tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73405566383735427622024-03-05T17:54:34.318-08:00The FranksHannah Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673346892892146764noreply@blogger.comBlogger84125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340556638373542762.post-80555204182474142062012-12-10T10:09:00.000-08:002012-12-10T10:09:55.320-08:00St James Castle in Xilitla, Mexico<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Okay, so here I am again. Looks like once a month is all I have time to blog for. We continue to trek along with the move, Holidays, and Ryan's work project. This last week was another step in Ryan's pilot program for work. In October, Ryan started the pilot program with the employees of a credit unions in a small mountain town, called Jalpan. They are now launching mobil banking to the customers of that Credit Union. For this new step, my Dad came down to help with the launching. So he and Ryan had it all set to visit Jalpan on Thursday, the 6th. Late Tuesday night, Easton and I decided to tag along. The next morning we were on our way. There was a tour set up for the travelers to see parts of Jalpan that same day. In the end we only had time to see one of the popular Franciscan Cathedrals. (In October, Easton and I had gone up with Ryan as well and saw rivers, waterfalls, fresh springs, etc. Jalpan is extremely gorgeous). The following night we hurried up a mountain to show dad the waterfall called Chuveje. We also decided to stay an extra day to see St James castle. Ryan and I had gone two years ago to see it, when I was pregnant with Easton. So we knew that it would be worth the extra night sleeping on those crumby hotel mattresses to see it again. </div>
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On Friday morning, we travelled the extra hour and a half and spent a few hours hiking around the castle. Now, when I say castle, do not expect turrets and ball rooms... or at least not the ones you see in Europe. These are random staircases, walkways, walls, and "structures" just sitting randomly up against a mountain in the jungle. Ryan and I call it the Dr. Seuss castle, because it makes just about as much sense as those children's books. Though the castle makes very little sense to the eye, it is beautiful in its own way and perfectly situated against several cascading waterfalls. My Dad also noted that much of the architecture seemed to mimic the surrounding nature. </div>
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Just some background historical knowledge: This James dude was part of a royal family in Europe, I want to say English. He decided to abandon his royal responsibilities and move to Mexico. I suppose the man was a bit eccentric considering this bazaar castle that he built, literally in the middle of nowhere. He had hippos, cats, monkeys, and who knows what else, caged around the grounds. This all took place 300 years ago. </div>
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This first shot is at the entrance of the castle. Notice the snake-like rocks to the left. That's the beginning to the randomness that I am talking about.</div>
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This is looking back towards the entrance. Traffic is heavier at the beginning, but since the castle sprawls out in so many directions, you get to enjoy it all by yourself most of the time.</div>
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These are typical pathways you see going all throughout the different parts of the structures, winding through all the gorgeous greenery. </div>
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Some more randomness. Its almost like pillars were put up for some room, that was never finished. But considering that they are everywhere, I think that was all he ever intended.</div>
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This is at the beginning. It might not look like these staircases go very high, but I promise you it is extremely intimidating to climb them. I still havent gotten enough nerve to go all the way up, but Fronk did it this time. What a man:) and yes, they pretty much go to... nowhere.</div>
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Not the best picture of us, but still fun and love the munchkin in the background</div>
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Starting at the bottom pools from the big waterfall. The water in this part of Mexico is THE clearest I have ever seen.</div>
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My Dad</div>
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Me and me Dad at a pool</div>
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Rocks + water = lots of throwing fun for Easton</div>
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A better view of where we were</div>
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And more rock throwing</div>
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My handsome hubby</div>
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All of us at the top of the pools by the waterfall</div>
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<br />Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09720686010554628164noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340556638373542762.post-818554350033947312012-11-09T10:02:00.000-08:002012-11-09T10:02:01.302-08:00What a week!I have been terrible with this blog, I know. My life has been a bit busy.<br />
This week was no exception, but was more fun at the beginning of the week, than busy. My sweet sister, Haydee, came to town! The rainy days were not our friends, in the beginning, and put a damper on most of our outdoor fun, the first day. We resorted to baking cookies and hanging out. Oh darn. The second day we threw our heads back and laughed in its face all the way to Leon which is where the gigantic shoe malls are. Haydee + shopping= a very good day. She is THE best person to shop with, due to her impeccable style! The following day we enjoyed quiche from the french bakery, a stroll in the park, and horchata on the way home; all before we were out the door to drive her back to the airport. Though I am listing all that we did, the real fun was watching Easton and her get along. She is such an awesome Aunt and Easton was practically twitter-pated with her here. It took all of a couple of hours for him to be all over her. It was so sweet. Easton seemed so depressed the day after she left.<br />
The second half of the week included a visit to the maxillofacial surgeon. Yup, I got those wisdom teeth yanked out last night. Wow! What a surprising procedure. I was in that Dr office for a total of forty five minutes!! Forty of those minutes were talking about recovery and numbing up the gums. It took all of five minutes to get all four of those bad boys out. A couple yanks each and the teeth came out whole. What talent, I must say! I had an evening appt., so we were home close to nine. I iced up my cheeks for a couple hours then headed to bed. So far so good. I woke up a few times last night and am taking pain medication, but no chipmunk cheeks for me and other than a feeling of sore, I can't complain! I am paranoid about dry socket, so I am a bit natzi about keeping everything sterilized that comes near my mouth. Keep your fingers crossed that I don't get it! Other than that, I hope to be back at the gym next week, sometime!<br />
<br />Hannah Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673346892892146764noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340556638373542762.post-49051808004826215242012-08-27T15:07:00.004-07:002012-08-27T15:07:55.412-07:00Wedding!!!! (From my perspective)What is wrong with me!?!?!!?<br />
After all of the amazing wedding shots that I could have had, I ended up with nada (minus the photo booth pics and the iphone pic Ryan got).<br />
In my defense I was running around with my head cut off, but I still can't believe I don't have a picture to share... so, sorry about that!<br />
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So I am going to back up to the week previous to the wedding. It was so much fun and so busy. I stayed with Haydee for the first few days. Every morning I woke up at 6 am, darn jet leg, and worked on her wedding cake. During the day, we ran errands for the wedding and ran more errands:) We also enjoyed some yummy curry at her Bishop's home, one evening. We also spent one of the days with my Mother's Aunt, Laverne, and her family. It was nice to have everybody together. Another day we went to the Del Mar Race Tracks. How fun!! I don't bet, but would pick a horse I thought would come in first, second, or third. Out of the eight races, I think my horse won a good five of them!<br />
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The evening of the race tracks, the Cifuentes clan headed over to Nate's Mom's house. She was kind enough to make some amazing spaghetti and caesar salad. It was also nice to get to know Haydee's new in-laws. They are some great people. I am very excited for Haydee!<br />
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That same night was when Ryan and Easton finally rolled in. It was a bit of a long day for them. Starting at 3 am, they got on a shuttle to head to the Mexico City airport. Then at 8 am were ready to check in. Ops, Ryan realized that his passport was expired... crap. So, he marched over to the US embassy and miraculously was granted a temporary passport within two hours. Thank Heavens! Then for the tickets... Ryan found a flight leaving Friday, but didn't want to wait. After a bit of searching on my Dad's part they found one departing that same day. Finally at about 10 pm, Ryan and Easton pulled up to the San Diego home. I couldn't and still can't believe that it all worked out!<br />
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The next morning we laid low and the boys took morning naps. Then we were off to Disneyland! I crave going back and spending multiple days there with Ryan and Easton! It was a bit hectic in the beginning, but fell into a very happy, enjoyable time. Easton, was of course, very entertained and content.<br />
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Finally, the wedding fun started Friday with a rehearsal and rehearsal lunch. It was so blimey hot!! We sat in 100+ heat under the sun as we figured out how everything was going down the next day. Despite the heat we got to see our other relatives, friends, and meet more of Nate's family. Basically more lovely people.<br />
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The venue was in a Californian canyon out in Malibu. The hills were incredibly beautiful. The view was just perfect. The venue was called a ranch, but was mostly rolling hills of vineyard, very beautiful. <br />
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That evening I continued to hack away at the cake. I was losing momentum as I was completely exhausted. I managed to hit the bed by 12:30, somewhat satisfied with the progress I had made. It included finishing the third chocolate cake. As well as cutting and frosting the Strawberry Vanilla and the Lemon Poppyseed. All in all, I was pooped. In the morning, it was a 6 am wake up call. I hauled over the next 5 hours and finally had the finished product, minutes before I was supposed to fly out the door to meet up with the other bridesmaids for makeup and hair. I think I was so excited that I barely realized that I was running on fumes. That morning had started out with tunnel vision and had a moment of dry heaving. Weird. I have never reacted so dramatically over stress. Usually it is just insomnia. Anyways, I think I was so stressed because I was DETERMINED to make this cake look nice for my sister's wedding. Baking in a small, I mean tiny, kitchen in the vacation rental with nine other people was not exactly ideal. I wasn't in the mood to make shift baking with limited kitchen resources, but what can you do. In the end it all worked out.<br />
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Anyways, past the cake (this was a big deal for me that week), I made it to the venue. (Thanks Jake for driving me the hour drive.) I felt like I walked into the room kinda hyper, but put on those brakes when I felt and saw nice cool air, yummy sandwhiches and fruit (the first meal in 24 hours and only the second meal within 48 hours!), cheerful sisters, comfy robes. Ahhhhh, is all I can say.<br />
I felt like a model after the maku-up artist fixed me up. Seriously, not even a hint of bags under the eyes. She was A-mazing. Best make-up job I have ever had!! Then onto the hair and then of course watching my beautiful sister getting dolled up for her ceremony. Haydee was breathtaking. obviously. but seriously, how did so many of those genes skip me out!:) She was very much at ease as well. A bit surprising considering all that was going on prior to. When I had walked into the small bathroom where she was getting ready, there was also a make-up artist and two videographers contorting themselves to fit in the tiny space. I CAN NOT wait to see how the video turns out!<br />
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Then, after some new shenanigans with a serious car-crash-based-traffic-jam, the guests started to arrive. My poor father and hubby and baby and uncle and nephew and... okay you get the picture... sat in traffic for four hours!!!! awesome. Thankfully everybody else had to go through the same thing and in the end the ceremony started a bit late. It ended up being SUCH a blessing in disguise. With everybody coming in late, the ceremony started perfectly at sundown. The temperature must have easily dropped from the 100s down to the 80s. I gentle breeze ran through and then from the top of the hill stood my sister with the sun shining behind her. Angelic. Seriously angelic. It was such a beautiful sight. Of course, that was when I lost it. She walked down with my father and took her place to do the deed:) They exchanged darling vows and heard some sweet words from the bishop before he pronounced them man and wife.<br />
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Ryan and Martin ran the Easton and Calvin back to the hotel where the babysitter waited. Remember that traffic? well running was more like a snails pace. They didn't make it back till after the the entry, the first dance, the toasts, and the food. Nope they didn't make it back till 10 pm. The wedding ended at 11. Poor guys. My sis, Lil, and I made our men plates and then tried to get some good dancing and mingling in before the couple cut the cake. After the cake was cut and served. We enjoyed a few more dances and then were off to pick of the babies. We rolled into bed that night and then hopped out of it early the next morning to catch our flight.<br />
and TaDa that was the wedding. (it only took me two weeks to get this written! sorry)<br />
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<br />Hannah Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673346892892146764noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340556638373542762.post-59002645401817722242012-08-15T10:08:00.004-07:002012-08-15T10:11:58.045-07:00Easton-bulSo little Easton is ever growing. I thought that it's about time to post a blog about what he has been up to.<br />
Well, first of all his life is all about soccer balls, bouncy balls, whiffle balls, pretty much anything round. He will throw, kick and bounce them everywhere. We definitely have a soccer player in our midst. His favorite is kicking, and his aim is very impressive for a 1 1/2 year old. In fact, he usually kicks and throws balls straighter than I do. My favorite is when he shifts his weight between his feet before he gives a good kick or when he backs up and runs to the ball to try and get a little momentum. haha, no joke, he really does. This morning we were at the park for an hour kicking the soccer ball back and forth between us. It's nice to have an activity that we can both play at.<br />
He is pretty active, just as any other child his age is. He loves to run and play, but is still very good at coming to me when he is told. I am pretty lenient with him, so he knows that when I call him it's for a good reason.<br />
He is still a terrible eater. The only way I get fruit and veggies in him, is if its a sauce on noodles or a juice. He is a great tortilla eater and is a big snacker. He is a skinny boy still, but is ever growing upwards.<br />
Easton's communication skills have taken another leap. Though his vocabulary is still small, maybe fifteen words or so, he is so much better at understanding me and I him. When he gets frustrated that I don't speak his language, all I have to do is put my hands up and shrug my shoulders, telling him I don't understand. He almost instantly calms down and tries to point or show me what he wants. It's quite magical to communicate so much easier. The words and gestures really help his patience, as he now understands that things happen in processes. For example, when he whines at the door and points outside, I tell him that we need to put on shoes first. I call out "shoes" while I walk around the house looking for them. He understands that he can't go outside without shoes and will call out for his shoes now, with me.<br />
He is still a bit stubborn and when he doesn't get what he wants, it still ends in tears and angry shouting, aka, a tantrum. Though I consistently try to ignore them, they still come. I refuse to give into them and it takes a five minute meltdown before he gets himself back together. Patience is the key to these moments for me.<br />
Easton loves other kids. If he hears them outside playing, he gets really desperate to join them. His newest and most favorite friend was his cousin last week. Wow, did he ever love Calvin. I wish I could just kidnap his cousin and have him play at our house every day. They totally absorb into their own world and play SO well. I love it! and wish Calvin was closer!<br />
Other than that, Easton is a pretty average kid. Probably too indulged, as I hear most firsts are. But I am trying to work on that as whiny, spoiled children drive me bonkers!<br />
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Hannah Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673346892892146764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340556638373542762.post-23234815272523780222012-07-25T19:18:00.001-07:002012-07-25T19:18:30.882-07:00Brace FaceHave I mentioned that I got braces last month? Not really something I want to announce. But I figure I will cut everyone to the quick with the comment "you got braces?". I don't particularly like to draw attention to myself so when I have a rack of metal across my teeth, it doesn't exactly soothe me. On the flip side, I am ecstatic to get these puppies on and over with. I have only been dragging my feet for, oh, ten years! Those awkward teen years, when I was way too self conscious of myself, are thank heavens, OVER. So now that I am 26 with a sweet husband who has been encouraging me with every dentist appt, I put them on.
Just for the record, I HaTE them. They hurt so bad. I have been chewing with the back four teeth only, for the past four weeks. Oh well, beauty is pain, right?Hannah Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673346892892146764noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340556638373542762.post-65300550447877080742012-07-25T19:16:00.000-07:002012-07-25T19:16:27.721-07:00Malabar LnRyan and I became proud homeowners two weeks ago. We closed on a small colonial home in Madison, and couldn't be more excited to do some updates. In fact our fhe was deciding how we want to redo the kitchen. The home is in decent condition, but is just dated and needs a bit of a facelift. I am ecstatic for the wood floors throughout the house, and once the kitchen and family room see some improvements, I can totally see Eason and I spending most of our time in that part of the house. That and outside. It has a darling backyard, thankfully with a fence for Violet. And it sits on a cute maple lined street. I have a feeling I will love fall in this home. Anyways, we feel like we lucked out and now we are just excited to move in. .. Which isn't for another six to eight months, yes yes, we are still in Mexico till early next year. I am totally ready to move up, maybe it is house related? Hm.
For now, we are renting it out for six months to a sweet family who just needs some transition housing. Everything worked out beautifully, though I will say that the week was one of the hardest in a long time, I mean the week that we closed. Easton got croup and I got a nasty cold. So nasty in fact that after twelve days I went to urgent care at 6 am after staying up all night with a clogged and painful ear(that was this morning). Madison was also in the 90s and 100s while we were there so, we didn't get to enjoy the outdoors very much. Pretty much we signed for the house and found renters within six days. It wasn't fun, but so excited to have accomplished so much.
I feel like getting married, having your first kid, moving into your first home... All of it is SO exciting and fun, I just wonder what you do when all those milestones are passed, endure to the end?Hannah Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673346892892146764noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340556638373542762.post-79838171362712650142012-06-27T09:32:00.001-07:002012-06-27T09:32:05.760-07:00Monte Blanco 3Easton and I have a lot of fun with the kids in our neighborhood. We live in a small gated neighborhood, so all of the kids have free reign of the outdoors. Some of our favorite and closest neighbor kids are the Hernandez' two houses down. I mentioned Mariana Hernandez in my birthday post. She has two younger sisters as well, Michi and Millie. Many times we find ourselves wandering to each others homes.<br />
Mariana is Easton very first friend. He loves her more than anybody, aside from his parents. He calls her Mayiana and gets slightly hysterical when he sees her off in the distance. Mariana is very good to him and totes him around on her hip. Wherever Mariana is, you will find Easton very nearby. It is very sweet. I don't know what we will do when the Hernandez family moves next month. It isn't just to a nearby, new house either. It's all the way in Texas. I am excited for the opportunities there family will find there, but extremely sad to see them go.<br />
Mario and Gaby are awesome parents. The type you try to watch, in hope that your own child will turn out like theirs if you follow suit.<br />
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Anyways, there are several other neighborhood kids that meander over to our house whenever our door is open, which is pretty much left open in the afternoons. As it has been quite warm here, we have been revving up the snow cone machine whenever the kids are out. Such a simple thing to sit on the front stoop eating snow cones with the neighborhood chilluns, but oh so memorable! I am pretty sure the kids enjoy it too!Hannah Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673346892892146764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340556638373542762.post-20809449963142278502012-06-10T08:20:00.001-07:002012-06-10T08:24:27.474-07:00Puerta Vallarta<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Puerta Vallarta was a wonderful family trip. We loved all the time that we were able to spend with each other. </div>
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We opted to rent a condo instead of a hotel and it ended up being a very smart idea. We were able to preserve nap time for Easton and Ryan and I weren't strapped to a hotel room during that time. It was like a small apartment that had everything we needed. It was also on a quiet beach just a little South from town. For us, it was perfect. It was peaceful, comfortable and there was hardly anybody on the beach or pool, as it is the off season. From the pictures you can tell, it was pretty overcast as well. Normally, I would have wanted to see more sun, but considering we get so much in Queretaro, we were happy to have clouds while we played on the beach. There was actually a hurricane rolling through when we were there. Though "hurricane" sound intimidating, it usually doesn't mean more than some rain. For us it meant, about 2 hours of rain in the early evening. Something, I had no problem with! It was quite warm and humid. Strangely, I enjoyed some of the humidity. My skin and nails were loving it! haha. </div>
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We really didn't do too much. We were just happy to lounge around in bathing suits all day. It was so fun to do whatever we wanted without any responsibilities. This was the first time in four and a half years that we have had this! </div>
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We did venture out of the house daily to enjoy some of the surrounding activites. We went to town a couple times, shopped around, went to the Zoo and were sure to eat some fresh seafood, well at least for me. </div>
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Easton was a champ!! WOW! I never thought vacationing with him would be easier. He took two naps a day and was a very good boy while he was awake! Again, I loved the condo idea cause it allowed him to keep his schedule, and therefore be much happier. </div>
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We also drove to and from Puerta Vallarta. We were somewhat deceived with the distance. Many individuals who we had asked said that the trip was 6-7 hours long. Since we usually drive faster than the average Joe, I wasn't expecting to be in the car for any longer than 6 hours, but oh no!! It was 8.5 hours!! We got a little antsy towards the end of the trip but surprise surprise, it wasn't Easton asking if we were there yet, but Ryan!! haha. In fact, Easton was amazing the entire car ride! Again, I was so surprised and anticipating a stressful ride. Let me just say, I LOVE the Ipad! Easton watched his favorite movie 3-4 times each way. Between naps and the movies, you hardly knew he was in the backseat. ah, I love that kid!</div>
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So after all is said and done, the trip was wonderful! Ryan was totally in lala land with all the free time. We came back much closer as a family and rejuvenated for our daily lives!</div>
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This is about as close as Easton wanted to get to the waves. He didn't care for so much movement in his water!</div>
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<span id="goog_980315247"></span><span id="goog_980315248"></span>Hannah Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673346892892146764noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340556638373542762.post-85919614063300224142012-05-31T08:14:00.000-07:002012-05-31T08:14:17.747-07:00More Like a Journal Entry: Part two<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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More park time. Again this was about a month and a half ago. Funny enough, we haven't been back to the park for awhile. We really do love our time there, though. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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And here are two random pictures of this cute little boy. I swear he just gets cuter and cuter to me! I love his slight curly hair and gummy grin! Easton is now a year and two months. He is so sweet and still very cuddly. He has been a bit whiney lately, probably because he has molars and all sorts of teeth coming in. His mouth is exploding right now. Poor kid. He also randomly changes his words around. I am no longer mama, but niania. Not sure where this came from, but oh well. He also says, bye, Violet, Sit, Dada, Mmmm, Ma (for more), Baa ("for stop it" or "leave me alone"), and I love hearing his sweet voice making sing song sounds as he admires and loves any dog that may be around, I now notice that my voice probably sounds really similar to his sometimes. This week he has been picking up walking much better. He is a little bit of a late bloomer for this, but I must admit when I am at the store with him, I am very grateful for this!</div>
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I went AWOL for a little bit, but my blog is always still lingering in the back of my mind. So I will do a quick recap as to what the Frank family has been up to. There have been so many small events and celebrations, that I can hardly remember them all even from last week. I guess I will start with the big stuff. Well, since, Easton's birthday we have been busy with a visit from my Dad, my birthday, Ryan's birthday, Dia del Nino and a bunch of other things.</div>
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The day carried on somewhat mainstream and then for dinner we went to a restaurant on the lake and enjoyed dinner, just me, Fronk, and my Dad. I love eating out cause its such a great chance just to sit and talk without distractions. </div>
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When we got back, the most tender gift awaited. At about ten, we got a knock on the door. I was surprised to see one of the neighbor girls, Mariana, on my doorstep with a hot, homemade cake and an origami box with a homemade necklace. I about died. Her Mom was with her and said that her girls had wanted to do something special for my birthday (as she nodded her head towards Mariana, implying that she did most of it). She had been hard at work and finally had it ready at that late hour. This was such a sweet act of kindness, I could have teared up. (The picture above is with the cake and the necklace she made). Easton and I play with Mariana and her sisters nearly daily, as well as with another half dozen neighborhood kids. It is the sweetest feeling to hear the kids laughing outside and seeing Easton begging at the door to play with them. Everybody gets along so well, it is almost like a little Utopia in our neighborhood. Simply picture perfect. </div>
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The weeks before I started planning out his cake and party. I had wanted to use that Saturday previous to rent out a soccer field and have a game going and a bbq. Well, two weeks prior, Ryan announced that he would really like to go wake boarding for his birthday. As he needed to work on Monday, I knew it was going to have to be that Saturday. So, I botched the soccer idea. Then, a week later he changed his mind. Well, since his birthday falls on Children's day here, there was little hope of finding a soccer field available on such short notice. I wanted to take a cake to Ryan's work and sing there, but go figure the office was closed on Monday. I scrambled for another idea and tried getting a hold of friends to go bowling and eat cake on Saturday. Everybody was busy. Finally, I decided to have a lunch at our house on Monday and then take Ryan out that night with just the two of us. Well, the cake turned out okay, the hamburgers were yummy and our friends were able to come. It was a success. Couldn't believe what an ordeal that was turning out to be! ha. That night all the movies were sold out (which had been my plan since Ryan loves the movies), so we sat in a bookshop and talked about business ideas, another passion of Ryan's. Despite the setbacks, it was a wonderful day and I was so happy to celebrate Ryan's birthday the way we did. </div>
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Such a perfect best friend, husband, and Father for me and Easton. I couldn't have picked a better match or a more wonderful person to spend the eternities with. My life is all wrapped up in this man and I love that we can laugh, bicker, love, understand, learn, discover, and face life's challenges together.</div>
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In between these events, I made a large cake for our ward's Dia del Nino celebration. We also had a nice Saturday afternoon at the theme park here (its geared towards kids). Here is a picture of Easton and I on the train on the left. Easton had, yet another haircut (picture on the right) and got a toy and red star on his forehead for being such a good boy. I had to post one of those pics! </div>
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A couple of Saturdays ago we also decided to tackle a project we have been wanting to do. We bought all the materials to make another countertop. This picture below was before we finished the sides and top. I needed to put the stuff in before it was finished and Easton had a ball for the next few days, taking everything out and putting everything back in. Lovely. </div>
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I have been putting it off because I didn't want to send Easton to a child care place while I worked out, till he was old enough. Well, he's old enough, but now there is no gym with child care. Long story, short, the one I had picked out didnt pan out. So, I joined my old gym and go to the early morning class while Ryan watches Easton. Why didn't I do this earlier!?!? </div><div>Anyways that was fun this morning... except the barking lady who wanted my knees kicked up higher. I don't think she knows that I have been sedentary for the past year and nine months! I am sure I will get my knees up higher in the weeks to come. Right now I am just ecstatic that I can manage to jump around for an hour and still catch enough breath not to pass out!</div><div>Now... on to planting flowers out front... isn't my life so exciting? </div>Hannah Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673346892892146764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340556638373542762.post-20167914504034764572012-03-16T09:25:00.010-07:002012-03-30T10:04:41.562-07:00My baby turned one!!!<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbfgFUcwTqV5MUg6RkMQAdLzGSldwaJbUl6xngmkiBe7lph465-iNHlzNJrePRi5DH-W34ejrUL7QQvD63oSo0_gdca01vIM0VjhjvmcsqMZ9HpeYuBKLNNNWMhoCk7LhKcXmJzHlskQk/s1600/Eastonturnsone.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbfgFUcwTqV5MUg6RkMQAdLzGSldwaJbUl6xngmkiBe7lph465-iNHlzNJrePRi5DH-W34ejrUL7QQvD63oSo0_gdca01vIM0VjhjvmcsqMZ9HpeYuBKLNNNWMhoCk7LhKcXmJzHlskQk/s400/Eastonturnsone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724995223027599906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 202px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Day One Year One</span></div><div><br /></div>Where did the time go!? I am sure many mother's feel the same when there baby's turn one, cause I totally want to cry at the thought. My friend laughed when I told her the thought was depressing to me, but it's true. First birthday today, leaving on a mission tomorrow! Okay okay, I may be jumping the gun a little, but I just can't get over how big he is getting!<div>So at one, here are a few fun facts about Bool...</div><div>1. He still LOVES books and has since he was about two months old, I kid you not.</div><div>2. He is a GREAT cuddler and a very sweet boy. Oftentimes when he is playing, he will just randomly take a break to crawl to me and hug me for a couple minutes. Then he will resume right where he left off with his toys.</div><div>3. He loves to climb these days and never ceases to surprise me when I find him on the desk, in a basket or somehow weaseled himself into all the clean, folded laundry</div><div>4. He has six teeth in! and more on the way.</div><div>5. Eats like a bird... it takes him an hour or two to finish a six ounce bottle as he only eats an ounce or two at a time. And though eating has been a challenge with Easton since day one, I was shocked and extremely grateful when that one sweet Monday rolled around when Easton decided to wean himself. He went from four mom feedings a day to one, which only existed to help myself with my milk anti-production. I could almost cry with how easy that was!!!</div><div>6. Has sweet brown curls on the back of his head. I keep his hair trimmed but most likely will not be cutting these locks for a long time. I love the shag!</div><div>7. Gets extra excited when there is any kind of animal around. He LOVES pets! especially Violet! They are each other's pals.</div><div>8. which brings me to number eight... he LOVES balls, especially holding onto my finger and running after the ball to kick it. He lets out a hearty laugh when Violet gets involved! He loves to kick the ball and watch Violet run after it and try to mouth it. Priceless happiness, right there!</div><div>9. Easton loves older kids and now twice, in the past week, has crawled over to two different teenagers to give them a two minute hug!</div><div>10. Prefers Men over Women. He oftentimes will gravitate towards men, though he always stays close to Mom.</div><div>11. Dirt, dirt, dirt. In his fingernails, around his lips, and even better is when its mud. If he is having a hard day, I just throw him in a pile of dirt and it makes all the rainclouds go away.</div><div>12. Also, Water! puddles, smearing water around, really, anything wet! He loves to feel liquid in his fingers.</div><div>13. He is not an avid TV watcher, but thoroughly enjoys Baby Einstein. Consequently, so do I:)</div><div>14. He started sleeping through the night. He did it on his own several times a month ago, but I gave him a little shove the past week. I just let him cry it out, if he wakes up.</div><div>15. Has always been exactly average in height and weight, until Christmas. He dropped dramatically in weight and a bit in height, I am assuming cause he was sick for a month. He has been shooting back up to perfectly average again.</div><div>16. Is still not into solids, but does eat his vegetables and fruit purees pretty well. He also enjoys bread, pasta sauce, soda (guilty), and pretty much whatever we are eating.</div><div>17. Doesn't say words, but has started repeating Baba (bottle), and as soon as I say it he gets really excited if he's hungry. He also is starting to get Dada and often repeats it and looks for Dad.</div><div>18. Doesn't walk. For walking, he is just being lazy. He pitches a fit if I don't let him walk around with my finger, or if I try to take my finger away when he is walking. Though, most of the time he barely leans on it or uses it. It's just his safety net. Though he does take a step or two between furniture and if we get him started in the right direction will take a few steps to Ryan or I when we hold our hands out.</div><div>19. Loves being tossed around and thrown on beds.</div><div>20. Loves to give kisses and gets jealous if he catches Ryan stealing one from me. He will speed crawl over, pull Dad away and then starts to give me kisses. This really gets Ryan and I rolling in laughter.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We celebrated his birthday three times! The first one was a couple weeks early with my family in Wisconsin. He opened gifts and made a huge mess with his cake. Classic.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNZYKpqD2ciGEZuBF_o_gblCIh58kHB95T6CnqsSvPLTs4G1g2_fSG3x7aiUlVHi1iI9o04Wa3nPns0c8-hwNZNC8XEXQIpEhIVvXN-C4JmE99ZKPjwAa3SlDeQKmUDvjToM_di7ovMEk/s1600/Bool+and+cake.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNZYKpqD2ciGEZuBF_o_gblCIh58kHB95T6CnqsSvPLTs4G1g2_fSG3x7aiUlVHi1iI9o04Wa3nPns0c8-hwNZNC8XEXQIpEhIVvXN-C4JmE99ZKPjwAa3SlDeQKmUDvjToM_di7ovMEk/s400/Bool+and+cake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725735295107820226" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">The big picture, is after Easton twirled around on his butt in the cake. It was pretty caked on:)</span></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">He also got a Thomas the Train tent. He LOVES it and I highly recommend it to other mothers with a one year old. Peek-a-Boo just got better!</span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvRIRYYCVSpZKgmbOXxgyjNUUF0D5ouKyWjs6vtq4ogMtEND-kd3UFK2uzGLLZuQz3HrjsEHYDRw2uIMQnHaHCRE0j-oAXIApPbtX6Qk5c3Q2wgaA4k_AIXKb9opmxt23mLFv2rtIIE50/s400/SAM_0032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725725730419771010" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">On his actual birthday we went for ice cream. Though he didn't want much of it.</span></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRp7SanmFqAwTqy-T9aQOG4rqdVgIrLgevcoNHfhWqmMamwasfOUGyS1HPpYeWCusTacXsrrMxZKNP46C5NXimbZ27k5Ydt0G_zxg6Qij2i_E_DtWZ9s8lWqNBq9ZnIWXc0oyIW30ZiTc/s400/IMG_9027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725727788683131442" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Then, that weekend we went to Bicentenario with friends where he went on his first roller coaster. We also went swimming and ate cake again.</span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp_SdPLb14BX9U4jsAFvP9ynbU8iYVM1_rd7tJqZqgnTejglAXsnFlr8FTmoFKLLP6ygZ2MJiYuxlq_QGKErNjnKmjw_XhDmYtncUI5PbEjjI-J7H0toGqCrbnJgO_rZNvXe0aKZAH-Tw/s1600/IMG_9314.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp_SdPLb14BX9U4jsAFvP9ynbU8iYVM1_rd7tJqZqgnTejglAXsnFlr8FTmoFKLLP6ygZ2MJiYuxlq_QGKErNjnKmjw_XhDmYtncUI5PbEjjI-J7H0toGqCrbnJgO_rZNvXe0aKZAH-Tw/s400/IMG_9314.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725735158939472466" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><u><br /></u></span></div></div>Hannah Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673346892892146764noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340556638373542762.post-75835539367594802922012-03-16T09:18:00.007-07:002012-03-25T15:12:44.050-07:00Making a Prince Charming<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhynA1SE2aGzJui-Pt2NL1pefn1iZp4vJoES6Z1AMpem0S2Ksnu6JMBBbi6kX-Kbzfd47dqDvtVnyR1a57VokxqyjjGTbvL6_mg_yLwOSRkLZHtLG3t9h-uF4MbUYca7JcoXI3qJ34ZENY/s400/pants+and+bow+ties.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720607928245972178" /><div>So, before all the Texas partying was a sewing machine and a girl attempting to sew a bow tie and pants. A couple months prior, I got it in my brain to make matching bow ties for Easton and his friend, Tate to use at the wedding. So, shortly thereafter I borrowed my friends machine, googled a couple tutorials and voila! haha, kinda. The pants I made, because for the life of me I couldn't find any black 12 mo-old pants, and they were a bit of a beast to make. But after much thread pulling and resewing they turned out pretty well. I basically made up my patterns for everything and hoped for the best. It was a little adventure and I admit that I was kinda excited to learn something new. Not exactly the most life saving talent, but it was fun and now I know that I can do it.<div>So here is one very cute boy all done up in the garb.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU9TvZUkIInVDn5JQOlnra1H1pakE_-q8KOzCiEgAyNq4yiDaqAPJ4pbIw9gLOcJ84XLHDIl1tPTMYK-eTh266WsQjTumBlKnoMi3cFULWFGUO-7kaat5xlnEX9joi1hm4Y6j6toJF44w/s400/IMG_8828.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720609107268000674" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div></div></div>Hannah Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673346892892146764noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340556638373542762.post-29374443111445654042012-03-16T08:54:00.014-07:002012-03-21T09:20:59.389-07:00Bow ties and lace dresses<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1RRjNENzw6YKlifoXzEGhwElehn2T00RBum2fdCawuTx24Ia_cFyySXtyZWE6V-VrY2NoUuz63dD8q_-od2qVZ9cR5N0qbvRkXHgA8yndSHkjsk7jH5XYTj_04_dHCjLQ1Ro2eFIQYXw/s1600/wedding+compilation.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq0-DnqLrr4ltelp-T2xlVw83NmfYOqZtzHrwzWBavpELNE1uNC-oOkkzbKTADzo6yPUIWG1LHKJDSzhBN6Ucz5R4WTOk6YK8AqrA5d2cW5t5XDU8k4II_NDL1MTvo2bE3G-C0MCs4ep8/s400/IMG_8866.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720615539836728402" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuIewpTj6c2EcnMqUI0dL2VO0mZINVv_y0WHjXg_JWcbMyRCDpAxyQ-Hi6nI4JY7vem0YWo80V6jd4diyrjcM8TYCQpQI4GtVSgB1eQOdHrQpdKPUWRv28hdGWghYXiQenxv6c3CZRcQs/s1600/IMG_8682.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Yayyyyy! My BFF got hitched! <div>Laura made a beautiful bride, one that few could hold a candle to. She got married next to a river in Texas where giant oak trees line the water and rolling hills keep it hidden. It was GORGEOUS! </div><div>I really think this could be one of my favorite places in this world. Completely peaceful and quaint. It is found outside a small town called Kerrville. </div><div><br /></div><div>The wedding party and family all stayed at a cute ranch just up the street from the location. Easton and I came up a couple days early, which was bitter-sweet. I am so glad I did because I feel like I got to see Laura before the party started. I love one-on-one time. At the same time, having Easton with me made it a bit more complicated, especially since he wasn't cooperating on the car rides and refused to sit with anyone but me. Poor little guy was not taking the vacation well and that left a very tired mother. We made the best of it though and carried on. </div><div>A few days after we arrived, all the bridesmaids and friends hit up a spa and the following day we threw a shower. Here are some of those pics...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuIewpTj6c2EcnMqUI0dL2VO0mZINVv_y0WHjXg_JWcbMyRCDpAxyQ-Hi6nI4JY7vem0YWo80V6jd4diyrjcM8TYCQpQI4GtVSgB1eQOdHrQpdKPUWRv28hdGWghYXiQenxv6c3CZRcQs/s400/IMG_8682.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720611791928792146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbd-9hCMSyVGOuCmSHQyGeqnXcDyUQ7nEESjkiZ0nWyfqu3VPscDjv6xSvUWPOL2WQYOrOybyB-39XKiKhIZiQCMD9QOqfHl-d25IdN9IIRKVmnwITPmshrCKSeHr2Xk3o-iMHgH6JHMQ/s400/bach+party.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722377501772566098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 202px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ryan came in on Friday to help hold down the fort and boy was I glad to have him! He helped a bunch with Easton and I even managed an eight hour night of sleep when he came in. Ryan loved Texas with all the hills and country music. It was fun to see him so happy.</div><div><br /></div><div>Easton also made a new friend on the trip. Angela, a friend of mine, brought her little boy Tate, who is three weeks younger than Easton. It was SO fun to see the two together. Though, they are still figuring out how to play with other kids, I think they enjoyed having the other around. </div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ2sjdCrEDgXOQvLi85HldJ52lFgmt3z78sjKwQliVDBiJL6VJTrTaTPTSaAdhdJ-B5heG8_SRTBKwQtPIz0-fcmC8-Ja4Jo7c0Czz_kb5Zqc3C2XPlW5ttvu7MEa8DkVmPpl9P36Uwd8/s400/IMG_8760.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720613374242322274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Angela and Tate getting ready for the wedding</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbzIJg6vLcaEnL8r7D-53GT5daOe7q9o71DJpGLZHm-5PgB9Txakfq4YNWCOdc6WhK-p6oQ26N0bTcnGIXdzKKBfYUIDKgyWTAQSLHbRHWdzDVFjIfW0Q1WMZ0UrfbqYOMDpQahCdb-kw/s400/Easton+and+Tate+Collage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720613777561854898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 202px; " /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">The boys tearing it up after the bridal shower...</span></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Then on Saturday was when all the fun stuff happened. Right before sunset, Laura and John got married under a giant oak tree on the river. It was beautiful and I couldn't help but tear up a bit. Fran sang a hymn in her goose bump-giving voice and then we all headed up to the tent for dinner and dancing. Angela and I raced the boys home and came back to our circle of friends in time for the food. Shortly after, I made a fool of myself attempting a toast. I was totally in a whirlwind and ended up baring my testimony of our friendship. Awesome. Moving along... John and his friend dedicated a charming song to Laura. We danced, laughed and chatted to neighbors. It was a lovely wedding and very well put together. My hat goes off to Laura and her family for creating such a movie set.</div><div>Behind the scenes were her mother stringing lights and putting finishing touches on the grounds till wee hours of the morning, Grandparents cooing at Easton, and little boys running around having great fun watching the ducks and fishing on the river. Sounds about right, no?</div><div>Congrats Laura and John! LOVE YOU!</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1RRjNENzw6YKlifoXzEGhwElehn2T00RBum2fdCawuTx24Ia_cFyySXtyZWE6V-VrY2NoUuz63dD8q_-od2qVZ9cR5N0qbvRkXHgA8yndSHkjsk7jH5XYTj_04_dHCjLQ1Ro2eFIQYXw/s1600/wedding+compilation.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1RRjNENzw6YKlifoXzEGhwElehn2T00RBum2fdCawuTx24Ia_cFyySXtyZWE6V-VrY2NoUuz63dD8q_-od2qVZ9cR5N0qbvRkXHgA8yndSHkjsk7jH5XYTj_04_dHCjLQ1Ro2eFIQYXw/s400/wedding+compilation.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722385043911952162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Getting Ready!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2GqDB_XnXheKnalRplLgYUMxjQcUcFvJsJZ2a4B2m_M1K7iVNiCN5Cjs-SXGPm15yXlwh3-v9E-3207qHxJDUj8zsdVFaxk-yQugT_syPLZnmo_oCOZubMsN8w7sDXm4mbUqW3fbBkAI/s1600/IMG_8865.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2GqDB_XnXheKnalRplLgYUMxjQcUcFvJsJZ2a4B2m_M1K7iVNiCN5Cjs-SXGPm15yXlwh3-v9E-3207qHxJDUj8zsdVFaxk-yQugT_syPLZnmo_oCOZubMsN8w7sDXm4mbUqW3fbBkAI/s400/IMG_8865.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722380998185990402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Here comes the bride!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCHF-vdBFMTCndlH9v0mIOu7Txq_ChP9Zo0S5YqWO_zQCjwsN9AzRNrnad1ASnGYy1jxD4pq8n2PbmrdEVfsdwLUQyHtwjXOcjTuemqOKtlTpuUsY6cKeeFbruKjcnnOORKl3aomKhq-E/s1600/IMG_8879.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCHF-vdBFMTCndlH9v0mIOu7Txq_ChP9Zo0S5YqWO_zQCjwsN9AzRNrnad1ASnGYy1jxD4pq8n2PbmrdEVfsdwLUQyHtwjXOcjTuemqOKtlTpuUsY6cKeeFbruKjcnnOORKl3aomKhq-E/s400/IMG_8879.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722384308329917458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">And the crowd goes wild!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2GqDB_XnXheKnalRplLgYUMxjQcUcFvJsJZ2a4B2m_M1K7iVNiCN5Cjs-SXGPm15yXlwh3-v9E-3207qHxJDUj8zsdVFaxk-yQugT_syPLZnmo_oCOZubMsN8w7sDXm4mbUqW3fbBkAI/s1600/IMG_8865.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5sKnNnOaV6j1-A57ssKhnZCWBvgBq_5CJOsJd1oiyqEKRbaBU-2rQI9pgwkWECfEqPsXjhqybri4gbB6d79ff6Y90VAqo7TBz4kY7dXb2qbO7oMfvV6L5VUYNngFOlXUWLXtuBy6bpsM/s400/IMG_8937.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722376648193391410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">First Dance</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiwbVf_i8XoM-y-deYRcXupJyX8TNgKJEZvOQXO07UBAR7sJRM5Tspa87oNHTH-tg5TKoeQAVoT5Lf4OtF2jA8xlF0aFy0if9Rmz2R716ARVr0qpObAsq-SzX18muMrgriX8-5PoMXMhw/s400/IMG_8945.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722102682316673410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Partay!</span></div>Hannah Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673346892892146764noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340556638373542762.post-69040906488821916802012-03-16T08:44:00.007-07:002012-03-16T09:42:36.056-07:00Robbie Visited!<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 136px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikgl-IFxyqQK-0kIKVIUneGo3B0miQdorsMkhWRXOYmbBSNQTVMhMRKChYP5kVCxj_lLPQOwlJ7DYOoScHuNWiztF6EkfaLfjOy-BcgnV1wqj2GUwWvresqEGEOw_EI2duzC7o9rxG4m8/s400/Roberta+and+Bool.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720529539332422098" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Hugs and Kisses from Bool to his Uncle Robbie</span></div><div><br />Robbie came to visit us a few weeks ago. It was SO fun to have him!<div>Robbie is one of my fav relatives because I feel like I can be so me around him. Which basically means that I am just ridiculously sarcastic around him. He is a great brother and Ryan and I had a lot of good chats with him.</div><div><br /></div><div>I feel like we were a bit more laid back with Robbie's visited, and ended up taking him to church activities, to play soccer, etc. Though we were sure to hit up the taco stands as frequently as we could and we def made a trip to the Geiser (which are those hot pots that we have taken Brit and Shawn and Brandon and Sarah to as well. They keep requesting it for the next siblings who come down. It is a really fun place).</div><div><br /></div><div>Robbie also seemed to take lots of naps while he was here. What is with these Franks and naps?!:) My favorite pictures are the ones below, where Easton is waking Robbie up from one of those said naps. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Smacking Robbie's face and pulling on his hair... "Time to wake up Uncle Robbie!" </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">(and I promise that these actions are strangely ones of endearment)</span></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 136px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOMfZwE2qXEyuODjzcqPSOXEZ9EtJcPOXrFhWgmlyToIIHNsJDlgqGgfPReGvo6aeLk6KJjKkIR5JV_IhIteWkqbu-MzGC-fFrtqOILQebvq_7fMxtDJZq9x7M88qS3bO66tU7PDtdrgc/s400/Bool+and+Robbie+smack.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720535683973342226" /></div></div>Hannah Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673346892892146764noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340556638373542762.post-4823378881477422992012-03-12T09:29:00.000-07:002012-03-12T09:51:03.803-07:00Where to begin!?So,<br />we have been busy!<br />Ryan picked up Easton and I from the airport on Saturday from our two week trip to Texas and Wisconsin. I had been up since four that morning and crashed at a ripe 8:30 and didn't wake up for another twelve hours. The return trip was fine, but just a little tricky with a little kid. Thankfully, the four hour flight was accompanied by a young neighbor who was so tolerant of Easton throwing his chewed up cookie on him and incessant attempts to touch his sweater, earphones and just about anything else. Easton has also started kicking the seat in front of him where ever we are and no matter how quick I am to pull his feet away he successfully gets a jab or two in. Poor airplane folk. <div>Besides that I somehow managed to haul three suitcases, a jumbo car seat, and a squirmy child through customs and immigration. That is always the anticipated part! It all worked with ease though and somehow I managed to keep up my energy. </div><div>As I saw Ryan pull up to the curb to pick us up, it was like a glowing angel exited the car to come rescue me. ahh, I love Fronk! The ride home was nice to share, especially considering that waiting at home for us were four guests from Utah. One of several families stayed with us for the Youth Tremestral program this weekend. They were so kind and very easy to have around. When I woke up that following morning, the one after the 12 hour slumber, I found a rose on the kitchen counter with all the dishes done. That about sums up this family. So awesome. They left this morning and now I remember just how quiet this house can be. It's nice to be home and I am anxious to finish weaning Easton and get this kid sleeping through the night, but I do miss all the fun we have had. </div><div>I have about a half dozen more posts coming from the past three weeks. Oh yes, they have been busy and eventful. So stay tuned for more updates!</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh and one last thing... have I mentioned that Ryan and I will now be staying in Mexico until January? This last trip made me sad to wait another 9 months to go home, but on the flip side, I am ecstatic to enjoy some more amazing weather and tacos. It is a balmy 70 degrees with the birds singing. AND I no longer need to lather on the lotion from dry skin, nope the weather is just right! such a highlight, no? :)</div><div>So many mixed emotions from the news, though. I was looking forward to going home and was getting everything rolling in that direction, but at the same time the news brought a bit of relief and happiness to spend a little more time here. I think I am sixes about where we are right now, but more than anything I am a bit jostled from all this whiplash of "we're staying" "we're going" "we're staying" "we're going". I just want to get the show on the road no matter where we are. So as my resolution to settle a little more here, I am signing up for a gym pass next week and planting flowers in the front yard. nine months shnine months:)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Hannah Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673346892892146764noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340556638373542762.post-69309259338313848912012-02-25T08:56:00.008-08:002012-02-25T09:10:23.871-08:00di BlasioSo For V day this year, Ryan surprised me and took me to a concert of some dude named Di Blasio. He is a pianist and since Ryan and I are big fans of piano music it sounded like a good idea. When we entered the auditorium, where he was playing, we were surprised to see how packed it was. Who was this guy anyway ?<div>We sat down and after the guy played his first song we both just looked at each other and smiled. This was going to be good. and it was! He was an incredible pianist and I got chills from several of his songs. The most impressive moment of the night was a song where his hands were moving so fast that it showed up on the side monitors as a blur. Seriously looked like he was karate chopping the instrument. It was incredible. I took a video of the ceiling just to record the music. Enjoy the karate chop part! (also, this is the very end of the karate chopping, but he seriously hacked that instrument for prob a good solid 60 seconds, at least)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/37019041?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0" webkitallowfullscreen="" mozallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /></div><div>This pianist was a very sarcastic Argentine, so he totally knew how to run the show. I feel like some of his music is a little dated with the backup insturments, but his piano music was classic and truly beautiful. I love watching artists perform, it gets me all gitty. You could really FEEL the music when this man touched the keys. </div><div>It was a romantic night and since it was V Day, he played the majority romance music. It was very sweet. Here is a little jig of romance too. </div><div>Enjoy!</div><div><br /><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/36973149?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0" webkitallowfullscreen="" mozallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>ps, nice job this V Day Fronk! </div>Hannah Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673346892892146764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340556638373542762.post-39804985530932316192012-02-13T07:28:00.000-08:002012-02-13T07:53:51.875-08:00Happy 4th Sweetheart!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAUJMnpQDtl7YZAgoqWpjvsNvml9ZgIavLQw2NKwzZV_JQsX9Of8Kpr4C29fS1ey9JJzcWKCkAF5LWcKAcjWYLwl0yWVmmen0CvagolvzxiIE5DrJqWfHTVf9oaSbYXfQFEWRaNdmZVfI/s1600/IMG_8568.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAUJMnpQDtl7YZAgoqWpjvsNvml9ZgIavLQw2NKwzZV_JQsX9Of8Kpr4C29fS1ey9JJzcWKCkAF5LWcKAcjWYLwl0yWVmmen0CvagolvzxiIE5DrJqWfHTVf9oaSbYXfQFEWRaNdmZVfI/s400/IMG_8568.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708645766356540690" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">like my new boots? thanks for the anniversary gift Fronk!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><u><br /></u></span></div><br />Ryan and I just came up on our fourth anniversary. <div>We enjoyed a mellow weekend, considering that our anniversary landed on a Sunday this year. On Saturday night we went out for dinner. I had originally wanted to go to a place called Maria y su Bici, but considering that it is mostly outdoors and the rain has barely stopped this weekend, we decided to skip that one. We didn't really have a back up so we went to check out a little French restaurant. We decided it would be better to visit that place for lunch. Finally we opted for an Argentine Parrilla, that always smells so good when we pass it. Well, go figure, we valet the car get inside and it's a family restaurant with a play area and kids running around. Not exactly what I had in mind, but oh well. Again, it was an extremely mellow weekend, and instead of stessing the small stuff, I was content to just go and do whatever happened. </div><div>The next morning we had our traditional anniversary breakfast, but again instead of going all out, we opted for simple waffles loaded with berries and whipped cream. Berries are hard to come by here (except strawberries), so this was a treat. </div><div>That afternoon we had church and since Ryan is in the bishopric, he goes to church early and stays late. It makes for a long day. I asked him if he wouldn't mind handing off some of the responsibilities just this once so that we could go home at a normal time and enjoy a nice picnic in the park. We LOVE the park, oh, have I already mentioned that a million times in other posts?! sorry. Well, as I said, it rained the WHOLE weekend, so that one got Xd out. Instead, Ryan finished his responsibilities at church and came home to a nice meal filled with his favorite cheeses. Cheese seems to be another tradition for our anniversary, since it tends to make the man happy (and also, he just so happens to fall in love with the expensive french stuff, so he sees it lightly throughout the year). </div><div>Anyways, that just about sums up the majority of our celebrating. It was much more low key than what we have done in the past, but for some reason, it was just right this year. Just simply doing what sounded best and if things got messed up, oh well. I must say, that with an attitude like this, I would definitely say our marriage is maturing. Just content with a mellow weekend with each other and our little Easton. </div>Hannah Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673346892892146764noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340556638373542762.post-87876825045608396432012-02-05T14:30:00.000-08:002012-02-06T08:33:47.763-08:00Shawn, Britney and Mexico!<div>We had a fantastic week with Shawn and Britney. They left yesterday and the house seems so empty since then. I really loved the time we had with them and wish it wasn't over yet!</div><div>We spent a couple days in Queretaro and a couple outside of the city. The first two days we went to Centro, the parks, drank Horchata and indulged in tacos! </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This first picture was at a park in Centro. It was so funny cause after walking around a bit, Britney and I spotted a television camera. Instinctively we tried to make a big circle around them, to avoid them. The two dudes and the camera guy, instead, walked towards us. They asked if they could interview us for galavision on televisa. Sure, why not? It was awesome. We had Violet with us and not two seconds after the camera started rolling and the guy started to ask us why we like Queretaro, Violet started to lick her crotch. A few minutes later she was sniffing the man's crotch. Hahaha. Ryan just kept laughing and I was trying to discreetly mumble to him to pull her away. Yup, that would be the Franks for you. We had also previously mentioned to the guys that Brit and Shawn don't speak Spanish. He told them just to say "si" after any question he aimed at them. They unsuredly kept saying "si" throughout the questions, it was pretty funny! oh what a good memory!</div><div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSJQvt8ACDHDVOJ467-5GhYJoSrqJ364aJw1glYKUSb7Fm7Rimy4yLxXY__iBN1Q1kxyfDLJWCMiUtSVWHEB80U9dhtbyq91wpnHT_j1L7WX4IZXxSl2YwodSuTne9mzyeiCQFzaOpEwM/s400/IMG_8488.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705786893492396338" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 136px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKtC2F6ngk1gpSbYBFVmuNYYhpouvaHRfgFq9YxuXrXpF6VZuM1bs1r4JT8sJvkPVDGYctGtIg_HlT0rJBm409E1cPNh3IlBrX7AzQx24Jt9zhXNnMX7Hxh6_ImvJYHIGWi3wZSg2ayGw/s400/Picn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705788952528408018" /><br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Now what visit to Mexico could be complete without a visit to the taco stands!? They were, as usual, amazing. I also remembered to take my camera with us this time to have pictures of one of our favorite places in Queretaro, the stand with the "green guys". On a side note, Ryan and I made a calendar of all the places we will visit one last time before we move. Of course tacos is on the list a few times. When we went a couple weeks ago, I forgot my camera, but I will try to remember to take pictures of the other spots we have on the calendar and get them blogged.</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3U1l6Tt4p0UXkNHNeGHsb4KW3OAj99agBcFJvHPQGblb1OGNDOZf-A1jFm44hKD9ZYnOk3Me5_T0Ar79zVPbfMmWnE7QptMe__hV48MaZLYyHCp0xFMO_5ejlARHPetzBQM8kMnA7VSs/s400/IMG_8522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705788465774555538" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijxy2gY16wLFd8IE-33bw83QGhLgepbVyfAia8AODfrV7KpxLDTSx2mZ8R_2A-ZmyQc7xKmWawlWyd_uiBK2bHZxaZ1KfAcvsk20Uow8SK0nnXAHFGUVL90Xb9VQn5BLAvz3VvcCvBPTc/s1600/Pcv+v+collage.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 368px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijxy2gY16wLFd8IE-33bw83QGhLgepbVyfAia8AODfrV7KpxLDTSx2mZ8R_2A-ZmyQc7xKmWawlWyd_uiBK2bHZxaZ1KfAcvsk20Uow8SK0nnXAHFGUVL90Xb9VQn5BLAvz3VvcCvBPTc/s400/Pcv+v+collage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705789740862825698" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Mmmm, the big hunk of meat in the picture on the right, is the meat for tacos al Pastor, my absolute favorite! I could eat them every night!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_IPEiXgNIveXP5BKwD2zcvOitHUFQU88tVoVk6DsvpqtJe2DPJF27xgrGKds2PwU89b6Yw-KSIcYaFUDnNDeKPnQOrivKzuaFbI30ya43umJVk5XrC3pXUKv4ik8vuE0kiAbyhfxoRdo/s1600/IMG_8538.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_IPEiXgNIveXP5BKwD2zcvOitHUFQU88tVoVk6DsvpqtJe2DPJF27xgrGKds2PwU89b6Yw-KSIcYaFUDnNDeKPnQOrivKzuaFbI30ya43umJVk5XrC3pXUKv4ik8vuE0kiAbyhfxoRdo/s400/IMG_8538.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705789627687391682" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">MMMMmmm, Salsa!! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We also took two day trips. One was to the geyser, which is where we had taken Brandon and Sarah when they visited. It's where this geyser fills maybe thirty pools of varying sizes. They have little cabanas and you just sit around hanging out and soaking in hot water. Easton LOVES it and was in the water almost the whole time. There is also a very daring zip line that I described in the post with Brandon and Sarah, back in November. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The second day trip was to Leon, where there are large malls of shoes. It is soo fun and every time I go I think of a few of my sisters and mothers, cause I know they would just love it! Britney is one of those and it was so fun to show her. The girl for sure did some damage. The trunk full of shoes is majority hers:)</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQYif9QOLJc7_wRCZ4qWRY4j8k5ERAErLp4-mPGQxBmsgF649jFnBW77Eqky6H3X0Gl0UdqYo1DpDxkeaB_Cgmm_za72OlF_Ki1UsHuA6did7f01saglCmjd5q04KjwHsaDiXoNhEPx8s/s1600/SAM_0001.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQYif9QOLJc7_wRCZ4qWRY4j8k5ERAErLp4-mPGQxBmsgF649jFnBW77Eqky6H3X0Gl0UdqYo1DpDxkeaB_Cgmm_za72OlF_Ki1UsHuA6did7f01saglCmjd5q04KjwHsaDiXoNhEPx8s/s400/SAM_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705783700510014946" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you Britney and Shawn, for visiting us!!! We had so much fun and are missing you two so much!! You are excellent guests and I felt like I went on vacation to you instead of vice versa! Thank you for all your patience with me and Easton! (He was pretty clingy and whiney while they were here. I wish those teeth would just come in already! )</div>Hannah Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673346892892146764noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340556638373542762.post-14035475467709498872012-01-25T12:44:00.000-08:002012-01-28T14:07:41.777-08:00A few of his Favorite things...<div>Okay, so this post is about Easton again. Surprise, surprise. But really, let's face it, this boy takes way cuter pictures than me or Ryan. Here are just a few recents of Easton-bul. He has been a gem lately and we even just found tooth #3 poking through! He's started sleeping through the nights, plays more independently, and is such a cuddler. I love these golden times!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Here are some of Easton's favorites lately...</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ3ODrT9xf_SSo2pOE3rYg-yau4rzhoMb-ro0QCNkwek5a1dgJXxWHHAjmj1n1vCkPR2YVmoI2gThzP5FiJNIoIerh0vutspod5KSOwEPZMZtV-khkKaEQdSFnnURvh8mZ3M_dv4-fG8o/s1600/IMG_8400.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ3ODrT9xf_SSo2pOE3rYg-yau4rzhoMb-ro0QCNkwek5a1dgJXxWHHAjmj1n1vCkPR2YVmoI2gThzP5FiJNIoIerh0vutspod5KSOwEPZMZtV-khkKaEQdSFnnURvh8mZ3M_dv4-fG8o/s400/IMG_8400.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701783653856393746" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; ">Well, he loves his Grandpa and Momma. He also loves the colorful mats we put in our living room. Classy, huh? I swore I wouldn't be that kind, but it has been SO much nicer with them as Easton has been learning to crawl and walk. The tile just isn't his friend and the rug just wasn't large enough.</span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtsyf_uSMDEPJUUr9h6IkWcE5zwgrJgBOkuj2BVlaEHbJ2RBqfi_37mzcKAopy2XwQn1IKAThLNQ_3Mv4rj6ugtuHUk3due0gs9qqXx_daVbxKxc-6s8SomtNF87BxI0Uwwa3NERUz93w/s1600/IMG_8463.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtsyf_uSMDEPJUUr9h6IkWcE5zwgrJgBOkuj2BVlaEHbJ2RBqfi_37mzcKAopy2XwQn1IKAThLNQ_3Mv4rj6ugtuHUk3due0gs9qqXx_daVbxKxc-6s8SomtNF87BxI0Uwwa3NERUz93w/s400/IMG_8463.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701682918137523314" /></a>Holy cow does this kid LOVE water. He could sit in the hose and play all day if I let him. Sometimes he gasps for air as the water can be quite cold. But that doesn't deter him, instead it throws him in a fit of giggles. <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfyRQINoJzzcLPxU8Ucj32Az9mGaVUS-x56iAtFiKLOUy8OJqC2jkyWOAuXE8bLs-EI1Oh1XIOyyNoGe00POQ1wFPeDAzro60xuEIoBo8ffoSYiZmEZlcA_maMiRjXjxq7_M2bqzWHZG4/s1600/IMG_8475.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfyRQINoJzzcLPxU8Ucj32Az9mGaVUS-x56iAtFiKLOUy8OJqC2jkyWOAuXE8bLs-EI1Oh1XIOyyNoGe00POQ1wFPeDAzro60xuEIoBo8ffoSYiZmEZlcA_maMiRjXjxq7_M2bqzWHZG4/s400/IMG_8475.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701682908472680498" /></a>He pretty much loves anything that squishes through his fingers, but especially loves guava (passion fruit). It's not only squishy, but he loves the flavor.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixwSxVVYuyNxqZB3y2wIixZqTLflSnhZQ1VvPsmTVSH7YglhzkewBVIEADqn8W20PGHz1CORYKJyQG4b6zVjFhrUGCqt3tqGctabFOUdzwGiDF_K2TSkRQZz6Vn5DtusBwy2ak_nn4kSM/s1600/Picnik+collage.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixwSxVVYuyNxqZB3y2wIixZqTLflSnhZQ1VvPsmTVSH7YglhzkewBVIEADqn8W20PGHz1CORYKJyQG4b6zVjFhrUGCqt3tqGctabFOUdzwGiDF_K2TSkRQZz6Vn5DtusBwy2ak_nn4kSM/s400/Picnik+collage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701680735718949618" /></a>Easton has more fun playing with his Dad than any other toy available. He gets so excited when Ryan gets home. You would think I was torturing him all day the way he speed crawls to his feet when he walks in the door. They are each other's toys.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Hannah Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673346892892146764noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340556638373542762.post-49653556875823265392012-01-20T12:14:00.001-08:002012-01-20T12:29:42.263-08:00Mustaches for Big Boys<div style="text-align: center;">This week has been another week of firsts for Easton. First off, we started giving him dairy. I know not a big deal at all, but look how darn cute Easton sports the yogurt mustache?! This kid is so awesome! Totally makes my day everyday.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuO_t7JYU0XpRG7mQ-7cFhXyWp5rI-pOU3vDCKNd7M0YXXo9l6gjPQxbD9nSLme03SZaNbcUyfoMFB2tC8IlX7l-GvThtNJKbjqXpZwQTAGFqn2jJ7mYkOfQOZHgDX-zLIXi7ygv-MwRo/s400/photo-3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699810306315976402" /><div>Secondly, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">drum roll please.... </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;">he slept through the night twice this week. I don't think I have ever quite been so excited reading on the alarm clock "six o'clock", having last looked at the clock at 10pm the night before. WOW! and then having him do it twice in one week, I hardly know what to do with all this uninterrupted sleep. This little bug has been fighting this phase for a LONG while! So this is a great milestone for both Mom and him.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;">Also...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;">Easton isn't the only one trying out the mustache these days. For fun Ryan grew out his facial hair for the Holidays. The day before work he shaved it all off except for this little gem. I really don't care for mustaches. Just not my thing, but Ryan was having fun with it. Enjoy the nasty 'stache!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-6uRn00_gFWPmnAw_iD8hdJCiN6j0DfEEz5NSu3RsRIoN7Ap_o0Q3SertECZnd2-80aHmwX0-XFJRSNq_GBo9EHuFmlx5UOwPCITyAs3fz1d69E6W6Pc9D61N0DI-bJIy7R0lJQDu0a8/s200/IMG_8355.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699811326132122210" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Hannah Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673346892892146764noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340556638373542762.post-65601723022703089842012-01-02T07:48:00.000-08:002012-01-05T13:07:10.342-08:00Christmas in a Big Nut Shell<div><br /></div><div><div>So, instead of posting a bunch of mini blogs, I am just combining all of our Christmas events together.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>To start off, we celebrated Easton's first St. Nick morning. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">I grew up getting my stocking the morning of Dec. 6th, after St. Nick had visited the previous night. I loved this tradition and am so excited to start passing it down to Easton.</span> It is the kickoff to the Christmas shenanigans.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqGTfD1IP5MRiECcuVGWts1TP7tE_iUU8aCTBa_tTqFrlLuhUMsC7ll1moJYIsLj9fON1og6V3RitKFS9v-ea_LNOAxAEzo9soZdU8LJBAjvSIltPcxaiEbQhGsDcpn1vEpQ4ryQC3kbA/s400/Picnik+collage6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694183184018642066" /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Easton got a few small toys and enjoyed one of his first pieces of candy</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "><div><div><div>Next we celebrated our own family Christmas, before heading up to the US to visit our families.</div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></span></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOh_o0fboFUW00r_GXT5GttwXGNTgWf7fKWEUNcz1un1J-Za22zhTWPdRmrA4tUYXyLxH2ELxRYy8z2rYYAEIEKGS8R1Y_ZoR47Q7WRDVhLg3kVwxXfH7dxeN9BTLhWG3hE_rJbUgf-fA/s400/IMG_7967.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694184057865209314" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Ryan put Easton in a bow under the Christmas tree. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">So grateful to have this little gift in my life!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Then, we were off to Utah to spend a few days with our Utah family, before heading out to Colorado to spend some time with my side of the family. </div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKedTFpwV_AkvGuLJYTfYBcRvPQHMgxpXxtZ3knJ0wiSSBY3_5sYZiV31KxyZr-YobwOa70fxxMxTV-XO_A3miqbPTyRa5s_tTAFN0cyETWqnxuoLppzzyoO7w0RYQzMyPvYk3NThy8Bs/s400/Picnik+collage4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694181032557512050" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Easton got some bonding time with his cousins before we left. He LOVED sharing a bath with another kid and Harlie was happy to help wash him. So cute! It made me excited for Easton to have a sibling... someday.</span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO-ocZ7ZMB8prCH8B46SBZvHNm8l2e7fjKM0VyxMmFpuNQu1QgBirKkspR647IUMU0LWtvnBS6vHyijvbWSojpoGiBdmPWIFJyjybUjvKi25HZ0smJKcKBD6iSBOo0YXqeG_YYl9q-hHk/s1600/IMG_8128.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO-ocZ7ZMB8prCH8B46SBZvHNm8l2e7fjKM0VyxMmFpuNQu1QgBirKkspR647IUMU0LWtvnBS6vHyijvbWSojpoGiBdmPWIFJyjybUjvKi25HZ0smJKcKBD6iSBOo0YXqeG_YYl9q-hHk/s400/IMG_8128.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694184971173818290" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">We also celebrated Britney's birthday. And yes, that is cake wrapped in tin foil. Let's just say that night everybody was running around!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The next part of the trip started off with me getting us packed for Colorado. I was efficiently laying everything on the bed and getting things organized when Ryan came running down explaining that he goofed on flight times and that we needed to leave at that moment! ops. So needless to say that as I was frantically throwing things in the bag, I missed a few things like our camera. Booooo. I don't have any pictures from the Colorado trip. In just a few words, the trip was a lot of fun and a bit of unfun. It was wonderful to see family, going boarding (the first time, the second time I think I broke my coccyx:)), opening gifts, and just shooting the breeze with my sisters, grandma, and parents. My highlights of the trip were def seeing my sweet nephew, Calvin, and watching my sisters bond with Easton. Haydee was a dream and happily took care of Easton countless times! Ahh, makes me want to move closer to fam, oh wait that dream is almost realized! woohoo. I am so excited to live near fam again! Back to the holiday caption though... The unfun part of the trip was the fact that Easton kept me up at all hours of the night... this is when he started getting an ear infection. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So back to Utah we went, five days later. The trip went so fast, but we got to spend an evening with each of Ryan's siblings and we all packed into the parent-in-law's house for Christmas weekend. Among the activities that weekend was the famous Christmas Eve pajama presents. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiso4fjn_MHRuICWZwKeD3GhdRQyIvnf0saGlH_ZlW1d5HZDf-mO9ECa0v8oQjsiczM_pfZVsEn0P3gXBdsG0Oy2ffS0mCLMKt2kj_R5xy7HUTvEqOilk9aj0jfAgn0i0plC4fmJR65rNE/s400/Picnik+collage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693881158218348962" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Unwrapping Christmas PJs</span></div></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnXCh7xLINac7rM585XJolbZjpo0HEvYFMbzCBXKn7SHdV7H1Oc-TeeOkZ9fZEbsJ-ZUPozwQcTFw-5gpm4KUVMK8oPdK8EFvdSEzBe0bhpMFtPj0bH4Fwr8jwYvcvovpEjeJygCOy_RI/s400/Picnik+collage2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693882131348763218" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE7p-aqn8pGcu6BuoR7qe8_vH3JSwnejNkh6OYTD-feQEq4kb6qblB6KUfNE6tR22HQinWsPmf1s_Yp-_sH4i0RqblsmzR89VLDXgPuGbZg6efnSmFyx5Q-Su9JhbkvPlpt28y7cefgwg/s1600/Picnik+collage5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE7p-aqn8pGcu6BuoR7qe8_vH3JSwnejNkh6OYTD-feQEq4kb6qblB6KUfNE6tR22HQinWsPmf1s_Yp-_sH4i0RqblsmzR89VLDXgPuGbZg6efnSmFyx5Q-Su9JhbkvPlpt28y7cefgwg/s400/Picnik+collage5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694182582244612130" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Miles took his first few steps and magically I happened to be taking pictures of him!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;">The kids also dressed up for the nativity activity. Not much of the story was spoken, but it was fun to dress up all the nieces and nephews. Easton was asleep at this point so he's not in any of these pics. I am a bit of a Nazi when it comes to Easton's sleep schedule.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKnFCY9d17bZ3CR03vB2SuYR8XQES-Uxgata0OmUwZJRtVu3k4nuoj8AAk-IbI4VgIkQBsNXnSgpqQbVTfOjoqNYRsQNYu5dD-lQa_Z4Si-om3hFTI5wIWv0zoBttzenhVjntyLSWWstw/s400/IMG_8320.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693883095859500466" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Aren't they cute?! Gotta love Jack kissing the baby Jesus. That's the only way we could keep this active one in the picture.</span></div></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnMEoGG8PT9V2U4OvOfWRvzzR6_e8KSdOII6huIcGu8VoIvJQ_H4tiv4hRD4V8uBo01q_MELALIRBHF9znKEW3smZwHgZ3l0TZyc76kNzq84waEW97jXX-7GytbAx81atkYUBOsqRLjxI/s400/Picnik+collage3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694178717126750306" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0nV40uSGiT5SZuFEIUdQpxqO1lsMDxVKQmEYqIprGwlj3thEe2l06pzjohZxBPRAplRQtv-vGcgwh99Yo7_46FubFPSJs2Nj6oWA_PYp7ODscNjgwv1uykChGtYs3I9_Us1aKLKrBpp8/s400/4d00ba7d-f970-4783-ab17-d95e698d717fwallpaper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693066153442224930" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">And just a few more pics of family around the room that night</span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS4Y5vKr5aeypnAJbC_DNavWqHhCpJLIFPmAMXITri6HG1BfCfYWhLqpNysW3rAchyphenhyphen09X4XIlQgzbpckjERnvDTELfiBfoYBpWOD-qfWI1ftJaFwR0oA4AIXGWlx2MahcAZnKHvphbOBQ/s400/fe27fa85-16c4-4e77-9909-a7f935068b82wallpaper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694176913097879986" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">This last collage was priceless and I had to post it! My nephew, Kaden is just a year and a few months younger than his older twin siblings. He has had to get with it quick and has learned to crawl, walk, and just about everything else at a very young age to keep up with his older siblings. He is still a bit smaller than them and is continually being mauled. Most of the time he can hold his own, but as you can see he still ends up at the bottom of the pile sometimes!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;">The trip was wonderful. Ryan and I were a bit down coming back to Mexico without any family nearby. It also felt like we were going on a vacation to our own home, as we had gotten so used to the American culture. We sat around the following weekend feeling quite bored after all the running around. I will say that we were trying to enjoy the boredom, since in two months our lives with be anything but boring with the move. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;">I loved Christmas this year and already look forward to next year. At the same time, it felt great coming back to warm weather. It was funny to be washing the car in our bathing suits five days later! </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Hannah Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673346892892146764noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340556638373542762.post-5560457649410837062011-12-31T19:52:00.000-08:002011-12-31T20:03:34.225-08:00Polka Dot Boy<div> <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:officedocumentsettings> <o:allowpng/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--> <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:trackmoves/> <w:trackformatting/> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:donotpromoteqf/> 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Eight days later it cleared up and was soon replaced with a cold. That cleared up and then came an ear infection. As we were on vacation, we went to urgent care and got a prescription for Amoxicillin. Go figure, five days later he broke out in red spots all over his face, tummy, back, okay so his whole body was covered. Yeah, he’s allergic to the stuff. So back to urgent care we went, now in Mexico. He’s looking much much better after 48 hours. He’s been a total champ through it all too. Hardly complains about any of the past crappy weeks. Here are a few pics of him and his polka dots.<o:p></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment--></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3MkjjstgFPJvA0D2007S7tVNq6Xuuvrs1Pd4ZL45rToVzLmnKsUNk7lskuoAhIL9WvbS3ItmpRP0nZXmzG_qoTtXLhBXZHi01dFDxP13zwNCw42ONlR8zkB5WroJVvqVgmo6BV0wju10/s1600/IMG_8364.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3MkjjstgFPJvA0D2007S7tVNq6Xuuvrs1Pd4ZL45rToVzLmnKsUNk7lskuoAhIL9WvbS3ItmpRP0nZXmzG_qoTtXLhBXZHi01dFDxP13zwNCw42ONlR8zkB5WroJVvqVgmo6BV0wju10/s400/IMG_8364.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692508877001954642" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr8nal-dV1Jfvf1Q3Te2Eth32s9MSZ8bgM75WlFh0YnX-vxIK_dW-bbaocfQh9STMYM9qy0Qw01cGyq60l2LocDZcVzyHvCs2hyphenhyphenLMpIgYpJKL3N1QDO6WFC5drEcTtVfNjzY5vHuKZ6WE/s1600/IMG_8343.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr8nal-dV1Jfvf1Q3Te2Eth32s9MSZ8bgM75WlFh0YnX-vxIK_dW-bbaocfQh9STMYM9qy0Qw01cGyq60l2LocDZcVzyHvCs2hyphenhyphenLMpIgYpJKL3N1QDO6WFC5drEcTtVfNjzY5vHuKZ6WE/s400/IMG_8343.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692508870005274754" /></a>Hannah Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673346892892146764noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340556638373542762.post-49824701784466435172011-12-10T13:29:00.000-08:002011-12-12T11:26:11.457-08:00Merry Mexican Christmas!This last weekend Ryan and I headed downtown for a date. We went to see the lights and displays they put up in the plazas. It's pretty much the same every year, but it's still so fun to me. I thought I better share a blog about it though... cause I feel like it is so typical of the culture. One interesting part about it is that they include, in one of their scenes, Adam and Eve in the garden. In another scene, they have Hell. Interesting. I suppose they would like us to think about the fall and how Satan tempts us, and how we must use the atonement of Christ. I kinda like how they include different Biblical parts because I really does make you think about why we celebrate the birth of Christ and what it all means from a grander perspective.<br />Though, I totally admit that seeing Satan on his thrown with his imps and fire is pretty startling to see so nearby the gentle nativity scene.<br />I took some pictures, but only with a camera phone.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHt9tETLYMg01YFcWFefmq7GCWG8vkAi8hzfCyIb9Rzd1sai5vscK5p0tR2zWHzh399sV5KY6xlhZUyVElbTnWglmfS_wAHnfBBTWwS3Ne98mZ2wZD2NNkGtgevr-WJoJMbjucJ1nbgSo/s1600/photo-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHt9tETLYMg01YFcWFefmq7GCWG8vkAi8hzfCyIb9Rzd1sai5vscK5p0tR2zWHzh399sV5KY6xlhZUyVElbTnWglmfS_wAHnfBBTWwS3Ne98mZ2wZD2NNkGtgevr-WJoJMbjucJ1nbgSo/s400/photo-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684615213022196722" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Satan on his throne<br /></div><br /><br /><br />Another interesting scene is the one below, depicting a family of Mexicans with the pinata. Apparently, the Pinata with the nine points represent nine sins. Then you beat the sins with a stick till it is destroyed and you finally receive your small gifts and candy. That's where the whole pinata thing came from I guess.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Crap stupid blog erased the photo, ill upload it in a min. ...<br /><br />and finally the giant Christmas tree...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjFbGVNpDUURn3q5Mpp64Hibaxf3yunEkOMQAQnEUreVP5uT-197cR3g4BzVwO9ptKIosDvtFypsZw2Z5rlNCQIjYsdeTmGG3r8zrFa_f0eRfO997H9ckqt5ylzSJvIOy_WZZW0zQ6AX4/s1600/photo.JPG"><br /></a></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA79urZN3MkrOSCQMwzTmXQzPtkrkab_GYHhW5-Be2v0DOD13Pl-WdujfODix0Y60St49L4sDEho1WoBhcQu4Bm_OutBxrCOrPggfcVQS8ZgWvrWHV2sfcGx3thXEXkqb5czU35mhS-m0/s1600/photo-2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA79urZN3MkrOSCQMwzTmXQzPtkrkab_GYHhW5-Be2v0DOD13Pl-WdujfODix0Y60St49L4sDEho1WoBhcQu4Bm_OutBxrCOrPggfcVQS8ZgWvrWHV2sfcGx3thXEXkqb5czU35mhS-m0/s400/photo-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684615216008292626" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><code><br /><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/33460144?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" mozallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="706" width="400"></iframe><br /></code>Hannah Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673346892892146764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340556638373542762.post-23997281937064890612011-12-02T12:27:00.000-08:002011-12-02T12:35:15.046-08:00Faces of Bool...<div>I love Easton's faces and expressions! I couldn't resist a blog post of these sweet gems, which I came across while weeding out our family photos.... Enjoy!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"> These are in no particular order.</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMJeTsQhBjOFoJnysXY8ikWnT6XmpbNCbGPJVXxby7k4a_ZAEVOXKz6B6rKvtff5NOFJ0Zku2OQmj8EG89fr8aI9jhmaG2LLGF_1S5xcS2sTe68y3BrrjPqQGBPtyZWVLwyQMkWfUFBGQ/s1600/IMG_7728.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 378px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMJeTsQhBjOFoJnysXY8ikWnT6XmpbNCbGPJVXxby7k4a_ZAEVOXKz6B6rKvtff5NOFJ0Zku2OQmj8EG89fr8aI9jhmaG2LLGF_1S5xcS2sTe68y3BrrjPqQGBPtyZWVLwyQMkWfUFBGQ/s400/IMG_7728.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681631239309698018" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp-qmSVwM2LFL_bcxRomDkXSXDfeaeNT7wxlqp7y9OEhy5ZO59r7rg-a9-wyLUSMLwwsVvQEwEyvUayDH31_aWU32g4lIoSpUokF3KHV1Lu-QCZBZ43l62azB34lXClRbM5qbhKfut8ig/s1600/IMG_6945.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_pBUNcOd6RwGRRXzOas8siFxswOcMxzZrcr2mJe2R9Ya-MXuNTi1v-eVpcfuuHjP36Wb95_sFF5IdzbH7qBjWB6n3QLCa3CHE1CHQ8mO6Chnqp5qW6engrJ5uOhZVkShOrOarIU8cgko/s400/IMG_4352.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673467987147195426" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGaie64WcBv1rsXvkH7JgAGuWupeYMhRqq9G-EeMdd3YXiAI73X2SqokhtHdmhQxpOPZzbghpIjvFr-221-Nlv6s-5bqwxBO7AavNhoeSEb0vod2FaF1rmKZ8cELIkCEM-97mTq7u7Y9c/s1600/IMG_4348.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGaie64WcBv1rsXvkH7JgAGuWupeYMhRqq9G-EeMdd3YXiAI73X2SqokhtHdmhQxpOPZzbghpIjvFr-221-Nlv6s-5bqwxBO7AavNhoeSEb0vod2FaF1rmKZ8cELIkCEM-97mTq7u7Y9c/s400/IMG_4348.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673467961288706834" /></a><br /><div>This last video isn't about expressions, but rather a cute Daddy, Easton bonding moment that I also came across, which I had forgotten about...</div><div>Easton is prob about 4-5 mo here!<br /><br /><code><br /><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/32683573?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0" webkitallowfullscreen="" mozallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></code></div>Hannah Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673346892892146764noreply@blogger.com2