tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31197198687976723882024-02-20T23:38:46.940-08:00DAINES FAMILY FUNThe Daineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965694266607295187noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119719868797672388.post-66468265081755014352011-05-02T17:54:00.000-07:002011-05-02T18:27:45.712-07:00Rain, Rain, Rain<div> All it does here is rain, rain, rain!!! For about the past month all it has done is rain. I am getting sick of water and am ready for sunshine. My family and I are cherishing the sun. Eventually I think the picture below is what our house and the land around it will look like. We miss Arizona for friends and right now, sun. Hope your days aren't as rainy as ours.</div><div> </div><div> -Brooklyn</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjifmhzN8Dp7ddOZBFlgUqK06Wrsz5kD4rria3TRlx2kN34rRwHOjGA9IevjFuCmaJBrWcn6ioUipIIUeRUwF4j-u-Y3msEkVVq8fO27sQ202mwxnoPtQ17xchcgXFOfJ4Dm7otVPzpCs/s1600/DSC01866.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjifmhzN8Dp7ddOZBFlgUqK06Wrsz5kD4rria3TRlx2kN34rRwHOjGA9IevjFuCmaJBrWcn6ioUipIIUeRUwF4j-u-Y3msEkVVq8fO27sQ202mwxnoPtQ17xchcgXFOfJ4Dm7otVPzpCs/s320/DSC01866.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602293549000324546" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaki00wCXdBc5sGVqocHZ2705ckw47sh2IRbBqzc1tcIhKiwMSLtNVweaSf9nT0Ge-dPhQOGUi2Fqyop1wn8rKYK8Ib6fkF2qk0OiA9U9n7AM-IbuR8Al4ucZ-eQTtT3dEi89c8Wv9Y7o/s1600/DSC01866.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-n-o4BuiCA0vHbtz14zz0WolEtFdp9sJllBr1DEj1dYbaTZU5zEHH_Tp4oPRuUUG0K9CV2ypGwfdI1ugl1JFjV6GGZ2St4ZIBHAkzrAx1qEoJhZ2JdXLwXjeVScx-OYAbg5qzSI1QCdU/s1600/DSC01866.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>The Daineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965694266607295187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119719868797672388.post-3416853849409180872011-05-01T16:20:00.000-07:002011-05-01T16:42:11.692-07:00City Exploring<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcsUa2apP3H95gW78CK4ED3ZMdeRRjeb51nfxVThCKkFCHJ6Sp7GIoFmpJbUGJsmt5jqJSFrvUESsYF13NumOdJ55nXw2LLdP2ghPNj2z-aFSBPAalSZVsolMd92ol6lV1UtzLJBUCJ94/s1600/DSC01917.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcsUa2apP3H95gW78CK4ED3ZMdeRRjeb51nfxVThCKkFCHJ6Sp7GIoFmpJbUGJsmt5jqJSFrvUESsYF13NumOdJ55nXw2LLdP2ghPNj2z-aFSBPAalSZVsolMd92ol6lV1UtzLJBUCJ94/s320/DSC01917.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601896902956941170" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYQwze27JyBR0PKBaYcEwvgd-GMUNjvIAqidlexMw2lwynNc63CaVMo1IID665p1RL3MoF4Vsd8yo99heAPbEkicYLmbo8MnMvJ9ClgkEBwtTS-Dmi7gpiwjhGPLH7qIBo-mLpZfEy34Y/s1600/DSC01916.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYQwze27JyBR0PKBaYcEwvgd-GMUNjvIAqidlexMw2lwynNc63CaVMo1IID665p1RL3MoF4Vsd8yo99heAPbEkicYLmbo8MnMvJ9ClgkEBwtTS-Dmi7gpiwjhGPLH7qIBo-mLpZfEy34Y/s320/DSC01916.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601896894514290050" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixZ4Jz-elYrf0CawF91INr4KXHF_ou2N_xqKSFc3btCYaXpCY2Lw8xPQm7J2ATwpMmBls5teaR0_M1SQOeZ9nfVoU1h-wMKe_CrK6asrgw6tbIHSZEgtP6jUWUkN-LDSJif0j-lW9G0pc/s1600/DSC01918.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixZ4Jz-elYrf0CawF91INr4KXHF_ou2N_xqKSFc3btCYaXpCY2Lw8xPQm7J2ATwpMmBls5teaR0_M1SQOeZ9nfVoU1h-wMKe_CrK6asrgw6tbIHSZEgtP6jUWUkN-LDSJif0j-lW9G0pc/s320/DSC01918.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601896890509311778" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;">We were able to go to the St. Louis city museum. There we could climb on the ceiling!!! We also slid down a huge slide, and went on a school bus hanging half way off the side of the building. There was a pond that we used stepping stones to get across. Water tried to spray us as we went across. This was only on the roof!!!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic93LmAkdUqmP9LrJqr-furvRTTuUBMtmxPntqJ_H64WW1ujubeYGa15CLMtEftQW53EfsxhgB5N5LdRTNIHCYbInCRvb-2SqtmKVfb9bpOLlg2iN_63K2tqOEs2XrJX5ObnSLvo1hp-g/s1600/DSC01915.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEzXVcjHr0IvUMYcGrg_wMdffGn7A0Jz0noaXhUipX_ko-o29EydcFcGNYyRww0BXcmX4GtAlfB5xAdftd_1gKkm_UbsqyiY93b4JezMG0RwQhDVKygip098XuRB6dgjjciAZtWTHvLO0/s1600/DSC01908.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEzXVcjHr0IvUMYcGrg_wMdffGn7A0Jz0noaXhUipX_ko-o29EydcFcGNYyRww0BXcmX4GtAlfB5xAdftd_1gKkm_UbsqyiY93b4JezMG0RwQhDVKygip098XuRB6dgjjciAZtWTHvLO0/s320/DSC01908.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601895755607773506" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg41XF8aHg9FxJAMQ93DFztKA8NkxRbxqCWoMF7MrOIiJbEXNOKjUpGEJwPr-mVVnb1RRezxeWJPhPCIvWVKxE2_MYZOvTqr-CuDoWcoZB8HjA5PMbb8WqODvX-AWhevv5Zkv66I49hFpw/s1600/DSC01907.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg41XF8aHg9FxJAMQ93DFztKA8NkxRbxqCWoMF7MrOIiJbEXNOKjUpGEJwPr-mVVnb1RRezxeWJPhPCIvWVKxE2_MYZOvTqr-CuDoWcoZB8HjA5PMbb8WqODvX-AWhevv5Zkv66I49hFpw/s320/DSC01907.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601895756373696642" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih77iMSmTEEAeNO74pSAx7nSlmHsXYiQ_m9vk6K7boflj1GykLC7lzBeqJA6qtVb6UvIX6QZTRjQVNGqQpE7DQzplMFV1WcW-SaH__5rkxMQT6w5hqXTW6Zuk7loyC6ClGZoy9MSPcOB8/s1600/DSC01905.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih77iMSmTEEAeNO74pSAx7nSlmHsXYiQ_m9vk6K7boflj1GykLC7lzBeqJA6qtVb6UvIX6QZTRjQVNGqQpE7DQzplMFV1WcW-SaH__5rkxMQT6w5hqXTW6Zuk7loyC6ClGZoy9MSPcOB8/s320/DSC01905.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601895746400414594" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXDbT0fxke5h33krhP3AWu0y9mwhYeR4QsdRKDrmH4VbLLiU1GtCt6wa-1WQsCj6AlHoSpkJmWBN9bAyALS7HMXokCf0uWScXmkMBfA-dwFgf2PvSmgXwIzm_O7I2mwlmlzf9Qbky5AMQ/s1600/DSC01913.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXDbT0fxke5h33krhP3AWu0y9mwhYeR4QsdRKDrmH4VbLLiU1GtCt6wa-1WQsCj6AlHoSpkJmWBN9bAyALS7HMXokCf0uWScXmkMBfA-dwFgf2PvSmgXwIzm_O7I2mwlmlzf9Qbky5AMQ/s320/DSC01913.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601895744357833186" /></a>The Daineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965694266607295187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119719868797672388.post-59561688962089660702011-05-01T15:41:00.000-07:002011-05-01T16:20:37.510-07:00Failed Attempt!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMDO49yZbK_rFGL6CMWs9gRe-uYQvrUk0t_igr9euLBH-yXocL8xjzIOK8WTCqpA3VWOs8LsPMw36sbQCqN29Er1eK1cMikBZsgKlm8j0NI5a-cpDUViogm80u_mYQSECjsZrSmPge6FU/s1600/DSC01905.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizJewUFMc8yj7RQcb-qEXOzxl-I62RH34d46BylvBfy1t6i1x1yzMJAh6Fp38ja2ieLwbQ1h5nxUWrheW1esM1mcZg7l4IXTcnk19n3igQj42nWlFekdczhnDMmQBGHaiSQ26OzbTwouI/s1600/DSC01999.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizJewUFMc8yj7RQcb-qEXOzxl-I62RH34d46BylvBfy1t6i1x1yzMJAh6Fp38ja2ieLwbQ1h5nxUWrheW1esM1mcZg7l4IXTcnk19n3igQj42nWlFekdczhnDMmQBGHaiSQ26OzbTwouI/s320/DSC01999.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601884593089240050" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"></span>Since my mothers attempt to</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">blog often has failed I have decided to take over for her. I (Brooklyn) am here to save the day. Lydia is in 4th grade, Brendan in kindergarten, I am in 6th. Fritz (are yorkie)is driving parents insane with his accidents. Even though he is only a puppy, he still has the potential to learn. Mom and dad are convinced that will never happen but I know it will in time.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div>The Daineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965694266607295187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119719868797672388.post-77724343946560825262009-12-24T23:36:00.000-08:002009-12-25T00:02:39.730-08:00Trip to San Fran.<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm3v-Z7-ot9q_tXdcJ3pOx47Viusd_PTnNVG7-kfCznpVEfLoafjTyieO_knK0zwCdd1OC-8HfSiBAnjyBRpGj4CrXZDnqhyphenhyphen5tXoLExzrr2xc-_5Zh2QWa_4JHpPZm386apPejSQvDJDs/s1600-h/DSC01086.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419079302521420018" 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/AVvXsEhm3v-Z7-ot9q_tXdcJ3pOx47Viusd_PTnNVG7-kfCznpVEfLoafjTyieO_knK0zwCdd1OC-8HfSiBAnjyBRpGj4CrXZDnqhyphenhyphen5tXoLExzrr2xc-_5Zh2QWa_4JHpPZm386apPejSQvDJDs/s320/DSC01086.JPG" border="0" /></a>Girls with Taylor Swift obsessed Claira.</div><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipBOSwOZa-bxU8u8dRVNk64idP_VsLLBMfplsWwSy69glLorMjXbITWPNI5-BFT0AZjQMQ4HfX80eIUBxbw7gM3q18ml9MnMppedQX4c58jqYdeT2QLDkOdmrYSJ0yY85655dqdYLosdc/s1600-h/DSC01085.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419079296755560226" 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/AVvXsEipBOSwOZa-bxU8u8dRVNk64idP_VsLLBMfplsWwSy69glLorMjXbITWPNI5-BFT0AZjQMQ4HfX80eIUBxbw7gM3q18ml9MnMppedQX4c58jqYdeT2QLDkOdmrYSJ0yY85655dqdYLosdc/s320/DSC01085.JPG" border="0" /></a> Brendan drying off with his cousin Hitch.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieTf3gkejetwFXbSnF7W8r91V5WoHat-0a1zV9MHfzcFcT-P_FSniWxlj0CFE6caeGdTMQJgdRYhFDyo-ltX8DRe0s6s3sTsUUxAbZd2231z0PpsEN4PdL8fpb9B6DUd54-O_b_yyyw-c/s1600-h/DSC01084.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419079289755661330" 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/AVvXsEieTf3gkejetwFXbSnF7W8r91V5WoHat-0a1zV9MHfzcFcT-P_FSniWxlj0CFE6caeGdTMQJgdRYhFDyo-ltX8DRe0s6s3sTsUUxAbZd2231z0PpsEN4PdL8fpb9B6DUd54-O_b_yyyw-c/s320/DSC01084.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Taking a break and drying off from the hard work of fountain swimming.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcAHK-5Pp9e1hPAZX8Hpf1Dc8vNsN2Hv58QSHZupb-6889dWZ_VtDMuf7bdW8Qg10ATUUtFGKNEdAoMY7jmquuop14mSq5FtNfirmy-s8PyovI1RM1y9LS19ylyWXnBzbJaegQK6WamTE/s1600-h/DSC01080.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419079283353459954" 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/AVvXsEhcAHK-5Pp9e1hPAZX8Hpf1Dc8vNsN2Hv58QSHZupb-6889dWZ_VtDMuf7bdW8Qg10ATUUtFGKNEdAoMY7jmquuop14mSq5FtNfirmy-s8PyovI1RM1y9LS19ylyWXnBzbJaegQK6WamTE/s320/DSC01080.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Kids with cousins in a fountain in front of a building where Grandpa Daines went to school. No sign of campus security.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWd52KYCZGZw59cLCNHjdZbNc_BVvQ7cO4JBjogTk4-gzod8KwIVR3hP5DdQqtbEswHn6jSaJPJV4xwo004_vY2FkyAN8eOjvl8pVMGnclrxcIqGnStZHTClsgSA44mlWhpl_Vd_fSYvs/s1600-h/DSC01074.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419079280336420658" 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/AVvXsEgWd52KYCZGZw59cLCNHjdZbNc_BVvQ7cO4JBjogTk4-gzod8KwIVR3hP5DdQqtbEswHn6jSaJPJV4xwo004_vY2FkyAN8eOjvl8pVMGnclrxcIqGnStZHTClsgSA44mlWhpl_Vd_fSYvs/s320/DSC01074.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>While in Job limbo and while waiting to start work in Indiana, we took a trip to visit Rob and Ruth. We started by making Easter eggs with Aunt Ruth and then went fountain hopping on Stanford's campus</div></div></div><br /></div></div>The Daineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965694266607295187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119719868797672388.post-58976944573471185302009-12-24T22:55:00.000-08:002009-12-24T23:35:16.772-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv1sbmiPLcrUzIhrwmPx1atZWe057iv_csrC145TNBWgRvzollPqev7nMNu1UWefTDtWoH75rUr1y1UL-R-SmKkSlZJRrjEwaV4f4txeiIjVSl2N_eSX220dr7IIMy4T5bnjDIJO49_AQ/s1600-h/daines-couple.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419069458248948498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv1sbmiPLcrUzIhrwmPx1atZWe057iv_csrC145TNBWgRvzollPqev7nMNu1UWefTDtWoH75rUr1y1UL-R-SmKkSlZJRrjEwaV4f4txeiIjVSl2N_eSX220dr7IIMy4T5bnjDIJO49_AQ/s320/daines-couple.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>I am sitting down late Christmas Eve after a busy December with both work, family traditions and activities. As I ponder the past year, it has been quite a year. There have been trials followed by great blessings. Our family is a better family than it was a year ago. I thought as a Christmas present to Tina I would try to get the Blog <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">caught</span> up over the past six months or so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">since</span> we moved from Arizona to Indiana. So please don't hold these <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">entrees</span> up to Tina's standard. </div><br /><br /><div>Merry Christmas Tina! </div><br /><br /><div>I Love you, Paul.</div>The Daineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965694266607295187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119719868797672388.post-84899009796230514672009-04-11T08:44:00.000-07:002009-04-11T08:57:16.689-07:00Toothless in Arizona<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKNRiU8nvjJMHd8Xmfjv-yoM5BP-axTHfkF-DXWrNS6zTfBdyrYqPPVkwlCmJbCDJJr_jjfNpThNINAVfgDJ5B5he98-KyP8CV_2iw8JKh_IEI7cQuPQqEqNXaTpCiS6U24liJXJ7IZ1g/s1600-h/DSC01049.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323460713568559394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKNRiU8nvjJMHd8Xmfjv-yoM5BP-axTHfkF-DXWrNS6zTfBdyrYqPPVkwlCmJbCDJJr_jjfNpThNINAVfgDJ5B5he98-KyP8CV_2iw8JKh_IEI7cQuPQqEqNXaTpCiS6U24liJXJ7IZ1g/s400/DSC01049.JPG" border="0" /></a> Isn't she cute!! The other day Lydia asked me if the Easter Bunny was real! I said, "What do you think?" She said, "I don't think it is because the stores wouldn't let him in to buy candy if it was a real bunny!" I said, "Maybe he is a big bunny that hops on two feet." She agreed. She says he is a big and chubby bunny with chubby cheeks! So she does think he is real.<br /><br />Also, as you can see she lost a few teeth. She has been toothless for a while. She has looked forward to being toothless because it took so long to happen. She hadn't lost a tooth until 2nd grade. All of her friends were loosing them in kindergarden and she wanted her name on the board for loosing a tooth, but it just wasn't happening. Now she can smile a big toothless smile. I think she is Adorable!!!!<br /><div></div>The Daineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965694266607295187noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119719868797672388.post-71314569283777531712009-04-10T14:47:00.000-07:002009-04-10T16:18:51.516-07:00She Loves me? She Loves me NOT!!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxu5QAiFAQJguENSUEpiwd10xLc7li9q9ExoM7KClrTDt4ibd0OpJ-Ln7iIy70UAONxNytcZ7ZQXMqtwyd0KYT91DA3hH3Ox_veHtYoKABAc_FrSWbf3jrnYlEXcRAUxD1XH_iCvWp1ZA/s1600-h/DSC01040.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323183350725956466" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxu5QAiFAQJguENSUEpiwd10xLc7li9q9ExoM7KClrTDt4ibd0OpJ-Ln7iIy70UAONxNytcZ7ZQXMqtwyd0KYT91DA3hH3Ox_veHtYoKABAc_FrSWbf3jrnYlEXcRAUxD1XH_iCvWp1ZA/s200/DSC01040.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXSzjLQ-omozK2ZYMnVWcPnGHIqUsVG4CC6xu9BJBxD5QhetXw0Z9CCWXlZ8EiPpleEcFF4pul7j_139LNijJdIq_tuOSukg3U2lU467IBD2sC7sOmPqldEatKx4h3agDJHqPnyseMXSg/s1600-h/DSC01039.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323183192701570002" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXSzjLQ-omozK2ZYMnVWcPnGHIqUsVG4CC6xu9BJBxD5QhetXw0Z9CCWXlZ8EiPpleEcFF4pul7j_139LNijJdIq_tuOSukg3U2lU467IBD2sC7sOmPqldEatKx4h3agDJHqPnyseMXSg/s200/DSC01039.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center">Oh isn't the weather beautiful here in SUNNY Arizona!!! We have been riding our bikes to school this last week because of the nice weather and also because the girls hate riding the bus. Brendan has been going on these rides as well and is doing a great job riding his bike. He learned about a month ago how to ride without training wheels. Brendan is a very adventureous little kid he will try to do about anything. I guess he is a typical boy, but I am use to girls. Anyway, Shelly Chou ran over Brendan's (use to be pink bike) because he left it behind her car. So Paul hammered out the wheel and the thingamagig that the chain goes on, and it is working just fine. There is just a little swivel in the back tire which looks a little strange when you are riding behind him. So I was telling him about the swivel and he was not paying attention to the front of him (That kind of reminds me of his father) and he goes into the gravel and falls. So he is crying and saying that it was because of the rear wheel that he fell. I tried to explain to him that the front wheel is the one that would cause going into the gravel. He was not going to hear of it!!!! He just knew it was not his fault!!!! So we get to the school and he is still mad, which turns into him being mad at me, so I am trying to explain to him what caused it and he got furious.<br /></div><div align="center">Brooklyn then turns around and says mom stop causing a scene!! The thought came to my mind, "Oh here we go, she is embarrassed of her mother now!" So we get to where you park the bikes and she came over and gave me a love and kiss. I said, "I thought you were embarrassed of your mother and probably wouldn't want to show me affection in public. (Which honestly I wouldn't blame her I looked hideous) But she kissed me again and said Mom I love you! I thought it was so sweet. I will take anything a can get from that girl these days. With in seconds she will love me and hate me all in the same breath. So now maybe she isn't embarrassed of <strong>everything </strong>I do, but I am sure it is coming.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5iMs00e1Q0WednFtqKGrlXPZfqo8IVFh497OG8z2uWCmraSXNa_6GEhYxVyvKRBwkGV9vYsYCoTYjwQlAras8mSC8rprZx99rS2rHWhSGmQEAdrE3e736-Gn9fYdY2Q3J6JbafJdW4go/s1600-h/DSC01046.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323183484911643954" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5iMs00e1Q0WednFtqKGrlXPZfqo8IVFh497OG8z2uWCmraSXNa_6GEhYxVyvKRBwkGV9vYsYCoTYjwQlAras8mSC8rprZx99rS2rHWhSGmQEAdrE3e736-Gn9fYdY2Q3J6JbafJdW4go/s200/DSC01046.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKJFtPqn8-BOWCl61KVboxiqI1enQMmeHzIKZFDu2HyoQurf9cs04J82zuCLSWrjS3kz170iU3Wfdrzypjh6psjJX3KbQ96LiLiYllN3rJIDGOP3OHfvdOG-K9rf4H_EZOwHC6g1wYSpc/s1600-h/DSC01048.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323183649826422978" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKJFtPqn8-BOWCl61KVboxiqI1enQMmeHzIKZFDu2HyoQurf9cs04J82zuCLSWrjS3kz170iU3Wfdrzypjh6psjJX3KbQ96LiLiYllN3rJIDGOP3OHfvdOG-K9rf4H_EZOwHC6g1wYSpc/s200/DSC01048.JPG" border="0" /></a></div>The Daineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965694266607295187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119719868797672388.post-84914678705162448232009-04-06T18:49:00.000-07:002009-04-06T19:53:32.304-07:00Bella and I<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1su0yidaiOzi77ZLpJ_MTBeAwzObGmTS3u6uBOOP-WP_I9qKHitT2bTnLHPINcqxyECFgdhFzkza0LerVLz0Ymh0_r0_rQ3XTFzIeYUja2GqpCfYGxo8R8sSq4-JPkynlNs4qoKMR-gA/s1600-h/DSC01023.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1su0yidaiOzi77ZLpJ_MTBeAwzObGmTS3u6uBOOP-WP_I9qKHitT2bTnLHPINcqxyECFgdhFzkza0LerVLz0Ymh0_r0_rQ3XTFzIeYUja2GqpCfYGxo8R8sSq4-JPkynlNs4qoKMR-gA/s400/DSC01023.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We have had Bella for almost 2 years. She is wild, friendly and loves people. She love to run out the front door and send us on wild goose chase (dog chases). She never wants to come to us, and if we try to catch her she just runs farther. She also loves to dig up baby bunnies, she has done it twice now, there have been 4 bunnies each time. When she found the bunnies they didn't even have their eyes open. When somebody comes to the door she darts to go and greet them. We children love her, but she drives our parents crazy.</div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321776935800808722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1fPsoDJbSu5E9HqnCsZ0cXK01Z1_4LsI1aaljKp1rFB2IHQL7F2eZN7gvyBqVTmp6ShFpU5mC8tO6t7L6hYDk-ldSaCBV3kG6n5q47ynPzYY8tBK33i8SEYA0ffouzlLNIsG_AWYBYgM/s400/DSC00690.JPG" border="0" /></div>The Daineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965694266607295187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119719868797672388.post-71230885565232193712009-04-06T13:57:00.000-07:002009-04-06T14:50:11.025-07:00Daddy's Boy!!!!<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTqEuua5pybbQYOZcAAOCVxlCGGu7VATGMN1kMMGHEpklS-QQm6vRTDo2q7dSyySNxIhaChL-BYGRpNmZj5q1zTzhBVXp2fv_grRP5zYAtS7_tp_BrlnPIKQ7VsD4NvvuUf0jpoV3Co5w/s1600-h/DSC01022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321697202797288642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTqEuua5pybbQYOZcAAOCVxlCGGu7VATGMN1kMMGHEpklS-QQm6vRTDo2q7dSyySNxIhaChL-BYGRpNmZj5q1zTzhBVXp2fv_grRP5zYAtS7_tp_BrlnPIKQ7VsD4NvvuUf0jpoV3Co5w/s400/DSC01022.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Paul has been home a lot since he is out of a job. His little son Brendan has been loving life, having a dad to pal around with. They have been playing all sorts of ball. Paul has been throwing a big ball to Brendan and he has been hitting it with a bat. The other day Brendan was sad that Paul had to go and run some errands and I sat with him and told him to play with me. He proceeded to tell me that he loves his daddy better than me. I tried to act sad and say "can't you love us the same?" He held up his fingers and counted to four and said I love you that much mommy. I said OK! How much do you love daddy? He held up his fingers until he got twenty-eighteen and he said I love him twenty-eighteen. I said that is way more than me! He said I know, sorry!!! He tried to make it more even after that but I never came close to twenty-eighteen. I actually thought it was very sweet.</div><div> </div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321697207197441810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAFMUgxKI6dLwRNXavfiv6dw1uWTUMMjV_gJ7Cnx2ZQl3e_9eEqySC2WoLkq2WVMVyvizUZwkjDN7dW_wWdlpEAxDTSNkkz0J06OLYYRJ_vGlrgEC5EXNRJpfnX90pbTJ1GmXLFZra1Xk/s400/DSC01021.JPG" border="0" />The Daineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965694266607295187noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119719868797672388.post-55638787194491438522009-04-02T09:52:00.000-07:002009-04-02T10:08:05.054-07:00My attempt at blogging<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjciTFvwagYGpAqVUR8lueafbXn70vGwL9QyrbIdvJNODxUP3Jxh2iXQRfQW4lkQVcIu0sa2BQgyUC0X5x5O01v6oP6UlnzEXS215fgJFHY7sFzPz0lrrgqgiBRRj1DBL7CivCLDw_y4O8/s1600-h/IMG_5928.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320141806418747234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjciTFvwagYGpAqVUR8lueafbXn70vGwL9QyrbIdvJNODxUP3Jxh2iXQRfQW4lkQVcIu0sa2BQgyUC0X5x5O01v6oP6UlnzEXS215fgJFHY7sFzPz0lrrgqgiBRRj1DBL7CivCLDw_y4O8/s400/IMG_5928.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left">Hey can you believe it, I am trying to get into the 21st Century and so Jenny is helping me BLOG!!!!!! I can't believe I am actually doing this. Paul doesn't think I will stick to it, so obviously I will need to prove him wrong!!!</p>The Daineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965694266607295187noreply@blogger.com2