tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82154425712909029352024-03-13T04:26:10.518-07:00The Batista'sThe Batistashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17996682562783138525noreply@blogger.comBlogger102125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8215442571290902935.post-56059979251660780312012-01-03T03:37:00.000-08:002012-01-03T07:00:40.554-08:00For mothers of boys:<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9E9aFROs2rA/TwMX20TYipI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/-rUB_aeQ3zc/s1600/france%2B12-2011%2B268.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9E9aFROs2rA/TwMX20TYipI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/-rUB_aeQ3zc/s400/france%2B12-2011%2B268.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693420584446757522" /></a><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(33, 25, 34); font-family: 'helvetica neue', arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">I saw this on Pinterest and NEVER want to forget it! </span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(33, 25, 34); font-family: 'helvetica neue', arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(33, 25, 34); font-family: 'helvetica neue', arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); " ><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(33, 25, 34); font-family: 'helvetica neue', arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); " >27 RULES for MOTHERS OF BOYS Above all...Share the Bible with your son. Show him GOD's love daily and be a Christian example to him. 1. Teach him the words for how he feels. Your son will scream out of frustration and hide out of embarrassment. He'll cry from fear and bite out of excitement. Let his body move by the emotion, but also explain to him what the emotion is and the appropriate response to that emotion for future reference. Point out other people who are feeling the same thing and compare how they are showing that emotion. Talk him through your emotions so that someday when he is grown, he will know the difference between angry and embarrassed; between disappointment and grief. 2. Be a cheerleader for his life There is no doubt that you are the loudest person in the stands at his t-ball games. There is no doubt that he will tell you to "stop, mom" when you sing along to his garage band's lyrics. There is no doubt that he will get red-faced when you show his prom date his pictures from boy scouts. There is no doubt that he is not telling his prom date about your blog where you've been bragging about his life from his first time on the potty to the citizenship award he won in ninth grade. He will tell you to stop. He will say he's embarrassed. But he will know that there is at least one person that is always rooting for him. 3. Teach him how to do laundry ..and load the dishwasher, and iron a shirt and cut the grass and hang a picture and change a tire and fix the chair. He may not always choose to do it. He may not ever have to do it. But someday his wife will thank you. 4. Read to him and read with him. Emilie Buchwald said, "Children become readers on the laps of their parents." Offer your son the opportunity to learn new things, believe in pretend places, and imagine bigger possibilities through books. Let him see you reading...reading the Bible, the paper, reading novels, reading magazine articles. Help him understand that writing words down is a way to be present forever. Writers are the transcribers of history and memories. They keep a record of how we lived at that time; what we thought was interesting; how we spoke to each other; what was important. And Readers help preserve and pass along those memories. 5. Encourage him to dance. Dance, rhythm, and music are cultural universals. No matter where you go, no matter who you meet - they have some form of the three. It doesn't have to be good. Just encourage your son that when he feels it, it's perfectly fine to go ahead and bust a move. 6. Make sure he has examples of Godly men who are powerful because of their brains, their determination, and their integrity. The examples of men with big muscles and a uniform (like Batman and Tim Tebow) will surround your son from birth. But make sure he also knows about men who kick a$s because of their brains (Steve Jobs), and their pen (Moses, Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John), and their words (Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.), and their determination (John the Baptist), and their ideas (The Wright Brothers), and their integrity (Officer Frank Shankwitz), and fearlessness (Neil Armstrong), and their ability to keep their mouths closed when everyone else is screaming (Jackie Robinson) and their driving skill (Jeff Gordon). 7. Make sure he has examples of women who are beautiful because of their brains, their determination, their integrity and their Christian example. The examples of traditionally beautiful women (like Cinderella and Princess Jasmine) will surround your son from birth. But make sure he knows about women who are beautiful from the inside out because of their love of GOD (Mary, Ruth, Mother Teresa), brains (Madame Marie Curie), and their pen (Louisa May Alcott), and their words (Eleanor Roosevelt), and their determination (Anne Sullivan), and their ideas (Lottie Moon) and their integrity (Annie Armstrong), and fearlessness (Ameila Earhart), and their ability to open their mouths and take a stand when everyone else is silent (Corrie Ten Boom). 8. Be an example of a beautiful woman with brains, determination, and integrity. You already are all of those things. If you ever fear that you are somehow incapable of doing anything - remember this: If you have done any of the following: a) grew life b) impossibly and inconceivably got it out of your body c) taken care of a newborn d) made a pain go away with a kiss e) taught someone to read f) taught a toddler to eat with a utensil g) cleaned up diarrhea without gagging h) loved a child enough to be willing to give your life for them (regardless if they are your own) or i) found a way to be strong when that child is suffering...you are a superhero. do not doubt yourself for one second. Seriously. 9. Teach him to have manners because its nice. and it will make the world a little better of a place. 10. Give him something to believe in--GOD--- Because someday he will be afraid, or nervous, or heartbroken, or lost, or just need you, and you won't be able to be there. Give him something to turn to when it feels like he is alone---JESUS CHRIST--- so that he knows that he will never be alone; never, never, never. 11. Teach him that there are times when you need to be gentle like with babies, and flowers, and animals, and other people's feelings. 12. Let him ruin his clothes Resolve to be cool about dirty and ruined clothes. You'll be fighting a losing battle if you get upset every time he ruins another piece of clothing. Don't waste your energy being angry about something inevitable. Boys tend to learn by destroying, jumping, spilling, falling, and making impossible messes. Dirty, ruined clothes are just par for the course. 13. Learn how to throw a football or how to use a hockey stick, or read music, or draw panda bears (or in my case alpacas), or the names of different train engines, or learn to speak Elvish, or recognize the difference between Gryffindor and Slytherin, or the lyrics to his favorite song. Be in his life, not as an observer but as an active participant. 14. Go outside with him turn off the television, unplug the video games, put your cellphone on the charger, even put your camera away. Just go outside and follow him around. Watch his face, explore his world, and let him ask questions. It's like magic. Teach him to appreciate God's earthly wonders...the sunrise, the stars, and the dandelion. 15. Let him lose Losing sucks. Everybody isn't always a winner. Even if you want to say, "You're a winner because you tried," don't. He doesn't feel like a winner, he feels sad and crappy and disappointed. And that's a good thing, because sometimes life also sucks, no matter how hard (as moms) we try to make it not suck for our kids. This practice will do him good later when he loses again (and again, and again, and again, and again.....) Instead make sure he understands that - sometimes you win - sometimes you lose. But that doesn't mean you ever give up. 16. Give him opportunities to help others There is a big difference in giving someone the opportunity to help and forcing someone to help. Giving the opportunity lights a flame in the heart and once the help is done the flame shines brighter and asks for more opportunities. Be an example of helping others in your own actions and the way your family helps each other and helps others together. 17. Remind him that practice makes perfect. This doesn't just apply to performance-based activities (like sports and music) but also applies to everything in life. You become a better writer by writing. You become a better listener by listening. You become better speaker by speaking. Show your son this when he is just young enough to understand (that means from birth, folks - they are making sense of the world as soon as they arrive), practice trick-or-treating at your own front door before the real thing. Practice how you will walk through airport security before a trip. Practice how you order your own food from the fast food cashier. Practice, practice, practice. 18. Answer him when he asks, "Why?" Answer him, or search for the answer together. Show him the places to look for the answers (like his dad, or grandparents, or his aunts/uncles, or his books, or valid internet searches). Pose the question to him so he can begin thinking about answers himself. Someday, when he needs to ask questions he's too embarrassed to ask you - he'll know where to go to find the right answers. 19. Always carry band-aids and wipes on you. especially the wipes. 20. Let his dad teach him how to do things ...without interrupting about how to do it the 'right way.' If you let his dad show and teach and discover with your son while he is growing up, some day down the road (after a short period of your son believing his dad knows nothing), he will come to the realization that his dad knows everything. You will always be his mother, but in his grown-up man heart and mind, his dad will know the answers. And this will be how, when your son is too busy with life to call and chat with his mom, you will stay connected to what is happening in his life. Because he will call his dad for answers, and his dad will secretly come and ask you. 21. Give him something to release his energy drums, a pen, a punching bag, wide open space, water, a dog. Give him something to go crazy with - or he will use your stuff. and then you'll sorry. 22. Build him forts with him. Forts have the ability to make everyday normal stuff into magic. Throw the couch cushions, a couple blankets, and some clothespins and you can transform your living room into the cave of wonders. Dig a trench, cover it with straw, have him use his imagination. For the rest of his life, he'll be grateful to know that everyday normal stuff has the potential to be magical. 23. Take him to new places Because it will make his brain and his heart open up wider, and the ideas and questions and memories will rush in. 24. Kiss him Any mother of sons will tell you that little boys are so loving and sweet. They can be harsh and wild and destructive during most of the day. But there are these moments when they are so kind and sensitive and tender. So much so that it can cause you to look around at the inward, reserved grown men in your life and think, 'what happens in between that made you lose that?' Let's try to stop the cycle by kissing them when they're loving and kissing them even more when they're wild. Kissing them when they're 2 months and kissing them when they're 16 years old. You're the mom - you can go ahead and kiss him no matter how big he gets - and make sure he knows it. p.s. (this one is just as important for dad's too). 24. Teach him that family is of major importance. At the end of the day, that is what you come home to---that is who will love you (even when they don't like what you did or said) and always be there in spirit---if not person---to support him along his way. Extended family provides a living history to your son....always show respect for your family in front of your son. Teach him that family is love. 26. Teach him it's okay to wear pink, to know the difference between blue and periwinkle, and to appreciate the fine arts. Museums, art galleries, and paint chips are all ways to explore a little more 'refinement' and things your future daughter-in-law will thank you for as well. 27. Be home base You are home to him. When he learns to walk, he will wobble a few feet away from you and then come back, then wobble away a little farther and then come back. When he tries something new, he will look for your proud smile. When he learns to read, he will repeat the same book to you twenty times in a row, because you're the only one who will listen that many times. When he plays his sport, he will search for your face in the stands. When he is sick, he will call you. When he really messes up, he will call you. When he is grown and strong and tough and big and he feels like crying, he will come to you; because a man can cry in front of his mother without feeling self-conscious. Even when he grows up and has a new woman in his life and gets a new home, you are still his mother; home base, the ever constant, like the sun. Know that in your heart and everything else will fall into place. Adapted from Pinterest, courtesy of many wise contributors</span> </div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/123/A27EE4E4EC30339010F714A45EE72A30.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>The Batistashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17996682562783138525noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8215442571290902935.post-60979936036406476402011-09-27T01:45:00.000-07:002011-10-20T03:03:20.530-07:00Tour de France<div style="text-align: center;">Okay so it only took me 2 months to post this. But everyone has been asking to see pics. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">here you go, starting downstairs: </div><div><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5VOg8Pw-oCY/Tp_klKv3t1I/AAAAAAAAA9E/D_a3tmK-BB8/s1600/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B233.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5VOg8Pw-oCY/Tp_klKv3t1I/AAAAAAAAA9E/D_a3tmK-BB8/s400/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B233.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665498183446804306" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">jiovan and Corbin's room. Those doors open and it goes out to a deck/balcony)</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uKAiu2s58z0/Tp_kk6gOcJI/AAAAAAAAA84/FN3FRT91AgA/s1600/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B234.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uKAiu2s58z0/Tp_kk6gOcJI/AAAAAAAAA84/FN3FRT91AgA/s400/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B234.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665498179086217362" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">another view of J&C's room</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jfBqRJFaibE/Tp_i0nuso8I/AAAAAAAAA8o/PeJ9AZIwNjQ/s1600/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B235.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jfBqRJFaibE/Tp_i0nuso8I/AAAAAAAAA8o/PeJ9AZIwNjQ/s400/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665496249901294530" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Downstairs bathroom</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m-b_dnduksc/Tp_i0O4mUvI/AAAAAAAAA8g/VDJPt6vhElE/s1600/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B236.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m-b_dnduksc/Tp_i0O4mUvI/AAAAAAAAA8g/VDJPt6vhElE/s400/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665496243231937266" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Our bedroom (doors also open going to balcony shared w/ j&c)</div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ngVaCRw1Uqw/Tp_iz-KRoBI/AAAAAAAAA8U/SdcbVBDxn0M/s1600/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B237.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ngVaCRw1Uqw/Tp_iz-KRoBI/AAAAAAAAA8U/SdcbVBDxn0M/s400/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B237.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665496238742675474" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">another view of our room</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3xUQQk5ZCFM/Tp_fq_QbjUI/AAAAAAAAA8M/Xl-ne-821dY/s1600/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B238.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3xUQQk5ZCFM/Tp_fq_QbjUI/AAAAAAAAA8M/Xl-ne-821dY/s400/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B238.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665492785883221314" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">our bathroom</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xFekuTNz8mQ/Tp_fqUhN-pI/AAAAAAAAA78/dhTk3QbYIt8/s1600/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B239.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xFekuTNz8mQ/Tp_fqUhN-pI/AAAAAAAAA78/dhTk3QbYIt8/s400/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B239.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665492774410910354" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">balcony shared w/ jiovan and corbin</div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eBEDOg8diJ4/Tp_fqLSjWwI/AAAAAAAAA7w/8OfBgdABMWM/s1600/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B240.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eBEDOg8diJ4/Tp_fqLSjWwI/AAAAAAAAA7w/8OfBgdABMWM/s400/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B240.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665492771933477634" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">view from our room out the doors</div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0_NvGvmIVgk/Tp_c8OwDUYI/AAAAAAAAA7o/lZANuz8eSUs/s1600/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B241.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0_NvGvmIVgk/Tp_c8OwDUYI/AAAAAAAAA7o/lZANuz8eSUs/s400/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B241.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665489783565275522" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">laundry room (go through and there is a door to the babies' room)</div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WQqPcOu_TNc/Tp_c7vIaMyI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/12rXfW_RSFA/s1600/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B242.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WQqPcOu_TNc/Tp_c7vIaMyI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/12rXfW_RSFA/s400/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B242.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665489775077503778" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">babies room (that door goes outside to where we hang clothes)</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LlYZkfM47as/Tp_c7p2AHHI/AAAAAAAAA7M/Aj2dQwBBdKI/s1600/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B243.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LlYZkfM47as/Tp_c7p2AHHI/AAAAAAAAA7M/Aj2dQwBBdKI/s400/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B243.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665489773658119282" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">another view of babies room (that door on the left is a storage closet)</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-viy-lFtnlFo/Tp_aNdMY0vI/AAAAAAAAA7A/V1317vkFrDE/s1600/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B244.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-viy-lFtnlFo/Tp_aNdMY0vI/AAAAAAAAA7A/V1317vkFrDE/s400/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B244.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665486780965114610" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">another angle of babies room</div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SDgJ7D1_iVE/Tp_aM8-YhiI/AAAAAAAAA60/0trW5s2lDZI/s1600/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B245.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SDgJ7D1_iVE/Tp_aM8-YhiI/AAAAAAAAA60/0trW5s2lDZI/s400/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B245.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665486772316440098" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">area where we hang clothes </div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KQ3sYs_k0jQ/Tp_aMtINW2I/AAAAAAAAA6o/MkGuYxw0Smc/s1600/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B246.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KQ3sYs_k0jQ/Tp_aMtINW2I/AAAAAAAAA6o/MkGuYxw0Smc/s400/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665486768062684002" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">outside shower for after we go to the sandy beach</div><div style="text-align: center;"> (this only has cold water and they babies HATE it) </div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fP0oCY7pMW4/Tp_O1sWOV3I/AAAAAAAAA6g/TkTcBdcltCA/s1600/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B247.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fP0oCY7pMW4/Tp_O1sWOV3I/AAAAAAAAA6g/TkTcBdcltCA/s400/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B247.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665474278088136562" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">this is right next to where we hang clothes and it goes up to the front of the house</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z3iJBoprL88/Tp_O1ExlpzI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/x_etP2pAG2Y/s1600/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B248.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z3iJBoprL88/Tp_O1ExlpzI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/x_etP2pAG2Y/s400/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B248.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665474267465492274" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">this goes down to the back </div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YbJ6ozcuzXE/Tp_O04TTaQI/AAAAAAAAA6E/EKP4vuhWHHc/s1600/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B249.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YbJ6ozcuzXE/Tp_O04TTaQI/AAAAAAAAA6E/EKP4vuhWHHc/s400/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B249.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665474264117242114" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">two outside storage rooms. (dirt floors.)</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DHYo1ZejT3M/ToIVqFg-F-I/AAAAAAAAA5c/99vRx-PE9c0/s1600/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B250.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657107894709917666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DHYo1ZejT3M/ToIVqFg-F-I/AAAAAAAAA5c/99vRx-PE9c0/s400/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B250.JPG" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">front of the house</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zsypa5firHY/ToIVp_gJbZI/AAAAAAAAA5U/L0KMGDOdz_s/s1600/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B251.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657107893095853458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zsypa5firHY/ToIVp_gJbZI/AAAAAAAAA5U/L0KMGDOdz_s/s400/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B251.JPG" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">looking at the front door</div><div style="text-align: center;"> (the wood doors to the right open to the living room. Open to glass doors)</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z3g3hsv2X00/ToIUsUakJYI/AAAAAAAAA5M/8CSdZLgix_g/s1600/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B253.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657106833557693826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z3g3hsv2X00/ToIUsUakJYI/AAAAAAAAA5M/8CSdZLgix_g/s400/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B253.JPG" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">kitchen</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UpuAxRf7LlY/ToIUsMt8VMI/AAAAAAAAA5E/KQkXa3ndB5I/s1600/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B252.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657106831491486914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UpuAxRf7LlY/ToIUsMt8VMI/AAAAAAAAA5E/KQkXa3ndB5I/s400/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B252.JPG" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">again, the kitchen </div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h7PsuXo2GRQ/ToIUr1ydRaI/AAAAAAAAA48/WYRedjkeVf4/s1600/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B254.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657106825336407458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h7PsuXo2GRQ/ToIUr1ydRaI/AAAAAAAAA48/WYRedjkeVf4/s400/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B254.JPG" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">going out of the kitchen </div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AI5Sr9e9Rrw/ToIUrhIf8bI/AAAAAAAAA40/VrBwFeurHPM/s1600/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B255.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657106819791712690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AI5Sr9e9Rrw/ToIUrhIf8bI/AAAAAAAAA40/VrBwFeurHPM/s400/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B255.JPG" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">view from kitchen window</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V6aKqkkeL5Y/ToIO0N_WYYI/AAAAAAAAA4s/AW8pS4sFQM4/s1600/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B256.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657100372202119554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V6aKqkkeL5Y/ToIO0N_WYYI/AAAAAAAAA4s/AW8pS4sFQM4/s400/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B256.JPG" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">just out of the kitchen . door to left is the front door. the door straight ahead is the 1/2 bath and the suitcase is our "baby gate" to the stairs. We have tried a couple different baby gates but they aren't big enough. this suitcase works perfect for now. </div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oxZigjWW57c/ToIOz5ZVC3I/AAAAAAAAA4k/kAJHZAJKBeI/s1600/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B257.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657100366673939314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oxZigjWW57c/ToIOz5ZVC3I/AAAAAAAAA4k/kAJHZAJKBeI/s400/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B257.JPG" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">living area </div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nJH79_gIWRc/ToIOzp0QaSI/AAAAAAAAA4c/MGNPsBeCWsQ/s1600/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B258.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657100362491914530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nJH79_gIWRc/ToIOzp0QaSI/AAAAAAAAA4c/MGNPsBeCWsQ/s400/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B258.JPG" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">living area going out to the upstairs balcony </div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h8QhzRG2x98/ToIJEdOIZXI/AAAAAAAAA4U/nLfhtxx1dy0/s1600/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B259.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657094054098789746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h8QhzRG2x98/ToIJEdOIZXI/AAAAAAAAA4U/nLfhtxx1dy0/s400/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B259.JPG" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">balcony </div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2bWrToCe2aQ/ToIJEOuINQI/AAAAAAAAA4M/FbPQJS0KRlo/s1600/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B260.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657094050206463234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2bWrToCe2aQ/ToIJEOuINQI/AAAAAAAAA4M/FbPQJS0KRlo/s400/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B260.JPG" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">and another view of the balcony. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*** not pictured : 1/2 bath upstairs. I will post later there is just a toilet and a TINY sink. </div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YFhgCupypf8/ToIFmPDt6NI/AAAAAAAAA4E/tLeV8Vb8QeM/s1600/tour%2Bof%2Bfrance%2B235.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><div><div><img style="border: 0px currentColor !important;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/123/A27EE4E4EC30339010F714A45EE72A30.png" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Batistashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17996682562783138525noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8215442571290902935.post-90153967982443976712011-09-13T00:56:00.000-07:002011-09-13T01:50:56.666-07:00Here's to a new Country.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; ">So we made it to France with the 4 boys. Traveling with four wasn't too bad other than in Paris we had to pick up our luggage and recheck it with a new airline at the same time checking in our double strollers as well. so now we had loose 4/5 year old kids and each of us carrying a twin, backpack, and a duffle bag. amazingly it wasn't as bad as you would think. all the boys slept most of the first 10 hr plane ride and was entertained by the dvd player the rest of it the other two plane rides were not too long. and we got here about midnight (france time. which is 8 hrs ahead of home). We had to take a couple cars one for bags and a couple for the family. but we got here.</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GMQu7kgclJU/Tm8UWcRiXqI/AAAAAAAAA3c/j50ucCsQCSg/s400/DSCF3038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651758433152687778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 106px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "> (the view from the balcony)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >This time we have a house...well i guess more like a condo. but its a lot bigger than i was expecting. <span style="line-height: 115%; ">It is two levels, on the first floor is the living ar</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span style="line-height: 115%; ">ea, ½ bath, kitchen and an AMAZING balcony. On the balcony theres some lounge chairs, bbq and table.<span> </span>you look out to lush green trees of many kinds with a row of rooftops poking through just before the ocean. Part of the ocean goes to the horizon the other part you can see the another part of the island. At night it is also gorgeous looking at the night lights over there.<span> </span>Downstairs there is three bedrooms, J</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span style="line-height: 115%; ">iovan and corbin sleep in one, it has two beds and french doors that go to the downstairs balcony that is shared with the Master bedroom. The master has its own bathroom with a pretty good</span></span> sized tub. Then the babies sleep in the other room. It has two beds with a matress under each of them. The babies sleep on the matress on the floor since they should still be in cribs. In that room there is a door to go outside to a little patio where you hang the laundry to dry.<span> </span>Next to the patio is a little outdoor shower.<span> </span>As you go into the babies room is a small room that holds the washer.<span> </span>It is a very small washer and the wierdest one I’ve seen to date. After you open the lid at the top you have to also open the drum of the washer.<span> </span>Then you pour the soap/bleach/softener into the lid. It seems to work well And I actually like hanging the clothes out on the line to dry. Possibly better than h<span class="Apple-style-span" ><span style="line-height: 115%; ">aving a dryer.<span> </span>Next to the laundry room is another bathroom that has a toilet and shower. All the doors are heavy dark wood </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span style="line-height: 115%; ">doors. Its all furnished and the people who own it left most o</span></span>f there stuff here which i wasn't used to and it was hard to feel at home at first but now it's starting to feel normal.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; line-height: 18px; font-size: medium; ">we live right next to the ocean but right in front of us is too rocky but the sandy beach is to the right about 1/2 mile and there is a beach that had really fine rocks to the left about 1/4 mile. We've been to both and LOVE the rock one because it doesn't hurt your feet and the clean up is SO EASY you can just brush the rocks off. The boys love going to the beach and are always asking when we can go next. I'd be going quite often if it wasn't for the babies.</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; line-height: 18px; font-size: medium; "><div style="text-align: center;">We're still waiting for them to get us the car that will fit all of us. (It's a little more difficult in Europe to do this since the average size car is the size of a mini cooper) so I haven't been to the grocery store yet or anything so I haven't had to talk/try to talk to anyone yet. We'll be starting french lessons as soon as we get a regular schedule down. Jiovan and Corbin started school today and will be there from 8-4. It is so hard to have them go knowing that none of the other kids will be speaking English. Jiovan says he's just not going to talk to anyone. I know it'll be good for them and they will learn quickly, but it's still REALLY weird to be here with just the babies.</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span style="line-height: 115%; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gx1xaxvxC4o/Tm8VjorrfeI/AAAAAAAAA3k/-LltIrMyfu4/s400/DSCF3054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651759759333490146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></span></div><div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; line-height: 18px; font-size: medium; ">Vic left on an away trip on Saturday and everything went well until my dear little corbin decided he should stick the little had to the lego guy in his ear. I was in the shower when Jiovan came running in to tell me Corbin stuck the lego hand in his ear and then pushed it in with his finger. So I told corbin to come in my room and put his ear on the bed and NOT put his finger in his ear until I got out. So I hurried to finish showering all the while thinking what the heck am I going to do if I can NOT get it out?! I have the number of a english speaking guy "in case of an emergancy". but really, call him over a lego hand in a child's ear?! Luckly the I could see the very end of it and was able to reach it with tweezers.</span></div><div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oONsm52KEJQ/Tm8Vj9vUCYI/AAAAAAAAA3s/bPXAhiGnz9k/s400/DSCF3070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651759764985874818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><div></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ></span><div></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span style="line-height: 115%; ">The babies have learned to crawl onto the couch now which wouldn't be a big deal if they a) knew how to get down feet first instead of head first and b) the floor wasn't all tile. I swear they are going to knock a few screws loose if they don't figure it out quickly. </span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; line-height: 18px; font-size: medium; ">I have been really "states sick". It's hard to leave the comforts of the states. The 24 hour stores, the dr's, the teachers, my family. people who speak english. Just the regular ol stuff that I grew up with knowing... but it seems like it wont be too hard to enjoy here.</span><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/123/A27EE4E4EC30339010F714A45EE72A30.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Batistashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17996682562783138525noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8215442571290902935.post-33983837381472673142011-02-08T05:33:00.000-08:002011-02-08T05:45:13.937-08:00I finally did it.I finally took the time to do it. I went private. I hate private blogs because I always forget to check them. But I know people who create open blogs to let people know of updates. Maybe next year right?<br /><br />Right now I'm in Spain visiting Victor for a couple weeks while my Mom and family take care of all the kiddos back home. I am eternally in debt to them for this. It was a necessary trip though.<br /><br />The babies are doing great. They have started eating baby food (total nightmare if you are not fast enough). Though they are doing great with it. They are able to roll around now. This does create a problem when one rolls just right to kick the other in the head. It's amazing how often this actually happens.<br /><br />Jiovan is still doing his pre-school. He's such a smart little boy! And it is amazing the things they start to do at home when they are in school. He is a perfectionist and is ALWAYS still working on his stuff when it's time to go. 99% of the time we are finishing his work when we get home. I'm so proud of him and how well he is doing though. 100% worth the time and money spent going to this pre-school. Talent sprouts is the best there is, I'm sure of it :)<br /><br />Corbin I think needs a little extra attention now that Jiovan is in school and the babies have been born. Maybe he's having an identity crisis. Middle child syndrome. He is my snuggle bug and love him to pieces. He can't wait to start pre-school. I just hope we'll be somewhere that he can go though I highly doubt it.<br /><br />Victor is doing great with his Volleyball here in Teruel, Spain. they are in the top 3 and I'm sure they are capable of taking another championship.<br /><br />I have started working 2-3 days a week at the day care at Desert Palms. I thought it would give me something to do, a little extra cash, and a distraction from having Vic gone. I was wrong. It is just tonz more work to get all the kids ready and out the door to get to work and I'm always getting off right at bed time. But the extra cash is good and has really helped even though it is very little. <br /><br />All in all we are doing pretty good. Everyone is healthy and I could not be any more grateful for that.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/123/A27EE4E4EC30339010F714A45EE72A30.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /></a>The Batistashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17996682562783138525noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8215442571290902935.post-54510580312985039542010-12-29T21:50:00.001-08:002010-12-30T23:40:56.145-08:00Christmas<div style="text-align: center;">Best present by far was Vic coming home for about 5 days!<br />couldn't have enjoyed it more!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TR2F0h80nhI/AAAAAAAAA28/ENR7F171QlE/s1600/12-29-2010%2B352.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TR2F0h80nhI/AAAAAAAAA28/ENR7F171QlE/s400/12-29-2010%2B352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556744652758228498" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TR2F0REaBII/AAAAAAAAA20/c-TPvWbBwHU/s1600/12-29-2010%2B349.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TR2F0REaBII/AAAAAAAAA20/c-TPvWbBwHU/s400/12-29-2010%2B349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556744648226636930" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TR2E_dRGfEI/AAAAAAAAA2k/M2xhST6xzkE/s1600/12-29-2010%2B389.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TR2E_dRGfEI/AAAAAAAAA2k/M2xhST6xzkE/s400/12-29-2010%2B389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556743740968041538" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TR2E_BH86nI/AAAAAAAAA2c/VDzs5w_houg/s1600/12-29-2010%2B387.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TR2E_BH86nI/AAAAAAAAA2c/VDzs5w_houg/s400/12-29-2010%2B387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556743733413472882" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TR2E_ltEb3I/AAAAAAAAA2s/-lJzeCVKLsY/s1600/12-29-2010%2B459.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TR2E_ltEb3I/AAAAAAAAA2s/-lJzeCVKLsY/s400/12-29-2010%2B459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556743743232831346" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TR2DlsTbhuI/AAAAAAAAA2U/ve_lIR3bGOQ/s1600/12-29-2010%2B455.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TR2DlsTbhuI/AAAAAAAAA2U/ve_lIR3bGOQ/s400/12-29-2010%2B455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556742198816114402" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TR2DlXPNapI/AAAAAAAAA2M/TILjYdklU1w/s1600/12-29-2010%2B465.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TR2DlXPNapI/AAAAAAAAA2M/TILjYdklU1w/s400/12-29-2010%2B465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556742193161267858" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TR2Dk54uc8I/AAAAAAAAA2E/S4AeX-EcLIk/s1600/12-29-2010%2B464.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TR2Dk54uc8I/AAAAAAAAA2E/S4AeX-EcLIk/s400/12-29-2010%2B464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556742185282335682" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TRwhQSgQlQI/AAAAAAAAA18/swZt8bQTCHI/s1600/12-29-2010%2B469.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TRwhQSgQlQI/AAAAAAAAA18/swZt8bQTCHI/s400/12-29-2010%2B469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556352603997115650" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TRwhQCzCKcI/AAAAAAAAA10/MCucvNA18CM/s1600/12-29-2010%2B466.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TRwhQCzCKcI/AAAAAAAAA10/MCucvNA18CM/s400/12-29-2010%2B466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556352599780895170" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">My parents gave the babies Johnny jump ups and they LOVE them!! (i love them too)<br /></div><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/123/A27EE4E4EC30339010F714A45EE72A30.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /></a>The Batistashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17996682562783138525noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8215442571290902935.post-72590027818355819082010-12-29T21:34:00.000-08:002010-12-29T21:49:55.305-08:00The twins blessing<div style="text-align: center;">Vic came back from Spain for only 5 days so we were unable to have the traditional Sunday blessing for the babies so we just got my family together and did them at my grandpa's house. It was short and sweet and very casual.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TRwcJ0BwzpI/AAAAAAAAA1s/q3NlO7QzAQs/s1600/12-29-2010%2B366.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TRwcJ0BwzpI/AAAAAAAAA1s/q3NlO7QzAQs/s400/12-29-2010%2B366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556346995178786450" border="0" /></a>My family. I can't believe how big my older boys are getting!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TRwbMT0WqPI/AAAAAAAAA1k/uGFIB7rSSko/s1600/12-29-2010%2B363.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TRwbMT0WqPI/AAAAAAAAA1k/uGFIB7rSSko/s400/12-29-2010%2B363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556345938560592114" border="0" /></a><br />My siblings. Not too often are we all together.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TRwbME8ehpI/AAAAAAAAA1c/ax2kTp8Y-go/s1600/12-29-2010%2B360.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TRwbME8ehpI/AAAAAAAAA1c/ax2kTp8Y-go/s400/12-29-2010%2B360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556345934568130194" border="0" /></a><br />the whole gang... minus Scott. It is finally not MY husband missing from the picture!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TRwbL2k-JGI/AAAAAAAAA1U/o26fM-US_rg/s1600/12-29-2010%2B359.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TRwbL2k-JGI/AAAAAAAAA1U/o26fM-US_rg/s400/12-29-2010%2B359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556345930711442530" border="0" /></a><br />my awesome sisters. really couldn't ask for a greater family.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TRwbLlaz26I/AAAAAAAAA1M/iyNzSX98wEo/s1600/12-29-2010%2B354.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TRwbLlaz26I/AAAAAAAAA1M/iyNzSX98wEo/s400/12-29-2010%2B354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556345926105422754" border="0" /></a><br />Great grandpa Mont, Grandpa Mac and Grandma Mac.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TRwbLSGoj8I/AAAAAAAAA1E/vLi69Ahy_zE/s1600/12-29-2010%2B353.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TRwbLSGoj8I/AAAAAAAAA1E/vLi69Ahy_zE/s400/12-29-2010%2B353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556345920920522690" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/123/A27EE4E4EC30339010F714A45EE72A30.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /></a>The Batistashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17996682562783138525noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8215442571290902935.post-35838759543649318672010-12-05T21:57:00.000-08:002010-12-05T21:59:58.754-08:00Going private!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I am going private 1-1-11.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />If you would like to continue viewing e-mail me your address to nicolette_batista@hotmail.com or leave a comment.<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/123/A27EE4E4EC30339010F714A45EE72A30.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /></a>The Batistashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17996682562783138525noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8215442571290902935.post-21558235170513234962010-12-05T21:45:00.000-08:002010-12-05T21:57:34.052-08:00getting ready for christmas.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TPx7KSnCKOI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/zpdNdV2kipM/s1600/DSCF2221.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TPx7KSnCKOI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/zpdNdV2kipM/s400/DSCF2221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547444257738074338" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TPx7J5zfaRI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/K8bCQWgj3yw/s1600/DSCF2217.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TPx7J5zfaRI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/K8bCQWgj3yw/s400/DSCF2217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547444251079436562" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TPx7Ja7thNI/AAAAAAAAA0I/TSi4f0-N8EM/s1600/DSCF2211.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TPx7Ja7thNI/AAAAAAAAA0I/TSi4f0-N8EM/s400/DSCF2211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547444242792416466" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TPx5nUx43kI/AAAAAAAAA0A/W3jxO21HHGs/s1600/DSCF2209.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TPx5nUx43kI/AAAAAAAAA0A/W3jxO21HHGs/s400/DSCF2209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547442557513424450" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TPx5mmhfnOI/AAAAAAAAAz4/NVmuU8XKTws/s1600/DSCF2203.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TPx5mmhfnOI/AAAAAAAAAz4/NVmuU8XKTws/s400/DSCF2203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547442545096629474" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TPx5l9Tso8I/AAAAAAAAAzw/G6tU5V4YeD8/s1600/DSCF2201.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TPx5l9Tso8I/AAAAAAAAAzw/G6tU5V4YeD8/s400/DSCF2201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547442534032909250" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TPx5leDoCjI/AAAAAAAAAzo/98jWQwVFGRU/s1600/DSCF2196.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TPx5leDoCjI/AAAAAAAAAzo/98jWQwVFGRU/s400/DSCF2196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547442525643999794" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/123/A27EE4E4EC30339010F714A45EE72A30.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /></a>The Batistashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17996682562783138525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8215442571290902935.post-30140830788074292982010-12-05T21:26:00.000-08:002010-12-05T21:44:31.770-08:00Halloween.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TPx3BaKpX1I/AAAAAAAAAzg/djPsTLg39GA/s1600/halloween%2B035.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TPx3BaKpX1I/AAAAAAAAAzg/djPsTLg39GA/s400/halloween%2B035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547439707101159250" border="0" /></a><br />Jiovan had a little Halloween party at school. this was his caramel apple. He was so proud of it.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TPx3A1BcNmI/AAAAAAAAAzY/usKSeYUMwrg/s1600/halloween%2B032.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TPx3A1BcNmI/AAAAAAAAAzY/usKSeYUMwrg/s400/halloween%2B032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547439697130436194" border="0" /></a><br />They had storytime.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TPx3AuP2NXI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/cDK5efCYttI/s1600/halloween%2B030.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TPx3AuP2NXI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/cDK5efCYttI/s400/halloween%2B030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547439695311811954" border="0" /></a><br />They also went trick-or-treating to the surrounding businesses. This is Jovi's little bestie.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TPx2EPOQofI/AAAAAAAAAzI/gF8-Hvpz34I/s1600/halloween%2B091.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TPx2EPOQofI/AAAAAAAAAzI/gF8-Hvpz34I/s400/halloween%2B091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547438656191504882" border="0" /></a><br />Jiovan and corbin trick-or-treating (this is the first year they were really excited about going)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TPx2DyvytpI/AAAAAAAAAzA/Di42K7nCaeU/s1600/halloween%2B010.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TPx2DyvytpI/AAAAAAAAAzA/Di42K7nCaeU/s400/halloween%2B010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547438648547522194" border="0" /></a><br />Captain Hook and Peter Pan<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TPx2DThM1tI/AAAAAAAAAy4/VrxIDPCBD1g/s1600/halloween%2B052.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TPx2DThM1tI/AAAAAAAAAy4/VrxIDPCBD1g/s400/halloween%2B052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547438640164820690" border="0" /></a><br />Captain Hook, Peter Pan and a couple of monkies.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TPx2DKQ7_vI/AAAAAAAAAyw/XoG0MtYTi1A/s1600/halloween%2B056.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TPx2DKQ7_vI/AAAAAAAAAyw/XoG0MtYTi1A/s400/halloween%2B056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547438637680688882" border="0" /></a><br />Xavier's first on camera smile.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TPx2C6QC9RI/AAAAAAAAAyo/0uIcYk-vwE0/s1600/halloween%2B013.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TPx2C6QC9RI/AAAAAAAAAyo/0uIcYk-vwE0/s400/halloween%2B013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547438633381983506" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TPx0qsrkOnI/AAAAAAAAAyg/dhX3QwDkiDo/s1600/halloween%2B067.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TPx0qsrkOnI/AAAAAAAAAyg/dhX3QwDkiDo/s400/halloween%2B067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547437117910825586" border="0" /></a>They rode in style trick or treating. Pulled mostly by there uncle Josh.<br /></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/123/A27EE4E4EC30339010F714A45EE72A30.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /></a>The Batistashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17996682562783138525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8215442571290902935.post-71165691021921200992010-10-23T21:16:00.001-07:002010-10-23T22:26:53.807-07:00lately....and thoughs of going private.<div style="text-align: center;">I've been crazy busy.<br />had surgery, again. A non cancerous tumor removed from my abdomen.<br />all is well now, just haven't been able to lift over 10 lbs. which means I can't lift the babies.<br />My family has been amazing. couldn't do it without them.<br />Nov 1st I will be able to have them all to myself again. can't wait!<br /><br />I have been considering going private. Seems like it's the thing to do these days.<br />What do you think? I seem to not check them as much since i don't get notified when they make a post. So I hate when people do it. but it just seems the time to do so.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">photo update with few words (for my remembering haha)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">we attended the NICU reunion. was nice but i still couldn't hold my babies so they stayed in the whole time so no one could really see them.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO-T3CBAmI/AAAAAAAAAyY/EEOmZ2aJ2Kk/s1600/1286395573044.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO-T3CBAmI/AAAAAAAAAyY/EEOmZ2aJ2Kk/s400/1286395573044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531474015740297826" border="0" /></a><br />Corbin shooting hoops... perfect form. every time. ONE PROUD MOMENT!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO-TgzqIuI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/ubdWIGsk6aQ/s1600/1286396423831.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO-TgzqIuI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/ubdWIGsk6aQ/s400/1286396423831.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531474009774498530" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO-TB2my7I/AAAAAAAAAyI/9uADk1YtKE4/s1600/1286396663452.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO-TB2my7I/AAAAAAAAAyI/9uADk1YtKE4/s400/1286396663452.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531474001465363378" border="0" /></a><br />my niece Avery. Such a good helper. Not the first time she's been found napping with a baby.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO-S346y9I/AAAAAAAAAyA/aXQaOoJldCA/s1600/1285898024941.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO-S346y9I/AAAAAAAAAyA/aXQaOoJldCA/s400/1285898024941.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531473998790708178" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO-Sk1zWSI/AAAAAAAAAx4/I0njkRX__jo/s1600/1286397222223.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO-Sk1zWSI/AAAAAAAAAx4/I0njkRX__jo/s400/1286397222223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531473993677363490" border="0" /></a><br />Corbin looking for "the lost boys" from Peter Pan<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO9m-pMkaI/AAAAAAAAAxw/8mWm8fdRNdg/s1600/1286397457956.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO9m-pMkaI/AAAAAAAAAxw/8mWm8fdRNdg/s400/1286397457956.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531473244689568162" border="0" /></a><br />the babies got a special package from my friend in Belgium. Perfect for them!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO9m9I8nQI/AAAAAAAAAxo/9FZ7n6hieX8/s1600/1285898028622.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO9m9I8nQI/AAAAAAAAAxo/9FZ7n6hieX8/s400/1285898028622.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531473244285869314" border="0" /></a><br />Andre at the Park. They are getting so fat!! love it!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO9mhrSDoI/AAAAAAAAAxg/BTUJR_S_x-Q/s1600/1286829452849.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO9mhrSDoI/AAAAAAAAAxg/BTUJR_S_x-Q/s400/1286829452849.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531473236913688194" border="0" /></a><br />Corbin and my nephew Kyler. He's so fun to have around!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO9maIkNnI/AAAAAAAAAxY/LPI-7OGzLqM/s1600/1286830078108.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO9maIkNnI/AAAAAAAAAxY/LPI-7OGzLqM/s400/1286830078108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531473234889029234" border="0" /></a><br />How could i pass up putting an elastic in his hair... he hated it until i told him i wanted a picture.<br />Jiovan and Corbin watching a movie wrapped up like their baby brothers<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO4u-ty4DI/AAAAAAAAAxI/m0GTTbP2Gy4/s1600/sep-oct+068.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO4u-ty4DI/AAAAAAAAAxI/m0GTTbP2Gy4/s400/sep-oct+068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531467884589670450" border="0" /></a><br />My nephew Ayden. who is also so nice to have around. helps me lots with my big boys and babies<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO4ukDUs5I/AAAAAAAAAxA/jhiGFMp9mh0/s1600/sep-oct+058.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO4ukDUs5I/AAAAAAAAAxA/jhiGFMp9mh0/s400/sep-oct+058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531467877432210322" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO4uSkq2aI/AAAAAAAAAw4/J2hiZyR1r4Q/s1600/sep-oct+057.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO4uSkq2aI/AAAAAAAAAw4/J2hiZyR1r4Q/s400/sep-oct+057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531467872740235682" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO4IXR-3hI/AAAAAAAAAww/Ws-vaXInRvw/s1600/sep-oct+051.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO4IXR-3hI/AAAAAAAAAww/Ws-vaXInRvw/s400/sep-oct+051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531467221169004050" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO4IK9gn9I/AAAAAAAAAwo/582g8ou7mHg/s1600/sep-oct+049.JPG"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Xavier's first trip to the park. so active :)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO4HtXM1fI/AAAAAAAAAwg/qKUJ2jAAWr4/s1600/sep-oct+048.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO4HtXM1fI/AAAAAAAAAwg/qKUJ2jAAWr4/s400/sep-oct+048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531467209916601842" border="0" /></a><br />taking pics with the boys!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO4HbzSrCI/AAAAAAAAAwY/0Q-RyZ6jbl4/s1600/sep-oct+043.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO4HbzSrCI/AAAAAAAAAwY/0Q-RyZ6jbl4/s400/sep-oct+043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531467205202586658" border="0" /></a><br />three stooges....or three amigos, you decide.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO4HAF7O2I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/dL81FyZWGqc/s1600/sep-oct+037.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO4HAF7O2I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/dL81FyZWGqc/s400/sep-oct+037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531467197764549474" border="0" /></a><br />I swear they look like siblings.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO3JroCs-I/AAAAAAAAAwI/CkQBZ5fKnI0/s1600/sep-oct+044.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO3JroCs-I/AAAAAAAAAwI/CkQBZ5fKnI0/s400/sep-oct+044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531466144298480610" border="0" /></a><br />Jiovan's gangster face<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO3JCARaAI/AAAAAAAAAwA/neA1MmLcyJI/s1600/sep-oct+046.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO3JCARaAI/AAAAAAAAAwA/neA1MmLcyJI/s400/sep-oct+046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531466133125818370" border="0" /></a><br />Jiovan with Andre, Baby Nola, and Corbin with Xavier.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO3I4kyLVI/AAAAAAAAAv4/-Izppbk8rtc/s1600/sep-oct+009.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO3I4kyLVI/AAAAAAAAAv4/-Izppbk8rtc/s400/sep-oct+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531466130594606418" border="0" /></a><br />Xavier and Andre meeting my Cousin's baby, Nola.<br />(she's younger yet bigger)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO3IiMNkBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/-hV75lbweCg/s1600/sep-oct+008.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO3IiMNkBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/-hV75lbweCg/s400/sep-oct+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531466124585963538" border="0" /></a><br />Fayrine made blankets for Jiovan and Corbin they became their "blankies" and Here she is delivering blankets to Andre and Xavier. <br />LOVE THEM! they have paired dinosaurs on them. SO CUTE!<br />Thanks again Fayrine!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO3IeOnnpI/AAAAAAAAAvo/tknKquLMStI/s1600/DSCF2105.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TMO3IeOnnpI/AAAAAAAAAvo/tknKquLMStI/s400/DSCF2105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531466123522317970" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/123/A27EE4E4EC30339010F714A45EE72A30.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /></a>The Batistashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17996682562783138525noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8215442571290902935.post-86723415408733627722010-09-21T00:53:00.000-07:002010-09-21T01:06:15.917-07:00i'm missing....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TJhmpxZC1NI/AAAAAAAAAvg/JHI25nf2k4g/s1600/11.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TJhmpxZC1NI/AAAAAAAAAvg/JHI25nf2k4g/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519274211161593042" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TJhmprHnLlI/AAAAAAAAAvY/om4BYo3qGHU/s1600/fuji+pics+294.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TJhmprHnLlI/AAAAAAAAAvY/om4BYo3qGHU/s400/fuji+pics+294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519274209477865042" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">if i could mesh these to pictures I would be in HEAVEN!<br />Victor, my 4 boys, and Puerto Rico. That right there is a dream.<br /></div><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/123/A27EE4E4EC30339010F714A45EE72A30.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /></a>The Batistashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17996682562783138525noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8215442571290902935.post-46942084412857279312010-09-16T23:54:00.000-07:002010-09-17T00:16:37.455-07:00Dixie Round-up Rodeo<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TJMUkTbzh-I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/vgshv9yv4Sg/s1600/DSCF0525.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TJMUkTbzh-I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/vgshv9yv4Sg/s400/DSCF0525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517776582383732706" border="0" /></a><br />Crystal, Andre, and Tayt<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TJMUkM2hjHI/AAAAAAAAAvI/aMajkI-f88c/s1600/DSCF0534.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TJMUkM2hjHI/AAAAAAAAAvI/aMajkI-f88c/s400/DSCF0534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517776580616752242" border="0" /></a><br />me and 1/2 of my boys :)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TJMUjngKfII/AAAAAAAAAvA/-GCKHE9slDs/s1600/DSCF0544.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TJMUjngKfII/AAAAAAAAAvA/-GCKHE9slDs/s400/DSCF0544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517776570590854274" border="0" /></a><br />my dad and his cousin Rick<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TJMUjDjFXTI/AAAAAAAAAu4/vNXaMbX1fpo/s1600/DSCF0545.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TJMUjDjFXTI/AAAAAAAAAu4/vNXaMbX1fpo/s400/DSCF0545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517776560939425074" border="0" /></a><br />Kristin and Camden<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TJMUik70nRI/AAAAAAAAAuw/lAygTvL8EbQ/s1600/DSCF0548.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TJMUik70nRI/AAAAAAAAAuw/lAygTvL8EbQ/s400/DSCF0548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517776552721685778" border="0" /></a>my mom and Xavier<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TJMSWiD4eYI/AAAAAAAAAuo/gN1X59MW9bU/s1600/DSCF0521.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TJMSWiD4eYI/AAAAAAAAAuo/gN1X59MW9bU/s400/DSCF0521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517774146768501122" border="0" /></a><br />Tayt, Corbin, McCoy and Jiovan<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TJMSWM4sRCI/AAAAAAAAAug/0pA3y2PGUA0/s1600/DSCF0552.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TJMSWM4sRCI/AAAAAAAAAug/0pA3y2PGUA0/s400/DSCF0552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517774141084419106" border="0" /></a><br />McCoy Briggs Jiovan and Corbin watching the army helicopter leaving<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/123/A27EE4E4EC30339010F714A45EE72A30.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /></a>The Batistashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17996682562783138525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8215442571290902935.post-60055561235197599392010-09-16T23:43:00.000-07:002010-09-16T23:54:07.004-07:00New neighbors<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TJMQHmBXSLI/AAAAAAAAAtw/FTmsb20-RyI/s1600/DSCF0443.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TJMQHmBXSLI/AAAAAAAAAtw/FTmsb20-RyI/s400/DSCF0443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517771691110385842" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Avery and Ayden with Xavier (left) and Andre (Right)</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TJMPsqY6qUI/AAAAAAAAAtg/n6EG81pydSU/s1600/DSCF0503.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TJMPsqY6qUI/AAAAAAAAAtg/n6EG81pydSU/s400/DSCF0503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517771228426447170" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">snakes, snails, and puppy dog tails. That's what little boys are made of.<br />McCoy Tayton Draygen Ayden Corbin Jiovan Briggs. (I was watching my sister's boys and of course Ayden was over playing as well)<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">My brother and his wife just moved in two houses down... I have LOVED it. My amazing brother and sister in-law? maybe not so much.<br />They are such great help and never say no. They watch my kids when they're sleeping so i don't have to wake them up to take them, when someone has a dr. appointment either me or the babies, and last but not least if I plain ol don't want to take them somewhere with me.<br /><br />It has also been great because Their kids come down to my house all the time. Jiovan and Corbin LOVE playing with them and cry every time they have to (or want to) go home. They are also lots of help with the babies. They are a bit older (8 and 9) so they are a little more trustworthy with the twins.<br /><br />THANK YOU JOSH AND KRISTIN FOR ALL YOUR HELP<br /></div><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/123/A27EE4E4EC30339010F714A45EE72A30.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /></a>The Batistashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17996682562783138525noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8215442571290902935.post-15943498331669439432010-09-16T23:28:00.000-07:002010-09-16T23:43:54.958-07:00The twin's 2 month check up.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TJMNx7BxtFI/AAAAAAAAAtY/mqD4OQOJpWs/s1600/DSCF0502.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TJMNx7BxtFI/AAAAAAAAAtY/mqD4OQOJpWs/s400/DSCF0502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517769119768884306" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(Andre is on the left, Xavier on the right)<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Has it only been 2 months?! So much has happened in that much time.<br />It seams like they spent a lifetime in the NICU, and it seems like they have been home forever!<br />well they had their 2 month check-up today here are the stats.<br /><br />ANDRE<br />9.52 lbs 8%<br />21.26 inches 4%<br />head 14.8 inches 7%<br /><br />Xavier<br />9.22 lbs 6%<br />21.46 inches 6%<br />head 14.8 inches 7%<br /><br />Both babies have a herniated belly button. Dr. Marsden said they will heal up on their own. Andre's is really small and Xavier's is 3x the size of Andre's but still nothing to worry about.<br />What a relief.<br />They are also ahead of when they should be. Dr. M says they are really close to catching up to a regular 2 month old baby.<br /><br />I'm so lucky. They are such good babies. Only cry when they are hungry or need a bum change. Jiovan and Corbin love to help with everything from putting dirty diapers away, getting new diapers/clothes to holding them or giving them their binkis. Love those two boys as well!<br />What a lucky Mami I am!<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/123/A27EE4E4EC30339010F714A45EE72A30.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /></a>The Batistashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17996682562783138525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8215442571290902935.post-48704770160028719822010-09-16T23:18:00.000-07:002010-09-16T23:27:12.226-07:00Jiovan starts Preschool<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TJMI52o54NI/AAAAAAAAAtI/ZDSSKJhlBzs/s1600/DSCF0494.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TJMI52o54NI/AAAAAAAAAtI/ZDSSKJhlBzs/s400/DSCF0494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517763758471635154" border="0" /></a>First of all I can't freaking believe I have a kid old enough for preschool.<br />Jiovan started school on the 8th of September. He goes 3 times a week and is LOVING it!<br />Corbin on the other hand does not like being home with his best bud. The whole 3 hours Jiovan is at preschool Corbin is asking where he is, wanting me to hold him, and just plain ol being bored. Glad they're such good friends.<br /><br />Jiovan's teacher says he is a perfectionist when practicing his letters.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" > (this i know. i swear the kid is borderline OCD) </span><br />She also says in the activity room he just likes to watch. Not so much participation. But getting better everyday.<br /><br /></div><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/123/A27EE4E4EC30339010F714A45EE72A30.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /></a>The Batistashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17996682562783138525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8215442571290902935.post-16109413481030138472010-09-09T19:56:00.000-07:002010-09-10T01:50:09.080-07:00Intorducing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TInxI3arrwI/AAAAAAAAAtA/zbwplNdy4lM/s1600/DSCF0396.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TInxI3arrwI/AAAAAAAAAtA/zbwplNdy4lM/s400/DSCF0396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515204353308995330" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TInxIemGN1I/AAAAAAAAAs4/N4F3lWR9pAs/s1600/DSCF0366.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TInxIemGN1I/AAAAAAAAAs4/N4F3lWR9pAs/s400/DSCF0366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515204346645985106" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Andre Burton aka Baby A<br />Weight: 5lbs 1oz<br />Length: 19 inches<br />Time: 9:05 pm<br />and<br />Xavier Victor aka Baby B<br />Weight: 4lbs 15oz<br />Length 19 inches<br />Time: 9:06 pm</div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TInv7MRK19I/AAAAAAAAAsw/HT2eL0ABmMI/s1600/babies,corbin%27s+birthday+025.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TInv7MRK19I/AAAAAAAAAsw/HT2eL0ABmMI/s400/babies,corbin%27s+birthday+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515203018876442578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TInv6i7g9NI/AAAAAAAAAso/rt_56zTcuK0/s1600/babies,corbin%27s+birthday+038.JPG"><img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TImtLFB-rzI/AAAAAAAAAsI/mEH5ZdOEDVs/s400/babies,corbin%27s+birthday+117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515129624532528946" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TImtKrERnBI/AAAAAAAAAsA/oDssa0cDKqc/s1600/babies,corbin%27s+birthday+115.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TImtKrERnBI/AAAAAAAAAsA/oDssa0cDKqc/s400/babies,corbin%27s+birthday+115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515129617562835986" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TImtJ-2mV3I/AAAAAAAAAr4/mt7qURXPVl8/s1600/babies,corbin%27s+birthday+117.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TImtJ-2mV3I/AAAAAAAAAr4/mt7qURXPVl8/s400/babies,corbin%27s+birthday+117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515129605694314354" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TImrCm7nANI/AAAAAAAAArw/LeJ_vyIuADI/s1600/DSCF0268.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TImrCm7nANI/AAAAAAAAArw/LeJ_vyIuADI/s400/DSCF0268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515127279990538450" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TImrB_SmnnI/AAAAAAAAAro/5f3vDYf522M/s1600/DSCF0268.JPG"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TImrBQHGt9I/AAAAAAAAArg/ZjGINzN-BFg/s1600/DSCF0290.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TImrBQHGt9I/AAAAAAAAArg/ZjGINzN-BFg/s400/DSCF0290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515127256684869586" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TImrAzANAgI/AAAAAAAAArY/OZIRgjD2sVE/s1600/DSCF0283.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TImrAzANAgI/AAAAAAAAArY/OZIRgjD2sVE/s400/DSCF0283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515127248871293442" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TImrAYBr_uI/AAAAAAAAArQ/ihtuTo2N_lU/s1600/DSCF0294.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TImrAYBr_uI/AAAAAAAAArQ/ihtuTo2N_lU/s400/DSCF0294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515127241629761250" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TImpUmPhIUI/AAAAAAAAArI/bTyyODc58bE/s1600/DSCF0352.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TImpUmPhIUI/AAAAAAAAArI/bTyyODc58bE/s400/DSCF0352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515125390019993922" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TImpUILMUxI/AAAAAAAAArA/B9_Urt4gZOw/s1600/DSCF0353.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TImpUILMUxI/AAAAAAAAArA/B9_Urt4gZOw/s400/DSCF0353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515125381948789522" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Corbin did not want to get near the babies. We got him close enough to take a picture and just as the nurse was going to take it Xavier puked all over Corbin. He didn't like that too much. :)<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TImpTqXDcTI/AAAAAAAAAq4/0AucWwYaJi4/s1600/DSCF0374.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TImpTqXDcTI/AAAAAAAAAq4/0AucWwYaJi4/s400/DSCF0374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515125373945475378" border="0" /></a><br />going home<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TImpSylVvSI/AAAAAAAAAqw/zCaVgq8hdnc/s1600/DSCF0384.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TImpSylVvSI/AAAAAAAAAqw/zCaVgq8hdnc/s400/DSCF0384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515125358973009186" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TImpSXhx94I/AAAAAAAAAqo/NPT8TWAQVCM/s1600/DSCF0446.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TImpSXhx94I/AAAAAAAAAqo/NPT8TWAQVCM/s400/DSCF0446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515125351710324610" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TImnW4K71bI/AAAAAAAAAqg/QCNt3JOZBvs/s1600/DSCF0429.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TImnW4K71bI/AAAAAAAAAqg/QCNt3JOZBvs/s400/DSCF0429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515123230169093554" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TImnWTGhhJI/AAAAAAAAAqY/NDQ_PNNF0x8/s1600/DSCF0477.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TImnWTGhhJI/AAAAAAAAAqY/NDQ_PNNF0x8/s400/DSCF0477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515123220218479762" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TImnVsp_TaI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/BmeRZxkj7bg/s1600/DSCF0485.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TImnVsp_TaI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/BmeRZxkj7bg/s400/DSCF0485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515123209898249634" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/123/A27EE4E4EC30339010F714A45EE72A30.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /></a>The Batistashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17996682562783138525noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8215442571290902935.post-14623313134799364132010-07-06T16:38:00.000-07:002010-07-06T16:58:49.173-07:0032 weeks<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TDO-6xO3pvI/AAAAAAAAAqA/GS1FMWiGcLs/s1600/DSCF0056.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/TDO-6xO3pvI/AAAAAAAAAqA/GS1FMWiGcLs/s400/DSCF0056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490942287552161522" border="0" /></a>so here it is.. The dreaded profile pregnancy picture... <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">My sister is throwing me a "baby shower for 2" (open house) on Saterday. She sent invites through my facebook, however if you ignore those invites like I do and you would like to come anyone is welcome. It's always nice to see old friends.<br /><br />When: Saturday 10th of July<br />where : 260 N Donlee Dr. St. George Ut 84770<br />Time: 4:00 pm - 6:00 pm<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Lately my family has found it amusing to walk about 5 steps behind me at the store to watch people stare and the funny things they say.<br /><br />Some people haven't had their "think before you say aloud" checked and have said things like:<br /><br />lady at oshkosh, "Hi, how are you?" me, "good, you?". her, "Better than YOU! You look like you're ready to pop."<br /><br />lady at costco handing out samples: "HOW MANY YOU HAVE IN THERE?! 5?!!" me, "no, I have 2." her, "WOW, HOLY COW!!! HAVE ANOTHER!" me, "no, I'm okay" her, "YOU OKAY, BUT BABIES NOT!! HAVE ANOTHER!!"<br /><br />Yes, people REALLY say stupid stuff like this. I'm starting to want to punch people... don't they know i actually look in the mirror in the morning and know that my clothes are not rapidly shrinking?!<br /><br />Anyways, I'm so ready for these two boys to join us... every day gets worse and I can barely walk at this point. I'm on restricted activity and have to go get monitored every week for a non stress test.<br /><br />Vic has done a wonderful job taking over my responsibilities at home. Though, I know he's ready for me to take over again.<br />In about 1 month from today these babies will be with us since they will not let me pass 37 weeks. (THANK HEAVENS!) Can't wait to see what these little guys look like.<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/123/A27EE4E4EC30339010F714A45EE72A30.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /></a>The Batistashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17996682562783138525noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8215442571290902935.post-8775518937428328242010-05-09T15:13:00.000-07:002010-05-09T15:59:21.401-07:00I am so proud of my man!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;">HE <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">did it!!!<br /><br />He is a <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >Champion!<br /><br /></span>It was so exciting and emotional for me to watch him win. </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br />I know how hard he works everyday and how much he wanted a championship. They knew they could do it but that it would not be easy. The first two matches both went to 5 games and were over 25 points. The third match however, was a blow-out. The fan support at home was amazing and I love to see how much other people adore my man as well! I'm so happy I was able to be there with him to see it!<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" >*I'm so proud of you Papi!* </span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S-c4_0uQ_iI/AAAAAAAAApo/_VIyC6KtU4U/s1600/DSC00465.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S-c4_0uQ_iI/AAAAAAAAApo/_VIyC6KtU4U/s400/DSC00465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469402941600366114" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S-c7pT8FYvI/AAAAAAAAAp4/pxPPTuqGJZg/s1600/DSC00399.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S-c7pT8FYvI/AAAAAAAAAp4/pxPPTuqGJZg/s400/DSC00399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469405853377716978" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Vic's 2 <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">BIGGEST</span> fans. They like nothing more than watching Vic play volleyball. In their eyes he can do no wrong. I love to see how their eyes <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">light</span> up when they watch him play. They love him so much and one day I'm sure they will be as proud of him as I am for all he has accomplished in his volleyball career.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S-c4_ZMeoyI/AAAAAAAAApg/ga46-7ybriE/s1600/DSC00410.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S-c4_ZMeoyI/AAAAAAAAApg/ga46-7ybriE/s400/DSC00410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469402934210896674" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" >two thumbs up</span><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S-c493vwdqI/AAAAAAAAApQ/zyeUJbQX4qA/s1600/DSC00476.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S-c493vwdqI/AAAAAAAAApQ/zyeUJbQX4qA/s400/DSC00476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469402908052190882" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S-c4OflvawI/AAAAAAAAApI/esKBQJVKaKM/s1600/DSC00467.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S-c4OflvawI/AAAAAAAAApI/esKBQJVKaKM/s400/DSC00467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469402094113876738" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" >I'm so sad that this pic turned out fuzzy. But I love it anyways.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S-c4Ng1M-FI/AAAAAAAAApA/-xJih2ok4hY/s1600/DSC00401.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S-c4Ng1M-FI/AAAAAAAAApA/-xJih2ok4hY/s400/DSC00401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469402077267294290" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" >Two of Victor's fans dressed up as him. They were so excited to show me when they got to the game. And I loved it also!</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S-c2K1HxobI/AAAAAAAAAo4/h8oXdAtk0ao/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S-c2K1HxobI/AAAAAAAAAo4/h8oXdAtk0ao/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469399832151040434" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" >CHAMPIONS..... <span style="font-size:78%;">NEED I SAY MORE?!</span><br /></span></div><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/123/A27EE4E4EC30339010F714A45EE72A30.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /></a>The Batistashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17996682562783138525noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8215442571290902935.post-60198499091915672582010-04-27T08:20:00.000-07:002010-04-27T08:48:49.242-07:00Counting down...I feel like I'm just a big clock.... counting down to everything. . . <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">4 days</span> until Vic's big game. *If they win they are the Spain league champions!!! I am so excited for this game... if they lose then play again Sunday. If they lose Sunday than they will travel back to Almeria and play one more game.*<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">2 weeks</span> until I head back to St. George. * Can't wait to be around family again. Warm Weather. Playing in water. Going to the grocery store and knowing what everything is. Speaking English. Going to lunch. Preparing for babies. Looking (and hopefully finding) a house. Going to a Dr. that actually knows something.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">2 1/2 weeks</span> until Vic and I will have been married 5 years. *A ton has happened in those 5 years. Can't wait to see what the next 5 are like*<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">15 weeks</span> until the babies are "full term". *Which is only 37 weeks for twins.*<br /><br />So many things in the near future to look forward to. 1 thing I am NOT looking forward to... the season here ending resulting in Vic's summer traveling. Between the National team's practices and Tournaments and him traveling to coach camps he doesn't spend much of the summer at home. Though it always makes me grateful to have him around.<br /><br />On another note I'm feeling 100 times better. We got my lab results back and my Iron was a little more than 1/2 what it should be. Got some Iron and am feeling MUCH better. Still feeling the effects of pregnancy but not near as bad as it has been.<br /><br />I really hate making posts with no pictures but my dear camera decided to take it's last picture. I'm sad to see it go. Hopefully we can get another one soon.<br /><br />Maybe this week I should focus on living in the NOW. Not looking at what is to come. Enjoy the great weather we have been having. Enjoy the time with my 2 boys before they become 4 boys.<br /><br />For Jiovan's actually birthday Vic took the boys out and they had some trampolines set up in the street and they jumped on them for a while. Then they came home and we took them to play at Camelot. It is a place here that is just a big play area. We had cake and ice cream and had him open some presents. He is still excited to have his birthday party at aunt crystals ("with lots of balloons.")<br /></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/123/A27EE4E4EC30339010F714A45EE72A30.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; width: 153px; height: 107px;" /></a>The Batistashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17996682562783138525noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8215442571290902935.post-48207854678470404642010-04-23T02:13:00.000-07:002010-04-23T02:50:38.520-07:00Jiovan turning FOUR?!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S9Fl9cRCS3I/AAAAAAAAAog/bH6XXfYQwGo/s1600/jiovan2.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S9Fkva1vn_I/AAAAAAAAAoY/JiTXmQb3rV4/s1600/jiovan.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S9Fkva1vn_I/AAAAAAAAAoY/JiTXmQb3rV4/s400/jiovan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463258588798492658" border="0" /></a><br />I swear this was just yesterday... however this was when he was a year and a few months old when Corbin was born. It's crazy how the time flies once you have kids.<br /><br />Jiovan says he wants his Birthday party at Aunt Crystals house with everyone there. He loves to be around his cousins.<br /><br />He still loves to play in the water no matter where it is.<br /><br />He loves his brother, loves to tease him and loves to stick up for him too. He hates it when he is napping. He gets really bored.<br /><br />He loves Toy Story. He is always Buzz Lightyear and Corbin will be Woody.<br /><br />He loves the letter factory movie and knows all the letter in caps and most of the lower case letters.<br /><br />He can count to 17-18 without messing up. And can count to 10 in Spanish.<br /><br />I just barely taught him the ABC song and he loves to sing it.<br /><br />He's still a picky eater but at least now he will try one bite before he decides he's going to bed without eating his dinner.<br /><br />He loves to brush his teeth and would do it 50 times a day if we let him.<br /><br />And the thing he loves the most is his Papi. He has a jersey that is the same as Victors game shirt right now and he LOVES to wear it. He loves to play volleyball just like Vic. Pretty much if Vic does it Jiovan loves to do it too. He has a puzzle board with the alphabet he takes that board and puts it on the floor and has Corbin hold up the shapes board and then he act like he is typing on in like it is a computer. It is the funniest thing.<br /><br />He is so helpful and is pretty good about doing what he's told.<br /><br />If you ask him what he wants to be when he grows up he will either say he wants to play volleyball or airplanes (big ones with lots of people to come inside). And that he's going to be buzz lightyear when he gets big and gets wings.<br /><br />And he loves to say prayers before bed and sometimes in the middle of the night when he wakes up.<br /><br />I Love this kid and can't imagine life without him! I can't believe that tomorrow he will be 4!!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/123/A27EE4E4EC30339010F714A45EE72A30.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /></a>The Batistashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17996682562783138525noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8215442571290902935.post-86001760412256001352010-04-16T02:11:00.000-07:002010-04-16T02:44:55.555-07:00Side effects of pregnancy...I'll begin by saying... NOT-FUN-AT-ALL!<br /><br />I really do not understand those who LOVE pregnancy... I do no find it enjoyable.<br /><br />I can not breathe already.<br /><br />I can not sleep... when i finally get to sleep, if I have to wake up to go potty (like 2 times a night) it takes me at least an hour to fall back to sleep.<br /><br />My back hurts.<br /><br />My stomach itches like mad! Yes, I know this means my lovely skin is stretching... ANOTHER PLUS RIGHT?! right! I did no get big ugly stretch marks with the other two, just some small ones.. and my stomach did not itch either! ugh!<br /><br />I'm tired all day every day. I really think that I could sleep all day. Luckily I have my boys to get me out of bed.<br /><br />(these are all things I didn't really feel until the END of the pregnancies with Jiovan and Corbin.)<br /><br />And Dr. appointments... not a fan. I love the Dr. I have in the states. He's great. unfortunately I don't think I'll be going to him since he is in Payson... and my appointments will be frequent with twins. . .driving that much isn't really practical. <br /><br />And the Dr. here... lets just say he is lacking... My first (and only so far) consisted of him asking how far along I was. weighing in and taking blood pressure. Then he gets out his ultrasound machine.... see's two heads measures one to make sure it's the right size for the due date. I do not hear the heart beat or anything and he says we need to go somewhere else for a more detailed ultrasound cause his isn't good enough. He gave me a prescription for prenatal and cream for stretch marks and sent us on our way. I have another appointment on Monday so we'll see how that goes.<br /><br />The one thing (and probably only) thing I like about pregnancy is feeling the baby(ies) move... I'll be honest haven't felt them move a ton and sometimes It worries me but at our second ultrasound that was a week ago they were moving like crazy and I didn't feel it so I'm sure it'll come. I do feel them on occasion though.<br /><br />And I'm pretty sure I am now a twin expert all the reading on the internet. Learning a lot of things I didn't know and I don't think I can possibly learn more until I have them. This pregnancy Has been a TON different from the other times. And I really don't know what to expect.<br /><br />However I am preparing early, JUST IN CASE... I've gotten all of the big things we HAVE to have before they come and I'll be making trips to wal-mar, target and getting some clothes as soon as I get back. With Jiovan I was a week over and ended up having c-section and then planned c-section with Corbin. I knew what to expect, I knew I would go the whole 40 weeks. I knew I would be having 1 baby to wake up with at night and feed. Though Jiovan and Corbin are so close they were not new born babies at the same time.. Guess we'll find out! :)<br /><br />And last but not least... How are we supposed to pick 2 names when we couldn't even decide on a name for Corbin until a week AFTER he was born and we were blessing him!?<br /><br /><br />I hear the first year is Hell and then it's fun... <br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/123/A27EE4E4EC30339010F714A45EE72A30.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /></a>The Batistashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17996682562783138525noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8215442571290902935.post-36374099454459961942010-04-13T08:29:00.000-07:002010-04-13T08:36:26.409-07:00terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S8SN3teKYXI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/gbqxlynN-Mw/s1600/bad_day.jpeg.gif"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S8SN3teKYXI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/gbqxlynN-Mw/s400/bad_day.jpeg.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459644636518310258" border="0" /></a><br />Ever have those days where you want to crawl in a hole and hide, somewhere that no one will find you?! Who am I kidding? EVERYONE has to have had a least one of those days. . .<br /><br />Today is that day... Everything the boys are doing is driving me nuts (even if it shouldn't). But i recognize that it is me, not them so I'm just trying to ignore them...<br /><br />However, bedtime will come early tonight. ahhh.<br /><br />Tomorrow is a new day.<br /><br />PS. i really like the book "Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day" . . . I must remember to purchase that one when we get back.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/123/A27EE4E4EC30339010F714A45EE72A30.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /></a>The Batistashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17996682562783138525noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8215442571290902935.post-9904775349547052422010-04-09T02:03:00.000-07:002010-04-09T02:12:45.968-07:00no rufflebutts for me :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S77uE-h7J0I/AAAAAAAAAoI/kYoidYydZps/s1600/ultrasound+19+weeks+025.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S77uE-h7J0I/AAAAAAAAAoI/kYoidYydZps/s400/ultrasound+19+weeks+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458061567691794242" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S77uE0lC1XI/AAAAAAAAAoA/O0aIuAjLIBY/s1600/ultrasound+19+weeks+006.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S77uE0lC1XI/AAAAAAAAAoA/O0aIuAjLIBY/s400/ultrasound+19+weeks+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458061565020525938" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S77uEcOy3OI/AAAAAAAAAn4/GQDBmypZLTI/s1600/ultrasound+19+weeks+038.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S77uEcOy3OI/AAAAAAAAAn4/GQDBmypZLTI/s400/ultrasound+19+weeks+038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458061558484753634" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S77uEFf6hxI/AAAAAAAAAnw/EW9MSrYzgqk/s1600/ultrasound+19+weeks+005.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S77uEFf6hxI/AAAAAAAAAnw/EW9MSrYzgqk/s400/ultrasound+19+weeks+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458061552382543634" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S77uD9RjVLI/AAAAAAAAAno/m9_ZzgKU-Y8/s1600/ultrasound+19+weeks+011.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S77uD9RjVLI/AAAAAAAAAno/m9_ZzgKU-Y8/s400/ultrasound+19+weeks+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458061550174819506" border="0" /></a><br />So our ultrasound wasn't supposed to be until NEXT Thursday but Vic wasn't going to be able to take us so we had to find somewhere else to do it. Luckily we got in sooner!<br /><br />If you can't tell...They are BOTH BOYS! <br /><br />Both have good strong heartbeats and are good size.<br /><br />It's amazing how much you can love them when they aren't even here yet.<br />I've been feeling them move quite a bit more. It's not just the "butterfly" feeling anymore. I'm starting to feel actual kicks/punches.<br /><br />.....Now to name them!<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/123/A27EE4E4EC30339010F714A45EE72A30.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /></a>The Batistashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17996682562783138525noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8215442571290902935.post-31501391550348924142010-03-31T13:12:00.000-07:002010-03-31T13:24:17.616-07:00Wednesday wishes<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Right now I'm just sitting here wishing....</span> </span><br />Wishing it was really warm outside.<br /><br />wishing it was 2 weeks from today (which is the day we get to find out what were having).<br /><br />Wishing Vic would call and say he won his match so I can go to bed.<br />wishing that Vic was here.<br /><br />Wishing these babies weren't making my back ache so terribly so early in the pregnancy.<br /><br />and <span style="font-size:78%;"> secretly</span> wishing one of them is a girl so I can purchase some of these:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S7OvJbAWFzI/AAAAAAAAAng/6Eccphqd_xA/s1600/personalized-ruffle-butt_t_w220_h240.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S7OvJbAWFzI/AAAAAAAAAng/6Eccphqd_xA/s400/personalized-ruffle-butt_t_w220_h240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454896150078691122" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(aren't they the cutest little diaper covers?!) </span><br /></div><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/123/A27EE4E4EC30339010F714A45EE72A30.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /></a>The Batistashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17996682562783138525noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8215442571290902935.post-15164203905702452332010-03-26T01:35:00.000-07:002010-03-26T02:37:32.241-07:00Sunny days make me hungry for Summer!<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">The last week has been filled with beautiful weather! We have been to the park quite a few time and this is by far the best. It feels so good to be at the park when the sun shinning on you makes you warm.<br /><br />Makes me want summer to come even sooner.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S6x8SosmMVI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/HwisKyqPt3c/s1600/spain+005.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S6x8SosmMVI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/HwisKyqPt3c/s400/spain+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452869908442788178" border="0" /></a>This building is across the street from the park. It's old of course but i like to look at it anyways.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S6x7f3CUOBI/AAAAAAAAAnI/JX2sRlV7Y-w/s1600/spain+006.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S6x7f3CUOBI/AAAAAAAAAnI/JX2sRlV7Y-w/s400/spain+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452869036118652946" border="0" /></a>This bridge is just for walking. I love it. It's amazing the things they were able to build without all the machinery we have available now.<br /></div><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S6x6xk85TcI/AAAAAAAAAnA/DQkrjQsbv44/s1600/spain+007.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S6x6xk85TcI/AAAAAAAAAnA/DQkrjQsbv44/s400/spain+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452868240990096834" border="0" /></a> <br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S6x6IepXk_I/AAAAAAAAAm4/MXpqnGdJ_es/s1600/spain+021.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S6x6IepXk_I/AAAAAAAAAm4/MXpqnGdJ_es/s400/spain+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452867534922945522" border="0" /></a> this photo was taken by Corbin.... this was the only one that actually had something other than the sidewalk in it.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S6x5WqHQLkI/AAAAAAAAAmw/AWSM_mly2UM/s1600/spain+026.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5Ne_iInMLA/S6x5WqHQLkI/AAAAAAAAAmw/AWSM_mly2UM/s400/spain+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452866679007620674" border="0" /></a>and this one was courtesy of Jiovan. Not as bad as I expected.<br /></div>The Batistashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17996682562783138525noreply@blogger.com1