tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28539973064351619152024-03-13T20:27:22.512-07:00The TAUFA'SThe TAUFA'Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-48427097566823276882010-03-30T18:32:00.001-07:002010-03-30T18:42:57.637-07:00Some family moments!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7Km_qjeeeI/AAAAAAAAAME/589oDJEbS2s/s1600/%2710+family+pic+6.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454605711384148450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7Km_qjeeeI/AAAAAAAAAME/589oDJEbS2s/s320/%2710+family+pic+6.JPG" /></a>Here is Sekona with his arms full of sleepy children! As soon as I pulled out the camera, Sekona opened his eyes! A nice Sunday afternoon!
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7Km_W4gdSI/AAAAAAAAAL8/pVDAh-aqa_M/s1600/%2710+Winter+33.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454605706103649570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7Km_W4gdSI/AAAAAAAAAL8/pVDAh-aqa_M/s320/%2710+Winter+33.JPG" /></a> Sekona's future MVP! Makelani loves talking to his dad when he gets home from work.
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7Km-9v2ZtI/AAAAAAAAAL0/XtntO36HvEg/s1600/%2710+Winter+29.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454605699356452562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7Km-9v2ZtI/AAAAAAAAAL0/XtntO36HvEg/s320/%2710+Winter+29.JPG" /></a> A trip at the mall and Makelani was talking about what was going on around him. Also, happy to be up and about.
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7Km-aBAZqI/AAAAAAAAALs/NWrScs6HasE/s1600/%2710+Winter+35.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454605689764734626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7Km-aBAZqI/AAAAAAAAALs/NWrScs6HasE/s320/%2710+Winter+35.JPG" /></a> Lillian smuther's Makelani! No matter what is going on, Lillian has to sneak in a kiss every few seconds! She has even been talking how she wishes she could marry Makelani, because then family will be still together. After explanations she know understands, still even with constant reminders to let her brother sleep and to leave him alone her response is always: I can't help myself he is just soooo cute!
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<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7KlGc3HUXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/280_qqPBSMY/s1600/%2710+Winter+20.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454603628944249202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7KlGc3HUXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/280_qqPBSMY/s320/%2710+Winter+20.jpg" /></a> <span style="color:#3333ff;">Here is Make's first stroller ride! He loved it and fell asleep. He loves moving and so the stroller is a good fit for him. Unfortunately, the car seat is not a good fit. There isn't enough excitement in the car seat. </span>
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7KlF_bsbhI/AAAAAAAAAK0/6eXUXd4gaA0/s1600/%2710+Winter+16.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454603621044612626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7KlF_bsbhI/AAAAAAAAAK0/6eXUXd4gaA0/s320/%2710+Winter+16.JPG" /></a>
<span style="color:#000099;">Lillian's new thing to do with Makelani is to put him in a box and push him around. Make is unsure of this, but is willing to try things for Lillian.</span>
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7KlFqqZnYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/2ctgwJYsGGE/s1600/%2710+Winter+14.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454603615469149570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7KlFqqZnYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/2ctgwJYsGGE/s320/%2710+Winter+14.JPG" /></a>
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7KlFBudb0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZaoAVdGhvyg/s1600/%2710+Winter+5.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454603604480323394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7KlFBudb0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZaoAVdGhvyg/s320/%2710+Winter+5.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000099;">A few of Make's moments of being up and happy! Our boy is growing and growing fast. He is constantly seeking things out and looking for things to do. I can tell he isn't going to be a satisfied without being mobile.</span>
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7Kh2fvr8RI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Gg10Dmn_-cE/s1600/%2710+Winter+3.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454600056305611026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7Kh2fvr8RI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Gg10Dmn_-cE/s320/%2710+Winter+3.JPG" /></a>
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7Kh1wPVYiI/AAAAAAAAAKU/4b0-bXlPJsc/s1600/%2710+Winter+6.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454600043553448482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7Kh1wPVYiI/AAAAAAAAAKU/4b0-bXlPJsc/s320/%2710+Winter+6.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#cc66cc;">Lately, she has been coming to me asking me for homework. I write a few sentences on a paper and then she copies them. She does well in copying, just refuses to remember her letters. I'm sure she will pick it up in school. The sentences are: I love swim. ant on ball, & Lillian loves daddy.</span>
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<span style="color:#ff0000;">Christmas was hectic this year! Makelani came a few weeks before Christmas, Mom and Dad were heading on their 3rd mission to Jacksonville, Florida, and Lillian was excited or Santa to come!</span>
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<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7KfPHBjiAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/fW9zb9wPgXQ/s1600/%2709+Christmas+12.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454597180631517186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7KfPHBjiAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/fW9zb9wPgXQ/s320/%2709+Christmas+12.JPG" /></a>
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<div></div></div></div>The TAUFA'Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-12365208926845099362010-03-30T17:41:00.000-07:002010-03-30T18:01:12.480-07:00Family Reunion 2009<span style="color:#990000;">For Thanksgiving our family decided to have a Family Reunion. We rented a cabin in Ashton, Idaho and we all gathered together. We planned on having family pictures taken and therefore, had family colors chosen so no matter where our kids were in the picture you knew who they belonged to. Even though I was 37 weeks pregnant I was determined to be there. It had been 12 years since we had had a family picture and I didn't want me being pregnant be the cause of why I couldn't be there. So, we drive to Boise and spent the night at a hotel on the drive down. I didn't think much of it and just took it all into account (traveling as I have always). When we arrived at the hotel, it was the worst night--I thought we might have to make a stop at the hospital because I was in so much pain. I wasn't sure how I was going to make it home, because on the return trip we couldn't stop so Sekona could make it back to work. The trip back was surprisingly better than the trip to the cabin. We just made more stops on the way back.</span>
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7KcRewkhEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Q6NzoNqTN8U/s1600/DSC_2197.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454593922827584578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7KcRewkhEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Q6NzoNqTN8U/s320/DSC_2197.JPG" /></a> Here we are taking pictures outside the cabin by the river.
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Here are Mother and Daughter!
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7Kbh6MoOKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9bn2iQIhiPY/s1600/DSC_2178.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454593105559304354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7Kbh6MoOKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9bn2iQIhiPY/s320/DSC_2178.JPG" /></a> Again out by the river with Sekona expressing his love for Makelani coming soon!
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7KbhYqRmXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-I3xDBWCs9s/s1600/DSC_1792.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454593096556845426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7KbhYqRmXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-I3xDBWCs9s/s320/DSC_1792.JPG" /></a> Father and Daughter!
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<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7KbgAxF6bI/AAAAAAAAAJE/guvxO151ohU/s1600/DSC_2060.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454593072963119538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7KbgAxF6bI/AAAAAAAAAJE/guvxO151ohU/s320/DSC_2060.JPG" /></a> The current family picture of siblings and their spouses!
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All the grandchildren present and counted for!
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<div></div>The TAUFA'Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-61436247967892654762010-02-08T10:00:00.000-08:002010-02-08T10:13:01.574-08:00Fall Catch Up!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S3BSUdG085I/AAAAAAAAAIs/PbYZQFongxY/s1600-h/%2709+Halloween+8.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435935261600314258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S3BSUdG085I/AAAAAAAAAIs/PbYZQFongxY/s320/%2709+Halloween+8.JPG" /></a> Lillian was a Rainbow princess for Halloween this year and enjoyed trick or treating! She didn't even get scared much, except at one home where there was a dark tunnel to get to the door.
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S3BSUI2_OnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vKTnRacFzTo/s1600-h/%2709+Fall+7.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435935256165169778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S3BSUI2_OnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vKTnRacFzTo/s320/%2709+Fall+7.JPG" /></a> This is when we went to Granny and Papa's house to help pour concrete. Lillian had fun being out and about.
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Lillian had her Birthday party at Chuck E Cheese's! She loved it and had so much more fun than being stuck at the apartment. She loved having her cousins come and loved having a pumpkin cheesecake instead of a birthday cake. Dad was able to show up later after a tennis tournament.
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<div></div></div></div></div>The TAUFA'Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-7426723404060889492010-02-05T18:51:00.001-08:002010-02-05T19:03:10.352-08:00Tons of Catching up!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S2zaNLsTxSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/kzmOW-q-1Bk/s1600-h/%2709+Winter+22.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434958770341135650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S2zaNLsTxSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/kzmOW-q-1Bk/s320/%2709+Winter+22.JPG" /></a>Lillian was excited to have a baby brother! Boy, does she love him. I have the most difficult time keeping her away from Makelani. She constantly wants to hug, kiss, carry, burp, and be in his face all day long. Still, she is a good little helper and I know she loves him. She keeps saying, "but he's sooo cute mom! I just can't keep away."
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<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S2zaMX4w6ZI/AAAAAAAAAH8/GF3QsCh0SHU/s1600-h/%2709+Winter+27.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434958756434733458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S2zaMX4w6ZI/AAAAAAAAAH8/GF3QsCh0SHU/s320/%2709+Winter+27.JPG" /></a>Sekona is loving having Makelani here and as you can see even made it to the operating room, which he didn't think he could do. Of course, during the whole procedure he was looking right at me and nowhere else. I'm glad that he was able to be there. It was a trying time and glad that it is finished.
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S2zaMHmthKI/AAAAAAAAAH0/B8zmuZxoExA/s1600-h/family+%2709+17.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434958752064046242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S2zaMHmthKI/AAAAAAAAAH0/B8zmuZxoExA/s320/family+%2709+17.JPG" /></a> Here is our first attempt at getting a family picture! This year for our family reunion the Taufa family's color was black. I will post pictures of the reunion later.
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S2zaLrIKPNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/1PHKspGHpRw/s1600-h/%2709+Christmas+2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434958744419712210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S2zaLrIKPNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/1PHKspGHpRw/s320/%2709+Christmas+2.JPG" /></a> Here is Makelani's first Christmas! He slept through it.
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Now for the good news. Sekona, Lillian and I went for a ultrasound (which I personally hopes get paid for with all the problems I have been having with State). It was in Portland at 7 am. We got there in plenty of time. The ultrasound tech called us in. Started the ultrasound and asked if I was feeling the baby kicking. I told her off and on. Now knowing the tech was doing most of the imaging from lower on the abdomen than I remember Lillian was, I recognize the kicks a whole lot more. The heart looks great, sounds great and the chambers were fine. The baby was moving all the time and was making the ultrasound tech work for the pictures. We saw the head, brain, arms, legs, abdomen, heart, lips, face, spine, skeleton. Sekona and Lillian enjoyed seeing the baby move. Lillian asked if it was ready to come out now. She can't wait for it to be here. The tech told us we are having a BOY! We are excited and apparently Lillian was right from the beginning. She has been telling everyone that she was getting a brother from the start. Now I just have a hard time waiting for the time to pass, since Lillian asks practically everyday if he is ready to come. If she wouldn't ask so much it wouldn't be on my mind so much.</p>The TAUFA'Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-63249344936522061522009-07-18T21:53:00.000-07:002009-07-18T22:01:04.755-07:00News update!<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;">I guess it is time to let all know that I am pregnant. I am 4 1/2 months, will be due on December 17th. Lillian is telling everyone it is a boy, but we do not know what it is yet. She gets in these moods of where if her frends (who are boys) or boy cousins play too much together and not much with her, she then decides it will be a girl. I have an ultrasound on the 10th of August and hopefully the baby or doctor will be cooperative. Sekona is excited and has told everyone that he can that we are expecting. He gets in these moods where he won't let me exercise then tells me to exercise and then tells me not to do anything hard or for that long at the gym. I am trying water aerobics and think I have finally found one that is close to when Elizabeth taught in Hawaii. I was offered a bumping position, but it was for a lot less hours and no benefits. so I declined. So far the pregnancy is going well. I just feel like a blob, tired and that is nothing new.</span>The TAUFA'Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-50267874363462864642009-06-20T19:23:00.000-07:002009-06-20T19:30:43.314-07:00I was treated well!<span style="color:#cc0000;">For the end of my job, I was treated pretty well. On the 17th the bus drivers decorated the table where I collect their papers and had presents there for me. I had a present for the baby, present for leaving and my birthday! There was some donated money, gift certificates and I just felt spoiled. Then on my last day--I attended the end of the year office party they gave me a gift for leaving, a gift for my birthday and a gift for the baby (until they know if it is a boy or a girl). I also won a gift certificate playing one of the games. So, for having my last day of work on my birthday wasn't as bad an experience as I thought it would be. Still, it feels unreal that I no longer have a job. I want to thank everyone for their well wishes and birthday wishes. The pregnancy is doing well and nothing major to inform on yet.</span>The TAUFA'Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-85451038622633197592009-05-18T19:38:00.000-07:002009-06-22T15:27:07.348-07:00Economy strikes the Taufa family!<span style="color:#ffff00;">For those of you who didn't know---Earlier this year due to unforseen circumstances Sekona closed his business down for a year or two. There just weren't any phone calls. <p>
Also, last week I was informed that my position is dissolved and I will no longer be needed after June 18th. Unless something drastic happens and funds come in and they are able to keep me. <p>
Sekona and I feel that the Lord has a different plan for us. We may not know what it is or what it will entail, but we will figure it out.</span></p>The TAUFA'Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-55059874983946835962009-05-14T07:00:00.000-07:002009-05-14T07:21:37.085-07:00Time for a Catch up-Spring Break, etc.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/Sgwm8XtZScI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0B0pU8hIhoc/s1600-h/misc09+019.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335682477125618114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/Sgwm8XtZScI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0B0pU8hIhoc/s320/misc09+019.JPG" /></a> Here are Mikaydi, Lilian and Molly enjoying themselves when they came down for Aubrey's wedding. They had so much fun together!
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/Sgwm0hWYJGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6O9-I8IbNqs/s1600-h/misc09+024.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335682342274475106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/Sgwm0hWYJGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6O9-I8IbNqs/s320/misc09+024.JPG" /></a> Here are the sweet angels asleep at Granny's house while Lillian and I were up for Spring Break. I was busy making scrapbook pages and was glad to have Lillian entertained by Molly.
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SgwmtsMHW8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/F8QG9LZO-HQ/s1600-h/misc09+025.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335682224925137858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SgwmtsMHW8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/F8QG9LZO-HQ/s320/misc09+025.JPG" /></a> Lillian fell in love with this dog named Bear! Bear was one of the Rugby players dog and Lillian babysat the whole game, even asked if Bear could come over for a sleep over?!
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SgwmnzJ4vvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/qUOPNU-DDmk/s1600-h/misc09+026.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335682123715624690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SgwmnzJ4vvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/qUOPNU-DDmk/s320/misc09+026.JPG" /></a> We found a dog she isn't afraid of!
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/Sgwmfz1iMPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/6VkJNzzCe9w/s1600-h/misc09+040.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335681986459742450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/Sgwmfz1iMPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/6VkJNzzCe9w/s320/misc09+040.JPG" /></a> Here is Sekona passing off to a teammate that made a try. It was a good way to end Spring Break--with a rugby tournament.
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SgwmVzXILAI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kOUjtXYxVd8/s1600-h/misc09+043.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335681814533516290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SgwmVzXILAI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kOUjtXYxVd8/s320/misc09+043.JPG" /></a> Again here is Sekona running with the ball.
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Here is what a scrum looks like.
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SgwmCxP0rrI/AAAAAAAAAGc/IdLifBSmVPU/s1600-h/misc09+032.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335681487548493490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SgwmCxP0rrI/AAAAAAAAAGc/IdLifBSmVPU/s320/misc09+032.JPG" /></a> Here is the beginning of a scrum.
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Here are some teammates that Sekona played with.
<div><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SgwlIjj-mtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/TEsh_hhDitM/s1600-h/misc09+057.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335680487442520786" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SgwlIjj-mtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/TEsh_hhDitM/s320/misc09+057.JPG" /></a> Easter time!!!! Lillian kept asking when we were heading to Granny's or cousin's house to go Easter egg hunting. She was disappointed this year that she couldn't go. So the Easter Bunny had a little egg hunt in the apartment for her.
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Here's her modeling her easter dress! Doesn't she look fabulous.
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/Sgwk56rFuYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Fd2y7dsUW9I/s1600-h/misc09+089.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335680235948325250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/Sgwk56rFuYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Fd2y7dsUW9I/s320/misc09+089.JPG" /></a> The last time we went home we stopped off at Multnomah falls for a little break. Lillian loved it.
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<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SgwkcURioxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Uzcbzl55ru4/s1600-h/misc09+093.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335679727424414482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SgwkcURioxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Uzcbzl55ru4/s320/misc09+093.JPG" /></a> Here is Lillian taking a picture of the parents! Does pretty well?!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The TAUFA'Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-15985276854875207952009-03-11T13:48:00.000-07:002009-05-14T14:47:54.970-07:00Coloring and the Photo Gallery!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SgyRfuESGqI/AAAAAAAAAHk/2TwDjKFB9QQ/s1600-h/misc09+114.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335799632655162018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SgyRfuESGqI/AAAAAAAAAHk/2TwDjKFB9QQ/s320/misc09+114.JPG" /></a>
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<div>Lillian loves to color and at first would put all her pictures in her drawer. Lately, she wants to display them so everywhere you look there is a colored pictured. My co-workers are suprised at how well Lillian can stay within the lines so well. So, if you come into our house there is a photo gallery in the kitchen, living room and her bedroom walls. Maybe I will get a chance to take a picture and post it.
JUST AS I POSTED THIS--I WALK OUT AND LILLIAN IS TAKING DOWN ALL HER PICTURES AND PUTTING THEM AWAY.</div></div>The TAUFA'Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-59229541713957983262009-02-25T19:44:00.000-08:002009-02-25T19:47:54.416-08:00I Don't want green!<span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;">I was watching a TV commercial the other day and I realized I don't want green! Of course, it didn't hit me until the end of the commercial. It was a catchy little commercial about buying a "green" car. Everyone in the commercial was talking how everyone wanted "green" and how great it was. Sorry, but I don't want "green"! I haven't seen a vehicle out there that has proven to be efficient, cost worthy, warranty wise any better than a regular car. True some claim to have more miles per gallon. Still, I don't want "green".</span>The TAUFA'Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-11724769315478169842009-02-25T19:41:00.001-08:002009-02-25T19:44:09.671-08:00Socko?<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">I don't really understand the word, but lately Lillian has come up with this word: Socko. Now when I ask her what it means, she tells me she doesn't know or know where she heard it. Part of me thinks she made up the word from listening to Sekona talk tongan, but I can't be sure that she didn't make it up while playing with friends. The only thing I do know is that she uses the word in a "name calling" way. Sekona and I have asked her not to use the word anymore but she uses it more and more now. Does anyone out there know the meaning of socko?</span>The TAUFA'Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-33543645224231700912009-02-24T19:59:00.000-08:002009-02-25T14:02:51.436-08:00Here's a tag!A--Attached or Single: Attached to Sekona
<p>B--Best Friend: Boy--Sekona, Girl--Jenny
<p>C--Cake or Pie: Depends on how it is made, but like both
<p>D--Day of Choice: In high school it was Thursday, now probably Friday or Saturday
<p>E--Essential Item: Cell phone, car keys
<p>F--Favorite Color: Red
<p>G--Greatest Accomplishment: Graduating from college, getting sealed in the temple, having Lillian
<p>H--Hometown: Mattawa
<p>I--Indulgences: Books, Internet, Chocolate
<p>J--January or July: July
<p>K--Kids: Lillian 4 years
<p>L--Life is incomplete without: the gospel and family
<p>M--Marriage Date: 11/20/97
<p>N--Number of Siblings: 4 brothers, 1 sister
<p>O--Oranges or Apples: Oranges
<p>P--Phobias or fears: Disappointing love ones, sugar cane spiders, Lillian being kidnapped
<p>Q--Quotes: "Stay out of bed, that is where people die. ”
<p>R--Reason to Smile: Sunshine, Sekona and Lillian, a good book, hanging out with friends
<p>S--Season: Between Fall or Summer--I love the fall leaves, fog, and the brisk air of fall. I love the sun, all the green and being outdoors for summer.
<p>T--Tag 5 Friends: Elizabeth, Amanda, Vaitare (sorry on the spelling), Stacy, and Crystal.
<p>U--Unknown fact about me: I can't stand paying a bill late, and I have to balance my checkbook once a month.
<p>V--Very favorite store: For Lillian and Sekona--Kohl's, for me I guess Lane Bryant
<p>W--Worst habit: Eating sweets when I'm stressed, shouting at Lillian when my sugars are dropping, saying "whatever" when I'm too frustrated to deal with it.
<p>X--X-ray or Ultra Sound: Ultrasound
<p>Y--Your favorite food: Potatoes
<p>Z—Zodiac: Gemni
</p>The TAUFA'Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-61579663869118973382009-02-23T19:33:00.000-08:002009-02-24T10:33:31.341-08:008's questions tag<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;">8 TV shows I watch:</span> <p>
<ol><li>Grey's Anatomy <p></p></li><li><p>Private Practice</p></li><li><p>House</p></li><li><p>Bones</p></li><li><p>NCIS</p></li><li><p>Fringe</p></li><li><p>Lie to Me</p></li><li><p>Ghost Whisperer</p></li></ol><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;">8 Things that happened yesterday:</span> <li><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><p>Went to church</span></p></li><li><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><p>Gave a lesson</span></p></li><li><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Took a nap</span></p></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><p>Watch TV</span></p></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><p>Put music on Sekona's mp3</span></p></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><p>Played "I spy" computer game with Lillian</span></p></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><p>Read "ISSA's Fitness Program book"</span></p></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><p>Ate faikakai</span></p></li><ol></ol><p><span style="font-size:180%;">8 Things looking forward to:</span></p><ol><li><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><p>Getting paid</span></p></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><p>Going to the gym on Wednesday</span></p></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><p>Lillian's haircut tomorrow</span></p></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><p>Getting out of debt</span></p></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><p>Having a house</span></p></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><p>Going to the temple</span></p></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><p>Going on vacation</span></p></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><p>Losing weight</span></p></li></ol><p><span style="font-size:180%;">8 Things on my wish list:</span></p><ol><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><p>Have a house</span></p></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><p>Be out of debt</span></p></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><p>Watch Lillian grow up and get married</span></p></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><p>Have another baby (if possible)</span></p></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><p>Have retirement</span></p></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><p>Be healthy</span></p></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><p>Keeping my testimony strong</span></p></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><p>To be safe</span></p></li></ol><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;">8 Things Sekona did yesterday:</span></p><ol><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><p>Slept in</span></p></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><p>Got ready for church</span></p></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><p>Taught a lesson</span></p></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><p>Took a nap</span></p></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><p>Ate pig, tapioca, faikakai</span></p></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><p>Talked on the phone (tongan)</span></p></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><p>Drove to church</span></p></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><p>Played with Lillian</span></p></li></ol><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;">8 People I tag:</span></p><ol><li><span style="font-size:130%;">Debbie <p></span></p></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><p>Korbi</span></p></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><p>Tiffani</span></p></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><p>Katie</span></p></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><p>Elizabeth</span></p></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><p>Kristen</span></p></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><p>Crystal</span></p></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><p>Lauren</span></p></li></ol>The TAUFA'Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-32137938684708227812009-02-18T14:26:00.000-08:002009-02-18T14:36:48.705-08:00Lillianism's<span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">Lillian and I were heading home from the gym, passing a dairy or feedlot when:</span><p>
<span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">L: Mommy, know where milk comes from?</span><p>
<span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">M: where?</span><p>
<span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">L: The man pours the milk down the cows throat and the cow gives us milk.</span><p>
<span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">M: Close but not exactly right.</span><p>
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<span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">Lillian and I discussing President's day and why I am not at work:</span><p>
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<span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">L: You're not going to work mom?</span><p>
<span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">M: No, remember today is President's day.</span><p>
<span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">L: Where are my presents mom?</span><p>
<span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">M: You don't get presents on President's day.</span><p>
<span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">L: Remember mom, on holidays it is nice to give everyone a present. So, where is my present? Are you mad at me mom?</span><p>
<span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">M: No, I am not mad at you. It's not presents day, but President's day--like George Washington and Abraham Lincoln's birthday.</span><p>
<span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">L: They get presents how come I don't?</span><p>
<span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">M: I'm sure they did, but it isn't that kind of holiday.</span><p>
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<span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">This is Tuesday:</span><p>
<span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">L: Where you going mom?</span><p>
<span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">M: I have to go to work.</span><p>
<span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">L: Why mom? Why can't you stay home, you didn't go to work yesterday.</span><p>
<span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">M: Remember yesterday was a holiday and now today I get to go to work.</span><p>
<span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">L: Oh, so you don't work on Wednesday?!</span><p>
<span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">M: Yes I do--Monday, Tuesday, Wed, Thursday, and Friday unless there is a holiday like on Monday.</span><p>
<span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">L: Do you have to go to work?</span>The TAUFA'Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-9814352654547387272009-02-14T22:19:00.000-08:002009-02-14T22:35:10.115-08:00Valentine's Tag<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">♥ How long have you been together? 11 years </span><p>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">♥ How long did you know each other before you started dating? A few hours. </span><p>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">♥ Who asked who out? He asked me. </span><p>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">♥ How old are each of you? He is 37 and I am 34. </span><p>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">♥ Whose siblings do/did you see the most? Mine. </span><p>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">♥ Do you have any children together? One </span><p>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">♥ What about pets? We discuss it, but I am afraid of him eventually eating one. </span><p>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">♥ Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple? Finance </span><p>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">♥ Did you go to the same school? No. </span><p>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">♥ Are you from the same home town? No. Not even the same country. </span><p>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">♥ Who is the smartest? He says I am, but I think he is smart as well. </span><p>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">♥ Who is the most sensitive? I think I am, but he has his moments. </span><p>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">♥ Where do you eat out most as a couple? We rarely eat out as a couple, his favorite is King's Buffet or Chipotle orRed Robin or Ruby Tuesday (but mostly King's). </span><p>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">♥ Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple? Australia (with my sister, her friend and a niece). </span><p>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">♥ Who has the craziest exes? Has to be him, I never dated before him. </span><p>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">♥ Who has the worst temper? Me. </span><p>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">♥ Who does the cooking? He makes mostly his own breakfast. I cook usually the larger meal when I cook. </span><p>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">♥ Who is more social? About the same, maybe more him. </span><p>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">♥ Who is the neat freak? He loves the place to be clean, but doesn't usually do the cleaning. I love the place to be organized and struggle with keeping it the way I like it. </span><p>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">♥ Who is the more stubborn? I'm not sure. </span><p>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">♥ Who hogs the bed? He definetly him. </span><p>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">♥ Who wakes up earlier? He does. </span><p>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">♥ Where was your first date? Walk around Laie and to the gazebo behind the temple. </span><p>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">♥ Who has the bigger family? I do. </span><p>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">♥ Do you get flowers often? Not really, but when I do get them they mean a lot. </span><p>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">♥ Who is more jealous? Neither of us. </span><p>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">♥ How long did it take to get serious? About 2 or 4 days, but nothing official for 2 weeks. </span><p>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">♥ Who eats more? Him. </span><p>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">♥ Who does/did the laundry? I do a lot of it, but when he wants something clean he will do it. </span><p>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">♥ Who’s better with the computer? I would have to say I am. </span><p>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">♥ Who drives when you are together? He does. </span><p>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Tag! You're it!
</span></p>The TAUFA'Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-45127123853468622512009-02-09T21:06:00.000-08:002009-02-09T21:08:16.828-08:00LUCKY YOU!Lucky you!The first FIVE people to respond to this post will get something made by me! My choice. For you. This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:<p>
1- I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!<p>
2- What I create will be just for you.<p>
3- It'll be done this year. (might be a little while)<p>
4- You have no clue what it's going to be.It may be a story. It may be poetry, shoes, bags, or a little invention of my own! I may draw or paint something. I may bake you something and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you, that's for sure!<p>
5- I reserve the right to do something extremely strange.<p>
Believe me... it may blow your mind!The catch? Oh, the catch is that you must repost this on your blog and offer the same to the first 5 people who do the same on your blog. The first 5 people to do so and leave a comment telling me they did win a FAB-U-LOUS homemade gift by me! Oh, and be sure to post a picture of what you win when you get it!The TAUFA'Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-5154676003413698462009-02-01T22:39:00.000-08:002009-02-01T22:42:25.414-08:00Coloring and Stories!I need to get some pictures of Lillian's coloring. She is getting pretty good, if I say so myself. She doesn't trace, just stays within the lines. She loves bold colors! She is constantly asking me to color with her, which I have fun doing except when she picks out what picture I can do. <p>
She loves the story of Goldilocks and the three bears! She was requesting that I tell her a story and that one popped into my mind. Now it doesn't matter if she is going to bed or not she wants to hear the "Papa bear story" or "Goldilocks". She varies on what it is called. Even when I am done she is requesting that I tell it to her again!
</p>The TAUFA'Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-7196020539513559912009-01-22T21:38:00.000-08:002009-01-22T21:53:01.106-08:00Everyone needs to do before they die<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;">I have marked the ones I have done in Bold! (put * by “sort of” ones)<p>
<strong>Started your own blog<p>
Slept under the stars</strong><p>
Played in a band<p>
<strong>Visited Hawaii<p>
Watched a meteor shower<p>
Given more than you can afford to charity<p>
Been to Disneyland<p>
Climbed a Mountain<p>
</strong>Held a praying mantis<p>
Sang a solo<p>
Bungee jumped<p>
Visited Paris<p>
<strong>Watched a lightening storm at sea</strong><p>
Taught yourself an art from scratch<p>
Adopted a child<p>
Had food poisoning<p>
Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty<p>
<strong>Grown your own vegetables</strong><p>
Slept on an overnight train<p>
<strong>Hitch hiked<p>
Taken a sick day when you’re not ill</strong><p>
Held a lamb<p>
Gone skinny dipping (* does it count if it was see through)<p>
Run a Marathon<p>
Seen a total eclipse<p>
<strong>Watched a sunrise or sunset<p>
Hit a home run<p>
Been on a cruise<p>
</strong>Seen Niagara Falls in person<p>
Visited the birthplace of your ancestors (*went to where my great grandparents use to live)<p>
Seen an Amish community<p>
<strong>Fired a rifle, shotgun or pistol</strong><p>
Seen Michelangelo’s David in person<p>
<strong>Sung karaoke<p>
Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt</strong><p>
Bought a stranger a meal<p>
Visited Africa<p>
<strong>Walked on a beach by moonlight</strong><p>
Been transported in an ambulance<p>
Had your portrait painted<p>
Gone deep sea fishing<p>
Seen the Sistine Chapel in person<p>
<strong>Gone scuba diving or snorkeling<p>
Kissed in the rain<p>
Played in the mud<p>
Gone to a drive-in theater</strong><p>
Visited the Great Wall of China in person<p>
Started a business<p>
Taken a martial art class<p>
Visited Russia<p>
Served at a soup kitchen<p>
<strong>Sold Girl Scout cookies</strong><p>
Gone Whale Watching<p>
<strong>Got flowers for no reason<p>
Donated blood, platelets, or plasma</strong><p>
Gone sky diving(*does gliding count)<p>
Visited a Nazi concentration camp<p>
<strong>Bounced a check</strong><p>
Flown in a helicopter<p>
<strong>Saved a favorite childhood toy</strong><p>
Visited the Lincoln Memorial in person<p>
<strong>Eaten Caviar<p>
Pieced a quilt<p>
</strong>Stood in Times Square<p>
Been fired from a job<p>
Seen the Changing of the Guards in London<p>
<strong>Been on a speeding motorcycle</strong><p>
Seen the Grand Canyon in person<p>
<strong>Published something (*does doodle magazine count from elementary school)<p>
</strong>Bought a brand new car<p>
Walked in Jerusalem<p>
Visited the White House<p>
<strong>Had chickenpox</strong><p>
Sat on a jury<p>
<strong>Met someone famous</strong> (Met Elder Thomas S Monson, President Gordon B Hinckley was at my Graduation, famous pianist Vladimar K-something)<p>
<strong>Joined a book club<p>
Lost a loved one<p>
Had a baby<p>
</strong>Seen the Alamo in person<p>
<strong>Swam in the ocean<p>
Owned a cell phone<p>
Been stung by a bee<p>
Seen Mount Rushmore in person<p>
Learned to play an instrument (then forgot mostly how)<p>
</strong>Held a tarantula<p>
Touched an iceberg<p>
<strong>Changed a baby’s diaper</strong><p>
Taken a trip in a hot air balloon<p>
<strong>Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment<p>
Had a food fight<p>
Screamed as loudly as you possibly can<p>
Ridden a roller coaster<p>
</strong>Visited all 50 states<p>
<strong>Taken a road trip<p>
Milked a cow</strong><p>
Been in a movie<p>
<strong>Crashed a party</strong><p>
<strong>Made cookies from scratch</strong><p>
Gotten a tattoo (*a sprayed on tattoo)<p>
<strong>Rafted the Snake River (*close the Columbia river and another one)<p>
Performed on stage<p>
Been to Las Vegas</strong><p>
Eaten shark<p>
Bought a house<p>
Been in a combat zone<p>
Walked the Golden Gate Bridge<p>
<strong>Touched a sting ray<p>
Broken a bone<p>
Ridden a horse<p>
Eaten sushi<p>
Had your picture in newspaper<p>
Gone back to school</strong><p>
Eaten fried green tomatoes<p>
Killed and prepared an animal for eating<p>
Dyed your hair (*tried to dye a piece of hair blond—didn’t work; did the wash out kind)<p>
<strong>Caused a car accident</strong><p>
Saved someone’s life<p>
I’m passing this tag onto: Those who have time and are interested in it.</span>The TAUFA'Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-70287164566781160242009-01-12T19:38:00.000-08:002009-01-12T19:48:16.845-08:00Holdin' back!This last weekend I bought Lillian a write and wipe "I can Print" book. Also, convinced Sekona to buy a Leap Frog Clickstart for cheap since it was on a good sale. Lillian has been just floating ever since on her ability to recognize her letters and colors! I sat back as she jumped up and down and her face lit so bright as she wrote a letter.
A part of me was wondering if I had been holding back her ability to learn! I forget just because she isn't in school, that she is only 4, that she couldn't and shouldn't still be learning. She practiced her name today. We are still working on putting the letters together. I enjoy watching the aspect of learning and sometimes miss and forget that I should challenge myself to continue to learn.The TAUFA'Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-91321712480935750432008-12-30T11:57:00.000-08:002008-12-30T11:59:15.693-08:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEXY SEKONA!Ok, maybe most of you don't think of him that way, but I have called him that for so long, it just slips out. I have toned it down since Lillian started saying Sexy instead of Daddy?! It's his birthday and Lillian is so excited for him! I just wanted to give a shout out--Happy Birthday!The TAUFA'Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804noreply@blogger.com4