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<strong><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We are not sure who had more fun with who...But either way Sean liked Molly and Molly liked Sean...and it was fun to watch them both.</span></strong>Renettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02551567662693180203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923336419963778287.post-35105979495580601322011-09-17T22:46:00.000-07:002011-09-17T23:00:41.662-07:00Nicole's Big Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"> These not so smart girls played right into the Hear no evil, see no evil speak no evil</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"> It was really nice because Jim and Novena joined us for part of the celebration as well.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Two of my favorite people.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"> Sarah was having Sean sing Primary songs for us and this was In The Leafy Tree Tops...I thought it was really clever because she was using little branches from the trees near by.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"> We camped next to a really cool place that had rock climbing...We just happen to meet some kids from BYU who were from Oregon City...Who one of them just happen to be the grandson of a kid I had a crush on as a young adult. They harnessed me up and I climbed up the rock!!</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"> We toured the landscape gardens at BYU-I with Jeff and Sarah....This was one of my favorites of me and the boy.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Sarah, Sean and Grandma.....We had so much fun with them and really appreciated the sacrifice they made to come out....</span></strong>Renettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02551567662693180203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923336419963778287.post-80914105396296861802010-04-06T19:13:00.000-07:002011-09-17T23:04:01.430-07:00<div style="text-align: left;">
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Here I have one lap to go on my 5 k run...I was so excited to come around the corner and Rich and Nicole were standing there with the cutest little signs they had made....</span></div>
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Renettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02551567662693180203noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923336419963778287.post-83740497037659859472010-02-16T09:19:00.000-08:002010-02-18T09:02:06.808-08:00In love on Valentines Day....<div align="left">Sun rise, Sun set....swiftly flow the years.....</div><div align="left">It seems like only a couple of years ago, this was Jeffy lying in my arms....</div><div align="left">And I thought I knew what the love of a child was...</div><div align="left">Holding his sleeping son in my arms only <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">endears</span> my heart all the more to Jeff.</div><div align="left">Thanks Son for always showing me what unconditional love is all about.</div><div align="left"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/S3rYUwYI-bI/AAAAAAAAADc/FvcCUqeIxzk/s1600-h/JeffSarahSeanValentines2010+039.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438897351098431922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/S3rYUwYI-bI/AAAAAAAAADc/FvcCUqeIxzk/s320/JeffSarahSeanValentines2010+039.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left">There is nothing better in this life than family....Each one of my children have picked amazing wives and husbands which means I think all my grandchildren are blessed with the best parents in the world!! Jeff, Sarah, and Sean...thanks for making Valentines Day a day I loved!!</div><div align="left"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/S3rUoeRjrfI/AAAAAAAAADU/-v2nvd8UMtg/s1600-h/JeffSarahSeanValentines2010+111.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438893291789856242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/S3rUoeRjrfI/AAAAAAAAADU/-v2nvd8UMtg/s320/JeffSarahSeanValentines2010+111.JPG" border="0" /></a>Jeff and 'Cola being the good buddies they always have been. And Jeff is not one bit ashamed of whatever it is Nicole puts on her feet...<br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/S3rUnyaFRwI/AAAAAAAAADM/ailunU0nScM/s1600-h/JeffSarahSeanValentines2010+124.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438893280014452482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/S3rUnyaFRwI/AAAAAAAAADM/ailunU0nScM/s320/JeffSarahSeanValentines2010+124.JPG" border="0" /></a>How much do I love my beautiful daughter-in-law? How can I measure a thing like that when I am so aware of the incredible love and devotion she has for my grandchild. I love you Sarah!<br />And someday you'll understand just how that is possible...when Sean marries the most perfect little girl for him.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/S3rUnv34yTI/AAAAAAAAADE/EA3ezL5g32w/s1600-h/JeffSarahSeanValentines2010+126.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438893279334156594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/S3rUnv34yTI/AAAAAAAAADE/EA3ezL5g32w/s320/JeffSarahSeanValentines2010+126.JPG" border="0" /></a> Grandparents...one of the best play toys a child can have.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/S3rUnIs8tDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/sOKNduSxOV8/s1600-h/JeffSarahSeanValentines2010+131.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438893268819293234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/S3rUnIs8tDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/sOKNduSxOV8/s320/JeffSarahSeanValentines2010+131.JPG" border="0" /></a> Nicole says, "babies are sticky"....meaning she is not too thrilled with any of them. And yet her nephew, whom she loves, can suck on her finger and she is more than fine. Sean, you are lucky to have an Aunt Nicole in your life....<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/S3rUmfp6XAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pjW0uw0LvdY/s1600-h/JeffSarahSeanValentines2010+137.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438893257800702978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/S3rUmfp6XAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pjW0uw0LvdY/s320/JeffSarahSeanValentines2010+137.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Renettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02551567662693180203noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923336419963778287.post-76042374699930518382010-01-10T21:55:00.000-08:002010-01-10T22:29:17.672-08:00The Girls of PrimaryHere is my new Primary class. At the end of last year the Presidency asked if I would like to stay with the little ones I had. They were the 5 year <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">olds</span>. Or if I would like more of a challange. I said I would enjoy a challange....So....I got a class that has been one.<br />Jessie, Elizabeth, Anna, Gracie, and Brooke....They are 9 years <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">old</span>....a bit of a handful....<br />BUT....I ADORE THEM and I am in Heaven!!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/S0rByESOJkI/AAAAAAAAACs/aNC0pGqKNB4/s1600-h/primaryclass+013.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425361767008970306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/S0rByESOJkI/AAAAAAAAACs/aNC0pGqKNB4/s320/primaryclass+013.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/S0rBxkju3eI/AAAAAAAAACk/Rln-8nq0dJI/s1600-h/primaryclass+011.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425361758492483042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/S0rBxkju3eI/AAAAAAAAACk/Rln-8nq0dJI/s320/primaryclass+011.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/S0rBxPe6X6I/AAAAAAAAACc/JUge5ypcEos/s1600-h/primaryclass+010.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425361752835121058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/S0rBxPe6X6I/AAAAAAAAACc/JUge5ypcEos/s320/primaryclass+010.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/S0rBwv5wKpI/AAAAAAAAACU/j4Cv2OlBh3Q/s1600-h/primaryclass+009.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425361744357763730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/S0rBwv5wKpI/AAAAAAAAACU/j4Cv2OlBh3Q/s320/primaryclass+009.jpg" /></a></div></div>Renettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02551567662693180203noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923336419963778287.post-18983104670133133482010-01-03T18:54:00.000-08:002010-01-03T19:46:02.960-08:00The new Snuggy (plus one)For Christmas Rich got me a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Snuggy</span>...sort of. It was a knock off. It was plaid, opened in the front, and had snaps. And the one size fits all? Did not fit me. So he took it back and got the real McCoy. The next thing I knew, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">every time</span> I wanted to use it while sitting in the family room... he had it on! It, being one of the biggest jokes, has become one of the must have items of the new decade (evident by the battle we were having over it). He decided he too needed one. So off to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Walmart</span> he went. Next thing I know he is walking all over the house with it on. Like it's a sweater or something...(he is very proud of it and has no idea how silly he looks)I asked for a pose...the following 2 pictures are what I got...<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/S0FfKWPbyNI/AAAAAAAAABc/s4jRN8P0yNM/s1600-h/primaryclass+016.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422720057704433874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/S0FfKWPbyNI/AAAAAAAAABc/s4jRN8P0yNM/s320/primaryclass+016.jpg" /></a> I pointed out that it makes him look fat...so he may want to be <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">selective</span> in where he is seen in it.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/S0FfJzw1V-I/AAAAAAAAABU/WCBf8XrFPlo/s1600-h/primaryclass+015.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422720048449279970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/S0FfJzw1V-I/AAAAAAAAABU/WCBf8XrFPlo/s320/primaryclass+015.jpg" /></a>The scariest thing??? He now believes he has Jedi-Powers when he wears it.<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Renettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02551567662693180203noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923336419963778287.post-8031701659309189282009-12-30T13:32:00.000-08:002009-12-30T13:54:02.260-08:00LET IT SNOW..for a little bit<div align="justify">One thing I love about the Willamette Valley, is all the weather men on the local news get so excited when they think it's gonna snow..."think" is the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">operative</span> word. They start showing news reports about all the sanding trucks, tires being chained up on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Tri</span> Met, and what to do if there are school closures. And then...no snow. More often than not it happens like it did yesterday. All of a sudden it just starts really snowing...No warning...nothing...just snow...We got about 3 inches...and Portland and surrounding areas??...It came at rush hour, they had about 5 inches and it was an <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">absolute</span> mess. No one was prepared. Why....Cause the weather guys on the news...had no idea it was coming. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">When we had the new windows put in, I said it would be cool to stand in the kitchen and watch if it ever snowed. It was. At one point Rich, Nicole, and I were just leaning on the counter, watching it...Wish I had a picture of that!! <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/SzvHb72msvI/AAAAAAAAABM/M4jMzSU_Hcg/s1600-h/snow09+001.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421145859207639794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/SzvHb72msvI/AAAAAAAAABM/M4jMzSU_Hcg/s320/snow09+001.jpg" /></a> I love when it snows, for one reason you can't tell we desperatly need a new roof!! Next year. This year was about having a new kitchen..with new windows....so I could see snow coming down...<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/SzvHbgXf8uI/AAAAAAAAABE/LK12JSMh3TM/s1600-h/snow09+002.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421145851829416674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/SzvHbgXf8uI/AAAAAAAAABE/LK12JSMh3TM/s320/snow09+002.jpg" /></a> </div>Renettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02551567662693180203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923336419963778287.post-9041060173446438802009-12-26T15:49:00.000-08:002009-12-26T15:54:07.850-08:00'Cola and Grandpa<div align="justify">So.....I got a nice new little camera for Christmas....but it was the last thing I opened...and it took awhile to charge the battery. This is my one and only picture of Christman morning, 2009</div><div align="justify">Nicole and her 95 year old Grandpa Frederick.....How cute are they!!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/SzahSMdzAbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tcV3wpk7e6M/s1600-h/ChristmasDuncans2009+015.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419696535542890930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/SzahSMdzAbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tcV3wpk7e6M/s320/ChristmasDuncans2009+015.jpg" /></a><br /><br /></div>Renettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02551567662693180203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923336419963778287.post-24408062482576069562009-12-26T13:35:00.000-08:002009-12-26T15:46:23.790-08:00Christmas Miracle<div align="justify">I was having a tough time realizing that only Nicole would be home for Christmas. I was grateful for that, but sad knowing it would be only the 3 of us and Rich's 95 year old Dad. Christmas has always been special to me. I love to decorate and to do presents and to bake....I love the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">festivities</span> both secular and of course <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">religious</span>. But most <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">importantly</span> I love the idea of family coming together. One of the biggest heartbreaks I have had to deal with, at this point in my life, is to have none of our children, grandchildren, or even much family close by. </div><div align="justify">The closer it got to Christmas this year the more sad I became. The thought of going to Church the Sunday before Christmas was going to be hard. I would have to go alone as Rich goes out to the Prison on Sundays. In my prayers one night I asked Heavnly Father to please help me not to feel so alone and help me to relaize the importance of being at church the week before Christmas. It <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">occurred</span> to me the best gift I could give the Savior was to be at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">church and</span> to show my gratitude for the blessings all my children and grandchildren <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">receive</span> constantly in their lives. I mustered up and went. It was difficult sitting by myself and seeing so many of my friends of the past 25 years with much of their families sitting with them. But the Sacrament meeting was beautiful as was the Choir. Off to Primary I went, confident I would be <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">OK</span>...however as almost all the children went up to be part of a Nativity, one of my long time friends (who is also a Primary teacher) had her adult son to play the guitar for the little ones to sing Silent night....The tears started....I thought of my grandchildren and then the profound feeling of loss for several things in my life.....almost in that same moment I felt a tap on my shoulder...The little gal behind me quietly asked."Do you and Rich have family coming home for Christmas..." Through my tears I told her "no." She quickly replied that this was the first time they would have no family close by either. She proceeded to share with me they had made it matter of prayer as to who they could invite to share dinner with..."someone who who would need their family as much as they would need a family." Both her and Kacey agreed that if the "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Fredericks</span></span>" had no family coming we would be the ones!! I couldn't believe it...<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Janica</span></span> and Kacey are one of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">the</span> neatest little couple in our ward. I had taught their son Ryan in Primary last year and loved him. Rich and I have always adored Kacey and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Janica</span></span>. They are funny, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">spiritual</span>, and always so willing to serve. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">We had one of the best Christmas's ever....They gave us the gift of children and grandchildren...and we were the gift of parents and grandparents! This little Christmas miracle help to remind me; that as children of our Father-in-Heaven He does understand our heart aches, as well...He hears and answers our prayers. <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/SzaDndiWMhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0DB2qUwyLBY/s1600-h/ChristmasDuncans2009+037.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419663915553796626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/SzaDndiWMhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0DB2qUwyLBY/s320/ChristmasDuncans2009+037.jpg" /></a>The dinner!! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Janica</span> for only being 28, is an amazing cook. It was all so yummy and so entertaining with little kids!<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/SzaDm3155hI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sl5Rf4t8P-g/s1600-h/ChristmasDuncans2009+023.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419663905435280914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/SzaDm3155hI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sl5Rf4t8P-g/s320/ChristmasDuncans2009+023.jpg" /></a> The "grandchildren", <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Braxtin</span>, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Akalia</span>, and Ryan<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/SzaDmqI7nvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vNRDtwLHVjc/s1600-h/ChristmasDuncans2009+021.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419663901756989170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/SzaDmqI7nvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vNRDtwLHVjc/s320/ChristmasDuncans2009+021.jpg" /></a><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Janica</span> and "Mom."<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/SzaDmIgMpSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sXdqDmZtIHA/s1600-h/ChristmasDuncans2009+034.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419663892727768354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/SzaDmIgMpSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sXdqDmZtIHA/s320/ChristmasDuncans2009+034.jpg" /></a>"Dad" and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Janica</span><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/SzaDlm29AeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xeO8Vpl59RU/s1600-h/ChristmasDuncans2009+046.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419663883696407010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBrk-N7C-w/SzaDlm29AeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xeO8Vpl59RU/s320/ChristmasDuncans2009+046.jpg" /></a><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Janica</span> and Kacey...the best part of this picture is..Kacey is bent way over and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">Janica</span> is on her <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">tippy</span> toes....He is 6ft 4inch and she is 5ft 1 inch...Too cute....She shared that for the first time the other day, Kacey <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">relalized</span> she always stood on her <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">tippy</span> toes to kiss him....To which Kacey <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">qucicly</span> replied..."maybe she should kiss him more often and he would know these things." cute..cute...cute<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Renettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02551567662693180203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923336419963778287.post-84793909352397927652009-12-24T14:57:00.000-08:002009-12-24T14:59:08.277-08:00I have to send out a big "Thank you" to Sarah, my cute little daughter-in-law who helped me pretty up the place...<br /><br />Thanks Sarah for marrying Jeffy, for having Sean....and for HELPING ME!!!Renettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02551567662693180203noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923336419963778287.post-52255913536944345732009-12-24T01:03:00.000-08:002009-12-24T01:05:11.672-08:00I think I have got it....You create a blog...and then you must register it...Another problem is to try and go back over everything you've done in 6 months to play catch up....So I am starting fresh and will add as I go along....Renettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02551567662693180203noreply@blogger.com0