tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212505292962805332024-03-15T20:09:25.942-05:00The Hoodenpyle FamilyWhitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835061654639115334noreply@blogger.comBlogger307125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921250529296280533.post-83306199989327692202013-04-22T13:40:00.002-05:002013-04-22T13:40:41.408-05:00Being Patriotic. In JCPenney's.
Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835061654639115334noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921250529296280533.post-65064467229152331782013-04-22T13:31:00.000-05:002013-04-22T13:31:25.587-05:00Paint The Run!
Anyone who knows me well, KNOWS I don't run. So... it is clear who my children may tend to take after, considering they both were interested in participating in the local kids' event titled, "Paint The Run" this past weekend. This event is put on by Bass Pro and KY3's Care to Learn program, and it's clearly just for fun with the absence of ankle timing chips and anyWhitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835061654639115334noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921250529296280533.post-24315960011332138222013-04-16T11:16:00.001-05:002013-04-16T11:21:05.110-05:00Hey. Danavee.
This is the way WE should walk out to OUR cars after work tonight...
You with me?
Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835061654639115334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921250529296280533.post-41477058836000862332013-02-17T20:49:00.000-06:002013-02-17T20:49:00.642-06:00Who Bought This Again?
A creepier toy than this, you will never, ever find.
And I can prove it...
See?
Now, where to keep this thing when we're sleeping? (The kids won't let it be upstairs...)
Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835061654639115334noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921250529296280533.post-68193565988537873272013-01-15T18:37:00.001-06:002013-01-15T18:39:16.984-06:00Happy Birthday, Jack!The holiday season is jam packed with fun (and wrapping paper) at our house. First we have Grammie's birthday and then Christmas. Right after that Jack's birthday arrives, and then mine brings up the rear. You get a lotta bang for your holiday buck at our house this time of year. Whew! We are partied out.
Jack is now TEN. Ten years old. Double digits, Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835061654639115334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921250529296280533.post-7871605454885368402013-01-01T14:05:00.002-06:002013-01-01T14:32:28.184-06:00Just Dance 2013!
It's become sort of a New Year's tradition for *friends to gather at our house on New Year's Eve. We eat really unhealthy foods and play a few group games... but I think mostly people just gotta dance and/or cheer (heckle) the dancers once the midnight hour rolls on by.
The award for Best Overall again (no surprise) goes to Andrea Schlager! Her funk is unbeatable.
Artsy, IWhitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835061654639115334noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921250529296280533.post-73649175638749004212012-12-12T23:03:00.005-06:002012-12-12T23:15:12.078-06:00Emma Turns 5!
I'm a little late with this post's annual birthday interview. (Emma's actual birthday was the last day of November... better late than never.) Anyway, you can brush up on Emma's answers from last year's interview here. One change for this year... some questions were video recorded, as requested by my good friend, Schlager. Wish granted!
In the Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835061654639115334noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921250529296280533.post-59167446131868676882012-10-24T19:16:00.002-05:002012-10-25T15:47:11.637-05:00Blog TherapyWhoa. It's been so long since I've blogged that I'm all discombobulated. I just tried logging into the blogger website... and I actually had to THINK for a minute about what my user name and password was.
As you can tell, I remembered. But just LOOK at this place. The format for entering a post is all different. I don't even recognize the screen. Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835061654639115334noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921250529296280533.post-35904744077213793692012-04-24T19:15:00.000-05:002012-04-24T19:19:15.849-05:00Age 9
The age at which the froggy ride quits being fun.
And starts getting embarrassing.Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835061654639115334noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921250529296280533.post-7254040670778060152012-04-17T19:50:00.000-05:002012-04-17T19:50:03.688-05:00That Kind Of GirlRecently my nine year old has been participating in an after school running program. The kids stay after school and train with teacher training partners/role models in preparation for an upcoming local 5K race in May. Jack has been doing well with it, and he's having fun each and every week that the group has assembled.
Last Monday, one of my esteemed coworkers (who was running alongside Jack) Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835061654639115334noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921250529296280533.post-85202140751288969262012-04-12T13:45:00.006-05:002012-04-12T14:27:03.681-05:00Trying StuffThings I'm trying lately:
Instagram. I love it! Instagram is a smartphone app that takes regular ol' uninteresting camera phone pictures taken by me, slaps a filter of my choosing on them, and transforms the lighting/background/focal points into looking way, way, way cooler and more stylish. Previously, this app has been exclusive to iPhone users, and this girl Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835061654639115334noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921250529296280533.post-63449077601781242882012-04-10T22:18:00.000-05:002012-04-10T22:18:06.492-05:00Disney 2012 - Part 4Wow... so I didn't intend on leaving you hanging for that long. Sorry about that.
(The blog thing. It's a love/hate deal these days.)
So, back to our Hoodenpyle vacation updates. We visited Disney's Hollywood Studios on Day 4 of our trip to Orlando. Day 5 was a return trip to the Magic Kingdom, but we've discussed that. And it was just more of the same... Emma Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835061654639115334noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921250529296280533.post-49136104421454220642012-03-26T20:13:00.003-05:002012-03-26T20:38:41.737-05:00Disney 2012 - Part 3Which brings us to Epcot, Day 3.
Epcot was an interesting place, for sure. But I think it was geared for an older audience with lots of opportunities to read and learn. It had more of a discovery center/museum feel than the blatant entertainment feel that the Magic Kingdom had offered. Had it been just Jack, we might've spent more time here. But we were all Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835061654639115334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921250529296280533.post-54940422356285262512012-03-25T21:24:00.000-05:002012-03-25T21:24:16.264-05:00Disney 2012 - Part 2Monday was our first full day of vacationing in Florida, and we headed out for the Magic Kingdom with much excitement. In fact, it sort of felt like everyone had the very same idea. The place was clearly going to be a busy place during spring break season. We stepped off of our shuttle bus, which was packed with standing room only. Streams of people flocked Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835061654639115334noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921250529296280533.post-72302306933393490562012-03-19T13:55:00.002-05:002012-03-19T14:44:13.406-05:00Disney Trip 2012 - Part 1Last week was our spring break, and we spent it at Disney World!
It has been about five years since we took Jack. He was Emma's size then, and so we thought it was time for a repeat visit for Jack and a first time visit for Emma. The experience was wonderful, fun, amazing and exhausting. We spent a non-stop five days park-hopping through the venues: Magic Kingdom-Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835061654639115334noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921250529296280533.post-27428995853356864832012-02-15T21:09:00.002-06:002012-02-15T21:12:08.852-06:00Valentine's Day 2012Jim and I turned to each other somewhere in the days before the big V-day this year and said, "Have we been married long enough now that we can... not.... do Valentine's day?" This cracked me up. I love it.
Other things I'm loving right now:
www.pinterest.com and the super cute (and easy) valentine box idea it provided for Jack.
This little thing
Bird tracks in Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835061654639115334noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921250529296280533.post-49272179061286500482012-02-03T19:58:00.000-06:002012-02-03T19:58:52.699-06:00Bedtime Stories With Emma
Welcome to "Bedtime Stories with Emma". I'm thinking of making this a regular entry. What do you think?Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835061654639115334noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921250529296280533.post-13847673678148265912012-01-31T18:42:00.001-06:002012-01-31T18:43:17.426-06:00Tensions Are High
My iron is a scowly pants.
My gray wrinkly shirt hangs around crying all the time.
Mr. Lint Roller is getting the silent treatment from Mrs. Starch. Maybe he shouldn't have gone off and gotten himself a mistress.
You see, the situation is dire. Things are bad, and I've started to wonder, "What's gone so very, very wrong in my little ironing world?"
I think I know. Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835061654639115334noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921250529296280533.post-11249096370140450232012-01-28T19:36:00.000-06:002012-01-28T19:36:55.194-06:00Dance For Your PapiSaturday is 'cleaning day'. Music gets turned up loud at our house, and people go to town on their respective chores.
Everyone's busy, in theory. Jim's paying bills. Jack is groaning upstairs about not wanting to clean his room. I'm elbow deep in toilet-scrubbing-land somewhere in the house.
And then there's... Emma. NOT doing chores when she thinks no Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835061654639115334noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921250529296280533.post-53372811183631159822011-12-25T19:48:00.000-06:002011-12-25T19:48:18.128-06:00Man Vs. TreeNormally my husband is the guy who can fix just about anything. It's a very handy talent, and he ends up feeling manly. It's a win-win situation...
On a related note, this year we assembled our Christmas tree and just like every year, it seems, the tree was deciding to be temperamental. The mid section of the tree would flicker out for no Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835061654639115334noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921250529296280533.post-34612923370490123512011-12-24T01:10:00.002-06:002011-12-24T12:00:22.252-06:00The MusicalsEmma was recently in the church nativity play. She was the donkey. You should know that she was not donkey-like at all. I've never seen a donkey steal baby Jesus's thunder. The pictures below show it well... getting right up in front of the microphone, making googly eyes at Mom and Dad the entire time. A wave or three thousand. It was cute. Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835061654639115334noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921250529296280533.post-71796510049961659862011-11-26T22:29:00.000-06:002011-11-26T22:29:54.624-06:0020 Questions, Emma (Age 4)Emma will be four in four days! Wow! How did that happen?
This week I asked Emma 20 questions. I hope to remember to ask these questions every birthday and see how her answers change. But here are her words at just four days shy of turning 4 years old.
1. What is your favorite color? Pink, purple, and orange. And blue.
2. What Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835061654639115334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921250529296280533.post-31453388235246622062011-09-27T21:20:00.000-05:002011-09-27T21:20:05.553-05:00SnippetsMe to Jim: "We should just move to Colorado."
Emma: "Mom, we can't carry the house that far."
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Jack: "I can't decide on a Halloween costume, Mom."
Me: "You haven't found a good one yet?"
Jack: "Sadly, no."
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Emma to a fussing Jack: "What's the issue?"
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Fourth grader to a new student: "We have two sets of water Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835061654639115334noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921250529296280533.post-83010977539455795212011-09-14T20:40:00.000-05:002011-09-14T20:40:44.559-05:00TMI with JackJack was going to the bathroom with the door wide open while I curled my hair this morning. He stood there talking over his shoulder. Cookie pitter pattered in behind him only to jam her head into his calf. It was the first time I'd seen her all morning, a testament to the fact that she loves Jack more than she'll ever consider tolerating me. Maybe it's because Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835061654639115334noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921250529296280533.post-71961460606229833512011-08-04T19:51:00.003-05:002011-08-04T19:56:56.183-05:00Family Vacation 2011As I mentioned in the last post, we've been on a family trip this summer! Bear with me... this will be a looooong post. We were gone 12 days...
First we hit up St. Louis. While Jim finished up his work week there, Jack, Emma, and I went to the famous City Museum. It sounded like SUCH a fun place, and the three of us were super excited. Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835061654639115334noreply@blogger.com5