tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217282797786433892024-02-07T22:09:45.696-08:00Happy with Her Bishop BoysKeep updated on our family by either subscribing to or just checking up on this blog. Please comment on posts if you want to! Click on the "(#) Comments" at the end of the blog post to view comments and add your own. Enjoy!Adriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03107254449594907118noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821728279778643389.post-38767147318300496012011-04-18T09:24:00.000-07:002011-04-18T09:24:30.967-07:00The Lost Month of MarchSeriously it has been since Austin's birthday that I have posted.... SEEEEEERIOUSLY!?!?! That is just sadness! But, in fact, it is true- my month of March got lost. Mostly due to sickness, my miserable March actually flew by. I missed meetings, bible study, playdates and all sorts of good stuff. At the very end I blessedly was well enough to go on my planned trip to Fresno to see Beth Moore and go to a Women's Ministry Leadership conference... phew! It was an awesome trip. Now we're in full-fledged "spring" (it's still raining) mode- with 5 weeks until Wyatt is due, I am feeling the "Spring Cleaning"/ nesting fever. My dearest friend <a href="http://cadreaminbk.blogspot.com/">Brooke</a> is having her C-section tomorrow, and then we will no longer be pregnant together! **SIGH** It's been so nice, Brooke, to have someone to whine with!!! :) But I am soooo happy for her, she has put in her time and deservedly gets to hold her little girl tomorrow. I can't WAIT to meet her!!!<br />
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So, ONE of the reasons my miserable March was so miserable was because I was sent to the hospital with pnuemonia. I had to stay three nights! Mercy in heaven it was soooo awful. I'm just not one of those people who likes to be in the hospital, even when there are nurses waiting on you. It felt really dramatic, but I guess I wouldn't have been there if it wasn't necessary. One of the things that was really concerning my doc was my low oxygen levels. I couldn't talk and hold my oxygen level above 90 on my own (they wanted me to be a minimum of 94). As soon as I would start to carry on a conversation (it probably disn't help that I am naturally a fast talker), my oxygen levels would plummet. UGH! Anyways, other than needing a special inhaler and my lungs taking forever to heal, I am much MUCH better. :) I actually can remember the last time I felt that sick... I was 9.<br />
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Now, onward! Trying to get "normal life" things done before Wyatt arrives, as well as organize the condo and plan our church's Spring Tea. That's the update for now! I will post some cute pics of Tyler's preschool Spring Show soon!Adriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03107254449594907118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821728279778643389.post-85398879683553357642011-02-28T16:54:00.000-08:002011-02-28T16:54:06.788-08:00Austin Be Three!Today is our Austin Bear's third birthday! It certainly has flown by, especially this last year. He seems so big now, and always wants to do everything that Tyler does. Aw.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Then. Hours old. So sweet!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">2 months: Famous for his "starving artist" hair. Sorry, Austin. Mommy couldn't cut it!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now! So big! Talks all the time, tells us what he loves. :)</td></tr>
</tbody></table>We went to McDonald's today with some awesome friends, just to do something special on his "day". Last night he got spoiled by Mimi, Papa, Uncle Ian, Gramma, Grampa, Aunt Linae, Uncle Rudi and cousin Lucy here at the house for a little family party. Lots of fun, lots of ice cream!<br />
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We love you sooooo much, our brown-eyed Bear! :)Adriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03107254449594907118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821728279778643389.post-44785289701680141112011-02-21T13:51:00.000-08:002011-02-21T13:51:34.922-08:00"Guess What???"So, yesterday Doug and I returned from our weekend away in South Lake Tahoe.... it was much needed and very relaxing! I was very happy to see my two Troublemakers once we got back (though today, Monday, feels like...well, a Monday :-/ ). <br />
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At bedtime they tumbled downstairs, clean from their bath from Daddy to say goodnight to me. Austin jumped up on me for a snuggle and hug. I kissed him all over his face and gave him a tickle and said:<br />
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"Guess what???"<br />
"What??"<br />
"I love you, Austin Bear!"<br />
"Mommy, guess what???"<br />
"What???" I said.<br />
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"I love TYLER!!!!"<br />
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Punk. :)Adriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03107254449594907118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821728279778643389.post-19612352970137502612011-02-07T08:45:00.000-08:002011-02-07T08:45:53.649-08:00Who's The Crib For?Yesterday we had our dear friends Brandon and Andrea and their little pumpkin Annabelle over for the Super Bowl. It was fun to visit and eat yummy snacks! Anyways, when people have been over the last few days, the boys immediately want to show off their new bunk beds (or, "bonk beds", as it sounds when they say it). So, B & A graciously went upstairs to humor them. (I will post pics soon of the crowded room. ;-) )<br />
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Austin, who has had a bit of trouble transitioning out of the crib (not TOO bad, it's more whining and complaining than anything) to his bottom bunk, jumped up on it to show off to Andrea as soon as we got in the room. (I was really happy to see this, just for the sake of knowing that he is proud of it helps!). <br />
Andrea said, "Is that your new bed!?!?" <br />
Austin: "Yeah! I sleep on da bonk bed!"<br />
Andrea: "Wow!"<br />
Me: "Such a big boy bed, huh?"<br />
Austin: "Yeah... (pointing at the crib) That's for Quiet."<br />
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(As in, his baby brother on the way's name is Quiet.) LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!Adriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03107254449594907118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821728279778643389.post-56483188176819808682011-02-03T13:39:00.000-08:002011-02-03T13:39:42.381-08:00Going Lactose Free to See... if I am intolerant. Well, I know I am intolerant of half and half, my utmost fave thing to add to my coffee! SADNESS!!!! BUT, lately I have notice a sensitivity to other dairy products (well, cow milk products). So, I officially began at about 3:30 yesterday afternoon. I bought goat milk, goat milk yogurt and coconut milk ice cream to try it all out and see how my body feels.<br />
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The goat milk I put on my oatmeal this morning, which was fine in the patmeal, but plain was, welll... kinda "goat-y" as my friend <a href="http://himmeandbabymakes3.blogspot.com/">Brigitte</a> said. It tasted like liquid goat cheese. And I loooooove goat cheese! But liquid will take some getting used to. I think I will get some vanilla almond milk or coconut milk to try for that.<br />
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Brigitte's sister <a href="http://www.crookedshmooked.blogspot.com/">Heidi</a> has been dairy free for 4 years and helped me out a lot on what to try. It will be interesting to see what the difference is! Anywho, Heidi's best suggestion was indulge in some ice cream!!!! So I did- actually a COMPLETELY dairy free one... not even goat milk!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And it is SUPER GOOD!!!!!! Mmmmm. I am eating right now! :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Yay!<br />
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1. Today, I ate half of Troublemaker #2's doughnut. It had sprinkles.<br />
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2. I usually freak out a little on Fridays.<br />
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"But, WHY!?!?" You might ask. "Friday is almost everyone's favorite day of the week. The end of the work week, maybe with some fun plans in the midst."<br />
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Right. Well, from a stay-at-home mom's point of view... well, at least THIS stay-at-home mom's point of view, I know that Friday is the end of my ability to do the homemaker part of my job. The cleaning, meal planning, shopping, laundry and the like. Because the hubby and me both don't really like doing chores on the weekend. SO, on Friday I desperately try to get a ton of stuff done before my handsome man gets home from work, so that we can enjoy the weekend. I am not saying this to be like all "holier than supermom" or anything, because I really don't do a very good job at it AND, I don't think it's healthy.<br />
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Most of my freak outs aren't healthy. Yours aren't either. <br />
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So, instead of cleaning my floor... I blogged. <br />
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Any tips??? (Other than, get over it? I have a chore chart, btw.)Adriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03107254449594907118noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821728279778643389.post-62755008215045321062011-01-08T09:45:00.000-08:002011-01-08T15:48:01.995-08:00New Year and No New Blog NameLike I said to almost everyone: "I hate to say I told you so... but...<br />
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"IT'S A BOY!!!!!!!"<br />
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A Wyatt to be exact. I am finally giving in to Doug's favorite boy name (he's made three now, so I think he's earned it). So, the blog name does not have to change (I know all 3 of you were on the edge of your seats)... I am still "Happy With My Bishop Boys"!!!<br />
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This new year has had me feeling refreshed and ready for a new start, and I am ready to get the house up to snuff and prepared for baby-on-the-way and George.<br />
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Who George, you ask? I have not inroduced him to the online world yet, have I??? Well, here is George:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">So, preparing for Wyatt and tending to George feels a little overwhelming right now. But something about it being a new year just feels energizing!!! And I have two friends due before me (a third has just given birth!), so I do feel like I have SOME time. And it's 2nd trimester happy time, with more energy and no sickness. YAY!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">So, a happy 2011 to all 4 of you who read this. :) I am going to try this year to post more! I hope I have bunk beds to show soon. :)</div>Adriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03107254449594907118noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821728279778643389.post-39503585183849068212010-12-23T15:56:00.000-08:002010-12-23T15:56:56.551-08:00How Vitamin Water and Brooke Kline Saved MeToday started our very well, considering how this week has been so far. I got out of the house mostly on time to get to Santa Rosa to pick up a Christmas gift from a VERY gifted friend. Then I went to KMart to return my unworn Ugly Sweatshirt, which was bought for the now already-highly-enjoyed Ugly Sweater Christmas Party (or, Ugly Christmas Sweater Party?). I happened uopn a grotesque sweater at the last minjte at Goodwill, so I wore that instead. (No, you can't see pictures. Ew.)<br />
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Then I was on to Target.... the Troublemakers seemed to be in an acceptable mood and I had a list of not more than 10 things to get. So I headed back to Rohnert Park and to Target. We were inside in the bathroom when one of my dearest friends heard my voice from inside her stall... it was Brooke with Caelen and Addison. So, we trampled around Target together. Her girls were so nicely behaved. In only took two minutes for my Troublemakers to go from "acceptable" to... well, UN-acceptable seems like too tame of a word. At one point I even said, "Can you please just give your brother a turn with the bacon?" Yeah. They were fighting over everything. And Target is not a calming place less than 48 hours before Christmas.<br />
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So, I was almost done and Brooke, the dear, was waiting for me to finish so we could exit together. I started getting a sharp pain in my lower abdomen which, being pregnant is not weird or scary. Just annoying. So, I figured I was hungry or whatever so ate some crackers and moved on towards the checkout. While I was waiting for our turn, I got dizzy and a little faint. THAT'S a little weirder than a sharp pain. So I grabbed a Vitamin Water out of the cooler near the cashier and started drinking it. Tyler started having a tantrum about getting out of the cart to show me something. I tried to be calm and tell him "No, you lost that priveledge last time we were here. We can try better next time." He lost it. Everything around me started to get more white and fuzzy and like a little muted. Tyler was soooooo melting down, and I knew I was not doing well because not only did I barely respond to his melting but I suddenly realized I wasn't standing up straight. <br />
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I turned to Brooke who was in the next line over and said "I really feel like I am going to pass out." I think she said I looked pale but I don't even remember. I managed to pay for my stuff and then as soon as I did I told the cashier that I needed help. I had to go sit down and they brought me ice for my neck!!!! How dramatic is that??? I sat there on the floor for like 5 or 10 minutes while sweet Brooke stayed with me then took all the kids over to the food area to wait for me. I was super hot at first then cold. But I felt better really fast... at least, I thought it was fast considering I really thought I was going to lose consciousness. <br />
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Anyways, isn't that crazy??? Brooke said that happened to her when she was pregnant last and thinks it's anemia... which makes total sense. I was also a little anemic when pregnant with Tyler. But the way the Vitamin Water helped I wonder if maybe my blood sugar was low also? Anyways, I am buying iron supplements tonight in hopes of THAT never happening again. WEIRD. I am so THANKFUL that God put Brooke there at the exact same time as me!!!!!!<br />
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So... that was my day. The end.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Happy Birthday, Ty!!!!!</div>Adriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03107254449594907118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821728279778643389.post-36010176290414739452010-12-13T16:07:00.000-08:002010-12-13T20:34:07.625-08:00PrayerMy terminally awesome friend <a href="http://www.ireallyheartfood.blogspot.com/">Courtney</a> inspired me to blog today... I don't think she would mind me saying that SHE hasn't blogged in awhile (but def not as long as it's been for me) and it made me happy to read <a href="http://ireallyheartfood.blogspot.com/2010/12/inheritatnce.html">her post</a> so I decided to give you, my three loyal readers ;-), a little something. I've been home today doing massive amounts of laundry in an attempt to prepare for a week long organzing cleaning overhaul, brought on by: a. Tyler's 5th birthday party, so more stuff came home.... b. Christmas stuff everywhere, and of course presents that WILL come and make clutter/take up space that doesn't exist... and c. Doug's parents and his grandma are coming by in T -7 days. His grandma has never been to our house so I feel like it should be as close to perfect as humanly possible. I know, ridiculous. I'm just being honest about my feelings. So, I'm still in my pajamas and need to start a new load, but I'm super good at distracting myself. So, here I am! Blogging! A miracle. (BTW, how good is that description "terminally awesome"??? I just made it up. And she is.)<br />
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FIRST of all, here are my Troublemakers:<br />
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Second, as most (all?) of you know, I am expecting baby #3 at the end of May... and hopefully we will find out in the next few weeks what the gender is. It's crazy and exciting!<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Lastly, here is a video (first one posted on my blog EVER!) of the boys praying at bedtime. I think it's sweet and kind of funny (you can catch Austin saying "Thank you for Max's birthday"... Max (a dear, sweet 1 year old friend) had his brithday at the end of October. He's been thanking God for it every night since)... They ask to pray every night which is so awesome and melts a mommy's heart. Austin says "I do pray" or "I do dear God" to let us know HE gets to go first. ;-) The video is black because we're in the dark! Enjoy!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyMa0hqYEd2Q-f3XeFJahAUiuT0tA3fTPitqgNWkjKXXYYhrDUsJVPAnbNGewqHDqAyPgGMrL5-6ePTBiVvIQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Adriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03107254449594907118noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821728279778643389.post-3225146592137320032010-08-12T14:48:00.000-07:002010-08-12T14:48:20.744-07:00The Giggles, Courtesy of AustinWow it's been since FEBRUARY that I posted. Sad, isn't it? I know you've all cried over my absence, right? Riiiiiight. Well, after my last post, as you all (I think) know, Austin took a fall out of him and Tyler's bedroom window. 2nd story, onto the concrete below. He's okay, praise God, but it was pretty much the worst few days of my life. I considered posting about it- because God did some amazing work- and I still feel very emotional about it when I look at his little "accident photo", so it's hard to write a whole post about it. I already experienced sharing about the experience in front of my Sisters in Scripture (our women's bible study I attend at church) and even though it was totally necessary in my (and God's) eyes to thank everyone for their prayers for Austin... I basically balled my bloody eyes out in front of everyone. It was very attractive. Not. SO... a post on Austin's fall may or may not come in the future.<br />
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Right now I feel the need to post on something more upbeat.... well, A LOT more upbeat. Last Friday night I made a disaster of a delicious dinner... disaster in the kitchen, glory to the tastebuds. (You can find it <a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2010/08/mushroom-and-swiss-sliders-with-spicy-fry-sauce/"><strong><span style="color: red;">here</span></strong></a> if you want to experience it..... and you probably want to). Oh, and the disaster was mostly because I tried to make fried onion rings, not because of this recipe. So don't be scared.<br />
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The dinner ended up taking me forever so the boys went down late. I don't know if it was just a fluke or they were over tired and that's why they had gone completely bonkers.<br />
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First, I had to get a big fatty splinter out of Tyler's heel. Of course this did not go well. It took about ten minutes to pin him down before I finally got it, and tears were streaming down his face and he was sobbing... so sad. Austin was standing close by, observing. After I was done I said (as Ty was still very upset), <br />
"Honey, I'm so sorry I hurt you. But if splinters stay in your skin they can hurt even more and then you have to go to the doctor to get it out."<br />
Tyler: "Mo-o-ommmmyyyyyyy, it just hurt me really baaaaaad!"<br />
Me: "I know, baby. I'm so sorry, but I had to do it."<br />
Tyler: "Okaaaa-a-ayyy. (sob) I know."<br />
Me: "Are you okay???"<br />
Austin: "Yeah."<br />
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Tyler immediately stopped crying and we looked at each other for a moment and then busted up laughing. Austin, of course, was perfectly fine.... he was just standing there!!! We thought this was gloriously funny and of course Austin ate up the laughter.<br />
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And that was just the beginning.<br />
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Then I tried to read them a book.<br />
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So, we sat on me and Doug's bed and I started reading. Ever few seconds, Austin would stick his thumb in his mouth and "slurp" it out, making an obnoxious noise. This, not shockingly, made Tyler crack up. So I had to stop reading multiple times to tell them both to be quiet if they wanted to here the book.<br />
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They didn't listen, so in exacerbation I turned to Austin and said, "WHAT are you DOOOOOING, child!?!?!"<br />
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Austin said, plainly: "Tractor."<br />
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Riiiiiiight. That threw me into stifled laughter because once you laugh at them, discipline is out the window. So I was trying very hard to "stifle" it. As I open my mouth to begin reading another sentence in a controlled manner, Austin scoots up close to me an LETS ONE RIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Tyler was DONE by this point, red in face from laughter. <br />
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Austin then looks at me and says: "Burp."<br />
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It wasn't a burp that he shared with us.<br />
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I didn't finish the book that night.Adriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03107254449594907118noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821728279778643389.post-79509993070865201682010-02-02T13:49:00.000-08:002010-08-12T14:50:33.431-07:00The First Day of Preschool!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEhA2__uk3OPaBh4KqtnRvMNrQ33Ty6_N8qlsoqsu3AMjccL4HHiDsukgGnnc8BOj0HG8A841o9arGBZY7wGCSXAZyDezkifoJRlfseDUeQWC_DZcjBwFzTScUzzBN1ZmSRw_QQZqvkBg/s1600-h/100_3630.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEhA2__uk3OPaBh4KqtnRvMNrQ33Ty6_N8qlsoqsu3AMjccL4HHiDsukgGnnc8BOj0HG8A841o9arGBZY7wGCSXAZyDezkifoJRlfseDUeQWC_DZcjBwFzTScUzzBN1ZmSRw_QQZqvkBg/s320/100_3630.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Here's the big man in front of the sign... didn't realize I have a huge smudge on my camera until now :(</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This morning Tyler kept asking, "Can I go to preschool <em>noooooow</em>?!?!?!" and has been excited for months- but when we walked into the room and all the unfamiliarity set in, it was like FROZEN BOY had taken over his body. I was trying not to push him into circle time- where the other kids were- and Martha, the teacher, must've read my mind and let Ty play with a puzzle at a table while she continued with the other kids. I was able to shuffle myself out the door before he could say "I want to go home!" again and just... LEFT. It was weird! And very quiet in my car ;-). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When I went to pick him up they were heading in from play time and I snuck by the door without him seeing me to sign him out. As I passed, a beautiful little curly-ponytailed girl poked her head out the door, looked straight at me and said "Tyyyyyyylerrrrrr...." (in quite a flirty little voice, I must say). I said "Shhhh!" and came back moments later to find Ty sitting in the circle, with the other kids, engaged in story time. Austin gave us away by yelling "DAAAAAA!!!!!" (which I'm pretty sure means "Tyler" ;) and Tyler looked, popped up and ran to give me a happy hug. Yay!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Adriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03107254449594907118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821728279778643389.post-51226602274648068812010-01-21T14:59:00.000-08:002010-08-12T14:57:28.693-07:00A Glimpse of "Peace" (not Quiet)<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">WOW SHOCKING it has been so long since I have posted. ;) Yeah, I know, I'm the worst as I am always saying. Here's a little bit of Bishop Boy updates for you who live near and far:<br />
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TYLER is now (mostly) potty trained at night!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yaaaaaaay! Saving money on Pull-Ups is amazing. I am so proud of my big 4 year old. He is set to start preschool at the beginning of February! Tyler is VERY excited.... we'll see what happens when I drop him off for the first time. :)<br />
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AUSTIN is the quintessential little brother and likes to pretend he is a big brother to those around him who are smaller; yelling "NO!" in an firm voice is his favorite thing to say. He loves to run, climb, jump, dance, yell, giggle, fall and play at the coat tails of Ty. He love Thomas the Tank Engine and "Mee-mo" ("Finding Nemo"). <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">DOUG has been busy at work and is now officially (small) part owner of Sebastopol Hardware! We are very excited to be a part of a great business and he looks forward to the future, growing the business and continuing its good reputation in West Sonoma County. He and I are taking a mini-vacation tomorrow out to Bodega Bay to relax for a night. We can't wait!<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">If you don't live in the area, let me inform you of the insane rain we have had in the last 3-4 days. It's been quite the storm. Thunder woke Austin up one morning and I stumbled in the room to try and calm him back down (as it was 4:30am), only to hear Tyler say "Austin, you don't need to cry. It's just a storm." So sweet. Most the time it just seems Tyler feels like his life would be a heck of a lot better without Austin around and I am constantly referee. It's draining of energy to be a mom in the first place, but constantly breaking up fights adds to it for sure. Sometimes I feel defeated and that my efforts are going nowhere.<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">But I've been praying lately for a more "victorious" outlook on my every day life (as we have been going through <a href="http://www.christianbook.com/31-days-of-power/ruth-myers/9781590525579/pd/525574">31 Days Of Power</a> by Ruth Meyers in our Women's Bible Studay at church). God has revealed to me that the defeated feeling is not of Him- and since everything good is from our Almighty God, then the feelings I was having are BAD and NOT of Him; therefore, not the best He has for me OR what He intends. So, wanting to fight the enemy in this way, I have been hoping and praying to receive what has already been given to me by Christ: Victory! Now, my personal area of struggle is parenting these two Troublemakers- I love them with all my heart and soul but they are a HANDFUL- especially while not getting along. So I needed specific victory help from Jesus in this area!<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">This week I have already begun to feel it! God is so good. Little nuggets from Him can be so so encouraging! First, was that sweet little "storm" anectdote that I just told you about. Then, yesterday, when my dear sweet friend <a href="http://cadreaminbk.blogspot.com/">Brooke</a> was flooded in at her house so we couldn't come visit, made the almost 4th day in a row at home. Going stir crazy. With a baby who I DEFINATELY wasn't about to take out it in that horrid weather (sweet Annabelle Burgess who I am blessed to watch every Wednesday when her beautiful mom goes to work). Now, going stir crazy makes me tired and worn out. Stir crazy makes the Troublemakers... crazy. BUT- yesterday, as I was trying to clean the floor and the kitchen and feed Annie and get macaroni on the table IT HAPPENED:<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">What? I know. Granted, they were running, racing, sliding on the floor and doing laps around a free standing wall in the middle of our downstairs. BUT THEY WERE LAUGHING. AND NOT FIGHTING! They do love each other!!!! And maybe sometime they will show that even more than once in a blue moon. Thank you, Lord for that moment of peace. From YOU. <br />
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</div>Adriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03107254449594907118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821728279778643389.post-6559989838868107102009-12-18T19:48:00.000-08:002009-12-18T19:48:54.043-08:00Latest InjuriesOr... "Battle Wounds":<br />
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Austin:<br />
Fat Lip (from wiggling not out of his booster seat but wiggling his booster seat off of the dining room chair; he was strapped in it)<br />
Red Eyelid (collided with Daniel Porter in the church nursery)<br />
Scrapes on Back (Ring-Around-the-Christmas-Tree)<br />
Scrape on Nose (origin unknown)<br />
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Tyler: <br />
Bruise on head (origin unknown)<br />
Rug Burns on Chest (As he put it "Wanna see my awesome way of getting down the stairs???")<br />
"Owie" on Finger, Scrape on Knee (helping Daddy with the Christmas Tree)<br />
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</div>Adriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03107254449594907118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821728279778643389.post-76278916332763450352009-11-13T16:59:00.000-08:002010-08-12T14:57:37.040-07:00A Kid Centered Day (Truely)<span style="color:#003333;">Let's be honest- being a mom is HARD. I love it, and wouldn't trade my Bishop Boys for anything- but it is HARD. And thankless. But worth it. I'm tired of women not saying anything about the exhaustion and acting like it was all peachy keen for 18 years. You must not remember.</span><br /><span style="color:#003333;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003333;">Lately I have been convicted of something- Tyler is in a desperate pursuit of my attention. You may be thinking, "Well, duh. He's a kid." But I have been convicted that the disobedience and violent behavior against his brother is a direct result of the lack of one-on-one attention with me. This was a VERY disheartening realization because 1. I felt terrible about it; and 2. I ALREADY WORK HARD! This is not to toot my own horn- but between the house cleaning and groceries and feeding and running and laundry and appeasing and trying raise decent human beings I am already drained at the end of the day, is what I mean- I'm not saying I do a good job at any of these. So by the time Austin goes down for a nap, Tyler finally has me all to himself and I am TOAST- or, feeling guilty that the floor is still nasty and socks need to be folded. </span><br /><span style="color:#003333;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003333;">But really- Tyler's behavior has had us at each other's throats. And we both end up feeling terrible. SO- The Holy Spirit decided to convict me that it's time to be unselfish. Brooke and Courtney helped by encouraging me to do one day where if the house doesn't get clean, oh well. It's all about the kids. A Kid Centered Day. This is what we did:</span><br /><span style="color:#003333;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003333;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003333;">French toast, dressed, went to Kids Party Central for two hours (indoor playground), McDonald's, Old Navy (Ty got to pick out 3 shirts), home, Austin down for nap, train tracks, cars, movie (together- I didn't fall asleep or do laundry like I normally do), Austin up, library, dinner, bath, sleep. I have documented my kitchen after the Kid Centered Day:</span><br /><span style="color:#003333;"></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbkVLuIbjD-L22IONJa69mJl7BVX4lnUsFCnTXhLXLBvuH4rJV2VWyHGiYD2OV6kKJYGB5SaNF2L-dVvmFgDphd5p9reiWZeLs1I4Wo9o3Q6zzGxU1wgNjRtcRBXzPLZWFDi2WseSpYso/s1600-h/100_3246.JPG"><span style="color:#003333;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403759181629677458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbkVLuIbjD-L22IONJa69mJl7BVX4lnUsFCnTXhLXLBvuH4rJV2VWyHGiYD2OV6kKJYGB5SaNF2L-dVvmFgDphd5p9reiWZeLs1I4Wo9o3Q6zzGxU1wgNjRtcRBXzPLZWFDi2WseSpYso/s320/100_3246.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#003333;"><br /><br /></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA4rhqJviaMuUfuI3hIuUwXMbfzO8NL87OdtF4Dc-8v1CkB8dpQ_ilnQhdDaLKv-qv_e3xTRmhU3bDL4tdx5MfcOOfsoytVvlhTW7nzrnkIiMiBFj_EFkw_54cQ_u2MrN7NTlkwT-mB8o/s1600-h/100_3248.JPG"><span style="color:#003333;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403759173043065250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA4rhqJviaMuUfuI3hIuUwXMbfzO8NL87OdtF4Dc-8v1CkB8dpQ_ilnQhdDaLKv-qv_e3xTRmhU3bDL4tdx5MfcOOfsoytVvlhTW7nzrnkIiMiBFj_EFkw_54cQ_u2MrN7NTlkwT-mB8o/s320/100_3248.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#003333;"><br />I DID manage to do a load of laundry- but it didn't make it past folding.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#003333;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#003333;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#003333;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwilS1VlogXW4StiAHsgolDqKVgO-lrAQeLvINH79M6tXUR4T3inzt01EvM6Z5SFRX7g07YoJN1bMHXejLOCKDoqnk7bvQZWQC7-VI31kLmx7J1uVgB2EL-d8eJIx-lb9xCApLAGm-QIA/s1600-h/100_3247.JPG"><span style="color:#003333;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403759159001352770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwilS1VlogXW4StiAHsgolDqKVgO-lrAQeLvINH79M6tXUR4T3inzt01EvM6Z5SFRX7g07YoJN1bMHXejLOCKDoqnk7bvQZWQC7-VI31kLmx7J1uVgB2EL-d8eJIx-lb9xCApLAGm-QIA/s320/100_3247.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#003333;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXk4a3O9JF1DJkFf0efPnQfbG78VWeHW4tfNHWkpSkUyUcH7nr-p6lJaVqj9jJrn_QzG7I8-r4yRwVXq-xiyfcwsR3-vdQPNqs6d6LzqSrRaznnq5dss_oMbsJoDWMRbDBnOgU9gQmTG8/s1600-h/100_3243.JPG"><span style="color:#003333;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403759153097236802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXk4a3O9JF1DJkFf0efPnQfbG78VWeHW4tfNHWkpSkUyUcH7nr-p6lJaVqj9jJrn_QzG7I8-r4yRwVXq-xiyfcwsR3-vdQPNqs6d6LzqSrRaznnq5dss_oMbsJoDWMRbDBnOgU9gQmTG8/s320/100_3243.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#003333;"> Aaaaand- I had to still clean all this up after they went to bed. God decided in a way to "bless" this day by having it be the day Doug wasn't coming home until about 11:00pm from a men's conference out at a camp in Sebastopol. So I didn't feel as much pressure to have everything clean when he came home. (Don't worry- he would not be offended by this). </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#003333;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#003333;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#003333;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#003333;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#003333;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#003333;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#003333;">Now, realistically, we can't do all those things every day. Safeway must be visited, and the house must be cleaned, the laundry done. But Tyler was in SUCH a better mood. And so was I. The challenge now is finding the balance between being unselfish for my kids and unselfish for my husband. AND fight off my own selfishness (I mean, who DOESN'T want to take a snooze during Thomas the Tank Engine??) I hope I can continue making time for Tyler in that special way. He hasn't been alone with me really in almost two years. And in two months he'll be heading off to preschool and Austin and I will be alone two days of the week. Which is wonderful and sad and strange all at once. So I guess I better build on this relationship a bit more, huh? Not that the "preschool-ness" behavior will magically end, but it's <em>easier </em>(not easy) to discipline and tell him who's boss when you've filled the emotional tank a bit. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#003333;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#003333;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#003333;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#003333;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#003333;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#003333;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#003333;">Being a mom is HARD. And worth it. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#003333;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#003333;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#003333;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#003333;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#003333;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#003333;">And maybe someday we'll get a thank you. (I thanked my mom after I went through labor for the first time.)<br /></div></span><div align="left"></div></div>Adriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03107254449594907118noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821728279778643389.post-92176579216640972662009-10-24T09:00:00.000-07:002009-10-24T09:14:13.172-07:00A little more lighthearted... let's laugh a bit, eh?Okay, so my last post was a little intense, I know... if you haven't read it though, don't bother-- it may make you think less of me. But here is a new post- an interactive one! I just have HAVE to post on this because it has been causing me so much laughter in the past few weeks, and laughter is truely the best medicine. One instance even had me in tears (of laughter) on Sunday morning as I re-told it to some dear friends.<br /><br />SO- what is it, you ask? Well, I want to start posting some of the mommy (or daddy)-isms that I have found myself saying... not the typical "I told you so" type, but a mommy-ism that you never could have imagined saying to anyone in your life, and only your child(ren) have been able to brew such a statement in you. I want you to help me! Post (as a comment) something you've said to your kids that you look back and think "What!?!?!?" or it just makes you laugh. My (real) example will be below, so you'll totally know what I mean. If you are a mommy or a daddy, please add to my list! As many as you want! Let's read each others and have a little chuckle. Check back to find more later.<br /><br />Love to you all... and remember: being a parent isn't always a barrel of laughs... but sometimes you get a truckload.<br /><br />"If you eat another ant, you will get a spanking."<br /><br />"Please don't paint the television."Adriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03107254449594907118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821728279778643389.post-70091520101142440682009-10-19T16:37:00.000-07:002009-10-19T17:53:49.447-07:00I lost my baby today...<div>Today was wonderful and horrible all at the same time. In the pouring rain we headed to the Dow's house for a much needed playdate/catch up with Maddie and Tina. Maddie had the day off from being a big first grader so the timing was perfect. Wonderful.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Tina and I sat in the family room sipping coffee as the kids ran up and down the stairs playing fairly well together as we caught up on our news. Wonderful.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Big Kids opened the front door. Left it open. Horrible.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>(This is one of those stories that you really REALLY don't want to tell people about, because it makes it seem like you are the most terrible, unattentive parent in the universe; but it so profoundly affects you that you can't help but share. It's hard for me not to share when my heart breaks).</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Austin goes out the front door. Tina and Adria, being not near the front door, didn't even know it was open. Horrible.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Big Kids say they can't find Austin. Wonderful. (That they told us).</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I go running out in the rain while Tina looks all over the house. No trace. No trace at all. Horrible.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>There is a field across the street from the Dow's that now has a small creek running through because of the rain. Horrible.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I look EVERWHERE on their street, thinking, "this is impossible- his legs aren't that long!"</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Now both Tina and I were searching outside. Nothing.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>This was probably 10 minutes, but you must agree- that is a lifetime while looking for a missing kid. A lifetime.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I finally got in my car; we were seriously ready to call the police. I roll down my windows in the rain, looking frantically. I think I might die. Horrible.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>NEXT STREET OVER: Someone is looking in the backseat of their car while stopped in the middle of the street. I'm thinking, might be wonderful.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>It was... a sweet lady saw him wandering and picked him up. Lord bless her, she said she had grandbabies (a midst my sobs) and even had a carseat in her car. I think I hugged her four times. She was strapping him in to go knock on doors when I found them. Wonderful.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>God is good. So so so so so amazingly good. The things that could have happened, DIDN'T. Let's not go into those, they are already playing in my head. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Needless to say, I'm feeling VERY grateful for my healthy boys today. I lost my baby today and he's okay. Thank you, Jesus.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Now, go give your own babies a kiss. Or your dog. Or significant other. I did. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I might give Austin a couple more days sleeping with his pacifier.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394470653334183922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Vt_i_YEJrafu6cav3YSEtejHL3Jz3JxRd_O-HOaNCuvB62Tls7pqpeAo8ThC9X6oFI2ZSuifs-ZYoJ_CeY8pqsuz1H7fwwlCAwRIxGV7Q-gICnkAj4ObezXJIxXKwSVARrlzA-l_yZM/s320/100_3086.JPG" /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Adriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03107254449594907118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821728279778643389.post-55989144512159126962009-10-09T08:36:00.000-07:002010-08-12T14:56:45.183-07:00Trying so very hard....<div align="left">I was just telling my girlfriends last night that I think that I don't blog much because I don't find it interesting to anybody. Then I realized that Brooke does exactly the same thing (albeit way more often, she is so on it) and I read hers every day... I think HERS is interesting. So here I am again after a long thought out process of whether to keep the blog or not (by the way, I'm still not sure. I'm so fickle). Anyways, things are as well as they can be around these parts. October decided to come really fast and drastically change the weather from 102 degrees to 60 and windy. I hate the wind. (Has anyone else put flannel sheets on their bed yet? Because I'm highly considering it). I do NOT however, hate Halloween. I need to buy the boys' costumes like, yesterday... but dressing up and trick-or-treating is just precious. They have so much fun. So we're looking forward to that. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPMba6A4aixczolEo1Cc7m2RbAzMfwLfM-W1QcrAaoWvJE33ZupRDK3RmvUzcpw4L0ixGPtcZrJtcg033o3aQUrXRbZpt8rLrLXQJ2YRhr2WV2QXLSL4qMvJTNXmTfCl8mk1Fa09-vG5o/s1600-h/100_3127.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390626705129451010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPMba6A4aixczolEo1Cc7m2RbAzMfwLfM-W1QcrAaoWvJE33ZupRDK3RmvUzcpw4L0ixGPtcZrJtcg033o3aQUrXRbZpt8rLrLXQJ2YRhr2WV2QXLSL4qMvJTNXmTfCl8mk1Fa09-vG5o/s320/100_3127.JPG" /></a><br /></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">When it was still warmish outside last week or so, I took the boys outside in our "backyard". Since we decided to not buy a house for awhile, I've been trying REALLY hard to enjoy and appreciate what we do have. Our backyard that we actually own is not a yard at all... it's a storage area with bark and a 5x5 patio. So, we go outside the gate to the other "backyard"... the one we pay HOA to maintain every month??? (yeah i guess we should use it). So I let the boys run on the grass and play with their golf clubs and trucks and get out a little energy. It's a lot of effort because it's not fenced and there is a road right near the grassy knolls... but again, I'm trying really hard here to use and be grateful for what we do have..... see Austin heading for the road? <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidJi_5KnhBZvMXi9njIvkRRmz5N9ha7F60kOUigIIzYpJD212PZb_Y0vgKl67fCXIqiR10WXhtJm2j4Kr0XxcShjPDpvb-34g-d5ZKGSSVQWnip0APTbggTXsdXWiQ_bO0LX4pFjYrCrE/s1600-h/100_3126.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 222px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390626714899828146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidJi_5KnhBZvMXi9njIvkRRmz5N9ha7F60kOUigIIzYpJD212PZb_Y0vgKl67fCXIqiR10WXhtJm2j4Kr0XxcShjPDpvb-34g-d5ZKGSSVQWnip0APTbggTXsdXWiQ_bO0LX4pFjYrCrE/s320/100_3126.JPG" /></a>I had already called him back twice at this point. There's a lot of running after children to make sure they live while we are "appreciating". :-)</div><br /><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">The kids have a good time, they need an outlet and lets face it, cartoons just don't do it (though Imagination Movers help me to clean the floor). So seeing their little bodies run and run and run just brings joy to my soul and makes the whole thing worth it. Then daddy comes home and tries to fall asleep on the grass. Riiiiiiight. Good luck with that one, honey.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizImkBxtWMdLPrB4f2FsLD5FLgYJ0vfZA8vHb_patD26w3IzlXIPuv22_AqgnOsoG3VVXnDBUv-91WmwU1tenpfxJCEKEJpLrSZjXKEw5zScLpRCTBVVcvrzuWQJ7pvo98iimvkkP4ZRM/s1600-h/100_3130.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390649377904509250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizImkBxtWMdLPrB4f2FsLD5FLgYJ0vfZA8vHb_patD26w3IzlXIPuv22_AqgnOsoG3VVXnDBUv-91WmwU1tenpfxJCEKEJpLrSZjXKEw5zScLpRCTBVVcvrzuWQJ7pvo98iimvkkP4ZRM/s320/100_3130.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">Other things that are fun and new: We went camping at Henry Cowell State Park a couple weeks ago with Mike and Michele. It was so fun and dirty as camping always is. However, Henry Cowell was super close to Santa Cruz, so not only did we go the Boardwalk (even Austin went on a ride by himself, so <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_tCSYz1bQi41Jh9gMxlJ-6jzCpbCTclT8zNX92FzTQYwZ3fTjVqwAPm7RmEen5SLLUL6c276jWi_ECkUA0pqPvcX1XRnKHFZUkhJnnYgAK1fLVOO56KJux6o16mGzWRxb_PZasLKGzSE/s1600-h/100_2987.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 183px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390626737969591650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_tCSYz1bQi41Jh9gMxlJ-6jzCpbCTclT8zNX92FzTQYwZ3fTjVqwAPm7RmEen5SLLUL6c276jWi_ECkUA0pqPvcX1XRnKHFZUkhJnnYgAK1fLVOO56KJux6o16mGzWRxb_PZasLKGzSE/s320/100_2987.JPG" /></a>adorable), but also to the beach, Capitola and Roaring Camp Railroad. It was a nice last bit of summer for us.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ONch42upVtoFV1bedprVM_vTAfU_b2lvnCbtRebJzWkHX6BDdYoAHtW1ipUNoueoSERnQYIYwbENqHOHcUZ5RTCw9pPS_bhQ3eUi3R35Fa5Vo4sHTNJY0Vk-kNpB98RtIpYIT6HxmSQ/s1600-h/100_2981.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 210px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390632828287750994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ONch42upVtoFV1bedprVM_vTAfU_b2lvnCbtRebJzWkHX6BDdYoAHtW1ipUNoueoSERnQYIYwbENqHOHcUZ5RTCw9pPS_bhQ3eUi3R35Fa5Vo4sHTNJY0Vk-kNpB98RtIpYIT6HxmSQ/s320/100_2981.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_tCSYz1bQi41Jh9gMxlJ-6jzCpbCTclT8zNX92FzTQYwZ3fTjVqwAPm7RmEen5SLLUL6c276jWi_ECkUA0pqPvcX1XRnKHFZUkhJnnYgAK1fLVOO56KJux6o16mGzWRxb_PZasLKGzSE/s1600-h/100_2987.JPG"></a></div><br /><div align="left">Annabelle Lyric Burgess joined us on September 23rd! She is so beautiful and sweet you just want to gobble her up! Andrea and Brandon are doing great as new parents... Little Annie is so blessed to have them as parents. We are all so excited to have finally met her! :)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtbTG8H4dd3dxnA3vRUyqU4R56SM0FLSO9qzdH7qXmtMn9QJZZnASLTXInmCDOoS5IWMwz7PpmAY6lgJFDJpm1kP6xyWEEjQXH8bf5ZQwtaURkmgkRXbiCsEVILGGSc3RwL2mnNfI4eag/s1600-h/100_3049.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390632840211584146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtbTG8H4dd3dxnA3vRUyqU4R56SM0FLSO9qzdH7qXmtMn9QJZZnASLTXInmCDOoS5IWMwz7PpmAY6lgJFDJpm1kP6xyWEEjQXH8bf5ZQwtaURkmgkRXbiCsEVILGGSc3RwL2mnNfI4eag/s320/100_3049.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">Tyler tried Brazilian Jiu Jitsu last night for the first time. I didn't get to stay and watch because the studio was all open and Austin thought it was all for him to run around on. So Doug stayed with Tyler and said afterwards he did really well; listened and did what they told him to do (fascinating, isn't it???). But the owner said for attention spans being so short at his age that we might want to wait just a couple months. Ty was the youngest in there so it totally made sense. But it was fun to start thinking about little activities for him to do on his own... big man. </div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">They just keep growing.... and I keep trying to appreciate every moment at this age even amongst the whining, hitting, defiance and pouting. Because (as I like to tell Tyler when he asks "But whhhhhyyyyyyyy???") God put me in charge of them. And what other job would you really want than the one He gives you?<br /></div>Adriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03107254449594907118noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821728279778643389.post-19060637164686783392009-08-25T16:07:00.000-07:002009-08-26T20:54:22.658-07:00You Pick The Ending...Hello again friends and family,<br /><div><br /><div><div><div>So do you remember (or have ever been to a) murder mystery theatre? In high school we did a play called "The Mystery of Edwin Drood". We learned like four or five possible endings to the show, each with a different character being the murderer and a corresponding song. :) Anyways, the audience got to vote on who was the murderer, and so, once a murderer was elected, we would act it out in that way. (Pictures of me in my costume NOT included in blog post) ;-)</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>Well, now it's your turn, though sorry- no murdering involved! YOU (reader of Bishop Blog) get to decide if I shall continue blogging. I know, it sounds like a pity party but it's NOT! I really want to know who has read all my posts. I haven't been consistent at all, so I know it's really my fault... so I think that I should stop. BUT if people in my family or friends that I don't see often (Courtney and Brooke, you don't count....sorry. But comment anyways!! :) actually DO like the updates and read them, please tell me so by clicking on the "0 comments" (or whatever number it says) link at the beginning of this post (right under the title), and leaving a comment. You can even just say hi.</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>NO GUILT!!!!!! If you DON'T read my blog, well... you are reading it right now, so... that's not you. What will happen is I will leave this up for a couple weeks and if nobody (or, not many) people comment then... this will be the last post. Which is fine, seriously. If I continue then I PROMISE I will blog more because NOW (drumroll, please...) I have the computer OUT of my boys' room so it is of easier access and use to me! Yay! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So... comment or not, no big deal, really! :)</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>Here are some pictures of us at the Gravenstein Apple Fair in Sebastopol... total throwback event of my youth. We enjoyed yummy food, tractors, and hippies dancing. Can't beat that. :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ36yEBBrZhHds-7EfJHbL1vfXVKrIWoOzfhUIPZyQgQZ4YOq9pGM_O3eYUczLOWEaIDZy4538XUrm9Xqv7-FiyEBzUuUi2_xkASPYjr4saxV0whX_tjOojqzj5kePhUpzDhOAOfi7tec/s1600-h/100_2733.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374298267372433170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ36yEBBrZhHds-7EfJHbL1vfXVKrIWoOzfhUIPZyQgQZ4YOq9pGM_O3eYUczLOWEaIDZy4538XUrm9Xqv7-FiyEBzUuUi2_xkASPYjr4saxV0whX_tjOojqzj5kePhUpzDhOAOfi7tec/s320/100_2733.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3MIdjFRkdG3xfQPMOuUo47u2q6gwIJTeBB0fV8_Of8lTaaB_BHRJY2a46UUZVcTu7tfdP2AeHhaKjsYaUAyOsA4wJSxtW4Ffq3i8DRqeUY7R7CnEF6AMHf2iYDUBTEy3RtdypL-_EOOA/s1600-h/100_2717.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374045254598903346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3MIdjFRkdG3xfQPMOuUo47u2q6gwIJTeBB0fV8_Of8lTaaB_BHRJY2a46UUZVcTu7tfdP2AeHhaKjsYaUAyOsA4wJSxtW4Ffq3i8DRqeUY7R7CnEF6AMHf2iYDUBTEy3RtdypL-_EOOA/s320/100_2717.JPG" /></a></div><div>Tyler in Bounce House; and with a corn dog</div><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3MIdjFRkdG3xfQPMOuUo47u2q6gwIJTeBB0fV8_Of8lTaaB_BHRJY2a46UUZVcTu7tfdP2AeHhaKjsYaUAyOsA4wJSxtW4Ffq3i8DRqeUY7R7CnEF6AMHf2iYDUBTEy3RtdypL-_EOOA/s1600-h/100_2717.JPG"></a></p><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsbTsn6NbheCwA4hhpmtty2M3VrJ-5jQEWDDq_1GCR__0Hk0h4EBVLK5CySuB3zxBC28MSVukxR2u22sSC861BqdcqRxYZrA4aQ0b0Nl3dke6qps2nEdZ6nC2PJ7C-Ud5GWsVxPR7uL74/s1600-h/100_2720.JPG"></a></p><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidAetJBECRU7sOT6sCOCPWh9kb-EJSgJqwWrppNp5qGE2kjKcbdE6l0OqRobyQTISPj5Ja4zIxW0SFViJlsCWlMgQn57rfDdPl-CZYGq-2RLFY605Y4Wv9BbtKSk24YhYaR_D87ChpPD8/s1600-h/100_2726.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374299520020740002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidAetJBECRU7sOT6sCOCPWh9kb-EJSgJqwWrppNp5qGE2kjKcbdE6l0OqRobyQTISPj5Ja4zIxW0SFViJlsCWlMgQn57rfDdPl-CZYGq-2RLFY605Y4Wv9BbtKSk24YhYaR_D87ChpPD8/s320/100_2726.JPG" /></a></div><div>Doug telling Andrea a story</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsbTsn6NbheCwA4hhpmtty2M3VrJ-5jQEWDDq_1GCR__0Hk0h4EBVLK5CySuB3zxBC28MSVukxR2u22sSC861BqdcqRxYZrA4aQ0b0Nl3dke6qps2nEdZ6nC2PJ7C-Ud5GWsVxPR7uL74/s1600-h/100_2720.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374299537828181778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsbTsn6NbheCwA4hhpmtty2M3VrJ-5jQEWDDq_1GCR__0Hk0h4EBVLK5CySuB3zxBC28MSVukxR2u22sSC861BqdcqRxYZrA4aQ0b0Nl3dke6qps2nEdZ6nC2PJ7C-Ud5GWsVxPR7uL74/s320/100_2720.JPG" /></a></div><div>Doug and I<br /></div><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSlflaBDGNfbWMYDvrLK3VApTidGs6310XZL2nPGqlbiUNOsWO3C7TnXpAsjFldpmeSPPYhX5Lx4Ab4PwA0J5JFHUZKQ3PsK4ffh26r4DzloEcFNTKVyy9KWrrsAHj81HI1pmgk32j6EY/s1600-h/100_2722.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374299527970732770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSlflaBDGNfbWMYDvrLK3VApTidGs6310XZL2nPGqlbiUNOsWO3C7TnXpAsjFldpmeSPPYhX5Lx4Ab4PwA0J5JFHUZKQ3PsK4ffh26r4DzloEcFNTKVyy9KWrrsAHj81HI1pmgk32j6EY/s320/100_2722.JPG" /></a> Austin checking out the animals</p><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihyZ8iOgZmJprdJFXgcrBb6JedV9Nby0rH3Oq-bURFrdeIC1ssqLEWlICEfH5jY1RR3tDVYZurwv6wH6GJKnFSZU5xl4ijnbxzbw2keAy-_7PNMI0XFX-EHyHkUGcha5Cx1S9rYO4-LL4/s1600-h/100_2714.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374298738112072818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihyZ8iOgZmJprdJFXgcrBb6JedV9Nby0rH3Oq-bURFrdeIC1ssqLEWlICEfH5jY1RR3tDVYZurwv6wH6GJKnFSZU5xl4ijnbxzbw2keAy-_7PNMI0XFX-EHyHkUGcha5Cx1S9rYO4-LL4/s320/100_2714.JPG" /></a> </div><div><br /></div><div>My personal favorite picture: Phil "proudly" pointing at the Weeks sign.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsYxT87ycC_UhxSssSXBYoAQPt1j6BmW5p-cBqHVlx0cHHgrsRCu5j1oA_vcvmPweOMrNreTqIfDEBnmSjdWuPnMuSai5EP2UKMucDcNM20rfS_wKwUAHYotF2NM4s6FzMoKNDwWNn5uk/s1600-h/100_2724.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374046362253581618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsYxT87ycC_UhxSssSXBYoAQPt1j6BmW5p-cBqHVlx0cHHgrsRCu5j1oA_vcvmPweOMrNreTqIfDEBnmSjdWuPnMuSai5EP2UKMucDcNM20rfS_wKwUAHYotF2NM4s6FzMoKNDwWNn5uk/s320/100_2724.JPG" /></a></p>My and the boys on the "tractor train" ride<br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsYxT87ycC_UhxSssSXBYoAQPt1j6BmW5p-cBqHVlx0cHHgrsRCu5j1oA_vcvmPweOMrNreTqIfDEBnmSjdWuPnMuSai5EP2UKMucDcNM20rfS_wKwUAHYotF2NM4s6FzMoKNDwWNn5uk/s1600-h/100_2724.JPG"></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsYxT87ycC_UhxSssSXBYoAQPt1j6BmW5p-cBqHVlx0cHHgrsRCu5j1oA_vcvmPweOMrNreTqIfDEBnmSjdWuPnMuSai5EP2UKMucDcNM20rfS_wKwUAHYotF2NM4s6FzMoKNDwWNn5uk/s1600-h/100_2724.JPG"></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsYxT87ycC_UhxSssSXBYoAQPt1j6BmW5p-cBqHVlx0cHHgrsRCu5j1oA_vcvmPweOMrNreTqIfDEBnmSjdWuPnMuSai5EP2UKMucDcNM20rfS_wKwUAHYotF2NM4s6FzMoKNDwWNn5uk/s1600-h/100_2724.JPG"></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsYxT87ycC_UhxSssSXBYoAQPt1j6BmW5p-cBqHVlx0cHHgrsRCu5j1oA_vcvmPweOMrNreTqIfDEBnmSjdWuPnMuSai5EP2UKMucDcNM20rfS_wKwUAHYotF2NM4s6FzMoKNDwWNn5uk/s1600-h/100_2724.JPG"></a></div></div></div></div>Adriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03107254449594907118noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821728279778643389.post-76626162832826934172009-07-13T09:30:00.000-07:002009-07-13T16:07:12.461-07:00Long update and does anyone in my family even check this, I have no idea...So... I am a HORRID blogger. It's a fact. My friend Brooke is like beyond "on it" and another friend Courtney just started a blog so I was inspired to get my act together a bit. Just a quick update on our crazy summer so far and some pics of the boys. I'll try to be more on it from now on (emphasis on the word "try")...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357985338156661522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5dNcKOOMhNWMmi8t6p_AiL7E6Jzy4ZFRkFWe3KoFK624KVUv6F6y2I8Mo32CoeSMulEqw8BOjRetc_qth4Wc9tQ8HwUFv-iNiL4vcoAP7AHKZ5YhAczgCxrLuWEBFusnyZjVYRHUStRQ/s320/100_2482.JPG" />Tyler: Is just a big man, what can I say? Tyler is really enjoying summer. Loved camping (we took a trip with our extended "cousin family" on Doug's side: Brandon and Andrea Burgess, David and LeAnn Burgess and Ryan, Courtney, Riley and Danny Porter. It was crazy, dirty and fun); loves swimming (no fear); and of course, riding his NEW big boy "cool bike" as he calls it. He went to VBS (Vacation Bible School) at our church last week and loved it. It was like having him go to preschool for four days, amazing. :) Over all he is at an amazing and challenging age... but so fun.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357984916950430610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNySqOdAi7O3cVAqqTW9tkDS9XLv4vS__wDbbvr9wXpIO25e28Ix_alsP3Rh4ZREABgauAw1Is-vWeHDCCQRmmu0sC8IQE9u0I5G23iOt69iYDsi0FX-3EoD5FcOoNZ5T0mYf4mgzayVk/s320/100_2464.JPG" />Austin: My "Austin Bear" is everywhere and wants to do everything Tyler does. He has a few words (go, mama, dada, no, bye bye) but loves his paci so much we don't get to hear them :). He's still teething like crazy and we are looking forward to THAT being over, but in the meantime Austin still manages to have fun and get dirty and take toys from his brother. Austin is my snuggler and I never pass up a hug from ANY of my boys. :) (BTW... he climbed into the dryer himself).<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357989745956331314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj25yW224YE2nHQBIl30fMErTbG3nOHw4RhSjbFb5uwhhNXeJqaBYM9SS1eZ49JDeMHgnS9n5DkD8kbKkNbokrz-40Wg7KMg_gitO1_uUZjvLGUhvCOSAcJhB5osuFL5FWowUB_gmazNkY/s320/100_2333.JPG" /><br />Doug and I: Got to take a trip just the two of us in May to Tahoe. We went to South Lake and stayed at Mont Bleu. It was really nice to get away. We went on a sailing cruise on the Lake (70 degrees, just perfect) and layed in the sun on a catamaran while admiring the mountains. We also went to an art gallery, Edgewood golf course (to admire, not play... I would just be embarassing) and shopping. Doug played craps at the casino and did very well! A very fun weekend.<br /><br />We've been working on fixing up our condo and slowing it is turning into the condo we always wanted it to be (yay!). Next step is replacing the floor downstairs from horrid carpet and tile to laminate. Doug is doing everything himself and I am thankful to have such a handy husband.<br /><br />Just this last Saturday I got back from a trip to Fresno for Sachie's bridal shower. She's marrying my cousin Josh at the end of August. It was so fun to see my Fresno family (which now includes my brother who is attending FSU) and relax in the heat and play in the pool. I took the boys with me b/c Doug had to work, and they did amazingly well on the drive and I see glimpses of them growing up when things like long drives get "easier". :)<br /><br />Hopefully that is an okay update for now. Sorry again that the last one was months ago. If anyone in my family is still checking up on this, God bless you!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Adriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03107254449594907118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821728279778643389.post-66792395641516055082009-04-28T09:17:00.000-07:002009-04-28T09:38:21.873-07:00"Go, go", "Ball", and Easter<div align="center"><br /><div align="center">Austin doesn't really talk. He says "Mama" only when he cries and "Dada" just as a babbling noise. But the other day when I woke the boys up from their nap in the afternoon, we headed down the stairs and Austin waved his little arm in the air (as if shooing Tyler along) and said "Go go!!!". Clear as day. I laughed and thought, "where did he get that???"... then I realized that I say that almost EVERY time they are going up or down the stairs <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">because</span> they take forever, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">dawdling</span> and what not. So I'm always saying "go, go!". So that was hilarious. And THEN, on Saturday after we picked them up at Doug's parents house, he said "ball", pointing at his new ball that he got from <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Gramma</span> during his two night stay. </div><div align="center">Needless to say... he USED to be quiet. :)</div><div align="center"><br /><div align="center">Also, two weeks ago (or was it 3 <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">weeks</span>?) we celebrated Easter at Great Grandpa and Grandma Roberts' house with lots of cousins and aunts and uncles. Tyler and Austin were the only two kids that could walk so they got to hunt for Easter eggs by themselves. Though, it was really just Ty. Leann Burgess, our cousin, was sweetly trying to get Austin to pick up ONE egg and put it in his basket for a picture... it was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">soooo</span> funny because she was so patient and it took at least 10 minutes for Austin to pick it up... and then he threw it at her (in a loving way... he thought it was a ball). A very fun Easter. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjOg-m-9OWG-DhWaS_oD30-B_yNTzi3RDHwW8zVqZRTOs965QkOcJJ9Ck3yVer8q4VmgW_qthZoqbI5E2TtMfd1NL7zk64J0MxxYB_99prm5J1yg5IsFMkee2wL7ptfTR1Qs45xGfhVtk/s1600-h/Copy+of+P4122861.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329780287317723714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjOg-m-9OWG-DhWaS_oD30-B_yNTzi3RDHwW8zVqZRTOs965QkOcJJ9Ck3yVer8q4VmgW_qthZoqbI5E2TtMfd1NL7zk64J0MxxYB_99prm5J1yg5IsFMkee2wL7ptfTR1Qs45xGfhVtk/s320/Copy+of+P4122861.JPG" /></a> Austin, cousin Lucy and Tyler<br /></div></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329780281692358162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYXx8EftG8yZVvNkTsAihmosehH8p-pu0TGTS1K4AXco5GFAq70hbYxgmiwf7TV7apQcOsCc35BkcUw0rWu6gvU1o5Ql97yGnT7PmIav88Gkhn3WalJgEY7WvjB7364dfk5h2hmVLl_RA/s320/P4122855.JPG" /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuiCdqG-AdoztRn-cOea2_WSBPz0n7Kl4q3pqRng0rVGzIjJl-BUc2GJ2rlEpEAP393d8pA5MDrMVnsCKv7FNl1_9kQR-swpqz7b0oXjFPf44l4P0mx6tk5oh-aK4noN-OQAnRcHJBrgM/s1600-h/P4122839.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329780274008433650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuiCdqG-AdoztRn-cOea2_WSBPz0n7Kl4q3pqRng0rVGzIjJl-BUc2GJ2rlEpEAP393d8pA5MDrMVnsCKv7FNl1_9kQR-swpqz7b0oXjFPf44l4P0mx6tk5oh-aK4noN-OQAnRcHJBrgM/s320/P4122839.JPG" /></a></div></div><br /></div>P.S. My mother -in-law, Michele, took these pictures... so I have to credit her!!! Mine wouldn't be nearly this good! :)Adriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03107254449594907118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821728279778643389.post-78077288455439715412009-04-11T20:26:00.000-07:002010-08-12T14:58:29.907-07:00Haircuts and Howarth<div align="center">Yay for Saturdays at home with the WHOLE FAMILY!</div>We had no plans, either... soooo nice. It shows how busy we get when we can't remember the last time we hung out just the four of us. Well, it was a beautiful day (finally after all the rain!) so we dsecided to head to Howarth Park in Santa Rosa. Howarth has a great playground, picnic areas and a ton more. We rode the miniature train (much to Ty's delight).....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix2U4-GZOaDriIPSz3umhjmnvUEz1cq1S_UBR4-kD36kaqi8SPXlzSVesgwSZluhpwFEGuwS8k-Cd-z_c-_bPXccJ0v0jBKT-ofObIVhgxiglH1UuVytiZ8kTo4vUTUr_QQhNDqgvbnbc/s1600-h/100_2204.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 248px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323642508434688786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix2U4-GZOaDriIPSz3umhjmnvUEz1cq1S_UBR4-kD36kaqi8SPXlzSVesgwSZluhpwFEGuwS8k-Cd-z_c-_bPXccJ0v0jBKT-ofObIVhgxiglH1UuVytiZ8kTo4vUTUr_QQhNDqgvbnbc/s320/100_2204.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTHeNAT8UoZO3FZcTGlDerxZnDJQ6qua9VrtxTWgZk6yTDL_mf6o0SQITZAr_vqTAiE7cjMT8qab8QNF0blcx78d2y67sLWY6Dd42UO_CHrBU73YFlFlWRF8URWVJ2ZakBRyxjPBAvEKw/s1600-h/100_2212.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 244px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323642511698672914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTHeNAT8UoZO3FZcTGlDerxZnDJQ6qua9VrtxTWgZk6yTDL_mf6o0SQITZAr_vqTAiE7cjMT8qab8QNF0blcx78d2y67sLWY6Dd42UO_CHrBU73YFlFlWRF8URWVJ2ZakBRyxjPBAvEKw/s320/100_2212.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvOGsOq5RkEk5LpuF53VEMRXgo43EwNL24RtZeZ2M2ce51tbVh-sZiAf0K3JykoMJ4vR3aqpEFwwvmGt8utc_DRovyXCzx1kW4vstwjgFxiKw_6iv9_uf1hAywCC8tgbcUVl2gRdEhJAk/s1600-h/100_2210.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323642504047846546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvOGsOq5RkEk5LpuF53VEMRXgo43EwNL24RtZeZ2M2ce51tbVh-sZiAf0K3JykoMJ4vR3aqpEFwwvmGt8utc_DRovyXCzx1kW4vstwjgFxiKw_6iv9_uf1hAywCC8tgbcUVl2gRdEhJAk/s320/100_2210.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div align="center">Then we headed to a picnic table to chow down on the lunch we packed. (Had to chase down Austin a couple times to get him to eat, since we were "sans high chair"). We had a great time in the sun. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323881685114635394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk3orF0zFMfkwY5RYRLskZGMMfBJihu3iXkUQ30haCusH8xAxDW_8lK_oToDhiDEl01GN32AAKrfa9sWdbK-YWr1q_h8a_KCCtPLAWtSrvMusajoStM2ddpu7tkKp-7QKqzg7MqQCo-5A/s320/100_2215.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323881677591525106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgQZVGeMHuGK5cH-zba4OyOZTqt6oVm3g2jIGWnQMk-pE6EtNtwhIBl70fkc7tLcwM0mBCpc4luYT6IxX-Oy6oIjATaDOmDYU3JyF_O4Zmi1_23_jwHMzQH2Rj8UgHOIB6vRD4tWc0lGQ/s320/100_2213.JPG" /></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Also, on Thursday I took the boys for a little haircut trim. (My sweet Mom-in-law was treating us to Easter pics at JCPenney the next day... yay!). First Ty went and was such a big boy (he loves getting his haircut)... then it was Austin's turn. I told the lady "Oh, I can sit down and hold him for you" (Which is what I've always done because he's just a little guy). She says "Oh, no... he's fine!" So she sits him up on the booster seat just like Ty was, like a big boy. He only tried to escape once! :) I couldn't believe he was old enough to just sit there.</div><br /><div align="center">I know it sounds goofy... but sometimes strange little milestones creep up on you! Here are some pictures of my big handsome men (after haircuts)!<br /><br /><br /><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323644909384622834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ4PPRZ3VRue_IjJD9cQahnko1jVC9gpCaof7zW3ZABFzta1TuxQoouAVtGSJM1H8QLRdbpXYMlGuqcdv0Qr_KgUlprYLR4E7oymrfr4SgNGUAHPkW0_S7nwSK9Fa4vkRDMz4exUmtipo/s320/100_2201.JPG" /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323879955683923410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKjLYNrRh4KhpNt19MSSRjrYe3TJASx9cdK3-xJOA0y46WzRdbvaVIwg758-PB10sczknI4o26Rw6ULR0MLPRhe2XCSUAXOSP9evdU0GqB0bliTd-txjbnhhyphenhyphenoDxZzRRgx_5vGBL5EQvw/s320/100_2195.JPG" />Adriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03107254449594907118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821728279778643389.post-20159817981945523122009-04-04T11:57:00.001-07:002009-04-04T12:10:01.691-07:00Oh how suddenly your problems seem so small...<div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Yesterday we were informed by our church prayer chain that a dear young couple we know (guy grew up at Hessel) who live in SoCal now; have a son that was diagnosed to leukemia. He's 2. They have to start chemo right away. Horrible is such a slight word in this situation, isn't it? Gut wrenching heartache filled me when I read the email for prayer... and I'm not even his mommy.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">God likes to give us reality checks. He gave me one in hearing about this. I can be so ungrateful for the simplist things... like health. My entire family is healthy... my husband, my two boys... even my mom, dad, brother, mom and da-in-law, sister and borther-in-law and niece. I get frustrated when Tyler ignores me.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Obviously this is human nature. It's how life goes and we do our best to glorify God and become more Christ-like in the midst of daily activities. But I think gratefulness for where were live, food on the table and healthy kids and loved ones can help in this process... because God has blessed us: in little and big ways.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320914855824893010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCcx0ZS-CG5ofYJyG9xcvo4ANHKkLGGrjftVtcLsNQVxaJYDWTXAeDuYQT5Buw1v2VnixH6Qjlq2gEU0iJCtuZZJUb8YbWqx75c3y9UiAxYLmtzYb4KRoy-R3aYEjZDvR8_BLbqohn43w/s320/P3132516.JPG" /></span></div><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">The Bishop Boys happily playing in the snow. </span></p>Adriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03107254449594907118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821728279778643389.post-85182219050396422532009-03-31T14:31:00.000-07:002009-03-31T19:56:48.191-07:00The Brand New Bishop Blog!<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;">Dear Friends and ESPECIALLY Family...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;">I have decided to do this crazy thing called a blog... it's pretty much my own website that I can write and post whatever I want... pictures, stories, etc. I wanted to do this because many of you I don't get to see often enough because you live far away... and I must confess I am not the best phone call maker. Yet I truely do love all of you, near and far, and want to keep connected... so I thought this way you can check up on me and my "Bishop boys" anytime that you feel like it, and be caught up on all our happenings! AND you can comment back to me, too. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;">I hope I can keep this updated as much as possible... though the reason I don't call people is because usually there is someone talking or needing something 24/7 and it makes it hard to concentrate on a conversation. SO, who knows how I will do this but at least you don't hear children screaming in the background. :-)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;">All my thoughts and love go out to all of you who are seeing this! Hope everyone is healthy and happy.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;">xoxo Adria</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">P.S. This blog is brought to you in part by Brooke Kline... I figure if she can do it then I can too! I'm copying her. :) Love ya, girl!</span>Adriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03107254449594907118noreply@blogger.com2