tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27620387512385733462024-03-13T11:33:31.304-07:00HerleanHerlean Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13484323254261277386noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762038751238573346.post-57753727905206617332009-11-09T13:25:00.000-08:002009-11-09T13:33:00.379-08:00Sweetest Little Thing<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Cash is the best baby in the world (knock on wood). He is so content and happy and he sleeps pretty good for a newborn. I am so lucky because Cole has taken a turn for the worse. He is suddenly throwing tantrums and screaming and hitting me. I know its a hard adjustment for him, it was always just me and him hanging out all day, now he has to share, but come on! <div>Here are a few favorite pics of Cash. I just want to squeeze this little baby all of the time.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SviKBhV3vAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/lQ-Dm0JXPWs/s400/Herlean_Cash_0124filmbw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402219511765515266" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SviKBLHeXpI/AAAAAAAAAko/tULNTsNEsgs/s400/LSP_Herlean_Cash_0072bw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402219505799552658" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SviKA3Ty1sI/AAAAAAAAAkg/2-FcZe1UKuI/s400/LSP_Herlean_Cash_0041.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402219500482516674" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SviKAhHusHI/AAAAAAAAAkY/rcBIXM59fv4/s400/LSP_Herlean_Cash_0015bw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402219494526333042" /></div><div><br /></div>Herlean Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13484323254261277386noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762038751238573346.post-7894481948368407002009-10-31T16:25:00.000-07:002009-10-31T16:34:08.938-07:00Cash<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Here is a little collage of pics of Cash. My friend took them and has offered me a giveaway. She will give me a free 8x10 if I can get 25 comments on her blog. She recently posted about 5 other pics of Cash on her blog so if you could go there and comment on the beautiful pictures of Cash then I would greatly appreciate it. You can click <a href="http://www.leslistreets.typepad.com/photography/">here</a> to go to her site. Thanks all. Here are a few pictures of my beautiful new baby boy.<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SuzI4O9wv1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/lh0rjedhH9E/s400/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398910921725755218" /><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SuzI3nvYEfI/AAAAAAAAAkI/A1sXL44wdx0/s400/coleandcash.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398910911196434930" /></div>Herlean Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13484323254261277386noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762038751238573346.post-33479982597524643582009-10-07T18:00:00.001-07:002009-10-07T18:07:33.902-07:00Here He Is!!Cash is here. 7 lbs. 8 oz. and 20.5 inches long. He was born a week ago but it's been hard for me to get around to doing this. He is such a good baby, and such a blessing in our family. I'm not going to lie, I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed with 4 kids but I'll get it figured out. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/Ss06pK75tMI/AAAAAAAAAkA/nfzXwiLFaAM/s1600-h/DSCF0457.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/_W7QL0wU-x3g/Ss06pK75tMI/AAAAAAAAAkA/nfzXwiLFaAM/s400/DSCF0457.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390028808016999618" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/Ss06odd8aGI/AAAAAAAAAj4/7Aj-coPPECQ/s1600-h/DSCF0455.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/_W7QL0wU-x3g/Ss06odd8aGI/AAAAAAAAAj4/7Aj-coPPECQ/s400/DSCF0455.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390028795811752034" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/Ss06n8JsmfI/AAAAAAAAAjw/yEcV_QvXGNk/s1600-h/DSCF0440.JPG"><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/_W7QL0wU-x3g/Ss06n8JsmfI/AAAAAAAAAjw/yEcV_QvXGNk/s400/DSCF0440.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390028786868460018" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/Ss06nF98GqI/AAAAAAAAAjo/GFKiggHP09o/s1600-h/DSCF0442.JPG"><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/_W7QL0wU-x3g/Ss06nF98GqI/AAAAAAAAAjo/GFKiggHP09o/s400/DSCF0442.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390028772323629730" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/Ss06mkFUHtI/AAAAAAAAAjg/erj978N5w7A/s1600-h/DSCF0438.JPG"><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/_W7QL0wU-x3g/Ss06mkFUHtI/AAAAAAAAAjg/erj978N5w7A/s400/DSCF0438.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390028763227758290" /></a>Herlean Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13484323254261277386noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762038751238573346.post-35890886545409745212009-09-11T15:52:00.000-07:002009-09-11T15:58:49.632-07:00Baby #48 months pregnant. could I be any bigger? he's almost done cooking. i can't wait to see what this little guy is going to be like.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SqrU5wSv0-I/AAAAAAAAAjY/KP7t9Q9WQFU/s1600-h/DSCF0377.JPG"><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/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SqrU5wSv0-I/AAAAAAAAAjY/KP7t9Q9WQFU/s400/DSCF0377.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380346793528644578" /></a>Herlean Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13484323254261277386noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762038751238573346.post-10566572796625611742009-08-05T17:14:00.000-07:002009-08-05T17:24:27.394-07:00Catch up!Ok, so I have been getting crap from some friends to update the old blog. I told them that it has been so long since it has been updated that I don't even know where to begin. I can't possibly update everything that has happened in the last three months!! So whats important enough? I still have no clue. So I thought of the only thing that is REALLY important in life. <div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SnohJxUV0WI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/8IsrrifBjKU/s400/2009-ultrasound_0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366638357706559842" /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SnohJmVRMnI/AAAAAAAAAjI/Xpu_JprCVaw/s400/2009-ultrasound.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366638354757661298" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So this is Herlean baby #4. A healthy baby boy. Due October 9th but I will definitely be doing all I can to get the sucker out way before that date. So there you go. We are very excited to have another addition. Maile started crying when the radiologist said the baby was a boy. She wants a sister so bad. We have tried to tell her that now she is going to be the only princess in the family and she will never have to share a room. Hopefully she can get excited about him before he comes.</div>Herlean Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13484323254261277386noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762038751238573346.post-23150172533422116082009-05-11T13:17:00.000-07:002009-05-11T13:26:04.980-07:00Easter pics '09Here are some pictures of the kids that my friend took. Love them! I just want to squeeze them when I look at them.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SgiJvoO4XqI/AAAAAAAAAjA/yXAmCw6KxcU/s1600-h/20090502_0200_bw.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SgiJvoO4XqI/AAAAAAAAAjA/yXAmCw6KxcU/s400/20090502_0200_bw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334665209967042210" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SgiJvaFszPI/AAAAAAAAAi4/KQ7MpCyoHzk/s1600-h/20090502_0228.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SgiJvaFszPI/AAAAAAAAAi4/KQ7MpCyoHzk/s400/20090502_0228.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334665206170438898" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SgiJu_nnjVI/AAAAAAAAAiw/JTpGYsQEpwc/s1600-h/20090502_0127+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SgiJu_nnjVI/AAAAAAAAAiw/JTpGYsQEpwc/s400/20090502_0127+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334665199064943954" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SgiJulZ9nCI/AAAAAAAAAio/0bSa9-jIpeg/s1600-h/20090502_0152_bw.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SgiJulZ9nCI/AAAAAAAAAio/0bSa9-jIpeg/s400/20090502_0152_bw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334665192028347426" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SgiJuH41KjI/AAAAAAAAAig/QUAq9SwhcRo/s1600-h/20090502_0043_tocropsquare.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SgiJuH41KjI/AAAAAAAAAig/QUAq9SwhcRo/s400/20090502_0043_tocropsquare.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334665184104753714" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SgiI1morJ-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/NjLWod8BPMk/s1600-h/20090502_0075_10x10_sepia.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SgiI1morJ-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/NjLWod8BPMk/s400/20090502_0075_10x10_sepia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334664213105944546" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SgiI1f18EXI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/2SDY-zhMsS4/s1600-h/20090502_0071.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SgiI1f18EXI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/2SDY-zhMsS4/s400/20090502_0071.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334664211282530674" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SgiI07MYq_I/AAAAAAAAAiI/efSA9S-L__Y/s1600-h/20090502_0041.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SgiI07MYq_I/AAAAAAAAAiI/efSA9S-L__Y/s400/20090502_0041.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334664201444568050" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SgiI0g4aE5I/AAAAAAAAAiA/ZAAWIAtMg-M/s1600-h/20090502_0036.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SgiI0g4aE5I/AAAAAAAAAiA/ZAAWIAtMg-M/s400/20090502_0036.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334664194381452178" /></a>Herlean Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13484323254261277386noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762038751238573346.post-61475566324184796732009-05-05T13:44:00.001-07:002009-05-05T13:46:00.302-07:00My man is HOT...Need I Say More??<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SgClbJfwMfI/AAAAAAAAAh4/i4pRWZtu_XU/s1600-h/DSCF0163.JPG"><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/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SgClbJfwMfI/AAAAAAAAAh4/i4pRWZtu_XU/s400/DSCF0163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332443844630819314" /></a>Herlean Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13484323254261277386noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762038751238573346.post-84703835671077556952009-04-20T16:31:00.000-07:002009-04-20T17:35:00.216-07:00Spring Break 09<div>Spring Break 09 was a blast, for the most part. We went clear to freakin the end of the world to get there. I don't think I have spent that much time in a car since my dad would make us drive everywhere on our family vacations when I was a kid. We drove to mexico. That's right, we drove to Mexico. Three and a half hours south of Phoenix is a little town called Puerto Penasco, right on the beach in the Sea of Cortez. Some friends of ours go there every year and absolutely love it so we decided to go with them this year.</div><div>The trip started out awesome, pretty nice weather, the kids had a blast and the hotel was much nicer than we anticipated. We spent every second of every day on the beach and by the pool eating junk food the whole time. </div><div>The "excitement" came Tuesday night. Lets just say there was a Mexican hospital involved, a few catheters, a 10 hour drive with said catheter, a 2 hour hospital stay in Phoenix and a 5 hour hospital stay in Vegas and 2 nights of no sleep. The trip could have ended better. Everything is fine now but those two days were hell and the most pain I have ever been in in my life.</div><div>So here are some pics of the fun we had.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/Se0GJH9OImI/AAAAAAAAAhs/WBbmqs09U-g/s1600-h/DSCF0113.JPG"><br /><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/_W7QL0wU-x3g/Se0GJH9OImI/AAAAAAAAAhs/WBbmqs09U-g/s400/DSCF0113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326920688073581154" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/Se0GI4y9TwI/AAAAAAAAAhk/gTbUPGNOKVw/s1600-h/DSCF0112.JPG"><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/_W7QL0wU-x3g/Se0GI4y9TwI/AAAAAAAAAhk/gTbUPGNOKVw/s400/DSCF0112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326920684004003586" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/Se0GInshQuI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SQryWhqoyiw/s1600-h/DSCF0111.JPG"><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/_W7QL0wU-x3g/Se0GInshQuI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SQryWhqoyiw/s400/DSCF0111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326920679413596898" /></a>Herlean Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13484323254261277386noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762038751238573346.post-4975637917414946942009-04-15T14:23:00.000-07:002009-04-22T12:25:34.798-07:00"Stay"cationWell, it has been awhile since I have posted. I haven't been feeling very well lately but I will try to make up for it. <div><br /></div><div>A few weeks ago we had a "stay"cation. That's a vacation when you don't actually leave town. We went with some good friends of ours to Lake Las Vegas and spent the weekend in the sun. Good times.</div><div>We spent the whole day at the pool and spent the whole night making ourselves sick on candy and playing cards. then our kids ruined the next day by waking up at 6 am. Not cool. We were all sharing a suite too, so our friends got a good dose of </div><div>Cole that morning. Needless to say, they probably won't ever share a room with us again.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sorry my finger got in the way of the picture of Willow and Shane. They really are an attractive couple when my finger isn't in the way.</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325033350249653250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SeZRnmq9JAI/AAAAAAAAAhU/XSY_AXiwXfQ/s400/DSCF0099.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325033347429509666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SeZRncKlKiI/AAAAAAAAAhE/L2H4L6i6LY8/s400/DSCF0091.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325033344120557170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SeZRnP1qjnI/AAAAAAAAAg8/lcHk32wZ2Rg/s400/DSCF0084.JPG" border="0" /></div>Herlean Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13484323254261277386noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762038751238573346.post-44162143838680381792009-03-06T13:10:00.000-08:002009-03-06T13:11:07.412-08:00Bad GuysThe other night Cole did not want to go to bed. I asked him what was wrong and he said that "bad guys" were going to get him. So sad. So I said, "No honey, there aren't any bad guys in your room. Jesus is here, he will protect you." That terrified him, he started looking around for Jesus in his room and he couldn't see him, so now he was even more scared. So now Cole is afraid of "bad guys" and Jesus. Perfect.Herlean Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13484323254261277386noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762038751238573346.post-58957560587265609872009-02-23T14:52:00.000-08:002009-02-23T15:09:06.742-08:00Playing Hooky<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SaMpYjKdI9I/AAAAAAAAAfk/pG3E561R5FE/s1600-h/IMG_2854.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306130287705269202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SaMpYjKdI9I/AAAAAAAAAfk/pG3E561R5FE/s400/IMG_2854.JPG" border="0" /></a> So, the other day we decided to play hooky. I kept Carson home from school because he had a pretty bad cough, but otherwise he wasn't sick at all. But I thought that we should do something fun with a free day. So I called my friend who said she would go hiking with me sometime and asked her if she wanted to go with me. She did. Then I called my other friend, who I carpool with, to tell her that I wasn't going to carpool today and she asked what we were doing. I told her we were going hiking and she said that she wanted to come too. <br />So, on a random school day we had 7 kids miss school and activities to play hooky and have an outdoor day. We went on a walk on an old railroad track. It goes right along the lake and has a ton of tunnels for the kids to play in. It was a very cool place and the kids loved every second of it. It was quite long however, I would guess that we walked almost 4 miles and by the end the kids were so done. Carson was the oldest kid there and he's only 6, so they were all troopers. Very little complaining. I would do it again in a second.<br />The next day Maile's teacher asked her if she was sick since she didn't come to school. She replied, "No, we were just hiking."<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SaMpYVQxesI/AAAAAAAAAfc/l6YjkArUZ5k/s1600-h/IMG_2861.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306130283973671618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SaMpYVQxesI/AAAAAAAAAfc/l6YjkArUZ5k/s400/IMG_2861.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SaMpYGA99XI/AAAAAAAAAfU/rUfjsMFAaKM/s1600-h/IMG_2857.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306130279880848754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SaMpYGA99XI/AAAAAAAAAfU/rUfjsMFAaKM/s400/IMG_2857.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SaMpXliAUkI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4KRkmyDvyEs/s1600-h/IMG_2846.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306130271161045570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SaMpXliAUkI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4KRkmyDvyEs/s400/IMG_2846.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Herlean Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13484323254261277386noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762038751238573346.post-47003505132199064212009-02-18T16:17:00.000-08:002009-02-18T16:27:25.221-08:00Presidents Day<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304296651855761490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SZyls5UoEFI/AAAAAAAAAe0/WBYAJMhAfsw/s400/IMG_2835.JPG" border="0" />For this presidents day Greg and I wanted to think of something fun to do. we couldn't go out of town because we had many things to do on saturday so we were trying to get creative. So we decided to heat up our pool and have a pool party. Now keep in mind it has not been warm here. The last two weeks have been a high of 55 so its not hot at all. <br />So we invited some friends and family over to participate. Of course, the day we have a random winter-time pool party is the day it decides to be like 45 degrees and raining. It rained the whole time. But the kids couldn't get enough of it. The pool was 90 degrees and steaming and the kids played outside in it for 3 hours.<br />It turned out to be the perfect thing to do. On a day like that we would have had to play inside and they would have driven us crazy. Instead they swam like crazy and it was a great day. <br />Now we will wait for our power bill to see if it was worth it.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SZyltsJtHdI/AAAAAAAAAfE/sFlJoik_QrQ/s1600-h/IMG_2837.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304296665500163538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SZyltsJtHdI/AAAAAAAAAfE/sFlJoik_QrQ/s400/IMG_2837.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SZyls-YVtKI/AAAAAAAAAe8/73MDjpaow3Y/s1600-h/IMG_2839.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304296653213512866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SZyls-YVtKI/AAAAAAAAAe8/73MDjpaow3Y/s400/IMG_2839.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Herlean Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13484323254261277386noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762038751238573346.post-19363636460334076142009-02-02T13:35:00.000-08:002009-02-02T13:54:10.036-08:00Bikram Yoga<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SYdovwGG2kI/AAAAAAAAAeo/jvtqdQtPZkw/s1600-h/bikram.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298318656198335042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SYdovwGG2kI/AAAAAAAAAeo/jvtqdQtPZkw/s400/bikram.gif" border="0" /></a><br />Bikram Yoga is a yoga class that consists of 26 poses, each done twice. The kicker is that you go into a room heated to 105 degrees and 40% humidity to do these 26 poses. Being from Vegas 105 degrees doesn't sound that scary, but the second I walked in there I thought I would for sure get sick and nauseaus. It was hot.<br />My sister-in-law suggested that I go with her to this class which she attends regularly. I wanted to try something new so I went with her. I knew the basic idea (hot room, yoga poses) but when I asked her exactly how hot the room gets she casually said, "Oh a nice summer day." I walked in that room and thought I was going to pass out.<br />I stuck it out though. I lasted the whole hour and a half of this class, without puking. I was quite proud of myself. I never really sweat while working out so I was surprised to see sweating dripping off of me. Which is of course the point of the heated room, to release all of the toxins in your body.<br /> Afterwards my sister-in-law asked if I liked it and I didn't really know. Even now I don't really have an opinion of it. I kind of liked it yet I kind of want to murder her for taking me there. I just don't know. Weird thing is, I think I could be talked into going again. You definitely feel cleansed and relaxed after the class. I won't be going back anytime soon though. I need my memory of the experience to fade a little bit before I agree to that kind of torture again.Herlean Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13484323254261277386noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762038751238573346.post-42025664141448536242009-01-22T14:07:00.001-08:002009-01-22T14:14:05.575-08:00Birthday Boy!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294243468756280178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SXjuYn2mY3I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/_I68QWhLSIc/s400/IMG_2827.JPG" border="0" /><br />This kid is so awesome. Do you ever just look at your kids and just think, "They are so cool." I think that about Cole all of the time. He has such a strong personality, I just think he is so cool. He is absolutely crazy. He gets into everything and makes constant messes, I can't keep up with him, but I think that's why I love him so much. He is a pain in my butt. I think that is why we, as mothers, love our kids so much. Because we stick with them even though they are pains in our butts. Anyway, this little pain is 2 now and I love him more than anything.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SXjuZf9iufI/AAAAAAAAAeg/iqM37ZYrKQQ/s1600-h/IMG_2833.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294243483817785842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SXjuZf9iufI/AAAAAAAAAeg/iqM37ZYrKQQ/s400/IMG_2833.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SXjuY-HVxMI/AAAAAAAAAeY/hFvci7DoP4w/s1600-h/IMG_2832.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294243474732074178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SXjuY-HVxMI/AAAAAAAAAeY/hFvci7DoP4w/s400/IMG_2832.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Herlean Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13484323254261277386noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762038751238573346.post-82667621462816376042009-01-10T16:29:00.000-08:002009-01-10T16:36:24.189-08:00Can we say addicted?<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SWk9pT7yu0I/AAAAAAAAAdU/2krrjMVE4cg/s1600-h/IMG_2737.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289827017258351426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SWk9pT7yu0I/AAAAAAAAAdU/2krrjMVE4cg/s400/IMG_2737.JPG" border="0" /></a> I was trying to tell Cole that he didn't need two binkies so he shoved them both in his mouth. "See mom, I do need two." My other two kids never took binkies, he is my first, and I told myself that they were only for the first year. Well, now he is almost 2 and he still has them. I always hated seeing little toddlers walking around with binkies in their mouths and them trying to talk through the binky. So gross and annoying. Well, now I am the mom doing it. How sad! I am annoying myself! I tell myself that I have to take them away but as you can see he likes them a lot. It is a sad day when you realize you are doing exactly what you hated seeing other moms do. I WILL TAKE THEM AWAY! I just don't know when.Herlean Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13484323254261277386noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762038751238573346.post-9030192715229789202008-12-30T10:46:00.000-08:002008-12-30T19:27:24.601-08:00People These DaysWhat has gotten into people these days? What happened to common courtesy? Has the Golden Rule just flown right out the window?<br /><br />Setting: 7pm, 30 degrees outside, busy gas station. All three children present.<br /><br />Yesterday evening we were getting gas when all of a sudden our car wouldn't start. The battery died. We have a very big car so we didn't want to ask people who had these tiny cars to give us a jump so we waited for a few minutes. Finally a man pulls up in an SUV so we think that this is the perfect candidate to help us. He's alone, doesn't appear to be in a huge hurry, so we patiently wait for him to fill his car up with gas and when he is finishing Greg walks over and asks if he would help us jump start our car, we have the cables. What does he say? "No." I'm not kidding. Not a, "Oh I wish I could but I'm in a hurry", or "Sorry, I can't". Just plain "No".<br />What is that? It takes all of two minutes to jump start a car. Yet he can't even muster a "Sorry"? Seriously, people these days.Herlean Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13484323254261277386noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762038751238573346.post-10170496869728471552008-12-17T12:54:00.000-08:002008-12-17T12:58:39.245-08:00Tis the Season<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SUln7gPY0aI/AAAAAAAAAc0/19MSZLUW8Jg/s1600-h/IMG_2690.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280866310033035682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SUln7gPY0aI/AAAAAAAAAc0/19MSZLUW8Jg/s400/IMG_2690.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Basketball season that is. My boys love nothing more than to go to a game with their daddy. Carson actually knows the players names and understands what penalties the ref is calling. Its crazy. </div><br /><div>I don't mind that they go to these games a couple times every week, it gives Maile and I some girl time. We went out to dinner the other night, just her and I. It was great. This is a great season, and I love this picture of my favorite boys getting ready to go to a game.</div>Herlean Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13484323254261277386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762038751238573346.post-76772106369457122572008-12-10T13:23:00.000-08:002008-12-10T13:42:49.135-08:00How To Talk To GirlsThis is so cute, and funny. Watch it.<br /><br /><em>Nine year old Alec Greven, who attends school in Castle Rock, Colorado, wrote "Girls" as a handwritten, $3 pamphlet sold at his school book fair; he wrote it after he noticed his peers were having some trouble talking to the ladies, though the book is geared for all ages. Among this advice: Comb your hair and don't wear sweats; control your hyperness and cut down on sugar if necessary; a crush is like a love disease that can drive you mad; it is easy to spot pretty girls because they have big earrings, fancy dresses and all the jewelry but are like cars that need a lot of oil.</em><br /><br /><a href="http://prettyinthecity.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-to-talk-to-girls.html"><span style="color:#33ccff;">How To Talk To Girls</span></a>Herlean Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13484323254261277386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762038751238573346.post-4010261264242366932008-12-01T14:00:00.000-08:002008-12-01T17:35:02.384-08:00Christmas Photos<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/STRgEi-CJdI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6oZJ9oVuUTc/s1600-h/20081121_1403_fav.jpg">My friend has been taking some photography classes and I asked her if she would take some pics of my kids. I love them and couldn't be happier. I know that every mom thinks her kids are the cutest, but mine really are. These pictures are beautiful, thanks Lesli.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274946694780429778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/STRgEi-CJdI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6oZJ9oVuUTc/s400/20081121_1403_fav.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/STRgEbiz43I/AAAAAAAAAb4/aY9aYqBaLak/s1600-h/20081121_1386_bw.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274946692787200882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/STRgEbiz43I/AAAAAAAAAb4/aY9aYqBaLak/s400/20081121_1386_bw.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/STRgD2bqnvI/AAAAAAAAAbw/uXYnPxfvSt0/s1600-h/20081121_1362.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274946682825121522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/STRgD2bqnvI/AAAAAAAAAbw/uXYnPxfvSt0/s400/20081121_1362.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/STRgDhBHz5I/AAAAAAAAAbo/85Y-3hHMlJ8/s1600-h/20081121_1324_bw.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274946677076643730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/STRgDhBHz5I/AAAAAAAAAbo/85Y-3hHMlJ8/s400/20081121_1324_bw.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/STRgDaUj-PI/AAAAAAAAAbg/DAVDJO7CJIc/s1600-h/20081121_1311crop.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274946675279132914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/STRgDaUj-PI/AAAAAAAAAbg/DAVDJO7CJIc/s400/20081121_1311crop.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Herlean Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13484323254261277386noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762038751238573346.post-13601274557662546182008-11-19T13:08:00.000-08:002008-11-19T13:23:46.549-08:00Hawaii 2008<div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SSSCixCWgXI/AAAAAAAAAWY/i16KVYBdNcE/s1600-h/IMG_2599.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270480997720686962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SSSCixCWgXI/AAAAAAAAAWY/i16KVYBdNcE/s400/IMG_2599.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div>Ok, so I have been told that I have to post some Hawaii pictures so I will. This is a little late (we went to Kauai on Oct. 23) but better late than never. We went to Kauai with another couple and NO kids. I had never been to this island before so I was very excited. All in all though, I have to say it is not much different than Maui. Same stuff to do for the most part, just a little less commercialized. Anyway, we had a great time. We ate way too much (like always), watched way too much "The Office" (every second we were in the room "The Office" was on, even if we were just going to be in there for a few minutes), and got a little too little sun. It rained everyday we were there. It didn't rain all day, so we did get some sun, but it rained a lot.<br /></div><br /><br /><div>Here are some pictures of all of the fun things we did. Thanks to Jamie and Shawn for watching our crazy kids, we love you guys.</div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270480988519340290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SSSCiOwlGQI/AAAAAAAAAWI/M6MbJOU9gBk/s400/IMG_2577.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270481894993779906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SSSDW_o7XMI/AAAAAAAAAWo/nb_raaVZQ_U/s400/IMG_2631.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270481902400811266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SSSDXbO5sQI/AAAAAAAAAWw/krfhJEQNVZ0/s400/DSCN1230.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270481005621207138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SSSCjOd-4GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/rRAzFkS9fvU/s400/IMG_2606.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270480989379953266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SSSCiR9xAnI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/UwnTb0d3a0w/s400/IMG_2592.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Herlean Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13484323254261277386noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762038751238573346.post-28792306386603212322008-11-17T19:40:00.000-08:002008-11-17T19:46:33.912-08:00Still My Latest Obsession<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269837371650123970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SSI5KzFIqMI/AAAAAAAAAWA/L5b6laKpg9U/s400/redmango.jpg" border="0" /><br />A couple of months ago I posted about my latest obsession, Red Mango. Well, it is still an obsession of mine and even more so after tonight. I was totally craving it so I went to get some and there was such a surprise there. They have a new, seasonal flavor: Pomegranate. NO artificial flavoring, NO artificial coloring, just straight pomegranate juice mixed into something that was already pure heaven. Now, I know a lot of you don't enjoy Red Mango (weirdos) but for those who do, you have to try this flavor. It is so yummy. But hurry it is only seasonal so you only have a couple of months to eat as much as humanly possible.<br /><div></div>Herlean Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13484323254261277386noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762038751238573346.post-64551222876283015692008-11-12T13:41:00.000-08:002008-11-12T13:50:10.450-08:00Silverman 2008<div><div><div><div>Greg decided to tackle the Silverman this year. He has done many triathlons and ran a marathon so I guess this was the natural next step. This race consisted of a 1.2 mile swim, 56 mile bike ride, and a 13 mile run. (Sounds horrible to me but I'm impressed that he wanted to do it). Well, we woke up the day of the race with it blowing wind and raining. It rains 4 times a year here and it happens to be on his race day, go figure. Anyway, the race was supposed to start at 8am and the weather made it postponed until 9am. I don't have pictures of the swim because I forgot my camera but here are some pictures of the rest. He did awesome and we are so proud of him.</div><div>We followed him around the city every step of the way, it was a long, fun day.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267890994742091730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SRtO8wEU39I/AAAAAAAAAVo/kpnLcEPqw2U/s400/2008_11_09(2).jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267890995820087234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SRtO80FVx8I/AAAAAAAAAVg/Vdobe8zRoJY/s400/IMG_2667.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267891005035806194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SRtO9WaiffI/AAAAAAAAAVw/EjcZ95SPDyc/s400/2008_11_09(1).jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267891014570477410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SRtO957yB2I/AAAAAAAAAV4/SlgwHSwDjmI/s400/IMG_2672.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div>Herlean Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13484323254261277386noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762038751238573346.post-9923008444039822212008-11-12T13:35:00.001-08:002008-11-12T13:37:04.088-08:00My Favorite PeopleI love these guys.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SRtMV_xHY6I/AAAAAAAAAVY/g3jSdAaKtgs/s1600-h/IMG_2648.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267888129918329762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SRtMV_xHY6I/AAAAAAAAAVY/g3jSdAaKtgs/s400/IMG_2648.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SRtMVh3vo_I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/xQjDQF1VMXw/s1600-h/IMG_2646.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267888121893069810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SRtMVh3vo_I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/xQjDQF1VMXw/s400/IMG_2646.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div> </div></div>Herlean Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13484323254261277386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762038751238573346.post-62782143081007009672008-11-02T07:04:00.000-08:002008-11-02T07:14:43.874-08:00Halloween 2008<p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SQ3C7ASx4EI/AAAAAAAAAT4/vnlq46pM03c/s1600-h/HPIM0097a.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264077858412814402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SQ3C7ASx4EI/AAAAAAAAAT4/vnlq46pM03c/s400/HPIM0097a.JPG" border="0" /></a>October 2003 - Me and Carson<br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264077864070585330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SQ3C7VXsm_I/AAAAAAAAAUA/AYH19jU6m-M/s400/IMG_2635.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><br />October 2008 - Greg with Maile, Carson and Cole (in same costume as Carson in 2003)<br /></p>Herlean Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13484323254261277386noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2762038751238573346.post-55795379198879612752008-10-14T13:54:00.000-07:002008-10-14T14:15:43.187-07:00Our Version of Camping<div><div>so, greg and i realized that we have never taken the kids camping. are we awful parents or what? we were talking with some friends whose kids are grown and they were talking about all of the family memories they have from camping over the years. now, if you know my husband you would know that camping isn't really his thing. he was totally jaded by a childhood full of camping trips (that's all they would do) and now he wants nothing to do with it. besides, who wants to pee in the squatting position? not my idea of a vacation. however, we thought that maybe we were depriving our children of something, so we actually really considered going on a camping trip. we thought that we could go up to mt. charleston and stay a night (that's right, only one) and then we realized that we have never even opened up the tent we got as a wedding gift (8 years ago) or the sleeping bags and besides, it's getting cold outside now. so what did we do? we wanted to break ourselves into the whole camping thing, so we thought that we would take baby steps. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257118302098089666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SPUJPgrC5sI/AAAAAAAAAS4/B-ZEljX4ix0/s400/IMG_2529.JPG" border="0" />that's right. the tent's in our backyard. greg lined the tent up so close to the house so he could still see the tv and watch the Cubs game once the kids fell asleep. greg called a buddy and invited him to come to our "camping trip" with his kids. honestly, i am not one bit ashamed that we are totally cheating on the whole camping thing. this was the best of both worlds; sleeping outside, not as cold as the mountains, bathroom close by, and i could sleep inside in my own bed with the baby. and the kids thought it was the coolest thing they had ever seen. we roasted marshmallows on our fire pit in the backyard (so did at least have a campfire for the kids), then my friend and i went to our own homes and beds and let the men and the kids enjoy the good old outdoors. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257118316271834546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SPUJQVeVFbI/AAAAAAAAATQ/wP-SMc0RIMA/s400/IMG_2530.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257120544159280738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SPULSBAFrmI/AAAAAAAAATg/InZgiewL_UM/s400/IMG_2532.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257118311733143426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W7QL0wU-x3g/SPUJQEkOJ4I/AAAAAAAAATI/O2TewtYD46M/s400/IMG_2533.JPG" border="0" /></div></div>Herlean Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13484323254261277386noreply@blogger.com5