tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90884291516871870262024-03-13T09:50:39.420-07:00The Riggs FamilyPieces of heaven... sometimes falling and whacking us on the head...The Riggs Family Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16596019865401802497noreply@blogger.comBlogger117125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088429151687187026.post-30675764168110236942013-09-18T20:51:00.002-07:002013-09-18T20:59:49.318-07:00One month down, 11 years 11 months to go!So we're done with our first month of "real" homeschooling and things are going swimmingly. We keep a pretty loose schedule where we try to hit 10 minutes each day of various subjects, and then spend a couple of hours reading (which we rarely do... we're pretty good at 1 hour, though). We also have "special" activities every day where we focus on one subject, so Monday is "Religion Day", Tuesday is "Arts and Crafts Day", Wednesday is "Science Day" and so on. I try to plan these to be hands on, experiential learning activities, and they seem to be a fan favorite so far. They usually run half an hour to an hour. Then there's all sorts of "informal" learning. I've learned that when you're looking for opportunities to teach your children, they seem to crop up everywhere. In my opinion, the kids are learning more from this type of learning than anything else, because they don't know they're being taught so their defenses are down (sneaky, sneaky).<br />
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On Tuesdays and Thursdays we send Evelyn over to Kaiser Elementary to do Art, Music, and PE. This is really working out because it gives her time to socialize and have fun with new friends, and Katie a break from having all four kiddos around. Our only hiccup with homeschooling came the first day we took Evelyn to school. She had such a good time, she asked Katie "Can you ask Daddy if I can go to school every day?" That about broke my heart. I want my little girl to be happy, and I know she's hyper social, so sending her to school every day would be good for her in that way. We talked about it, and we're still trying to figure it out. We're thinking maybe half a day twice or three times a week. The great thing is that our school is very supportive and has told us that we can basically utilize the school in whatever way we feel is appropriate. So we'll figure it out.<br />
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I should have taken pictures of some of the projects we've done, but I didn't. I'll repent and do better. All in all this has been a great month. The kids have learned lots and have lots more to learn, and the same can be said about me. It's a grand adventure...<br />
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Sorry for the random pics, but I needed a way to keep you interested. I promise I'll try to not do many of these "wordy" posts. I know you just want to see the kids doing crazy, funny, cute, and stupid things when you come here, so I'll do my best to oblige.<br />
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So there you have it. Life is good, despite the struggles. Onward and forward!<br />
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<br />Justin W. Riggshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03827518914293086996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088429151687187026.post-54216215530845396822013-08-30T00:27:00.000-07:002013-08-30T00:27:08.614-07:00Get Me Off This Ride...You see it all the time on YouTube and all your other favorite "How much time can I waste?" websites and tv shows...<br />
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Man, it's moments like this that you live for. I can't wait until he's 40 years old and we pull out this video. Talk about fun family memories. Thanks for making us laugh, little buddy!Justin W. Riggshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03827518914293086996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088429151687187026.post-31234484798283569132013-08-20T21:33:00.000-07:002013-08-20T21:36:16.858-07:00Games for KindergartnersOne of the fun things about homeschooling is that I get to sit down each night and decide what to teach the kids the next day. Part of that is scouting out fun computer games for them to do while I'm away at work. I'm not going to lie, I think I enjoy the games more than the kids do. I know what you're thinking... "That Justin, he just likes the games because they're so easy, and it makes him feel smart and important to beat them." Okay, so you've got me; I do like that. But sometimes you come across a game and think, "Are these people for real?" Here is one such game (click the caption to go play for yourself):<br />
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Are you serious? For KINDERGARTNERS? I can't even get past the 3rd level!! Show me a kindergartner who can keep up with this electronic hustler, and I'll show you a kindergartner I'm taking to Vegas with me next weekend.<br />
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I hope you enjoy the game... I sat there for about 30 minutes cursing at the computer every time I chose the wrong box... and loving every minute of it. You know what they say... "A game a day keeps the Alzheimers away!"<br />
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UPDATE: I just made it to Level 5, but I completely guessed on Level 4 and the gods smiled down upon me. I don't know who reads this, but if you're out there, I want to know how far you can get in this confounded game. WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?!?Justin W. Riggshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03827518914293086996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088429151687187026.post-49626795002279451122013-08-14T23:04:00.000-07:002013-08-14T23:10:22.358-07:00Face Painting Anteaters...Somehow we discovered that using dry-erase markers as face paint is a GREAT idea. It goes on smooth and, remarkably, comes off just as easy. Now, before you go marking your face all up, make sure you do a test with YOUR markers somewhere it's not likely to be noticed (I'll leave it to you to pick the spot). But OUR markers ROCK! They go right on, and come right off. Here's a couple of the faces the kids have done over the last little while:<br />
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As you can see, we've been having lots of fun. The first time I saw them do it, I about lost it... seriously, guys - MARKER ON YOUR FACE!?!? Then they showed me how easy it came off and I was like, "Dang, Gina! How come my parents never let me draw on MY face with a dry-erase marker?"<br />
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Justin W. Riggshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03827518914293086996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088429151687187026.post-22101111771175263922013-08-06T19:50:00.000-07:002013-08-06T19:51:02.544-07:00Happy Birthday!I came home to lunch today to a surprise party the kids threw for me:<br />
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In case you don't read "Evelyn-ese", that translates to "Happy Birthday to Daddy". </div>
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A.J. refused to have his picture taken. A chip off the old block, that one is.<br />
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Speaking of happy events, we blessed Sylvia this weekend. Here's the family:<br />
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<br />Justin W. Riggshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03827518914293086996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088429151687187026.post-43227539641235503432013-08-05T21:10:00.000-07:002013-08-14T23:13:57.497-07:00All I Want for Christmas...In the morning...<br />
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Happy Wednesday!Justin W. Riggshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03827518914293086996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088429151687187026.post-43500244866007627962013-07-29T22:34:00.000-07:002013-07-30T23:55:34.505-07:00Why Eli Hates His Life...So Saturday morning was a good morning. For a few short hours we were all miraculously good-natured, kind, thoughtful, helpful, and all-around pleasant people *at the very same time*. It was so good that I actually smiled to myself when the thought "families can be together forever" flitted across my consciousness (I'm glad that thought doesn't impress itself upon me at other, less opportune moments). Towards the end of our field trip to Smoothly Functioning Family Land, the kids struck up an impromptu game of "Ring Around the Rosie". Seeing an opportunity to get documentary proof that our children CAN play together without doing grievous bodily harm to one another, I grabbed the trusty old iPhone and fired her up. This is what I got:<br />
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So, nothing tragic, right? The kids jump on Eli, give him a little earthquake action, and then hop off. Didn't think anything of it. No harm, no foul as we say in daddy land. Then I watched the video again, and it hit me: EVERY TIME the kids play, Eli gets "doggy piled" on. Sometimes literally, and sometimes in subtle "I'm pretty sure this won't leave a mark" ways. Memories of the kids playing together started flashing through my mind, with Eli as the focus: he tries to climb up the slide, but A.J. pushes him out of the way and goes down first. Eli, being a determined young man, begins his quest anew, but A.J.'s bigger, stronger, and faster, and heads him off at the pass, cuts in front of him and knocks him aside again.<br />
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Giving up on that dream, Eli sets his sights on a toy across the room. He heads that direction but Evelyn, using that incredible sixth sense that all children possess, intuits that someone is about to gain possession of something within 17.5 feet of her corporeal being, and although she had no awareness that the object existed seconds ago, it now becomes THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN THE WORLD. She jumps off the couch and snatches it off the ground just as Eli's pudgy little fingers are wrapping around the object of his desire. Eli screams (as he well ought to do), but she just knocks him to the ground, steps over his sprawled out body, and skips away singing Princess and the Rockstar songs at the top of her lungs.<br />
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We go outside to "get some energy out", and the whole time everyone is just running circles around the poor fellow, not exactly ignoring him, but definitely not making an effort to include him in the festivities, either. And I feel fairly confident in saying that if mommy and daddy hadn't been there during the traumatic end of the "Ring Around the Rosie" incident, those tremors might have been a catastrophic 10.0 on the Richter scale instead of the "china is tinkling in the hutch" experience we all witnessed. Dude must feel like he's on an episode of "American Gladiator meets Mean Girls" or something... YEESH. Being a third child stinks!<br />
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So, on behalf of all oldest children in the universe I want to say to all of you 2nd, (and 3rd, and 4th, and 5th, and Nth) children out there: I'M SORRY. I hope you grow up to be bigger and stronger and more beautiful and handsome and richer and more famous than your stinky older siblings. It would only be fair. Just don't tell *my* younger siblings I said that. That would be showing weakness, and all oldest children know that once you show weakness (and I mean ANY weakness), the rest of the clan will find some excuse to shove you onto a raft in the middle of the Arctic Ocean and not even wait until you're out of sight before they sell all your possessions (including the lucky socks you were wearing the night you met your 3rd wife) and use the profits for a year long "sabbatical" in the Caymans.<br />
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Wait. You know what? Never mind, younger siblings. Apology retracted. As far as I'm concerned, you get everything you deserve. YOU'RE TERRIBLE, HEARTLESS LIFE FORMS THAT DON'T CARE ABOUT ANYONE BUT YOURSELVES! I MEAN, REALLY - YOU ALWAYS GOT TO DO MORE THAN I DID WHEN I WAS YOUR AGE! MOM AND DAD DIDN'T BUY <b>ME </b>A CAR FOR MY 16TH BIRTHDAY!! YOU'RE SPOILED ROTTEN STINKERS! <span style="font-size: large;">TWITCHY LITTLE BRATS! TREACHEROUS WEASELS!</span> <span style="font-size: x-large;">HOW DARE YOU SELL MY LUCKY SOCKS!!</span><br />
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Life is confusing, isn't it? It seems like no matter where you land, you've got a target on your back. Or at least you feel like you do. So don't worry, Eli - you're not the only one who feels picked on. Plus, you've got a baby sister now, and we all know what it's like to be a <b>4th</b> child....<br />
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Postscript - you may be wondering about the "Mean Girls" reference. First, I want to make it clear that in no way am I implicitly or explicitly saying that Evelyn is a mean girl. That would be slanderous, and although she's young (and adorable), Evelyn has a remarkable grasp of American jurisprudence, a gift that I must say makes it insanely difficult to be a normal daddy.<b><span style="color: red;">*</span></b><br />
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I would have said "Mean People" or "Mean Boys" or "Poorly Socialized Individuals with a Defective Nice Gene", but I don't think there's such a tv show... or movie, or whatever "Mean Girls" is, which brings me to my second point. I have no idea what "Mean Girls" is - but I recently read an article about Paul Krugman where the author compared him to the star of "Mean Girls", which I thought was really funny (and you would too, if you ever read or listen to Paul Krugman). I mean, Paul Krugman positively *screams* "mean girl" (oh wait, am <b>I </b>being the mean girl now? Crickey.). Anyhow, please don't judge me based on how you feel about "Mean Girls" - I'm undeserving of either your wrath or your admiration. Judge me based on the fact that I actually read and listen to (and even try to understand) people like Paul Krugman - but before you get to far down that road, know that I loathe the man. Really. Truly. Loathe. (When I found out he had won a Nobel Prize, I scratched it off my Bucket List. Who wants to be associated with that kind of company? They just pass these things out like candy at a parade these days anyway....)<br />
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Anyhow, to sum up: Evelyn is NOT a mean person. Paul Krugman probably isn't either. And "Poorly Socialized Individuals with a Defective Nice Gene" isn't likely to be playing at a theater near you anytime soon, because while being politically correct makes some people feel all warm and fuzzy inside, it just doesn't have that certain "je ne sais quoi" that makes a person want to open their wallet and waste 2 1/2 hours of their all-too-short lives. And that's an inconvenient truth.<br />
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<span style="color: red;">*</span>For example, here was our bedtime a couple of weeks ago (based on a true story. Or not. I have a hard time telling anymore.):<br />
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ME: Okay guys, time to clean up. Put the pillows back on the couch and take your blankets upstairs and put them back on your bed.<br />
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EVELYN: Those "quote unquote" pillows and blankets are my client's fort. As the inspection documents show, construction was completed well over 45 minutes ago which means that it in the beautiful state of Colorado this fort is now by law a permanent dwelling. (Turning to A.J.) You have no legal obligation to follow this man's orders.<br />
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ME: <i>This man?!?</i> Hold up a second...<br />
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EVELYN: (Ignoring my protest, stands on a chair and looks me in the eyes) If you choose to exercise the power of eminent domain and tear this fort down, my client expects to be justly compensated. If you refuse, we'll see you in court.<br />
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A.J.: (suddenly feeling very brave): YEAH!<br />
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EVELYN (to A.J.): Please, Mr. Riggs, I've told you; anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.<br />
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A.J.: Huh?<br />
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Evelyn: Zip... your... lips.<br />
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ME: Okay, enough. This "fort" is coming down one way or the other, and if you take me to court, I'm not giving you a ride. If I don't give you a ride, you have to walk to the courthouse with your brother, and you'll definitely be late. If you're late, the judge gets mad at you and dismisses your case. Then you have to walk all the way back home, and you know A.J. will get tired and want you to carry him. You're not big enough to carry him which means you'll have to stop and rest. It will probably get dark, and who knows what will happen then...<br />
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KATIE: Justin!<br />
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Evelyn (who seemed ready to cave just milliseconds ago, suddenly regains her confidence): Mommy will give us a ride, won't you mommy?<br />
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(Everyone turns to mommy)<br />
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KATIE (slyly): Of course I will, sweetie....<br />
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ME: WHAT?!?<br />
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A.J.: COOL!!!<br />
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EVELYN: (throwing her arms around Katie's neck): You're the best mommy EVER!<br />
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KATIE (putting Evelyn back on the floor): I think you've got a great case, and you can do anything you put your mind to...<br />
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(Evelyn and A.J. are going crazy, dancing around and saying things like, "Oh, yeah, we're the best, Oh yeah, Oh yeah". I'm launching into a full scale lecture about how this is neither the time nor the place for an exercise in developing our daughter's positive self-image...)<br />
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KATIE: Buuuuuut......<br />
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(everything stops)<br />
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..... nobody's suing anybody.<br />
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ME (fist pumping, and desperately fighting the urge to stick my tongue out at my 6 year old): Yeah baby! Take THAT!<br />
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EVELYN (knocked off balance by this dramatic turn of events): Why not?<br />
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KATIE (turning to A.J.): Do you still want those cookies I promised you, sweetie?<br />
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A.J.: YEAH!<br />
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KATIE: Well, to make them I need to get upstairs, and your fort is right in my way.<br />
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A.J. (running to the fort): I'll take it down!<br />
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EVELYN: NO!!!!!<br />
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A.J.: I WANT COOKIES!!<br />
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EVELYN: We could buy every Girl Scout cookie on the planet if we win this case!<br />
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A.J.: I WANT COOKIES NOOOOOOWWWWW!<br />
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EVELYN (doing everything she can to keep A.J. away from the fort): FOOL! STOP! WE'LL BE MILLIONAIRES!!! BILLIONAIRES!!! QUADRILLIONAIRES!!!!!<br />
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A.J.: COOOKIIIEEEEEEES!!!<br />
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(Evelyn falls to the floor as A.J. breaks free from her grasp. She sighs, get up, and grabs Katie's hand)<br />
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EVELYN: Can I have some too?<br />
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ME: NO!<br />
KATIE (at exactly the same time): Sure, sweetie.<br />
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I look at Evelyn. Evelyn looks at Katie. Katie does this thing where she uses body language to send a message that is somehow undetected by the children and yet unmistakably clear to me.<br />
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ME (with my tail between my legs, yet still trying to salvage some pride): just one.<br />
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EVELYN: (runs over and gives me a big old hug): Thanks daddy!<br />
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ME (melting): okay, two.... if you bring me one when they're done. Deal?<br />
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EVELYN: I'd love to daddy, but that would violate Section II of Article IV of the Colorado Revised Statutes. Paragraph 2.7 of said statute clearly states that no child under the age of 7 shall.....<br />
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And so it goes...Justin W. Riggshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03827518914293086996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088429151687187026.post-89399482151026657852013-07-26T23:34:00.000-07:002013-07-29T21:17:24.382-07:00Our most obedient child...Papa Bear here. So it seems the only time we post anything anymore is when we have a baby. I'm going to try to do better... we have tons of fun videos, great pictures, and attention-riveting stories to share. We're also looking at homeschooling this year, and I'd like to keep a record of how that goes, just for the heck of it. <br />
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I thought I'd kick things off with a short video of Sylvia. I wanted to take the video because I've heard people say that babies don't smile. Oh, really? Watch this video and then tell me that babies don't smile!<br />
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I was obviously thrilled that she did her trick on demand... maybe she's got a future in the entertainment industry (it's my only hope for retirement!).<br />
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Postscript: So it looks like a few things aren't working (like the video) when I use Internet Explorer 10. What can I say, it's a Microsoft product. I looked at the blog on Chrome, and it worked there. So if you're using IE10, get a better browser. :) I'll look into it and see if I can get things running on IE.</div>
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As AJ grows, so does his vocabulary. He's been so cute trying out new words and ideas lately, I decided to record a few of them:<br />
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AJ: "Mom, could you tell me the story of Adam and Steve?"<br />
Me: "You mean, Adam and Eve?" (shocked and alarmed)<br />
AJ: "Oh... yeah."<br />
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AJ: "Mom, why does Spiderman shoot webs out his breasts?"<br />
Me: "You mean <i>wrists</i>? <i>Wrists?</i>" (pointing)<br />
AJ: "Yeah, Mommy why does Spiderman shoot webs out his WRISTS?" (laughing)<br />
Me: "Just because he has special powers from the spider bite." (laughing, too)<br />
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Evelyn: "Will the Tooth Fairy come when my tooth comes out?"<br />
Me: "You'll have to wait and see-ee."<br />
AJ: "The Tooth Fairy's not part of our family! Silly Mommy!"<br />
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Me:"Evelyn you look like a little jack-o-lantern." (after losing her tooth)<br />
AJ: "I think you look like a witch."<br />
(Had to try and explain at this point that that was an insult.) :)<br />
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I'm sure there will be more to come. Loving all my pumpkins!
The Riggs Family Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16596019865401802497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088429151687187026.post-19905695791324247502012-03-03T23:20:00.002-08:002012-03-03T23:30:31.503-08:00Baby Pictures!I hear from the Riggs family that all mine and Justins' kids look like Conways. True? I would like to think they at least resemble Daddy, since I married him for his looks, after all. :) J/K. Anyways, I thought it would be fun to download pics of me and Justin and our kids as babies, so you could see for yourself. Whom does Elijah resemble? Take our poll and speak for yourself!<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vMOxpFkAqSQ/T1MY1yvQypI/AAAAAAAABhQ/cWVEBHHKdFM/s1600/Justin%2Bbaby%2B001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 387px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vMOxpFkAqSQ/T1MY1yvQypI/AAAAAAAABhQ/cWVEBHHKdFM/s400/Justin%2Bbaby%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715939664495430290" /></a> New Baby Justin<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ojVUH0utnlQ/T1MY1jTU2TI/AAAAAAAABhI/V4ejkggvWIw/s1600/Katie%2Bbaby%2Bpics%2B001%2B-%2BCopy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ojVUH0utnlQ/T1MY1jTU2TI/AAAAAAAABhI/V4ejkggvWIw/s400/Katie%2Bbaby%2Bpics%2B001%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715939660351723826" /></a> New Baby Katie<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3P1qEUQUSVQ/T1MY2H-PWTI/AAAAAAAABhc/IUTZlmZsc9I/s1600/Evelyn%2Bbaby%2Bannouncement%2B001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3P1qEUQUSVQ/T1MY2H-PWTI/AAAAAAAABhc/IUTZlmZsc9I/s400/Evelyn%2Bbaby%2Bannouncement%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715939670195394866" /></a> New Baby Evelyn<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cy-kmEv_9kQ/T1MY2h9DhCI/AAAAAAAABhs/1aAAhCwpRws/s1600/AJ%2BHospital-101.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cy-kmEv_9kQ/T1MY2h9DhCI/AAAAAAAABhs/1aAAhCwpRws/s400/AJ%2BHospital-101.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715939677169746978" /></a> New Baby AJThe Riggs Family Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16596019865401802497noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088429151687187026.post-85732101022021282712012-03-03T22:54:00.005-08:002012-03-03T23:20:04.689-08:00Elijah Edward RiggsEntering the world on the rarest of all birthdays came Elijah Edward Riggs on February 29th, 2012 at 7:52am ("Eli" for short). My friend from Sweden tells me Leap Day birthdays are good luck. We definitely think he's special! <br /><br />He arrived 2 weeks early but is still our largest by far at 8lbs 5 oz and 20" long. Our home felt more complete immediately when we got back from the hospital. <br /><br />Elijah means "the Lord is my God" and Justin and I love the name because of Elijah's connection to the temple and the last days. Edward means "prosperous guardian." It is also Grandpa Conway's middle name. <br /><br />Here are some pics of his first days at home and in the hospital. I'll also post some pics tonight of mine and Justin's baby pics, as well as Evelyn and AJ's. Have a little fun and complete our new poll (bottom of the page).<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R-374QCbSOc/T1MWNURCWsI/AAAAAAAABg8/DgR7QF7iOWU/s1600/Less%2Bthan%2Bone%2Bminute%2Bafter%2Bbirth.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R-374QCbSOc/T1MWNURCWsI/AAAAAAAABg8/DgR7QF7iOWU/s400/Less%2Bthan%2Bone%2Bminute%2Bafter%2Bbirth.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715936770097568450" /></a> RIGHT after giving birth<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5RjLMwC4rcQ/T1MSCSYXYyI/AAAAAAAABfk/m7h8PQ8V1sE/s1600/We%2Bdid%2Bit%2521.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5RjLMwC4rcQ/T1MSCSYXYyI/AAAAAAAABfk/m7h8PQ8V1sE/s400/We%2Bdid%2Bit%2521.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715932182566363938" /></a> Daddy is the best birthing coach!<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kPD3VuRl6ok/T1MSCHhWFjI/AAAAAAAABfY/v29BEAxe34U/s1600/...with%2BGrandma%2BC.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kPD3VuRl6ok/T1MSCHhWFjI/AAAAAAAABfY/v29BEAxe34U/s400/...with%2BGrandma%2BC.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715932179651237426" /></a> GRANDMAS!<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XFQRd8rH4ZI/T1MSB4IHwhI/AAAAAAAABfM/ca37A-R_eKA/s1600/...with%2BGrammy%2BR.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XFQRd8rH4ZI/T1MSB4IHwhI/AAAAAAAABfM/ca37A-R_eKA/s400/...with%2BGrammy%2BR.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715932175518908946" /></a> Beautiful Baby<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NIVmkdDl3Ug/T1MSBkSQPnI/AAAAAAAABfE/skNr14-UGmI/s1600/Sweet%2Bsleeper.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NIVmkdDl3Ug/T1MSBkSQPnI/AAAAAAAABfE/skNr14-UGmI/s400/Sweet%2Bsleeper.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715932170192698994" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KvH6AdkuOJY/T1MTTWM_gGI/AAAAAAAABgI/qSCADZj-H6U/s1600/Closeup.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KvH6AdkuOJY/T1MTTWM_gGI/AAAAAAAABgI/qSCADZj-H6U/s400/Closeup.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715933575161806946" /></a> Sweet Elijah<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WvSpg4MKlmM/T1MTS4D9FbI/AAAAAAAABgA/R2G06cJWonI/s1600/Curious.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 353px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WvSpg4MKlmM/T1MTS4D9FbI/AAAAAAAABgA/R2G06cJWonI/s400/Curious.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715933567070836146" /></a> Curious... <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XrvHOYJdJ-4/T1MTT9ayH1I/AAAAAAAABgk/HRPCo_eyrwM/s1600/Excited%2Bbig%2Bbrother.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XrvHOYJdJ-4/T1MTT9ayH1I/AAAAAAAABgk/HRPCo_eyrwM/s400/Excited%2Bbig%2Bbrother.JPG" border="0"alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715933585688633170" /></a> Excited Big Brother <br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pzxsMxZixxI/T1MTUKnqNLI/AAAAAAAABgw/-n9Tu88MPH0/s1600/Home%2Bfrom%2Bhospital%2Bchilling%2Bwith%2BDad.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pzxsMxZixxI/T1MTUKnqNLI/AAAAAAAABgw/-n9Tu88MPH0/s400/Home%2Bfrom%2Bhospital%2Bchilling%2Bwith%2BDad.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715933589232301234" /></a> Chillin' with Dad<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UorycebKUlk/T1MSCtTeN1I/AAAAAAAABfw/FhhImJFrzI0/s1600/Elijah%2Bhome%2Bchillin%2527.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UorycebKUlk/T1MSCtTeN1I/AAAAAAAABfw/FhhImJFrzI0/s400/Elijah%2Bhome%2Bchillin%2527.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715932189793597266" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wUDoiovrzRo/T1MTToysf0I/AAAAAAAABgY/LY7bNbGM7Oo/s1600/Sleeping%2Bwith%2BEvelyn.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wUDoiovrzRo/T1MTToysf0I/AAAAAAAABgY/LY7bNbGM7Oo/s400/Sleeping%2Bwith%2BEvelyn.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715933580151783234" /></a> Naptime with EvelynThe Riggs Family Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16596019865401802497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088429151687187026.post-2334736512796522332011-02-26T21:08:00.000-08:002011-02-26T22:50:47.684-08:00This Month......My kids are still cute! :)<br />...Evelyn has taught AJ to pose for the camera.<br />...I've not neglected taking pictures! <br />...I have christened: "The Month of CHEESE" :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BZ-VszbkcMQ/TWnvjReNF4I/AAAAAAAABcM/o1-t8-qllMw/s1600/PICT0078.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BZ-VszbkcMQ/TWnvjReNF4I/AAAAAAAABcM/o1-t8-qllMw/s400/PICT0078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578253002739619714" /></a><br />Evelyn got a small basket of candy for her birthday from our friend across the street. She was pretty excited about it, and I decided to let her have it all, as long as she shared with AJ. This created lots of smiles! (Hopefully not cavities.) :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QZQ0m_IEKZw/TWnttfOsWTI/AAAAAAAABak/ERimFIrVVmI/s1600/PICT0073.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QZQ0m_IEKZw/TWnttfOsWTI/AAAAAAAABak/ERimFIrVVmI/s400/PICT0073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578250979208091954" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWuFQ-9Rccw/TWnttA7-ndI/AAAAAAAABac/Cmhoqrmb1qA/s1600/PICT0074.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWuFQ-9Rccw/TWnttA7-ndI/AAAAAAAABac/Cmhoqrmb1qA/s400/PICT0074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578250971076533714" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mc-UR-TWKP0/TWnttvmFfEI/AAAAAAAABas/6LwTGs-IBSA/s1600/PICT0076.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mc-UR-TWKP0/TWnttvmFfEI/AAAAAAAABas/6LwTGs-IBSA/s400/PICT0076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578250983601175618" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7RXyBnWNUAA/TWnvjdBzSnI/AAAAAAAABcE/ye4KQd4KLG8/s1600/PICT0085.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7RXyBnWNUAA/TWnvjdBzSnI/AAAAAAAABcE/ye4KQd4KLG8/s400/PICT0085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578253005841713778" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EgPfp9DxhcA/TWnvjDVa2XI/AAAAAAAABb8/qgl5I90D1LY/s1600/PICT0090.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EgPfp9DxhcA/TWnvjDVa2XI/AAAAAAAABb8/qgl5I90D1LY/s400/PICT0090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578252998944676210" /></a><br />AJ was wearing a shirt my little bros used to wear when they were 1 1/2. It has some sort of greyhound dog insignia on the front, and I told him it was a wolf. He was <span style="font-style:italic;">really<span style="font-style:italic;"> excited about this!!! He was talking about it for <span style="font-style:italic;">two days<span style="font-style:italic;">... no joke!</span></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3T1TQ6D8NDw/TWnu62ODHiI/AAAAAAAABbE/bcXwuiu80nA/s1600/PICT0087.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3T1TQ6D8NDw/TWnu62ODHiI/AAAAAAAABbE/bcXwuiu80nA/s400/PICT0087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578252308229332514" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6_A2P1diyBo/TWnu7aEcACI/AAAAAAAABbc/vCGXPOZrLpg/s1600/PICT0091.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6_A2P1diyBo/TWnu7aEcACI/AAAAAAAABbc/vCGXPOZrLpg/s400/PICT0091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578252317852696610" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MkKvxLTf8Cg/TWnu7Jbk7RI/AAAAAAAABbU/Qre8xV_uGLY/s1600/PICT0089.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MkKvxLTf8Cg/TWnu7Jbk7RI/AAAAAAAABbU/Qre8xV_uGLY/s400/PICT0089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578252313386347794" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dOXTds7jX50/TWnu7FuThqI/AAAAAAAABbM/_3O_zsNDqH8/s1600/PICT0092.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dOXTds7jX50/TWnu7FuThqI/AAAAAAAABbM/_3O_zsNDqH8/s400/PICT0092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578252312391157410" /></a><br />Evelyn posing. She loves to smile, especially in front of a camera!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AP7xuNAycJk/TWnvi_T4byI/AAAAAAAABb0/oTVr8H4RWb8/s1600/PICT0071.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AP7xuNAycJk/TWnvi_T4byI/AAAAAAAABb0/oTVr8H4RWb8/s400/PICT0071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578252997864484642" /></a><br />... Playing in the snow with Addie.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5N1gTSGdek/TWnvisqBpNI/AAAAAAAABbs/eO2qGdT-Flk/s1600/PICT0070.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5N1gTSGdek/TWnvisqBpNI/AAAAAAAABbs/eO2qGdT-Flk/s400/PICT0070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578252992857089234" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3hPDuMiYG8/TWntuLWzbSI/AAAAAAAABa8/-3A9ajdlJwc/s1600/PICT0082.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3hPDuMiYG8/TWntuLWzbSI/AAAAAAAABa8/-3A9ajdlJwc/s400/PICT0082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578250991053270306" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wbgxhP3U1bI/TWntt1E4QSI/AAAAAAAABa0/0jdeVrPgB7Q/s1600/PICT0079.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wbgxhP3U1bI/TWntt1E4QSI/AAAAAAAABa0/0jdeVrPgB7Q/s400/PICT0079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578250985072509218" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R7D5WRrvrKM/TWnu7qKt4FI/AAAAAAAABbk/RTFj0L8BqJI/s1600/PICT0048.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R7D5WRrvrKM/TWnu7qKt4FI/AAAAAAAABbk/RTFj0L8BqJI/s400/PICT0048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578252322174001234" /></a><br />AJ at one of many YW basketball games. He doesn't look very excited... apparently, YW basketball doesn't appeal to males of any age. :)The Riggs Family Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16596019865401802497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088429151687187026.post-86231348627155478112010-11-06T22:10:00.001-07:002010-11-06T22:21:31.577-07:00Zoo TodayNo pics yet, but my little kids were so adorable at the zoo today!! I went with my Mom & Dad and sissy, too. It's just so awesome when the kids start getting excited about little adventures like this! Evie just skipped around the whole time--she loved the elephants the best and was so delighted with family members that she played several rounds of musical hand-holding or just holding. She was singing most of the way home and for about a half-hour afterwards. :)<br /><br />AJ was into lions and monkeys best. At one point he said "mowa (more)RARRRR!" He also loved the water animals--he kept trying to jump in with them. As a matter of fact, Evelyn was not shy, either, in this regard. We luckily caught her before she hurled herself in with the cheetahs. <br /><br />What can I say? Our kids are hilarious!!! Thanks for a great day, Parents & Sissy!!! <br /><br />XO,<br />KatieThe Riggs Family Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16596019865401802497noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088429151687187026.post-86070406982966279292010-07-04T23:31:00.000-07:002010-07-04T23:36:44.801-07:00Happy 4th of July!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TDF81as7UnI/AAAAAAAABaA/6gLSq5iPNr8/s1600/PICT0013.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TDF81as7UnI/AAAAAAAABaA/6gLSq5iPNr8/s400/PICT0013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490306677884015218" /></a><br />We hope yours was a blast!!The Riggs Family Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16596019865401802497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088429151687187026.post-22124333013235826252010-07-03T23:23:00.000-07:002010-07-04T23:45:10.731-07:00Evelyn Update<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TDAr-cUqPII/AAAAAAAABZI/zMSQL0faMaY/s1600/PICT0036.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TDAr-cUqPII/AAAAAAAABZI/zMSQL0faMaY/s400/PICT0036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489936297519365250" /></a><br />Evelyn Joy is becoming a little imp-ier by the day, but as she bypassed the terrible two's, we can't complain too much. At 3 1/2 years old, Evie loves to shadow Mommy and Daddy and then do things exactly like them (in that too familiar, disturbing, toddler kind of way...). She is our little imitator. However, unique to Evelyn is her love for her blanky and her sippy cup. As you can see (above) she takes the sippy everywhere... EVERYWHERE! She is having a hard time right now transitioning into summer, as she refuses most every day to wear shorts and short sleeves. Mommy is a little worried about heat stroke. She is still wearing winter jammies, too. In addition, she sleeps with a stuffed bunny from Grandma Riggs and a stuffed American eagle from Grandpa Conway. She loves swimming, riding her tricycle, reading books, singing, dancing, drawing and swinging on everything she can find. She has a chipped front tooth from when she insisted on exiting the car by herself and landed face-first on the pavement. She loves helping Mommy and Daddy and doing things independently. She tries to hold and cuddle AJ, but he freaks out every time. She is a big time lover and cuddler, but she and AJ are always literally fighting for lap time. She also likes to steal his toys. Otherwise, they get along fine. <br />One thing that makes Evie very unique is her amazing recollection of songs. At age three, she probably knows the tune and words to over a hundred, and she'll pull them out at random times. Her favorite right now is "If You're Happy and You Know It." She LOVES her grandparents and is horribly spoiled by them! And, of course, she is adorable!!! :) <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TDAr-P6b3DI/AAAAAAAABZA/KsZe42gOyL4/s1600/2010+JR-178.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TDAr-P6b3DI/AAAAAAAABZA/KsZe42gOyL4/s400/2010+JR-178.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489936294188145714" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TDAqXFwJ7vI/AAAAAAAABYw/KH3-JbHRQSQ/s1600/2010+JR-177.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TDAqXFwJ7vI/AAAAAAAABYw/KH3-JbHRQSQ/s400/2010+JR-177.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489934521934147314" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TDAqWGfLX_I/AAAAAAAABYg/up7-XNVvgoA/s1600/2010+JR-127.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TDAqWGfLX_I/AAAAAAAABYg/up7-XNVvgoA/s400/2010+JR-127.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489934504951504882" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TDAtO5P6UPI/AAAAAAAABZg/Yq16DOM3H68/s1600/PICT0016.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TDAtO5P6UPI/AAAAAAAABZg/Yq16DOM3H68/s400/PICT0016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489937679673610482" /></a> ...Sweating profusely through the summer night (in winter jammies).The Riggs Family Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16596019865401802497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088429151687187026.post-42166015701482203962010-07-03T22:57:00.001-07:002010-07-03T23:22:33.339-07:00AJ Update<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TDAkZbgPnkI/AAAAAAAABYI/Q5i9Jp7LLyw/s1600/2010+JR-147.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TDAkZbgPnkI/AAAAAAAABYI/Q5i9Jp7LLyw/s400/2010+JR-147.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489927965062962754" /></a> <br />AJ is 13 months old, now, and still a complete Mommy's Boy! His teeth total eight now and are sprouting up like mad. He is somewhat slight (his pants fall off of him), somewhat serious, uncompromising, persistent and bright. AJ likes opening and closing things--doors, drawers, containers of all shapes and sizes. He can push shapes through his shape sorter, and so far he uses the following words: book, dog, ball, up, sippy, outside, look, "yuck," no, "yeah," stair, momma, dada, "quack." :) He loves singing the "Five Little Ducks" song with Mommy and Evie. He loves making faces with Evie and playing peekaboo. He is ALWAYS sucking his thumb!! He loves balls, trucks, animals and books. He loves baths but not the pool (yet) and swinging but not the slide (yet). He LOVES to be held! He can't stand NOT being held when he's with a babysitter. He is standing, cruising, and walking while holding one of Mommy or Daddy's hands, but he will not walk on his own, yet, and I have the feeling he will not be coerced into it, as everything he does must be completely his own decision. :)<br /><br />As you can see, he is also adorable.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TDAkY0emo6I/AAAAAAAABYA/vTQ3NXXMij4/s1600/2010+JR-161.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TDAkY0emo6I/AAAAAAAABYA/vTQ3NXXMij4/s400/2010+JR-161.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489927954587100066" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TDAkYHUdxfI/AAAAAAAABX4/jm64o3TjFhc/s1600/2010+JR-120.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TDAkYHUdxfI/AAAAAAAABX4/jm64o3TjFhc/s400/2010+JR-120.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489927942464980466" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TDAkXq4qhUI/AAAAAAAABXw/PwgGOEq10No/s1600/PICT0119.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TDAkXq4qhUI/AAAAAAAABXw/PwgGOEq10No/s400/PICT0119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489927934832182594" /></a>The Riggs Family Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16596019865401802497noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088429151687187026.post-24354892482189923632010-06-28T23:40:00.000-07:002010-06-28T23:57:44.665-07:00Random Stuff We're Doing...Eating brownies...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmWO1Jot_I/AAAAAAAABWU/6RQmVXUJg4A/s1600/PICT0020.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmWO1Jot_I/AAAAAAAABWU/6RQmVXUJg4A/s400/PICT0020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488082802457491442" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmWPDdYWTI/AAAAAAAABWc/ROka9nF1FjU/s1600/PICT0024.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmWPDdYWTI/AAAAAAAABWc/ROka9nF1FjU/s400/PICT0024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488082806298401074" /></a><br />Getting mad at Mommy for not holding him because I wanted to take a picture--he was TOO CUTE!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmWPaYyENI/AAAAAAAABWk/LTEghdhBFS8/s1600/PICT0029.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmWPaYyENI/AAAAAAAABWk/LTEghdhBFS8/s400/PICT0029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488082812453130450" /></a><br />Playing dress up with neighbor-girl's raincoat.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmW784Jw7I/AAAAAAAABWs/N4bmMr2z89M/s1600/PICT0066.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmW784Jw7I/AAAAAAAABWs/N4bmMr2z89M/s400/PICT0066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488083577625756594" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmW8YbRCHI/AAAAAAAABW0/LdXqsnABmXg/s1600/PICT0067.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmW8YbRCHI/AAAAAAAABW0/LdXqsnABmXg/s400/PICT0067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488083585020790898" /></a><br />...And her dog.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmW8gR3rUI/AAAAAAAABW8/Juh79LENacA/s1600/PICT0069.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmW8gR3rUI/AAAAAAAABW8/Juh79LENacA/s400/PICT0069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488083587128864066" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmW8ytaraI/AAAAAAAABXE/cpewbstiY-c/s1600/PICT0070.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmW8ytaraI/AAAAAAAABXE/cpewbstiY-c/s400/PICT0070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488083592076242338" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmWOFj-ImI/AAAAAAAABWE/eKpVgfZyfts/s1600/PICT0015.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmWOFj-ImI/AAAAAAAABWE/eKpVgfZyfts/s400/PICT0015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488082789683044962" /></a><br />STILL trying to get clothes to fit on AJ (notice next to the wagon pictured above he's lost his pants again). <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmW9BolJWI/AAAAAAAABXM/LbsiIzs-CCs/s1600/PICT0124.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmW9BolJWI/AAAAAAAABXM/LbsiIzs-CCs/s400/PICT0124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488083596082488674" /></a>...and getting mad at Mommy again for not holding him. :)The Riggs Family Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16596019865401802497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088429151687187026.post-42611825647003862272010-06-28T22:17:00.000-07:002010-06-28T23:38:18.341-07:00AJ's 1st BirthdayAJ celebrated his 1-year birthday last month in traditional baby fashion: tired, happy, and a little confused. Grandmas and Grandpas adored, parents practically gushed. I just know my AJ is perfect in every way. Try to tell me not, and I'll accidentally delete you from my phone book. Not kidding. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmCoaUeVaI/AAAAAAAABUs/KGt2ppgeDlo/s1600/PICT0033.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmCoaUeVaI/AAAAAAAABUs/KGt2ppgeDlo/s400/PICT0033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488061251699234210" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmCouLNr6I/AAAAAAAABU0/ehi9FKGcyss/s1600/PICT0035.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmCouLNr6I/AAAAAAAABU0/ehi9FKGcyss/s400/PICT0035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488061257029103522" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmCo83oUyI/AAAAAAAABU8/j5fYugRynTQ/s1600/PICT0038.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmCo83oUyI/AAAAAAAABU8/j5fYugRynTQ/s400/PICT0038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488061260973495074" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmELY4QMvI/AAAAAAAABVk/kGf0JXp1WqI/s1600/PICT0051.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmELY4QMvI/AAAAAAAABVk/kGf0JXp1WqI/s400/PICT0051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488062952119481074" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmRsC_707I/AAAAAAAABV8/SiY5OZdwdJM/s1600/PICT0061.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmRsC_707I/AAAAAAAABV8/SiY5OZdwdJM/s400/PICT0061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488077806832964530" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmEL4GqyJI/AAAAAAAABV0/5zjFwZi6YXQ/s1600/PICT0060.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmEL4GqyJI/AAAAAAAABV0/5zjFwZi6YXQ/s400/PICT0060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488062960501442706" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmEK8JZfgI/AAAAAAAABVc/h7ufH-3_u-0/s1600/PICT0049.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmEK8JZfgI/AAAAAAAABVc/h7ufH-3_u-0/s400/PICT0049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488062944406765058" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmCpLgj7hI/AAAAAAAABVE/5FVRO6GfNXo/s1600/PICT0042.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmCpLgj7hI/AAAAAAAABVE/5FVRO6GfNXo/s400/PICT0042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488061264903269906" /></a> Voom! Voom! Voooom!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmCp2_CwvI/AAAAAAAABVM/2DDHgXcgE4o/s1600/PICT0046.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmCp2_CwvI/AAAAAAAABVM/2DDHgXcgE4o/s400/PICT0046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488061276573844210" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmEKkxan5I/AAAAAAAABVU/HlpntOFa5_E/s1600/PICT0048.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCmEKkxan5I/AAAAAAAABVU/HlpntOFa5_E/s400/PICT0048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488062938132160402" /></a>The Riggs Family Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16596019865401802497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088429151687187026.post-71250170350309768642010-06-26T00:02:00.000-07:002010-06-26T00:06:53.641-07:00Block PartyThis was a day when I thought my kids were very cute. :) Playing blocks nicely. Evie said the house she made was "Grandma's House." <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCWmprow8nI/AAAAAAAABUk/3dgcMvQhD-A/s1600/PICT0008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCWmprow8nI/AAAAAAAABUk/3dgcMvQhD-A/s320/PICT0008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486974956039369330" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCWmpaf74wI/AAAAAAAABUc/8vxKbK6qgB4/s1600/PICT0006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCWmpaf74wI/AAAAAAAABUc/8vxKbK6qgB4/s320/PICT0006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486974951438934786" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCWmpLfRAAI/AAAAAAAABUU/yuicJOkalAc/s1600/PICT0005.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCWmpLfRAAI/AAAAAAAABUU/yuicJOkalAc/s320/PICT0005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486974947409592322" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCWmovgT_tI/AAAAAAAABUM/TQn2rPxOz58/s1600/PICT0002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/TCWmovgT_tI/AAAAAAAABUM/TQn2rPxOz58/s320/PICT0002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486974939897790162" /></a>The Riggs Family Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16596019865401802497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088429151687187026.post-76795937489914427232010-04-15T23:20:00.001-07:002010-04-15T23:44:11.607-07:00BirthdaysMine and Evelyn's birthdays are two weeks apart exactly. Justin loves it. Actually, no, he doesn't at all. He also doesn't like that our anniversary and Valentine's Day and Evelyn's birthday are all the same week. That's a lot of presents. <br /><br />I'd like to say we did it simply, but that's just not how Mommy rolls. Evelyn had a nice big birthday party (eighteen kiddos... whew!) and then she went swimming in the afternoon with her friends and grandma and daddy and then we had a family party for her that evening. She was pretty lackluster by that evening's party, as you can tell. However, she has asked for her birthday again almost every day since. That's the goal: <span style="font-style:italic;">legendary</span> birthday parties. ...This is how I'd like my birthdays to be, Sweetie. ...Sweetie?? <br />Yeah, I know you don't read this... :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S8gCsc_QggI/AAAAAAAABP8/pkSQP9M92xM/s1600/PICT0015.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S8gCsc_QggI/AAAAAAAABP8/pkSQP9M92xM/s400/PICT0015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460617510905741826" /></a>...at Evie's "kid" birthday party, making Valentines and devouring chocolate cupcakes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S8gCs0hOLYI/AAAAAAAABQE/Vh3MENd2V0I/s1600/PICT0016.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S8gCs0hOLYI/AAAAAAAABQE/Vh3MENd2V0I/s400/PICT0016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460617517222210946" /></a>Evie opening presents with Grandma.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S8gCtJGpVTI/AAAAAAAABQM/NHrF1F0n3OA/s1600/PICT0019.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S8gCtJGpVTI/AAAAAAAABQM/NHrF1F0n3OA/s400/PICT0019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460617522747888946" /></a>Oh. Yippee. A watch. (Feeling tired and definitely not in the mood to play it up for the camera...)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S8gCtvCuXwI/AAAAAAAABQU/M9clvoZm5lk/s1600/PICT0022.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S8gCtvCuXwI/AAAAAAAABQU/M9clvoZm5lk/s400/PICT0022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460617532931989250" /></a><br />She did crack a little smile when she saw we bought her "Horton Hears a Who"...<br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S8gCr6kSATI/AAAAAAAABP0/gdf8JReEMbo/s1600/PICT0196.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S8gCr6kSATI/AAAAAAAABP0/gdf8JReEMbo/s400/PICT0196.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460617501665788210" /></a><br />Mom made me what looks like a wagon wheel cake... :) It was delicious!The Riggs Family Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16596019865401802497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088429151687187026.post-29144355301000911112010-04-15T23:06:00.000-07:002010-04-15T23:19:51.223-07:00Snowy Day in February...So I like to specify dates in the blogs, as it helps my reader(s?) get an idea of how old the kids are, but by doing so I must own how delinquent I am in posting my pictures. This was a snowy day in February, and the kids were so cute, I decided to take pictures of them in their warm snowsuits. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S8f_EUNHxQI/AAAAAAAABO0/3obD-lEryHs/s1600/PICT0002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S8f_EUNHxQI/AAAAAAAABO0/3obD-lEryHs/s400/PICT0002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460613522818319618" /></a><br />AJ doesn't have boots, so I just hauled him around while I took pictures of Evie. Evie have been foaming at the mouth to play outside more since January... <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S8gAQ9MkmaI/AAAAAAAABPc/Q06fjsPnewY/s1600/PICT0010.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S8gAQ9MkmaI/AAAAAAAABPc/Q06fjsPnewY/s400/PICT0010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460614839491926434" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S8f_F2UE4uI/AAAAAAAABPM/SaFugP6fmw0/s1600/PICT0007.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S8f_F2UE4uI/AAAAAAAABPM/SaFugP6fmw0/s400/PICT0007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460613549154165474" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S8f_E9VpzGI/AAAAAAAABO8/cDMMAOwyZPE/s1600/PICT0004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S8f_E9VpzGI/AAAAAAAABO8/cDMMAOwyZPE/s400/PICT0004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460613533859957858" /></a>Throwing a snowball... <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S8f_Fda-FCI/AAAAAAAABPE/zbMrnlI7kcQ/s1600/PICT0006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S8f_Fda-FCI/AAAAAAAABPE/zbMrnlI7kcQ/s400/PICT0006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460613542472193058" /></a> <br /><br />The snow was good and powdery, so we couldn't make the snowman stick together. Yes, this is a laying-down snowman, and yes, he has grass for eyes.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S8gAR_9nQlI/AAAAAAAABPs/qTbQdlGq154/s1600/PICT0013.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S8gAR_9nQlI/AAAAAAAABPs/qTbQdlGq154/s400/PICT0013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460614857414361682" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S8gART9xmOI/AAAAAAAABPk/7wgbZHhuu9U/s1600/PICT0012.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S8gART9xmOI/AAAAAAAABPk/7wgbZHhuu9U/s400/PICT0012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460614845603879138" /></a>The Riggs Family Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16596019865401802497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088429151687187026.post-39672378534442292452010-04-15T22:54:00.000-07:002010-04-15T23:05:16.049-07:00Mommy-holics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S8f9Uy3Px7I/AAAAAAAABOs/Rilh6YN7eTg/s1600/Always+at+my+feet...+Feb2010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S8f9Uy3Px7I/AAAAAAAABOs/Rilh6YN7eTg/s400/Always+at+my+feet...+Feb2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460611606902720434" /></a><br /><br />My children follow me and often claw at my feet for attention (this is even after I've given it to them all morning). Just thought I'd post a picture of the view I have every second of every day. Yes, this is in the bathroom, and no, I rarely have quiet time even there.The Riggs Family Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16596019865401802497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088429151687187026.post-70962749494743646622010-03-20T23:49:00.000-07:002010-03-20T23:57:08.522-07:00Goodnight, Don't Sleep Too Tight!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S6XCdK5AL5I/AAAAAAAABOc/CKFjSFK1gS8/s1600-h/PICT0087.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S6XCdK5AL5I/AAAAAAAABOc/CKFjSFK1gS8/s400/PICT0087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450976730397290386" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S6XCcoHEV0I/AAAAAAAABOU/YbHkBsT_geQ/s1600-h/Evie+sleeping.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S6XCcoHEV0I/AAAAAAAABOU/YbHkBsT_geQ/s400/Evie+sleeping.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450976721061041986" /></a><br /><br />Dear Evelyn,<br /><br />We're running out of Pull-ups and don't want to buy any more. You've done great at getting "potty a-train!"-ed as you like to say it. Now is the time to move to the next step. Please don't pee in the bed tonight. :)<br /><br />Love,<br />MommyThe Riggs Family Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16596019865401802497noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088429151687187026.post-58947261194666106712010-03-04T00:46:00.000-08:002010-03-04T01:06:53.993-08:00Wrapping Up DecemberJustin's best pal from back-in-the-day was in town for Christmas, and we spent a fun evening eating and playing games with them. Here's both our families: <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S490bmZjZCI/AAAAAAAABNU/BDxf5VUQr-0/s1600-h/PICT0161.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S490bmZjZCI/AAAAAAAABNU/BDxf5VUQr-0/s400/PICT0161.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444698492027233314" /></a><br />And here is Evie modeling her cute new Christmas clothes! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S490a-ZYxbI/AAAAAAAABNE/ThJQhDfuzLA/s1600-h/PICT0162.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S490a-ZYxbI/AAAAAAAABNE/ThJQhDfuzLA/s400/PICT0162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444698481289119154" /></a><br />Cousins are up for one last cuddle with Grandpa, and we took a shot with them. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S490bG9FDGI/AAAAAAAABNM/zcsRXSM0YbA/s1600-h/PICT0164.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S490bG9FDGI/AAAAAAAABNM/zcsRXSM0YbA/s400/PICT0164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444698483586305122" /></a><br />New Year's Eve, we decided to go swimming with cute cousins Porter and Keaton at the rec center in Golden. Uncle Ben kept them all from drowning. :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S490aQMEDwI/AAAAAAAABM8/ysYoMhbPgVI/s1600-h/PICT0166.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S490aQMEDwI/AAAAAAAABM8/ysYoMhbPgVI/s400/PICT0166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444698468885204738" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S490Z4dphbI/AAAAAAAABM0/gkfunET6Auo/s1600-h/PICT0172.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S490Z4dphbI/AAAAAAAABM0/gkfunET6Auo/s400/PICT0172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444698462516512178" /></a><br />Evelyn and Uncle Ben. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S49030UUTvI/AAAAAAAABN8/ppOQEyWnH00/s1600-h/PICT0176.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S49030UUTvI/AAAAAAAABN8/ppOQEyWnH00/s400/PICT0176.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444698976799706866" /></a><br />The light was pretty good, so I got a few of Porter and Keaton in the water. Here's Keaton playing. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S4903e6Ux3I/AAAAAAAABN0/ESUbwalUpNk/s1600-h/PICT0183.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S4903e6Ux3I/AAAAAAAABN0/ESUbwalUpNk/s400/PICT0183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444698971053541234" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S4902ww_VzI/AAAAAAAABNs/PNLIg4IicQA/s1600-h/PICT0184.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S4902ww_VzI/AAAAAAAABNs/PNLIg4IicQA/s400/PICT0184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444698958666356530" /></a><br />Keaton practicing his freestyle. Porter is being chill. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S4902eANdDI/AAAAAAAABNk/qWGsPBwQO4g/s1600-h/PICT0186.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S4902eANdDI/AAAAAAAABNk/qWGsPBwQO4g/s400/PICT0186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444698953629922354" /></a><br />Cute brothers. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S49011FTaoI/AAAAAAAABNc/NWpTqdHwNTA/s1600-h/PICT0189.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S49011FTaoI/AAAAAAAABNc/NWpTqdHwNTA/s400/PICT0189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444698942645430914" /></a><br />Evie totally bonded with these two while they were in town. She keeps asking for them to come over, still. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S491JO2qMjI/AAAAAAAABOM/FmdzZmXNKWQ/s1600-h/PICT0190.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S491JO2qMjI/AAAAAAAABOM/FmdzZmXNKWQ/s400/PICT0190.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444699275980845618" /></a><br />Keaton takes care of his little cousin. :) <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S491IqwjbxI/AAAAAAAABOE/WUfcnAPLJmw/s1600-h/PICT0191.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdplLVXCVEM/S491IqwjbxI/AAAAAAAABOE/WUfcnAPLJmw/s400/PICT0191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444699266291560210" /></a><br /><br />We miss you guys!The Riggs Family Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16596019865401802497noreply@blogger.com2