tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13327651731029209472024-02-21T04:17:21.265-08:00The Hansen FilesNicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14005760464929886086noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332765173102920947.post-48986318265188541582011-03-24T06:32:00.000-07:002011-03-24T06:32:18.307-07:00what to say, what to say.I just realized that it's been quite a while since a post. I don't want to get in the habit again, so here's a short little post. <br />
My sweet G-Lou turned 6 this past weekend. On her actual birthday we got up, went to starbucks for her birthday frappacino, went shopping, ate at Max n Cheese in Cedar Hill, dropped off daddy and the other girls, went and shopped some more, picked them back up and then finished the night with dinner at Spaghetti Warehouse. Sunday, the next day, was party day. She had a nice little party where I didn't have to do a darn thing, at the carousel at the Parks Mall. I sware, those are the best parties. The set everything up and all I have to do is watch the kids ride the carousel till the get sick. lol. Thankfully that never happened. :-) Anyway, she received lots of nice gifts, got to visit with lots of friends and just had an all around good day! The fun didn't stop there though. The next day was the first day back to school after spring break. So....mommy made cupcakes and took for her class. Only three of her classmates were able to come to her party, so she wanted to celebrate with them too. And, since I'm a pushover, I made her cupcakes. :-)<br />
When my sweet hubby gets the pics on my computer for me, I'll post some of them. TTFN!Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14005760464929886086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332765173102920947.post-70586203857766511382011-03-08T20:30:00.000-08:002011-03-08T20:30:58.411-08:00Pioneer Recipe #1....for me.Tonight I made my first <a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/">Pioneer Woman</a> recipe. I made this with the hopes that all three of my kids would sit down, not complain and just eat! They did that very thing. I believe that off in the far distance I heard angles singing. They all three sat down and ate. No complaining. Nothing of the sort. G-Lou even asked for seconds. That never happens. Ever. Never. G even got excited when I told her this would be our leftover meal for Thrusday. I nearly fell out of my seat. So...thank you, <a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/">Pioneer Woman</a>, for your tasty dish. <br />
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I love pictures of food, so here is our meal this evening. <br />
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<div align="center">And G having seconds. (I totally had to document that)</div><div align="center"><br />
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Tomorrow night's dinner is at church. Hooray! No clue what they're having, but it's usually pretty good! <br />
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The rest of the weekend was pretty low key. That's always a good thing, if you ask me. <br />
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Today was filling day for Graci at the dentist's office. We really like our girl's dentist. They've all done very well there. I don't fancy going to the dentist myself, so I really don't want my girls to be uncomfortable when they go. Today was no different for Graci. Even though she was getting a filling, she was perfectly fine. I have to wonder though, do you think what's going on in the picture below had anything to do with how comfortable she was??<br />
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She was just a wee bit loopy when I had to leave the room. It was over in about 20 minutes and as a reward for being such a good girl, we went to eat at Chili's with Daddy and she got to have a milkshake. I think she's even looking forward to going back in a couple of weeks for another filling. (I really need to help my kids floss more) I'll keep you posted...hopefully with an equally cute picture to document the occasion!Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14005760464929886086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332765173102920947.post-39035679783381992322011-03-05T22:00:00.000-08:002011-03-05T22:00:36.226-08:00Saturday Night...Well, it's Saturday night and I'm sitting in my living room with my hubby, watching COPS and listening to the crackle of the fireplace. I love that sound. It reminds me of my favorite time of the year; October thru the first day we hit the 70 degree mark. This is a nice treat to be able to have a fire going in March. Most people around where I live don't enjoy the cold weather. In fact, most of them whine if it gets below 40. I, on the other hand, love it. I don't know why. I've lived in North Texas my entire life, but I'd take the cold over the heat any day. Maybe it's because I spent so much time in other parts of the country growing up. My dad drove truck for a living and all of my family aside from my parents live mostly in West Virginia. I don't know what the deal is. I just know that I detest the heat!<br />
Thanks to my good friend, Rho, I've recently discovered <a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/">Pioneer Woman. </a>Her site is addicting. I want to cook everything that I see on it. I love the way she takes pictures of EVERY step of a recipe. I found her cookbook at Target this evening, but it cost way more than I am willing to pay for it. E was nice enough to look it up on amazon for me and found it for almost 15 dollars less. I think I'll be ordering it. (if he hasn't already) <br />
One of my friends suggested that I pull a "Julie & Julia" and cook something of hers every day (or close to it) for the next year. I know right now I am not disciplined enough to cook every day for the next year. BUT...I do love to cook. Maybe two recipes a week? Who knows? I was totally inspired when watching Julie & Julia...maybe I could do that too?! I have no desire to become a famous blogger and have a movie made about me, but I do like seeing people break out of their comfort zone and try new things. Who knows...maybe I could inspire someone to try cooking on a regular basis that doesn't like too cook at all?! In all likely hood it would just end up a record of a years worth of cooking that two or three people check out here and there. Hmmmm...what do you think, Rho?Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14005760464929886086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332765173102920947.post-11553172422909766892011-03-02T19:59:00.000-08:002011-03-02T19:59:44.733-08:00My Daddy Doesn't Drink The Same Things I Do...That was the phrase that came out of the mouth of a little boy in my mission friends class at church this evening. I asked him, "Well...what do you drink, honey?" He replied with the normal kids stuff. Juice, Sprite, Milk, Water. And then something came over me. I'm sure it was the devil. Before I knew it, the question came out of my mouth. "What does your daddy drink?" The little boy just sat there for a second and then a totally different little boy uttered the words that me and apparently all of the kids were thinking..."Uh...beer." I couldn't help but giggle. Which led to more giggling, which led to my G-Lou saying, "Hey...that's what I was thinking too!!!!" 5 of the 7 kids tonight all agreed that that's what they were thinking. Out of the mouths of babes, I tell ya. The moment passed quickly and we were able to get back on task talking about our week and our missionaries for the month. Those kids are so sweet and I love them dearly. :-)<br />
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My day was pretty good. I got the tags for our new van today and then I met a girlfriend at Costco and walked around with her and her kids while they shopped. After that it was just business as usual. Wednesdays are usually pretty busy once I pick Rosie up from school. From there we pick up the other girls, come home and rest for a few minutes, go to church to eat dinner, the girls go to choir and then there's mission friends and CIA. Thank goodness for teachers that don't pile on a bunch of homework on Wednesday nights!! <br />
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E and I just finished watching AI and now we're just waiting for the news and then it's bed time! Tomorrow I have a load of laundry to do, a kitchen to clean up (and maybe out), and the girls bedrooms to try and get in order. I'd like to have a garage sale soon...a little extra cash is always a good motivator. I don't like selling clothes, so I'll probably just take those to Brighter Tomorrows or somewhere like that. Everything else is fair game though. Hansen better hide what ever he doesn't want sold! Lol!Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14005760464929886086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332765173102920947.post-5396118079903962492011-03-01T21:02:00.000-08:002011-03-01T21:02:51.303-08:00Tuesday has become a fun day for me. It's when two high school friends and myself get together for a little girl talk, food, and usually some sort of coffee drink. (I'd like to make it a fab 4 with another mutual friend, but I seem to let her know the plans 15 minutes late every week. lol) It's become quite a welcome time for me. I love that after all these years it's like we never spent any time apart and I'm just as comfortable with them now as I was in school. No dressing up is involved. We come as we are, even if that means looking like homeless people, as R put it today. Today we laughed our rear-ends off watching clips of SNL, drank "frappies" from McDonalds and had a lovely little breakfast together. (oh, and laundry. they were kind enough to keep me company through 6 loads of it and even helped me fold. By the way...R is the Martha Stewart of sheet folders. She folded a fitted sheet like I've only seen my mother fold one. I usually get the corners done right and then as I'm folding it I get more and more frustrated with it and it ends up being this big, jumbled mess that I just stuff in my linen closet.) <br />
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Ok...I fancy myself somewhat of a baker. I love to bake. I bake cake, cupcakes, pies...you name it...I try and bake it. (or I will if I haven't yet) It occurred to me last week that I've been baking all this time and didn't have an apron. I have a dozen shirts with grease stains on them from making butter cream icing, but no apron. I expressed that thought on facebook a week or so ago and one of my girlfriends surprised me with something when she got to the house today....<br />
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The rest of my day was rather uneventful. I picked up the girls from school, got G-Lou ready for her gym class (then sent her with her daddy), fed the girls and then watched AI with Eric when we got the girls down for the night. As I'm typing this my eyes are getting heavier and heavier. So, on that note, I shall end for the evening. Nitey nite.Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14005760464929886086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332765173102920947.post-90587103097206922522011-02-27T20:33:00.000-08:002011-02-27T20:33:37.679-08:00Sunday...Our Sunday was uneventful. This was a good thing. <br />
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We had a pretty rough day yesterday with Syd. When she was much younger, she used to have these fits where she would tense up, scratch, growl...they were horrible fits. She's had two of these in the last month. One was last night. It would be an understatement if I said she was stronger now. She is WAY stronger now. When she was just a baby in the hospital, one of her doctors told us that she could have several things go on as she got older. They said she'd probably break bones easily. They were wrong. So far, she's had no problems with that. They said she'd be on oxygen and monitors for months if not years. They were wrong again. She came home free and clear of both oxygen tanks and monitors. They said she could have behavior problems. Ugh. They said she'd possibly end up with something like ADD or ADHD. Let me tell you...I'm beginning to wonder. They never mentioned anything about Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. I'm beginning to wonder about that a little as well. This is the single sweetest, most innocent child that you'd ever want to meet, but you have to tread very lightly with her. Any little thing can make her take a down hill turn. <br />
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My constant prayer for her is that she just have good days at school. I can handle anything at home if she just has good days at school. Her folder this last month has been written in more times than not though. I feel so bad for her every day she comes home and has to be in trouble for something that happened at school. I think some of the times they tend to be easier on her at school because they hate seeing her get in trouble. She has fantastic teachers that love her dearly and that have on more than one occasion told me that she's done something wrong but they just couldn't bare to be mad at her or couldn't stand the thought of 'turning her in' to the higher ups. This makes me happy, but I also don't want her getting away with anything she shouldn't. She's been held more accountable this year though...hence all the black in in her folder. I have a feeling we'll need to speak to someone professionally about her behavior if it doesn't get better. She's normally a happy girl. I want her to stay that way.<br />
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On to today...<br />
We went to the inlaws (well, my inlaws) today to celebrate my husband's and my father in laws dad's birthday. Syd did good at church, so I kept my fingers crossed that it would continue the rest of the day. Thank you, Jesus, it did. She was perfectly fine all day long. Again...I am terribly thankful for this. We had a good day, eating, laughing and visiting with Eric's mom and our extended family. After we got home, we (the girls) had showers with out getting mad at each other and all got in bed with out any conflict. A fine way to end the day.Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14005760464929886086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332765173102920947.post-72860773178670337402011-02-25T22:22:00.000-08:002011-02-25T22:22:22.517-08:00Please try to control yourself...Contain your excitement if you can. I'm blogging for a second day in row. <br />
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Today was just a normal Friday. G-Lou and Syd were at school and Rosie was hanging with me. I guess the day wasn't quite normal. We had the rare treat of going to a birthday party during the day...during a WEEK DAY! The party was for one of Audrey's friends from school who happens to be the son of one of my friends from high school. They enjoyed a couple hours of bounce-housing, presents, hot dogs and cake. Who made the cake, you ask? Why, I did!! <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxrj4SDtvkC-FoHcAhNAMUonLc0o3D2D4lms0ra-D2S_0PMTJgIvhBiF_ticFVrQLrLyyCGAJYOTZOGcZeG7lgNbabnDOFZJPytFUza_J_WPVhC_hUvDhulLRUaG4tQyDsK78RlXQ0jrc/s1600/185772_10150150395751515_681331514_8087763_7044309_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxrj4SDtvkC-FoHcAhNAMUonLc0o3D2D4lms0ra-D2S_0PMTJgIvhBiF_ticFVrQLrLyyCGAJYOTZOGcZeG7lgNbabnDOFZJPytFUza_J_WPVhC_hUvDhulLRUaG4tQyDsK78RlXQ0jrc/s320/185772_10150150395751515_681331514_8087763_7044309_n.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div align="center">As you can see, the party theme was Toy Story. Ryan's little face lit up like the fourth of July when he saw the cake. That's why I enjoy making cakes. The only thing better that the person thinking the cake tastes good is the look on the face of who ever the cake is for. </div><div align="center">I was able to catch Ryan and Rosie together for a picture. I was shocked when they both sat still and looked at the camera all at the same time. Aren't they cuties?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6s7ghio7QPcZNONd0046AboMlaINEbAi2E3MYf8u3Wi-uDbmA7Q2gjqnmFOsahhxHx1Miq3kQtkEzk4ZWwmm4DDA0cFf8LOQA2kiYYsezcVmWewWMT49G8edfcNvUKVaLb6Znd6N3J9Q/s1600/183821_10150150681476515_681331514_8090341_5019467_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6s7ghio7QPcZNONd0046AboMlaINEbAi2E3MYf8u3Wi-uDbmA7Q2gjqnmFOsahhxHx1Miq3kQtkEzk4ZWwmm4DDA0cFf8LOQA2kiYYsezcVmWewWMT49G8edfcNvUKVaLb6Znd6N3J9Q/s320/183821_10150150681476515_681331514_8090341_5019467_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">And then Rosie even posed for one by herself. She is quite the poser as evident by the next photo. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhySk5oetwsYPW08adzhPMP3llVgeSpK4J0nLaItYJnkMtZZixn6S88rFwlYF3S5rGaOAV7Fg8bsLaE1qbxUV104xmM2Cfy5Phzek00onIWgWcmpFeW6QiXxah_N0SqSYnO7C9IWmnFGsQ/s1600/185774_10150150411466515_681331514_8087827_7474649_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhySk5oetwsYPW08adzhPMP3llVgeSpK4J0nLaItYJnkMtZZixn6S88rFwlYF3S5rGaOAV7Fg8bsLaE1qbxUV104xmM2Cfy5Phzek00onIWgWcmpFeW6QiXxah_N0SqSYnO7C9IWmnFGsQ/s320/185774_10150150411466515_681331514_8087827_7474649_n.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><br />
After the party, Audrey resumed business as usual. We went home and relaxed for a few minutes and then we were off to pick up the girls from school. Friday is always a special day for Syd. Not only is it donut shop day for her and G where they ride to the shop and school in the police car with daddy, but it is (and has been for 8 years now) Syd's night with my mom and dad. She counts the days down from the beginning of the week, every week. She woke up in a fantastic mood this morning which carried her right through her day. I always love days like that. <br />
Well, today went a little unexpectedly. Audrey asked me if she could go home with Mamaw too. I'm sorry, what? This is something she hasn't done in several months. She's usually perfectly fine right here with me and E, but today she wanted to go. And, from what I understand, she never mentioned me one time. Most mom's would get a little weepy here. I am not most moms. lol<br />
With this little turn of events and E working late, G-Lou and I ended up spending a good part of the evening together. We went and got some dinner and then came home and watched a movie. Let me tell you something, it's been a while since I've had her by herself and I have forgotten just how full of hooey she is. She was cracking jokes right and left this evening and we had quite a good time...as evident by the following photo...<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg448_QMJvHiRldd5f8MvcmT4Uci4mGGcDYXBK70-yTpq0ZG27V1n2jeaRdPPwdbesLEv-6PswSryUSyQR4XCxn5iU7BjNg1WYKv1QTWRzeGYX6WsDXKO-OWGl4101NJAJwmMnspaZrss/s1600/181557_10150150680901515_681331514_8090327_7200930_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg448_QMJvHiRldd5f8MvcmT4Uci4mGGcDYXBK70-yTpq0ZG27V1n2jeaRdPPwdbesLEv-6PswSryUSyQR4XCxn5iU7BjNg1WYKv1QTWRzeGYX6WsDXKO-OWGl4101NJAJwmMnspaZrss/s320/181557_10150150680901515_681331514_8090327_7200930_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She is her mother's daughter. </div><div align="center"></div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14005760464929886086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332765173102920947.post-77926249463157551952011-02-24T21:01:00.000-08:002011-02-24T21:01:44.721-08:00Quite some time...It's been a while since I've posted anything. Ok...probably close to a year. I get all gung-ho about blogging and then the wind quickly leaks out of my sail. A couple of my close girlfriends blog though and I guess I've been inspired again. We'll see how it goes. <br />
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Syd is sailing right along in the second grade. We've had some behavior issues as of late, but I think it has a lot to do with a change in her schedule at school. She's gotten all A's and B's on her report card all year long and her teeth seem to be falling out like crazy. I'm having a hard time believing that she'll be nine in August. Where in the world does the time go?<br />
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And speaking of that...G-Lou will be 6 in just three weeks. SIX. Let me just tell you...that girl is wicked smart. She'll even tell you that she is...in a New England accent and everything. She's doing great in Kinder. She enjoys school and she's making lots of friends. (and all of her teachers love her) <br />
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Now, on to Rosie. That girl is a crazy mess. She's what we like to call a perpetual baby. She's still so small and she'd have you carry her everywhere if we'd let her. She's enjoying school two days a week, and I must admit...I enjoy her in school two days a week. ;-) I do enjoy my time with her though when the other girls aren't around. She's so stinking cute. One of her favorite things to do is to ask you a question like, "Can I have some goldfish, please?", and then tell you what the answer is. "Say, 'That's fine, Audrey'!" Little stinker. :-)<br />
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One more thing before I close. E was named "City Employee of the Month" for the month of February. He is such a hard worker! We are very blessed to have him in our lives. <br />
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Well...hopefully I can keep this up every day or so. We'll see. ;-)Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14005760464929886086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332765173102920947.post-52287195911264538842010-06-07T23:03:00.000-07:002010-06-07T23:03:28.208-07:00My sweet second grader<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Well...these days I only have one thing to be irritated with. My Ankle. It's pretty much keeping me from the C25K program that I started. I just can't run on it. I've tried. Running hates me. So...what I need to do is keep my hiney walking. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div>Now, on to more important things. My sweet Sydney Ellen is now a second grader. I can't hardly believe it. That's just amazing to me. Seems like yesterday that her life was just beginning. Now, here it is, almost 8 years later...and going in to second grade. Wow, time sure does go by fast. Congrats, Sydney Ellen!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTfoWVGvQEPHtGqC9TZ3Gf-bJDlLR-1YjL_4Q25-tF4W14LfAbnveO2eLl19NZJ63QZu1yYavFljMx3PyN6saJcj_d554vuHhU_XB6DU2C8YomjjHaEkCznIDhFSX5qkb6LMqiL1z50Fk/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTfoWVGvQEPHtGqC9TZ3Gf-bJDlLR-1YjL_4Q25-tF4W14LfAbnveO2eLl19NZJ63QZu1yYavFljMx3PyN6saJcj_d554vuHhU_XB6DU2C8YomjjHaEkCznIDhFSX5qkb6LMqiL1z50Fk/s320/006.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">The next pic isn't great, but she's not a fan of having her pic taken. This is her getting the TOP COWBOY award. Six kids per class get this a year. (1 a six weeks) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAiEErxAZx6EcCngef_lJOKd6eZnEbS05cvT17br8QNvMNO3vQQ1xfBupH9r9BzO-riDYuUs1jnv-wn86ASg2VyC5nNeDo38qWF2YlQMphMrgsEYnyQq5eIa1r1_Y3R2sxWmM0Xgo4s-U/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAiEErxAZx6EcCngef_lJOKd6eZnEbS05cvT17br8QNvMNO3vQQ1xfBupH9r9BzO-riDYuUs1jnv-wn86ASg2VyC5nNeDo38qWF2YlQMphMrgsEYnyQq5eIa1r1_Y3R2sxWmM0Xgo4s-U/s320/014.JPG" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">She's so cute! She kept asking me if I was going to pack her lunch today for school. It took a few times explaining it to her, but I think she finally gets it now...SUMMER VACATION MEANS NO LUNCH PACKING! Well, I guess if it weren't 120 degrees outside we could pack it for a picnic, but Mommy doesn't picnic in the heat!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Graci is getting very excited now. She'll be in kindergarten next year and that's just about all she and Sydney talk about. I don't know what she's more excited about though when it comes to school...getting picked up daily by Mamaw or riding in the police car with Sydney and Daddy every Friday morning to the donut shop before he drops them off! Wow...then it'll just be me and little A-Ro! (that's Audrey's street name) What ever will we do, just the two of us!?</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14005760464929886086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332765173102920947.post-27161489687480353312010-05-15T22:09:00.000-07:002010-05-15T22:09:28.271-07:00Waving At GodUgh...I've been kinda frustrated lately. I've not been able to do my C25K for the last week and a half or so. (probably longer, I've lost track) First, my ankle started swelling. Then, my neck went out of whack and NOW....now I have a cold. I sound like an old lady that has smoked for 90 of her 70 years of life, (yes, I know that doesn't add up) and that's just when I have a voice. This morning I woke up and had zero voice. My husband then joked and said it was going to be the quietest day in our house ever, to which I said that could only happen if me AND ALL THE GIRLS all lost our voices at the same time. He humored me and agreed. <br />
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Despite not having a voice at all, I still had a pretty good day. We went to Starbucks, did our grocery shopping, ate at Don Juan's and then swapped out kids at my parents house. Do you know that I've not been to Don Juan's since high school? How sad is that? While I was sitting in there at the counter by the built in water fountain, I was reminded just how much I do NOT like change! Well, at least not drastic change. I'd love to have our quaint, little downtown back. I think I'll lobby this year to drag out the old tinsel covered Christmas decorations they used to put up on the light poles. <span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;">Whatcha</span> think about that?<br />
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On a totally unrelated topic...<br />
Audrey was standing in the kitchen this evening when she looked up at the skylight and started waving. I asked her what she was doing and she told me, "I wavin' at God." So I said, "Really?" To which she instructed me to pick her up so she could see better and then pointed up and said, "Look...there He is. Wave mommy, wave." So, we waved at God, I tucked her sweet little self in to bed and that is how she ended her evening. I love those moments God gives to me. Like when Sydney hears thunder and asks if that's God making that noise. Or like the night when <span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;">Graci</span> and I were were watching a lightning show from the front porch and she asked me where God was. Was he here with us? Did He even go to other places like West Virginia? I assured her that He was here and everywhere else all the time. Right beside us. All. The. Time.Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14005760464929886086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332765173102920947.post-70275479151258286712010-05-04T09:22:00.000-07:002010-05-04T09:37:33.553-07:00Letters Home<div>As I was cleaning up around the bakers rack in the breakfast nook a few minutes ago I found two letters. One from me to my mom, postmarked McAllen, TX, June of '86 and the other from my dad to my mom, postmarked Las Vegas, November of '83. I got a little misty eyed reading the one from my dad to my mom. It was short, but very sweet. The one I wrote her just made me giggle. My spelling is horrible (some things never change) and it must have taken me quite a while to mail it since I wrote it in Oxnard, CA, and didn't mail it until we got to McAllen, TX. </div>
<br /><div>Below is the letter from me, complete with misspelled words. </div>
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<br /><div><font color="#cc33cc">Dear Mom,</font></div>
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<br /><div><font color="#cc33cc">How are you? I am O.K..</font></div>
<br /><div><font color="#cc33cc">I have been swiming 5 or 6 times so far. Have you been swiming? Danny got a sun burn. I just got a tan. Daddy hardly got anything. We are in Oxnard Ca. Daddy said he loves you just enough to get him into trouble.</font></div>
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<br /><div><font color="#cc33cc">Love,<br />Nicole</font></div>
<br /><div><font color="#cc33cc"></font> </div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14005760464929886086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332765173102920947.post-80856388784802364322010-05-01T15:16:00.000-07:002010-05-01T15:27:00.989-07:00Saturday EveningWell, it's an exciting evening here at the Hansen house. Eric is working overtime right now, and if my calculations are correct, I should see him some time toward the end of September. Ha! I know that's a bit extreme, but with summer approaching there is much OT to be had in Greater Grand Prairie. Just this weekend he'll have around 25 hrs. Crazy, right? With Lone Star Park, The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Airhogs</span> and Verizon (I still can't used to the name change) he stays pretty busy during the summer.<br /><br />Speaking of pretty busy...I'm still working on cake and I'll still be working on cake tomorrow. I can't wait to see them finished. I'm a little upset with myself though. I forgot to take a pic of the one I delivered on Thursday. It was a copy of a previous one that I had done, so I guess it's really not that big of a deal. I should probably quit whining.<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Graci</span> took a little, mini road trip with my dad today. I just got off of the phone with her and she reassured me that she was a little lady while she was there. I confirmed with my dad. She was telling the truth. :-)<br /><br />Well, off to decorate!Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14005760464929886086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332765173102920947.post-64798737362782308562010-04-27T20:47:00.000-07:002010-04-27T21:01:54.352-07:00week of cakeThis is proving to be a very busy week, cake wise. I have 4 due in the next 6 days. A baby shower, two birthday cakes and a cake for teacher appreciation week. I'm excited about all of them and I'll post pictures as I finish them.<br /><br />Tomorrow is also W3D1 of Couch to 5K. This is something I'm NOT terribly excited about...well, that's not all together true. I am a little excited about it. I'm hoping I don't poop out in the middle of it. This week we start with the normal five minute walk, then 90 sec of jogging, 90 seconds of walking, 3 min of jogging, 3 min of walking (then repeat those two sets) and then end with another 5 minute walk to cool down. I have a feeling that half way through that first 3 min jog my legs will begin to feel like jello and I'll puddle right there on the treadmill. If that happens, it is NOT something that pictures of will be posted.<br /><br />Something else that I've decided to try and do is to read the bible through. It's not anything that I've ever really done outside of church, camps and a few studies here and there. I'm about 2/3<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">rds</span> of the way through <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Genesis</span> and even though it's a bit confusing, I'm enjoying it.<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ok</span>...that's it for now. Time for this old girl to hit the hay!Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14005760464929886086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332765173102920947.post-89488103597817362932010-04-22T19:41:00.000-07:002010-04-22T20:18:35.911-07:00Legs on Fire!!Well, I did my day 2 of week 2 walk/run today. Yikes. I did all 6 of the 90 second runs, but it wasn't with out a little bit of pain. I envisioned myself falling off of the treadmill and going through the wall or window. Thankfully that didn't happen.<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ahhhhh</span>...tomorrow is Friday!! Sydney and Audrey will go off to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mamaw</span> and Papa's house for their Friday night visit, (with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Graci</span> to follow on Saturday)so it will just be me, G and E. (yes, I am a poet...) I think we'll stick close to the house tomorrow though and just relax. At least that's what I'd like to do. Besides, I need time to recover after my 'jog'. :-)<br /><br />Next week should be relatively busy for me. I have four cakes to do. A baby shower cake, 2 birthday cakes and a teacher appreciation cake. I think I'll start baking <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Monday</span> and just freeze the cake til decorating time. These are four very different cakes, so I'm excited to see how they all turn out!<br /><br />Oh...we had family pics taken last night. The girls had a blast posing for the camera. I can't wait to see how they all turned out.<br /><br />And, one last thing. Our dryer broke. The thing won't start...at all. Eric said this evening, "Gee, 13 years and it's never given us trouble." Well, honey...wouldn't you think after 13 years the chances of something going wrong go up a little? I'm just <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">sayin</span>'.Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14005760464929886086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332765173102920947.post-403289065212843922010-04-20T15:33:00.000-07:002010-04-20T17:14:33.928-07:00I ran yesterday and it nearly kicked my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">hiney</span>. I don't know if I'll be cut out to be a runner or not, but I'll finish this program even if my legs fall off in the process. You'd be amazed at how much more difficult 90 seconds of running is from 60 seconds. They might as well have added an hour. I'm guessing that a lot more stretching will be in order for my walk/run tomorrow. We'll see how it goes.<br /><br />Sydney had her weekly OT session in Grapevine today. While she didn't want to cooperate there, she did have a good day at school. (or so her folder says) In fact, walking out the door of the school she was very quick to tell me that she had a "Really, Really good day" and that she was a "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">REALLLLLY</span> good girl." My thought is...she had such a good day at school that she just couldn't help herself by the time we got to therapy. (plus, they're doing a social skills class, so it's not her normal 1 on 1 time. that alone causes her to be uneasy)<br /><br />The other two girls are up to their same old shenanigans. She did this. She did that. I love you, Mommy. Please don't flush my mac and cheese. (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span>, so I may have told G that if she didn't cut it out with the tattling AND the constant asking for the Mac and Cheese, that I may possibly flush her leftovers that she was looking forward to down the potty.) I know...mom of the year goes to me.<br /><br />Time to finish up dinner, bathe kids, put kids in bed, watch American Idol and hit the hay...all by 10.Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14005760464929886086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332765173102920947.post-49109911115439761132010-04-19T15:24:00.000-07:002010-04-19T16:25:32.424-07:00My first post...again.I started a blog a couple of years ago, sure to keep up with it. Right? Let me tell you just how much I kept up with it. I kept up with it so much that my last post was in Oct of 2008 and I can't remember the login info to get in to the darn thing.<br /><br />So...I've decided to start over. It's not like I don't have things to talk about or write down. I'm just not always the best at forming it in to coherent sentences. I'll do my best though. After all...I do have several comedic inspirations with these three kids running around here, a great husband and a fantastic job of a stay at home mom. If nothing else, it can give the ability to my family not on facebook to see pictures of my crazy life around here. (which, isn't really all that crazy).<br /><br />This can also be another place document the following...<br />*My latest cake (I do love cake, you know...well making it, at least)<br />*My progress in my "couch to 5K" (which I just started)<br />*Any thing else that you may or may not care to read about. <br /><br />I guess all that's left to say is...sit back, hold on and get ready to be mostly bored to tears.<br /><br />NicoleNicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14005760464929886086noreply@blogger.com0