tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46158691567347780492024-03-13T01:31:25.136-06:00HEY YOU GUY-YS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!amyharrisonphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15559263141997015868noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615869156734778049.post-27774261078782770202011-03-06T18:01:00.002-07:002011-03-09T23:55:34.017-07:00Cinderella Ballet<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyharrisonphotography/5498229116/" title="12 by remember this...photography, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5020/5498229116_4250b22da5_b.jpg" width="850" height="565" alt="12" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyharrisonphotography/5497635817/" title="13 by remember this...photography, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5135/5497635817_f7a82be67d_b.jpg" width="680" height="1024" alt="13" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyharrisonphotography/5497635853/" title="14 by remember this...photography, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5019/5497635853_4afc53c521_b.jpg" width="680" height="1024" alt="14" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyharrisonphotography/5497635915/" title="15 by remember this...photography, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5099/5497635915_9b9920a3a9_b.jpg" width="680" height="1024" alt="15" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyharrisonphotography/5497635961/" title="16 by remember this...photography, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5131/5497635961_3b38a4be1d_b.jpg" width="850" height="565" alt="16" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyharrisonphotography/5498229322/" title="17 by remember this...photography, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5053/5498229322_3ddbac18ab_b.jpg" width="683" height="1024" alt="17" /></a><br /><br />Blake has always said that every guy in the world needs to be the dad of a 3 year old girl. And we've had the absolute pleasure of being the parents of 4, 3 year old daughters and it really is the sweetest experience ever.<br />We took the 3 little ones to the Cinderella Ballet not really knowing what to expect. We arrived early so the girls would have a chance to hang out with the dancers before the show, and they were so sweet. As soon as they saw us, they walked over with a basket full of heart-shaped suckers and gave one to each of the girls, then they talked to them, asked them princess-y questions and told them about their parts in the ballet. But as soon as Ava caught a glimpse of the Prince she squeezed my hand and said, "I want to go see Prince John", and my heart just melted all over again. <br /><br />From the moment that we walked through the doors of the concert hall, they were completely mesmerized. <br />We had such great seats directly behind the Orchestra pit so the girls could really see what was going on everywhere. And the music was so beautiful, I wanted to just sit there with my eyes closed and take it all in. But my very favorite part of the whole night was listening to Ava just chat her little heart out about everything that was going on during the ballet. She followed everything so perfectly and was so enchanted by the story and the dancers, I watched her and light in her eyes more than I watched the actual ballet. It was a magical evening indeed.amyharrisonphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15559263141997015868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615869156734778049.post-17697984804382251032011-03-04T12:26:00.003-07:002011-03-04T13:13:54.221-07:00Fancy Pants Dinner<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyharrisonphotography/5497164953/" title="1 by remember this...photography, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5131/5497164953_14736c3f0d_b.jpg" width="680" height="1024" alt="1" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyharrisonphotography/5497758504/" title="2 by remember this...photography, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5298/5497758504_016b1cd1ab_b.jpg" width="850" height="567" alt="2" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyharrisonphotography/5497165055/" title="3 by remember this...photography, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5211/5497165055_df44038b3f_b.jpg" width="850" height="565" alt="3" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyharrisonphotography/5497758582/" title="4 by remember this...photography, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5131/5497758582_b486f04492_b.jpg" width="850" height="567" alt="4" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyharrisonphotography/5497758636/" title="5 by remember this...photography, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5014/5497758636_6eba42ba4f_b.jpg" width="850" height="567" alt="5" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyharrisonphotography/5497165193/" title="6 by remember this...photography, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5294/5497165193_b87db3000d_b.jpg" width="850" height="567" alt="6" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyharrisonphotography/5497165251/" title="7 by remember this...photography, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5173/5497165251_e5c747f3b1_b.jpg" width="850" height="567" alt="7" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyharrisonphotography/5497165271/" title="8 by remember this...photography, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5175/5497165271_b4811dbf99_b.jpg" width="850" height="567" alt="8" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyharrisonphotography/5497758804/" title="9 by remember this...photography, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5012/5497758804_3932c4008d_b.jpg" width="850" height="567" alt="9" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyharrisonphotography/5497758854/" title="10 by remember this...photography, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5099/5497758854_f0a5b7403a_b.jpg" width="683" height="1024" alt="10" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyharrisonphotography/5497165409/" title="11 by remember this...photography, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5291/5497165409_92eb57ef04_b.jpg" width="731" height="1024" alt="11" /></a><br /><br />The fabulousness of this night left Blake and I completely anxious to do is all over again next year. It was SOOOOO much fun! <br /><br />We spent the evening with some of our most favorite people in the world, surrounded by the most scrumptious food and twinkling lights. <br /><br />I'm totally disappointed that I didn't take more photos, but I was just having waaaaay too much fun. So whatev. Maybe next year :)amyharrisonphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15559263141997015868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615869156734778049.post-84871819437432340702010-08-11T23:56:00.003-06:002010-08-12T00:04:00.912-06:00Training for Black Friday<img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/remember%20this/Bette%20Adshopping/1.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/remember%20this/Bette%20Adshopping/2.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/remember%20this/Bette%20Adshopping/3.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/remember%20this/Bette%20Adshopping/4.jpg" /><br /><br />Notice the lack of orange circle around the Corned Beef or Batteries?<br /><br />This is what our Wednesday's look like. <br />Bette up bright and early, scouring the ads for everything her little heart desires.amyharrisonphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15559263141997015868noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615869156734778049.post-46166243470688148842010-06-11T23:20:00.002-06:002010-06-11T23:24:00.972-06:00TypicalWho says Children these days are lazy???<br />I find Ava's desire to watch "UP" on the computer, while watching "Mickey Mouse Clubhouse" on my iPhone quite intriguing actually...<br /><br /><img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/typical/2.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/typical/1.jpg" />amyharrisonphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15559263141997015868noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615869156734778049.post-44012213800967645472010-04-22T17:06:00.002-06:002010-04-22T17:13:24.066-06:00Primrose<img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/primroseava/1primrose.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/primroseava/2primrose.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/primroseava/3primrose.jpg" /><br /><br />So in addition to Ava's "tippy-toe" skills, and "talking back" skills...we now get to add "drawing on my face with a marker" skills to her resume. I'm thinking of hiring her to do my make-up for me every morning before I get out of bed. Maybe my best idea yet!!amyharrisonphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15559263141997015868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615869156734778049.post-22957773215094062202009-12-07T12:01:00.001-07:002009-12-07T12:02:15.878-07:00I know how you feel girl...<img src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/Ava/1avawindow.jpg" /><br />...I'm not a fan of the snow either!amyharrisonphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15559263141997015868noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615869156734778049.post-79081822590374716012009-10-08T22:17:00.002-06:002009-10-08T22:32:25.818-06:00The Gathering of the Esquerra's '09<img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/1-1.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/2-1.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/3-1.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/4-1.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/5-1.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/6-1.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/7-1.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/8.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/9.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/10.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/11.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/12.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/13.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/14.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/15.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/16.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/17.jpg" /><br /><br />Robert and Jennifer sure know how to rock out a fabulous Family Reunion! I love seeing the sweet Esquerra's that roll on into town every once in a while! BEST. FAMILY. EVER! <br />We began the festivities with an awesome trip to the temple to do some family names...so precious! Breakfast at Oma's house along with some killer tie-dyingness followed by a day of fun games and just enjoying the fam!<br />So sorry that it's taken so long to get these pictures up...I'm trying to catch up on this blog...promise!<br /><br />Thanks Esquerra Family...you're the best and we love you!amyharrisonphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15559263141997015868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615869156734778049.post-39761759701141655332009-10-04T23:16:00.002-06:002009-10-04T23:24:47.305-06:00Ava's baby<img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/ava%20with%20her%20baby/4avababy.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/ava%20with%20her%20baby/2avababy.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/ava%20with%20her%20baby/3avababy.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/ava%20with%20her%20baby/1avababy.jpg" /><br /><br />You would think that a house with 4 girls would have baby dolls strewn about all over the place. Wouldn't you???<br />Well not the case here. At least not until little miss Ava came along with her tender little heart and obsessive personality. Her baby doll, who's name is yet to be determined, goes with her at all times. And if she doesn't go with her, we are in big trouble. <br />Her birthday is at the end of the month and it is taking every ounce of strength that I have to not cave and give her the new baby doll set with the stroller, swing and bed, that I bought last week, right NOW! I can't wait! And maybe I won't wait...she doesn't know that she's supposed to get something for her birthday right? We'll see how the next couple of weeks go...amyharrisonphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15559263141997015868noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615869156734778049.post-26060420567017123932009-09-28T01:23:00.001-06:002009-09-28T01:23:45.251-06:00i love you<img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/i%20love%20you/1.jpg" />amyharrisonphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15559263141997015868noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615869156734778049.post-2504788124665148512009-09-07T22:55:00.002-06:002009-09-07T22:59:45.070-06:00Stadium of Fire...Jonas Brothers...yada, yada, yada<img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/Stadium%20of%20Fire/21.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/Stadium%20of%20Fire/20.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/Stadium%20of%20Fire/19.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/Stadium%20of%20Fire/18.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/Stadium%20of%20Fire/17.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/Stadium%20of%20Fire/16.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/Stadium%20of%20Fire/15.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/Stadium%20of%20Fire/14.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/Stadium%20of%20Fire/13.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/Stadium%20of%20Fire/12.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/Stadium%20of%20Fire/11.jpg" />amyharrisonphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15559263141997015868noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615869156734778049.post-36245881931955187542009-08-30T22:14:00.001-06:002009-09-02T02:13:58.608-06:00..please pardon my lack of complying to the "Rule of Thirds"...<img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/ava%20hangerhead/hangerhatcopy.jpg" /><br /><br />Does this little angelic girl with the packaging from a bundle of hangers on the top of her head look like someone who just hours earlier drew all over her mommy's new MacBook with permanent marker???amyharrisonphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15559263141997015868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615869156734778049.post-47100062822422422202009-05-22T00:31:00.002-06:002009-05-22T00:58:00.880-06:00Dear Marco and the couple standing behind me at Wal-Mart tonight...Dear Marco, <br />You don't know me and I don't know you, and I'm sure you'll never read this. But I just want you to know that I am positive that you are an amazing person! You seemed a little stressed tonight, i'm sure working the graveyard shift at Wally World can make you want to pull your hair out at times, but I just wanted to Thank you for being so kind as you scanned the Marshmallow Mateys that I promised Bette that I would get for her.<br /> I hope so much that you have a good life and that your family shows you that they love you and appreciate all that you do for them and how hard you are working for them! I often see people riding bicycles down the street on Hot days like today with a cooler in one hand that they probably brought their lunch to work in. And I say a little prayer in my heart for them asking Heavenly Father to please have someone waiting for them when they get home from work to greet them with a hug and a kiss and tell them thank you for working so hard for their family. I don't know why I felt such great love toward you like you were a member of my family. But I hope that my smile and friendly conversation helped you to not be too stressed about the long line behind me. <br />And if anyone out there is ever at Walmart around midnight and the man with the kind face behind the register is Marco...will you please give him one of the friendliest smiles that you have, no matter how big of a hurry you might be in? Thank you so much!<br /><br />And dear cute couple standing behind me in line to buy a 12 pack of Dew and a pink plastic Ruler, <br />I wasn't trying to eaves drop, but I couldn't help hearing the sweet things that you were saying and having said to you. I think what caught my attention at first was hearing you (guy) saying so sweetly to you (girl) "I just want to take care of you, I worry about you" I also heard you (girl) say "I'm sorry" about something, I don't know what, but what was the sweet response from you (guy)??? "Sorry for what? For being so amazing???" I also observed from the corner of my eye a little huggin' going on and it just made my little heart so happy!!! I am so happy for you two! Because I know that you are going to have a wonderful life together!<br /> How do I know this you ask??? Because I have my very own sweet "guy standing behind me at Wal-Mart" in my life too. Who says those exact same things with the exact same sincerity, who is the reason that I have no feelings of Jealousy at all that one might have from hearing such precious words being said to them. <br />Man, I love you guys too! And I don't know ANY of you! <br /><br />Sincerely, <br />Me (the girl with a bag of Marshmallow Mateys and a stack of about 20 Lean Cuisine Three Cheese Ziti Marinara..yum)amyharrisonphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15559263141997015868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615869156734778049.post-43655707847662828692009-04-02T18:18:00.002-06:002009-04-02T18:27:51.971-06:00I did it!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWQZSSBGFu9XYL6xc3CUyk1VrjeIT8hIzzPNOc2ylQ5HbzI9zGWZMd8zFaDYm1W6SvTRuXHI-DK4YnN1blOUpndOwTt2d3MrLPrkeN6Md-brKq8xdl_luNAZ26j9kvE8HWxSqJ5SrjP-bl/s1600-h/goals.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWQZSSBGFu9XYL6xc3CUyk1VrjeIT8hIzzPNOc2ylQ5HbzI9zGWZMd8zFaDYm1W6SvTRuXHI-DK4YnN1blOUpndOwTt2d3MrLPrkeN6Md-brKq8xdl_luNAZ26j9kvE8HWxSqJ5SrjP-bl/s400/goals.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320255083246874834" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiayt0U9WVVY35Y7e25xSYaXxzdYUVjrnBJHJkMDyARKt92VI9EryQVnk3lx3DykfSV9Yx2g181cPMp8liNkB9Vk3wCOX-P_sP0w95n-QMXPx0F01VfFSoZsFmzP61njCw_gKUXSncTi_SE/s1600-h/ponder.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiayt0U9WVVY35Y7e25xSYaXxzdYUVjrnBJHJkMDyARKt92VI9EryQVnk3lx3DykfSV9Yx2g181cPMp8liNkB9Vk3wCOX-P_sP0w95n-QMXPx0F01VfFSoZsFmzP61njCw_gKUXSncTi_SE/s400/ponder.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320255081297387682" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA1xOxw-2K-sDF-kOydq0URFwPGk2rRL9vB1RJfK7em2AutAGd7ev374uHeTAjAggYntsFGRa_78T1f4lkazn7scH8zUr6tBJpFEScrFwd0z8ISeSCEJoHwWEw1RxN7xAbUmXdcr5jNQJ7/s1600-h/conference+bingo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA1xOxw-2K-sDF-kOydq0URFwPGk2rRL9vB1RJfK7em2AutAGd7ev374uHeTAjAggYntsFGRa_78T1f4lkazn7scH8zUr6tBJpFEScrFwd0z8ISeSCEJoHwWEw1RxN7xAbUmXdcr5jNQJ7/s400/conference+bingo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320255073327004530" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2EaPtnsixTqQ9CcNvMJ2hvdgQe_ugDhAKxCqhujYr0CiWTpsOy97w0JMot4HE_zip11rpwK-bfFEdhwCjlhTVmGB2znpmNwYh-jqpf_sCpc9P2rn7RLLa5SOELw0e68hsuVPbkzQHdf9g/s1600-h/conference+bingo+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2EaPtnsixTqQ9CcNvMJ2hvdgQe_ugDhAKxCqhujYr0CiWTpsOy97w0JMot4HE_zip11rpwK-bfFEdhwCjlhTVmGB2znpmNwYh-jqpf_sCpc9P2rn7RLLa5SOELw0e68hsuVPbkzQHdf9g/s400/conference+bingo+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320255077062980674" /></a><br />all right everyone,,,who's ready for Conference Bingo...MOMMY STYLE????<br />I put together a couple of cards, just in case some of you out there are feelin' a little competetive and want to play against the hubbs- maybe the winner gets the others candy??? Speaking of... Hershey's Bliss Chocolates are the perfect size for the squares!!! Here you go, ENJOY! And ENJOY CONFERENCE EVEN MORE!!!!! I love Conference!amyharrisonphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15559263141997015868noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615869156734778049.post-62349268280952456392009-03-24T13:09:00.002-06:002009-03-24T13:12:34.287-06:00wow!This is amazing - as you listen intently, follow along with the words forward and backward, make sure you read as well as listen.<br /> <br />This is a video that was submitted in a contest by a 20 year old. The contest was titled 'u@50' by AARP, and won second place. When they showed it, everyone in the room was awestruck and broke out in spontaneous applause.<br /> <br />So simple and yet so brillant; take a minute and watch it.<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/42E2fAWM6rA&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/42E2fAWM6rA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Thanks for sending this Pam & Levi!amyharrisonphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15559263141997015868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615869156734778049.post-21982974642719599822009-03-09T01:46:00.002-06:002009-03-09T02:12:52.388-06:00<div>I write tonight about an unusual phenomenon that has been occurring on my computer desk lately. A stack of dollar bills has been growing steadily for the last 6 months or so. "Hmmmm, I wonder why Blake (the hubbs, not the kid) keeps leaving dollar bills on my desk?" I think to myself. But then I remember how, early in the morning, before he leaves for work, I can hear him putting change in his pocket for his daily Jamba Juice. Why would he rather pay with change when he has a stack of money on my desk? Weird? I don't know you tell me. </div><div>So when I asked him about it he answered with, "I thought you were saving it for Disneyland or something." ( I do think in "Disneyland Dollars, you know). This is getting weirder and weirder. Finally I asked the kids if they knew where this money was coming from. Well it turns out that Blake, (the kid, not the hubbs) would throw a dollar onto the pile every time he'd buy a song from Itunes. Wow, really??? I was wondering how all of those dang cool songs were getting there! But that got me thinking about something else..... </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6IKGTv9yNUFh_0aNv1diq91UaheI3gtEJyrYdLD35ygLk7_AWDe1E00j7awzHitIBIBhZQxPzmNkAV3WCCdLEV5e7GFx6YWVBvN_vnHrJTWgKlanvU-jlbdiPZ06ZoDwt16nvVk7iMJPl/s1600-h/cassete.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 366px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6IKGTv9yNUFh_0aNv1diq91UaheI3gtEJyrYdLD35ygLk7_AWDe1E00j7awzHitIBIBhZQxPzmNkAV3WCCdLEV5e7GFx6YWVBvN_vnHrJTWgKlanvU-jlbdiPZ06ZoDwt16nvVk7iMJPl/s400/cassete.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311091257900442514" /></a>Do my children realize how good they have it when it comes to getting songs that they love?<div>And for those of you who may be worried about the songs they are buying..don't worry..they're good. Anyway, back to the point....</div><div>I remember having to sit next to the stereo with my finger on the pause button while the play/record buttons were already set hoping with all my heart that the dang DJ would NOT talk during the intro to one of my favorite songs so I could have the most totally awesome mix tape in the world!!!</div><div>And now look how easy it is to just click the buy now button and upload it onto an ipod and off you go....MAN!!!!! Kids these days....I'd complain about it a little more but if it weren't for them I would have had no idea how to even figure out how to put my totally awesome work mix together. </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQDCT54iBF_tOlG1uKqa8l3EhANGv1MHtoOnHopez3Wd30a5kGcdjJlVO03KYq88xoePDrqT3rWdpXgUOSi3RjH9eEkYcBGJJVlBUAibNHLHU6bhsEXlV1nGOTVeqFhluw5T-_rinekc3Z/s1600-h/dollar-stack.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 390px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQDCT54iBF_tOlG1uKqa8l3EhANGv1MHtoOnHopez3Wd30a5kGcdjJlVO03KYq88xoePDrqT3rWdpXgUOSi3RjH9eEkYcBGJJVlBUAibNHLHU6bhsEXlV1nGOTVeqFhluw5T-_rinekc3Z/s400/dollar-stack.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311091254140922178" /></a><br /></div>amyharrisonphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15559263141997015868noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615869156734778049.post-26849275035490287752009-02-01T23:54:00.004-07:002009-02-02T00:11:09.519-07:00What would people say???<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjjcSiTQGZoO-U5ew5hkVo7J4HuEv1cNHBqeNZVx7Bk8ObvqGOqQ3QZzY4J4ex84NNLeZjs0QaW7OfeROtlyMuiBJGcmLfLvg0-KsrlqT9KBS2IlXNMkkYVbHNLEfp0qBuN03TOPslYUPS/s1600-h/11.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Q9CENB5owRZo0viVUQBlY8aUNmHJpgTPsA_01IK_eyMv-aeHvfqmt90cvnQXEs3kHLFuW0uCyKHxvEzsVqUU99PLbnGlxw6NXpFM_lNWwcCGdNZSwmarVnYV9yHiGj2syjiMHrx3UaRi/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298092671951015698" /></a><br />IF they were to complete a sentence about you, that began with "I....".<br />What would people say???<br />Well we found out what they'd say about my love one night as we sat in my living room playing a rousing game of Partini. <br />I don't know about you, but I find it completely precious that those who know him best know what an amazing and loving guy he is. Because he SO is! I love him with all my heart! For shizzle my nizzle!amyharrisonphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15559263141997015868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615869156734778049.post-45381294539687678732009-01-26T21:52:00.002-07:002009-01-26T22:09:16.225-07:00Do you know who we are?????Us bloggers we???? We who sit at the end of the day and journal. About our day...about choices that we've made, some quite significant, and some just stupid. We write about things that we want to remember in the future...some funny, some sad, some happy, and some just stupid. Instead of journaling with a pen and a notebook or a fancy journal that our aunt may have given us on the day we were Baptized when we were 8 years old (that still has yet to be filled), we journal on expensive computers. We type. DO YOU KNOW WHO WE ARE????? <br /><br /><img src= "http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm76/harrisonohana/family%20blog/doogie-howser_l.jpg" /> <br /><br />WE ARE DOOGIE HOWSER M.D.!!!!!!!!<br />Boy Genius. Who at the end of a long hard day of being an extraordinary teenage doctor would sit at his DOS system computer and journal with bright lime green letters on a dark green screen with a huge blinking curser. And what would he write about? Choices that he made, some quite significant, and some just stupid...<br />I bet that it was quite stressful being a young Doctor when he should have been out having milkshakes with Winny (sorry, wrong show). But I'm guessing that the part that we didn't see once he ended his journal entry for the day was the rousing game of Oregon Trail that he would rock out before going to bed at night. <br />I may be wrong....<br />Anyway, who'd have thought that this is what the future was going to be???amyharrisonphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15559263141997015868noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615869156734778049.post-19772827903644825632009-01-25T13:52:00.002-07:002009-01-25T13:54:55.628-07:00Isn't it annoying....When you go to check someones blog and they haven't updated in over 3 months?????? <br />I KNOW...I KNOW! I can't stand it when that happens...what is with these people???<br /><br />I promise to do better........starting tomorrow :o)amyharrisonphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15559263141997015868noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615869156734778049.post-40082791397554209352008-09-30T17:02:00.006-06:002008-09-30T17:40:52.107-06:00somethin' for the rest of us....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1aXDuyD5kbjRfIZPxHvfofNuwi75ibGVkW_oMG0QamDmvzLuDmhtz2dFsvXQBmZYbLOkre3EcjrKwR0xyMFBV5zO8NA-P8j8ijbC7CrdFqqABoQsegxrbTiLp6bAifRPNe7hc1RAjSmF2/s1600-h/goals.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1aXDuyD5kbjRfIZPxHvfofNuwi75ibGVkW_oMG0QamDmvzLuDmhtz2dFsvXQBmZYbLOkre3EcjrKwR0xyMFBV5zO8NA-P8j8ijbC7CrdFqqABoQsegxrbTiLp6bAifRPNe7hc1RAjSmF2/s400/goals.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251954706703336402" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt9OW7aQzzQZUPuwmoahM8aEI0v8R6MBpqAHECVrtLEwnRuFtOEYM-09GN_QbIZMl-ndT_5qdI5rEtupEqaHF1XTW7xZURZweNrfR8G1bjtwKh7c3Mg6iaJxjCmbTld818eZBaWcA4WQFT/s1600-h/ponder.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt9OW7aQzzQZUPuwmoahM8aEI0v8R6MBpqAHECVrtLEwnRuFtOEYM-09GN_QbIZMl-ndT_5qdI5rEtupEqaHF1XTW7xZURZweNrfR8G1bjtwKh7c3Mg6iaJxjCmbTld818eZBaWcA4WQFT/s400/ponder.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251954711695358498" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji8lqSNT9OvKjyIz_r68yJr6L-5V2dPmh6AppQbgFSHhk264nGoMrfjEhoYYzETIpcXsR-PC7Gwz-5TLjAUclFcQsrY63ZwJjVLZdeOyUVK6omd-FTfSF9nWI4mCBw-sCM2TP3gSZgsuVX/s1600-h/Jessica+Maternity.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji8lqSNT9OvKjyIz_r68yJr6L-5V2dPmh6AppQbgFSHhk264nGoMrfjEhoYYzETIpcXsR-PC7Gwz-5TLjAUclFcQsrY63ZwJjVLZdeOyUVK6omd-FTfSF9nWI4mCBw-sCM2TP3gSZgsuVX/s400/Jessica+Maternity.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251954712287650546" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNSC-RyP530YYewetHKke1F8N089i1zY5I6l6-77mkr-xjOJYqGITibbKN4-HqERTLx61A1xZaWH8NhKtjL1uTnfX2AKwp6FZNGO0CFi0ZsWPLQ5QFsAULNYFMAYY4zF4o9lp8m7O8AGot/s1600-h/Jessica+Maternity_1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNSC-RyP530YYewetHKke1F8N089i1zY5I6l6-77mkr-xjOJYqGITibbKN4-HqERTLx61A1xZaWH8NhKtjL1uTnfX2AKwp6FZNGO0CFi0ZsWPLQ5QFsAULNYFMAYY4zF4o9lp8m7O8AGot/s400/Jessica+Maternity_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251954716981227330" /></a><br /><br />Is anyone as anxious about Conference this year as I am??? It's not that I don't look forward to Conference every single year, I am just SO looking forward to the peace that I feel in my heart while I listen to the inspired words of our amazing church leaders. Especially right now, with the trials and craziness in the world today...I love conference as much as I love Disneyland and my family!!! (I hope that didn't sound weird). <br />Anyway, so you know how each year the kidlets usually get a packet with fun Conference activities like Bingo and word searches and such??? That got me thinking, "what about us mama's????"<br />So I've designed a couple of pretty pages that you can save to your computer and print if you'd like...who knows, I may even design a mama's bingo that you can play with dove chocolates instead of m&m's ..mmm that sounds good! One is for things to ponder, or favorite quotes you hear. And the other one is for writing goals. If anyone can think of any other fun thing you'd like to see, just let me know! And I mean that!<br /><br />Last week we had the Missionaries over for dinner. They were Awesome! While we were getting dinner ready, Reagan was strategically placing Books of Mormon all over the house...I think she wanted them to know that we were Mormon too :o). Anyway, before they left, Elder Munroe read some scriptures from the war chapters (My Faves) and left us with the message of how we can have protection from harm with the Armor of God that we receive from following the counsel of our Church leaders. Then Elder Carver tore a phone book in half with his bare hands!!! Very impressive.amyharrisonphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15559263141997015868noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615869156734778049.post-77368729400723444692008-09-25T01:10:00.004-06:002008-09-25T01:37:52.323-06:00Helmet girl<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDOCeqLVw5_6r-4dj7B1v1bAwzUyqAqnibXfCUwaCy0B_PJpTCyXnYZJV64jdMwbVwX9jIm0qJBdESlkS6M-z9EQqCYMMpjcSMq171sOCjQc2uPdTRE8vB8OhNG2N0qFSgUybD7vG_7IwX/s1600-h/Jessica+Maternity.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDOCeqLVw5_6r-4dj7B1v1bAwzUyqAqnibXfCUwaCy0B_PJpTCyXnYZJV64jdMwbVwX9jIm0qJBdESlkS6M-z9EQqCYMMpjcSMq171sOCjQc2uPdTRE8vB8OhNG2N0qFSgUybD7vG_7IwX/s400/Jessica+Maternity.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249858321282151906" border="0" /></a><br />MMMMAAAAANNNNNNNN has my Reagan had a tough few weeks! You've seen the pictures of her stitched up eyebrow...but OH that was just the beginning of it all. The stitches happened on a Friday, Monday was Labor Day-no school, Tuesday she woke up early, early in the morning with a fever, I suspected that she may have had strep throat, but I decided to give it a few hours before making an appointment and she said that her throat didn't hurt, so we left it at that. Tuesday night- Fever was down. Wednesday morning- Fever was up, still no sore throat. Wednesday night- Fever was down..this went on for the next couple of days. So Friday I'd had it with this wacked out fever and took her in for a strep test and to get her lovely stitches out. By this time she had missed an entire week of School..poor kid. Strep test came back negative (which means good in the medical world, for those of you who watch The Office...WHICH IS STARTING AT 8:00 TONIGHT PEOPLE!!! WHOO HOO!) sorry. Back to my loooong story. Saturday she was all better and excited to get back to school on Monday. Sunday...oh Sunday, My mom was visiting from Orem (I know that we live in Orem too..I'm just sayin') and all of the sudden we heard SCREAMING coming from the bathroom so we go running in to find Reagan with blood overflowing from her mouth and when we finally got her calmed down enough for her to explain what had happened...does anyone want to guess??? She said that she was jumping from the bath tub to the toilet and slipped and hit her mouth on the toilet. WHAT IN THE WHAT??? Don't ask me why she was doing acrobatics, I know that accoustics are better in bathrooms but what does that have to do with handsprings??? Well, she had a huge cut on the inside of her lip that hurt so bad that she couldn't really eat, which meant no school Monday either.In the following days she stubbed her toe, slammed her finger in a drawer and hit her head with the car door as it was opening. I told her that maybe we should put a helmet on her so she wouldn't get hurt as much, so she asked, "what color will it be?" I told her that we could maybe just use her Bicycle helmet...but she wanted a new one. Later that night we were getting ready to read scriptures and pray when Reagan walked into the room wearing this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-1j1EJspK7mtMtDcM8eKvbRNjKWz6oOkO2z2ELyoyMoaDIgx8xllRc4GrMd_AEo5lNhzQFjU85E7am-DX2JmjmSCS1Td7FcQop5Ogw-6f9zvst7ijVXoG5S9VloRp5-ZReMa0ZW9zUFEV/s1600-h/Jessica+Maternity_2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-1j1EJspK7mtMtDcM8eKvbRNjKWz6oOkO2z2ELyoyMoaDIgx8xllRc4GrMd_AEo5lNhzQFjU85E7am-DX2JmjmSCS1Td7FcQop5Ogw-6f9zvst7ijVXoG5S9VloRp5-ZReMa0ZW9zUFEV/s400/Jessica+Maternity_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249858335557599970" border="0" /></a>She put the two fireman helmets together all by herself. And that's when she declared "I guess I'm just going to have to look like this for the rest of my life!"<br />Chin up my darling little Reagan...life only gets harder! J/K...sort of. Hang in there!amyharrisonphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15559263141997015868noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615869156734778049.post-34126192421830774942008-09-11T21:33:00.000-06:002008-09-11T21:34:20.888-06:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0xtZrVV7kq8&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0xtZrVV7kq8&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>amyharrisonphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15559263141997015868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615869156734778049.post-88667858546591631382008-09-09T23:57:00.004-06:002008-09-10T00:01:10.372-06:00Why do I do this to myself?????<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZhQCg8O5zejUhZQfvXrV42lZtTZBsXCmx7pk_jbm__zh5NsrbpkNipWkDd-I5MfQKbvo56yCqDUb0OyxMfU7DK9KDxdG86N3l-oUVf0JvxiTjp6oG4UwBa2NA96kH8IP8dG6R_MpQ-Ruh/s1600-h/Savannah-Smiles.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZhQCg8O5zejUhZQfvXrV42lZtTZBsXCmx7pk_jbm__zh5NsrbpkNipWkDd-I5MfQKbvo56yCqDUb0OyxMfU7DK9KDxdG86N3l-oUVf0JvxiTjp6oG4UwBa2NA96kH8IP8dG6R_MpQ-Ruh/s400/Savannah-Smiles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244267865987837042" border="0" /></a>I know how it's going to end...I keep hoping that it will change...but it still ends the same way e-ver-y TIME!!!! And i just sit there and cry and cry and cry. Just thinking about it is making my cry. If any of you out there are emotionally constipated...this'll get you going! Thanks to my dear wonderful big sis. Lori- you're the BEST EVER!!!!! Love you!amyharrisonphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15559263141997015868noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615869156734778049.post-45129542700638091402008-08-31T05:43:00.004-06:002008-09-01T02:51:23.034-06:00My poor, poor Reagan!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju95WC4DSH5dT7Q2xv2oaMweI1r0MLZ9eM9V3u6wWfu_VX9vFccwHm38qvw-296FGAJLfPBqkNvCj3e54M-jFW1jCoTtyc86qPlV9SaH00U7x4o7aW3XXUlqh-wsO6kyg2n1Pp12cbhoq2/s1600-h/Stitches.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju95WC4DSH5dT7Q2xv2oaMweI1r0MLZ9eM9V3u6wWfu_VX9vFccwHm38qvw-296FGAJLfPBqkNvCj3e54M-jFW1jCoTtyc86qPlV9SaH00U7x4o7aW3XXUlqh-wsO6kyg2n1Pp12cbhoq2/s400/Stitches.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240646494745412546" border="0"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgycn8WFoM2EXZAFdVfqBRqL1O8L7afHgyXqB0jAmEbYIXX2K56EpB3AYypkETVWcre1QOgdn8ZQElNxI92fzD0ToQqPKuncb0nX6zEYEdpxiWlSxnJvL__L4q_STJdgimgWT1RFqDMS3gP/s1600-h/Stitches_1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgycn8WFoM2EXZAFdVfqBRqL1O8L7afHgyXqB0jAmEbYIXX2K56EpB3AYypkETVWcre1QOgdn8ZQElNxI92fzD0ToQqPKuncb0nX6zEYEdpxiWlSxnJvL__L4q_STJdgimgWT1RFqDMS3gP/s400/Stitches_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240646500394174866" border="0"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrgQTfgLs-B5iboNCuLocv6nYORvbLOWnM_E3wOeuNbHVS0bhhV6ZD7ItrWcieIMv-NMIbyYZlW01eLVXxPVMDjKsvU1xBvV1XgYQyG-e8H8gXMRgJiNFxV76IEIIyVEMIvjUc9NZAmgaW/s1600-h/Stitches_2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrgQTfgLs-B5iboNCuLocv6nYORvbLOWnM_E3wOeuNbHVS0bhhV6ZD7ItrWcieIMv-NMIbyYZlW01eLVXxPVMDjKsvU1xBvV1XgYQyG-e8H8gXMRgJiNFxV76IEIIyVEMIvjUc9NZAmgaW/s400/Stitches_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240646501457296594" border="0"></a>7 stitches are not going to slow the poses down that's for sure!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm3ywI9VwxMtOLPRMt7_wxGT8T3WHftiNUaCl3LD1u5yNoXU7FN0iC290zCs3m_d8La8kTRmZKBbPlI58RRgsCjlD0upw815JbLwrF_SYmGdhE2vVrmepCikw9kepid1SSSIuVbWqX6GNM/s1600-h/Stitches_3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm3ywI9VwxMtOLPRMt7_wxGT8T3WHftiNUaCl3LD1u5yNoXU7FN0iC290zCs3m_d8La8kTRmZKBbPlI58RRgsCjlD0upw815JbLwrF_SYmGdhE2vVrmepCikw9kepid1SSSIuVbWqX6GNM/s400/Stitches_3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240646509095580866" border="0"></a>What a crazy day in the life of my newly 6 year old little one! Friday, while playing at a neighbors house, she turned around too fast while trying to walk around a doll house and smashed her head on a wall. I feel so sad just thinking about it! So anyway, off to the E.R. we went (every time we go, I still feel a little weird about the fact that it is nothing like the show j/k). There was weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth in the back seat of our Expedition that day (minus the gnashing of teeth). But my sweet little sweetie pie was such a brave little soul! I think that she was more angry about getting hurt than anything-she kept yelling, "I HATE GETTING HURT!!!!!!" with as much air as she could force out of her little lungs. I hate it when she gets hurt too, it breaks my heart to see my little ones in pain :(. Anyway, while we were sitting in the pediatric room of the ER waiting for the plastic surgeon to come and stitch my baby up, Blake thought that it would be a great time to tell her about all of the many, many times that he's had to get himself stitched up...I noticed a lot more scars on his face that I'd never really seen before that day...and I'm pretty sure that the total number of stitches that he's had in his life are floating somewhere around the 8000's. Well after he was done regaling us with his lovely stories, Reagan was still nervous so we jumped right into one of the many adventures of "Princess Reagan and her Princess Friends" that I tell her whenever she's having a hard time. All of the stories begin with, "Once upon a time, there was a beautiful little princess with the darkest brown eyes you'll ever see and pretty black hair, and her name was...." and then Reagan pipes in with..."Reagan Rosemary Harrison"...and then our story continues with whatever creative junk that I can pull out of my head at the moment. This day the Adventure was about how one morning Princess Reagan woke to find that there was no color left in the world because Malificent had cast an evil spell and the only way to get the color back was to climb to the top of the very highest mountain and find an Orange Orange, a Yellow Banana, a Blue Blueberry, a Red Apple and a Purple Velvet Flower. Sounds simple enough right??? Wrong. I had to figure out a way to keep that story going until she was stitched up and ready to go home. So of coarse Princess Reagan, Mulan, Shang, Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty and the rest of the princesses happened upon many absurd mishaps along the way, but indeed they finally succeeded, Thanks in part to the great Doctor and his Awesome nurse who thought that the whole story was just about a Fruit Salad....mmmmm, fruit salad, yummy yummy. And might I just add that I was SOOOOO impressed with Mt. Timpanogos Hospital! The plastic surgeon did such an amazing job and was so kind and gentle with easing Reagan's fears about what was happening. She only felt a little burning when he was dripping the drugs into the cut, but only enough for her to say "Ow, that hurts". Then when he was nearly finished stitching up her eyebrow she asked him when she was going to have to get a shot. So clearly she didn't see him shooting her the 6 times that he did! We were out of there in less than an hour and on our way to get Reagan an ice cream cone for being such a little trooper. Not the grandest day of her life, but she made it through, and I feel so blessed as always to be able to be her momma!amyharrisonphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15559263141997015868noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615869156734778049.post-74240035878109000092008-08-27T14:05:00.002-06:002008-08-27T14:14:03.864-06:00NOBODY SAY ANYTHING!!!!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoyXylV8wa0K8YsqXdu9SzEZpXwkR79m8MBIQRbIGcW1Za9GmBbp9vY9JglnYmgBnRnC83Bkeal7FijQMUoozSj8fWG6gX4DS69P9i7vItoaJHGvwZcTFRDdhogNWOumwzGeDmuKTvSWX_/s1600-h/200px-Breaking_Dawn_cover.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoyXylV8wa0K8YsqXdu9SzEZpXwkR79m8MBIQRbIGcW1Za9GmBbp9vY9JglnYmgBnRnC83Bkeal7FijQMUoozSj8fWG6gX4DS69P9i7vItoaJHGvwZcTFRDdhogNWOumwzGeDmuKTvSWX_/s400/200px-Breaking_Dawn_cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239291660956181474" /></a><br /><br />AND I MEAN IT! NOT ONE WORD PEOPLE! So My Love took the little ones out of the house while the bigger ones did their homework so I could have a few minutes away from the computer and just relax. (Maybe I was being a little too much of a cranky pants) ANYWAY...WHAT IN THE WHAT, WHAT?????????? REALLY!!!!!!!!! I just got to the Book Jacob...The last chapter of the first book...WHAT??????????????? I am seriously beside myself! I have so much editing to do, and I PROMISED myself that I would get it all done before continuing on, but...WHAT??????????????? Okay, I'm done saying WHAT??? now. But you want to hear something funny? Do you? SO after I got done reading <span style="font-style:italic;">The Book</span> I decided that I should get my nightly Scripture Study in then, since I had a quiet house...So as I finished the last chapter of 2nd Nephi...where do you think I landed???? THE BOOK OF JACOB! WHAT????????????????amyharrisonphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15559263141997015868noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4615869156734778049.post-35674250273222822792008-08-24T23:45:00.003-06:002008-08-26T02:54:51.135-06:00Do I know you?????<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCMedBUcqh4_RUFXWCtfRCgfUMKg5ulJnsFez0u25gV_MlTLDUmNXbavLcms_FUsDWdXac1ZQ0aatDseofm6_JjOVmBW43-YJr_yq5Lo9K_12fgzURWum975PfeQjQrLybEk1KqKciX3dZ/s1600-h/FamDamily_15+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCMedBUcqh4_RUFXWCtfRCgfUMKg5ulJnsFez0u25gV_MlTLDUmNXbavLcms_FUsDWdXac1ZQ0aatDseofm6_JjOVmBW43-YJr_yq5Lo9K_12fgzURWum975PfeQjQrLybEk1KqKciX3dZ/s400/FamDamily_15+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238743823733551362" border="0" /></a>So if it's true that in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">pre</span>-existence we got to choose our families...<br />#1 HOW IN THE H' DID A BUNCH OF CRAZIES LIKE US END UP TOGETHER????<br />and #2 I AM SO GLAD THAT WE DID!!!!! Yes it's true, at any given time (like perhaps at a wedding reception) Someone will start quoting lines from "Big Trouble in Little China" or "The Monster Squad" and 4 other people will chime in and in 5 minutes or so, pretty much have every single line worth quoting, quoted! Yes it's true, that's my little nephew Jazz showing of his "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Nakee</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Raegee's</span>" for all the world to see, while his brothers and uncles try to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">rein act</span> an album cover for who knows what rap group from the early 90's. And Yes it's true....Below you have photo's of my younger bro <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Mikal</span> playing out the famous scene from "Flash Dance"....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG15pCw4PzK5ByznQkRSaGmizXtuKO-72pCeTqvlRVIg-mmTYRiEnzojCDEHR7CALahwA_HU62LdQcJGcER5CTGxxn-SJEfkDgYpHXw6hAkRodpayRMU7tjYWAFkFt3Yocp-BA1ndfxP5q/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG15pCw4PzK5ByznQkRSaGmizXtuKO-72pCeTqvlRVIg-mmTYRiEnzojCDEHR7CALahwA_HU62LdQcJGcER5CTGxxn-SJEfkDgYpHXw6hAkRodpayRMU7tjYWAFkFt3Yocp-BA1ndfxP5q/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238743828312234498" border="0" /></a>I've said it before and I'll say it a thousand times... I Love this crazy family of mine with all my heart! There is no other group of people that I would rather spend eternity with!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD6DtpjWz70Oi3CrT-NFr02BY5VVNbTESM3iHJwT7tn3gIjswD3JDlJeaXgQhqNK4_dxWcY9SbPLuqQWr-2GryxooWSPjd8IlLTauWyqqmRNDFVSTAaz78w-MRuT77tPXHEwLwp34_lSdd/s1600-h/FamDamily_14.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD6DtpjWz70Oi3CrT-NFr02BY5VVNbTESM3iHJwT7tn3gIjswD3JDlJeaXgQhqNK4_dxWcY9SbPLuqQWr-2GryxooWSPjd8IlLTauWyqqmRNDFVSTAaz78w-MRuT77tPXHEwLwp34_lSdd/s400/FamDamily_14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238743834964413058" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVRQaCxWhOVOhOKwsvf6JgnLWf1cCJQL9Mi7HN4MmiQ9JnwsCYWrBPMOYBsdwFtjPSrwpBLr0NTpZwgYRXUXHbELeV9UaNq7_pGY6tRY3qh6wimvbE6dfHZQGmRL08O4wIIiCK-sMRhti_/s1600-h/FamDamily_8.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVRQaCxWhOVOhOKwsvf6JgnLWf1cCJQL9Mi7HN4MmiQ9JnwsCYWrBPMOYBsdwFtjPSrwpBLr0NTpZwgYRXUXHbELeV9UaNq7_pGY6tRY3qh6wimvbE6dfHZQGmRL08O4wIIiCK-sMRhti_/s400/FamDamily_8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238743842817482370" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjglLsbngb6RS1jawdULUOMD4vD_8BXeVoY0wXV9phaNOT73-u4dkiQXKJBvqRLzHjckrfPeMaxagsEzAjLy-FtJ-e4_VZKITwbEh8jssFXT7fg95rR8bTX_NmUMYRxs82j8h9zhPlVDpDG/s1600-h/FamDamily_6.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjglLsbngb6RS1jawdULUOMD4vD_8BXeVoY0wXV9phaNOT73-u4dkiQXKJBvqRLzHjckrfPeMaxagsEzAjLy-FtJ-e4_VZKITwbEh8jssFXT7fg95rR8bTX_NmUMYRxs82j8h9zhPlVDpDG/s400/FamDamily_6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238743852554094306" border="0" /></a>amyharrisonphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15559263141997015868noreply@blogger.com0