tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25895778407186231822012-02-16T17:51:12.153-08:00CHRISTENSENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11289437741282429868noreply@blogger.comBlogger261100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589577840718623182.post-40563638387664665842009-10-02T18:55:00.000-07:002009-10-02T19:05:21.051-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SsaxBHuDb9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/e3NBJqoCjvA/s1600-h/Photo+19.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SsaxBHuDb9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/e3NBJqoCjvA/s200/Photo+19.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388188637005574098" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/Ssaw5kN8ouI/AAAAAAAAAHk/khDTRnPFdE8/s1600-h/IMG_1837.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/Ssaw5kN8ouI/AAAAAAAAAHk/khDTRnPFdE8/s320/IMG_1837.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388188507216585442" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SsawQor5QZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ABozJgO29Lw/s1600-h/IMG_1801.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SsawQor5QZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ABozJgO29Lw/s320/IMG_1801.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388187804041298322" /></a><br />Yes, it is true. I had a bad day again (imagine music in the background). I guess that is why I am posting...not really, I just happen to have nothing better to do on a Friday night. Anyway, I slammed my thumb in the car door on the way to take Addy to school. Yes, I am a college graduate! I really don't know how I could be so stupid. I mean, I guess I do, but really...who slams their own thumb in the door? I managed to get it so stuck I had to yank with all my might to get the door back open. It hurt and still does like h***! I wanted to cry. Blake just gave me a blank look as I shrieked in pain, Adeline who thought I was kidding (ha, ha, funny Mom) yelled, 'What's the problem with you?'. Ahh...sympathy. None was to be had. So, I called my Mom and Dad. They felt sorry for me. Bad day. Not to be repeated.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2589577840718623182-4056363838766466584?l=christensencollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CHRISTENSENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11289437741282429868noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589577840718623182.post-47639696845148367292009-06-15T11:28:00.000-07:002009-06-15T11:35:52.758-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SjaUay5Re6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/PfnLiA-GSpI/s1600-h/images.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 65px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SjaUay5Re6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/PfnLiA-GSpI/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347624795608546210" /></a><br />Addy started today.  We had to wake at the crack of dawn to get there on time.  The teacher did not show.  I am sure there was good reason.  Her 1/2 hour lesson started 20 minutes late with a substitute.  She cried when she was told they would be putting their faces under the water, but did it anyway.  She was so proud, I was so proud!  Next time she wants to swim in the fast lanes.  I told her it might take some time before she can do that...  <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2589577840718623182-4763969684514836729?l=christensencollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CHRISTENSENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11289437741282429868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589577840718623182.post-46615828690998130822009-06-11T14:45:00.000-07:002009-06-11T14:49:38.952-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SjF7NfOB2-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/pXYPbkAGoe8/s1600-h/IMG_3461.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SjF7NfOB2-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/pXYPbkAGoe8/s400/IMG_3461.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346189704314346466" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">No.  I think I can just sweep his 'bangs' to the side.  Right??? <br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2589577840718623182-4661582869099813082?l=christensencollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CHRISTENSENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11289437741282429868noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589577840718623182.post-4280285945575413962009-06-03T19:45:00.000-07:002009-06-03T20:00:53.315-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/Sic4172FKTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/36Xwz55wNgk/s1600-h/IMG_1660.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/Sic4172FKTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/36Xwz55wNgk/s320/IMG_1660.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343301982147127602" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/Sic4BBf4E6I/AAAAAAAAAGw/6T0o_ggWxi0/s1600-h/IMG_1642.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/_16kfe8Qb4z8/Sic4BBf4E6I/AAAAAAAAAGw/6T0o_ggWxi0/s400/IMG_1642.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343301073131541410" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/Sic3r2-zZLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/p4z4cKDNpY0/s1600-h/IMG_1656.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/Sic3r2-zZLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/p4z4cKDNpY0/s400/IMG_1656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343300709531215026" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">We went North for the Memorial Weekend.  We visited Georgia.  My first official visit. I was impressed.  Atlanta is a fun city and the Northern Georgia Hills, I mean Mountains are beautiful.  Great trip.  We visited World of Coke, tasted EVERY sample available...60 from across the globe.  Lemon Bitters was my favorite.  The Georgia Aquarium was phenomenal!  We saw whale sharks.  Adeline informed us all they have 3,000 teeth.  Thanks Diego!  The Braves won their game, I think.  We got rained on a little bit.  Some smelly guy held his umbrella over my head while I crossed the street.  We moved further North and visited Helen.  It is a cute little town.  We went on a 'hike' (where I lost Addy's headband...so mad at myself...I hate loosing things), Adeline joined in a balloon toss with some random kids, and then we bought some pancake mix from a cool old mill off the highway.  The whole thing was quite refreshing.  </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2589577840718623182-428028594557541396?l=christensencollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CHRISTENSENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11289437741282429868noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589577840718623182.post-70694351120301486302009-05-17T14:03:00.001-07:002009-05-17T14:08:12.115-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/ShB72BFPFfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/glKuGUgTF90/s1600-h/IMG_1537.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/ShB72BFPFfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/glKuGUgTF90/s400/IMG_1537.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336901726367585778" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">fresh mosquito</span> bite + face paint + chlorinated swimming pool water<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2589577840718623182-7069435112030148630?l=christensencollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CHRISTENSENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11289437741282429868noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589577840718623182.post-48002503692570986572009-05-13T10:24:00.001-07:002009-05-13T10:28:33.599-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SgsDOq8xI9I/AAAAAAAAAGY/aXSuRyhqnMU/s1600-h/IMG_2080.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/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SgsDOq8xI9I/AAAAAAAAAGY/aXSuRyhqnMU/s400/IMG_2080.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335361734132704210" /></a><br />TOMORROW IT IS!  7 YEARS.  WHAT A WILD RIDE.  HERE'S TO 7 MORE, AND 7 MORE AFTER THAT, AND 7 MORE...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2589577840718623182-4800250369257098657?l=christensencollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CHRISTENSENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11289437741282429868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589577840718623182.post-36022233678707727582009-05-05T18:38:00.001-07:002009-05-05T18:41:51.779-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SgDqscbnGPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/PjrbSuQAeiA/s1600-h/IMG_0918.JPG"><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/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SgDqscbnGPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/PjrbSuQAeiA/s400/IMG_0918.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332520008073812210" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">She had a cavity!  Thank you sugar and bad brushing/flossing habits.  <br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">For the amount it cost to fix her teeth we all could have flown across the country and back!  <br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Note to self...elect Dental Insurance next year!</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2589577840718623182-3602223367870772758?l=christensencollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CHRISTENSENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11289437741282429868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589577840718623182.post-3154379000656209462009-05-05T18:08:00.001-07:002009-05-05T18:10:54.878-07:00<div>www.walgreens.com</div><div>promo code:  MOTHER</div><div><br /></div>Who doesn't love free stuff?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2589577840718623182-315437900065620946?l=christensencollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CHRISTENSENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11289437741282429868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589577840718623182.post-83206984465231928192009-04-29T19:25:00.000-07:002009-04-29T19:37:30.180-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SfkOs51tizI/AAAAAAAAAGI/wUNDWFZyyGY/s1600-h/IMG_1294.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SfkOs51tizI/AAAAAAAAAGI/wUNDWFZyyGY/s320/IMG_1294.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330307798572829490" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SfkOjSlJ1qI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qYr74Q0GfJQ/s1600-h/IMG_0998.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SfkOjSlJ1qI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qYr74Q0GfJQ/s320/IMG_0998.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330307633415575202" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SfkOO8ag3jI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f1hfE4l9kYc/s1600-h/IMG_1217_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SfkOO8ag3jI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f1hfE4l9kYc/s320/IMG_1217_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330307283867983410" /></a><br />Blake is a baby no longer.  He likes to tell me 'No. No.'  He loves balls (must be in the genes...Bryce's, not mine), shoes, blueberries, M&amp;Ms, and following Miss Adeline (I think deep down she loves him in return).  He gives kisses with a clicking of his little lips and only bites sometimes.  I miss his chubby baby-ness, it is fading.  He understands 'Bye-Bye' means go find your beloved shoes and sit by the door.  As my Dad would say, 'He is a good boy.'<div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2589577840718623182-8320698446523192819?l=christensencollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CHRISTENSENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11289437741282429868noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589577840718623182.post-63492132194345501992009-04-06T12:08:00.000-07:002009-04-06T12:22:43.490-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SdpWSUA6_WI/AAAAAAAAAFw/wMAoKODCM6g/s1600-h/IMG_3197.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SdpWSUA6_WI/AAAAAAAAAFw/wMAoKODCM6g/s320/IMG_3197.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321660782301871458" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SdpU7DVh15I/AAAAAAAAAFo/nkSx3wRRDQc/s1600-h/IMG_3314.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/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SdpU7DVh15I/AAAAAAAAAFo/nkSx3wRRDQc/s400/IMG_3314.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321659283176282002" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:18px;">What to write?  We have been all over the place recently.  It has been fun, but where do we go from here?  My kids always seem to forget how boring I really am until we are back in Florida, just the 3 of us during the day.  I think I will have to trick them by making sure we have at least 1 fun thing to do everyday.  But, what to do with Bryce?  An art project involving glue and brightly colored paper just doesn't cut it.   Hmmm...  </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:48px;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2589577840718623182-6349213219434550199?l=christensencollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CHRISTENSENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11289437741282429868noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589577840718623182.post-80795148106858704802009-03-09T07:09:00.000-07:002009-03-09T07:13:07.880-07:00<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bare Naked</span> Ladies was awesome!  We ended up taking Adeline and Blake with us.  She fell asleep and he danced/wiggled the whole time.  Fun family event.  They are touring this coming fall.  We will <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">definitely</span> be in the audience somewhere...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2589577840718623182-8079514810685870480?l=christensencollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CHRISTENSENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11289437741282429868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589577840718623182.post-81275749233790665252009-03-02T17:22:00.000-08:002009-03-02T17:29:22.969-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SayH6IPGLqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zGVmCAbnRkk/s1600-h/bnl.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 119px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SayH6IPGLqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zGVmCAbnRkk/s400/bnl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308767493475937954" /></a><br />Despite their questionable name, I love this band!  I am so excited.  We are going to see them on Saturday.  Their concerts are some of the best I have ever been to (it has been awhile).  Woo hoo!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2589577840718623182-8127574923379066525?l=christensencollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CHRISTENSENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11289437741282429868noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589577840718623182.post-91199350868213065932009-03-02T17:19:00.000-08:002009-03-02T17:22:12.229-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SayGP22K8aI/AAAAAAAAAFY/CS1uZYqLByk/s1600-h/images.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 66px; height: 122px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SayGP22K8aI/AAAAAAAAAFY/CS1uZYqLByk/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308765667741856162" /></a><br />Her name is Adeline.  She officially started ballet today.  She was so excited.  She tried very hard to listen.  The smooth, fluid-like grace of the ballerina will come.  She was joy to watch!<div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2589577840718623182-9119935086821306593?l=christensencollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CHRISTENSENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11289437741282429868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589577840718623182.post-41443086434045528502009-03-02T17:16:00.000-08:002009-03-02T17:18:58.367-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SayFYcjZ7CI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/NT1WXOfZzUI/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 93px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SayFYcjZ7CI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/NT1WXOfZzUI/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308764715791019042" /></a><br /><div>I know we have done a lot in the last few months, but where do I start?  My how time flies...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2589577840718623182-4144308643404552850?l=christensencollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CHRISTENSENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11289437741282429868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589577840718623182.post-79705556035184659582009-01-08T05:17:00.000-08:002009-01-08T05:23:49.867-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SWX-U-Vkf4I/AAAAAAAAAFI/DYJZNzd0gXI/s1600-h/IMG_0266.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SWX-U-Vkf4I/AAAAAAAAAFI/DYJZNzd0gXI/s320/IMG_0266.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288912973700824962" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SWX-UsLyv6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/2KiIq3rJSQs/s1600-h/IMG_0219.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SWX-UsLyv6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/2KiIq3rJSQs/s320/IMG_0219.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288912968827977634" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SWX-UdcjypI/AAAAAAAAAE4/AmGR1dWbg4M/s1600-h/IMG_0231.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SWX-UdcjypI/AAAAAAAAAE4/AmGR1dWbg4M/s320/IMG_0231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288912964871768722" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2589577840718623182-7970555603518465958?l=christensencollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CHRISTENSENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11289437741282429868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589577840718623182.post-84349561267866138502009-01-08T05:14:00.001-08:002009-01-08T05:16:59.413-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SWX8ispBmbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/E6mdhoxRFX0/s1600-h/IMG_0195.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SWX8ispBmbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/E6mdhoxRFX0/s320/IMG_0195.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288911010445498802" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">She sang her 'heart out'.  We are so proud.  Another milestone.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2589577840718623182-8434956126786613850?l=christensencollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CHRISTENSENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11289437741282429868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589577840718623182.post-56343879342762455672009-01-07T19:45:00.000-08:002009-01-07T19:48:10.254-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SWV3XNmPr5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/oonM6MvPylY/s1600-h/IMG_2586.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SWV3XNmPr5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/oonM6MvPylY/s400/IMG_2586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288764578087284626" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">2009, soon to be a good year!</span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2589577840718623182-5634387934276245567?l=christensencollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CHRISTENSENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11289437741282429868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589577840718623182.post-26889939747099087822008-12-12T06:45:00.001-08:002008-12-12T06:50:36.189-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SUJ6NxSxW6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/76ygcsP0b78/s1600-h/IMG_2561.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SUJ6NxSxW6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/76ygcsP0b78/s320/IMG_2561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278916090220600226" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;">Adeline you drive me crazy sometimes (a lot of times...), but I think you are the greatest!</span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2589577840718623182-2688993974709908782?l=christensencollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CHRISTENSENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11289437741282429868noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589577840718623182.post-1880506663995830452008-12-04T10:53:00.001-08:002008-12-04T10:54:30.097-08:00No need to fake.  Blake successfully threw-up purple baby food (berry mix I think) on two sets of fresh white sheets!  Thanks Blake!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2589577840718623182-188050666399583045?l=christensencollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CHRISTENSENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11289437741282429868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589577840718623182.post-40916536229880898202008-12-04T05:49:00.000-08:002008-12-04T05:53:15.613-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/STfgv01PjaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/QwGkiwY4Oww/s1600-h/images.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/STfgv01PjaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/QwGkiwY4Oww/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275932600728260002" /></a><br />I feel like faking sick and staying home today, all day!!!  Is that so wrong?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2589577840718623182-4091653622988089820?l=christensencollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CHRISTENSENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11289437741282429868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589577840718623182.post-31978154238714770352008-11-29T14:09:00.000-08:002008-11-29T14:14:47.267-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/STG-lladA5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/brY6Akg7sn8/s1600-h/108_0838_r1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/STG-lladA5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/brY6Akg7sn8/s400/108_0838_r1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274206191535063954" /></a><br />The Christmas Season has officially begun and Bryce has yet to see the snow.  So sad.  Not to worry though, only a matter of weeks...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2589577840718623182-3197815423871477035?l=christensencollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CHRISTENSENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11289437741282429868noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589577840718623182.post-68956367283019613632008-11-28T04:12:00.000-08:002008-11-28T04:19:54.084-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SS_hmlva63I/AAAAAAAAAD4/dQg4_V4u20A/s1600-h/images.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 114px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SS_hmlva63I/AAAAAAAAAD4/dQg4_V4u20A/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273681741756427122" /></a><br />Thanksgiving.  Good day spent in Miami.  That's 'My-Ami' or 'Your-Ami' to Miss Adeline.  Many thanks to Tara and Jeff for fantastic food and a wonderful day. <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2589577840718623182-6895636728301961363?l=christensencollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CHRISTENSENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11289437741282429868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589577840718623182.post-16028613107778339162008-11-21T11:55:00.000-08:002008-11-28T04:21:53.613-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SS_iTdnBSzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/B4zv2wI1DCk/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SS_iTdnBSzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/B4zv2wI1DCk/s320/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273682512667822898" /></a><br />We have four children's Christmas books.  We have read every single one at least twice a day since last week (Olivia Christmas being the favorite.  Thanks Mom.).  Christmas is still 35+/- days away.  Any suggestions for good kids Christmas reads?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2589577840718623182-1602861310777833916?l=christensencollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CHRISTENSENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11289437741282429868noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589577840718623182.post-56924150952723719582008-11-21T06:06:00.000-08:002008-11-21T06:10:35.538-08:001- Blake is a BOY.  He is sleeping on sheets with a delicate pink pattern!<div>2- Snaps go in the back.  Faux buttons in front!</div><div>3- Snaps on the bottom?  Huh?</div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you Bryce!!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2589577840718623182-5692415095272371958?l=christensencollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CHRISTENSENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11289437741282429868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589577840718623182.post-90827940733966788242008-11-20T19:12:00.000-08:002008-11-20T19:16:24.509-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SSYn0IGudtI/AAAAAAAAADw/_O5u0ab6ZiQ/s1600-h/IMG_2245.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SSYn0IGudtI/AAAAAAAAADw/_O5u0ab6ZiQ/s400/IMG_2245.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270944190366119634" /></a><br />I love Bryce.  He helps me.  He put Blake to bed the other night.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2589577840718623182-9082794073396678824?l=christensencollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CHRISTENSENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11289437741282429868noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589577840718623182.post-5644498810763636012008-11-15T05:10:00.000-08:002008-11-20T08:05:25.581-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SSWKlI6Td9I/AAAAAAAAADo/mzuf6gpXgE4/s1600-h/IMG_2350.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/_16kfe8Qb4z8/SSWKlI6Td9I/AAAAAAAAADo/mzuf6gpXgE4/s400/IMG_2350.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270771309558855634" /></a><br />Greetings!  So, my 'old' blog expired sometime ago and I have at last decided to join blogspot.  Of course, I have good intentions (as I did before), so please keep checking for new posts!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2589577840718623182-564449881076363601?l=christensencollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CHRISTENSENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11289437741282429868noreply@blogger.com3