkPM5aSzMeO1NrznfSQ/s320/IMGA0108.JPG" border="0" /></div><p align="center">Miss Smarty Pants is bored and can't wait to go back to school.</p><p align="left">Well there they are. My pretty family. Hopefully it won't be another 1/2 year before I update again.... </p><p align="left">(Oh yeah, did you like my artsy black and white pictures? I'm getting mad at my camera because when the pictures go on the computer, the colors are weird. Maybe it's actually the computer.... whatever. I didn't like the color. So they're b&w. So there. :P)</p>Ashlee Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14095080780473733491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006079414472011757.post-39484505430387892382008-03-24T13:34:00.000-04:002008-03-24T10:34:55.499-04:00Warning..Some jerk tried to put some sort of virus in my blog, I removed all comments from my last post & am now screening all calls, so to speak. Thanks, jackass.Ashlee Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14095080780473733491noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006079414472011757.post-59675998855126732008-03-19T11:56:00.000-04:002008-12-08T17:53:57.160-05:00Happy Half-Birthday, Little Mans!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj90GVwGvEVYCL0pf4T-oeelPNBU3U8o3e37ombhL5l3IbeK_WJ2-wHLNBqVze8nyz25vrTDRRVgbFiTfoFiF8yHoyB8jfrjXxEV5Fi8JytLJGA-o4cUG4bedCl0v324oML745AUGD2UiM/s1600-h/IMGA0722.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179434240246637250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj90GVwGvEVYCL0pf4T-oeelPNBU3U8o3e37ombhL5l3IbeK_WJ2-wHLNBqVze8nyz25vrTDRRVgbFiTfoFiF8yHoyB8jfrjXxEV5Fi8JytLJGA-o4cUG4bedCl0v324oML745AUGD2UiM/s320/IMGA0722.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFMKj5jQNxos2s3TpnRUWpx9BYjxSS9co5YbtHEG-e5bZCm1h7ZQgLXSjRXTFGizMowKMADOWpcC9iy-BXi3IW-1SfEAa27A9FMBkqO0twR-t-ISM-AneVqhODrTwnxI6FcjvPAl0zClQ/s1600-h/IMGA0727.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179434240246637266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFMKj5jQNxos2s3TpnRUWpx9BYjxSS9co5YbtHEG-e5bZCm1h7ZQgLXSjRXTFGizMowKMADOWpcC9iy-BXi3IW-1SfEAa27A9FMBkqO0twR-t-ISM-AneVqhODrTwnxI6FcjvPAl0zClQ/s320/IMGA0727.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcs7l5II3LYRlkzf5axm-GpNoGWwVTe5TrR4OsJKL4ML1rca1nFPyBCjncI5Uwi4YoxJ-rZphdXK0SI9z-N4bPU81t9TgtdFz_58gWO9IsmD-fH_u4QBYUPqRreDAXLsiJz9B3ErPaU5o/s1600-h/IMGA0754.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179434244541604578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcs7l5II3LYRlkzf5axm-GpNoGWwVTe5TrR4OsJKL4ML1rca1nFPyBCjncI5Uwi4YoxJ-rZphdXK0SI9z-N4bPU81t9TgtdFz_58gWO9IsmD-fH_u4QBYUPqRreDAXLsiJz9B3ErPaU5o/s320/IMGA0754.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTgotwpOwslFiit00U20VZCQ4Ab2fAtvI6-J2iuOiKOynWGAj8CFhIG-4A6icahEJhp1a6ba-IQ4J5NqTlEXOoMsxfDUJMdmfJG0kdFywjXbgb7VCWlBJwi4-bk_xO2Qm0gA0a0v0LveA/s1600-h/IMGA0756.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179434244541604594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTgotwpOwslFiit00U20VZCQ4Ab2fAtvI6-J2iuOiKOynWGAj8CFhIG-4A6icahEJhp1a6ba-IQ4J5NqTlEXOoMsxfDUJMdmfJG0kdFywjXbgb7VCWlBJwi4-bk_xO2Qm0gA0a0v0LveA/s320/IMGA0756.JPG" border="0" /></a> Man, they grow up too fast. Today Rowen is 6 months old, & I can't even believe it. He can scoot backwards on his back... he's trying to roll over, and I distinctly heard him say "Hiiiiii..." twice yesterday. :-O He plays with his toys with vigor and appreciates good food... mostly of the pureed soup, stew and casserole variety. He loves his brother and sister and they think he's pretty cool, too, and they watch over him like mama hawks. He (for the most part, of course) sleeps through the night until about 4:30 or 5, which is MUCH BETTER than what was happening a couple of months ago. He is the apple in my eye and I love him to death. Squish, cry, heart. Smoosh. Love.<br /><br />My baby. :-( :-) Pretty soon he'll be going to school. I can't even think of that right now.<br /><br />I might make him some sort of yummy pureed apple crisp or something for his birthday. I think he'd like that.<br /><br />Hope everyone has a good Rowen's Half-Birthday! :-)Ashlee Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14095080780473733491noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006079414472011757.post-91391449450207226702008-03-11T15:51:00.000-04:002008-12-08T17:53:57.430-05:00My blonde hair.<div>Finally, I am getting up a picture of my blonde hair and new glasses. Don't mind the roots and the no makeup.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176575028978082482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBq9pdfjM52pKMmQdtF-bshWWJ_xzml9BPQiJnoKsZS6egglcgk1OJX8t5hbewNEyBuwKhoaennNvtiq_42Gt-UrBkAaNLBaBGCnS5ab-yPhxShyphenhypheniEq3JqZZXRhlD-BhWVIti0wP6biS0/s320/IMGA0651.JPG" border="0" />Yuck, when did I get so chubby? Thank god it's almost spring.<br /></div><div></div><br /><div></div>Ashlee Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14095080780473733491noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006079414472011757.post-78088325084552934212008-02-20T17:40:00.000-05:002008-12-08T17:53:57.869-05:00Rowen!<div>Ok, Rowen update:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169147531834032658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTQaZd5JTO-VI-p3JPdm9io0J1rdGz4mj21Ar2c2QpvNHhYIZ4PZyBaJkiyi7SVkFpHyzuSWMqPzuZO6Vuf5uKaQDPCd21th7J2qmeaJfZByv_nd_rnKm8PPjhTONtQcWG96UnTDTdfyc/s320/IMGA0581.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169147531834032674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVXLM5cWNlIeryOMi0YS-rW8OGB_2df8qIABrK7bsSrRoS4pmac5kyZS_kq9pKjXEa9AsCXbUMC0yrGbuingJKF-_8YllJQFi7HBLinpxe8zYIroWN0RzBDfTOaiuN8sI8kLzv90blalY/s320/IMGA0546.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169147536128999986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_U8cyf1bizPxW6c0d7yVevH6h3w1ZzuXtoEP-MoyEF9tgXo7kdvcHVl7zj7C0W82avY-PDRbLQQSu3FLpmHl_ntF2L5f5f8TG5T-RV7o3i3rHYFx6XkFc8tqZ2kPYjIx_0qpXaPofX0A/s320/IMGA0551.JPG" border="0" />(The first picture, he is in a sling made for me by one of my dear friends on a website that will remain nameless... thanks missy! You can check out her shop <a href="http://www.jadeybaby.etsy.com/">here</a>.)<br /><br />So, Rowen. Still *hearts* boobies, but is expanding his palate to include cereal and fruit. Cute little monster. Insomniac. Momma-obsessed. Enjoys a good hockey game (no, really). Found his voice recently & LOVES screaming... no words yet though.<br /><br />More later, must feed the baby beast!Ashlee Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14095080780473733491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006079414472011757.post-79739581769622935962008-02-20T15:22:00.000-05:002008-12-08T17:53:58.380-05:00UPDATE: Kids.<div><br /><br /><br /><div>So it's been a while since I filled in my loyal readers (what are there, like two of you?). Here you are.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Brenda:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169111252245283266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVhHNnaQ4y7IKWpkMcegsszZoCktDhQ8EvV3VIuzU7a15s0EP-xTZPHX2Us-iz4uU-KUx2usvuPBo79W8kYqMRAf321niyZoVYAK3SN70ikzk1G6KjoeRmhp_1EtvPX141Ig0m3rheDck/s320/IMGA0574.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169111256540250578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIF04aOfMGC-Tgmukc8l7T9fLOgFIevs2eJguJv6AP-WkeMRRLG1lZsSxI8Qb5zMb35iexJXOwwbAMmFVFYNBwCFRvsg5j5jcerWJdoK-zgOWkOCVODgillOnMmx_5I66GmTZDlO0UxGA/s320/IMGA0580.JPG" border="0" />As you can see, Brenda just lost another tooth, "and the tooth fairy knows her NAME!" in her words. :) She is doing fantastic in school. Very smart, big on reading, listening to music, and practicing for PMS. Loves macaroni and cheese. Loves her brothers. Is a big helper-girl, all of the time. However, she is testing me constantly on how much back talk she can get away with. She also loves to watch Iron Chef America and Scooby Doo.</p><br /><p>Lucien:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169112368936780258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPMqGJ3KV4ASwsl1fEykACEPDvAXe2NMBYr69ZEdhYzwgsao-pOastEYy9w5ukPQ7gbWWcQhHeDV-xu5RzpvHuel2O53OCpwhFOPDhx56IS6-nYghs9QG7vZbiByDL0fDo0HT9E68EtDw/s320/IMGA0495.JPG" border="0" /></p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169112373231747570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLwIqnjfu__vJ_mFNxzOPr0u5yUsUQY4TSYVo_TdYwJL5NQXEhFGv2_ReModziMjtqHdzBngEJNmVGK47CneqO5IGG0lNPAuRIvYxdyAJLF76n0afzzFmWZEdZ0zckVt7RG3JxOZzdpdM/s320/IMGA0496.JPG" border="0" /></p><p>Ah, the elusive middle child. Most of his pictures look like those above. But here's one and you can KIND of see a face... he DOES indeed exist (although cynics still speculate...)</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169112377526714882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBIUhHE6kWOJV77emQTLPsN2M2QwZWTE5DxlJ-fHcdeTkLRt12wWfytHHZdrrPBv-fJf1fiI5_iTpxeWhKLhr9_yvL9OD2nnkCwNQJTPCuukYwO1q3R-v7d_LX8a6GP-7qSjpiE7EWEVo/s320/IMGA0505.JPG" border="0" /></p><p>So. Lucien. He is a holy terror. Still cute. Still red. He is starting with the potty training... he will go if he's asked to go, but won't tell us yet that he has to go potty. Baby steps. He enjoys making momma crazy and drinking maple-syrup milk. He likes to put dishes away and wipe down surfaces with baby wipes. Still loves Ted. Loves his baby brother, finally... he holds Rowen's hand and sings to him. "Iss'akay, my widdle Row-wen, beebee Row-wen, widdle Row-wen... I yuv yew, an' I yuv yew, an' I YUUUUUVVV, my yiddle GUYYYY..." He likes to make up songs, such as "Buff-lo Bills, an' Buff-lo Bills, an'..... HOCKEEEEYYYYY...." And I am still clinging to nap time, although I'm sure it's nearing it's end.</p><p>For a Rowen update, you must wait... he is screaming, teething, constipated and generally PISSED OFF at the world. Bye!</p><p> </p>Ashlee Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14095080780473733491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006079414472011757.post-3606746436013832862008-02-18T13:17:00.000-05:002008-02-18T10:17:13.070-05:00<a href="http://www.the-n.com/games/quiz/3321"><img src="http://www.the-n.com/media/quiz/badges/timeofday_quiz/1002.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Huh. Last time I took this quiz, it told me I was 2:11 A.M.<br /><br />That's a Gemini for you I guess.Ashlee Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14095080780473733491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006079414472011757.post-53692744410876013962008-02-18T12:40:00.000-05:002008-12-08T17:53:58.744-05:00It's been a while..Man, you keep putting it off and putting it off, and before you know it it's the middle of February. However, I do have an excuse.. I had no memory card, so there were no new pictures to be had.<br /><br />Some news... we just got a new puppy! A cocker spaniel, Shamrock... Roxy for short. She's pretty cute but a handful, to say the least, and I feel like another child has been added to our household. Because that's what we needed. Yeah.<br /><br />Anyways, pictures....<br /><br />(Oh, and don't mind the ogre holding her. This picture was taken pre-face application.)<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168329795830677922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8aFVjXf_88aO-B0XgvKyPBCcFIb5Amqb3OyX4D5tgi9nRUJ1KPXriHKqt_4vtAp2VlCB-fBBjuw2kEO3SMRZKmhtEoeqgqweni0qci6qb7eBqa8iKKWrLMd9FgMd5WCOWt0L4AxyPPg0/s320/IMGA0524.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168329800125645234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifoiih-jriavmu7Yg-B7ppuiSotpUc0by6B__Fne60rWOH-304TEFhbtOoWE-B7KoiFIJ424Vk8vpLYkFa3gblGDPOHIYRXh6NmPCCF35D3GDxZwYWFp0JUCJ70JHW7pUumy-3Vv_6wY8/s320/IMGA0527.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />More to come, after I get some breakfast and clean up a bit, and there's not a giant loud annoying truck outside my house. Grrr.Ashlee Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14095080780473733491noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006079414472011757.post-80154679126721419202008-01-17T18:54:00.000-05:002008-12-08T17:53:59.536-05:00Oh great, 2008..As usual, I am multitasking by nursing & typing at the same time, so I don't have the patience to say anything substantial right now. But, pictures! (And that really is all you come here for anyways, isn't it? :P)<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156551377619997458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3nod7LIAeEv5NAnT7xuRA9z0SArGAxEtPOjhB2NneqnqYssco52c2JSrI2CWr6YYkzjdpbENSDiOJpxd9jELwDqGJfGej5Jpz1QLJkz9dvExqntH4OaH1rNwJdjRdZYthjCARJ-s7Tp0/s320/IMGA0406.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156551377619997442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgs0gUOAMLtMikSaJ10LFzfeFVtdE_ICxfTJaezkic0ERWqttl_nY08BEc51zGGxCr07seXCAyBhlaaxQ9x3Maf3kTyjUBQLSTiJvqwsUHGMm0uk5CNAW-ODGnN2fWZb2SdMEyAu2MX20/s320/IMGA0345.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156551377619997474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxx6-XueVhMiY7jF_z_MFXg0_HOdU7MHvgU_QEi-FrfZmRt6cIKkznLT5td7QL9Y8tEBWhMrZ8yjWDeIB5gx4mze0tqGfksOPFwjHXesqGHmSGYrZ4-swni90HcdYSRkfQU_774Bte0Hc/s320/IMGA0416.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156551381914964786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdVJ5hqjjzj-ssCxdyb0K-WgocOOea9rGjK1W8Uivx9yHlESw0k7tbhKSYdllL6pyoSl4KOeMzcn_HMVGVSf2DygGdfE7GadEafmGtf65Z2FW275jL_ts4O_cHWs9hnLMYLTzItMVgBa0/s320/IMGA0444.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156551381914964802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiESx_BWGQY6XRV1OGRt00Uq0zaXyJ-lbCnYNxpW7vkEaccmbLOOY0ssAV8t4e3JvUrlIHY08cfSG0KgjcgCyJRPZdhJCKS_pkepViXFUln48rDP_yqHPRR2AW_01nRgBafpSMVd7_p1nI/s320/IMGA0378.JPG" border="0" /></p><p>Happy New Year everyone! </p>Ashlee Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14095080780473733491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006079414472011757.post-77933541679937713422007-11-08T17:42:00.000-05:002008-12-08T17:54:00.182-05:00Personality...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS1CFqarVBbK_aGfVkTkYRcLRkHlfkkLRuHODcxUgKndLcziOGgv7YJyARvVXoFIM9QCL8EmNa2CiWaX8qIX5SFKnKH1roi3QvBAgZjHsvI9lFBIWWtzDbpC2gbJPtI610vRdwSYVBGVc/s1600-h/IMGA0316.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130556900756919218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS1CFqarVBbK_aGfVkTkYRcLRkHlfkkLRuHODcxUgKndLcziOGgv7YJyARvVXoFIM9QCL8EmNa2CiWaX8qIX5SFKnKH1roi3QvBAgZjHsvI9lFBIWWtzDbpC2gbJPtI610vRdwSYVBGVc/s320/IMGA0316.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXZLWgb0yXbDkQwHQgAetgqjkC3yFMV2WWt-nbQxPQxzV9O1AY-ZDnakzrRjoEDD7hBdEzAv8jcbsXnP1eBJNtJKdYSiW32zYYIWm5_KFdpSfCm7p5uSTUw6XifKObT7-09P6EF9Ql83w/s1600-h/IMGA0319.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130556905051886530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXZLWgb0yXbDkQwHQgAetgqjkC3yFMV2WWt-nbQxPQxzV9O1AY-ZDnakzrRjoEDD7hBdEzAv8jcbsXnP1eBJNtJKdYSiW32zYYIWm5_KFdpSfCm7p5uSTUw6XifKObT7-09P6EF9Ql83w/s320/IMGA0319.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgleKgMWAFjTv00ECsXXgqIUTH1C94tXrGOFfCbWteZ5OqGeL7mNvusu4g0KsVc1S__tnfmdXLARDLEqcGJs9bPVnZkes2gl_TD6HrBFOU51OVv63dkpxBwET6iS3tMPRxekPFlfZzrLC4/s1600-h/IMGA0307.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130556909346853842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgleKgMWAFjTv00ECsXXgqIUTH1C94tXrGOFfCbWteZ5OqGeL7mNvusu4g0KsVc1S__tnfmdXLARDLEqcGJs9bPVnZkes2gl_TD6HrBFOU51OVv63dkpxBwET6iS3tMPRxekPFlfZzrLC4/s320/IMGA0307.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>...is not lacking around here. (Sorry all of my posts are pictures lately, you'd rather look at my cute kids than hear any of the boring drivel I could post though, anyways, right? :P)</div><div></div><div></div>Ashlee Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14095080780473733491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006079414472011757.post-10852167072962981972007-11-01T19:45:00.000-04:002008-12-08T17:54:01.653-05:00BOO!!!Trick or Treat, stinky feet....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinOMr6ZjB7s6afoJe3QILmJCFyDyrevJZA_hNEIxsPMmDF5ZY91caZkYSXuFuC-B-y30JafaJLhnY-dkYMSH29PCuXZltagTia4EHfDV0KVpsC3oW7oPewNW_j7avMOkY_crU6qY98A1U/s1600-h/IMGA0289.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127975166588043170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinOMr6ZjB7s6afoJe3QILmJCFyDyrevJZA_hNEIxsPMmDF5ZY91caZkYSXuFuC-B-y30JafaJLhnY-dkYMSH29PCuXZltagTia4EHfDV0KVpsC3oW7oPewNW_j7avMOkY_crU6qY98A1U/s320/IMGA0289.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizGVspu6sCIAPfBMX1TTShy0yEI4qQH_PwkSaRLY8LX1sSZlu-fkZR-ULrjw0i4AgWYj_hqVB6ISVOM2e6OCisQxIBR7MINGJmYTppNK0bQLBI8Cpdi1ZgVZ8lS5roeY9DSwVq8IKELow/s1600-h/IMGA0293.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127975170883010482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizGVspu6sCIAPfBMX1TTShy0yEI4qQH_PwkSaRLY8LX1sSZlu-fkZR-ULrjw0i4AgWYj_hqVB6ISVOM2e6OCisQxIBR7MINGJmYTppNK0bQLBI8Cpdi1ZgVZ8lS5roeY9DSwVq8IKELow/s320/IMGA0293.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNYPjSpVqbfoi1slDJrOC9IvlODPRfOnIe8sT0-n82maWVtRh6gPh-w7s1md9V3LLC8QfofbBxDF3vvb0COunjbwe8hyI3lehB04IT0kLPsA0k8bnNttiOxPniMBhUI6UecRmIveh58Hw/s1600-h/IMGA0294.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127975170883010498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNYPjSpVqbfoi1slDJrOC9IvlODPRfOnIe8sT0-n82maWVtRh6gPh-w7s1md9V3LLC8QfofbBxDF3vvb0COunjbwe8hyI3lehB04IT0kLPsA0k8bnNttiOxPniMBhUI6UecRmIveh58Hw/s320/IMGA0294.JPG" border="0" /></a> And I absolutely could NOT resist taking this one earlier in the day (that's one for the teenage girlfriends, for sure)...:</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127975724933791698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOiCaEAaU-dF0gSnXJ3lT1xWpZ-tfdma4LMYX19rMN-SGY8hqnaVpxuFO3yZHeFcTvX1ulGMJ5uh-wQlqsYeP5lTrXfCou7lrfzTl1OgBXTNCTpjR1xsQVYCIslbxaprn5G1lRE3-2wkM/s320/IMGA0287.JPG" border="0" /></p><p>I didn't dress up the littlest monkey. I had a feeling he'd hate it. A lot.</p><p>Happy Halloween!<br /></p><p></p>Ashlee Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14095080780473733491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006079414472011757.post-82182401740047488822007-10-30T14:36:00.000-04:002008-12-08T17:54:02.665-05:00<div><br /></div><div>Updating for you all, it's been a while.<br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127202008050253634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzTM0Ds8B6n-wPRvDCmf-QXX1ja42gmL4PvFFM6BdfVsxumtDNMy3L5eGAXpedPZ86p0HK34j2bPom8RonILIm5RmUy9VR0GtAQxteyxE9ks-46DEfnVVaT-cz_ekeAuvNv_w_wq9hghY/s320/IMGA0184.JPG" border="0" />Brenda is doing well in school, not as well at home. She is so mouthy I just wanna smack the mouth right off of her face sometimes (don't worry, her mouth is still attached where it's supposed to be). But we had a very long, very adult talk the other day about why mom gets mad and yells at her when I've told her for the 100th time to do something and have been ignored (I actually said to her, "how would you feel if the people you were around all day long just completely ignored everything you said to them?" I think she kind of gets why she needs to listen to me now... but that might not be the thing to say to a five year old. Oh well, she didn't come with a rule book to look things like that up). Lots of little girls calling all afternoon after school. She's a popular kid... who knew my kid would be popular? I was SO not. :O :)<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127201999460319026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinyqbt5ENf23oQZqVaOUcHTvQ2t7fw7YUWaBrqpyGS0i5lK5dIN_hw6rzxaQCt7xQiLsFu7QjMFo5SUdMjnBI7i4vyPrB1x27SWNNA-dIc-FemKMcHWcl-2moojE8Sw97Xs3Iesh8fdqM/s320/IMGA0271.JPG" border="0" />Luke is cutting molars (as you can tell from the picture... his hands are always in his mouth lately) and being a crazy little butt. He takes his bed completely apart nearly every single day. I wish he'd learn to put it back together. His favorite foods are salad and candy and peanut butter-jelly right now... that's all he asks for. We're still working on potty training.. he hasn't gone poo in the potty yet, but he will try to make it to pee, and does almost half the time. Baby steps.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127202012345220946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjricwnCvUU8ZWISOLvK2GAmJoFzaS2wPrGF-_m1o_97RzehwBj67odjfSrgnwfKzLsNGdaqOpSDN3prNKf33z-kYcpZ_awW_-SKQj8BSV04hYWkPaGGLUDTGFEQYctyf2tsyAyU60x8EQ/s320/IMGA0270.JPG" border="0" />Rowen is a cute little monkey and I love to squish him. He is a boobie-boy and holds the boob with both hands while he eats. He hates it when you try to trick him into a bottle and when no one's holding him. He's got TONS of dark hair and blue blue eyes. The kids love him, surprisingly and thankfully. I wish he'd sleep more at night, it feels like he's got day and night cornfused. Aaaand, I just heard him poo from two rooms over. I'm scared to see what is in that diaper, but I'm not going to wake him up to change it. Instead I will go get coffee.</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>Happy Halloween, as well! (Ok, I finally got pics taken of the house, now I need to adjust them and put them up. I swear it'll happen before New Years.)</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127203137626652546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLuML3000N24OzWZTOwurQX-o2flZOyLHpbUgwzSsM5PCxfMCPLmcYpNUDMdpPAA8MhDR6ew4F3r2TK4htU12uwxKRCybX0sfMZzCle-ZjWwjoXEDTsyWSkGzKEXaBIGmFImHVHLgT00k/s320/IMGA0275.JPG" border="0" />Dad and Luke's pumpkin (Scary Pumpkin)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127203137626652530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2UXlkm6CItjqvKcYISOhjXPWYsjDwZrycAbNHSf80x4EoDmmxB5ToVnoE2uqdr2DkXuJmztV4vDLTXM5CWVvyvrc39z9wQCu7CEQPs1_A6McchYbW8ddi22ozxQK0XFeV-zVakUEPIK0/s320/IMGA0274.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Mom and Brenda's pumpkin (Happy Pumpkin)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127203133331685218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUlXIGLdEqwTQiGmFiU2LgFysZDSQeYBrZIHAovIQPOZL7zAD3T9_PlcnzfvSa7KBqiHPQqa2BBXCZv2ICUWJHZIRx24qs0zBP8c1oc04ghYNdDZvqUTYR2UjW2fftUH65Yl6ewxaIgxw/s320/IMGA0273.JPG" border="0" />Mom got to do an extra pumpkin this year. He's the Spit-Up Pumpkin, in honor of our newest family member, Mr. Pooker. :D<br /></div>Ashlee Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14095080780473733491noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006079414472011757.post-61678260393506351042007-10-27T21:20:00.000-04:002008-12-08T17:54:03.150-05:00Rowen James Oakley...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSJNVM5AbNqw_UrZcZBtQQMnbcX0EKyWPqVNXAVDSqoQfhneRTCKZJttX5IcwVDzWwUbxdIqDPXAnqFx4S1HQQ0aUXpG4jTaf_p96J-Kq5WGvec1-2ZHkvVM5pxEIdT52LCL5In0sgAas/s1600-h/IMGA0208.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126144866274852594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSJNVM5AbNqw_UrZcZBtQQMnbcX0EKyWPqVNXAVDSqoQfhneRTCKZJttX5IcwVDzWwUbxdIqDPXAnqFx4S1HQQ0aUXpG4jTaf_p96J-Kq5WGvec1-2ZHkvVM5pxEIdT52LCL5In0sgAas/s320/IMGA0208.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAp-ia8pKxJK8o0qAMIChUu5qv6rruubiRU1bOkTlPvfVrrjMhNMvKP918JF2t_e0f32jItAazl3mrGJ7GGPft2aeQrcPr0567L7OoUdzd2WdZs1tVhfBDokDHHyfL1AadcPzcZGsBDnM/s1600-h/IMGA0212.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126144874864787202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAp-ia8pKxJK8o0qAMIChUu5qv6rruubiRU1bOkTlPvfVrrjMhNMvKP918JF2t_e0f32jItAazl3mrGJ7GGPft2aeQrcPr0567L7OoUdzd2WdZs1tVhfBDokDHHyfL1AadcPzcZGsBDnM/s320/IMGA0212.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOY_Nu68zClz6AtxQv19OEaA3vFd7PpYoxppeNZqjjReR91af_HmTfHcBw5HhNxOHjXGrs__jvrrqptCB3g3PivJ-wcT7y8Sosssh34e5k_IpBwYOjwFqHmcimCd4yuHhvGzGLFMiDgG4/s1600-h/IMGA0216.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126144896339623698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOY_Nu68zClz6AtxQv19OEaA3vFd7PpYoxppeNZqjjReR91af_HmTfHcBw5HhNxOHjXGrs__jvrrqptCB3g3PivJ-wcT7y8Sosssh34e5k_IpBwYOjwFqHmcimCd4yuHhvGzGLFMiDgG4/s320/IMGA0216.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNvL6pTXY26t2EEqfhr0Oe1IiGGB9D6Iw_GzNP-ZrWFitfPK9rJbxJuWE4OpgEUDlYcLCCzHN5IUSLX0edbmEzYcsiyWmcTi8uvqgp_sQeEBN513pQOM4xLWVShurC2ID0o1vyRSU4uKU/s1600-h/IMGA0238.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126144900634591010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNvL6pTXY26t2EEqfhr0Oe1IiGGB9D6Iw_GzNP-ZrWFitfPK9rJbxJuWE4OpgEUDlYcLCCzHN5IUSLX0edbmEzYcsiyWmcTi8uvqgp_sQeEBN513pQOM4xLWVShurC2ID0o1vyRSU4uKU/s320/IMGA0238.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Born September 19th, 2007 at 9:17 AM. 6 lb, 13 oz. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Mom is going crazy and has absolutely no time to blog or compute anymore. Here's some pics and hopefully going into more detail on life later... when I can find my head.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Ashlee Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14095080780473733491noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006079414472011757.post-71669209741327425312007-08-16T01:42:00.000-04:002008-12-08T17:54:03.891-05:00Miss me?So, I decided my poor blog has been neglected as long as I could get away with. We are here, we are here, we are here! At the new house. Mostly unpacked, even. Impressive, I know. Very happy, comfortable and content here... well, for the most part. It's still a little freaky when I'm alone here at night. I promise pictures when I find my misplaced battery charger for the camera and charge it up. Promise!!<br /><div><div><div> </div><div>Sunday was Brenda's birthday party. Look at my boogerhead.... Brenda, age two (oh my god, that's how old Lucien is... no more growing!):</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099121160744373938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_2qL30CBGfmciS15GcPoSKSdxHkJ4Fg7YHYcbiTPPpuaUQutQ1mGGKM20EZzdLxHuW6zKQB_S-uXD5PvbfcrIupSrItnkJXVFg0W7xzarbQ89zmmvRP9KMZtfED4WS-74LrDJUcorFNs/s400/IMGA0219.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>At her party the other day... (it was actually cold for once, but daddy bought a *SPIDERMAN* Slip-N-Slide, so it just HAD to be tried out: </div></div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099120409125097122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin59n5KG0tdmLYeTmgbQAAJQ0XN01EU6vwbEe7MMibB0PzFPsxy5UR885tOfPdKkHE7jLAl6lXhZ2OWTTQZVXeoduKF2lkpY4oIMZDSsPqxiVpssp2F0tTWTzPvMTxYMvUf-26bAfZ2HI/s400/IMGA0177.JPG" border="0" /><br /></p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099119219419156066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGMOizBI3ZjRTBbE3iA-CUIKKOjNyrDkoAb6sM9SxqAWeJttLS5DPtomaNOCzVSSroCAzqrHbCUf40UgXOgD4fQdqwETXlBYSmwKQfFiUab373-QiAR_zVRoHyQtYHfQsAu-iU9rJX-HQ/s400/IMGA0179.JPG" border="0" /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099120400535162482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8HXM9XZn_sYIZwJ-k9OBQ24KvN2w1h6hcEcqv8C3cf19RZuyqWuGbNk9lnWrVdoY27y3TZL0hOL59HWG81J1-kqDiujwVZ1KSqK1RmGG1q7xVy-18Hko5T-WLc_jLeYGF0lGiaYooltE/s400/IMGA0176.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099120404830129794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8KfZChFtM7TFGW_4jSYz8Gb3i11oJm9ZCr2_zAtCfauNSZyGnZvqGs_8WRabq_z5HyOHnC5P_uGN0QycI4MtcUaMMwb2PW5IHSN3xCL6ToXtfVE_fr8TszCmKc1Q36OksyD6O9KQwhVs/s400/IMGA0174.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099120404830129810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjTSzvyBQ_9GJuQN4QjSICrN6h63xXCfwPWAMkeGSU7QVuzmFJ09r0MYWOt2IolGcG7f8ept2UUnm6ci3cLq8sD1WZRzfcncjNlsdgpehiF_WGGAzIfA4Ep-KopYJEAIftDAnSJVInG3c/s400/IMGA0175.JPG" border="0" /><br />Aaaaaand then, my camera died. Poo.<br /><p>And this week, the girl has been going to Kindergarten Camp. I told her she's not allowed to get big and go to school, but she's not listening, for some reason. So sad. She's such a big girl.</p><p>On the baby front, I am 33 weeks now (or, in a couple days anyways). I have been having contractions, and some other stuff that tells me that Mr. Baby will not be waiting until his due date to join us. I had a fun trip to the hospital, where they sent me home and told me to drink water. Again. Seriously, if I hear my doctor tell me all of my symptoms can be cured with 10 glasses of water a day one more time, I might scream. Contractions? Drink water. Severe pelvic pain? Water. Dizziness? Water (oh, and don't forget to eat. Cuz that'll happen). High-ish blood pressure? Make sure you drink some water. Meanwhile, I've been practically drowning myself and it's not really doing the magic I've been being told it's supposed to. But it is making me have to run up and down our new stairs all night long to use the bathroom 20 times. Which, most likely, is NOT helping with the contractions. Argh. Well, Dr. said that if the baby can wait a week (a week and a half when I talked to her on Monday, actually), they won't stop my labor if I go early. So let's just wait until I'm 34 weeks, yes?</p><p>Enough for now. I must go lay down. But first, pee. Always with the peeing. Also, if I hear another weird noise in this house where there's no one else here and awake but me, I'm going to freak myself out and not be able to sleep. Cheers.</p><p> </p></div>Ashlee Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14095080780473733491noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006079414472011757.post-43503278327871781122007-07-26T23:06:00.000-04:002007-07-26T20:06:40.939-04:00How moving.Ohkay, people. So I haven't lost my mind entirely yet. In about a day and a half, we will be moving into the new house and officially the **** out of here. (Although, maybe I should stop saying things like that, it seems to jinx us terribly every time I even think it....)<br />I don't even want to go through everything we've been through in the past three days to record it in the blog. Suffice it to say, it's been hell. Surprised that I haven't killed anyone, why yes I am. Even more surprised my husband hasn't.<br />This is my last blog post before we have no internets for a while, so hopefully everyone is all good, perhaps my next post will be about Brenda's fantastic birthday party in our new home, and all the new crafty stuff I've done with the place.<br />Wish me luck, it seems we've been needing it. Blargh.Ashlee Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14095080780473733491noreply@blogger.com2