tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69008475589229531402024-03-13T01:35:34.703-07:00M&MShirleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13363323401354482253noreply@blogger.comBlogger418125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900847558922953140.post-42241427803000597902016-07-01T22:18:00.001-07:002016-07-01T22:18:16.938-07:00heaven birthday #19<div>My mom has been in heaven for 19 years now. Time flies and so much has changed. Roel and I have learned so much about life since then. We hope to teach our kids everything our parents taught us.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNubjqH5rTDdJSjGlFV__6fxnKEP2b-vndQuznhoHIQW8wC7EB0WZvxmUIaTWggapo1dKtnNv1CV5dx3aeEqZwD9qed_D_QrrFT1VAV0laTyAGbXtX4nKXSM5cdDfvryYypdUPZHO3EQ/s640/blogger-image-303429693.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNubjqH5rTDdJSjGlFV__6fxnKEP2b-vndQuznhoHIQW8wC7EB0WZvxmUIaTWggapo1dKtnNv1CV5dx3aeEqZwD9qed_D_QrrFT1VAV0laTyAGbXtX4nKXSM5cdDfvryYypdUPZHO3EQ/s640/blogger-image-303429693.jpg"></a></div>Shirleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13363323401354482253noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900847558922953140.post-89857049075736996582015-09-07T20:47:00.001-07:002016-07-01T22:08:11.208-07:00Inside Out<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHSbtzTNOoOlULh0vqNIWNpjGV5ocGm80HtGpp31GUX3uevSGoYqIJCYhLMrDPyRrzZEDsTTHohJlHbbIY_U2K-3nvBPRuYw43xNOULq0Aer4pymvGlpVHv0DLhny0M1YQzH7NlaVOHA/s640/blogger-image-135740363.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHSbtzTNOoOlULh0vqNIWNpjGV5ocGm80HtGpp31GUX3uevSGoYqIJCYhLMrDPyRrzZEDsTTHohJlHbbIY_U2K-3nvBPRuYw43xNOULq0Aer4pymvGlpVHv0DLhny0M1YQzH7NlaVOHA/s640/blogger-image-135740363.jpg"></a></div>Shirleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13363323401354482253noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900847558922953140.post-56047772339117690802015-09-07T20:46:00.001-07:002015-09-07T20:46:30.208-07:00Staying cool on Labor Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWzmo_CQSgy22sTBUaGpbTNBmQCh7AtWSMP4hx9gz1I0qn91Zvnqcuo8bV8qVR368zLjCQn6RnXA7bf2Sd7A4NGBL-djrArtNaxz8AjQ9pPOuw9xW3-0itJ7EerPFw5xAm80_cMbr8zg/s640/blogger-image-1968997301.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWzmo_CQSgy22sTBUaGpbTNBmQCh7AtWSMP4hx9gz1I0qn91Zvnqcuo8bV8qVR368zLjCQn6RnXA7bf2Sd7A4NGBL-djrArtNaxz8AjQ9pPOuw9xW3-0itJ7EerPFw5xAm80_cMbr8zg/s640/blogger-image-1968997301.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Pool time in the morning, lunch at the K Grill across the street, then BOGO at Nuyo. Micah got some bubblegum flavored frozen yogurt 😖. Malia had coconut, Dutch chocolate, dulce de leche, and cookies n cream 😜.</div>Shirleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13363323401354482253noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900847558922953140.post-15080517122479689122015-08-12T16:45:00.001-07:002016-07-01T22:09:14.596-07:00Homework fun<div>Micah: can you help me with my math homework?</div><div>Me: ok, what does it say?</div><div>Micah: write an array.</div><div>Me: ok write one, I don't know what that is.</div><div>Micah: you don't know what an array is?!!</div><div>Me: no, I don't go to school!</div><div><br></div><div>This is how homework is with common core. It's great!</div>Shirleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13363323401354482253noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900847558922953140.post-55268916981997791242015-06-28T16:14:00.001-07:002016-07-01T22:09:26.154-07:00We love Golden Spoon<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYkBQeIByJSBKPT1T2qLEDhTdzXO6U7rDiq3XPXe4hyphenhyphen4wvWJaiUs8XCSNuzFMiITJQYx4BN7uOryC2XNAmsXHs7EbTx2autoLQuwEAX0CsN098JVI9tHi5sWgx1XEDdk7HgtSF86ndlw/s640/blogger-image--723073939.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYkBQeIByJSBKPT1T2qLEDhTdzXO6U7rDiq3XPXe4hyphenhyphen4wvWJaiUs8XCSNuzFMiITJQYx4BN7uOryC2XNAmsXHs7EbTx2autoLQuwEAX0CsN098JVI9tHi5sWgx1XEDdk7HgtSF86ndlw/s640/blogger-image--723073939.jpg"></a></div>Shirleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13363323401354482253noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900847558922953140.post-41169688777776944522015-05-26T12:30:00.001-07:002015-05-26T12:30:30.607-07:00Micah's awards<br />
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What a big day for this boy! He doesn't like homework and will get it done as fast as he can. He is sad when any break or weekend is over and it's time to go back to school. He gets in trouble for talking in class. Yet he managed this. Proud of him!</div>
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Micah always wants to go for a walk/run with me, but he doesn't want to do a 5K (besides disneyland). So I signed him up for the Kids 1K for the EOD (Explosive Ordinance Disposal) Warrior Foundation. Perfect for Memorial Day remembrance.</div>
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He loved it. He got to control 3 bomb robots, use a working medal detector, and look at lots of bomb gear. And he gunned the run. I asked him why he never goes that fast when we run/walk together. He said he was excited for this one. So I guess we'll be doing this one next year.</div>
Shirleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13363323401354482253noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900847558922953140.post-84262695155402713482015-05-23T20:00:00.000-07:002015-05-26T13:54:31.712-07:00She's a ladyWhen we got home from the beach, Malia called me to the bathroom. Sure enough, she had started her period. She didn't freak out, probably because some of her friends had it already and they have talked about it. She's also asked me a whole bunch of questions about it already.<br />
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Anyone that knows me well, knows that I hate sand. So, I'm not really a fan of the beach. Of course, I think the scenery is beautiful to look at, but I just don't like dealing with sand. It gets everywhere! But now I have my baby powder to ease some of my worries. Sprinkle that stuff on their feet and the sand comes off. Thank you to the makers of baby powder!!!</div>
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As always, the kids had a blast playing in the sand. Then they asked me to take them near the water so they could get their feet wet. But there were millions of little blue things along the shore. I looked it up on my phone. Apparently, every 3-6 years, millions of blue jellyfish called Vellela, wash up on the west coast while trying to eat plankton. The white clear thing acts like a sail. They instantly die, but the rule is not to touch them because the chemicals on them can still affect people with sensitive skin. Interesting.</div>
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Malia with BFF Sammy for the 6th grade luau. It was supposed to be last Friday, but the rain came, so thank goodness the sun was out today. She graduates in 2 weeks. Why is she growing up?!</div>
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She had fun, said they played human fooseball. She bought Micah bubbles from inside. It's so sweet how she always thinks of him when she goes somewhere without him.</div>
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but despite their disorganization, they are doing well, so i'm glad. i guess i can't complain. my room was very messy growing up, and i turned out alright, i think =).</div>
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annual physical time! funny how their hearing is perfectly fine yet they don't hear me call their names most of the time. malia finally weighs more than micah again, but she's still small. dr garcia always tells her she's fat and needs to exercise. my micah boy is just right he said. flu shots came and it was a miracle that the girl didn't cry. she squeezed me really tight though. </div>
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