tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19447641243689199962024-03-19T06:10:44.441-07:00Camarena CircusA little drama (okay, sometimes a lot!), warm fuzzy moments, and a whole lotta love. Welcome to our Tent!Suzanne Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09341980579577727379noreply@blogger.comBlogger282125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944764124368919996.post-29875082790810521692014-10-01T00:52:00.001-07:002014-10-01T00:52:14.730-07:00Samuel is Eight!! <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sam started 2nd grade this year. <br />He was really excited. (Really!)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He and Makenna are great friends. <br />This past year is the one I have dreaded since Samuel could say "Baby Mak." <br /> he dropped the "baby" and he now calls her simply "Makenna."</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He does the "eye roll" with pride.<br /> Of all the things Aunt Deb could teach him, <br />THIS is what he got!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He loves Deb's glasses too. <br /> I am amazed he could walk straight while he had them on!<br />He is totally channeling his Uncle Ron in this picture. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Samuel is still my little hug muffin, but I know to enjoy that while it lasts.<br /> He is fast becoming involved with lots of friends at home and school.<br /> I affectionately refer to them as his "posse". <br />Important things to note for this year:<br />Sam has been known to climb in the recliner next to Grandma and squeeze in for a snuggle.<br />He loves going places with Aunt Deb and loves her a bunch.<br />He loves Georgie the cat too much at times, much to Georgie's chagrin!<br />He loves moochies from his mom and loves his snuggle time.<br />He is very proud of his Mexican-American heritage and has a natural ear for the Spanish language. <br /> He loves his darkly tanned skin because it is unique from his siblings and like his dad.<br />He enjoys annoying his big brothers, while secretly looking up to them.<br />He misses his big sisters and their families.<br />He earns straight A's and loves to read. He has beautiful handwriting.<br />He has a beautiful voice for singing.<br />He has a strong belief and love for his Heavenly Father and Jesus<br /> and is diligent about saying his prayers.<br />I am so blessed to have him for my son and grateful he chose me to be his mom.<br />Happy Birthday, my son! </td></tr>
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<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.momblognetwork.com/blog/camarena-circus"><img src="http://www.momblognetwork.com/badges/100x20-vote-blog.png" alt="Vote for my blog Camarena Circus on Mom Blog Network" border="0" width="100" height="20" /></a></div>Suzanne Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09341980579577727379noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944764124368919996.post-83121065874729888222014-09-22T01:36:00.000-07:002014-09-22T01:36:29.447-07:00Eleven? When did that happen?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Andrew is 11! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of my favorite pictures of Andrew and his brother, Adam. He was about 2, I believe.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Andrew is very close to his Grandma Delores Parker. <br />
He loves and cares for her so much.<br />
He seems to have a gift of helping her keep touch with reality.<br />
As he has gotten older and her dementia has progressed, <br />
he just seems to feel for her even more.<br />
I am so glad they have the relationship they do!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Andrew went to San Diego with Aunt Deb Parker in July. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is a throwback to June of 2012 when Wendy came to visit with her children. <br />
Andrew adores James! I love this picture of these two! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Three years ago when Andrew was baptized! Seems like yesterday. </td></tr>
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Well, Andrew, there is not a day that goes by that we don't thank God for you. We are so blessed to have you in our family. Happy 11th birthday!! We love you! <div style="text-align: left;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Andrew and I took a drive on Highway 95 heading northeast out of Yuma towards Yuma Proving Ground this afternoon. While I was hoping to find the wild burros, what we found wasn't too bad! It was a beautiful evening and so nice to hang out with Andrew, even though he had his nose in a book most of the time!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now this is what caught the boy's attention! He actually started talking and he let me take some pictures of him! If you look really close, Andrew is saluting his buddy, Rob Bailey. I was telling him when my sister and I met the Bailey family years ago, they lived at YPG. He thought it was awesome. So, Brother Bailey, consider yourself saluted! :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is one of my favorite views in Yuma. The Bridge to Nowhere. Me and Adam went here for a picnic date a long time ago when we were dating. I scared Andrew because he thought I was going to drive too close to it. I kind of forgot I was driving a minivan when I pulled all the way up there. Backing up kind of freaked me out, so that evened the score a bit,</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All I asked for was a look of amazement that yes it does rain in the desert! I told him he looks like it smells bad! Love this boy!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My almost 11 year old (9/22 is the big day!) sitting outside the entrance of YPG property. He only has a couple of inches to go and he will be as tall as his old mom.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As we were headed home, we turned onto 9E from Highway 95. The sun was setting and you could see the big old fireball between the line of clouds and the horizon. The picture just doesn't do it justice. There are days it feels like we live in Hell down here, especially when I am pining for a drive in the cool mountains of Utah while Fall colors creep stealthily over the mountain ridges, signaling the coming hunting seasons, snow, and the holidays. </td></tr>
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<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.momblognetwork.com/blog/camarena-circus"><img src="http://www.momblognetwork.com/badges/100x20-vote-blog.png" alt="Vote for my blog Camarena Circus on Mom Blog Network" border="0" width="100" height="20" /></a></div>Suzanne Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09341980579577727379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944764124368919996.post-2664011753550911522014-08-01T01:07:00.000-07:002014-08-01T01:07:43.995-07:00Knock, Knock!It has been awhile since I approached this blog of mine! I had convinced myself it was a waste of time and served no valuable purpose. Then, I found myself going through old posts recently, finding memories lost, reminding myself of bits of happiness scattered through my life. So, I have decided to continue to document the mundane goings on of my family. <br />
Andrew, Samuel, and Makenna have been in Utah for a week with Deb to visit with family and friends. It has been difficult to be home while they are seeing everyone, but really good for Deb and the kids. Adam is staying with Grandma and I check in daily to make sure they are both okay! He has been doing a great job looking after her. So me and Big Adam get to hang out and get a taste of an empty nest. One word describes it: WEIRD! But fun for sure. <br />
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School starts for the kids in the next couple of weeks. Adam is 16 and a Senior! Andrew is 10 and in 5th grade. Samuel, 7 and in 2nd grade. My Baby Mak is 6 and in 1st grade. It amazes me how much they have grown. <br />
A major happening in our family was on December 28, 2013. Adam was baptized a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. It was 16 years coming and an amazing day. Michael Moffatt, Judy's husband, came from Utah to baptize him. Robert Hart, my bishop who performed our wedding ceremony 16 years ago, confirmed him a member of the Church. Wendy came out to be with us from Lilburn, GA, where she is living with her family. We had her for a whole week. <br />
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<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.momblognetwork.com/blog/camarena-circus"><img src="http://www.momblognetwork.com/badges/100x20-vote-blog.png" alt="Vote for my blog Camarena Circus on Mom Blog Network" border="0" width="100" height="20" /></a></div>Suzanne Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09341980579577727379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944764124368919996.post-1197213526584773172012-05-27T23:59:00.000-07:002012-05-27T23:59:16.616-07:00Caught Air?<div style="text-align: center;">
Many years ago in an attempt to quit missing the canyon drives in Utah, </div>
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When the nieces came to visit, we would ride out there, </div>
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put some speed on the old Honda Accord and laugh our heads off! </div>
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Reminiscing with my kids today, </div>
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I told them of one instance when we had Karma Knight,</div>
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Megan Austin, and Cassidi (our niece) in the car. </div>
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We hit the hills fast enough that as we crested one, </div>
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all three girls bumped their heads on the roof of the car as we caught air!</div>
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We were all exhilarated! </div>
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Belly laughs ensued and we were a very happy bunch!</div>
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This morning, I decided to pack the kids in the van, grab Grandma, and head for them thar hills.</div>
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Mom woke up this morning thinking she was in Utah. </div>
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Once I got her out of the house, she realized she wasn't. </div>
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As we approached the turn off for Martinez Lake Road, the kids were doing pretty good. </div>
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Mom was a little antsy. Makenna was the first to notice the coming rise in the road. </div>
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After we went over the first rise, the road had eveyone's attention! </div>
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Within moments, we were laughing hysterically at the ride. </div>
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We didn't catch air with the vehicle (funny how parenthood changes one's perspective!), </div>
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but we caught air with our spirits. </div>
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I scored today! </div>
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Not only were my kids laughing, but Grandma was too! </div>
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The moment is frozen in time for me. </div>
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It was almost a slow-motion moment as I caught Mom glancing back at her grandchildren, </div>
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completely carefree and unshadowed, </div>
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laughing with complete abandon. </div>
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This is where the drive paused:</div>
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We drove some of the backroads and crossed back over the hilly road to go to Senator's Wash. </div>
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We stopped to look at the tanks and talk about the men and women who fought in them. </div>
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This was our favorite:</div>
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As we drove back into Yuma, we passed the Marine Corps Air Station.</div>
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"What is that?" She motioned to the jets and helicopter at the entrance of MCAS.</div>
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My heart sank a bit as I explained. </div>
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She surprised me by commenting, </div>
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"You know, no one can stop all of this," as she motioned to herself. "It's going to happen. It just is."</div>
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I saw this area outside of the Senator's Wash area. </div>
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Reminded me of "hope" and to wish for lots of good days. </div>
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Today was a good day.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.momblognetwork.com/blog/camarena-circus"><img src="http://www.momblognetwork.com/badges/100x20-vote-blog.png" alt="Vote for my blog Camarena Circus on Mom Blog Network" border="0" width="100" height="20" /></a></div>Suzanne Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09341980579577727379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944764124368919996.post-84741154859372051472012-05-27T00:32:00.001-07:002014-07-29T11:23:28.275-07:00Life Goes On...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My little Hammy Sammy graduated from Preschool!</div>
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He did great on the readiness assessment for Kindergarten, even pretending he couldn't read. </div>
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Big Booger!</div>
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Can't wait to see how he does next year...</div>
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My heart is very full this evening. </div>
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This woman is the reason! </div>
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I usually call her Ma, Gramella, Grandma, Delores (when she ignores me!)...you get the idea! <br />
Mom was diagnosed with dementia about a year ago. </div>
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It has been very difficult for me to wrap my brain around that.</div>
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She has always been the constant in my life. My champion. Friend.</div>
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I am glad she lives with my sister. </div>
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Nice, safe home.</div>
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She has had little memory lapses.</div>
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Tells the same story over and over, I have been guilty of filling in parts when the telling is lagging.</div>
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Her leg bothers her, hurts her. </div>
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She walks with a cane. </div>
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She loses the cane and her purse numerous times during any given day. </div>
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I have taken to sending my boys over to spend the night when Deb works. </div>
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The practice began when she told me of difficulty remembering where she was </div>
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when she would wake in the middle of the night. </div>
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Nothing was familiar. </div>
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So she would sit in her chair and try to remember...</div>
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until dawn broke over the desert mountains...</div>
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then she would come back to herself.</div>
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Having her grandsons there seem to tether her to Earth.</div>
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We have had a few experiences taking her to Walmart and losing her.</div>
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Now, we try to take one of the boys along to walk with her. </div>
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Her anxiety level is high. </div>
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She panics almost without warning.</div>
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These events have been mostly manageable until recently.</div>
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She and I went to her favorite grocery store for some shopping last week. </div>
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We ran into a family friend and chatted for a few minutes.</div>
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After we parted ways, Mom leaned over her shopping cart and asked, "Who was that?"</div>
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My heart began to crack, just a little.</div>
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As we concluded the trip, I called her cell phone to see where she had gotten off to.</div>
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I heard the phone ring, located her, and watched her stare at it as she tried to figure out what to do with it.</div>
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She looked up, her gaze locking with mine, smiled sheepishly at me and started checking out. </div>
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The cashier sweetly instructed her on sliding her card through the reader. As the young lady asked her to enter her PIN, Mom looked at me uncertainly and said she didn't know what that was. </div>
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I entered it for her quickly so I could get her into a more controlled situation. </div>
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My heart was tight in my chest as we walked to the van.</div>
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I drove while she told me how silly and dumb she felt for not remembering the easy things. </div>
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I countered with the opposite and told her not to talk about my mom in that manner. </div>
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I got her home shortly after Deb had left for work. </div>
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I ran inside to open the garage and came back outside to find Mom looking at the van like she couldn't figure out what to do with it. </div>
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When we got her things inside, I said "Mom, would you like Adam to come over to spend the night tonight?"</div>
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She looked at me with the clearest focus and replied, "I think that's a good idea." </div>
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I cried the entire way home. </div>
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Then, I had my husband drive Adam over just so I could cuddle with my little ones for my own comfort.</div>
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Today, we went over to Deb's for dinner before Deb went to work. </div>
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The kids headed outside immediately to play in the water.</div>
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Deb commented Mom was having a "hard time".</div>
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Mom started the visit by asking which door she should take Frannie out of so the dog could potty.</div>
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She couldn't remember where her bathroom was.</div>
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She figured the bedroom with her pictures hanging up was hers. </div>
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The children and even my husband thought she was joking around.</div>
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But when she looked blankly at Adam when he said, "Della! You are so funny!" </div>
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He realized what was happening.</div>
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Andrew approached me when I was in Mom's room by myself.</div>
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"Mom, what's wrong with Grandma? I don't like it when she pretends like this."</div>
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"Andrew, she's not pretending. She has an illness. </div>
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We need to love her and do our best to help her remember." </div>
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He nodded thoughtfully.</div>
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I watched my own boy walk into his grandmother, sit down and </div>
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very carefully fold himself into a tight snuggle with her. </div>
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They were both so content!</div>
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It was difficult to leave her tonight. </div>
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I asked Adam and Andrew to stay.</div>
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With strict instructions to call if they needed anything.</div>
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I cry as I write. </div>
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I write to deal with what is happening.</div>
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Each of my family will handle this differently.</div>
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I feel comfortable posting these events because Mom doesn't get on the computer much anymore. </div>
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I will sit with her and look at pictures that are posted by family and friends.</div>
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So she will still feel connected.</div>
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I feel such a huge responsibilty towards her.</div>
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Not unhealthy, I think.</div>
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One of appreciation.</div>
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I want to soak up all she tells me!</div>
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I want to continue to share her stories with my children...</div>
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and their children.</div>
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My heart is breaking.</div>
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I picture this journey for Mom.</div>
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Dark, scary.</div>
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With little pin-points of light.</div>
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Wanting to be there for her.</div>
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To lighten her load and her way.</div>
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Do I get impatient with her?</div>
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Yes.</div>
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I do my best to rein it in.</div>
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Hopefully, tomorrow will bring clarity to her. </div>
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She needs a "good" day.</div>
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She deserves it!</div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.momblognetwork.com/blog/camarena-circus"><img src="http://www.momblognetwork.com/badges/100x20-vote-blog.png" alt="Vote for my blog Camarena Circus on Mom Blog Network" border="0" width="100" height="20" /></a></div>Suzanne Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09341980579577727379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944764124368919996.post-76514875058716222502012-04-21T21:40:00.000-07:002012-04-21T21:40:26.989-07:00Rite of Passage?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sam </div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">(from our visit last weekend to a horse farm out in North Yuma.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"> It was awesome! </span></div>
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This evening after I picked Sam up from Debbie's house, he was pretty spunky and sassy. When we walked in the house he immediately started teasing his oldest brother, who was sick all day. The situatuation escalated with Adam popping Sam upside the head because he locked him out of the bathroom. (he was <em>racing</em> to the potty). I told Sam that Adam should have hit him, but he had just pushed to far. <br />
I sent Sam to bed as it was time for that anyway. As Sam walked by the bathroom, he suddenly let loose with his fists against the door and screamed, "You son of a .....!" <br />
I was off my seat instantly! Samuel hid in his closet instantly as well! I made him get out, made him take my hand, we walked to my bathroom where I called out to his dad to bring Sam a glass of water. <br />
I have been threatening to wash his mouth out with soap for awhile. He knew it was coming. His hair was instantly plastered to his heat with sweat. He started throwing his fists, so I had Dad hold his hands. He clamped his jaws shut, so I plugged his nose. He opened his mouth just enough where I could drop one tiny drop of lavender chamomile hand soap on his tongue. <br />
He looked at me, determined NOT to freak out. The saliva began to run out of the corners of his mouth. His face flushed even more. I asked, "Are you ready to spit?" He slowly nodded his head. <br />
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As he spit the soap out and then rinsed his mouth numerous times with the water, I explained his language was not acceptable. That if he continued, at age 5, to say these things, a good mouth-washing was what he could expect. He was then required to apologize to his 13 year old brother and give him a hug, while the oldest had to accept the hug and apologize for popping Sam on the head. <br />
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While telling my mom about this milestone of sorts (I remember telling her to "go to hell" when I was about 5), she chuckled, enjoying the drama. Until I told her I was jumping back on the wagon and breaking out the quarter jar to bring my own potty mouth back under control! I went for a LONG period of time and didn't cuss at all. I know I can do it again...but I'm bringing my mom with me this time too! <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.momblognetwork.com/blog/camarena-circus"><img src="http://www.momblognetwork.com/badges/100x20-vote-blog.png" alt="Vote for my blog Camarena Circus on Mom Blog Network" border="0" width="100" height="20" /></a></div>Suzanne Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09341980579577727379noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944764124368919996.post-79960424930221751382012-02-08T21:11:00.000-08:002012-02-08T21:11:23.527-08:00A Special Moment in Time.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrIV7Lrn0UhB0LmBHDWeF5skAzY9VYLhKS2jcyZEUGci_fE2UGgaL1N6sA7V5GFWmLLwcmQS4ZWPitkzBtYDvyBYypipEBrp15DVE1qk3LtM48t2OwO2_yqvD3anSqNuDFRRjy-aWsI4gP/s1600/andrew+sick+2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrIV7Lrn0UhB0LmBHDWeF5skAzY9VYLhKS2jcyZEUGci_fE2UGgaL1N6sA7V5GFWmLLwcmQS4ZWPitkzBtYDvyBYypipEBrp15DVE1qk3LtM48t2OwO2_yqvD3anSqNuDFRRjy-aWsI4gP/s1600/andrew+sick+2012.jpg" /></a>Andrew Paul Forest has not been feeling well. At all. I don't like it when my chickies are ill.!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This photo was from last week and I hoped and prayed he would be on his way to full recovery. He had an ear infection in his right ear and fever blisters covering both lips. He was miserable. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He started to recover with the use of the antibiotics prescribed so on Tuesday, I sent him to school. He came home saying his other ear hurt. I blew him off at first because he is still taking the antibiotic. By about 9 pm last night, he was laying in his bed whimpering. I gave him some Motrin and hoped for the best. About an hour later, he invaded my awesome king-sized bed, with tears evident in his voice and tension throughout his body. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I gave in and let him lay with me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He was balled up in the fetal position, whimpering. I had just decided to take him to Urgent Care when I thought to ask a golden question:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Andrew, would saying a prayer help you feel better?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A vague affirmative nod of his head and I hugged him close and prayed for him.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A prayer that he would be relieved of his pain so he could rest and recover. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As I closed the prayer with "...in the name if Jesus Christ, A...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">the rest of the sentence was punctuated with a gentle snore from my precious 8 year old boy. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">His body had entered into a deep, restful slumber in a matter of seconds.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Gratitude entered my heart.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For my son.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For the healing power of prayer.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For the strong faith of my little boy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And especially for my own faith and knowledge in a Heavenly Father who knows and loves me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I owe him everything.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.momblognetwork.com/blog/camarena-circus"><img src="http://www.momblognetwork.com/badges/100x20-vote-blog.png" alt="Vote for my blog Camarena Circus on Mom Blog Network" border="0" width="100" height="20" /></a></div>Suzanne Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09341980579577727379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944764124368919996.post-67867133581846874662012-01-21T13:35:00.000-08:002012-01-21T13:35:56.902-08:00My Baby is 4!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggGOt8ayxbyZH8mrzqfIgw4Q7cIgOLWV_ZbH287oqgJsm9Ce1XnYQUzeFixYe4MGwdQzUfxWbhdWF1ThSyyk5db25FriRFK_N-4o65acwCYUKNwBXdRhxm9jR1krA2Ya8wEBQonl6Pp3SZ/s1600/175793_2208491567219_1095352310_32542352_7054928_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggGOt8ayxbyZH8mrzqfIgw4Q7cIgOLWV_ZbH287oqgJsm9Ce1XnYQUzeFixYe4MGwdQzUfxWbhdWF1ThSyyk5db25FriRFK_N-4o65acwCYUKNwBXdRhxm9jR1krA2Ya8wEBQonl6Pp3SZ/s320/175793_2208491567219_1095352310_32542352_7054928_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I can't believe my Makenna is 4! </div><div style="text-align: center;">I decided to add some if my favorite pictures of her to my blog, </div><div style="text-align: center;">since I haven't been very consistent this year with my blogging. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZYn-0zAd1At8oD-jW6S4d20mbaHzcbQ1mXlKZZg0tt9jI4_tM1_d-GcuheQmAYB1L43CXHBYUgNVUa2P2C5wQD794fiplqoiP77D43evO8u8DDHateauwVjcLZj4Tal4faeebyIlwsm2h/s1600/210879_2447183934379_1095352310_32778879_694878021_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZYn-0zAd1At8oD-jW6S4d20mbaHzcbQ1mXlKZZg0tt9jI4_tM1_d-GcuheQmAYB1L43CXHBYUgNVUa2P2C5wQD794fiplqoiP77D43evO8u8DDHateauwVjcLZj4Tal4faeebyIlwsm2h/s320/210879_2447183934379_1095352310_32778879_694878021_o.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Halloween 2011 as Dorothy. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Has sparked an obsession with all Tom and Jerry's version of the Wizard of Oz. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't want to count how many times we have watched it!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHnB0pHIJcGpZDmVSgLe9iMYpgWY7T4GkqKaGSF4LnnwUG-omPvEjm2xn1TPCJSfvXeg7QsbgHVFYQAsjrjZ5P6IQQG6XEAOtoKcZfX3W2IEuw2ZcGPWm73F0LAKPBU4YbjfSQHJ_w1dEI/s1600/265284_2142351953770_1095352310_32453070_8209520_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHnB0pHIJcGpZDmVSgLe9iMYpgWY7T4GkqKaGSF4LnnwUG-omPvEjm2xn1TPCJSfvXeg7QsbgHVFYQAsjrjZ5P6IQQG6XEAOtoKcZfX3W2IEuw2ZcGPWm73F0LAKPBU4YbjfSQHJ_w1dEI/s320/265284_2142351953770_1095352310_32453070_8209520_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Wearing Grandma's glasses.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Possibly my favorite picture of Makenna this year.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGtU1mwwNmHMcqfCQNATePhf7R3fQqpjlfbPKi3PCWcHAXIKsKjAMtVkqIP8N4jwjjDY2ucRK9qUMdwevdTWT75wpBPQokS-bxslzotjBLQQgoPIJ_JeYUbfejUaHOm5tngXBTSJ5Iu6Hh/s1600/322204_2586170848965_1095352310_32866244_39507751_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGtU1mwwNmHMcqfCQNATePhf7R3fQqpjlfbPKi3PCWcHAXIKsKjAMtVkqIP8N4jwjjDY2ucRK9qUMdwevdTWT75wpBPQokS-bxslzotjBLQQgoPIJ_JeYUbfejUaHOm5tngXBTSJ5Iu6Hh/s320/322204_2586170848965_1095352310_32866244_39507751_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Until I see this one! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipNQkzMNoibZuVKS-9lBlohAPKCD-j25_M8J2ZYsUvBvA7DDvgEbV3mDytRRSJzwHwN52HHQxX1Zm0peOaBmINHhssLYEvuJQ_U7A4pOro1IfQ3yj2_HkbR2Eyawhl4E_shQyvL5od49Tw/s1600/323137_2412206099955_1095352310_32750992_933655152_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipNQkzMNoibZuVKS-9lBlohAPKCD-j25_M8J2ZYsUvBvA7DDvgEbV3mDytRRSJzwHwN52HHQxX1Zm0peOaBmINHhssLYEvuJQ_U7A4pOro1IfQ3yj2_HkbR2Eyawhl4E_shQyvL5od49Tw/s320/323137_2412206099955_1095352310_32750992_933655152_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Or this one!</div><div style="text-align: center;">With the early morning sunlight filtering onto her through the bush behind her.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> This was a great morning!</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDC44PP2o9I9miWQyXiBX-dzWszPOVThrxQkwdgfARbrIzVSclGNkYvLNUtxJBOn9qlisPHIV9xOw0eTOkksB_mGodBW4CiXZCXhDpWDTwQm_DJkX4eHi-fYFXVeP35kphuZLataaP8wF-/s1600/340894_2296100237381_1095352310_32654616_673168868_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDC44PP2o9I9miWQyXiBX-dzWszPOVThrxQkwdgfARbrIzVSclGNkYvLNUtxJBOn9qlisPHIV9xOw0eTOkksB_mGodBW4CiXZCXhDpWDTwQm_DJkX4eHi-fYFXVeP35kphuZLataaP8wF-/s320/340894_2296100237381_1095352310_32654616_673168868_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Makenna playin' in the rain with her brothers!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyHw-hsHzaPViv0j00n_igJ2DxFehemSiAZzGbrS7XvHuDPSKKsJE8l-VGilHapGGkGPvdpPcqP1LjYg65H-of_zeGs1JDc6RWHrD5LnJcNiSurZm_kGL2genvJvtOXIz76mP12kMo2ZvK/s1600/makhela2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyHw-hsHzaPViv0j00n_igJ2DxFehemSiAZzGbrS7XvHuDPSKKsJE8l-VGilHapGGkGPvdpPcqP1LjYg65H-of_zeGs1JDc6RWHrD5LnJcNiSurZm_kGL2genvJvtOXIz76mP12kMo2ZvK/s320/makhela2012.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I took this one this morning.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Right before she was "officially" 4. (9:00 am!) </div><div style="text-align: center;">With one of her favorite toys. </div><div style="text-align: center;">And feline brother, Helaman. He was tolerating her!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXfO50rR3IjgrafJaNx9NRjWKgODYH38CydvPRkygDS8sIdbMr-kAuaXih9WH3HAJ74Mcw_hNTyqSMRb1kvL7tfG5DVw4WENgJxdeheqpVND0dzceFrKGwprqsTu3KR9woc_zyamsj1CCh/s1600/makscake12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXfO50rR3IjgrafJaNx9NRjWKgODYH38CydvPRkygDS8sIdbMr-kAuaXih9WH3HAJ74Mcw_hNTyqSMRb1kvL7tfG5DVw4WENgJxdeheqpVND0dzceFrKGwprqsTu3KR9woc_zyamsj1CCh/s320/makscake12.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">TADA! The birthday cake!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Some memories of Makenna this year?</div><div style="text-align: center;">She and Sam started preschool this year. </div><div style="text-align: center;">And riding the bus.</div><div style="text-align: center;">They both love it, but not the early mornings.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Makenna is very driven.</div><div style="text-align: center;">She doesn't wait for anyone to do anything for her.</div><div style="text-align: center;">If she wants it, she will happily do it for herself. </div><div style="text-align: center;">This includes climbing on kitchen counters, shelving.</div><div style="text-align: center;">She is fearless.</div><div style="text-align: center;">This, of course, scares the heck out of her mother!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Makenna loves to play dress up and will go through </div><div style="text-align: center;">numerous amounts of clothing changes through the day.</div><div style="text-align: center;">She is profoundly left handed,</div><div style="text-align: center;">so she gets a little annoyed while trying to play Angry Birds </div><div style="text-align: center;">on my cell phone. </div><div style="text-align: center;">She is finally figuring it out, though.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Makenna loved seeing the movie, Tangled. </div><div style="text-align: center;">She loves the idea of "magic, healing hair".</div><div style="text-align: center;">She adores her brothers and is very close to Samuel.</div><div style="text-align: center;">However, she tends to go to Andrew for hugs and for protection from Sam</div><div style="text-align: center;">when they are fighting!</div><div style="text-align: center;">She calls Adam "T" and has forever.</div><div style="text-align: center;">She loves to play with him and get him in trouble!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Makenna gets super excited and gets LOUD.</div><div style="text-align: center;">And shrill.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Drives Aunt Debbie nuts!</div><div style="text-align: center;">She still sucks her thumb and will just head to bed when she is tired.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We are very blessed to have her in our family!</div><div style="text-align: center;">We love our Baby Mak!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.momblognetwork.com/blog/camarena-circus"><img src="http://www.momblognetwork.com/badges/100x20-vote-blog.png" alt="Vote for my blog Camarena Circus on Mom Blog Network" border="0" width="100" height="20" /></a></div>Suzanne Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09341980579577727379noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944764124368919996.post-84392437246814003102011-10-01T00:00:00.000-07:002011-10-01T00:00:03.500-07:00Happy Birthday You 5 Year Old You!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bTELRsMEcLs/ToakPT5gSPI/AAAAAAAACaw/x7ljGyn4E_k/s1600/2011-09-30+15.27.44.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bTELRsMEcLs/ToakPT5gSPI/AAAAAAAACaw/x7ljGyn4E_k/s320/2011-09-30+15.27.44.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">S sweet</div><div style="text-align: left;">A amiable</div><div style="text-align: left;">M masculine</div><div style="text-align: left;">U unique</div><div style="text-align: left;">E eloquent (especially when he cusses ;)</div><div style="text-align: left;">L loving</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">My baby boy is 5.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I love his snuggles. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I love his heart. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I even love his temper. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I love that he still loves me even when I take him to the </div><div style="text-align: center;">dentist the day before his birthday. </div><div style="text-align: center;">You are da bomb, my little Simba Sam! </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.momblognetwork.com/blog/camarena-circus"><img src="http://www.momblognetwork.com/badges/100x20-vote-blog.png" alt="Vote for my blog Camarena Circus on Mom Blog Network" border="0" width="100" height="20" /></a></div>Suzanne Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09341980579577727379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944764124368919996.post-81633316775183193862011-09-24T23:11:00.000-07:002011-09-24T23:11:36.710-07:00Andrew is Official!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rPaeQldG9YI/Tn6pk5yaqII/AAAAAAAACZg/VZjDG2cJ7l8/s1600/2011-09-24+13.43.53.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rPaeQldG9YI/Tn6pk5yaqII/AAAAAAAACZg/VZjDG2cJ7l8/s320/2011-09-24+13.43.53.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Andrew was <a href="http://lds.org/study/topics/baptism?lang=eng&query=baptism">baptized</a> today and is the newest member</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> of our ward (covers our geographical area)</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vfg3OF3Tf2I/Tn6hbT7j0vI/AAAAAAAACZU/gkfATWjTuzU/s1600/2011-09-24+14.00.55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vfg3OF3Tf2I/Tn6hbT7j0vI/AAAAAAAACZU/gkfATWjTuzU/s320/2011-09-24+14.00.55.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Andrew was baptized and <a href="http://lds.org/study/topics/holy-ghost?lang=eng">confirmed</a> by Brother Thor Thorson. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was truly a spiritual experience. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Andrew was so excited to make this commitment to</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">his Heavenly Father.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-exc6n2fizYw/Tn6h6olOaPI/AAAAAAAACZY/7SdoVuXHX0A/s1600/2011-09-24+13.57.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-exc6n2fizYw/Tn6h6olOaPI/AAAAAAAACZY/7SdoVuXHX0A/s320/2011-09-24+13.57.11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Friends from the area that came to support Andrew today!</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WJakshwQxao/Tn6irtWZV2I/AAAAAAAACZc/LoR67f5iqCQ/s1600/2011-09-24+13.50.52.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WJakshwQxao/Tn6irtWZV2I/AAAAAAAACZc/LoR67f5iqCQ/s320/2011-09-24+13.50.52.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Aunt Debbie, Samuel, and Grandma waiting for the </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">meeting to begin.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Grandma gave the closing prayer.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YdvKRXxzFQM/Tn6qIIvVHyI/AAAAAAAACZk/kZIgV9QprVE/s1600/2011-09-24+13.50.33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YdvKRXxzFQM/Tn6qIIvVHyI/AAAAAAAACZk/kZIgV9QprVE/s320/2011-09-24+13.50.33.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My handsome boys!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Adam gave a wonderful talk on Baptism. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Andrew was especially grateful to hear his</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">big bother bear his testimony of the truthfulness</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">of the Restored Gospel.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rjbduBBZHtI/Tn6fPwamNqI/AAAAAAAACZM/_mSiTmALtI8/s1600/2011-09-24+14.53.18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rjbduBBZHtI/Tn6fPwamNqI/AAAAAAAACZM/_mSiTmALtI8/s320/2011-09-24+14.53.18.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The day would NOT have been complete without</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Aunt Debbie's brownies!</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PZnucAfJEIw/Tn6ekl48X0I/AAAAAAAACZI/WJdciZ0Ztno/s1600/2011-09-24+15.08.14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PZnucAfJEIw/Tn6ekl48X0I/AAAAAAAACZI/WJdciZ0Ztno/s320/2011-09-24+15.08.14.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Just before leaving the church this afternoon, I knew</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I had to get a picture of my mom with her grandchildren.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They love her so much!</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x7I7tTAQkMA/Tn6dVoBPuvI/AAAAAAAACZA/7o4XLrCSxyY/s1600/2011-09-24+15.35.32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x7I7tTAQkMA/Tn6dVoBPuvI/AAAAAAAACZA/7o4XLrCSxyY/s320/2011-09-24+15.35.32.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Andrew was very surprised to receive his very own set of </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">LDS scriptures from the Thorson family. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It includes <a href="http://lds.org/study/topics/pearl-of-great-price?lang=eng&query=Pearl+Great+Price">The Pearl of Great Price</a> , <a href="http://lds.org/study/topics/book-of-mormon?lang=eng&query=Book+Mormon">The Book Of Mormon</a> ,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Old Testament and the The New Testament.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As soon as he got home, he used them to prepare his talk for <a href="http://lds.org/handbook/handbook-2-administering-the-church/primary?lang=eng&query=Primary">Primary</a> tomorrow! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Before bed, he insisted on reading in them. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am so proud of Andrew! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And very grateful that his dad was there</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">to assist him in the restroom </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">when he needed to get changed. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I must tell one funny about the day. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Andrew and I were driving to his friends home </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">this afternoon so he could hang out for awhile.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We stopped to get a slushy on the way as we discussed</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">the happenings of the day. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He went to take a drink and jammed the straw into his lip.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I told him it really hurts if you accidentally get your nose!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He said, "If you drank it through your nose, you would get a brain freeze super-fast! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Can you imagine if you sneezed icicles??"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I said, "Oh, Andrew! They would be "snot-cicles"!" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He began to laugh and then he said,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Mom, I don't think that is appropriate conversation for someone that is just baptized."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Have I mentioned how much I love this boy? :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.momblognetwork.com/blog/camarena-circus"><img src="http://www.momblognetwork.com/badges/100x20-vote-blog.png" alt="Vote for my blog Camarena Circus on Mom Blog Network" border="0" width="100" height="20" /></a></div>Suzanne Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09341980579577727379noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944764124368919996.post-80112289758572812622011-09-22T00:01:00.000-07:002011-09-22T00:01:47.700-07:00Andrew is 8!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"learning to dance in the rain"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEighGDr3qCDDvWPmGfy-m0KihvT-r4gU0beE6lUSbSdWbuqKkSW7TSkPHWortHrjtd0H1dcDn33zR0qUH64W-AFTEx3V4bcwDICp3OaVkuLuNaP5Pbgv4DAXgWtBM0oB95FfDjIbq1AIKic/s1600/286531_2295774869247_1095352310_32654396_40615533_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEighGDr3qCDDvWPmGfy-m0KihvT-r4gU0beE6lUSbSdWbuqKkSW7TSkPHWortHrjtd0H1dcDn33zR0qUH64W-AFTEx3V4bcwDICp3OaVkuLuNaP5Pbgv4DAXgWtBM0oB95FfDjIbq1AIKic/s320/286531_2295774869247_1095352310_32654396_40615533_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Andrew, Samuel, and Makenna</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A week or so ago, we had an awesome rain storm. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They are always worth a comment or two because</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> we just don't get to see them very often </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">in this grand desert of ours.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I playfully suggested to my husband that we should</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> take the kids out to play in the water.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> He shot that down fairly quicky! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">TOO MESSY.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I posted that on Facebook to which </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">my niece responded like this:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Life is all about the experiences we remember... You of all people know that.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Go now!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Obviously, I took them and played. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Their dad even joined us for a bit!</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy7X3tMjDlwj_N-Fw_IWHFqaB3S2h3UysV1841GxHyfGIcB8N4zGnO3EmIwun2SSXmAz74QZ6by7OYe80eFb4oCW-MTY4Loepju8DQFpR-KDYWKseZBewxygEBVYKbRNJxhZQGQbmWfSuX/s1600/340894_2296100237381_1095352310_32654616_673168868_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy7X3tMjDlwj_N-Fw_IWHFqaB3S2h3UysV1841GxHyfGIcB8N4zGnO3EmIwun2SSXmAz74QZ6by7OYe80eFb4oCW-MTY4Loepju8DQFpR-KDYWKseZBewxygEBVYKbRNJxhZQGQbmWfSuX/s320/340894_2296100237381_1095352310_32654616_673168868_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As we walked back to the house, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Andrew was holding my hand. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I asked him if he had fun.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> He looked up at me and said,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> "Mom, I will remember this day forever!" </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcYQOSecoxMv4jEgQH0UtbNe2dYSWV_rF0F-NMIVhlET-QGMJ2r8Qi20GfyDjFa-Ki1lE5fL5Zuj8ZTZZhySQsUkUMQ_Y3EviC4c88zx4X1INndh6GZDfwBavdIpYo-np5eO8zxyFqmD5I/s1600/341182_2296100517388_1095352310_32654617_439278121_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcYQOSecoxMv4jEgQH0UtbNe2dYSWV_rF0F-NMIVhlET-QGMJ2r8Qi20GfyDjFa-Ki1lE5fL5Zuj8ZTZZhySQsUkUMQ_Y3EviC4c88zx4X1INndh6GZDfwBavdIpYo-np5eO8zxyFqmD5I/s320/341182_2296100517388_1095352310_32654617_439278121_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So, to this very special "sweetest pea" of mine, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I say this:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> I love you. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You were so worth the wait</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> and</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> I hope you have an awesome birthday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> And I hope I can give you</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> many more happy, memorable occassions in the future. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">HaPpY 8Th BiRtHdAy, Andrew Paul!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.momblognetwork.com/blog/camarena-circus"><img src="http://www.momblognetwork.com/badges/100x20-vote-blog.png" alt="Vote for my blog Camarena Circus on Mom Blog Network" border="0" width="100" height="20" /></a></div>Suzanne Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09341980579577727379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944764124368919996.post-73640241639257300042011-08-22T19:30:00.000-07:002011-08-22T19:30:05.014-07:00Samuel's School Saga Starts!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihfzrStj1HVtTB7aytxjOgxAY4StwKSYDafREsfCzgnprWTupGFVV5E-v6Fs7jxMlR6vgGDhxp6xVqUNjoC6_3uT4w0XXE48I1iodqwmCxyCe6vP-KhkKWJ0tIY9xkPG6QyrJHAFbg_k1a/s1600/samprek7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihfzrStj1HVtTB7aytxjOgxAY4StwKSYDafREsfCzgnprWTupGFVV5E-v6Fs7jxMlR6vgGDhxp6xVqUNjoC6_3uT4w0XXE48I1iodqwmCxyCe6vP-KhkKWJ0tIY9xkPG6QyrJHAFbg_k1a/s320/samprek7.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This was the scene last night when Samuel passed out on the couch. </div><div style="text-align: center;">He kept asking all day when he was going to school. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Carried his backpack and new shoes around for 2 days. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Silently, it was killing me!</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I'd like to think I am a pro by now, but he is my baby boy, my snuggle-bug. </div><div style="text-align: center;">He asked me last night if I would stay with him at school. </div><div style="text-align: center;">He was worried about who would take care of him since I wouldn't be there. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I loved the sentiment! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5uUVbZ8z9DjOtH3j18w4yoxH4zczLD3ucI9eqeXTfBbO35thMAPE0u75-m2bjE4_rfh2GWZNc38fP6gV7QQEm2ljnij017P2a2ci0Zjr4FeALWGdbGD6qAzZnSl0YcVn66f4XUlDgDAwy/s1600/samprek6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5uUVbZ8z9DjOtH3j18w4yoxH4zczLD3ucI9eqeXTfBbO35thMAPE0u75-m2bjE4_rfh2GWZNc38fP6gV7QQEm2ljnij017P2a2ci0Zjr4FeALWGdbGD6qAzZnSl0YcVn66f4XUlDgDAwy/s320/samprek6.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This morning, I said,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Let's button up a button on your shirt."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He asked, "Why, Mommy?" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I said it just looked better. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He then said,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Do you think it will make all the girls fall in love with me?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then, " Because they will have to deal with it because I am in love with (Aunt) Debbie!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">OY!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's official! ATC graduated from middle school on May 26th.</td></tr>
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<div align="left">Adam turns 13 on July 24th. He begins high school a mere two weeks later! Absolutely blows my mind. He is often asked if he skipped a grade. At first he told everyone yes until I corrected him~ he actually completed 6th and 7th grade in one year. And he didn't just complete it, he completed it VERY well! </div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left">We were very blessed that we discovered Carpe Diem Collegiate High School and Middle School. It's now getting some regional and national recognition that is quite exciting. Adam came home after starting 6th grade at his elementary school a few days earlier lamenting that he was bored. He was literally in tears because he didn't know what to do. Miraculously, a friend of mine who also happens to be the school nurse at the elementary school talked to me about her moving her son over to CDA. She told me there was only one spot left after moving her son. With the encouragement of Adam's homeroom teacher, I moved him. </div><div align="left"><br />
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</div><div align="left">And he has never looked back!</div><div align="left"><br />
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</div><div align="left">So, in August, he begins not only his high school experience, but begins taking <a href="http://seminary.lds.org/">Seminary</a> as well. Seminary will begin at 6 in the morning near his school. I am so excited for him to experience all that it has to offer! </div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left">We are really proud of him and pray he continues to do well for himself and that above all else, that he is truly happy. He is an amazing young man! </div><div align="left"><br />
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</div><div align="left">Did I happen to mention he has a mustache?? Like enough of one that he may get to shave before school starts?? CRAZY!!</div><div align="left"></div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Makenna just minutes old. The anesthesiologist had to remind Adam to take pictures!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Makenna fresh from my tummy! <br />
She's the only one of the four I was able to see like this.<br />
It was a very sweet moment!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Getting more wiggly!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All cleaned up and people to visit while Mommy went to recovery!</td></tr>
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Makenna is pacing in the kitchen right now as she waits for me to frost her very PINK cake!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I guess I'd better get to it! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABY MAK! </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.momblognetwork.com/blog/camarena-circus"><img src="http://www.momblognetwork.com/badges/100x20-vote-blog.png" alt="Vote for my blog Camarena Circus on Mom Blog Network" border="0" width="100" height="20" /></a></div>Suzanne Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09341980579577727379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944764124368919996.post-22668940583633554512011-01-20T22:32:00.000-08:002011-01-20T22:32:29.517-08:00I Can't Believe...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It seems like only <a href="http://camarenacircus.blogspot.com/2008/01/makenna-emmalea-judy-camarena.html">yesterday</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.momblognetwork.com/blog/camarena-circus"><img src="http://www.momblognetwork.com/badges/100x20-vote-blog.png" alt="Vote for my blog Camarena Circus on Mom Blog Network" border="0" width="100" height="20" /></a></div>Suzanne Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09341980579577727379noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944764124368919996.post-57335253557124952002011-01-06T19:44:00.000-08:002011-01-06T19:44:30.973-08:00A Glimmer is the Beginning of a Spark...Today I found a glimmer of hope. I decided to share. For those of your closest to me, you know 2010 was one of the most difficult years in my life. I vowed to myself and my children to make this year better than last and to shed the insecurities I have developed over the past year. So, with that said, I'd like to introduce y'all to Samantha Lee. I have followed her blog for a couple of years now, shared some of her recipes that she has shared. Today's post really hit me with a ton of bricks. So without further ado, I will turn the time over to <a href="http://samanthaleelee.blogspot.com/2011/01/we-can-be-builders.html">Samantha</a>. Enjoy! <div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.momblognetwork.com/blog/camarena-circus"><img src="http://www.momblognetwork.com/badges/100x20-vote-blog.png" alt="Vote for my blog Camarena Circus on Mom Blog Network" border="0" width="100" height="20" /></a></div>Suzanne Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09341980579577727379noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944764124368919996.post-1345328895157447282011-01-03T00:37:00.000-08:002011-01-03T00:37:59.957-08:00Pretty Amazing Holidays! Thanks to our daughter, Wendy, and her family, I am back in business with my blog! They sent us a new camera for Christmas. Wendy was rather insistent we open it on Christmas Eve! We did and were so thrilled. Samuel especially, since he loves to steal the camera and snap all sorts of pictures...usually ones of me as I am scowling at him to give it back! I have some grand plans with some posts chronicling our holiday since we had some very special blessings this year. Until then, to reassure Wendy I have finally figured it out, I am posting some pictures from the New Year party at Tia Anni's home here in Yuma. Aunt Rose, Uncle Tony and Aunt Carmen came for the holiday from California. We love to visit with them! We love them very much!<br />
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</tbody></table>Little Adam (who is now taller than everyone in the family picture!) took most of the pictures with everyone. Adam and I took Samuel and Makenna over on Thursday night while the older two went to a movie with Aunt Deb. The next night, Adam took the two older boys over to visit while I stayed home with the little ones. Samuel was running a fever, so I didn't want to run the risk of getting anyone sick! <br />
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Hope everyone has a peaceful, love-filled 2011!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.momblognetwork.com/blog/camarena-circus"><img src="http://www.momblognetwork.com/badges/100x20-vote-blog.png" alt="Vote for my blog Camarena Circus on Mom Blog Network" border="0" width="100" height="20" /></a></div>Suzanne Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09341980579577727379noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944764124368919996.post-45693860293860716592010-09-30T23:05:00.000-07:002010-10-01T00:17:09.654-07:00My Miracle Boy Turns 4!<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">So 4 years ago on this night, I was in extreme pain...LABOR...with my Samuel. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I had gone to the hospital the night before for extreme discomfort and they sent me home. </div><div style="text-align: center;">My contractions were all over the place, so I wasn't really in labor (according to them!) </div><div style="text-align: center;">Even after I explained I wasn't<em> supposed</em> to be in labor. </div><div style="text-align: center;">We were scheduled for a c-section later the following week. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Earlier in the evening, since I had already been turned away once, </div><div style="text-align: center;">I took the boys to Deb's house so we would be closer to the hospital. </div><div style="text-align: center;">About 3:30 am on October 1st, I hobbled like an old, bow legged cowboy to use the facilities. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">I had started to bleed. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">NOT a good sign for a woman who's supposed to have her 3rd c-section. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">I woke Deb up and she quickly got ready to take me to the hospital.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">I guess they believed me this time, so they let me stay! </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">They were getting me ready when they told me the OB on call </div><div style="text-align: center;">was already doing an emergency c-section, so I had to wait. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh, goody! </div><div style="text-align: center;">It didn't seem like it was very long when they came to get me.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I remember the anesthesiologist poking me for the spinal block,</div><div style="text-align: center;"> not really paying much attention to me.</div><div style="text-align: center;">He kept poking me on my lower tummy and asking if I was numb yet. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I was, but also strangely <em>aware</em>. </div><div style="text-align: center;">With my other 2, I was numb from the chest down. </div><div style="text-align: center;">But I wasn't this time.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I told Deb and she said something to the anesthesiologist.</div><div style="text-align: center;">His response? "Oh, she's fine!"</div><div style="text-align: center;">The OB arrived (one of my favorite guys!) and started.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The first sign that things may go awry was when he said,</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Suzanne, anyone ever told you there's a lot of scar tissue?"</div><div style="text-align: center;">Meanwhile, with every push and pull as he was trying to deliver </div><div style="text-align: center;">my baby boy, I was getting sicker and sicker.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was feeling everything from my belly button up to my neck.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I told Deb I was going to throw up.</div><div style="text-align: center;">She told Dr Demento(the guy with the drugs :)</div><div style="text-align: center;">He threw her the emesis basin and said, "Here you go!"</div><div style="text-align: center;">I thought she was going to kill him!</div><div style="text-align: center;">After about 40 minutes, Sam was delivered. </div><div style="text-align: center;">He seemed to be fine. I was so happy to see him!</div><div style="text-align: center;">FINALLY!</div><div style="text-align: center;">After recovery, they took me back to my room where Grandma Delores </div><div style="text-align: center;">was there waiting. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I was strangely disconnected. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I remember trying to watch LDS General Conference on TV while trying to nurse Sam.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It wasn't working so well. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I handed the baby to my mom and slept for a bit. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Took him back and the nurse (TRUE angel) came to check on us.</div><div style="text-align: center;">She frowned a bit when she listened to him breathe.</div><div style="text-align: center;">She said, "You know, Suzanne, the NICU pediatrician is here. I'm going to have him take a look at Sam."</div><div style="text-align: center;">I groggily agreed. </div><div style="text-align: center;">About an hour or so later, she came in and said he was being checked into the NICU. </div><div style="text-align: center;">He was having problems breathing properly.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was instantly more awake. </div><div style="text-align: center;">The nurse was amazing! </div><div style="text-align: center;"> She made arrangements for a couple of dear family friends </div><div style="text-align: center;">to go into the NICU to give Sam a Priesthood Blessing. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I was moved upstairs to the Pediatrics area the following morning.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Just happens that my sister works up there. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I stayed as long as my insurance would allow, so I checked out on Wednesday.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I had finally gotten to see Sam in Intensive Care</div><div style="text-align: center;"> (without being chastised by the crew there)</div><div style="text-align: center;">on Tuesday. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I was a mess that day. </div><div style="text-align: center;">It took the Lactation Consultant coming to visit to get me to spill my guts. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I explained there was no way I was going to lactate if I couldn't even hold my baby!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Wooo wee! The look on her face <em>froze</em>!</div><div style="text-align: center;">She repeated, "You haven't held him?"</div><div style="text-align: center;">I started to BAWL!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I cried, "They were upset because I went down at the wrong time and it interfered with the schedule!"</div><div style="text-align: center;">"When is your next scheduled visit?" </div><div style="text-align: center;">"In about 20 minutes," I replied.</div><div style="text-align: center;">"You give me 10 minutes, then head down, understand?" she asked.</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Okay..." was kind of lost on her as she headed out the door.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Needless to say, the NICU staff changed their tune!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I held Sam and loved on him, so did Grandma.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We were able to take the boys, but they could only see him through the window.</div><div style="text-align: center;">One very kind act of service happened the day after I was released. </div><div style="text-align: center;">They were going to move</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sam up to Pediatircs, so I'd need to go stay with him. </div><div style="text-align: center;">As I trudged into the hospital room with my sister in tow, </div><div style="text-align: center;">I saw my very little baby laying all by himself in a huge room </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #f4cccc;">inside of a big metal jail cell! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #f4cccc;">I was slightly dismayed since I was still recovering from surgery.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #f4cccc;">Deb quickly went out to the nurses station and worked some magic~</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #f4cccc;">in a couple of minutes a regular bed arrived </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #f4cccc;">along with a "<span style="background-color: #f4cccc;">normal</span>" isolette for Sam.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #f4cccc;">My baby was finally mine!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #f4cccc;">We were released the next day.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #f4cccc;">Over the weekend, I noticed Sam would cry when I moved him.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #f4cccc;">I mentioned it to his pediatrician on Monday.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #f4cccc;">As he checked him, he said "Well, his clavicle is broken." </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #f4cccc;">"<em>What</em>?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #f4cccc;">"You know, Suzanne, it's not unusual during a vaginal birth," he reasoned.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: yellow;"><span style="background-color: #f4cccc;">I said, "Except he was a C-SECTION!"</span> </span> </div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Needless to say, he lived! But he was sure a trip upon his arrival! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Came to find out our blood had crossed during the birth, </div><div style="text-align: center;">which isn't a good thing, since I am Rh- and he isn't! </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Happy Birthday, you Toy Story-lovin', Nintendo DS stealin', little 4 year old!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I LOVE YOU!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.momblognetwork.com/blog/camarena-circus"><img src="http://www.momblognetwork.com/badges/100x20-vote-blog.png" alt="Vote for my blog Camarena Circus on Mom Blog Network" border="0" width="100" height="20" /></a></div>Suzanne Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09341980579577727379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944764124368919996.post-43944923372424221342010-09-26T11:02:00.000-07:002010-09-26T11:02:08.797-07:00I love it!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw-bV7H4Y-Nz8_QFAwQmcQTh2u9TWthLhvn4y2iP7NVwk7YMXc8KB5i2H2B15vWQAZQzxDXKc8fbReOwkbLk4WvYSgxKBKi78R_XpsA6_fhnut197bEWh3H2ifggmwKseFUT-_GWSmZqvI/s1600/novdec09+116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw-bV7H4Y-Nz8_QFAwQmcQTh2u9TWthLhvn4y2iP7NVwk7YMXc8KB5i2H2B15vWQAZQzxDXKc8fbReOwkbLk4WvYSgxKBKi78R_XpsA6_fhnut197bEWh3H2ifggmwKseFUT-_GWSmZqvI/s320/novdec09+116.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This sweet boy, fresh from his very first sleep-over with a friend,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">comes over to me and asks, "Mom? You know that <a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=%22640%22%20height=%22390%22%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/JFvJQinFbzw&rel=0&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowScriptAccess%22%20value=%22always%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/JFvJQinFbzw&rel=0&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%20allowScriptAccess=%22always%22%20width=%22640%22%20height=%22390%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E">song </a>from Phineas and Ferb?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The one where Perry went to live with another family? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And Phineas and Ferb are singing for Perry to come home?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Since we had just watched it, I said, "Yes...?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then I noticed he was rubbing his eyes furiously the way he does</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">before he cries. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I grabbed him in a big hug and asked, "What's wrong?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As he started to cry, he whispers to me,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Oh, Mom, it reminds me of <a href="http://camarenacircus.blogspot.com/2008/10/end-of-era.html">Mashy</a>!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I miss him so much!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Of course, that got me all mushy. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I just hugged him while he cried.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">His heart is so tender and I love that he isn't afraid to share those things with me. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Guess I'm doing something right!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When he was done, I asked, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Andrew, do you see this big <a href="http://camarenacircus.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-think-my-cat-just-called-me.html">furball</a> at my feet?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfRgVT27KdBliVk9SQ3O0_eu2Qo0ekMPhXtvm_zRpdLq7qEo9g6CIrY3dr8DcM1X4Nsk3YFa-z-lWKLFx33wJe1AEaE77SeOmhDw1qaOGvfGGXm7UDLJIY_wTzNblpBeEuFfu4XHwffKfe/s1600/DSC02369.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfRgVT27KdBliVk9SQ3O0_eu2Qo0ekMPhXtvm_zRpdLq7qEo9g6CIrY3dr8DcM1X4Nsk3YFa-z-lWKLFx33wJe1AEaE77SeOmhDw1qaOGvfGGXm7UDLJIY_wTzNblpBeEuFfu4XHwffKfe/s320/DSC02369.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He said, "Yes."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I said, "I think Mashy knew we needed him. One a lot like he was. Nice of him, huh?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Andrew hugged me big and took off to play with his Clone Wars guys.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Gotta love him!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.momblognetwork.com/blog/camarena-circus"><img src="http://www.momblognetwork.com/badges/100x20-vote-blog.png" alt="Vote for my blog Camarena Circus on Mom Blog Network" border="0" width="100" height="20" /></a></div>Suzanne Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09341980579577727379noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944764124368919996.post-90689195392535020342010-09-24T09:18:00.000-07:002010-09-24T09:18:11.731-07:00An Evening Well-spent<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8hohQdsXV7Q28MBE3CFwGYw-7vrI9vyHPCQwaEjOKd24YDpaIWD9mtk9VNxb2izoHi4kKvzxdIXgrfq_pWmFuufmnOmCJjPw_M-_gdoV3AIoOPO985yYhOqtUvs8toSeJyno1NLOsanA4/s1600/Andrew7bday105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8hohQdsXV7Q28MBE3CFwGYw-7vrI9vyHPCQwaEjOKd24YDpaIWD9mtk9VNxb2izoHi4kKvzxdIXgrfq_pWmFuufmnOmCJjPw_M-_gdoV3AIoOPO985yYhOqtUvs8toSeJyno1NLOsanA4/s320/Andrew7bday105.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Makenna sucking her thumb after eating her hamburger</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkhejzxqP8oDRvrXMcGp5G4uf8YRCrqds4Hl2KxxO2OQmsTgPhpqlHSfTm76Og0s3GVAnmU3j0nh_i5D7BvXWt1N_OCuOhLeRl51sKC4Kn1nSf1V5cte7dpJ8SfEYyGjZhG7OicjSIqO5P/s1600/Andrew7bday108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkhejzxqP8oDRvrXMcGp5G4uf8YRCrqds4Hl2KxxO2OQmsTgPhpqlHSfTm76Og0s3GVAnmU3j0nh_i5D7BvXWt1N_OCuOhLeRl51sKC4Kn1nSf1V5cte7dpJ8SfEYyGjZhG7OicjSIqO5P/s320/Andrew7bday108.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Samuel licking his plate clean after the ice cream~</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwApHaRyT2OgiSJ5rvSQ6ot6ZrH1kMCbat08S2VFEXWjXZXC8ePWjPMKK3rTia_dkiXza1k_6ta4WNj1rC5s836ubbSQ4i_iVht2cQPE34UkOW-_-VIl1q0sjU3-19MikIJnWfI9lf5ZdF/s1600/Andrew7bday1011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwApHaRyT2OgiSJ5rvSQ6ot6ZrH1kMCbat08S2VFEXWjXZXC8ePWjPMKK3rTia_dkiXza1k_6ta4WNj1rC5s836ubbSQ4i_iVht2cQPE34UkOW-_-VIl1q0sjU3-19MikIJnWfI9lf5ZdF/s320/Andrew7bday1011.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> l to r: Sam, Adam, Andrew, Debbie, Deborah. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Deb was demonstrating the "starving brain sucker" on the birthday boy!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwzQZ9LMEDnJftcmjf8TekJUsMjERx-04nqhVb_hjI2gcRVqrvmFFj4Kg6dtCuE72ykiPWavJXrt9pGHEfNA06M3kQS7Gn8XFJI5LdGPMfmDNL7nc4v-jvNnoQwCmcMkh6p0ArcLVz8XhM/s1600/Andrew7bday1012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwzQZ9LMEDnJftcmjf8TekJUsMjERx-04nqhVb_hjI2gcRVqrvmFFj4Kg6dtCuE72ykiPWavJXrt9pGHEfNA06M3kQS7Gn8XFJI5LdGPMfmDNL7nc4v-jvNnoQwCmcMkh6p0ArcLVz8XhM/s320/Andrew7bday1012.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Adam and Andrew</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgAMXFRENxTLpSTC3wyX1QH5QlB2vhgo9Q-byjz5ahNokkZYjkbjCJc2Xp8fa-3fHSSk6C_7Q7jzcYtaoYf4nY5zcBj7TtmTojB8d_-cOlmkTKTPlgGdwhjqSJiZ9Ueevr6GnbFnVFS_WU/s1600/Andrew7bday1020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgAMXFRENxTLpSTC3wyX1QH5QlB2vhgo9Q-byjz5ahNokkZYjkbjCJc2Xp8fa-3fHSSk6C_7Q7jzcYtaoYf4nY5zcBj7TtmTojB8d_-cOlmkTKTPlgGdwhjqSJiZ9Ueevr6GnbFnVFS_WU/s320/Andrew7bday1020.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> The "other" guest of honor!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Wally, Gram's latest! Hopped inot Sam's chair to see what all the hoopla was about!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdbOu1dcoNrC6zt5BVs42rSYKHGr9TTdEBpIBRWEmNQe74fv4NlpkOyTSxny1MU5XTIe3pHlLwWXIFxpjN_NVgVq-BjMCLrtRaN0FtQjDlQ4nzpOQ5-R3QUl8Vg_645WsI-hrxEbQ4h_E/s1600/Andrew7bday1022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdbOu1dcoNrC6zt5BVs42rSYKHGr9TTdEBpIBRWEmNQe74fv4NlpkOyTSxny1MU5XTIe3pHlLwWXIFxpjN_NVgVq-BjMCLrtRaN0FtQjDlQ4nzpOQ5-R3QUl8Vg_645WsI-hrxEbQ4h_E/s320/Andrew7bday1022.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Handsome Sam</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm0-syPkTdmp48udAEn2OWHOJNWPmWt4ntU2-ickV070OiPs852Nn0quO-FfmxpcSMJfMvrKT4Gce_XYNkE7kii0wL1IZ2xSJF_xNbzojyWquwuGw3LfMffIovB8y1zBLyjTpnCf3s9-Se/s1600/Andrew7bday1028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm0-syPkTdmp48udAEn2OWHOJNWPmWt4ntU2-ickV070OiPs852Nn0quO-FfmxpcSMJfMvrKT4Gce_XYNkE7kii0wL1IZ2xSJF_xNbzojyWquwuGw3LfMffIovB8y1zBLyjTpnCf3s9-Se/s320/Andrew7bday1028.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Andrew admiring his birthday cake.</div><div style="text-align: center;">He wanted a home baked one AND he got to help decorate it </div><div style="text-align: center;">at his request!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg91L3I71gXVX0szh2xhpwnL1CeCzitmHnFamlHRObBReZeGt-klLp6ZDkD2I5SuE27xisB25ifjBmF4-16LJ0hdQGHdEsCYUOCkaUZ57l6VkZd91e1VuSU7ss3fhywBUU0vCzzIKvjsX6V/s1600/Andrew7bday1027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg91L3I71gXVX0szh2xhpwnL1CeCzitmHnFamlHRObBReZeGt-klLp6ZDkD2I5SuE27xisB25ifjBmF4-16LJ0hdQGHdEsCYUOCkaUZ57l6VkZd91e1VuSU7ss3fhywBUU0vCzzIKvjsX6V/s320/Andrew7bday1027.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The cake before it was attacked by sprinkles!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fun was had by all! I can't believe Andrew will be getting baptized this time next year! </div><div style="text-align: center;">He was thrilled to receive his long-awaited for Nintendo DS game</div><div style="text-align: center;">, "Zelda: Phantom Hourglass", </div><div style="text-align: center;">that Grandma Delores got for him.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> And he got cash. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> And is looking forward to a trip to Barnes and Noble</div><div style="text-align: center;"> with said cash and Aunt Debbie!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.momblognetwork.com/blog/camarena-circus"><img src="http://www.momblognetwork.com/badges/100x20-vote-blog.png" alt="Vote for my blog Camarena Circus on Mom Blog Network" border="0" width="100" height="20" /></a></div>Suzanne Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09341980579577727379noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944764124368919996.post-45118544584490043392010-09-22T10:02:00.000-07:002010-09-22T10:52:23.467-07:00Happy, Happy Birthday Andrew Dear...!!<div align="center">My life changed forever with the arrival of this boy! </div><div align="center">We waited 5 long years for him to make his appearance.</div><div align="center">He was worth every heart-wrenching second.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYHmEDstlPlYcEZHZ6myhJP4bXLmJGBMGgXNnEQXihPkv9wjVhInI_cobj7edAlekXStTcvSJmsUswjfg4kV_ZfH0qj9JXGR2zZGYIQ97zup_yulVU66B8VKMGC1az1yFNAZXap2ud4D1S/s1600/AndrewMom03.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519790284148634498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYHmEDstlPlYcEZHZ6myhJP4bXLmJGBMGgXNnEQXihPkv9wjVhInI_cobj7edAlekXStTcvSJmsUswjfg4kV_ZfH0qj9JXGR2zZGYIQ97zup_yulVU66B8VKMGC1az1yFNAZXap2ud4D1S/s400/AndrewMom03.JPG" /></a> He was about 2 months old in this photo.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt72zYmhpIJLs-b2ptB-vEjSSwMb4dyz6cluxcWcRFph3H71nKJF0-ahVeJ4d0t68PdzL8WOUnps37xRYuxjSLnm2NYzve_6w0-wJYOQFIaGb-pArrcCZFEq9ekNU8ziJyvJx145tDeE6z/s1600/AndrewDavid06.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519790276169986530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt72zYmhpIJLs-b2ptB-vEjSSwMb4dyz6cluxcWcRFph3H71nKJF0-ahVeJ4d0t68PdzL8WOUnps37xRYuxjSLnm2NYzve_6w0-wJYOQFIaGb-pArrcCZFEq9ekNU8ziJyvJx145tDeE6z/s400/AndrewDavid06.JPG" /></a> Andrew with his favorite cousin-buddy, David. </div><div align="center">They were 3 and 6.</div><div align="center">He complains he doesn't get to see him nearly enough! (I agree!) </div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz_j9SVw7jDb4nEG2d5y0v4l0NRO735YASmRWA6JcRICzwfOIZrMl4cJ-loOgKywe9pp2TzffES_cA3v-E90iq8AFna7S9K9gyM2qzTI4dHkD2lw1cW-r0XsGdaEu2l-bkuenmAyahM7Ad/s1600/AndrewDaddy06.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519787773192129714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz_j9SVw7jDb4nEG2d5y0v4l0NRO735YASmRWA6JcRICzwfOIZrMl4cJ-loOgKywe9pp2TzffES_cA3v-E90iq8AFna7S9K9gyM2qzTI4dHkD2lw1cW-r0XsGdaEu2l-bkuenmAyahM7Ad/s400/AndrewDaddy06.JPG" /></a> Andrew and Daddy at Mirror Lake in the High Uintahs in Utah</div><div align="center">Summer 2006.<br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbAlWP_OhhZfuVX8oUXPLKQpkC9thug6mgkA0VqnaAmtm6LM6_LNB8cvN1TZAcxrfrD5Zz-2Lp5oNQQEAGTFBncaZ2hxX8CLgr7qTd2eZ7-4Dzfgow8_IMeJybcgFHa333V5b3bbJNDHTl/s1600/AndrewATC06.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 359px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519787767479760370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbAlWP_OhhZfuVX8oUXPLKQpkC9thug6mgkA0VqnaAmtm6LM6_LNB8cvN1TZAcxrfrD5Zz-2Lp5oNQQEAGTFBncaZ2hxX8CLgr7qTd2eZ7-4Dzfgow8_IMeJybcgFHa333V5b3bbJNDHTl/s400/AndrewATC06.JPG" /></a> Andrew with his big brother, Adam, 2006<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVYfAGR3kPv_lmHsfr7e-LqzH8z8fTmrKgX7FkZ-EdqrR6KgU78nLPuEedPmLw8L6rILh77zdxagCFPSIYycLpH6fHLuKSx_IJ778xwu83bVcH64WgJySDsXaEP8kj8bLVgV06jMbzwoDb/s1600/AndrewATC03.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519787758343737362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVYfAGR3kPv_lmHsfr7e-LqzH8z8fTmrKgX7FkZ-EdqrR6KgU78nLPuEedPmLw8L6rILh77zdxagCFPSIYycLpH6fHLuKSx_IJ778xwu83bVcH64WgJySDsXaEP8kj8bLVgV06jMbzwoDb/s400/AndrewATC03.JPG" /></a> Adam and Baby Andrew, Fall 2003<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNzR_fPSbqxiHMXm6Pz6D9rUEKALEPMslb3YIsYxNi8EU_5IBaRLXzzyikWISE-8mX2eQuBVi9tEEHaERBziD3wtrip_zEk2mg4MrcZBKEgvN5miQkLNBYfufIipsbRyH8vp1CzPHTv7Hw/s1600/Andrew06.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519787751853878386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNzR_fPSbqxiHMXm6Pz6D9rUEKALEPMslb3YIsYxNi8EU_5IBaRLXzzyikWISE-8mX2eQuBVi9tEEHaERBziD3wtrip_zEk2mg4MrcZBKEgvN5miQkLNBYfufIipsbRyH8vp1CzPHTv7Hw/s400/Andrew06.JPG" /></a> My favorite picture of Andrew as an infant! </div><div>Laying in my lap.</div><div>Drunk on milk!</div><div> Or milk-drunk as a good friend of mine puts it!<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq9j8ky54MMpCzhlBMeR1KT2s0sq8UsohKGQwVWQzf4ry02RjzDNFWOTAdZ7nMLSbYURGhvfY4b0Mbc7pDgTD14X0L51b5TemAnoKu2r91zoZ_Z32SQRw5xeJO0Prw_AQ_e47NGpFFojty/s1600/Andrew04.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 352px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519787746220349794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq9j8ky54MMpCzhlBMeR1KT2s0sq8UsohKGQwVWQzf4ry02RjzDNFWOTAdZ7nMLSbYURGhvfY4b0Mbc7pDgTD14X0L51b5TemAnoKu2r91zoZ_Z32SQRw5xeJO0Prw_AQ_e47NGpFFojty/s400/Andrew04.JPG" /></a> Andrew at about 8 months.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRTrri1eE_ciUsqGPknY4sEsW8NdDJueU6vPMEZPxbrJcDP2pglNFRNLED47PJh3I3s6BG6VcZQPBWdSTpFMQXfQn55K0sr1Qa3vOlVGaXR2SUMmKEDSbNRepirraopy_8EerzklNuh1cG/s1600/AndrewDaddy06.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjckpUqzZL502Vm5VQ09HwIAxHDA-9zh6wUnivOrKov_eb7eptzHUC2uKt5rqlnow3gzlxHUjMc9H7cbKEjIcVWwA-6VLNVRwQkjsAUppE-jGnW-H4QD6dW4v5JtBcZWI4ILaFaayAH8CL-/s1600/aroundthehousemay09+136.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519786185136706514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjckpUqzZL502Vm5VQ09HwIAxHDA-9zh6wUnivOrKov_eb7eptzHUC2uKt5rqlnow3gzlxHUjMc9H7cbKEjIcVWwA-6VLNVRwQkjsAUppE-jGnW-H4QD6dW4v5JtBcZWI4ILaFaayAH8CL-/s400/aroundthehousemay09+136.jpg" /></a>Andrew and Kira. 2009</div><div>They met in Pre-school in 2006.</div><div>He still calls her his girlfriend</div><div>that he's going to marry someday!</div><div>No other girl can measure up!<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBeUs8j5LW8er7n5aLqaAqqY6eWQXcHwgp8cCr-gwafpTBbyTeHvZ3LRa9huVETlihtKjTjr8ES415msK7RqdtjplH2SqKhWw-M4ngFvhUPhRcAyhbNysYnK6B2g_EC-2J_KSHAK9FEc2e/s1600/aroundthehousemay09+115.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519786179117002930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBeUs8j5LW8er7n5aLqaAqqY6eWQXcHwgp8cCr-gwafpTBbyTeHvZ3LRa9huVETlihtKjTjr8ES415msK7RqdtjplH2SqKhWw-M4ngFvhUPhRcAyhbNysYnK6B2g_EC-2J_KSHAK9FEc2e/s400/aroundthehousemay09+115.jpg" /></a>Andrew at the bowling alley, 2009.</div><div> </div><div>Just a couple of "mother insights" about Andrew.</div><div>He has a huge heart.</div><div>Very sweet spirit.</div><div>quick temper.</div><div>His intelligence astounds me. </div><div>I love how affectionate he is,</div><div>how much he adores his Grandma Delores,</div><div>loves Aunt Debbie,</div><div>idolizes his big brother,</div><div>reveres both of his big sisters,</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3kfRWIL4EcDdp8hkW-Y9Sym-ebk6olqXgPnB15bgTQ8TDzFx3xjWBuFvcDIbVtvUP_85Jzn8lEPGkqDyST5ONClTdQm6Dnd1qE1Cr0LVITtwh0s3dWYmDvzTioJTcmyI_jGRTNdjzP1mz/s1600/aroundthehousemay09+017.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519786167274485106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3kfRWIL4EcDdp8hkW-Y9Sym-ebk6olqXgPnB15bgTQ8TDzFx3xjWBuFvcDIbVtvUP_85Jzn8lEPGkqDyST5ONClTdQm6Dnd1qE1Cr0LVITtwh0s3dWYmDvzTioJTcmyI_jGRTNdjzP1mz/s400/aroundthehousemay09+017.jpg" /></a>but this has to take the prize!</div><div>He is an incredibly awesome big brother!</div><div> </div><div>Happy Birthday, Sweet Boy! </div><div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.momblognetwork.com/blog/camarena-circus"><img src="http://www.momblognetwork.com/badges/100x20-vote-blog.png" alt="Vote for my blog Camarena Circus on Mom Blog Network" border="0" width="100" height="20" /></a></div>Suzanne Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09341980579577727379noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944764124368919996.post-22108613776638980002010-08-11T11:15:00.000-07:002010-08-11T11:33:15.119-07:00HERO WARRIORS Part 3!<div align="center">Remember <a href="http://camarenacircus.blogspot.com/2010/05/hero-warrior-sister.html">this</a> and <a href="http://camarenacircus.blogspot.com/2009/03/brother-warriors.html">this</a>?</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center">It is my pleasure(?) to inform you of the latest inductee!<br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTVBKwjO6H8KZMLjS6ten3RFuvlmdhqPrEnzhvXTnfM1HLT1y8zDHHQKqmve3RkkYv1mJ1wMo9EM7hQY53BmoQKtsVOMVyx0OcBPgsDyncTUfiwSIGrOExszKPkJ4NoHTV-qcfGAOvOQG/s1600/DSC03130.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504219547279794930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTVBKwjO6H8KZMLjS6ten3RFuvlmdhqPrEnzhvXTnfM1HLT1y8zDHHQKqmve3RkkYv1mJ1wMo9EM7hQY53BmoQKtsVOMVyx0OcBPgsDyncTUfiwSIGrOExszKPkJ4NoHTV-qcfGAOvOQG/s400/DSC03130.JPG" /></a> HERO WARRIOR HELAMAN</div><div align="center">the cat!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Seriously, he was not this thrilled with it. </div><div align="center">He's sleeping to forget!<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.momblognetwork.com/blog/camarena-circus"><img src="http://www.momblognetwork.com/badges/100x20-vote-blog.png" alt="Vote for my blog Camarena Circus on Mom Blog Network" border="0" width="100" height="20" /></a></div>Suzanne Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09341980579577727379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944764124368919996.post-42578430103101177902010-07-24T00:11:00.000-07:002010-07-24T00:22:53.166-07:00You Say It's Your Birthday!<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">It's</span></strong> hard to believe how all of these </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1xIPvt8DUzi0RAFPnozqPOTsdjDOfXiqmsG_W713Ag-8cqvy8bupicTptAJLq4Fq1x_1p8v19WhDQpH48NhgpySYydQyfogot1pxC7jwZa1Skcj84BzLXhGf6XjL0erk6CGemy3ASE-E3/s1600/4camarenas09b.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497352831409213762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1xIPvt8DUzi0RAFPnozqPOTsdjDOfXiqmsG_W713Ag-8cqvy8bupicTptAJLq4Fq1x_1p8v19WhDQpH48NhgpySYydQyfogot1pxC7jwZa1Skcj84BzLXhGf6XjL0erk6CGemy3ASE-E3/s400/4camarenas09b.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> l-r: Adam (11), Sam (3), Andrew (6), Makenna (2)</span></div><br /><div align="center">began with this little scrapper!<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7lNzw14B7S2OS5mSPCPuV5y-FD3I0QdPer20F-OxQ07gJdE3RtF_v0BBw9-lJ5NH8hf0PX4YT8d2ggVhaLjEzdcqATwhNBLZ2v8sNr2aYUKmAobzG4spSqwvzyt5vqZI0-bbxoHmv2GNb/s1600/ATCGrandma98.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497352817003024098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7lNzw14B7S2OS5mSPCPuV5y-FD3I0QdPer20F-OxQ07gJdE3RtF_v0BBw9-lJ5NH8hf0PX4YT8d2ggVhaLjEzdcqATwhNBLZ2v8sNr2aYUKmAobzG4spSqwvzyt5vqZI0-bbxoHmv2GNb/s400/ATCGrandma98.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;">Grandma Delores Parker and Adam (10 days old) 1998</span><br /><br />And now....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7QRbQ-DZPMLB47NiZpkNpCdwDLobedMrsb-RlL9YY2JSU13yvU1Kw014p1chb4Np2FzL6Qj4qYvePDaEu7hZNXOE60COXxd1ZrqA0zLGK-eWDeO4gNaJxz02l5gMmmnHEY2iUfKSsufsA/s1600/atc09b.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497352808416856386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7QRbQ-DZPMLB47NiZpkNpCdwDLobedMrsb-RlL9YY2JSU13yvU1Kw014p1chb4Np2FzL6Qj4qYvePDaEu7hZNXOE60COXxd1ZrqA0zLGK-eWDeO4gNaJxz02l5gMmmnHEY2iUfKSsufsA/s400/atc09b.JPG" /></a><br />He has morphed into this handsome young man!<br /><br />Adam, I want you to know how much I love you!<br />You are a blessing to all of us with your<br />intense, sweet spirit.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3nQ9kEtaWTUC4Pgdr4qhVGlxdNaBIhimhMHa_FW1-5n5aJoX0irIM-yv7bAOvTGRRDq5abnGJe6uZADasSOmREdk_KKCVC-cVXcoffA25Oje7AfjBGqZX6ty5O_bWOZbmmEmCw50SkWod/s1600/4camarenas09.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 357px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497352801365039250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3nQ9kEtaWTUC4Pgdr4qhVGlxdNaBIhimhMHa_FW1-5n5aJoX0irIM-yv7bAOvTGRRDq5abnGJe6uZADasSOmREdk_KKCVC-cVXcoffA25Oje7AfjBGqZX6ty5O_bWOZbmmEmCw50SkWod/s400/4camarenas09.JPG" /></a>Thank you for choosing me to be your mom!<br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">Happy 12th Birthday!<br /></span></strong><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.momblognetwork.com/blog/camarena-circus"><img src="http://www.momblognetwork.com/badges/100x20-vote-blog.png" alt="Vote for my blog Camarena Circus on Mom Blog Network" border="0" width="100" height="20" /></a></div>Suzanne Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09341980579577727379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944764124368919996.post-33633713426018618872010-07-21T09:41:00.000-07:002010-07-21T09:52:05.066-07:00ATC Growing Up<div align="center">One of his favorite things to occupy himself is READING! </div><div align="center">He couldn't speak, but he sure would read at 4 years old. </div><div align="center">I remember telling my friends to</div><div align="center"> remind me how I longed for him to talk...</div><div align="center">on the days I wish he'd put a sock in it!</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji0QJWUbDrhNjL4tWPCaLYW-hQZcVUJI7yYqjxVenRvmMrObkofc1vJBzUKOImuX1xlKi9L7vOs8BMUtIyEWrO1STwSXL2elL8Qe7KQkb_IppirT88BMp9lpvkDIwlM5jo9SHCQWssTLGi/s1600/DSC02488.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496401437124821282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji0QJWUbDrhNjL4tWPCaLYW-hQZcVUJI7yYqjxVenRvmMrObkofc1vJBzUKOImuX1xlKi9L7vOs8BMUtIyEWrO1STwSXL2elL8Qe7KQkb_IppirT88BMp9lpvkDIwlM5jo9SHCQWssTLGi/s400/DSC02488.JPG" /></a> Life changed dramatically for ATC when the other two boys came along!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiTp6sLmdKUKnfzZkKqZfYxIhEljt7CwJ8fFDcgM35maJEsy-I7VtwBCyN5H6e2daUWBnLZ2fowGzUnxa9Ffal59JUmnUoF7SBETVAyh7UpvqawBu3iNOzIeGhEHQF-Hr66rZBDUxnNLx_/s1600/Adams12th8.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496401428687270354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiTp6sLmdKUKnfzZkKqZfYxIhEljt7CwJ8fFDcgM35maJEsy-I7VtwBCyN5H6e2daUWBnLZ2fowGzUnxa9Ffal59JUmnUoF7SBETVAyh7UpvqawBu3iNOzIeGhEHQF-Hr66rZBDUxnNLx_/s400/Adams12th8.JPG" /></a> This is the first photo of him that ever made me cry.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjugqfnQo1T-sutLSlnRNbNhAUcnNBAPzlmCRaDouNuRQUY9x88LABgeVnhxzIWkD1Eu4c6_NwTpXsTuUImqL2eVL030TUKyafuedWw9lTVyKNdggB3auaCCSRTOdMne7KSFu3MJI-C809u/s1600/7-18-2010+10%3B16%3B09+PM.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496401420549867266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjugqfnQo1T-sutLSlnRNbNhAUcnNBAPzlmCRaDouNuRQUY9x88LABgeVnhxzIWkD1Eu4c6_NwTpXsTuUImqL2eVL030TUKyafuedWw9lTVyKNdggB3auaCCSRTOdMne7KSFu3MJI-C809u/s400/7-18-2010+10%3B16%3B09+PM.JPG" /></a>Visions of the man-to-be.</div><div>And a reminder to me to </div><div>appreciate him as he is NOW.</div><div>I love you, T!<br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.momblognetwork.com/blog/camarena-circus"><img src="http://www.momblognetwork.com/badges/100x20-vote-blog.png" alt="Vote for my blog Camarena Circus on Mom Blog Network" border="0" width="100" height="20" /></a></div>Suzanne Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09341980579577727379noreply@blogger.com0