tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28656991332764492852024-02-06T22:27:50.050-08:00No Place Like HomeHigham Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17683224367221023833noreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865699133276449285.post-16391316907104161082009-09-30T16:10:00.000-07:002009-09-30T21:20:29.253-07:00Just 4 kiDDSJordan's office has been open about two and a half weeks now. Jordan loves having his own office and doing things his own way. He says all the stress is worth it, so I guess the last ten years are slowly proving themselves. We've had great responses from our patients and literally everyone who comes through the door loves the office. Here are a few pictures of the office; the picture of the building with the sign is too big for me to upload, but you can see it if you check out the website: <a href="http://www.just4kiddsdentistry.com/">www.just4kiddsdentistry.com</a><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387464123703461778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhufXTxswGkzakYJJ9l1lSegCGxqVsOJBHL3-zTYsPlqOyTkFaCGCU54VSn72joxy2ZtDSit-7otlMwYkq2lv95aV0uwnOLNWFR20XQ_q1X-PZzetZ2HkOoTWTR7-gtYaD1leOM1Wo_tbyr/s400/Hunter's+First+Day+of+School+003.JPG" border="0" />Here's the sign just off the road.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387465537454808930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-CIOjIcBCNtqbPsifJV9Jym3ENPnRDY0Wnj8lusnWX34dsWZEvNzr-9IMLu0I0kRUFgv14-7KhEysd3fVQAEKGMYMTLl8d1TtQpzVLUguP2nBfnU8imFh9KJMu0zW7N09u99CcTkmDUgj/s400/Hunter's+First+Day+of+School+014.JPG" border="0" />Front Desk (Jordan hates the sign- the colors were supposed to be solid, but instead they're almost see through so the lights reflect and it's hard to read. Chances are it will be different before too long!)</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387465546954118914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBMjR_RGcy4J_avJ2EqHCXatTZuxb62HRsdol58jRvuxE2mxdIKVdwsvc6UHxGNxgHRHZOu40qdEWxYoLgWrlMTtqD7Voe5XgRMDCE4lYWC-rCTJoddtBn2_ThFg67m4JwWtOtuies2q_a/s400/Hunter's+First+Day+of+School+017.JPG" border="0" />The CARS collection. Jordan and the boys have spent the last 2-3 years collecting all the cars from the CARS movie. Last count there were just over 120 (not counting doubles). There are no repeats in the case-each one is somehow different and from a different scene in the movie. Kids love this display.</div><div>The movie theater has been great for families with multiple children. No one minds waiting for his/her turn. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihcQqRej6wRh3qAgNbil2dCxmroFcgSxMI-n0I2ni-AzkI5rhFjWrR_ceUIkEes73X43bPAuGc6UCxaNglmbOL_kPT4xf_RFMkQtZ2IRXcQSg5Q4q-k7m0ufu7hDkKe4v4LUluq3WIlfrv/s1600-h/theater+room+418.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387466294692933810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihcQqRej6wRh3qAgNbil2dCxmroFcgSxMI-n0I2ni-AzkI5rhFjWrR_ceUIkEes73X43bPAuGc6UCxaNglmbOL_kPT4xf_RFMkQtZ2IRXcQSg5Q4q-k7m0ufu7hDkKe4v4LUluq3WIlfrv/s400/theater+room+418.JPG" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387465552822938338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ITz0yyeE4SsBA6ltjJ_lmOrIvhOW1p5ngqgZPTq_C266bX5icbbDuvGi_L1hOVE29R09E9-zYU7WN1nTchwi_BdlzO2-tCxKUCCMpFwhoMv9j9XiVUeaFebwW53fxXmLvIfG3oxcCv0B/s400/Hunter's+First+Day+of+School+018.JPG" border="0" />My brother-in-law custom made the train table and race car track (as well as the display cases and wii cabinet). I love that the train table isn't a typical rectangle. So far, moms love being able to fill out paperwork without keeping their kids entertained- we do it all for them.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387465563860991794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh08p5Y-zn8A7X_-sNDtYZ7O-z-NU2ZGRiHb74yg47VFcLisMceRNcywaGCwKOxXDybF-CBjeTaCbA_kd9fJqAwgqHFOW_tXfoxOgPj8O1oW0M5qFGrkoJJ2qkcY41chumnnr26djOCmwXX/s400/Hunter's+First+Day+of+School+019.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387465564465500434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqsxEPZEwH1NJupHpkl7ESgSKhU-zV-O6hfAtf1SVVXSr88haSfAFuoJWtOw_deqoCjYxhnDffT8h43V5Rc0_moAOOimrxePpIxyzXODAKjyd21Vi2O2oFpO1JLtEAyUaHarY9FEgx-din/s400/Hunter's+First+Day+of+School+024.JPG" border="0" /> The arcade center has proven to be loved by dads just as much as kids.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Ol9mULlrR4X8yFZjQPRmGk6R30k0hyphenhyphenaMxMqdgDsKsGRIXBK65PrZHdLGEcTDmsDQfZCB12640Fxpt8flS0ulJ180A-iO8JNXeele2pRm_TPjrzua58snFbNACPwYSVge5Pb1tWkExKaV/s1600-h/Hunter's+First+Day+of+School+029.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387466274472271330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Ol9mULlrR4X8yFZjQPRmGk6R30k0hyphenhyphenaMxMqdgDsKsGRIXBK65PrZHdLGEcTDmsDQfZCB12640Fxpt8flS0ulJ180A-iO8JNXeele2pRm_TPjrzua58snFbNACPwYSVge5Pb1tWkExKaV/s400/Hunter's+First+Day+of+School+029.JPG" border="0" /></a> Open bay hygiene areas make it easier for mom's with two kids back at the same time to be with both kids. They also lend for great teaching models (nervous kids see there's nothing to be nervous about from other well behaved kids) We use benches instead of regular dental chairs to eliminate the startle factor from the chair reclining.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeWolVoOebdllR65o5K6y3DLWzjVvsG8jnlW6jHXDeturTCXHKZPuE4V7cLnJyho9fIMJ69St2jenKGeFiJrCEX-lFdtUAQjwuNORJ7-0RE8QeyxFY8C3r10Pg2rn5mryoap7QXF2_Bg-1/s1600-h/Hunter's+First+Day+of+School+028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387466266079747010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeWolVoOebdllR65o5K6y3DLWzjVvsG8jnlW6jHXDeturTCXHKZPuE4V7cLnJyho9fIMJ69St2jenKGeFiJrCEX-lFdtUAQjwuNORJ7-0RE8QeyxFY8C3r10Pg2rn5mryoap7QXF2_Bg-1/s400/Hunter's+First+Day+of+School+028.JPG" border="0" /></a> After a child is all done, he/she gets to pick a prize from the "concession stand" while mom takes care of the check out. (The soda and popcorn are just props- they do not work and we will not let a patient-or parent-have any popcorn while in the waiting room or before they leave. No matter how many times mom or dad ask.)<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387470257405051186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyQ0cvASF_EiekK2pXcJogufSZ9MfA6_1dyOiaceQcX275oTsKUzkNN-QV0Ke4if7JwCKmdaQ5c2pDGlOSPiFETUFShtNHUSD4PrKDxo4KdQtIOM9xDqGZwptN7xfMfQcWtAFvjlgcqfOt/s400/Hunter's+First+Day+of+School+027.JPG" border="0" /> And while we've been slaving away getting Jordan's office up and going, the boys have been hard at work in the mud. Many hours were spent in the back yard this summer creating rivers, islands, waterfalls, and lakes. Good thing Idaho mud isn't like the mutant mud of NY. No clothing was completely ruined.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387471141592605042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU7h1gG-bZSruxJFDExv0Xt4culerEp7SnllSVJUhvU4QHxBsA3c0xIfueCeXQ_3R64quvIJiGy5R3YHOIImoDJep6nyweq1sgzSUJW0HsG04FtpkDkZh4mQlZL1KqUVs5zDpxgKqTKeqU/s400/theater+room+397.JPG" border="0" />And our most favorite part of the summer- The SnoShack. We went almost everyday, except our last day when we went twice. We are snow cone snobs; I'd rather have no snow cone than eat a bad snow cone. The SnoShack is the only place I (and now my boys) will eat a snow cone from. Lucky for us there are about 3 in Idaho Falls and one just down the road in Shelley. There weren't many things I was excited to come back to Idaho for-but the SnoShack was one of them. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387466281015888402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYgNGqfYTXRIgXvZGGIL72662TuNAbAXfa02cV5rSnqP-iNUsSeL1D4pEPnFfGnOxwS-O2WO6doHnrA8xXG_Zy6r4nFjI2mGG0LDh2GKxyc4SZDtqxCLmsb-kNOx8Itwa5BhjGmmiLYbza/s400/Hunter's+First+Day+of+School+030.JPG" border="0" />And yes, that is our new (to us) mini-van in the picture. We have to have two cars here and even though I feel pretty old school next to all the SUV mama's,we like how much storage space it has. So gas guzzling aside, it's a good car. The boys love having a tv in the car and Jordan loves that they can't kick our seats anymore. So in a nutshell, that's where we've been the past few months.</div></div></div></div>Higham Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17683224367221023833noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865699133276449285.post-16864031284056524772009-07-29T22:19:00.000-07:002009-07-30T07:20:53.929-07:00Return to Our Roots<font color="#66000"></font> It's so very late, and I should so be in bed, but blogger is calling me... We've been home for just about three and a half weeks now. The boys love all the Grandmas, Grandpas, aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends from the past. They're learning to climb trees, create rivers, islands, and lakes in the back garden with the hose, drink out of the hose, mow the lawn (they just watch that), and they're generally living life in the country. We experience one or two major melt downs a day, but we're all adjusting pretty well. Jordan is loving working for a real pay check, and his own office is getting closer everyday. I'll post some pictures of our new life when my bed and blogger aren't fighting over me; but for now, the bed wins.Higham Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17683224367221023833noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865699133276449285.post-68698919004432856952009-06-30T11:03:00.000-07:002009-06-30T11:19:44.477-07:00Where One Journey Ends, a New One Begins...Today is our last day in Rochester. The moving truck pulled out yesterday, Grandma and Grandpa Higham flew out with the boys yesterday, and today I turned in our apartment keys. Tears fall freely the last few days, and I'm not even trying to stop them. I am so sad to leave behind this part of our lives; we have been blessed with so many wonderful experiences and friendships in the past six years. I knew two years ago this day would come and we would once again have to pick up and move; leaving behind so many friends- some of the closest we've ever made- but that never makes it any easier. It's been a great journey and we have all grown in ways we never imagined. I am thankful for the times we've had and lessons we've learned. Just as a part of us will always be in Seattle, now a part of us will always be in Rochester as well. <br />As soon as Jordan finishes work today (he graduated last Friday, but had to work yesterday and today- silly I know!) we too will head out to begin our new journey. We look forward to our new lives in South Eastern Idaho. Jordan and the boys are so very excited to live there and I'm working on it. I don't deny that it will be nice to live by family; I know that we are supposed to come home. Sometimes change comes hard for me though. I am excited for the road trip Jordan and I are about to take- across the nation with no children! It was a blast two years ago when we came out here, and I expect no less on the way back. We hope to arrive in Idaho early next week refreshed and ready to jump into the next journey. So here's an advance thanks to all our family who will be taking care of the boys for this next week- THANK YOU!Higham Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17683224367221023833noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865699133276449285.post-90554945278245750982009-06-16T03:10:00.000-07:002009-06-21T11:50:32.802-07:00Garbage Plate<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCFuZCRIHNXE51adwpwRW3zwc_6sKrONZty1HfW8x65KfEP2aEMUG2S29ks6rj1zGDMHocfjgkxj0UGTaA8dOH0em1bR6YZInnhZvYchGX8VnY2fDVZlyka16dNJphI54qFrz8m2xEhB8H/s1600-h/Haircut+064.JPG"></a> The name alone makes you wonder. It took me almost 1.5 years to build the courage to try it. Food should not touch- especially macaroni salad, cubed potoatoes, a cheeseburger patty, meat gravy, and ketchup! But, that's just what a garbage plate is; a picnic on a plate. And it's awesome!<br />We love Nick Tahoes. Back in the Depression era, this man wanted to provide the locals with a lot of food for a little money. A garbage plate is what he came up with and it is still a local favorite. Lots of places make them, but I won't eat them from anywhere else. We've had quite a few visitors the last few weeks, and it's been very amusing to watch the different re-actions. We missed it when my sister was here, so here's a picture for her and everyone else to enjoy. I'm already working on the recipe, so it won't be another completely lost NY treasure. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitYSnw4Dpfr3suSQvkGywoCXuvbQ66PkKtgqaMhSR-Ihjy6nwvKIS7QioSBURYQjyqP35WOKNHYFz30Xydsue289tTEkyZFK1QIZxjy19-fOHwDVDEiQ4TNpRGZZgCUsLfXVlFN1xd83tf/s1600-h/Haircut+063.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349851677026436082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitYSnw4Dpfr3suSQvkGywoCXuvbQ66PkKtgqaMhSR-Ihjy6nwvKIS7QioSBURYQjyqP35WOKNHYFz30Xydsue289tTEkyZFK1QIZxjy19-fOHwDVDEiQ4TNpRGZZgCUsLfXVlFN1xd83tf/s400/Haircut+063.JPG" border="0" /></a>Higham Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17683224367221023833noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865699133276449285.post-23295926848508878672009-05-24T13:17:00.000-07:002009-05-24T13:40:10.259-07:00ChangesAhh, the power of a girl. The boys willingly traded in light sabers and bikes for curling irons, blow dryers, and brushes. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipvhBXMzJ06BgBc2ZWuJmle2yhmaAjLCKDF7NqZBrobt2R6glp07ep19cFIt7_GG0unJ6kMoqhiQny5jLJAGVXjF24MuRloiCylTncUCD0llWI1wVvDPnka5DbrkoQoDndV1WqLufVpxRq/s1600-h/Hunter's+Lost+Tooth+018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339488954980715874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipvhBXMzJ06BgBc2ZWuJmle2yhmaAjLCKDF7NqZBrobt2R6glp07ep19cFIt7_GG0unJ6kMoqhiQny5jLJAGVXjF24MuRloiCylTncUCD0llWI1wVvDPnka5DbrkoQoDndV1WqLufVpxRq/s400/Hunter's+Lost+Tooth+018.JPG" border="0" /></a> Miss Halle came to stay with us this weekend, and the boys got a lesson in doll beauty.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9H-fBaNpXSe9jcK7OOSRGE4-dN9x2LlRpNYZWpcEX1YzRyEs3CnsCaamzS9z91Puq9VdszqDngcPyR_9mjn4-_bRd1wiR43I2ODFJbyT2Mg3cygNqZfPRvUFHDbMWZey_ZV-v5fJmJK8l/s1600-h/Hunter's+Lost+Tooth+017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339488952589175874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9H-fBaNpXSe9jcK7OOSRGE4-dN9x2LlRpNYZWpcEX1YzRyEs3CnsCaamzS9z91Puq9VdszqDngcPyR_9mjn4-_bRd1wiR43I2ODFJbyT2Mg3cygNqZfPRvUFHDbMWZey_ZV-v5fJmJK8l/s400/Hunter's+Lost+Tooth+017.JPG" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339488948602379970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_UPFD05wGC7a3-mn50_3yvB5168q-NXFt89VIfnhmICYV0b66GVeML8SGW8J64WIIM47pKZ0Im0erskhpIFFRrK9So5cs0J0Col5i4FOlVDa1ipaJXYE07YkFBwrwcK2hcQjZKanle01n/s400/Hunter's+Lost+Tooth+025.JPG" border="0" />It's been wiggly for a couple of weeks now, but on Saturday, Hunter finally finished the job!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ps85ylqbLFBNp2rbk2g6kRTDxs_jkVJ7PS9ckgAygBXVwOOlsjWLUVty34qVfxLpt8xwpl43pOLeT7YMYKZlMzXKbMVkI6OUL4VGpGaFho73tTnD-3LpsjdwMkSk6a5CRjAGzbY2WYj6/s1600-h/Hunter's+Lost+Tooth+021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339488950672041170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ps85ylqbLFBNp2rbk2g6kRTDxs_jkVJ7PS9ckgAygBXVwOOlsjWLUVty34qVfxLpt8xwpl43pOLeT7YMYKZlMzXKbMVkI6OUL4VGpGaFho73tTnD-3LpsjdwMkSk6a5CRjAGzbY2WYj6/s400/Hunter's+Lost+Tooth+021.JPG" border="0" /></a> Side note: Jordan took Hunter into the clinic for x-rays to make sure all was well with his mouth about the third day the tooth was loose. Hunter is not quite 4 1/2, which is pretty young to loose a tooth, but the secondary teeth are ready, so no concerns. <div> And finally...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339488961826048130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUIbUJuXjRn0qhYlCJ621WTZ4ATpNYE3jnbv6AprjyDZtT8R6A2WwAviy8peeF1nSEPEqjSdrV7CuuFfB_bi3-3TF9qfxoFdsyK_YVSzCcBfANrFQMFTm62zO7gOKr6X1m6S56lP8rGt6R/s400/Cabinet+Part+023.JPG" border="0" />Swim party season has begun. By 7:30 in the morning the boys are begging to be outside, and our "backyard" is prime water party ground. It's going to be a great final few weeks here!</div></div></div></div>Higham Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17683224367221023833noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865699133276449285.post-18867211141794281102009-05-10T17:06:00.000-07:002009-05-10T17:32:02.732-07:00Papular Urticaria or Chicken Pox?I sold one of the boys' beds last weekend, so they are sleeping on their mattresses on the floor. Last Monday, Henry woke up with what I thought was a bug bite right at the base of his spine. As the day progressed, I noticed there were now three or four little bites there and quite a few around his neck line. So I washed all his bedding, vaccumed the floor, and didn't think about it again. Tuesday, he was the whiniest little guy ever. His tummy was pretty sad all day and just before bed, he had a little fever. Then the thought hit me- "What if he has chicken pox?" He got the vericella vaccine just over two years ago, but I've heard it could happen. Wednesday I called his pediatrician and in we went. Her words to me. "It could be chicken pox or it could be papular urticaria. I can't say for sure one way or the other." In English- It could be chicken pox or he could be having a super sensitive reaction to a bug bite. Um, thanks- that's what I said when I walked in the door. So she told us to treat it somewhat like chicken pox, but she wouldn't give us an official diagnosis of such. As the days have gone on, more spots have come and they all follow the traditional pattern, so I am taking a mother's liberty and diagnosing him myself. He has chicken pox! He was pretty sad to miss nursery today (we only went to church long enough for Hunter to give his very first talk in primary-which he rocked!) but other than that he's fine. The spots on his face are from playing in the mud Wednesday afternoon. He's a little ichy, but he's doing fine. There are more spots on his back, but these are the only pictures he'd let me take.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-f7okbJ911fYSDL-pvB6MC0BiKJZwiARqHgWJpyLHYBrTtaEk6DiJ12EtJILTrzOZ6T_3dFDISGsylPmXa2-yFxgvm1OIiCnQm6XGahIwVftmSmnBc4hFLw8mylEaQHMpCB-eel7gnWIm/s1600-h/chicken+pox+002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334351352531278578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-f7okbJ911fYSDL-pvB6MC0BiKJZwiARqHgWJpyLHYBrTtaEk6DiJ12EtJILTrzOZ6T_3dFDISGsylPmXa2-yFxgvm1OIiCnQm6XGahIwVftmSmnBc4hFLw8mylEaQHMpCB-eel7gnWIm/s400/chicken+pox+002.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7nIyOA87v8ipJfgw2lCqHrMZ3Xlspf7M0vhM6hVn5oyBx4DljC0yVV2lQFmW-fuPdIHYEA-snkw892pgT2GILoFDv9UppEmA9TYKhcgXXiK6sKdFvZnZz_wy8dLisXiHAAHV_BcKsby4N/s1600-h/chicken+pox+003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334351345299200738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7nIyOA87v8ipJfgw2lCqHrMZ3Xlspf7M0vhM6hVn5oyBx4DljC0yVV2lQFmW-fuPdIHYEA-snkw892pgT2GILoFDv9UppEmA9TYKhcgXXiK6sKdFvZnZz_wy8dLisXiHAAHV_BcKsby4N/s400/chicken+pox+003.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div></div>Higham Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17683224367221023833noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865699133276449285.post-12816631095632634002009-04-17T04:41:00.000-07:002009-04-17T04:45:01.962-07:00Picnic Table 1, Hunter 0While playing Jedi-<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHq0fO2hfFxrO1-cI31Ir7x8u4Zxe7U4btmAbKN4fMYTx37Jf8HIAcWLF0JB3VZ9325ds5mom4zooO-ZlRs09L8W9Tvu_cOVawS0z5ppxdhEqsJ9HCh7isrRdAg23ytnOm7MzLtlrm3qq-/s1600-h/winner+053.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325624311748395362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHq0fO2hfFxrO1-cI31Ir7x8u4Zxe7U4btmAbKN4fMYTx37Jf8HIAcWLF0JB3VZ9325ds5mom4zooO-ZlRs09L8W9Tvu_cOVawS0z5ppxdhEqsJ9HCh7isrRdAg23ytnOm7MzLtlrm3qq-/s400/winner+053.JPG" border="0" /></a> Watch out for the picnic table one must.<br /><div></div>Higham Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17683224367221023833noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865699133276449285.post-82309346049619071912009-03-06T10:22:00.001-08:002009-03-06T10:44:38.433-08:00Nothing of ConsequenceI find February and March to be a bit like the third quarter of a basketball game: it just kind of drags on with little excitement. Thankfully the Strong Memorial Museum of Play is always like the last minute of a really close game- a whirlwind of excitement! <br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfJTD8Y0QyDGu_3ytbHJiVm2xt-3sA_IvtKeAPZPJxY1UKXkOMnee_kbZtHFZ9ekUPvSadNXSWWDAdazxFDfXnvZNK2upEZrqMmlTJLIZ3GQzeZZpqbGLhx7x1mghFjM_ptMdUbhUxH8-d/s1600-h/winter+blahs+001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310142647508382674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfJTD8Y0QyDGu_3ytbHJiVm2xt-3sA_IvtKeAPZPJxY1UKXkOMnee_kbZtHFZ9ekUPvSadNXSWWDAdazxFDfXnvZNK2upEZrqMmlTJLIZ3GQzeZZpqbGLhx7x1mghFjM_ptMdUbhUxH8-d/s400/winter+blahs+001.JPG" border="0" /></a> The boys love to "fly" this airplane. With a million kids and only two chairs, getting to be the pilot or co-pilot are coveted positions.<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqjlK7uqtVKrEPP9a6qrn_p0e109X1_Et8lZQ-zY2njyETzZgrHzgs9HyAl62NAeKViXJByHjKA9VhOEG7zzi2aXQNNCkeWwa-NTTLPZSvFwr53k26qlyKHbHWjGSOURchkvMT70AjTe3j/s1600-h/winter+blahs+008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310142262655869202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqjlK7uqtVKrEPP9a6qrn_p0e109X1_Et8lZQ-zY2njyETzZgrHzgs9HyAl62NAeKViXJByHjKA9VhOEG7zzi2aXQNNCkeWwa-NTTLPZSvFwr53k26qlyKHbHWjGSOURchkvMT70AjTe3j/s400/winter+blahs+008.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />In honor of Mr. Potato Heads induction to the Toy Hall of Fame, an entire section of the Museum is currently focused on Mr. Potato Head. My boys loved "driving" the Safari Jeep.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHKpjaDmI8zF0vsPbJiKwaI5M_qcYCHjBJDp4EZxf809UeXz8cj9FnziM7h12T3peQX8TgoKigZxdVO5j_kguMgf_5J2WtzrpKyZlay1zh4jd6XJmkEGfDjliGYFvpJbIZbdZxYAhWf6hG/s1600-h/winter+blahs+010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310142260856195170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHKpjaDmI8zF0vsPbJiKwaI5M_qcYCHjBJDp4EZxf809UeXz8cj9FnziM7h12T3peQX8TgoKigZxdVO5j_kguMgf_5J2WtzrpKyZlay1zh4jd6XJmkEGfDjliGYFvpJbIZbdZxYAhWf6hG/s400/winter+blahs+010.JPG" border="0" /></a> Henry's Mr. Potato Head<em> had </em>have a purse. He was so proud of himself for finding all the parts and pieces by himself.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310142659206669746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBuNaksReAM9jn3L-JO4WJHgAp_jeTS1V2-ts8ni8sZKgU2VG9HrHFIHYtFF2wp5jdT3HU6YlPJqdmFcY9izwGam0fAht8xhJAGL6RWLIgQgU7Vm3jfbaz-7EDj8DiyidNzDYffhV8qZMN/s400/winter+blahs+011.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310142656860172114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyVsMm9B0ydqhgROSjt7FsfjQePk-69axNBqyyntY6tQ6iz8CNTxmzZ0QQmVYIB0XtQ2YtTWY0shJy0EbV9vhGg7dVMsb_CTqYnNOJT5k6qxoHGA4UNRPpk_6CZtdH4HODSGCWbvXi0skP/s400/winter+blahs+009.JPG" border="0" />Hunter's was a little more traditional.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310142265087369618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOWHJzXYPkPsBUR4-yYtKUSd_eomPMGVbYKgpmgw1G6T8zJPubBp74e1xvElDEP37zCFWDSz0KjHiGYqkaCQarQZAjoW2_B7v7pD8NYydV4foJ5JQ5ueP9UFhQrdSW-mnWnu9GVWcwgl5r/s400/winter+blahs+015.JPG" border="0" />And when it's too cold to leave the house, Dad and his boys are fine tuning their old school race car skills. </div><div>So nothing much of consequence to blog about, but I'm tired of seeing Henry's birthday blog every time I log on to enjoy the excitement of everyone elses Feb/March. It will be April soon though, and then our lives will pick up in pace and excitement. So until it does, we will continue to be thankful for a great museum. And a great dad.<br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Higham Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17683224367221023833noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865699133276449285.post-42930060641115249502009-02-10T05:52:00.001-08:002009-02-10T06:34:32.274-08:00Finally 3!Henry has not liked still being two when Hunter gets to be four, so he's been waiting for weeks to turn three. Jordan had some out of town business, so we actually postponed Henry's birthday a few days (you can still get away with things like that when your child doesn't fully understand the calendar). But yesterday was the day! And in Henry's world, you can do or have anything when you're three. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1f-kNrUBE7CZIqbnfXcoSAfjYu5p9DZ295jpgs2pge2G057MlLl54G3-LHnyFF7BITE7EouhHtnk8goi6IUjmpVYsRIfTdOWueMZE_654mgkdRwehRYNtNoSUhQqCp512zg3LOEUkt9V0/s1600-h/Henry+Birthday+008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301166697882533586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1f-kNrUBE7CZIqbnfXcoSAfjYu5p9DZ295jpgs2pge2G057MlLl54G3-LHnyFF7BITE7EouhHtnk8goi6IUjmpVYsRIfTdOWueMZE_654mgkdRwehRYNtNoSUhQqCp512zg3LOEUkt9V0/s400/Henry+Birthday+008.JPG" border="0" /></a> Pizza and games at Chucky Cheese for me- because I'm three!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5C8Pd9rretHsZPvOPXGJPauGvmQvhiX9CR1AAB80zQWeIPma9G5BFiL1K89NW3if1PTu3QbrGLBtfCwT-11m3vAAl4yoh5I19jLdfdHn0W1bOXQMce-ncVu1mMz-Br3sY5KKlsZIHw3v4/s1600-h/Henry+Birthday+022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301166690986444066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5C8Pd9rretHsZPvOPXGJPauGvmQvhiX9CR1AAB80zQWeIPma9G5BFiL1K89NW3if1PTu3QbrGLBtfCwT-11m3vAAl4yoh5I19jLdfdHn0W1bOXQMce-ncVu1mMz-Br3sY5KKlsZIHw3v4/s400/Henry+Birthday+022.JPG" border="0" /></a> A CARS cake it had to be- because I'm three.<br /><br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOJFXg9ST2uvLSYVqiZWcshT7Vr4ZDgEIHUlC36sAqU5B7PNf_jGEgs-JM-UIL_lwC3A9NMROHZ6oZHxsrWpgPPLPW2GfFzvKJkDaCtAT8dFvaZPvdxPIUrDm67pehv7-Sm3zymoJyHt6w/s1600-h/Henry+Birthday+025.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301166685856571746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOJFXg9ST2uvLSYVqiZWcshT7Vr4ZDgEIHUlC36sAqU5B7PNf_jGEgs-JM-UIL_lwC3A9NMROHZ6oZHxsrWpgPPLPW2GfFzvKJkDaCtAT8dFvaZPvdxPIUrDm67pehv7-Sm3zymoJyHt6w/s400/Henry+Birthday+025.JPG" border="0" /></a> Daddy said the candle would taste yummy. I didn't know he was just teasing me- I am only three.<br /><br />Henry has grown and learned so much in the past year that it astounds me. He is my handsome prince and I love that he loves with reckless abandon; he gives loves and kisses like nobodies business. He may look/act exactly like his daddy, but at heart he is his Mama's boy! We're so proud of our little one- Happy Birthday Henry.</div></div></div>Higham Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17683224367221023833noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865699133276449285.post-43418756480638698002009-02-06T17:13:00.001-08:002009-02-06T17:56:58.488-08:00Worth the Wait!The boys have been saving their money (with lots of help from family) for just over two years. We always knew it was a "Mickey Mouse House" fund, but only in the last year did we decide to make the leap before leaving NY. The boys worked really hard- we have added many gross, dirty pennies found in a parking lot to the fund. So, the day after Christmas, we let them open up their bank and count the money. I'll admit, I was impressed! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh2jZxbMjKOspQFBvbCibRxYwsyzxX81mmPxOGSqvv1GZAke4K7ZCnIeYyBBLLTT6hbM4ckLFE5Z96ulp9Y649ccM4nKlMdYIG_dSAllbLM8QCKumXe4lLh47ypxhJwhBY6g5z4adrxC01/s1600-h/PC260171.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299860999368174578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh2jZxbMjKOspQFBvbCibRxYwsyzxX81mmPxOGSqvv1GZAke4K7ZCnIeYyBBLLTT6hbM4ckLFE5Z96ulp9Y649ccM4nKlMdYIG_dSAllbLM8QCKumXe4lLh47ypxhJwhBY6g5z4adrxC01/s400/PC260171.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilcnPbo0rzCAB0hwOzaBtigNC5mp409LzCLeIadNaD2YLpJWpFMgCilZWu1DJ_Zep2xK3CR5mYXa9szZsPINF01-x76FbtQYgHcIA514BZQZUsYRtmiPBAHqnbOwYGbF0gYlDwrXJ1qK02/s1600-h/PC260181.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299860997687889010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilcnPbo0rzCAB0hwOzaBtigNC5mp409LzCLeIadNaD2YLpJWpFMgCilZWu1DJ_Zep2xK3CR5mYXa9szZsPINF01-x76FbtQYgHcIA514BZQZUsYRtmiPBAHqnbOwYGbF0gYlDwrXJ1qK02/s400/PC260181.JPG" border="0" /></a>The last week of January found us escaping yukky cold Rochester for a week in sunny warm Florida. Can I just say, I would worship the sun if Icould! It honestly makes my soul happy. We were lucky enough to have Grandma and Grandpa Higham come as well; they too make my soul happy.<br /><div style="WIDTH: 480px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><embed src="http://w649.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=" width="480" height="360" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed><a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: left; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" /></a><a href="http://s649.photobucket.com/albums/uu217/karahigham/?action=view&current=bc563468.pbw" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: left; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" /></a></div></div><br />I know the boys may not always have true memories of WDW, but right now it's all they can talk about. I constantly hear about this ride or meeting this character, and I love how their faces still light up when they talk about it. Besides, in 15-20 years, they'll have the implanted memories from their scrapbooks to carry them through. It was a great trip, and I feel strengthened to survive the rest of this artic winter that is devoid of real heat producing sun.Higham Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17683224367221023833noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865699133276449285.post-3682969921564601922009-01-11T16:31:00.000-08:002009-01-11T16:55:02.143-08:00Winter in our WorldThe New Year found us on a fabulous sled hill with some great friends. We went to the same hill last year, but it was tons better this year. It was warmer, the wind was calm, and both boys could walk back up the hill by themselves this time. It was a great outing.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290199442480808866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1LhcOsIuNeUDrCBnA7Z__cXC7jD7cxjie6Vi5h8s-yA1X1RotaudJdDbXAY0vT9cbkqwTBhyphenhyphentC5UU_RqnnyAPbKv8kdGVpuQN3_sI3riGfzvn0ZepBrbPmDJbs5M5l9Tu5-gIfGKOOZ-0/s400/P1030206.JPG" border="0" />But when Henry's done, he's done.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290199448498978978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9TGM-WQHOHu1rGfI4fyeWWxMMEYXGiUyjuqlFgKTZT6xp17s3JNIPEpqlGJSoseNno3ww8BpDNiRoaJsxgZuQIvhb-z0LWKMSMxxxch66FYwN66WLk1lFtiMrT9Nf4AdNbomYNd4NDFUa/s400/P1030218.JPG" border="0" />A recent playdate graced us with the fun of an inside "snow storm". It's amazing the amount of little clingy bead things are in about half of a large bean bag. It's even more amazing the mess two four year olds and an almost three year old can do in about 30 minutes of un-visually observed playtime. (My friend and I were upstairs chatting while the boys played in the basement.)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihXwj-cTWKywo7Vz4VtfCtRjGTeRIoRE98mmoL8OHbLmPEiukoXB3Gw4OCR7pyTinJXWbz83sSxva2YjihVzD_A972PWDXt1JIZnr02N_p3G89Y_2x9rBBdVhLoDGENAjFvYAi6rvDSgxt/s1600-h/P1060227.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290200597806886850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihXwj-cTWKywo7Vz4VtfCtRjGTeRIoRE98mmoL8OHbLmPEiukoXB3Gw4OCR7pyTinJXWbz83sSxva2YjihVzD_A972PWDXt1JIZnr02N_p3G89Y_2x9rBBdVhLoDGENAjFvYAi6rvDSgxt/s400/P1060227.JPG" border="0" /></a> A perfect example of why we need to visually check on our kids, not just always trust their verbal answer of "We're just playing". <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz4VwEMHVY2NyRQOAPSlpfgeOhpJ-NwazhlnwsE8VFmBibWv2WSkKXef1v6wRvRDSKsOGBC-Xgdan3WKWVCnlEfAqCr47GJi6absJAo5AD9oWvKnywn6df8ZoCVh1y_m1Q-_WyQ8pXTTYe/s1600-h/P1060221.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290200593540331058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz4VwEMHVY2NyRQOAPSlpfgeOhpJ-NwazhlnwsE8VFmBibWv2WSkKXef1v6wRvRDSKsOGBC-Xgdan3WKWVCnlEfAqCr47GJi6absJAo5AD9oWvKnywn6df8ZoCVh1y_m1Q-_WyQ8pXTTYe/s400/P1060221.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhut2hd-_TDdAZdO4JefNPtc5rvZi85hF_2_owPhtaOJuUovo1UWRch9rwbmwyqzHGvaDpPqwXUqiTyUF143sQCKrsYDRgiCIg6N_bhLmqSFgyAmlfQAwrKFflg13i4PDTO0vu7wqfghv1W/s1600-h/P1060219.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290200590097039138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhut2hd-_TDdAZdO4JefNPtc5rvZi85hF_2_owPhtaOJuUovo1UWRch9rwbmwyqzHGvaDpPqwXUqiTyUF143sQCKrsYDRgiCIg6N_bhLmqSFgyAmlfQAwrKFflg13i4PDTO0vu7wqfghv1W/s400/P1060219.JPG" border="0" /></a> Oh well, nothing an extra four hours with a borrowed shop vac and a batch of blueberry muffins (for the shopvac owners- our apartment maintance crew) didn't fix. Gotta love the winter time!</div></div>Higham Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17683224367221023833noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865699133276449285.post-90080090454155156902008-12-24T09:15:00.000-08:002008-12-24T09:21:11.007-08:00Dear SantaDear Santa,<br /> We're calling your bluff. Mama and Dad have been making us be good for weeks now, saying you won't come if we're not. Well, we're done! We woke up looking for a fight today and we know you're too busy loading the sleigh to back out now, so we're done being good. We're fighting, yelling, being sassy and whiny, throwing toys, and causing mass havoc. What are you gonna do about it? Mama said she was about to be done with us by 8:30 this morning, and she's still here, so we know you won't bail out either. It sure does feel good to get all this pent up naughtiness out!<br /> Love Much-<br /> Hunter and HenryHigham Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17683224367221023833noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865699133276449285.post-9359026562090692222008-12-23T17:33:00.000-08:002008-12-23T18:01:23.542-08:00Merry Christmas Grandma and Grandpa!<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx5LJvpeIK0YMTdw4bARj7C_P7h0yPiX2nvoJsKFE_RC8_oiNCKc-XKoXi2VkcUiLQOZNs-NWQQY_wbWXTK1Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>This year we've decided to send Christmas to the Grandparents via our blog. The boys have been practicing for weeks. We miss you, love you, and wish you a Merry Christmas! </p>Higham Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17683224367221023833noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865699133276449285.post-32205411306648412922008-12-23T07:30:00.000-08:002008-12-23T08:31:11.425-08:00The Big 4!Hunter turned four last week; an event he has been waiting for and planning since December of last year. I promise he hadn't been three for a day when he started talking about when he would turn 4. This year he got to have his first friends party, and that too he has been planning for over a year. Since Disney's Cars is still his favorite movie (and the only movie he's not scared of), Hunter had a Cars Party. It was a great day- Hunter says it was a "Super-Dee-Duper Fun Party". <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283018429656171698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGct2YiurL1WczvkMksdOGWh-lVcC0nyK_TuT9ujMphydyM2Z2ABKMQhiMkPM9eb5JD4qScC5lx_QuEY7MsGcpeZzlo31lN1CZ4Cub8IpROPxopMxwLulxXEfWo9vUPsNYEQOkF0lTq2S6/s400/Gingerbread+and+Birthday+Party+046.JPG" border="0" />No, those are not eggs on the cupcakes, they're tires. Or at least they were supposed to be tires. Hunter didn't blow out the candles, he blew off the cupcake! Luckily, Jordan picked it up really quick and nothing caught on fire.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283018423504360402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwd8u2Z23VsD7L6CBJJP2zaGjPlL5Qy3N6VGBC-yD9G04_3rKYgDJW5Ebu6ubZqoIkB96jTHT6hYAufoBBiAKXrjPXUJNUB1DvHSlocF5pLrp_4wKJSSGUpRiSKAOx7ZZVcHYqxqoGhHeg/s400/Gingerbread+and+Birthday+Party+069.JPG" border="0" />Hunter after eating his whole cupcake. None of the other kids managed to eat a whole one. (I made them from scratch, and those cupcakes were solid! Even though is was a seriously yummy little cake, it was just that- a mini cake.)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283018448139038882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9uG17STDeBoFPeXBk0B0xlJA6GwYzorgq_Pl6pWparLdvO2xPG6Ik8DyRhhFUX3ADGNOP8TdLamzHxTcrfe8X_nLSeDONNjMCmALyBBThNM0YMZh7JdOhdQQ0hsJcdUrzlDWB16023vKz/s400/December+18+003.JPG" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr6SkipK-DbhJ9NPf5Amj4EOQ4AW71P889vlEEjVpevNz36ExGeL-5wQ0fAma2hi7CnsxZ6-KTg0jrNz1uyn0JJwSY8dOQeCObSKVE16XEknCx2DmAWpZShc9XMmOficura2mu7RpfTFrl/s1600-h/December+18+027.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283019221563955090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr6SkipK-DbhJ9NPf5Amj4EOQ4AW71P889vlEEjVpevNz36ExGeL-5wQ0fAma2hi7CnsxZ6-KTg0jrNz1uyn0JJwSY8dOQeCObSKVE16XEknCx2DmAWpZShc9XMmOficura2mu7RpfTFrl/s400/December+18+027.JPG" border="0" /></a> Hunter is in love with his remote control dump truck. Every morning he sneaks into our room and tells me we just have to go downstairs because he's hungry. But then as soon as we get downstairs, all he wants to do is drive his truck. Hunter knows I'll jump and run if I think he needs food; he's a crafty little 4 year old!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_TGqhzh8ilrMHwiLuJeT7mofuEQ16CFVpWkseG81-tjg597D0R_Cn0AzBfYEUJE6432oHv1uFE4HooZksVo1N2xeHMQeBmVMPfpS0sN98B7xthhLXfh4eOxVlHopbZAA4b4pencNzQatR/s1600-h/December+18+006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283019200777404690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_TGqhzh8ilrMHwiLuJeT7mofuEQ16CFVpWkseG81-tjg597D0R_Cn0AzBfYEUJE6432oHv1uFE4HooZksVo1N2xeHMQeBmVMPfpS0sN98B7xthhLXfh4eOxVlHopbZAA4b4pencNzQatR/s400/December+18+006.JPG" border="0" /></a> Hunter and I made him a real cake on his actual birthday. Daddy also took Hunter out to breakfast and Hunter got to see Santa at Pre-school on his big day too. It was a busy day, but worth it, because Hunter loves being 4! </div>Higham Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17683224367221023833noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865699133276449285.post-8718839660603317982008-12-16T09:34:00.000-08:002008-12-16T10:11:32.196-08:00It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like ChristmasI've never been this ahead of the game before. Usually I don't start acknowledging the Christmas season until mid-December. This year I got my stuff together early, and now our tree is cut and decorated, our gingerbread is baked and decorated, and our shopping is done. It's nice to not be hurried up until the night before.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280446435040938418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeub8F8e_hXbLTcPwlwDE0BabvE8ZyrjMQB_M1HUuCoMY1o_0DUMFvcl_hpMfKUPBYkPMwBust3ttDc1a1npbiwPvL-4NFmSL9LuFD2iI6AHvKAoD87kfmVJ0YrlOSGsVB4vZqKZj6mNIm/s400/Tree+and+Gingerbread+006.JPG" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVLW8dTIcz5R3-ldDkElGJklU7TlxnYzHWVuyuKZ2R28gHPm3BJyu98UOvhnfuJZM2Rz4DU_Al59a7UfixMgYrgz1wqdTeYV0_a9QyZm8jc0_rRB5VsPS9zZkbWpFblTiVuZHdnBrGB3qg/s1600-h/Tree+and+Gingerbread+009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280447199383987682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVLW8dTIcz5R3-ldDkElGJklU7TlxnYzHWVuyuKZ2R28gHPm3BJyu98UOvhnfuJZM2Rz4DU_Al59a7UfixMgYrgz1wqdTeYV0_a9QyZm8jc0_rRB5VsPS9zZkbWpFblTiVuZHdnBrGB3qg/s400/Tree+and+Gingerbread+009.JPG" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280446886928960690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiANgFfjgrpgpY6YEuiqXGO0tEElZ4-ktF8v4lotgvAq6xA1tuoFXg-JgZIpx3FEq2vhgZv1ad5XhTzXhBy04uOzMLF0qTGzLF374L0AZ9N3d9-JwkSm5vi6fhYMeGvGNYpJDbtp71PQACB/s400/Tree+and+Gingerbread+010.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDxT1qtHmk3d5ZQl6PDtgbFe_FCvgHjnG9VPpRd9MBV4gbH7mneO2ZblHoj3x4PY9aKUYl4Bqx8skLtbSF89jNLoP2W5aH6pe_COJ5iFkH1K_F_AiJwHEj9fxb6GHBXfWiJGZ3TfkfjH0R/s1600-h/Tree+and+Gingerbread+015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280446896522083618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDxT1qtHmk3d5ZQl6PDtgbFe_FCvgHjnG9VPpRd9MBV4gbH7mneO2ZblHoj3x4PY9aKUYl4Bqx8skLtbSF89jNLoP2W5aH6pe_COJ5iFkH1K_F_AiJwHEj9fxb6GHBXfWiJGZ3TfkfjH0R/s400/Tree+and+Gingerbread+015.JPG" border="0" /></a> I find that trees are always better at night with the lights on, but my camera seems to only like it in the daylight hours.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280446421510842594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU9Dq-baHuJcGTaYSf5X3ntXutj_nA1bA4O3h7TNBsZDMcQB7_2BrWiB_dhSERlOJgGRVD1hc7DeKBWQH29m_Hk1UjG8RzDaOuA6r2l8DtTa-WhrD831Z2JVA4ieC_Ahbb7Rmq9XUjwHLp/s400/Tree+and+Gingerbread+007.JPG" border="0" />This year's house turned out to be a little more than I expected, but it was fun. It was harder and at the same time easier to assemble than last years graham crackers. Again, the boys loved every step; baking the gingerbread, picking out the candy, and of course decorating/eating.<br /><div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisBkaVkS88GORxyR4agTrnFjPQx8dH8T3TuTFISGZB5KcelvZZwLMhVWLnXLwMKS1qOAN8MK2KzwM65wD0cfepRd_bokT3L6XLOUssJyTbJPsJIzi2oUhjOnWt0-Dxo6WMWh4fyLTWN3_I/s1600-h/Tree+and+Gingerbread+012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280446447350890370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisBkaVkS88GORxyR4agTrnFjPQx8dH8T3TuTFISGZB5KcelvZZwLMhVWLnXLwMKS1qOAN8MK2KzwM65wD0cfepRd_bokT3L6XLOUssJyTbJPsJIzi2oUhjOnWt0-Dxo6WMWh4fyLTWN3_I/s400/Tree+and+Gingerbread+012.JPG" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280451735170001682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5MBHUFyPacpA0d488cGW4AUKm8FM1z2rQHj5osgw8IiWcETVXWuWxLjHLteXLmuL0I1YlBDvB-IRmkTsDA8LaMNufRVvNZojyy8sORRFjr9DHna2U02p7ZdgsXjGz16IfY5nTAwDtjMdd/s400/Tree+and+Gingerbread+013.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzHDRAmlz0j8f9xUyZhsN1M6oqLFJpVIwZ-hRpkEt772TiNMW6fPnMn_xmUrXGGNuNxGvw4vxa8JymzMPIAv1jFPHOK2s2ZB9c9vnaMNUerbBEz3IE_m6aYVNaC7F1AfjSA_Vm3M8OZ7tT/s1600-h/Tree+and+Gingerbread+011.JPG"></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280446457936372914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrwaqo3TFcFbQKbO32DQGj8CD0IpWEXf1aNYbH1hsJaJzGoaWY76ady3yQxruEoC-_iS_x2uRtRWPKz-KEZpKJ50NfbK-aG7EcugMevvMqmQ1gEBr1rd6wFxwPLvpALFpyjH_XEY3vbSyH/s400/Tree+and+Gingerbread+017.JPG" border="0" /> We weren't on top of everything this year. Again we missed the boat on Christmas cards. I have an utmost respect for those families who can get everyone to look decent at the same moment for the camera. I know I could send out a card without a picture, but who wants that? So Merry Christmas to all. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Higham Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17683224367221023833noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865699133276449285.post-15465846476483407512008-11-26T07:16:00.000-08:002008-11-26T07:45:41.197-08:00An Update<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAQP20oRJiKWE023jMvU4I1yS_RjuBFzyuXX4ZE1I-AvVqMJHIqMGCtdP27VNKgI_KnhvGlT8D1VNe-lQkkn3nh5A9B6m0SnB1FEUc9AocqS8xeH2buUp1k5umzX5yJVa2HOVNkBara9XY/s1600-h/DSC01005%5B1%5D.JPG"></a>She's home! Baby <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Kesa</span> is two weeks old today, home, and doing great. My sister says she loves to eat and is a very good little girl. Her brothers (especially the 20 month old) love her and always check to make sure she's still there. My sister is healing- she's tired and sore, but she's healing. I love having such a great sister and niece to be thankful for at this time of year. I've posted some "edited" details of the scary birth story at the end, so if you don't want to know- stop reading after the second picture.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272986536590296562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMEzRDfzpoZUA1f3KLZyG-hBNmZVggnb-p8mhOJU6938ezspyw0uUKW6Lp2T-3KMkSCbeqgOZHcfAIGRQZExzZIJtVoxLQPPPi99ieVTWahVZ80iXgTHQgMZUeioBqJUH33_iRRCMI8GVD/s400/DSC00992%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" />Seriously- how cute is this little girl's grinner!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLJkfbivEcJbUPmefx1CBLfUEaJRubs5yDJc0j7zGoTv7gk9Y4jLmYSYvDG_fJc8JL0Uq1CZq_MmDY6o90Ta1_yuL8fFqW4wjC3ysgg8TjUa-nalbV471rlxWAbL7DIBeLYiSFpgJtJv4g/s1600-h/DSC01002%5B1%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272986540583164210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLJkfbivEcJbUPmefx1CBLfUEaJRubs5yDJc0j7zGoTv7gk9Y4jLmYSYvDG_fJc8JL0Uq1CZq_MmDY6o90Ta1_yuL8fFqW4wjC3ysgg8TjUa-nalbV471rlxWAbL7DIBeLYiSFpgJtJv4g/s400/DSC01002%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a> My sister, Jen, went into labor what they thought was 2-3 weeks early. She labors quick, so she's never used an epidural and didn't this time either. With her first push, the cord prolapsed (shot out before baby). At the same time, baby <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">flipped</span> into a transverse <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">position</span> (on her side) and pinched off the cord. The doctor held 8-10 inches of non-pulsating cord in his hands as he tried to push baby off the cord to relieve some pressure. Blood and oxygen were still flowing out of baby, but the pathway back was what was shut off. Baby was too stuck to move either way- she wasn't coming out and wasn't going back in- still no pulsations in cord. They flipped my sister onto her head and tried to vacuum baby out. After three unsuccessful <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">attempts</span>, doctor used his hands to open my sister up and go in after baby. (Yes, his hands- not surgical tools) Baby rushed to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">NIC</span>-U and given lots of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">NIC</span>-U attention for just over a week. Due to size and developmental stages, Baby determined to be closer to 5 weeks early. Sister <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">received</span> two units of blood and a little extra time in hospital. Now both are home and doing well. Thank heavens for happy endings!</div>Higham Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17683224367221023833noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865699133276449285.post-6766801408017749132008-11-18T09:57:00.000-08:002008-11-18T13:06:54.345-08:00Things I Am Thankful For...1- Cell Phones to keep me connected to my sister<br /><br />2- Hospitals with trained doctors and medical technology<br /><br />3- Said doctors who know how to act quickly and trust gut instincts<br /><br />4- Tender mercies from our Heavenly Father<br /><br />5- The lives of my sister and her first little girl!<br /><br />My sister, whom I adore, just gave birth to her first little girl- <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Keasa</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Keara</span> Jo. It was a very scary and unusual delivery. My sister said I could share her story, but I know at least a couple of our friends that are pregnant or just about to deliver, and the story is not something those people should be reading. Instead, I will focus on the good. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Keasa</span> is almost a week old and still in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">NIC</span>-U, but her brain activity is fine, she's breathing on her own, and they have now removed all IV lines. Now the doctors are just watching her temperature and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">jaundice</span> levels. Her awesome black eye will heal, as will the bruises on her head. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvgTjxYncK4zSyA9wpxdAqorMKsgK8jbV1nM0NQmbO_gXc2TQWeIWqN9KtYUEqw3nD45HI0c6KgR78oyCFu7CMyl6b-4NaQ2c3RfGKvSAHPrSeoZBXMfxr-oVJVySxOLE3iTu2HWXxAXN4/s1600-h/Kesa.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270059918850245618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvgTjxYncK4zSyA9wpxdAqorMKsgK8jbV1nM0NQmbO_gXc2TQWeIWqN9KtYUEqw3nD45HI0c6KgR78oyCFu7CMyl6b-4NaQ2c3RfGKvSAHPrSeoZBXMfxr-oVJVySxOLE3iTu2HWXxAXN4/s400/Kesa.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikAosdjHZWmUEhvjAkz93ML0LC28gegz64UzKU6zEYuXTUYbZUAIFsAYpYNewjaW_hjpqljITHU_vWV2IV-F1KHzwyEagHlf09tHeuY2kWXVFDctH-iEdR6syejc0cRMjL-k6WrWUGn-eR/s1600-h/DSC00984%5B1%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270059910395332066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikAosdjHZWmUEhvjAkz93ML0LC28gegz64UzKU6zEYuXTUYbZUAIFsAYpYNewjaW_hjpqljITHU_vWV2IV-F1KHzwyEagHlf09tHeuY2kWXVFDctH-iEdR6syejc0cRMjL-k6WrWUGn-eR/s400/DSC00984%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Keasa</span> has 5 big brothers who are very excited to welcome her and a daddy that is already so in love with her that it's adorable. My sister is a wonder to all who know her and even though she's in untold amounts of physical pain, she's at home and slowly returning to the duties of a mom of 6. I'm very sad to not be there helping, but thankful for unlimited cell phone minutes and e-mails to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">receive</span> pictures. </div>Higham Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17683224367221023833noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865699133276449285.post-27671493283843789702008-11-14T20:09:00.001-08:002008-11-14T20:43:04.917-08:00The FamilyI don't usually watch regular t.v. (save for my favorite addictions). I prefer to stick with The Food Network. Now I know why. I like Barbra Walters; I like a good interview, but tonight I feel a little ill about what I spent an hour of my time watching. In a moment of channel surfing, I stumbled upon tonight's Special Report- something about a pregnant man. I'd never even heard of this craziness and now the baby is 4 months old. As flabbergasted as I was at the idea of this outta control story, I could not stop watching. And over and over again as the idea of what makes a family was contested, I could not stop reciting "The Family A Proclamation to the World". Where has common sense gone? My boys are at a stage where they fear being laughed at by other kids. I'll tell you what, nothing in their little lives will ever cause them to be mocked like the unfortunate children of these selfish people. I just don't get it and I guess that's a good thing.Higham Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17683224367221023833noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865699133276449285.post-81379467996637250372008-11-05T18:40:00.001-08:002008-11-05T19:07:29.363-08:00The Animals at the ZooThe last few days have been unbelievably beautiful. We're talking high 60's -low 70's, sunny and calm. Amazing! So this morning in the midst of piles of laundry, dishes, and dust, we said "Blah, let's go to the zoo". Just because we bailed on chores, doesn't mean the zookeepers get to take a break. They must have been doing some serious deep cleaning- the entire zoo reeked! I'm not talking a little stink, I'm talking the kind of stink that makes one gag. Thankfully most of the animals were outside and we didn't have to spend much time at the inside exhibits. Despite the stench, the boys loved seeing all the animals. And it was a great day to be outside. Our zoo isn't the most up to date, but they're working on it. Hence all the fence pictures. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg30860GvdZkvQkBLT310EPsaVW6BARgZOR3hEm7hPppJsaPyu0YXmQrr9ye2FrjRPG3uoUIxkKWqPjr41xyWe1p5_fdC1fRGUlSlCNcQqKwwLGHTAv5E9kDnBWHXAlAm81Hq3vl2KGAY8z/s1600-h/Zoo+in+November+003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265369958630926754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg30860GvdZkvQkBLT310EPsaVW6BARgZOR3hEm7hPppJsaPyu0YXmQrr9ye2FrjRPG3uoUIxkKWqPjr41xyWe1p5_fdC1fRGUlSlCNcQqKwwLGHTAv5E9kDnBWHXAlAm81Hq3vl2KGAY8z/s400/Zoo+in+November+003.JPG" border="0" /></a> "Roar, we're Tigers"<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgawp_wZldtFOpUl2L_hET_Nkf8e1ASAYvK7D7SbBjHl-cFdC3VHmly0bYpiVbEe-E_dD3X9gdR5NlsyVeB2JsemKNjHdqACzA-iG08BjXIhdovT6vqkUWPKrtBLPFLiAbNoyp2dMYP5sqH/s1600-h/Zoo+in+November+008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265369928097763554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgawp_wZldtFOpUl2L_hET_Nkf8e1ASAYvK7D7SbBjHl-cFdC3VHmly0bYpiVbEe-E_dD3X9gdR5NlsyVeB2JsemKNjHdqACzA-iG08BjXIhdovT6vqkUWPKrtBLPFLiAbNoyp2dMYP5sqH/s400/Zoo+in+November+008.JPG" border="0" /></a> Hunter- king of the mountain.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXrFJwvtRbO1i4vjTTJZMBLb69mF7V6VPvQh-x3UkQYLz6uKkxgluyUFtftsdH-KrhbUNQvo5JvBNf2zAvFyi_JqGeVKZO9_Sut3n8GNu7Q_vuvYMkklUV0DvzOZbz8PFbNUE4bgbL__zA/s1600-h/Zoo+in+November+015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265369926174013250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXrFJwvtRbO1i4vjTTJZMBLb69mF7V6VPvQh-x3UkQYLz6uKkxgluyUFtftsdH-KrhbUNQvo5JvBNf2zAvFyi_JqGeVKZO9_Sut3n8GNu7Q_vuvYMkklUV0DvzOZbz8PFbNUE4bgbL__zA/s400/Zoo+in+November+015.JPG" border="0" /></a> Still a few fall colors left.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0WzQrVSW6RWkSlbtH4Za5tzB10_VIfyyAQZhvD2TURodcLdviViA2tGKfMNKOYXkx9yvpNjT_e8mR3ZxRcHZCd8EhYIxzc-ixaRcvkNiZqmJYzGGrbExyOPwS83G4EasU6gq5hExydP8J/s1600-h/Zoo+in+November+016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265369920730778434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0WzQrVSW6RWkSlbtH4Za5tzB10_VIfyyAQZhvD2TURodcLdviViA2tGKfMNKOYXkx9yvpNjT_e8mR3ZxRcHZCd8EhYIxzc-ixaRcvkNiZqmJYzGGrbExyOPwS83G4EasU6gq5hExydP8J/s400/Zoo+in+November+016.JPG" border="0" /></a> The wolves were very cool. The one in the back would howl, and the one in front would howl in response. Or at least it would try- you know how your voice cracks when you try to hit a high note, but are a little sick? That's what happened to the front wolf every time it tried to respond. It was one of those things that should not have been so captivating, but we couldn't turn away. We watched and listened for almost 20 minutes. That poor wolf just wouldn't give up; it just kept singing. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjqcZoOcKd3T_5TkyfqTiuu3z6Csju8FqL7mSkA4k_9xjS4oG3IySdqXksRQvPda-wI0cqvjL57uE7tc-fKpyLRvVpcCDsdRVmV5ay_uJbFfeze0IDJVbbk_8cF75tHk88dFh0toLRl0F-/s1600-h/Zoo+in+November+019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265369913749488914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjqcZoOcKd3T_5TkyfqTiuu3z6Csju8FqL7mSkA4k_9xjS4oG3IySdqXksRQvPda-wI0cqvjL57uE7tc-fKpyLRvVpcCDsdRVmV5ay_uJbFfeze0IDJVbbk_8cF75tHk88dFh0toLRl0F-/s400/Zoo+in+November+019.JPG" border="0" /></a> Tonight before prayers, when Jordan and I asked the boys what they were thankful for today, Hunter answered "That we got to see the animals at the zoo". It was a good lesson for me; he may not always notice that I wash his clothes, cook his food, or pick up his toys- that's just everyday stuff. What he'll remember is that one day I didn't. Instead, I took him and his brother to see the animals at the zoo. <div></div></div></div></div></div>Higham Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17683224367221023833noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865699133276449285.post-31690329666724947502008-11-02T17:45:00.000-08:002008-11-02T18:54:06.036-08:00Happy? Halloween<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBKNfv4xryqgswFcRsJ_1nJgweu3SkQayO_mE3G1V_7RpV1lqF0k_aWk_J_2ZFazRK9MLUXKCJEQYXnQvdCgzRRKoKgB491_oeHF8QBEFRDkfUE4Is9l6nmqJmiselYCZitk38_WOmNW1Q/s1600-h/Halloween+026.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264244196819135458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBKNfv4xryqgswFcRsJ_1nJgweu3SkQayO_mE3G1V_7RpV1lqF0k_aWk_J_2ZFazRK9MLUXKCJEQYXnQvdCgzRRKoKgB491_oeHF8QBEFRDkfUE4Is9l6nmqJmiselYCZitk38_WOmNW1Q/s400/Halloween+026.JPG" border="0" /></a> Some enthusiasm please. Halloween was a great day- start to finish- for our family, but you'd never know it by the pictures I got. This is our friend Perrin, the three boys together are "The Guys". They had a great time trick or treating, but not so excited to be taking pictures before getting candy. I may have to post a Halloween II after I get the pictures from Perrin's mom- surely her pictures are happier than ours.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264242698166016722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKj8OnCvJSVUnWX_deDv6neZ2qkazVzJuzT1IxGQrJy3Gj1qZmQSwGOcaNtnqZc0riITdMf97a-6asQwhtRAKdtYKl9xw8X2yHWA8Bt1ejOjHyiaGWmDV8TwhERFOxpLYyTQICxMXB8fgp/s400/Halloween+021.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264242694429234482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi3OHQGH_-Iym5_XbnE-d6pfkX6OGO-wvb9MeiKNjKdoCWWQj6mfB9g86PoRS8UgLMmrhFbRNl6PuN2ouDSLm6XlqqCollxyvHpawRC-6vLl8OMltvRk1lG_iC7aWcj6iohjfmRpFHfcAC/s400/Halloween+020.JPG" border="0" /> Why do we carve pumpkins? No body wants to touch pumpkin guts, the little guys want to hold the sharp tools (not the pretend tools), someone ends up crying, someone ends up yelling, and the grown ups want to just toss the idea all together, but we persist and the end results are worth the effort. Of course I didn't get a picture of Hunter's pumpkin (the one that caused the most yelling and crying). It was really small, but Jordan managed to carve a bat in it. The boys loved them once they were done. So we'll continue to carve pumpkins at Halloween.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264243756129533314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE5tmsaL_VVGn7VqQPshkhjFRQTH4CDslquCVOdwdNWHmQZsDPiYPKDolAOtJXdHhuBzDvmHJUzrb3GCSGw4J4B37TaTDomoET97Y0ocuDW-6oYVEuF2K3DZJIaL9kj1F-yfgvZIcNVESo/s400/Halloween+029.JPG" border="0" />A week before Halloween, our church hosted a little carnival. Hunter really wanted to participate in the pie eating contest. Does he know what a pie eating contest is? No, but he knows he likes pie and he now likes to eat, so a pie eating contest had to be a good thing. Never to be left out, Henry jumped up to the table at the last second. My two little guys went head to head against a bunch of 6-10 year olds. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264242678524883266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihVsEbbt5pVnsg7JXbNVgOnDsXm-w9yf2-mfEwu_KG7E5xumd8MDnCVD7ByVMobhTam1Zqn8We_PDi2Ar12YwiFaVpp1J8dhh8W2_BaYiYJ4GV6n_1W-BR1LPfkl8_4giHjFX93wPjc0JI/s400/Halloween+009.JPG" border="0" />Somehow eating pie fast made no sense to either the boys, so after the contest was over, I moved them to another table to finish eating their pies. They may have lost the contest, but all they cared about was getting to eat an entire pie. And they left the table with much cleaner faces than the big kids. <br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264242683068709042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDw81XnTFUuq42NsVJ56ua_uF_sAuSFcd7QvsnlOZpkqvHGj4mCgOXP7fCOWwBh5i1eAga5giUasoVsMVzBMHcbcibg_nNfm_wxDKHmnWCtEDR17j8DHBogUKLuZadfQ3UhXYm3oK4N2-0/s400/Halloween+014.JPG" border="0" />Perhaps the best part of Halloween was getting to spend a hour at Daddy's work and riding the bus home with him in his super cool Shrek costume. (Note to self- Don't take on sewing projects when I don't know how to sew!) Jordan got mobbed by the Asian families in our neighborhood. He took a million pictures with kids he doesn't know- He finally understands what it would be like to work in Disney Land. Hunter was a UW Football Player. Henry was a Hunter.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264243762012298306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-libtq3WJuhPWu-ytNt96cUsUiwqYkK4YeootDehtt1NwQ2UE1JMUIaLMrwvVJtyfrAzq_uvZ3eh4rxe14em1cPMIShlVZZNjDuSap0jhq2ZMwQ3N0JWFXs019B3CGOWTck1V-GVpVNjd/s400/Halloween+023.JPG" border="0" />Or maybe all Henry needed was some serious sugar intake and his good friend Halle to make his Halloween Happy!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8rl5XWpxjMC-iPktGfcbg5SrK-zY5M28PNj6iYgvy45ql5GrA0GPpn9IFKt-3Un6hCfduTgnH6PK5414VfjG2JGsPDNSsi1ZeDWprQtlYtMfg4AvtrXCx9Q_G-e53XKzKyk_xPo_6kwIT/s1600-h/Halloween+030.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264243772365388082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8rl5XWpxjMC-iPktGfcbg5SrK-zY5M28PNj6iYgvy45ql5GrA0GPpn9IFKt-3Un6hCfduTgnH6PK5414VfjG2JGsPDNSsi1ZeDWprQtlYtMfg4AvtrXCx9Q_G-e53XKzKyk_xPo_6kwIT/s400/Halloween+030.JPG" border="0" /></a>Higham Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17683224367221023833noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865699133276449285.post-53237509618018899922008-11-01T06:41:00.000-07:002008-11-01T07:03:17.861-07:00Hacked and HijackedThis past week Jordan's e-mail account was "hacked and hijacked". Hotmail actually calls it that- sounds so scary! Someone broke into his account and changed his password. Every time we'd try to access the e-mail account, hotmail would tell us our new password information would be sent to Jordan's account- wait, you mean the account that is being controlled by some unknown scam? The scammer then proceeded to sent fictitious e-mails to everyone on Jordan's contact list, asking for a large sum of money. And while we'd never turn down money... just kidding. Jordan had to answer a million questions from hotmail- they asked him to list everyone on his contact list with their e-mail address and all possible "Subject" headings in his InBox. Seriously, can anyone list all that without looking at their e-mail? So anyway, Jordan finally got his account back (now with a new password), but all his contacts have been erased. The whole situation is annoying, but that's it. We're thankful that it was e-mail, not bank accounts or other forms of identity. Halloween post soon to come!Higham Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17683224367221023833noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865699133276449285.post-9951263264035098782008-10-15T15:42:00.001-07:002008-10-15T19:14:07.962-07:00Fuel Cell FestivalWe are lucky enough to have a cousin of Jordan's living about 30 minutes away. Several times in the past year we have found ourselves at Tiffany's house for various fun and creative activities. This woman is seriously one of the most creative party planners I've come across. Kent, Tiffany's husband, works for GM; he designs and builds fuel cells. What is a fuel cell you ask? A fuel cell converts the chemicals hydrogen and oxygen into water. That's the most basic description I could find. It's all way above my head. Their web site does a pretty good job of dumbing it down for my less than chemistry minded mind, but anyway, fuel cells power the new Chevrolet Equinox Fuel Cell vehicle. The really important thing is we got to drive a car that isn't even for sale yet. Just a little something to brighten my night.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257516610707539970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9WH6RvzsnyKpA4tG5CA47HXAX0rviYuGAe_1ImwKVMkzTsYzDmToCxkzWt9oI7GrIuEs0cV71Awk7vew4lv5sOCubpeRwQFU0CNz_A-0oVe7OAFJpLDC4WCUAni8tuj6DTjy3ZiIq5SKZ/s400/Fuel+Cell+Fest+005.JPG" border="0" />Just a side note: Yes, Jordan is wearing short sleeves, shorts, and flip-flops. It's still a little like summer here. Not bragging, just being thankful for global warming while testing out a Green vehicle.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257516611768896482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXQyq3A5Wv6kzuPvCqsibIqnOXFwduxZ-DwUUXhy-rAe2cy6C6lGgwMXLetvWaU9KVwTrMxs98fla6r839pBMivbAmyTtPNGEI-1_MqWDoZ1ha_-wiaLdq8RBq-c0ABjWAGNQSCiq5DYSC/s400/Fuel+Cell+Fest+006.JPG" border="0" />While we waited to drive this bad boy; we got to build these bad boys! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHo3RvqwYYQ1e5bONVoUHUsui3ErorQpLkbCtt8jkGx7mieQrRrQ9_myLEt3VqNL1hJZkAMmQ3ftUKCCLjBkvdXOhJLGIDSImt8Myb-oZMIwWiE2hfwZe27jMS-_A5vq-SEdBzBXef2CuU/s1600-h/Fuel+Cell+Fest+003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257516597382546338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHo3RvqwYYQ1e5bONVoUHUsui3ErorQpLkbCtt8jkGx7mieQrRrQ9_myLEt3VqNL1hJZkAMmQ3ftUKCCLjBkvdXOhJLGIDSImt8Myb-oZMIwWiE2hfwZe27jMS-_A5vq-SEdBzBXef2CuU/s400/Fuel+Cell+Fest+003.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgziYYxqJACYcUwIdx_6EDwj7-a_zmNf4urKUp79DsisZ44nQmCgnct4lCdUDj17Tn9StrZW0ibmG3W68Uc_crEJ6uQkhF0_fCOifurWPUVp4r1BrA25tnSG1iFMpfQlLWDAJiBo0O0L34c/s1600-h/Fuel+Cell+Fest+004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257516605100787682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgziYYxqJACYcUwIdx_6EDwj7-a_zmNf4urKUp79DsisZ44nQmCgnct4lCdUDj17Tn9StrZW0ibmG3W68Uc_crEJ6uQkhF0_fCOifurWPUVp4r1BrA25tnSG1iFMpfQlLWDAJiBo0O0L34c/s400/Fuel+Cell+Fest+004.JPG" border="0" /></a> The boys loved building gourd people and frosting sugar cookies. It was a great evening. I even felt inspired to look up fall crafts today. Not inspired enough to actually make anything- I'm building up to that.Higham Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17683224367221023833noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865699133276449285.post-36724680383560072282008-10-14T06:48:00.000-07:002008-10-14T12:44:11.109-07:00An Autumn To RememberFall in the Northeast is truely amazing. We'll be back west next year by this time, so we are trying to take full advantage of the time we have left here. This last weekend found us camping in The Finger Lakes Region- a bit south of us. Die hard campers may argue that because we stayed in a structure with four walls and a roof, we were not really camping. We still had to take all our own blankets, pillows, water, utinsils, blah, blah, blah. We were camping! The sun was shining, the colors were astounding, and my boys (all three of them) were in a little bit of heaven. It was a great weekend.<br /><div align="center">The view out our kitchen window before we left home</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257074310539729154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF7iS4uShxHmlaw3QvlaEHPJ9zNuF3B2KBjISZ7QQvHDr4AizW7L9UIeSfSXR7sKy1Ya3QUP9n2RS6xF5euL9esa4hnrozWZ93-WBO7aEmK_YUtXGraHlNIFxpL1JLrwr34pmxf3SjDdVC/s400/Watkins+Glen+006.JPG" border="0" /></div><p align="center">The cabins around our little cabin<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257074319791059746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivqLpLFH_d4IXlAuCtNyWe8R5PIQmk6fofumEFUByRBJGbzrGHjSnLe7r9sP0k60SXZWwLr36JRdCFAomJGZ6ki1U4koqpMXZyIv_Z_CsAtpIBoM9nRqflXLZMf9QO38EakiTHmhOCoQQx/s400/Watkins+Glen+014.JPG" border="0" /> Our cabin (basically four walls, a roof, and a floor)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257076444280119170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Iwn8Ci62aMTydmQHsGTgK0KZcHSwfab4D-C3YCtVCzyMQE59vieACESen_hPQpPrlVYGn4UFvo3YKOh0hfNs_6PE80RoEBLtDOgey4kpJXMRDoKAA0BVkUbmULvSmsNfHYpoyPXnw5U9/s400/Watkins+Glen+066.JPG" border="0" /> The view out the front of our cabin- Cayuga Lake<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257074338732817730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi61pCBoo2xk4pn7IqNASinw3lYdZkan0vdKUI8tSRJOSsr-9pgwLdd7JBa3qtxD6iVsF37CJ09vxKaIH5-ksM45KNmHyvWqjVQnavHNczwQsUmorBn3ez_huvqFy-i6M8ajHgbGG6iPdas/s400/Watkins+Glen+020.JPG" border="0" /> Taughannock Falls- Highest free falling waterfall in the eastern U.S.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257076449116454354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTi_8f8rV65l6UEkuW2MlaaYEuy6cYdLKr7xhma2W7zWv1or5ms_KuLPTEj1JNhhBYVSerpxCwm-51QWm_vHdzGM2EvtPUO1tCDoxKEnZtY5n-mZ8V9I_hr5b3nO-R3MIgAfK_7FUouIKw/s400/Watkins+Glen+067.JPG" border="0" />A lovely walk along the very dried up river lead us to the base of the Falls. The boys loved playing in the leaves and walking up the dry river bed. Hunter was very brave and attempted to cross the river on his own. I fully expected him to tip over, but his balance was better than the tippy rocks. He didn't even get wet.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257074318452586578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCmWtRKg1YH7V0esCe-DJ6vLaE5nMQJs5xwOxCi44sfC86EHuvfFEFg2DRXeVu4tZNumlEwGPC6ptvMkXRJrfOni1x8aHByKbWDeajWuuph23q8TZiv5CFJhIKa_IcSiA2S6kA7yho1MZa/s400/Watkins+Glen+011.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257097212250883154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_nB0CTn3YhDI_AocSGRRsaLxLlVl5dsgu7ULWOmy6JVC0icDfNDNA9t-E6j1rKsrvZfJZh_iSYzIceNP4cMofFGq4PwyB0Who5x6gdgrZfxhlRiUf6hFWHypEak1HDRmsYXO2s9N6h9nE/s400/Watkins+Glen+051.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257075483560278674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSu4LB6aCl6e7YdCz34NrLelpNBvelEK3Q7fFFc5OxF3S-ie-tvCzigQAiCBBr35GiuJaQh5EjtMBOKfqTKRdlpsD6je6fkC1mReotAII7Rn30Dm6bZf_GP0F0vdg_6euW2g8D5_gZefQj/s400/Watkins+Glen+055.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257076454498779202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi49rqVGUj74Y5NuA4a9Zsj9QtVBP79nHUc3gMVRxq80j0l_d6VAIanXjvZGVbBhDiLl96DG2j_StuthoRZ7PcF_iPZ9RkzOfjYNGYFfg79wnKDHRjFoaWut6LXTOIHgIkl1EMdxQysyMA1/s400/Watkins+Glen+074.JPG" border="0" />Hot dogs and s'mores are the extent of my campfire cooking experience, so when I actually succeeded in pancakes, I was pretty proud of myself.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257074328733027842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDr2zXC2ndBaoRNvsUYXIGU4rwbxUUhhsIWJF2ijAUeUal5AA79A381LaN0vGftO_aHJIkFSv60HXe8V7QKdOqvGLRu4WO5BDlN0ZYfgXakEh2MFDivgxVTWjPlIcLWE6VbH2vUcE-B4UZ/s400/Watkins+Glen+017.JPG" border="0" /> Watkins Glen. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257075476400429074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNI_FK4lAwBtBLSXN_2KjAmi1nRC43Oo33j3o1rIpePBod4Lih70oGpu3Uzj2QMd6tC4PfD8xt_6gZZ9DWnc5vY04iy-tLmwWRk9Pg04HPmvWWY8VN7STQQ2iBiNmaZxJ6LvgUyHvHEyXD/s400/Watkins+Glen+037.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257075471774062642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlveAMWKp9RSlgmCmsQJkKD2Q06rrakh9lq4jaPyvhlhlda8e8c2DRuuqxCLtgx7Zky32hSpN5denUV76VnFW4QnKj869-eJuorGQfcB2H_XHmld8U6r6qZcRhH8xzdDrq9aO1Gs9hIuUg/s400/Watkins+Glen+025.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257075468052403458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_wa4kVDbQGz2Z07QBSFAqbUb9EMphnKJDRArKWKSie4eadmuudSDdnA361dfcCjkVyOF1BVP3zaCkrs10gQUoNTjTq2VJ8hFMuM1-RuLJ4088TBCgdnZPaTJ-Tu5tJ440Zlu7h4FYxCSI/s400/Watkins+Glen+024.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257075478046040754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigJuhoOs_waKysYEB6h_zzrQtltsZI4Xkcj-Mzl8czQfHe7bg2uZ4Vcv4cTFrs2syEDush2zOft8jPYXtIwdN4wlgWnrIOqbmbGDjXrh58DxfUapj0zYs2I2o4yW8W7jhg69KhoGdeawAO/s400/Watkins+Glen+040.JPG" border="0" /> Cayuga Lake<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257076439943382530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilPiYhKhNemZJVcBmRNzoWRR3CRKFBveK1CLXWk4e4d6CNQ4dce4xxGvs92CnGmHcAb7pnXhmC_VaILfApGq33Dj4zXOwr8Nhcvmiq8NRagnUcjsqYwog6NPuDyyHhffGKWbPXxKViuXk3/s400/Watkins+Glen+060.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257076446665981666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV8nn3as38W3e6RXXCU-OFLQEMEYJP71h7lbNYnPZLncUMdb8VYy19r9WGD_TX70rcd0qUN7VjGbdmF6hRylrswDDHYe-4pLOB42OaFEIynoiRwP26ZSj-ZRzjLRj-Ls7hLMo6qFlg5Qbs/s400/Watkins+Glen+062.JPG" border="0" /></p>I'm so thankful that we had such beautiful weather for our fall camping trip. I love the fall colors and I love warm sunshine, so it was the best of both worlds for me.Higham Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17683224367221023833noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865699133276449285.post-21462182129037227692008-10-03T05:12:00.000-07:002008-10-03T05:50:51.638-07:00He's getting so big!First day of Pre-school.<br /> (He was fine, I cried all the way there and all the way home)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGH_Pssr0KK3i4kp7-u8Uf2-3tCrI0EG4UtWgKMojzTJhr3BjZjhdhl5C6Wlvhor2fhFwtZYUe4SbrmndjmtOisHN7I0U1OvGE6rW0Dh0aw2vZbLEQ7UbfJf33krmboVAXroltdE130GVq/s1600-h/P9150229.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252908305115694386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGH_Pssr0KK3i4kp7-u8Uf2-3tCrI0EG4UtWgKMojzTJhr3BjZjhdhl5C6Wlvhor2fhFwtZYUe4SbrmndjmtOisHN7I0U1OvGE6rW0Dh0aw2vZbLEQ7UbfJf33krmboVAXroltdE130GVq/s400/P9150229.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><div>No More Training wheels!<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzV15AtHc7L0FoLCOCORzOiSCam7LPWEAFQiVC1VDXB3ZplCwsyfzmFXpLiq6xG6j7DztNPQQWKpRdN7NWI5g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div></div>Higham Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17683224367221023833noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865699133276449285.post-80662184345348781192008-09-28T05:12:00.000-07:002008-09-30T19:21:02.832-07:00A Return to IdahoSometimes blogging is like my laundry; I can never keep up. We've been back from Idaho for just over two weeks, and here I am just now blogging about a great visit home. Jordan is staring at me from across the room, making sure I stay on track. We've got a ton to blog about and I can sometimes dilly dally when I'm blogging. This is a long one, we were home for about three weeks and it was non-stop the whole time. We saw friends, family, and football. I tell ya, there's nothing like Idaho in the early fall.<br /><div><div><br /><div>It's been over a year since the boys last visited Idaho. It's been even longer since they got to play with their best friend from our Seattle days-Dan. The Chambers' house was high on their priority list of places to go in Idaho. I loved seeing the three boys pick up right where they left off in Seattle; as if time and distance meant nothing to their friendship.<br /></div><div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKVKFDcyUipgvh14yRBykn93EWYtfIVD8An6Brdgbl1y8LWCOqIzp9070iIMWvO6uKUNIw4fdCLvS9TCgGUUgr2JdrwGRKCqT97izxOtz_qrcNWY7GtcqJ82LQm7Ljp4gw_mQpKclTDE5u/s1600-h/P8290106.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251046560632158242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKVKFDcyUipgvh14yRBykn93EWYtfIVD8An6Brdgbl1y8LWCOqIzp9070iIMWvO6uKUNIw4fdCLvS9TCgGUUgr2JdrwGRKCqT97izxOtz_qrcNWY7GtcqJ82LQm7Ljp4gw_mQpKclTDE5u/s400/P8290106.JPG" border="0" /></a> We took a little trip to the cabin. Jordan had to fight the wind and rain for our campfire, but once it caught, it was a goodie!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe-av5irPUxEH9astZvz8t7OsK1FOm3nBsd3qPvmw3pgTtSqB1cBh3XrOhL8xjAx4Kbf5-Sdxb2Ybo3nNIf49aFDLBxCUzhir9NChL6GJxUv9VBcJNWf30cHmN4Nw-QV2WRqzsW9RoKXrh/s1600-h/P9100214.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251046567389275506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe-av5irPUxEH9astZvz8t7OsK1FOm3nBsd3qPvmw3pgTtSqB1cBh3XrOhL8xjAx4Kbf5-Sdxb2Ybo3nNIf49aFDLBxCUzhir9NChL6GJxUv9VBcJNWf30cHmN4Nw-QV2WRqzsW9RoKXrh/s400/P9100214.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioQgV0-l5MM7rb2ilxNjQzpvBvUUi3EHp0B-gGdHxzY1JdSIBOJ32m08vw5L-hdTV-KuN6oB1kFs5051GBEbqwLy05pBDHi_-9knhbRivNE4F_1JmRGia7b5rK2E-d9lQrYEfg6uhnWkEu/s1600-h/P9100215.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251046569542366290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioQgV0-l5MM7rb2ilxNjQzpvBvUUi3EHp0B-gGdHxzY1JdSIBOJ32m08vw5L-hdTV-KuN6oB1kFs5051GBEbqwLy05pBDHi_-9knhbRivNE4F_1JmRGia7b5rK2E-d9lQrYEfg6uhnWkEu/s400/P9100215.JPG" border="0" /></a> Nothing beats a campfire s'more!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheC3NOhyphenhyphenNdeMpfzmvs0dQgdyU7I-8H8Du7xk2rLRE2QBe3l_jNEWRIBRswqNtrwFbNj-BrGZLG26dRYPI54PTDXTYlR6wzEj_efpfIjpOxQRHGtBLxqOzvEyzZ7NZGXiz8BNgn6Scya4XK/s1600-h/P9100219.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251046578548577378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheC3NOhyphenhyphenNdeMpfzmvs0dQgdyU7I-8H8Du7xk2rLRE2QBe3l_jNEWRIBRswqNtrwFbNj-BrGZLG26dRYPI54PTDXTYlR6wzEj_efpfIjpOxQRHGtBLxqOzvEyzZ7NZGXiz8BNgn6Scya4XK/s400/P9100219.JPG" border="0" /></a> Princess Anna was only a couple of months old when we left- now she's a real little girl who can hold her own with the crazy boys.<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO7JHRcUA81BDyMvYXGEUsyzN5to2CeUtpLs0FV8iWMkaFYWTnl5l8Zi2MpjSueE-W7tuFCdC15hMUbJ0KxHiFpd5p_b3NgIDPNC64KUoTf6-LNbyH3Bt5zQ0hBnpUmeoa6He2LNFImqoW/s1600-h/P9100223.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251046580246139730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO7JHRcUA81BDyMvYXGEUsyzN5to2CeUtpLs0FV8iWMkaFYWTnl5l8Zi2MpjSueE-W7tuFCdC15hMUbJ0KxHiFpd5p_b3NgIDPNC64KUoTf6-LNbyH3Bt5zQ0hBnpUmeoa6He2LNFImqoW/s400/P9100223.JPG" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251047326840072274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfdBA6P7qVwsOrzBS25TcCOzQLCxwb4a3E5HYZ9h6bqfVwGyjYOVI6Bt7kkCBbsbu9Ei0J3uXWmmkPjFbKGJ_BfDhzk02TGpvxrrm20jBSohAvjPJ4K5Yg3r0LPvC4e6UzeWpqi3Z8TKIM/s400/P9100225.JPG" border="0" /> The boys used to spend hours at the lake throwing rocks in the water- I tell ya, it's like no time had past at all for these guys.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251047333531854530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ_18VyJjLI3qpm_syE0bo1ewH1A0lO5scjvaA740GMDy7vfcSHmtqluFJoUaqAROliWLqnJllWnTH1A4dEd_UMwJaSN2Mhpv_SU_K-2IELLPEDV62PO_fbaTUG3A7XkwuiDfGJq4udUju/s400/P9100227.JPG" border="0" />How cute is this sleepover? Thanks Mark and Katy for a great excursion! </div><br /><div></div><div>There is a mountain in Swan Valley. It is big. It is bald. It kicked our trash! Jordan thought if we took four wheelers up the back canyon we could save a ton of time and be up and back in about 4 hours. A great little Saturday morning activity that Nick and Kelsey agreed to accompany us on. The four wheelers did save a ton of time, but the never ending timber, six foot tall bushes, sheer rock walls, and straight up terrain kind of slowed us down. Nick is not ducking, the brush is really that tall and thick.</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251975638133963298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcsknCXO1KasEMU_dOb6PhPmNVSp5HuvRO3PLbozAFfsCganXyELMERC0r9sY2fPjcoTDgb_xy7W00fTwI-Rb9AbQLDtZ0kYleELKsdSw6wMe9pb8hMHha5AlF0dAkkJj2soLNDkUSPX2Q/s400/P8300114.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>Notice the sunglasses on Kelsey's face. They now belong to the mountain. She threw them in a moment of rage at the absurdity of our chosen path. Strike that, at the lack of existing path up the mountain. This hike was honestly one of the hardest things I've done in a long time. At one point and time I was actually free climbing a shale wall. Yes, I did realize it was not a smart thing to do, but it was climb up the wall or drop down the sheer cliff. Maybe we should have turned back then, but we couldn't just repel down said wall, so we just had to keep going up. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251975644555315010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGZGb_tNr-LSHqfbaXNtCZfrBHqRXjLaZrUA03To75Jdp3ix4uxPJ42Hq9WrsESWklK_fR585ot198xsnQNgOx5-8RMU59znMxuU9iE0Fa9ENHH0wAfDnA7CsBfnRKLGlNtohRfsusPgP9/s400/P8300117.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251975646275265282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV17tM5_yJLttjJRwy8WtY7bPgeEfaoL4STkMW2nt1_wPlxa3MYSoVr9AEBnYPaYR1FqrlRBeMZft6dcTUnhMFTPZzrN80ZnqYwjp49tQXXglqh9iCXBQpYB3TtejcC_BR6L62uVu7Ucqe/s400/P8300123.JPG" border="0" />The view from our top (yes, we got to the top and realized we weren't even at the top of the right mountain [insert curse word here], but we were out of water and way over on time, so we gave in to Mt. Baldy) was beautiful. The Teton Mountains are back there. And Kelsey found the love to smile again. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251976722891326994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMCVEAKNnXjZ31IBU76WE59Vq5CNtypzVH3Eay3sP1yEoV8PbiYG_2FtfSENl6EepVoCuy-100LTjgjX6_shXcWh9QF_R3zGgeg38BTi89qc-OKUp_d5G4razs6ttKVpIngQz-BLOEMp-i/s400/P8300137.JPG" border="0" />Hunter and Henry have been waiting for months to ride the horse at Grandpa's cabin. Hunter loved it. Henry just kept saying "This is a big horse, Daddy. A really big horse". (Our nemesis, Mt. Baldy is in the back ground. The shadowy place in Hunter's picture is the official top, we succumbed just to the left of the shadow.)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251976725736110514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj77RE7he2YRwb1K5g_4Qh7LsWWqtmMI1yvrh0rMT1P3unAytr1-G0OJ7XVmHbGZm7pC-sNiuYe4ZcPT4wal8ePhbDA9wPsLSUA4m2hTiHAAk5pknvBnS2UYs_pXWLz8PRmx7-mkdSw2ZYI/s400/P8300140.JPG" border="0" /> For five glorious days of our trip, we left the boys with Grandma and Grandpa Higham and headed back to Seattle. Celeste, Kelly, Alex, and Will (Jordan's sister, her husband, son, and cousin) all came too. It was awesome. I honestly could not stop the tears as we flew in to the city. They continued to fall as we past the hospital where both my boys were born, the hospital where Hunter made his first two ER visits, the 7-11 we lived behind for four years, and as we saw our friends from such a great time in our life. I did stop crying long enough to cheer for UW at the BYU vs. UW football game. I will not apologize- I have no emotional ties to BYU. I will cheer for them any other time, but when in Seattle and surrounded by people from my favorite place on earth, I had to cheer for UW. Not that it matters, they lost and I spent the majority of the game gabbing with my girlfriends anyway. I also got to rock an adorable baby Braden to sleep during the second half. "Our Anna"- pretty much raised Henry for the first year of his life, so I thought it only fair I get to hog her precious little boy my first time meeting him. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251987432622002754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU1Bj0RSIYUoC-_X9-Wtgua650nwQW9FG-ciF7YwJnj9TDppWTUb6kuSjOdDSkArRu5t07vhzVx9-KEckoy8n-zt9ulzfXSeqM8klH07x1HK40Dspq97BX_2ynfawssbiRH9dbknK549K3/s400/P9060165.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251987428760209970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNsWdWjcQDMT2r0Hc_sZaA89zxJrSfrdRHRXI3b6iAEAsaeBWwgsxugdzA4gXLJEWMe4hHKxpulaGqhLNlZLSIZHX6sAWvzJpVcYLf3ajuWgZBNrxY8rQRM7S-SBsd4kB5lzoJVjlP91OV/s400/n543276477_1288892_7326%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" />I love Seattle! We spent three days in the San Juan Islands at a beach house Jordan will forever covet. It was our second trip to this house and if Jordan has his way, we will go back for years to come. It's absolutely lovely. Without the boys this time, I had a very relaxing stay. The views are amazing and furniture is perfect for curling up with a good book. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251987440416291522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9OMuDNxyjURVwFnWptuV3WG5bBOJKJ0Wu2-vzFigqDTTYDhiyc52GLtvbZ5MOoXY9W0j_rU74Y3oJsk_B_sEvGk9iRqs2syjui9YSPGJQ0EcoepWoUk0FTIWeyKiNT0q7hpv3kOs-VLEe/s400/P9080186.JPG" border="0" />Just a few minutes drive from the house is a beautiful spot for whale watching. We watched about 15-20 whales swim by; at least six of those were close enough to hear their tails slap the water and hear them breathe. I've never seen anything like it before. I didn't think it would be as exciting as it was, but it honestly took my breath away.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251987438494091506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghweNaHHpRC_G46EpJ6cULMwp3cOB8sYDIL1BIQ9mffB_9sMfddFeSsVxvmWaZaorK6Do4SHXf2PXEPbg9LSMhZg-fQh2999fOxZFmHRYSjCG5HEiaMsVQeMqe7j4X_R5D2KpU10QCcAzm/s400/P9080208.JPG" border="0" /> As if all the aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends weren't enough, here are a few more reasons my boys loved our trip to Idaho. </div><div>Playing legos and trucks at Grandma and Grandpa Landon's house.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251993903875200466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMig8qDPi3VMeR20vmeFgK14jx_96bwIlmJ94wtuLkvq25q8FcO6wGocoS-PKTGhqUiH6YjtQjY-XAPhuCJIusWUw_BXpgvjxxqi8MvMv0cB9wffUCc3Lsn1JFJWTY8f4_QcKb2G_FeRnT/s400/P9030158+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />Playing the piano at Grandma and Grandpa Higham's house. ( I love this picture)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251993910925196066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKr_02xg6n-Gsnmq2kRYbAzyg-3yybphA70FwacLX3qCzHk8oG38W1iiwKmNbEzc9iSJCuQ_cRa2D5ld40C3UlabOGnqgD6nGkmddmkzsz5_UxWRkc4fbJf4mzzQqYNtWasGScQMoV4sd9/s400/P9050162+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />Riding crazy tall old school trikes at Grandma and Grandpa Landon's house.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251993909245852370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZufkDVC844PYFsv9xYGEC20XkXBIzBOYS2B5EtmUY6Xhx_xdTLlofZAdL24D2Ts1icQGZJcdJPTKANHuZoaypA1vzJ-qfgql1XBM8eWagQFhzba55S0-WucUKW50DLhSnZByWuuEBgXsQ/s400/P9030159+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" />Riding golf carts with "Uncle" Nick and "Aunt" Kelsey.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251993920158987282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoWIUlVLt4rOuH0v9ge2gxgeOrhsJ56klR98PRGILw55WHISmyN6gbWpTQUdMuU2IzoDKT-6Qws__ubjK-h1tHZPZu9nNiBCGGBzE2QUDXpYVU7uSPkRuPn0-q4Kw7Xn8VVkRBMUAo43tf/s400/P8290108.JPG" border="0" />Riding on "Aunt" Katie and "Uncle" Bracken.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251993914376383730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE2ZWcqg_piJLvkQa3WyHJdLhpuurQxzzaFXW-9DbquTVIWW4iMyfCnTcpahe9viL0ie5YQ2Qgy329Vn2HtxS2bqwKRKWL4kaUi-DDEs0nR7P9W_6CE3MiSJ9HB2SV4eUpgVBWS5ts5k0J/s400/P8300156.JPG" border="0" />Idaho was good. I've actually had a little bit of trouble adjusting to being back in NY. I guess I'm more of an Idaho girl than I thought. </div></div></div></div></div>Higham Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17683224367221023833noreply@blogger.com9