tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28028075556828276332012-01-27T14:59:41.236-05:00An overexposure to the Templeman family antics.Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.comBlogger3841100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-21398037522851189582012-01-27T14:40:00.005-05:002012-01-27T14:59:41.243-05:00

So, for the Jack-o-lanterns of Halloween . . .Over the years, Brad and I have wised up regarding the whole pumpkin carving thing.In years past, we'd let the kids pick out the biggest pumpkin they could find. Each. And then we would all carve a pumpkin. Even the kids. With their "big" ones. Of course, none of the kids could really carve, so we would. And of course, none of the kids would

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This past fall, the kids took swim lessons at a private swim school in the area.I must admit, I was pretty shocked writing out the check . . . $750! But, it was for three kids, for semi-private lessons, for 12 weeks. And it was somewhat close to us. (Well, in the country 20 minutes is "close" for an activity.)I've put the kids in lessons before and no matter how "great" the program was, they

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Busy, busy.It's crazy how fast life goes and how little time (or mostly, energy) I have to do little things like keeping up on blogging . . . or even keeping up with family photos!! Eek. I've been so horribly bad at taking photos of the kids lately. But, good news for anyone who still cares to check back here . . . new posts are in the works. It's going to take a while to dig out of all the

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That is basically the question that is on forefront of conversation here.Guillermo, seems to think that our (once) beautiful ivory shag rug is the place to eat (chili that the kids left out) and then also the place to urinate . . . and defecate said chili . . . in eleven places . . . in soft, squishy pieces.I worked for over a week steam cleaning, scrubbing, treating the rug with vinegar . . .

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-65111429992477587472011-12-13T18:49:00.001-05:002011-12-13T18:50:41.117-05:00

I was hunting for some Christmas quotes online and came across this one and thought I'd share:Santa Claus has the right idea. Visit people once a year.- Victor Borge(Chuckle.) Well, then Christmas is certainly the time to visit then!

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The final lists have been made and mailed out with two weeks to spare. Here they are. Sadly, our kids don't seem to think that Santa has some kind of budget alotment for each kid. Perhaps there should be a new movie/TV special about how Santa handles Christmas in an economic downturn!Jayden Still asking for an iPod touch . . . I wonder if Santa has connections with Apple? I'm pretty sure he

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Jackson has become tired of always being the one who gets into trouble and has started wanting more attention for the wrongs against him.The other week he came running off the bus . . ."Mo-om! Jayden was punching me on the bus! Are you going to talk to him?""Jayden, why did you punch Jackson? You know that is not acceptable." I questioned Jayden."Well, Mom, it was because he was trying to

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Happy Halloween! (Well, only one day late . . . and since I still haven't posted about my boys' birthdays . . . from two years ago, you could say I'm getting more "timely!")Just a quick pic of our cute little octopus! She was the hit every where we went . . . totally worth the exuberant price tag for the costume from PBK. (Eek! I think I squirted some ink thinking about that!)Trick or treating

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-48560764529224270392011-10-26T13:54:00.004-04:002011-10-26T14:03:59.639-04:00

We are hosting the family for Halloween again this year. So, in an effort to get the kids to eat something before heading out and gorging on sugar, we're trying to get some interesting Halloween food ideas.Here are some things I have come across . . . (Note: if you have a weak stomache, you may want to by-pass this post!)First up is an appetizer of alien tentacles.And monster eye balls.Okay, not

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-36591047324706041552011-10-25T14:50:00.002-04:002011-10-25T14:59:47.214-04:00

At 3:30 am. At 4:00 am. At 2 pm. 2:05 pm. 2:07 pm.Last night was rough. Between Liv crying . . . and playing . . . and eating (really??) and Avery falling out of bed and finding her way into ours . . . and Guillermo barking at the cyotes roaming through our neighbourhood . . . few people got any sleep in our house.

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Little Liv.Such a bright light in a day of crazy kids. (Today was a PA day, fyi.)But as she was feeding cereal to her little lamb, I couldn't help but smile and be thankful for my sweet little kids. Or at the very least, for being reminded how sweet they can be (as wild screams and thumps were heard above for most of the day.)

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Since I am SO behind on blogging these days . . . here is a snipet of what we did this summer!We had my brother and his family come out to visit.It was really fun to see them all (it had been over two years since they last visited) and it was neat to see Eve and Avery get along so famously.Here are a couple of pictures I snapped of them trading secrets and having an afternoon slumber party!

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Taking some pictures yesterday in our backyard.Granted, the setting wasn't ideal, but the light looked nice, and it had been a while since I took some photos!Also, trying out some new editing techniques . . . what do you think?

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All my kids have been into reading. However, none have been quite as excited to hear the word, "book" as Liv is. She can hardly contain herself and runs to grab one and hops into her reading chair. Often, Guillermo comes in to hear as well.

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Well, it's that time of year that as photographers we are busy racking our brains and the web for inspiring new ideas for family photos.Family photos can be stressful enough, hoping that everyone is in good spirits and that they will smile. It's a pity that clothing choices can add more strain to the already stressed parent. How do make sure that everyone is coordinated without being too matchy?

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Sorry, I'm so very behind in blogging these days. Seems life doesn't ever let up for more than a minute.But, in the few minutes I do have available I stumbled across this commercial and thought it was funny!possessionsCheck out all the other great commercials at kohler.com.(They seriously have great marketers . . . these commercials make me want to slap down all my pennies, er, thousands if I had

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For Mom.Seriously. It is like a full-time job trying to figure out extra-cirricular activity schedules for 3-4 kids . . . and figure out which days of the week we will be eating on the run, which I will be entertaining 3 children while another does their thing . . .You would have thought I had learned my lesson, bopping around at soccer all summer long.But, we really feel it is important to keep

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Up in Cottage Country. We just got back from a sun-filled week at my in-law's cottage with the entire family. Normally, we fit the entire clan in a mere 1200 sq ft . . . but this year a new cottage was built and we had two cottages to spread out in. We had a fantastic time canoeing and kayaking, games on the beach, cliff jumping, playing on the lilly pad, exploring nearby islands. And,

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-71786936497710179062011-07-27T18:26:00.004-04:002011-07-27T18:34:22.910-04:00

We were taking some shots of Jayden for his up-coming baptism . . . so I thought I'd snap a few of the other kids too.Jackson . . . he's a tough one to catch on camera. So quick that boy is!Avery . . . if you haven't had enough of her from the previous post, here is some more!And little Liv. Poor thing. She had a fever of 104 that day! (Hence why I gave her the paci.) What a trooper . . . it was

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It's been a while since I've really pulled out my camera.Not that I haven't pulled it out. I have a fair amount of files that haven't even had a second look since being uploaded . . . but they have been more impromptu than planned. Therefore they are kind of a "what you get on the fly" with three kids, a dog in tow and one kid in your other arm. But the other day I thought I'd take a few quick

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I know, internet, you have missed me so. (Or I should hope you have at least noticed my absence.)It's not that I don't care. Or that I have nothing to report.Quite the contrary. SO much has gone on the past month, or few months in fact (as I have learned I forgot to post about Christmas!).Well, I fought for a week to get grass. And then I fought (and still do) to keep it . . . with this crazy

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-6054745645303052392011-07-25T14:41:00.009-04:002011-07-25T15:08:29.546-04:00

Now I'm really sifting though old photos! I read a post with the beach shots stating that there were just too many vacation photos to put all in one post . . . well, really there are WAY too many!Here's a start for our FEBRUARY vacation in the Bahamas! The pools were probably our favourite part. Okay, maybe everything was our favourite part. Truly, breakfast was pretty amazing. And the beach. And

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-74271521167326422242011-07-25T13:46:00.004-04:002011-07-25T14:10:48.479-04:00

As I've been turning some attention to my photo back-log . . . I've realized I've forgotten some important events . . . like Christmas 2010 (or the boys' birthdays from 2010 too!).I apologize for not editing any photos, but obviously I might do better without it until I catch up!Christmas 2010 was very pleasant. Grandma from Calgary came to visit. Everyone seemed to get everything on their list

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Liv LOVED this toy for the longest time from about 7-13 months old.It was an obsession of hers to close all the lids. No matter what. I often enjoyed watching her (struggle while) "quickly" close them all (for the 50th time), only to have me open them all up again within seconds.Must-Close-The-Lid!!

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How to make you child eat their dinner. All of it.After 6 years of pickiness, I had had enough. It came to the point that Jackson was not eating anything, unless it was from the following select food groups:candyice creambaconchipsA recent visit to the doctor reminded me that these weren't part of the four preferred food groups included in the Canadian Healthy Eating plan. Combined with several

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Dad is gone quite a bit. So much, that often the few times he actually is home, but maybe upstairs (or even at the table), during the blessing of the food, one of our kids will always bless that Dad will come home safely.So, when the kids are around (or awake) when Dad comes home, it is really exciting.Of course Guillermo gets excited. (He gets excited at the prospect of anything rattling at the

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We have gone pretty well insane the last 19 months without the use of a yard.Imagine, two boys (5-7 years of age), two girls (0-3 years of age) and one crazy black dog . . . with no where to easily retreat to when mom goes bersurk at dinner time or pretty well anytime during March break, Christmas or summer vacation. For 19 months.It was evident that we weren't getting it for either boy's

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-20850044098466141542011-06-23T19:48:00.002-04:002011-06-23T19:52:19.315-04:00

Jayden: Avery, Mom was right when she said you were really rude at the table last night. It's rude to blow chocolate milk all over your face and then wipe it off with garlic bread.* * * * * * * *After getting out of the shower and being handed a pink polka dot towel,Jackson: I don't want that towel. It has poo on it.Me: No it doesn't. (I switch to the next towel in the cupboard, a solid green one

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-18692453696297600512011-06-21T21:27:00.011-04:002011-07-23T09:10:22.068-04:00

While Brad was working one Saturday, I brought the kids to the local fair. We think it is awesome that a small town fair is only a short walk from our house.After a very rainy May, we took our rubbers out to brave the muck and check out the school age art competitions . . . and surprisingly Jayden had one fifth place for his "Farms Feed Cities" poster! He was so excited. Next year, he vows to be

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-1561751702219361262011-06-21T21:27:00.008-04:002011-06-21T22:39:09.696-04:00

This project most definitely is "finished-ish" in the loosest sense possible.After all the other rooms, (and especially the earlier-than-planned kitchen mini-reno), the budget was scarce. As in, I had to sell blood to buy paint. (Okay, not quite that bad, but I probably had to buy a few extra days of spagetti for dinner this month to buy the paint.)Obviously there was zero money for furniture, or

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-9630628930803993402011-06-16T09:29:00.002-04:002011-06-16T09:31:49.763-04:00

As my kids' school days wind down for the year (and they are still not out for summer) . . . I got an email with a check list of things to do before school starts.Are you kidding me??Did summer go by that fast??At any rate, I thought I'd post it for those of you who are at wits end trying to manage your kids who have been out of school for one month now . . . and anyone else who is an

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-40414177223006207162011-06-15T22:25:00.003-04:002011-06-15T22:32:20.924-04:00

Okay, I'm not that obsessed. Really. I'm not.But, I do look forward to blow drying my hair everyday just so I can watch it sparkle in the mirror!And, when someone is sick or in a down mood I sing the Repunzle song . . . to see if all the sparkles offer any magic at all. ;) (As of yet, all they do is lift my mood.)I took some glamour shots for the insurance broker and thought I'd share.Now to get

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Jackson's room was finished pretty early on. He picked out a fish theme at PBK months before our move. And, since their previous room was surf-themed, I had artwork all ready to hang. Add that to the fact that I had extra paint from the nursery that happend to coordinate with his bedding . . . and his room was "finished-ish". I've debated about buying the shark/fish decals for the walls, and we

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Here are some pictures of Jayden's room, now that it is "finished-ish." And some of the amazing boy who lives in it! The bedding, drapes and paint turned out fantastic. The walls . . . they were pretty bare until I found some glo-in-the-dark star decals from PBK. (Jayden was sick and home one day so we had a great time posting them up.) They were the perfect addition to an aerospace themed room

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-25737568771756505472011-06-15T21:00:00.005-04:002011-06-15T21:55:53.557-04:00

I had the kitchen project slotted much later on my "to-do" list . . . we just had so many other expenses that were more pressing at the time. But when my neighbour came up to me and started telling me about her deal on granite . . . I saw the money signs and our "pressing needs" turn into merely hopeful thoughts.It was a bit of a whirlwind. To take part of the amazing introductory price, we had

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Livvie LOVES all things girly.Loves bracelets. Loves necklaces. Loves handbags dangling from her arm.She even LOVES having her hair done and wearing bows or hairbands.Today, she was excited to be a "big girl" like Avery and have Avery place a beautiful hairband on her head. She proudly displayed it to Dad and refused to let anyone touch it to take it off.Isn't Avery the nicest big sister?? :)

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This was the Mother of all Mother's Days. That is for certain.I kind of suspected that something was up because Brad was acting a little odd and, even giddy, at the idea of me spending Saturday night soaking in a tub while he got to wrestle all the kids in their baths and then into bed.The next morning he was up bright and early and got the kids out of their beds. "Making me breakfast? Probably.

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Yes, cyberworld, it has been a very long time since you heard anything substantial from me."What's new?" you ask?Well, let's see . . .Life has been rather busy. April brought some house parties: Pampered Chef and a baby shower. Soon followed by a quick trip to Houston for Easter. We came home and hit the ground running with our anniversary, the Royal Wedding, and (monthly) federal election

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-77104134538232718102011-05-17T15:49:00.004-04:002011-07-23T08:54:20.388-04:00

Over the Easter Holidays, we took a trip out to visit my brother and his family out in Houston.We had a great time visiting everything his city had to offer . . . in our short four days. We went to the malls (of course!), ate some awesome American food (La Madeliene anyone?? Mmmm. Pei Wei.), spent time relaxing at my brother's pool, and took a trip out to NASA and Kemah. NASA was really

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thought it was pretty funny. Or maybe sad??Enjoy!

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We have grass!Did you miss it? Here's a close up.Green blades started springing up a few weeks ago when the ice age finally came to an end. However, I'm a little upset that our neighbours who moved in almost a year after us some how ended up with more grass.Perhaps we will have to do a little "Fun With Dick and Jane" lawn treatment.Oh, please someone give us a real lawn!! It's the middle of May

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Ten whole years have passed by since our wedding . . . so we celebrated with a large party in London, hosted by none else but the Queen. (And we may have let Wills and Kate have a bit of lime light too. ;) Obviously the end of April is a fantastic time for a wedding!)But ironically, ten years seem to have flown by . . . and yet it feels as though there has never been a time when Brad and I have

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My sister-in-law's sister-in-law just lost a brave battle to small cell cancer. She left behind a loving husband (who is still in school) and six children.Please take a minute to read about her fierce fight and, if you feel so inclined to help, please donate what you can so her family can get through school without worrying about anything else.Help David & Kaci Cox Family

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-7666373667692843162011-03-11T09:47:00.004-05:002011-03-11T10:20:54.938-05:00

Before:The living room has been finished-ish for quite some time now. I could still use a bench against the wall where the family portraits are, and of course I could always use some more portraits! And maybe a frame or something to keep the vase of tulips company. But otherwise, I am very happy with it.The main attraction is obviously the baby grand Brad inherited from his grandmother.Club

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The dining room is finally . . . finished-ish. (My appologies for the crummy pictures . . . I was using a point and shoot, at night . . . maybe I'll have time and energy to do proper ones during the daylight!)Dining room before:What an ordeal it was . . . all those trips to the mall, kids in tow. And the whole tire scaffufle on the last trip. But here it is, mostly all done.Yes, I need more

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-1904361959496766392011-03-11T08:05:00.002-05:002011-03-11T08:07:03.824-05:00

I am working on a book with some wintery portraits in it and stumbled across this quote:Winter is nature's way of saying, "Up yours." ~Robert ByrneYup. I can definitely see that as being true this year. Everyone up here is talking about moving to Florida . . . Cuba . . . anywhere sunny and warm where the only thing you shovel is sand.

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-55735778653343140962011-03-09T19:35:00.005-05:002011-03-09T19:47:21.693-05:00

I've got my front doors decked out with the promise of spring.My rubber boots are waiting patiently.And so is my bike.And on our little landing we have a pink-pick-me-up surprise for the eyes. (Pink blossoms with eggs calling out Easter tidings--not all the little furry creatures.)And yet, we are having another snow storm!!!Ugh! Seriously, enough already!! I cannot mentally fathom any more

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-20425747053372963422011-03-09T19:17:00.003-05:002011-03-09T19:23:29.081-05:00

My new mantra.Since the addition of the sectional my budget has shrunk.Actually, disappeared. Maybe even forever.So, I am using my birthday funds to finish off whatever else I can in the house to make it feel "finished." Ish.Every room seems to have something else that is needed, or should be added . . . but after over a year in the house, I am anxious to just call something complete. And stop

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-79035764330789310342011-03-09T19:01:00.002-05:002011-03-09T19:11:47.110-05:00

Of another sort.While most (men) are gearing up for the biggest basketball tournament of the year, I am gearing up for the second biggest "mothers' tournament" of the year.March Break. It comes a close second to "Summer Vacation" in the ultimate tests and challenges that a mother can have.Rambunctious kids? Yup. Whiny kids? You bet! Some ultimate fighting (hopefully only between siblings)?

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-91742357878070934862011-03-08T11:49:00.001-05:002011-03-08T12:02:02.384-05:00

It's been a long time coming.I think since last May I've been talking about it. And whining. And begging. And hunting.Hunting for the best deal. The best quality. The best looking. And the most practical. (Let's face it, with four young kids and a dog, even the most beautiful couch isn't worth a penny if it can't withstand the odd jump on it when a parent's back is turned. Nor is an

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-64909052491140537322011-03-08T11:10:00.006-05:002011-03-08T11:49:12.941-05:00

Eight years ago I was fed up.I had been finding couches on curbs, in local consignment stores and used my horrible sewing skills to sew on some kind of covering. The fabric usually came from table cloths found on sale or (when my fabric budget went from $30 -75) upholstery fabric on clearance. While it suited our student needs, and meager budget, it was horribly time consuming. And it didn't even

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-10681082048126840282011-03-07T21:14:00.003-05:002011-03-07T21:28:14.299-05:00

To me.Ten years ago I couldn't believe I was turning 22.Yikes! It seemed old. No longer 18, or 19. Not even 21.And now I laugh. And yearn for 22.Not that life is really that bad at 32. (I keep reminding myself that in a few years I will will gratefully take 32 as my age.) It just reminds me that I'm trucking along to 40 sooner, rather than later.But 32 still seems okay. Especially with the

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-89647271443050626982011-03-02T16:09:00.001-05:002011-03-02T16:10:57.461-05:00

The joke is O-VER.Why is it so frigid???Gah! You'd think that one winter escape would be enough in a year!!Maybe it's time to move south . . . .

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-21928090265292064122011-03-01T22:53:00.012-05:002011-03-08T11:07:36.913-05:00

Liv's first birthday was an owl theme . . . and it went off perfectly.I had learned a thing or two after the mad dash to prep all of Jayden's party the day before, and inviting way too many people to Avery's . . . Liv's was well prepared and well attended. (Of course, it was only family . . . and just inviting family makes it a huge gathering!)We played two games: Whoo Do I Look Like? And Whoo

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-72507371710779392222011-03-01T22:53:00.010-05:002011-03-06T12:19:07.142-05:00

One year.It's hard to believe that a mere 12 months ago Brad and I brought a tiny baby into the world. In Avery's room. All by ourselves. (And some direction from Meg and some paramedics.)A teensy, little ray of sunshine in a blizzard.Such a sweet, little thing who obviously wanted to earn mom's love by coming two weeks early, and a week before mom's birthday. (A largly pregnant lady couldn't

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-85818902631557491772011-03-01T22:53:00.006-05:002011-03-01T23:01:37.009-05:00

The anchor finished the leading story of the happenings in Libya and then went on to say that the only problem Canada is the weather.You think??He continued to say that "even groundhogs can be wrong sometimes" . . . and this was the year.According to environment Canada, we have THREE more months of freezing to look forward to. (Anyone keeping track, three months takes us through May. MAY!)

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-34527111366125371622011-02-25T12:27:00.006-05:002011-02-26T19:22:03.843-05:00

Some one is really excited!! Well, Liv is always pretty excited about anything, but I doubt she really knows her birthday is coming up.But we all know, and are very excited.And so, in the few days leading up to it, I am going to extend some of the fun to everyone else who cares.We'll be playing a few games at her owl themed party.The first is a "Whoo Do I Look Like?" game. Cast your votes as to

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-62307393439569035532011-02-25T12:22:00.002-05:002011-02-25T12:27:12.197-05:00

This was the conversation between Avery and I last night as I tried putting her to bed for the TENTH time:"But mo-om, you forgot one thing for bed.""What?" (an exasperated mom asked)"You forgot to put the moon in the sky!" exclaimed Avery as she burst into tears . . . as though the world can't possibly go on."Oh. Well, when I finish reading with Jackson I will see what I can do. But you need to

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-37408224609131648952011-02-14T20:43:00.005-05:002011-02-25T13:56:00.868-05:00

What Livvie is up to:Injured solider crawl. Beware, she makes some serious time with it . . . racing to the nearest piece of garbage on the floor that everyone else somehow misses.Eating . . . real food, like cookies, ice cream, and cheesecake.Growing wild hair. I really don't know what to do with it. It will not stay down. I'm thinking I might just go with it and stick an elastic around it so it

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-47883531933657018462011-02-14T16:46:00.007-05:002011-02-26T20:01:17.142-05:00

Ugh.It's so hard to come back.Especially when you get in at midnight from a tropical vacation . . . and have to get out of your car to shovel your drive way . . . just so you can park.And then get hit with a blizzard the next day.Ouch is right.It makes those memories of frolicking in the sunshine, along lush green grass, powder white sand, and sparkling blue pools . . . seem like a faded dream

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-55046244989251322532011-02-14T16:46:00.005-05:002011-02-14T20:32:52.598-05:00

Have a Happy Valentine's Day!(We had a lot of fun trying to get the perfect pucker from Avery!! Maybe one day I will post the out-takes . . . or blow them up for her wedding day!)

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I thought I could post about our vacation in one little entry . . . then I started looking through the photos and remembered all the wonderful details that made our stay just so amazing. It was then I realized, I may need to report this in parts.For now, some beach shots . . . so that I can remember warmth (as I watch snowflakes swirl outside my window).Deciding to go to Atlantis was (believe it

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-84120150395446161882011-01-28T14:39:00.002-05:002011-01-28T14:41:54.314-05:00

Coming from someone so sick of snow storms that I have refused to pick up another shovel and have hibernated (so I don't have to keep driving in blizzards without snow tires).How are we supposed to ENJOY the snow if we cannot drive to the ski slopes . . . or even drive to the grocery store for more hot chocolate??

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-54595243128889250242011-01-18T07:37:00.011-05:002011-01-31T22:15:49.231-05:00

This was the month that Livvie really came alive. She refuses to sleep on the go (making church so much fun for mom), loves to play with everything (including the dog's water bowl and vent covers), she finds endless "food" hidden in carpets . . . and sometimes attached to Guillermo's behind. (Sick!! I fear we have a Jackson, Jr in female form.)Liv also figured out that her 27-point turns were

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-47795598655921455912011-01-18T07:37:00.009-05:002011-01-18T21:31:48.936-05:00

Meal times are notoriously frustrating with Jackson.He is just SO picky. Truly, I can totally sympathize with him since I remember sitting at the kitchen table for hours and hours, trying to outlast the siege that my mom inflicted over me not eating my potato pancakes. (It was something about the texture of the shredded potato that made me want to vomit every time it touched my tongue . . . and

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-83761732051207373382011-01-18T07:37:00.008-05:002011-01-18T08:51:03.715-05:00

We take it seriously.Very seriously.And our mantra is, "It's never too early to start learning." All kidding aside, this is Avery's favourite book. She carries it around with her everywhere. And, last night I found her asleep, after what seemed like a hefty cramming session.

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-18390845134149615462010-12-22T23:04:00.006-05:002011-01-18T16:01:11.756-05:00

Fun times at Grandma-with-the-dogs and our cousins . . . right before they moved out west. Uncle Greg sat on the snowmobile and whipped all the kids around the front field on a toboggan.Naturally, the Templeman tradition of competition under any circumstance prevailed and teams were made and an object of the game was invented: throw the other team off the moving sled.My attempts of getting the

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-81562223284659902542010-12-22T23:03:00.004-05:002011-01-31T21:46:35.208-05:00

At nine months, Liv has sprouted some teeth. With them, her appetite for semi-solid food has grown. She lives to eat and somehow LOVES her baby food. I know. Seriously, I almost feel bad indulging her, but it really just simplifies my life to feed her mushy jarred food. Grinding my own table food would really be a pain at meal times when it's me against the four hungry mouths.Liv has also

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-79242951396536013862010-12-22T15:33:00.003-05:002010-12-22T15:37:34.775-05:00

Santa has been busy shopping this year.It's actually pretty incredible, considering how busy he has been as of late.But it does pose one, major, wrapping problem.The Elves are WAY behind. And one in particular has been wrapping non-stop between the hours of 10pm-12am for the last few nights.The solution: Santa needs to return a few items or the elves are going on strike (as their union recommends

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-55472023930276849022010-12-15T15:05:00.003-05:002010-12-15T15:22:01.242-05:00

Who have procrastinated sending out their kids' Santa letters . . . or haven't taken them to the mall.This is a really cool idea . . . personalized Santa videos!Take a few minutes of your child(ren)'s naptime or sleep time and fill in the questionaire . . . including some personal photos and voila! I can't wait until tonight when I can show my kids their message from Santa. I think we will email

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-58242913581894401282010-12-09T11:39:00.002-05:002010-12-09T11:41:28.127-05:00

Jayden: I want a house coat for Christmas. Then I don't have to put pants on, I just need to put the coat on.Jackson: I want a snuggie.Really?? I hope it's not for the same reason that Jayden wants his house coat. Snuggies certainly warrent pants at all times. :)

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-47534059048742802702010-12-09T11:29:00.003-05:002010-12-09T11:39:54.206-05:00

It is highly doubtful that we will have to be wishing for a white Christmas. It is here and will stay for a while (unless someone sends some crazy rain storm and some hot weather up this way--anyone? anyone??)At first I kept positive.It is really pretty and romantic to be inside watching the blizzard pelting at your window when you have your Christmas decorations up and your fireplace and hot

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-73192113611417853912010-12-09T11:07:00.003-05:002010-12-09T11:28:46.870-05:00

I'm dreaming . . . of a snow-blower!With every shovel that I push.It would clear up high ways, clean the sidewalks, and make my paved drive way appear.I'm dreaming . . . of a snow-blower!Unlike the ones I used to know.It would stop the blizzard, make stir-crazy kids calm, and send their mom off to Cancun.I'm dreaming. Please, don't wake me.It has been snowing almost non-stop since last Sunday.

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-51595223323458801432010-12-07T21:35:00.004-05:002010-12-07T21:44:01.772-05:00

This year, there is one thing topping my list . . .a Kelly Moore camera bag!Check them out here, they are gorgeous and functional. I think for me, I'd like two. One large one like the Juju to carry and store all my equipment, but then I feel the need for a b hobo . . . in teal . . . for going out with the kids or doing a shoot.Besides being so much nicer to look at than my ugly black boxes with

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-39931217572553700112010-12-06T15:34:00.002-05:002010-12-06T15:41:18.990-05:00

An old, (outdated) clip but interesting. I think about the population explosion in Asia and can't stop wondering about what life will be like in a world where India and China are superpowers and the US and Canada become more second-world countries. Maybe that's drastic, but it is possible.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cL9Wu2kWwSY

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-89640874902914784482010-11-29T12:05:00.005-05:002010-11-29T12:15:05.879-05:00

After almost 10 years of marriage, it seems crazy that we really haven't had a nativity.First I had to find one that I liked. I used to prowl through BYU bookstore looking at their many different nativities. This was the one that I liked best, but I still searched. I looked for a few years until I realized that this was it.White, but not all white and {boring}. Simple, but artsy and interesting.

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-79562497987454658982010-11-19T20:37:00.005-05:002010-11-19T20:46:39.909-05:00

Livvie really grew up this month.First, she really discovered toys. Boy does she love toys! She plays with Avery's barbie's (I think she loves to touch hair). She likes her stuffed animals, but is obsessed with her "pop up" toy (not sure what it's called, but I'll take a pic one day). I even caught her playing with Jackson's Bakugans. (Oh no!) She went to Vegas with us recently and discovered

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-55980278725146058742010-11-19T09:13:00.003-05:002010-11-19T09:14:44.136-05:00

Really.And just when I don't think there is any way we could possibly be busier . . . we are.

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-81852589579449711212010-11-16T16:12:00.003-05:002010-11-16T16:25:57.179-05:00

If anyone is on the look out for some unique gifts, here are a few that I have stumbled upon.Little_Wonder books are custom books with your child as the superhero star.Personalized cape. I mean, how cool would that be??Fairy_Princess_Tent--it's pricey, I know. But a mother can drool, can't she?? (Avery better not see this or it will get added to Santa's list.)Art_on_Canvas still one of my

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-46939552021494339072010-11-08T21:39:00.002-05:002010-11-08T22:16:01.241-05:00

I've been surfing the net these days for sympathy, hope, a time machine to go back to last Thursday.Here are some fun stories I've come across to help me feel better. I'm sure they will put a smile on your face too.My daughter just cut her hair like a hare krishna on one half and billy ray cyrus (90's style) on the other. my wife starting crying immediately(we FINALLY got it grown out to 8 inches

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-45541457734435921922010-11-07T21:23:00.002-05:002010-11-08T16:40:46.687-05:00

I have seen funny hair do's on other people's children.I have listened to parents' (humorous) stories of how their children have taken hair styling into their own hands.I laughed. It would never happen to me. Not my children. They know the difference between pretend scissors and real scissors.And besides, I am usually very strict about scissors around here.Nope. It would never happen to my

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-65014339725977697732010-11-02T10:06:00.002-04:002010-11-02T10:28:51.040-04:00

Very scared.And so very nervous.We have two men downstairs, sanding and painting my house.Yes, this has been a long time coming. And yes, 8 years of living with builder's paint is finally coming to a close. And the colour I picked looks great (I've already done the upstairs hallway on my own).But I am so scared.The painters seem pretty novice. (As in they are asking me for tips . . . the

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-84848779881205450602010-10-30T16:13:00.006-04:002011-01-31T22:23:35.317-05:00

At seven months, Liv definitely found her voice.A very high-pitched squeal. It kind of sounds like a canary crossed with Celine Dion's highest note . . . if she were on crack. Or a guinea pig squealing into a microphone.Not that she never squealed before, but this month brought forth much more communication in that manner. Especially at meal time.Speaking of which, Liv is the first of my babies

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-34874007753300802132010-10-30T12:57:00.003-04:002010-10-30T13:03:08.967-04:00

That I was here again.I know Halloween is upon us, and that is fun. But the weather is getting pretty chilly and I'm just not sure I'm ready for the frigid cold that looms. At least not as long as we don't have a warm weather getaway planned.I'm also wishing I were up to date on all our pictures and end of the year book. (Last year's is laying stagnant in February and I'm supposed to be working

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-4825663497610205712010-10-19T20:12:00.003-04:002010-10-21T07:58:12.625-04:00

I stumbled acrossTHISsite and thought I would share.They are awesome!! Hmmm . . . do you think any of them would suit my living room??

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Wondering what to dress your little child in for Halloween this year?Please DON'T use any ofTHESEideas.

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Some random photos that we shot just last month. Nothing special, just cute kids and their favourite things.Liv, who is hard-done by for floor time because it's just too dangerous. With a big sister on the prowl, she prefers to be up high so she is out of "love's" reach. (Aka, harm's reach . . . since she often gets smothered with love.)Reason 1 of why there aren't a ton of Livvie pictures. It's

Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055302845813117484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802807555682827633.post-83191838452636830462010-10-08T14:49:00.005-04:002010-10-08T15:00:03.616-04:00

I am often behind the camera, taking what I hope will be perfect pictures of my sweet children so that years from now I can remember everything about them as they grew up. The dark flip side is that I am almost never in any pictures. Should anything happen to me, or in 10, 20, 40 years from now my children and grandchildren look at our albums, they wouldn't have a single trace of me. Not IN the

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Busy shoppers whirled around me, quickly running through their lists for the week and the upcoming holiday.I, however, stood frozen beside some packaged fresh turkeys.Trying to do the math of converting kg to lbs, and trying to price check the big box store's brand vs an add in the local paper from a farmer around the corner for his fresh turkeys.I was nauseated. Food Inc has made me terrified

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As a trained scientist, I know how much good scientific advancements can improve the quality of human life.I suppose that I have remained in a "fortunate" oblivion (fortunate because at least I could eat and wear what I wanted).But, after watching Food Inc at my mother in law's insistance, I have not been able to grocery shop well. I scan the aisles for anything that might be edible . . . or

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Horrifying.After already being spooked by Food Inc, this was no surprise, but it was disturbing and nauseating none the less. Be sure to check out Jamie's Food Revolution clip.http://www.drmomma.org/2010/10/chicken-nuggets-other-pink-meat.html

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Some time between lugging groceries (that included a turkey and lots of unbagged Costco items) across the torn up grand cayon that was my driveway while hurdling over the tall concrete block that is soon to be a sidewalk and walking the to the mailbox while "admiring" (and choking) on a sky filled with dust . . . I began to wonder if a new construction was really worth while.I mean, really, did

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To pass the time without Dad, I loaded up the kids in the van and drove out to a local conservation area where the township was hosting a "Fall Fest" family day.Even though we made it one hour later than planned (I wanted to be there the minute it opened), we had no trouble getting on any equipment. It seems that everyone slept in or had something else to do on their Saturday mornings. It worked

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Perhaps this is the reason that Avery sneaks into our bed in the wee hours of the night.Hers is too full.

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"We'll try our best." The site manager said half-hearted as he looked away from me.I have heard that before. From the moment we saw green stuff flying around on other streets in our development we have been asking, pleading, begging for grass to come our way."Just the back yard, at the very least, please, we have four children who are cooped up in the house!"And every time we get the run around""

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1. DO send your invitations out TWO weeks in advance.2. DON'T send too many out. Four kids are enough.3. DO have everyone RSVP before that week is through so you need to know if you should send invitations out to anyone else.4. DON'T allow siblings to attend. (This is especially important in LDS circles since one family of siblings can exceed your target guest quota.) In fact, I would even

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There's a birthday party coming up!Stay tuned . . .

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As I was staying up way to late one night working on pictures . . . I came across this while taking a break surfing WS's newest additions.find it here Isn't it pretty? Not $90 pretty, but pretty enough to make me get out and try my hand at making two. (The joys of double door entrances!)

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Liv has been busy!She became bilingual this month. A few weeks before turning six months, she started cooing a "eyeeee-ya." Naturally, it sounded just like "Hi" to us and as we saw her saying it to more and more people over the following weeks, we realized she really was saying, "Hi" to everyone . . . especially to get people's attention.I felt bad for her though because to most people it just

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