tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52672365336343208662024-03-21T22:25:10.515-07:00WhitingWhiting Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037776249059931969noreply@blogger.comBlogger164125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267236533634320866.post-47424832392744586872010-02-23T15:12:00.000-08:002010-02-23T15:16:33.333-08:00Whiting Baby Shower Invite<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKBinD3pTAKwVga81Z1IfnT5sUWJrd82Q34Okr2sTtqMazC6RVg8UGAkcDlFPmD7eaKqfTKrU-qn5Di7OAP_Qi8e2-SfpAV4wDeqhxQX5Qfq6pwRGbroH3u1Cd1LSLNewpfqrTx5RZZSL7/s1600-h/shower.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441581433303544450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKBinD3pTAKwVga81Z1IfnT5sUWJrd82Q34Okr2sTtqMazC6RVg8UGAkcDlFPmD7eaKqfTKrU-qn5Di7OAP_Qi8e2-SfpAV4wDeqhxQX5Qfq6pwRGbroH3u1Cd1LSLNewpfqrTx5RZZSL7/s400/shower.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">created by: Traci Smith Design Studio<br /><a title="http://www.tracismithdesignstudio.com/" href="http://www.tracismithdesignstudio.com/" target="_blank">www.tracismithdesignstudio.com</a></div>Whiting Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037776249059931969noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267236533634320866.post-672794873963527212009-11-03T09:14:00.001-08:002009-11-04T09:02:45.646-08:00Baby #3 is a...<div align="center">Whiting Baby #3 is going to be a...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic3LF4CWRBHTRzZ90H_JTSYeyx522qv9vSlEa_vEFCSsLLluxZYWrT25gQnq7fw5V8X5cOlzsqJfV0k4sLy_Thz4N_T-ElcKqsvmA3yIwRghoXsa20OjsmGq7yib2iIYizOtblCZrjIWVI/s1600-h/361964-main_Full.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400003834205422770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic3LF4CWRBHTRzZ90H_JTSYeyx522qv9vSlEa_vEFCSsLLluxZYWrT25gQnq7fw5V8X5cOlzsqJfV0k4sLy_Thz4N_T-ElcKqsvmA3yIwRghoXsa20OjsmGq7yib2iIYizOtblCZrjIWVI/s320/361964-main_Full.jpg" border="0" /></a>Monday November 2nd (the day that marks J & I's first date back in 2003) was the day we discovered we would be adding a <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">sassy, spoiled, little tom-boy</span></strong> to our family. A perfect fit. The "Big Brothers" are ecstatic and the name tug-of-war is in full effect. Now our focus is <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">PINK</span></strong>, bows, dresses 'n frills...we will leave it up to the "Bothers" to keep our <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">buttercup</span></strong> from getting too girlie. More good news came at our visit when the Dr. talked to us regarding bed rest, puking, bleeding, etc. etc (our issues) and tests & ultrasounds have all come back and we are in the clear...delivery will be normal, baby is perfect, and <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">prayers</span></strong> have been answered. <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">We are truly blessed</span></strong>...and couldn't be more excited...can't you tell!?! </div>Whiting Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037776249059931969noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267236533634320866.post-11705560767618871912009-11-01T08:33:00.003-08:002009-11-03T21:14:26.319-08:00Halloween 2009<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFSYNLjfMNlzpTg26ZscOxDt7kDhIE09pmj328k8cRCpzTAy6nfYZDVRecauMoKCHEdRCmCCr1CT_woffP2whtUFVXHQ9QCABwSfMYkL_64O5dFPDfpI-eoZ-x9bOK_uRSBX9dEUUxzCT-/s1600-h/311.JPG"></a><br /><div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400100568794426066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjwW8YU9I8W60y0N9CVXsp0l-rhp25Vw-YlZeDcDZwocSt67k2dwVoP7WeqZr-l-VAOV2Fl4AoRhC2WJHp_Ugd-EidmRFmgFcgBa88aLN-XM5ZTs5ZZ-NVt8kjXKhPGNFK82xdBZz-nTZf/s200/308.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400103307478068114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJTtGK7SC_PUM-c2e_Z101MT82ulL_HC4JTWSi5cVi8tRnbgScqmM7XdB9AbwJ5Kl8KKVZprVykvmCORYLN_TEovagVOi-w5fpfVIgmK1x0YmPgU2Bjw8p49IpozoV2hekfpTUxpSZajmz/s200/306.JPG" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikZ5cNahyphenhyphenlc7oP0M_FQJ4v9Frphlvf7iBwcOMeEdMEqcVn39H4XHd2uxLdNwKVukgRfi-eTvUsf4EVIIePEQEiGs2DplJGwZxy6ChcGTsaWDVpegiGSmHTdHNnLDX8yRTFsaU0t4NZ9FtN/s1600-h/310.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400100577060939458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikZ5cNahyphenhyphenlc7oP0M_FQJ4v9Frphlvf7iBwcOMeEdMEqcVn39H4XHd2uxLdNwKVukgRfi-eTvUsf4EVIIePEQEiGs2DplJGwZxy6ChcGTsaWDVpegiGSmHTdHNnLDX8yRTFsaU0t4NZ9FtN/s200/310.JPG" border="0" /></a>" Trick-Or-Treat, Smell my feet, <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">Give me something good to eat</span></strong>!" This tune has been ringing through our ears all month long by one little 5 year old that rules our roost. Halloween was filled with parties, cookies - caramel apples - candies, and 2 little <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">super heroes</span></strong> saving the day in our house. <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">1st stop</span></strong> on Halloween- Team "Big Red's" last soccer game, <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">2nd stop</span></strong>-Sydney's 5th birthday party, <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">3rd stop</span></strong>- showing off Batman & Spider man at the Merrells house, <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">4th stop</span></strong>- the ward Trunk-Or-Treat party, and <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">stop #5</span></strong>, the last stop of the night- at Grandma 'n Grandpa Smith's house for one last doorbell ring and "Trick-Or-Treat." Our Halloween equaled fun, sugar, <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">sugar</span></strong>, and more sugar. Can't wait till next year...along with our new addition.<br /><div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzxXC7gSTcsaHLDFs2zIa4fab8uxkfCooz2P1LuxllLHrQ7jneA4O_YCdKYMRGTh2CYYXiapM0e32k9D5kuUSIuAZjCmOy0ufcGDQxkmdR9XE8jZ4Ohs_aijv8XXZAjFFX4qSoWe9C66DV/s1600-h/259.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400100566150757922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzxXC7gSTcsaHLDFs2zIa4fab8uxkfCooz2P1LuxllLHrQ7jneA4O_YCdKYMRGTh2CYYXiapM0e32k9D5kuUSIuAZjCmOy0ufcGDQxkmdR9XE8jZ4Ohs_aijv8XXZAjFFX4qSoWe9C66DV/s200/259.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div>Whiting Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037776249059931969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267236533634320866.post-5580280126540758742009-11-01T08:33:00.001-08:002009-11-03T20:15:56.252-08:00Soccer 2009<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">Soccer 2009</span></strong> existed of a team of 13 players, 3 head coaches, and a random number of winning games this season. Team <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">"Big Red"</span></strong> had a fun time running, kicking, and chasing the ball up 'n down & back again on the soccer field. Mr. JCrew had more than his fair share of good times playing on the field. Whether he was positioned at forward, defender, or goalie...he came with his <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">game face on</span></strong>, his dad coaching by his side, and his fan club cheering him and the rest of the team on along the sidelines. <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">Way to go</span></strong> Team "Big Red" on a fun season. </div>Whiting Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037776249059931969noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267236533634320866.post-53522519715434443082009-10-28T12:05:00.000-07:002009-11-03T19:33:22.018-08:00Pumpkin Faces<div align="center"> It's that time of year when <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">carving pumpkins</span></strong> is a necessity in every home and we have one 5 year old in particular that has been more than eager to cut out his pumpkin face. Our night was set for FHE, dinner gobbled up, pumpkins set out, carving utensils lined up, and away we went <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">cutting, gutting, and detailing</span></strong> our "Jack-O-Lanterns." J & "The Man" worked hard (2+ hours) carving out their wicked flaming Jack and me (with an occasional interest from the little guy) carving out a <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">smiling skeleton</span></strong>. The proof is in the pudding...happy faces from all, pumpkins perfectly carved, and a Family Night well spent. </div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400086192009991906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfDJCeT_R1EMt0rmINHBmxEHSXYceRXW7hZvicZxxno8-ZPgJhPghVZz_xtQ-VjGF3rKbaW0XrlDGy2smZk2Cxrr6X7BxeD3zR-lOHewt-HQrSW3fTm5HvTjbIZlDZdRf9n0XbRqGSEczI/s320/304.JPG" border="0" /></p>Whiting Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037776249059931969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267236533634320866.post-62721103149480994612009-10-21T14:50:00.000-07:002009-11-03T16:07:08.000-08:00Cookie Crazy<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK9aGIIFL8vz9m1-OENEz4K_EaIXdVpQsPap8WJix2CeALIzsNE1GpoQoFv4tGlntD6oxgN63CBRj8ZQIZtWTtig1uW2b99sXc0mi2mfjsJbOrE5-Z-FqVEo6jTFnUvGPl21k6zEzrOXTN/s1600-h/img_6935-version-2_thumb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399552908377398210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK9aGIIFL8vz9m1-OENEz4K_EaIXdVpQsPap8WJix2CeALIzsNE1GpoQoFv4tGlntD6oxgN63CBRj8ZQIZtWTtig1uW2b99sXc0mi2mfjsJbOrE5-Z-FqVEo6jTFnUvGPl21k6zEzrOXTN/s400/img_6935-version-2_thumb.jpg" border="0" /></a> Cookie crazy, coo-coo, in over my head with dough. What started out as a <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">pregnancy craving</span></strong> turned into a ridiculous cookie baking project. I had more than enough help with 2 little monsters that added to the <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">"work"</span></strong> of making over 130+ Halloween sugar cookies...who new doubling my mother's recipe would produce me with that much dough rolling, shape stamping, and <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">cookie baking chaos</span></strong>! Although it created a fun family night it also created flour covered, dough 'n cookie eatin', little messes named Crew & Trip. Next time I will remind my <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">"craving"</span></strong> that doubling the sugar cookie recipe is more work than its worth...even though...they are just that good! <br /><br /></div>Whiting Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037776249059931969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267236533634320866.post-31409646695084562372009-10-21T14:49:00.000-07:002009-11-03T19:22:23.524-08:00Pumpkin Pick'n At the Garden<div align="center"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCqbg-NputHog7RZyEH39qW4-SAwbU9Pq0lOkIrsWIUHNYPKqOV6rf7R07qLIl-6sPkQ0etIOYTKW1mnv_WzJhFsVP_JNTS0oD605pewHLQBfMROYzm4Qvl9m-J5fuQub_EFwxmGl0O-mi/s1600-h/209.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400082646020002562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCqbg-NputHog7RZyEH39qW4-SAwbU9Pq0lOkIrsWIUHNYPKqOV6rf7R07qLIl-6sPkQ0etIOYTKW1mnv_WzJhFsVP_JNTS0oD605pewHLQBfMROYzm4Qvl9m-J5fuQub_EFwxmGl0O-mi/s320/209.JPG" border="0" /></a> This weekend Grandma n Grandpa Smith <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">invited</span></strong> the boys out to the garden to get thier pick of pumpkins that they grew for all the grandchildren. Crew found many that were <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">"just perfect,"</span></strong> Trip was a little more interested in finding the <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">bugs</span></strong> in the garden rather than finding the pumpkins, and S & J snatched a couple of thier own from the patch to carve for themselves. And just before leaving, Mr. JCrew put in one request to Grandma: to turn one of her pumpkins into a <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">pumpkin pie</span></strong>...just for him! Thanks Grams n Gramps for the pumpkins!!! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400083441326852290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjipvyp_ke_LZd78v98mei4ojoFCSCvghYc7V1BhZ6LI6xS3Xy_aZKW163KhkE7Pmt3LJjABdWy_lV5jC8kDYlJ-sDrhslmw1biMluYTZitDNXdoq3cOLe4tuSOTUHDRnuUh52IyipkXWtB/s320/208.JPG" border="0" /></div>Whiting Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037776249059931969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267236533634320866.post-29527479704290344902009-10-13T14:34:00.001-07:002009-11-03T15:08:39.032-08:00Perfect Pumpkin<div align="center">Rebel #1 went on his 1st Kindergarten field trip to the <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">Willis Farm</span></strong>. Kindergartner's got the opportunity to make their merry way through the pumpkin patch and find themselves that <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">"perfect pumpkin"</span></strong> to take home with them. The Rule: no pickin' pumpkins that you (the kindergartner) could not carry home &/or to the bus themselves. This I already new and prepped our little man on what and how to find his pumpkin in the patch that would be just right for him. So he was off, and I was <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">eagerly</span></strong> awaiting his arrival home with his pick. 11 o'clock came and Crew climbing off the bus...with pumpkin in arms...squeals and giggles of excitement, his great pumpkin pickin' accomplishment was relayed to me, <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">"Mom, I just did it! I found the most perfect pumpkin out there!!!"</span></strong> And it was just "perfect."</div>Whiting Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037776249059931969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267236533634320866.post-68699777089107985042009-09-24T10:42:00.001-07:002009-11-03T14:42:03.039-08:00When life hands you lemons...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLe9kDjpSnRx8w6Q7Cb0kumzYlFwa_cenzpjjC8rJ97-YToeiJ5KKdnLLrGStUjhiJ1XyKPxe0F-86t-__fYPm5ZzTCyNNYAYL7d-xm_w7fv41K4qoV6lH_b2tExGqVXRJtTpHaQLMXRrz/s1600-h/lemonade.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399548703289975698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLe9kDjpSnRx8w6Q7Cb0kumzYlFwa_cenzpjjC8rJ97-YToeiJ5KKdnLLrGStUjhiJ1XyKPxe0F-86t-__fYPm5ZzTCyNNYAYL7d-xm_w7fv41K4qoV6lH_b2tExGqVXRJtTpHaQLMXRrz/s320/lemonade.jpg" border="0" /></a> When life hands us lemons, we make lemonade....<strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">gallons of it</span></strong>. The Whiting household has been plagued. We are down and out...S is on bed rest & has developed the flu, the <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">"wild things"</span></strong> are snot stricken & sick, and the <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">"glue"</span></strong> that has been holding all of us together has kidney stones. We have been hit with a ton of bricks...this is the vision of our chaos: ALL bundled up in our beds, <strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#660000;">tissues</span><span style="color:#660000;"> 'n puke buckets</span></span></strong> near by, loaded on meds, and waiting for this to pass us by one way or the other. We are just thankful we live near to family and have friends that are sympathetic in our distress. "This too shall pass..." and we will look back and laugh at the week from Hell in the Whiting Household <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">:)</span></strong> <br /><br /></div>Whiting Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037776249059931969noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267236533634320866.post-40543728204076633002009-09-14T14:54:00.001-07:002009-11-02T09:21:05.660-08:00A Bun is in the Oven<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHKFmFwxZrtipzpvnpWo9nQ061kcjX7qCphPijny4q8_ZOI7YC0aNUtiXbZM5kCoF6F_oksFX-Bk0JPkIUNqQjIt_rqoLh_SZ-rDa3trCtThBWVVwMPdrM-C99f8G6IIjhxFqCstjp96y6/s1600-h/Bun+in+the+Oven.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399547009344770786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHKFmFwxZrtipzpvnpWo9nQ061kcjX7qCphPijny4q8_ZOI7YC0aNUtiXbZM5kCoF6F_oksFX-Bk0JPkIUNqQjIt_rqoLh_SZ-rDa3trCtThBWVVwMPdrM-C99f8G6IIjhxFqCstjp96y6/s320/Bun+in+the+Oven.jpg" border="0" /></a> A Bun is cookin' in the oven at the Whiting house. This will make <span style="color:#660000;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">"Bun" #3</span></strong> <span style="color:#000000;">and boys are excited to have an addition to our already existing chaos.</span></span> As tradition goes with my pregnancies I tend to get a little sick (that may be an understatement...I get a lot sick), so IF you haven't already suspected we have been carrying around a <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">secret</span></strong> now its out in the open. I had my 1st OB/baby check up visit this week and this is our delima: those of you that have been in on our secret know I have been spotting/bleeding sporadically throughout this pregnancy along with being very very sick. In this Dr. visit we were hoping to get answers to the cause of bleeding and being reassured that everything is okay with the baby. Well...first attempts at finding the heartbeat were negative (which was a little devastating for me) they sent me right away to the ultrasound tech there in the office and she did a vag. procedure to get images and attempt to hear the heartbeat...which was an instant success and good news. Heartbeat was very strong and the <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">baby</span></strong> is growing and developing fine (and we are actually a week further along in the pregnancy than we thought <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">:)</span></strong> ). BUT, there was a concern that the Dr. later discussed with me...where the placenta has decided to attach and the sight of the bleed is right at my cervix...not the best place for it to be...the concerns = IF we begin bleeding continuous the chances of miscarriage are inevitable....IF I continue to carry this baby with the tear remaining were it is this makes out for a very risky <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">c-section delivery</span></strong>, the Dr. will have to "make his move very fast" as he will be cutting through more tissues/and in a more dangerous area than usual (Good news is he has done this surgery before on several women and has been successful his words, "it's not easy but we will be successful.")...AND/OR... what we are praying for (and asking all of you to keep us in your prayers) is that as the baby& placenta continue to grow that the sight of the tear will be pushed upward and to the side making surgery/delivery a much better ( and less scary) experience. I have been placed on complete pelvic bed rest and may remain down for the extent of the pregnancy. We are confident in our Dr. and following his guidance to get this baby here healthy and happy. We would appreciate it if you would remember us in your <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">prayers</span></strong>...and are relying on the Lord to help us(me) keep it together...we got a long 9 months(actually 6 months) ahead of us. We love you guys, Jason, Shanda, & Fam. <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">THANKS.<br /></span></strong><br /><div align="center"></div></div>Whiting Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037776249059931969noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267236533634320866.post-2810335748115751472009-09-12T09:18:00.001-07:002009-11-02T08:31:11.050-08:00100 Club<div align="center">Counting to <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">100</span></strong> is a BIG accomplishment...at least in Mrs. Tanner's Kindergarten class. Mr. JCrew has been bragging since the 1st day of school that he can count to 100 and was ready to be in <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">"The Club"</span></strong> (plus pick out his 100 items from the treasure box for his BIG reward). So the day finally arrived when he was given the opportunity to show his stuff...and he did. Crew is now officially a member of <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">Mrs. Tanner's 100 Club</span></strong>. Their couldn't be a kid any prouder...and parents too!!!</div>Whiting Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037776249059931969noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267236533634320866.post-87365072782092893842009-09-10T09:12:00.000-07:002009-11-02T08:09:33.988-08:00Virgil Whiting Reunion<div align="center">The <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">Whiting Homestead</span></strong>, is a place that is sacred to many and holds memories that can't be sold. Our family was found on Labor Day weekend at the <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">Virgil Whiting Family Reunion</span></strong>. Cousins, Aunts, Uncles, the dirt, rain, & mud were all in attendance (minus me a couple of days - I was a little too sick to rough it...wink wink. ) My "Fellas" loved the homestead, getting acquainted with cousins, the dirt, and becoming real <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">mountain men</span></strong>! They had all kinds of fun, dancing a jig, listening to stories, crawdad fishing, having mud fights, launching water balloons and roughing it up with ALL the boys!!! I am so thankful to be a part of such a rich heritage of family. I know my <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">'Whiting Boys'</span></strong> can't wait to go again. </div>Whiting Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037776249059931969noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267236533634320866.post-10741823226394359442009-09-03T11:58:00.001-07:002009-11-03T19:27:56.469-08:00Lil' Artist<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmG1l5yVKeoGAOREFwN7mvRNzhA6vQxSVgW3e26__sbTqPnryza37fc4uVYWzGguEuOD5m0M1ie6v5BpvHCNjIBAnaDWFMMwXwnG9qUh0jx8jCEcQyFJn9oQxPIolwvex04IuVsPkM3rGu/s1600-h/178.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400084836296723010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmG1l5yVKeoGAOREFwN7mvRNzhA6vQxSVgW3e26__sbTqPnryza37fc4uVYWzGguEuOD5m0M1ie6v5BpvHCNjIBAnaDWFMMwXwnG9qUh0jx8jCEcQyFJn9oQxPIolwvex04IuVsPkM3rGu/s320/178.JPG" border="0" /></a> It must be a <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">right of passage</span></strong> in every 2 year old life to get their crafty little hands on a pair of crayons, markers, makeup, etc. and smear it along walls, legs, arms, furniture, etc. etc. - It fathoms me that our little artist will find these messy 'applicators' when these items are clearly out of sight, out of reach, and locked away!!! We got to break this bad habit of <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">our little Picasso's</span></strong> coloring his legs & arms & the house before I loose all sanity scrubbing away at <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">little scribbles</span></strong>. </div>Whiting Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037776249059931969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267236533634320866.post-41009265124384349662009-08-17T12:04:00.001-07:002009-11-01T20:45:39.427-08:00Lucky Me<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjosP2rOftJmhiJhix3ULSbpM8hSdVecUwhAdvogKF1U3txNNU0LxlyLEdKE3C9jhRIYbvpzcfarKfaEsmsIQywJ8YeO9FKqTaeO0F-BHlJbb-rjqxjxMlm0woS3TpGI6NJn-Lr0sZXYYK8/s1600-h/winner-win.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399356793852744050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjosP2rOftJmhiJhix3ULSbpM8hSdVecUwhAdvogKF1U3txNNU0LxlyLEdKE3C9jhRIYbvpzcfarKfaEsmsIQywJ8YeO9FKqTaeO0F-BHlJbb-rjqxjxMlm0woS3TpGI6NJn-Lr0sZXYYK8/s320/winner-win.jpg" border="0" /></a> So traditionally I am not one who is <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">fortunate</span></strong> enough to enter into a random drawing and actually win anything. In fact, I tend to be cynical in regards to throwing my money away into a few tickets to be tossed into hundreds that then gets randomly pulled out...and as lessons have been learned...I do not EVER WIN ( I leave the luck up to Big J)!!! That is until I attended the annual <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">Snowflake/Taylor Business Expo-Preparedness Fair</span></strong> and was convinced to donate my $5 into a drawing. Big J already had the stench of victory all over him after a big win on a Kurt Warner Cardinals jersey. So, a little eager for the 'wife' to gamble on a picture of Christ, he urged me to put all my tickets in to attempt to win this beautifully framed piece of art. My tickets were dropped into the jar, regretfully, and the drawing was made....I didn't believe it at first (probably because they were not pronouncing my name correctly) until fingers were all pointing at me. I was elated!!! My <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">1st</span></strong> REAL big win!!! Luck was on my side...finally!!! </div>Whiting Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037776249059931969noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267236533634320866.post-67579157371021297882009-08-14T14:02:00.000-07:002009-11-01T20:12:54.207-08:00Sonic Bandit<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg42THDB-LS_uf9HS-T3G_cThmruN7K3AktV1nHf7ZLlhYoFTd89fqU3goD09ieKq9rPVRbGMNqDtrN7BQcvh6QMyOoSkyV7bb20Fq-gy5C-oU6NSUMED8Myoh62FKlye08xkppmC0Hy2JL/s1600-h/sonic.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399341268427880738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg42THDB-LS_uf9HS-T3G_cThmruN7K3AktV1nHf7ZLlhYoFTd89fqU3goD09ieKq9rPVRbGMNqDtrN7BQcvh6QMyOoSkyV7bb20Fq-gy5C-oU6NSUMED8Myoh62FKlye08xkppmC0Hy2JL/s320/sonic.bmp" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">The Plan:</span></strong> take the rebels to the park to celebrate our 1st days back to school. <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">The Story:</span></strong> we arrive at the park, early evening, along with many other families that seemed to have the same plan as us. Kids ran around laughing, playing, and recognizing one another from classes, to the playground, to bus rides home. All is well, that is until <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">Dun...Dun...dun...</span></strong>I catch a glimpse of my son, Trip, eyeing a near by picnic table loaded with an innocent families dinner from Sonic. I think nothing of it other than <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">hmmm</span>...we should pick up dinner after we leave. I do a double take as I hear laughter coming from Trip's recent location...our little rebel had sprinted towards the table, taken it upon himself to climb into the middle of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">their</span> table to <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">feast</span></strong> on their leftovers!!! <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Humiliated</span> (and killing from laughter <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">inside</span>) I run over to table <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">apologizing</span>...thank goodness the victims were more than welcoming to invite the <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">"Crasher"</span></strong> to dinner with them. So <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">next</span> time you bring your meal from Sonic to the park...beware of the <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">"Sonic Bandit"</span></strong> that may be stalking the playground!!! <br /><br /></div>Whiting Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037776249059931969noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267236533634320866.post-82688653338316436372009-08-10T14:30:00.002-07:002009-10-30T10:26:25.670-07:00Kindergarten's Here!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGwDFbbC6OZxPvJgcqi7qt2_uAJctFcJk1yjzhTnRuL9idgjpfOrCIhxpYsCUcnN7FBOPUNnJHrZV6UnbQCSNAgRQQLTEG2w45Dkd_fv7tMCsvUkDdUgv-Y76rlG-BlaNcqEQqJYeibYGd/s1600-h/school-sign-green-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398445446457748338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGwDFbbC6OZxPvJgcqi7qt2_uAJctFcJk1yjzhTnRuL9idgjpfOrCIhxpYsCUcnN7FBOPUNnJHrZV6UnbQCSNAgRQQLTEG2w45Dkd_fv7tMCsvUkDdUgv-Y76rlG-BlaNcqEQqJYeibYGd/s320/school-sign-green-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a> Well, the day has come. The tears have been shed (All by me, of course. Didn't you know, <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">"Kindergartner's don't cry when they go to school."),</span></strong> his shoes tied tight, back-pack strapped on, and the much anticipated day of attending Kindergarten has arrived. Our little boy (excuse me, Big Boy) is off on a new <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">adventure</span></strong>...new school, new friends to meet, new things to learn. What Fun! Almost makes me want to go back to Kindergarten...almost, I said ;) I can't wait to hear the stories of his <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">1st day of school</span></strong>!!!</div>Whiting Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037776249059931969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267236533634320866.post-90354273429730422562009-08-10T14:30:00.001-07:002009-10-30T10:36:19.245-07:00New Church Calling<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">2+ years</span></strong> walking through the halls of church, enjoying <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="color:#660000;">Relief Society</span></strong>,</span> chatting it up with the ladies in the lounge, and now the day has come when I have yet again been assigned a <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">"Calling."</span></strong> Always a little nervous when the Bishop calls you into his office not knowing what he will ask of you....BUT, I couldn't have been more excited when he uttered the words Primary. I love the primary kids and was assigned to teach the 7-8year olds (such a fun age and always fun to celebrate and witness their baptisms). I am thrilled to take on the<strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"> new challenge</span></strong> of 13+ boys and girls to teach in primary.</div><div align="center"> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398438242171297650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwUj5Cjfi7T0TbVRMYhJ34xr95FqXdrtiRakPVpwEZI6pRpKvrzdighXdvSP0BK5I2eAGfs9DeHVm5NrttD1RR3bEZMHPxk_i8S16EgWKdKzNkmX9_D8NyCc7qCFFW4iurIJWB4t5A8sWP/s320/02ctr.gif" border="0" /></div>Whiting Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037776249059931969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267236533634320866.post-88306111371210134692009-08-10T14:29:00.000-07:002009-10-30T13:19:41.141-07:00Retirement<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQR9kadKwPRsqLa9rf6UHU9b5bedvkkJHQNRdsgR1C4FFLdFh7ENYidmRzHaXuCegGXfSTCFqXPW6xfATGJQxDYen1SPbLFxeCreN1XxB97fUdHBmYaizbI-HpE1kR4qZPrI5u13kdVvdy/s1600-h/dad.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398451357839183330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQR9kadKwPRsqLa9rf6UHU9b5bedvkkJHQNRdsgR1C4FFLdFh7ENYidmRzHaXuCegGXfSTCFqXPW6xfATGJQxDYen1SPbLFxeCreN1XxB97fUdHBmYaizbI-HpE1kR4qZPrI5u13kdVvdy/s320/dad.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">After 40+ years (43 to be exact) of doing <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">"A big ol' pile of shift work"</span></strong> Pop's actually retired (to many peoples surprise) from the Paper Mill in Snowflake. The fam threw him a surprise retirement party in red, white, and blue...in celebration of his <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">"Sweet Freedom"</span></strong> from work. There were over a hundred people who showed up to support him and celebrate his retirement. I think we all laughed and cried at the stories that MANY felt <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">"inspired"</span></strong> to tell about our Dad and his selfless service he has provided throughout his life thus far. We expect him to start making the rounds to see his grand kids. NO MORE: Work seven to three - Three to eleven - Eleven to seven - A big ol' pile of shift work! <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">Congrats Dad.</span></strong> </div>Whiting Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037776249059931969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267236533634320866.post-71336954370014647122009-07-27T08:46:00.003-07:002009-10-30T09:40:19.647-07:00Church Talk<div align="center">Future missionary Mr. JCrew gave his <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">1st </span></strong>church talk in primary on Sunday. Lots of practice repeating the 2min. story was spent between BIG J, the "Man", and I all week so he could have his speech in his head and ready for his debut. Sunday morning came, his shoes were shined up, <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">tie on straight</span></strong>, talk in hand, and come time for primary delivered his talk with enthusiasm (along with a little help from mom, as his assistant, holding up pics). <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"> Congratulations</span></strong> Crew, we are so proud of you and hope that your enthusiasm for talking in church continues throughout life.</div>Whiting Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037776249059931969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267236533634320866.post-80522447972698421592009-07-27T08:46:00.001-07:002009-10-29T14:11:15.095-07:00St. Johns Pioneer Days 2009<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglFnXYpgsAZTTZjsOv4rlla0PCbWosxlQ2Gxfvt8l10AQKd1MW7VLF5P2tiBuSq_9uXrZWLLPDxjrsf_lMjYfvs0jjIimRhBSym5EIwfP_2Gw4Ht42GOs5NPtMtROfHHj13deZbgI_WEJ0/s1600-h/holger-leue-dusty-horse-carriage-trek-mormon-pioneer-wagon-train-to-utah-near-south-pass-wyoming.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398132094764966850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglFnXYpgsAZTTZjsOv4rlla0PCbWosxlQ2Gxfvt8l10AQKd1MW7VLF5P2tiBuSq_9uXrZWLLPDxjrsf_lMjYfvs0jjIimRhBSym5EIwfP_2Gw4Ht42GOs5NPtMtROfHHj13deZbgI_WEJ0/s320/holger-leue-dusty-horse-carriage-trek-mormon-pioneer-wagon-train-to-utah-near-south-pass-wyoming.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">St. Johns Pioneer Days 2009</span></strong> (short n sweet) = the fam, campfire cirlce, <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">Corky's</span></strong>, a little service work, late night games, and enjoying the <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">parade</span></strong> - the laughs of cousins playing together - and the "Stations" crushed ice.<br /><div align="center"></div></div>Whiting Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037776249059931969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267236533634320866.post-63125399834067928682009-07-21T17:18:00.001-07:002009-10-29T13:48:46.068-07:00Snowflake Pioneer Days 2009<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMNfv7vUa_-YkkGJhRpfy8-Qqa-tdk9gVfN7yAqeLYD14K8wptyTE-M0BMDQkKXAhpKhEnJdEBB8iDFz7xA7fa-OTouj48m0BYrZ2dWTdbR2TaJqPOCo6b9LMtI1IAH1OMW48oZECHFsm0/s1600-h/pioneer-day.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384329596277637010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMNfv7vUa_-YkkGJhRpfy8-Qqa-tdk9gVfN7yAqeLYD14K8wptyTE-M0BMDQkKXAhpKhEnJdEBB8iDFz7xA7fa-OTouj48m0BYrZ2dWTdbR2TaJqPOCo6b9LMtI1IAH1OMW48oZECHFsm0/s320/pioneer-day.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">Snowflake Pioneer Days 2009</span></strong> (in a "nut-shell") = family, food, <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">parades</span></strong>, church softball championships, remembering our heritage, and of course wrapping up loose ends with a rodeo & fireworks show.<br /></div>Whiting Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037776249059931969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267236533634320866.post-55374184280367267782009-07-14T13:32:00.001-07:002009-09-21T14:54:21.204-07:00SHOTS<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOEjLyJuUnv5dKvM2nzzpF-Ru7_iTa-0Ielw3DSuSe-IKV8bGk0VIuYJup2JPfskSUAijDs5WO79uNc0HFmdQeKF86wYX56dsyjPUA5CRS4wHyUJZxoEPe7WFRs6O7UrOQQjPr81vN5TMi/s1600-h/needles.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384028394216802418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOEjLyJuUnv5dKvM2nzzpF-Ru7_iTa-0Ielw3DSuSe-IKV8bGk0VIuYJup2JPfskSUAijDs5WO79uNc0HFmdQeKF86wYX56dsyjPUA5CRS4wHyUJZxoEPe7WFRs6O7UrOQQjPr81vN5TMi/s320/needles.jpg" border="0" /></a> The most dreaded words in our little rebel 5 year old's vocabulary is...Back to School Shots! A right of passage that we all (or most) get the dreaded opportunity to endure through before entering the long awaited journey into Kindergarten. I prepped our rebel in on the big talk of <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">"all 'Tough Guy's' get Shots for Kindergarten speech"</span></strong> before heading out for the dramatic experience which was about to occur. A little paper work, a little distraction, and a quick pinch, sting, and tears later we both survived the most unfortunate duties of our back to school check list. The worst of it is over...know he's off to Kindergarten in a few short weeks!!! <br /><br /><br /></div>Whiting Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037776249059931969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267236533634320866.post-46564305313953836992009-07-06T08:30:00.001-07:002009-09-21T13:40:48.889-07:00Independence Day<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsS9Q4x5l22FVb9AXfXf1FB7C3WfLN7z44ZowttFV9bc796nwPAhhgv84arSJ4hdV7ET_ct58y7ooqli4t8Q6iM_z_Mc4L-E4JeepVzcv1326j7FYoRc3v9Bauqn8FQFic9xwXcuFLQpt4/s1600-h/Independence_Day_Declaration_of_Independence.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382529553104470738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsS9Q4x5l22FVb9AXfXf1FB7C3WfLN7z44ZowttFV9bc796nwPAhhgv84arSJ4hdV7ET_ct58y7ooqli4t8Q6iM_z_Mc4L-E4JeepVzcv1326j7FYoRc3v9Bauqn8FQFic9xwXcuFLQpt4/s320/Independence_Day_Declaration_of_Independence.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Fireworks, picnics, parades, barbecues, and rodeos are only a few of the many fun traditions tied to the <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">4th of July</span></strong>. Bright and early Independence morning a great Feast was dished at Papa & Nana Smithies house. Decorated with flags, streamers, and everything <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">red, white, and blue,</span></strong> all the grand kids (and adults) were feeling the holiday spirit. The remainder of the day was spent roaming the mountain enjoying the festivities. And of course we ended the night in the best All American Spirit... BBQing with extended family, lighting off a few <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">fireworks</span></strong> of our own (shhhh...), and listening to the ooh & ahhhs of the kids under the firework show. What better way to celebrate our independence than with family. <br /></div>Whiting Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037776249059931969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267236533634320866.post-25486523793921858932009-06-29T10:18:00.000-07:002009-09-17T12:55:53.886-07:00TRANSFORMERS 2<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEsvwjCBP0B8eICBv9PN13mSNnlhjRn9guEOw8JoylS2dzVy9Mpzi1WAAKyPzNMmDEghJoCeoUaMDMf8NVi05JIhicTh7goPcE_fbe9WnuGCE0UIVSD62siOS2snaSQ2olonwWadRufxMj/s1600-h/transformers-2-poster_344x485.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376927109647712018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEsvwjCBP0B8eICBv9PN13mSNnlhjRn9guEOw8JoylS2dzVy9Mpzi1WAAKyPzNMmDEghJoCeoUaMDMf8NVi05JIhicTh7goPcE_fbe9WnuGCE0UIVSD62siOS2snaSQ2olonwWadRufxMj/s320/transformers-2-poster_344x485.jpg" border="0" /></a>Every household that contains testosterone within its walls has been anticipating the arrival of <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">TRANSFORMERS II</span></strong> (the Revenge of the Fallen). The recap of our date night went something along the lines of this: Husband <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">+</span></strong> Wife <span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"><strong>+</strong></span> a little added baggage named Crew <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">=</span></strong> a little drive to the Movie Theater, paid for our tickets, picked up our popcorn & drinks at the concession stand (a must do for any movie), staked out our seats, settled down for entertainment, watched Crew get his first on screen crush on Megan Fox, <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">holding hands & sharing popcorn</span></strong> with the one I love, and feeding into the cheers of oohs & ahhs of our little 5 year old boys excitement while the "good-bots" beat up the "bad"-bots and won. I don't know who was the better date, the one who paid for it or the one that made it so entertaining...they'll have to settle for a tie.<br /></div>Whiting Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037776249059931969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267236533634320866.post-33774371200469120862009-06-15T21:04:00.001-07:002009-09-17T11:43:24.231-07:00Little Slugger<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTkGpA2lFFaDrtv_tjPoQBT4ObJAa0hmivPg0lXvdoqajcBHWO87cNRYM-s7-J91rbmg2hFJjnz8jHlgo0UY8_89WrnvdEH6TEyCKiPeb9kB3jk8KRoqy6r4nw4WD6VYYGr0rSA55aFB82/s1600-h/tball.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376927604698520786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTkGpA2lFFaDrtv_tjPoQBT4ObJAa0hmivPg0lXvdoqajcBHWO87cNRYM-s7-J91rbmg2hFJjnz8jHlgo0UY8_89WrnvdEH6TEyCKiPeb9kB3jk8KRoqy6r4nw4WD6VYYGr0rSA55aFB82/s320/tball.jpg" border="0" /></a> T-ball season has come to an end. Mr. JCrew laced up his cleats, <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">slapped on his ball cap</span></strong>, and carried his glove out on the field one last time. Although our little 5 year old got a little bored with the game halfway through the season and not to mention a little distracted while waiting to catch a ball or get a hit during games, he still loved playing with his little team-mates. He stuck with it, he loved it, and looked so handsome while <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">hittin' dingers</span></strong> at the park! <br /><br /></div>Whiting Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04037776249059931969noreply@blogger.com0