tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178232252024-03-06T22:40:56.754-05:00Documenting the Lutz Family LifeA blog mostly for grandmas and other people who like my kids.Mama Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03601300948924974515noreply@blogger.comBlogger182125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17823225.post-23614849228154840662013-04-24T11:04:00.001-05:002013-04-24T11:04:09.694-05:00seven, four, and twenty months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Mama Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03601300948924974515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17823225.post-71584201737316677452012-10-31T23:05:00.002-05:002012-10-31T23:05:49.199-05:00Halloween 2012<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Mama Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03601300948924974515noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17823225.post-26978516554080181642012-10-28T15:54:00.000-05:002012-10-28T15:54:06.911-05:00This is what we do while we wait for Dad after church.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Mama Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03601300948924974515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17823225.post-82619801189002523482012-10-24T19:38:00.001-05:002012-10-24T19:38:16.443-05:00Happy birthday, Rachel Wells!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Mama Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03601300948924974515noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17823225.post-59083385012856684372012-10-22T19:58:00.000-05:002012-10-22T19:58:08.310-05:00In the Whole Wide World<br />
<b>Ben:</b> Mommmm, you know who is the coolest person in the whole wide world is?<br />
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<b>Me:</b> Nope. Who?<br />
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<b>Ben:</b> ME.<br />
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<b>Me:</b> Hmmmm, what if Daddy is the coolest person in the world?<br />
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<b>Ben: </b>Well, he's not.<br />
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<b>Me:</b> What makes you the coolest?<br />
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<b>Ben:</b> Because I can do lots of cool tricks.<br />
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<b>Me:</b> You know what I think makes you cool? God <i>made you</i>.<br />
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<b>Ben: </b>Yeah, and God made me <i>cool.</i> Did you notice that? <br />
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After you check Ben out about nineteen times, you should watch a few more times to catch the sweet moves of Gabby and my cousin Andy. With the exceptions of Gabby and my cousin Jennifer's son Tyler, I had no idea anyone in our family could dance. Hawkins, Lutz, and Huffstetler branches best beware, because I'm probably going to throw many dance parties to put you to the test.Mama Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03601300948924974515noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17823225.post-53708028745889890602012-10-07T21:23:00.000-05:002012-10-07T21:23:05.262-05:00Nate Walks!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So, this isn't happening all the time, and it certainly hasn't happened in further lengths than this... but it happened! I'm kind of thrilled, because babies that can walk have more fun outside than babies that can only crawl. Yeah, you can't tell how happy I am by how stinkin' high my voice is in the video. Nah. Can't tell at all.Mama Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03601300948924974515noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17823225.post-27328370264440776882012-09-08T08:48:00.001-05:002012-09-08T08:48:25.940-05:00Let the games begin!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPq6Z8x4jT9hTcA4B_1eGKddlZu15N-PUSQFsgXeLH6U5sq7dRWnckbeHlrWY1QNyxkzvAppE_lCzrtytUwpl-5dQiTugTPRldo2-gmG-OhDTDFwyhq1GHoqK1f2SWoX8XciHHsg/s1600/IMG_20120908_084614-705941.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPq6Z8x4jT9hTcA4B_1eGKddlZu15N-PUSQFsgXeLH6U5sq7dRWnckbeHlrWY1QNyxkzvAppE_lCzrtytUwpl-5dQiTugTPRldo2-gmG-OhDTDFwyhq1GHoqK1f2SWoX8XciHHsg/s320/IMG_20120908_084614-705941.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5785802440744550034" /></a></p> Mama Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03601300948924974515noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17823225.post-84135490865950146352012-08-09T10:02:00.001-05:002012-08-09T10:02:03.282-05:00Re: Birthday Boy<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu4kmLFb_3jjs6lHu3QR8WidleNYAEKao94bK5Q4WARxIEQarwcdTguH4SXEciwX2hRbnVAWruObOLSvZyj1U_HWubzkainQTz37S-0LOhGaDDZfmqUn6b_L8uvlN6q3HU5trC0A/s1600/IMAG0672-1-1-723283.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu4kmLFb_3jjs6lHu3QR8WidleNYAEKao94bK5Q4WARxIEQarwcdTguH4SXEciwX2hRbnVAWruObOLSvZyj1U_HWubzkainQTz37S-0LOhGaDDZfmqUn6b_L8uvlN6q3HU5trC0A/s320/IMAG0672-1-1-723283.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5774688862014591746" /></a></p>Yesterday was so busy that I didn't get to post this picture. Our sweet Nathanael Ray is 1 year old! More video and pics to come... Party on Saturday!<div class="gmail_quote"><blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin:0 0 0 .8ex;border-left:1px #ccc solid;padding-left:1ex"> <div class="gmail_quote"> </div> </blockquote></div><br> Mama Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03601300948924974515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17823225.post-19764067860349413992012-06-03T21:59:00.000-05:002012-06-03T21:59:16.598-05:00Recital Week<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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So, in the Book of Proverbs, it says, "A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity." (17:17) <br />
However, my prayer lately is that they'll be siblings <i>and</i> friends. The best part of my day is often listening to one of these precious three making another one laugh. All three do play together pretty well right now. It wasn't even until this year when Gabby and Ben figured out how to purposefully irritate the other. I think they used to call that "pushing buttons" in the days of yore. Obviously, there's more of that to come. Obviously. [sigh] I just don't believe that they have to hate each other. Every now and then I see families where the kids truly do nothing but fight, and I think how blessed I am to have had parents that showed us how to play together and love each other. I think they used to call it "getting along" in the days of yore. <br />
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Sure, we got on each other's nerves. And we got in trouble for using some pretty ugly names for each other. But I don't remember much of that. I mostly remember singing together in the van on road trips. <br />
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Yeah, I'm definitely praying that my kids will love each other the way I love my sisters.Mama Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03601300948924974515noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17823225.post-47058830610492839012012-04-25T15:18:00.000-05:002012-04-25T15:18:13.760-05:00Let-DownPoor guy has been ogling our meals for awhile now. I finally let him in on the fun this week. He seemed pretty thrilled to be getting his first run at table food. Pretty thrilled, that is, until he actually tasted the peas. <br />
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Not a fan.. Since then, he's decided he does like chicken-flavored rice from the Steamfresh line by Bird's Eye. Just so you know.Mama Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03601300948924974515noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17823225.post-52184349093860230312012-04-08T15:02:00.008-05:002012-04-08T15:41:10.471-05:00Easter 2012You know you're settled in somewhere when you turn to your spouse and say, "These are the same shots I get every year." Easter egg hunt, me with camera, annoying certain families who don't like to be photographed, standing in chairs to get the angle, running ahead to try to catch faces... I just realized my dad did this our whole childhood. Now I will do this more proudly! I guess I unofficially consider myself the church Easter egg hunt photographer, but I'll get to the ones you want to see the most: Lutz kids!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd-wksMHX87s2c3dmWwi9-Wetw86HckOf_YwBeDc1qyzP1ZyMtnOPil4InbLBJqW4hOWn8BdzExVRURaQ9-N0MsBMV6CeHALjl9U4imonmJTywvin0rkedWEoGs0nxAGQ3NNbtyA/s1600/IMG_1347.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd-wksMHX87s2c3dmWwi9-Wetw86HckOf_YwBeDc1qyzP1ZyMtnOPil4InbLBJqW4hOWn8BdzExVRURaQ9-N0MsBMV6CeHALjl9U4imonmJTywvin0rkedWEoGs0nxAGQ3NNbtyA/s400/IMG_1347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729123193035867810" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyeXxn1T6Lj20rQLBMHQRHcPnH48i1_joR9RFClttIAufqTPGvTKQCeLiKKceVldBvvI8ZCxNbDgQXeGSarVlkF85le7ZjLpRffz-bmdv9XeHR6O_K9AF8DzhDu1XKGtKFcuoN8A/s1600/IMG_1374.JPG.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyeXxn1T6Lj20rQLBMHQRHcPnH48i1_joR9RFClttIAufqTPGvTKQCeLiKKceVldBvvI8ZCxNbDgQXeGSarVlkF85le7ZjLpRffz-bmdv9XeHR6O_K9AF8DzhDu1XKGtKFcuoN8A/s400/IMG_1374.JPG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729123178759794690" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqkLdmkOHJwKHcXpMJisBXdh64dr_X9YDTcDfKPjYM4nbYwVbjIBazNtk9ZRREZ_rsOe7abSGgtuwaF5uYWOZbrTZc_-3o5sHjaVUrw6j7omngEo05A5CKDVqgw5FHIr_QeY78Wg/s1600/IMG_1350.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqkLdmkOHJwKHcXpMJisBXdh64dr_X9YDTcDfKPjYM4nbYwVbjIBazNtk9ZRREZ_rsOe7abSGgtuwaF5uYWOZbrTZc_-3o5sHjaVUrw6j7omngEo05A5CKDVqgw5FHIr_QeY78Wg/s400/IMG_1350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729123197506311218" border="0" /></a><br />While hiding the eggs for the second hunt, I had a little moment to myself and thought about how we adults don't always do such a thorough job explaining faith traditions to kids. Maybe that's why it seems like the Easter Bunny is just the Santa of Spring. (Anybody else notice that trend growing?) Anyway, my mind wanders through the egg hunt analogy, and I'm thinking, "Adults should do this!" The empty egg = the empty tomb = resurrection = Life. Life, as opposed to death. Life, as in abundant, full, good, satisfying life. And we totally get distracted from hunting it. Little reminders are hidden all over the place, and we're distracted by flowers (or bees on the flowers!) or cameras or dayplanners or... Adults need an egg hunt, because we're the ones who forget to explain this pretty neat tradition to little ones.<br /><br />So what does Jason preach this morning?<br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span id="en-ESV-25986" class="text Luke-24-5"><span style="font-style: italic;">And as they were frightened and bowed their faces to the ground, the men said to them, “Why do you seek the living among the dead?"</span><br />{Luke 24:5}</span><br /></div>Yup. Looking for Life in dayplanners.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn9aRQ7wyJG5W6XFwLT7GukXqHLC3kTiEWj7MOKwnF_AyEKnDVpfUxZ7YEKks9FKO3GQyBHMZjAXipUqB9VT65Jt7KLyBm5Z9l4QwjOCu6OnCx_K0WaZD_jNxr8YGEiFA5IhKLhw/s1600/IMG_1382b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn9aRQ7wyJG5W6XFwLT7GukXqHLC3kTiEWj7MOKwnF_AyEKnDVpfUxZ7YEKks9FKO3GQyBHMZjAXipUqB9VT65Jt7KLyBm5Z9l4QwjOCu6OnCx_K0WaZD_jNxr8YGEiFA5IhKLhw/s400/IMG_1382b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729123173410798098" border="0" /></a>Happy Easter! Praying that you and yours have Life and have it abundantly.Mama Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03601300948924974515noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17823225.post-91242658210633993152012-03-30T20:47:00.007-05:002012-03-30T22:12:13.540-05:00CousinsCousins, but kinda like brothers.<br />Cousins, but kinda like a comedy duo.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='467' height='387' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy40idINqnw8E3d8Z5RenZSrSMmfrfu2Mj9xElwn26T9q0hiGBkd5fT-a4Yg9JB3ic-SR5uovviOtI' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Mama Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03601300948924974515noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17823225.post-40236262273183388922012-03-17T21:00:00.006-05:002012-03-17T21:27:22.736-05:00The Cat Came Back<i>The cat came back/ the very next day/ Thought he was a gonner but the kitty came back/ 'cause he couldn't stay away</i><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ZBHy8OGAOwpIqvc8PGSIR6olY98BlrsRdrbuG0kmmp2E9c4JheCsnH1PinhYRtFxfQbolfM-GLh4XfR4hPi8BEUvDlJbrvL1e1Ez5cNCDEj27xTn0XFSHMk7Hb0CQxVGd0M_gA/s1600/Arts+Alive+2012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ZBHy8OGAOwpIqvc8PGSIR6olY98BlrsRdrbuG0kmmp2E9c4JheCsnH1PinhYRtFxfQbolfM-GLh4XfR4hPi8BEUvDlJbrvL1e1Ez5cNCDEj27xTn0XFSHMk7Hb0CQxVGd0M_gA/s400/Arts+Alive+2012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721054257251145986" border="0" /></a><br />That <a href="http://thelutzes.blogspot.com/2012/02/gabrielle-artiste.html">curious cat</a> "full of personality" (as Gabby's art teacher described him) was strutting his stuff again for the general public today. Arts Alive is an annual event put on by our school system<a href="http://thelutzes.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-over.html"> that I've blogged about before</a>. This year, I had plenty to celebrate...<br /><br />1) My daughter's work was featured in the gallery!<br />2) I took a group from the alternative high school that I work at, and they've never had a group perform that I know of. I have a lot of respect for those gutsy five kids who sang today, and hopefully they changed some minds in the audience who might believe that kids who've been sent to an alternative school are "too bad" to do anything positive.<br />3) I wasn't in charge this year. Let's say that again! I wasn't in charge this year! Whoop!<br /><br />Other great things that happened today included bike rides, "Taco Bells" (as Ben says,) and the power team of Gabby+Jason working their way through another soccer game. I'm not sure if she's completely in love with soccer of her own yet, but she's completely in love with her dad. Her dad loves soccer, and so she enjoys it, too. Don't get me wrong, she puts forth a lot of effort and seems to have fun, but I know that deep down he's her #1 motivating factor. So sweet. Coach Jason has been dealt a really young team it seems, and he is so patient and encouraging with the kids. Our favorite moment so far involves our goalie placing the ball on the ground right in front of the goal while Jason yells, "Throw it! Throw it! Noooooo... Pick it up! Throw-" And that's when the other team scored.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRSxmFkzGm81HGwIbeVSRx4d82eQMV-jwVHRKv0nib02FYZret24qzQ3gNkwpbIIOSkDJD2aTU9kVgCR92MxXpZCyUFgaFvY5-ZnHiD__SFhTDcjU8gV-PnORTIagGtrsBVIu6_A/s1600/Soccer+2012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRSxmFkzGm81HGwIbeVSRx4d82eQMV-jwVHRKv0nib02FYZret24qzQ3gNkwpbIIOSkDJD2aTU9kVgCR92MxXpZCyUFgaFvY5-ZnHiD__SFhTDcjU8gV-PnORTIagGtrsBVIu6_A/s400/Soccer+2012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721053230118797666" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Little brothers take their sideline cheering job seriously.<br />That is, unless there's anything else to do.<br /></span></div>Mama Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03601300948924974515noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17823225.post-45075369431241232912012-03-05T22:47:00.003-05:002012-03-05T22:52:02.794-05:00Late Night with LaurenSo, my version of a late night talk show involves very little talking, a few pictures, and sleep. I need sleep and shouldn't even be posting, but I'm telling myself that these pictures must be immediately shared with the 9 people who look at this blog in case they need a smile early tomorrow morning. You're welcome, from the bottom of my drowsy heart.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPGSr6PNCL-RqvXwtg3w1lzU8TUMVP7PZizolxf-12NpgMQJjgsWEB-vf19lHHL4UJ0SsLtLkPrl7fGm_uHTXf_BQhflUlyffESNKeEtg0ukHhpESZbgODsrDuBuQ0GTKwhCTRLw/s1600/IMG_1225.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPGSr6PNCL-RqvXwtg3w1lzU8TUMVP7PZizolxf-12NpgMQJjgsWEB-vf19lHHL4UJ0SsLtLkPrl7fGm_uHTXf_BQhflUlyffESNKeEtg0ukHhpESZbgODsrDuBuQ0GTKwhCTRLw/s400/IMG_1225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716626451509505938" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQlOAVxDH2bBn3JHVNRgtSRbn0veb2Krg15l57yHNb0i5FUm4MKrDuHJwKg8gA_7i_7eE_LGfhF1-CMfqRtfaGZClJ2SNLOroGSqKm8cc1dg-_miWjKx0L7DjfO7Fehq0kyzQnEw/s1600/IMG_1242.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQlOAVxDH2bBn3JHVNRgtSRbn0veb2Krg15l57yHNb0i5FUm4MKrDuHJwKg8gA_7i_7eE_LGfhF1-CMfqRtfaGZClJ2SNLOroGSqKm8cc1dg-_miWjKx0L7DjfO7Fehq0kyzQnEw/s400/IMG_1242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716626420607205298" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0lRvlK9fuekUkgcVuUwteLd-WWXFlu21jq7c4sI113IRhUE-iVXjgXzs_fNUO_8cXbRXIM6syLf2C0BepmYKUxFFBA9YGaDYtqe58HHRBajEYM-RnZrKFcLXAM4az7kEKoZLohQ/s1600/IMG_1247.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0lRvlK9fuekUkgcVuUwteLd-WWXFlu21jq7c4sI113IRhUE-iVXjgXzs_fNUO_8cXbRXIM6syLf2C0BepmYKUxFFBA9YGaDYtqe58HHRBajEYM-RnZrKFcLXAM4az7kEKoZLohQ/s400/IMG_1247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716626446635169698" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqs-ghoUmQDMXhX_ZH7KOljB3ri-10hgr1py3pO_l1XLUCb87Cq8rmXPcCKL8PL95LoQ30RfVTs7fCwZmDVg3N70XCT32BEJ8uorNnX-a-JXLNnkpdoDsh4pv011WWjxj4NBiWdw/s1600/IMG_1220.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqs-ghoUmQDMXhX_ZH7KOljB3ri-10hgr1py3pO_l1XLUCb87Cq8rmXPcCKL8PL95LoQ30RfVTs7fCwZmDVg3N70XCT32BEJ8uorNnX-a-JXLNnkpdoDsh4pv011WWjxj4NBiWdw/s400/IMG_1220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716626407616957218" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsYiIA567IPgNnRTUCiQpPf26i8pOnikpORILci6AqGR8o4mwCx9WNEyg2sYICEMqBwKEza2tZHx3lGf_5Ir0NMYd9rluj1n23Cyjh80K6TY_w-w3X1Fwzs8uni_xibn-znl6FSA/s1600/IMG_1221.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsYiIA567IPgNnRTUCiQpPf26i8pOnikpORILci6AqGR8o4mwCx9WNEyg2sYICEMqBwKEza2tZHx3lGf_5Ir0NMYd9rluj1n23Cyjh80K6TY_w-w3X1Fwzs8uni_xibn-znl6FSA/s400/IMG_1221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716626416670858818" border="0" /></a>Mama Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03601300948924974515noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17823225.post-53382434281141908182012-03-03T07:06:00.003-05:002012-03-03T08:35:47.452-05:00Gabrielle the Dental Assistant<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzJ5Q_tpRn9U3JZc5KqFH2ghrH-AAccPHt9inD17STkX8sFemdU5soGdcbxueNfgt3MlYMQ6jXMgOyL5eRTVpn9BpsFW1ytF_3m9PA5J856l7aR0q7M9nOtJPNj_pbO8QzaWeQjQ/s1600/2012-03-019514-33-1695552-791467.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzJ5Q_tpRn9U3JZc5KqFH2ghrH-AAccPHt9inD17STkX8sFemdU5soGdcbxueNfgt3MlYMQ6jXMgOyL5eRTVpn9BpsFW1ytF_3m9PA5J856l7aR0q7M9nOtJPNj_pbO8QzaWeQjQ/s320/2012-03-019514-33-1695552-791467.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715641078522264114" border="0" /></a></p><p>Jason and I got our teeth cleaned this week, and this precious thing was on staff during our visit. She was quite handy with the suction thingamabob, from what I hear. Thanks to our friend Ashley (the <span style="font-style: italic;">real</span> dental assistant) for hooking her up with the job and snapping this pic.<br /></p>Mama Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03601300948924974515noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17823225.post-59096098725416113732012-02-23T19:12:00.001-05:002012-02-23T19:12:45.072-05:00Gabrielle the Artiste<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKjLHL0zpcdQoNlPkXCHdAnsmrLGwyVm9fFb8vGBDivYndBI9esUsQYqTQyzpyBBbKNkekdAGHXj3WctKvDdgSM4oOKOSMgI_Bthzc44RtFWzbPdzmUua-4CFuoV3saK_i26AHoQ/s1600/IMAG0365-1-765073.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKjLHL0zpcdQoNlPkXCHdAnsmrLGwyVm9fFb8vGBDivYndBI9esUsQYqTQyzpyBBbKNkekdAGHXj3WctKvDdgSM4oOKOSMgI_Bthzc44RtFWzbPdzmUua-4CFuoV3saK_i26AHoQ/s320/IMAG0365-1-765073.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712488467271723826" /></a></p><p>Gabby's work has gone public! I'd get an autograph from her while you can. This piece is hanging in the local credit union alongside only 4 other works, all from students older than her. She has titled it [dramatic pause]<br> "The Cat."<br> The cat was cut from another piece of paper and glued onto the background. Highly technical work, you know. Notice the attention to the animal's posture. But what does it meeeeean? Only the artist knows for sure.</p> Mama Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03601300948924974515noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17823225.post-35161038874047909612012-02-11T17:06:00.002-05:002012-02-11T17:56:09.706-05:00Jumpin' Jellybeans!<p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoAqfeeAZdJyroBuYqw_kBHl6V5Ydii7NeUc-TxTYUntH83LqKSfl4VryuamxE6cAuuLPd7AMYzDaXWHwdyBoviVJ9w9NWfgOi5_zQtIg9367m5Dz8Ay4vJf8vG4-HzE2RV8rxXg/s1600/IMAG0323-784713.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoAqfeeAZdJyroBuYqw_kBHl6V5Ydii7NeUc-TxTYUntH83LqKSfl4VryuamxE6cAuuLPd7AMYzDaXWHwdyBoviVJ9w9NWfgOi5_zQtIg9367m5Dz8Ay4vJf8vG4-HzE2RV8rxXg/s320/IMAG0323-784713.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708002889233451874" border="0" /></a></p><p>So far, so good. This trampoline is currently my favorite non-essential purchase of the month. As we walked through the store with it's green cover sticking high out of the cart, I felt like Supermom. Every kid within 30 yards of us breathlessly proclaimed, "Sheeee's got a <span style="font-style: italic;">trampoline</span>..." I avoided eye contact with their parents so that I could fully enjoy my state of self-congratulation. I'm pretty sure they were sending daggers my way as they anticipated whining all the way home. <span style="font-style: italic;">"I want a trampoline, too-ooooo!"</span> Hey, I can't help it if $30 is a cheap price to pay for the best solution I can think of to 3yo Wintertime Angst.</p>Mama Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03601300948924974515noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17823225.post-49527351619110131632012-02-08T19:36:00.002-05:002012-02-11T17:57:15.238-05:00Half-Birthday<p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuhkJBnRd1NiYeiY8gfTZx0xDA3vAhOdAImjfmneGP1hOPtbt60P2LxVUVvaCGzmBGzfTHs7D6F9uD-yuTv4rhPOvqPYHX5HRv-xKO85mnSYOGwEo07SJPMd05-ts37AEq_8j7tg/s1600/IMAG0321-1-705894.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuhkJBnRd1NiYeiY8gfTZx0xDA3vAhOdAImjfmneGP1hOPtbt60P2LxVUVvaCGzmBGzfTHs7D6F9uD-yuTv4rhPOvqPYHX5HRv-xKO85mnSYOGwEo07SJPMd05-ts37AEq_8j7tg/s320/IMAG0321-1-705894.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706928377304855010" border="0" /></a></p><p>Sweet, sweet Nate is 6 months old today, and I'm finally realizing that he's not a newborn anymore. He can sit up unassisted for a few minutes or a few seconds or not at all, depending on his mood. He's a great eater, is cutting his first tooth, and still gets up once or twice a night to nurse. His favorite dance floor moves are The Superman (lay on your belly and hold your arms and legs off the floor) and Stop, Drop, and Roll (emphasis on the roll.) Today he started getting up on hands and knees occasionally, too! Nate is decidedly sweet-natured. When he grins, we can't help but cover his fat cheeks with kisses. He always laughs when I turn my head away and look at him out of the corner of my eyes. He's fascinated by the sound of running water and the sight of his siblings. Unexpectedly, he loves to have his diaper changed. Hilarious! Grins, laughs, coos... Grateful that it's not a battle with this one!</p> <p>Happy half-birthday, Nathanael Ray! You are so easy to love.</p>Mama Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03601300948924974515noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17823225.post-9166256487444960162012-02-07T06:11:00.002-05:002012-02-11T17:57:29.453-05:00Celebrating AGAIN!<p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhraWyLOEeY9rF0PIPJZF9uxDpFuDgTtAqhM-aAmsreGDYLieaVLzDSFNFugGvSCFdWh9L4pcKkOth7IetHF15IPCT8HaBKCRjXH-9ueNkbyMWgpm4vSRc-5tKCh3OemkZjINqVWA/s1600/IMAG0301-797501.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhraWyLOEeY9rF0PIPJZF9uxDpFuDgTtAqhM-aAmsreGDYLieaVLzDSFNFugGvSCFdWh9L4pcKkOth7IetHF15IPCT8HaBKCRjXH-9ueNkbyMWgpm4vSRc-5tKCh3OemkZjINqVWA/s320/IMAG0301-797501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706349806345953938" border="0" /></a></p><p>With 3 family birthdays in the first week of February, we're beginning to wonder how we missed out on the cake.</p>Mama Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03601300948924974515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17823225.post-2003822474257799712012-02-01T05:26:00.002-05:002012-02-11T17:57:42.866-05:00Celebrating in NC<p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPijleIkt1JdawEwoKjgZbYv6zegWlC4Wp7heeWcgRDnc-5Ujy4F1xXsgitm5y-Fp-NC-PZvtjG0HtqUIyWo3UZYc1amwFIYW_gMYAQytDdY5yepRLiCVampsrRec58aS9s52nJA/s1600/IMAG0276-1-798642.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPijleIkt1JdawEwoKjgZbYv6zegWlC4Wp7heeWcgRDnc-5Ujy4F1xXsgitm5y-Fp-NC-PZvtjG0HtqUIyWo3UZYc1amwFIYW_gMYAQytDdY5yepRLiCVampsrRec58aS9s52nJA/s320/IMAG0276-1-798642.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704111703712090146" border="0" /></a></p>Mama Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03601300948924974515noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17823225.post-46054529366589633062012-01-29T19:57:00.001-05:002012-01-29T19:57:17.555-05:00Typical Night at Home<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifeX_sINeazb1d_j9CG4P4Egqaw_0Wh26XHZ4M96fLcXXpQjlDwsqzP-JDg9ZRmil0oUwRGHiJRGpKItFQ1Z4ojsbeQwhV0Uxu18ef8r6raRsXTuBSPlXbtjLq9vTSOJBNn7eSNw/s1600/IMAG0272-737556.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifeX_sINeazb1d_j9CG4P4Egqaw_0Wh26XHZ4M96fLcXXpQjlDwsqzP-JDg9ZRmil0oUwRGHiJRGpKItFQ1Z4ojsbeQwhV0Uxu18ef8r6raRsXTuBSPlXbtjLq9vTSOJBNn7eSNw/s320/IMAG0272-737556.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703222814776661794" /></a></p> Mama Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03601300948924974515noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17823225.post-17446687452597718462012-01-12T10:00:00.002-05:002012-01-12T10:28:43.937-05:00Trying New Stuff<iframe width="640" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0KBZKDjzEC8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Mama Lutzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03601300948924974515noreply@blogger.com2