tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70691243100239681622024-03-05T20:53:04.670-06:00We Are the WattsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger277125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069124310023968162.post-69429201808287859552011-02-03T15:26:00.000-06:002011-02-03T15:26:44.690-06:00Happy birthday Gpa Kirby!<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tp8iMDq1BtY?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" width="480"></iframe>chelswattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06725495840434331187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069124310023968162.post-58022335808292681452011-01-06T11:43:00.006-06:002011-01-06T13:21:24.029-06:00The most loved fish<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBVGU4EOGs6G39i3Utu5pVTbXQiEfFgGGPpE-P4sTZiCUt64BiTBoWhNpsRvQ74_axcxIvvZJa5uX7uZJ0AXcQZCZiAYxtwVCPQ-yB_Hl8tTzkdLDU7nP9_BjeTp979Z8joErGXd2lkLQi/s1600/photo%25286%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBVGU4EOGs6G39i3Utu5pVTbXQiEfFgGGPpE-P4sTZiCUt64BiTBoWhNpsRvQ74_axcxIvvZJa5uX7uZJ0AXcQZCZiAYxtwVCPQ-yB_Hl8tTzkdLDU7nP9_BjeTp979Z8joErGXd2lkLQi/s400/photo%25286%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559142533257540370" border="0" /></a>The villain<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkJq_iXqPGAoDEzkuuRD3Efq_HiXWil54JwZYvu4nz7lllcOGafeqUn-iXT1J31lBaN6p7u-aS3oJXvuH0UbpjvM-_BC98Rua3p8i8an9Ilz0gsleMrMbXI3WIQzjEX2-GJBLpHun-KM8e/s1600/photo%25285%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkJq_iXqPGAoDEzkuuRD3Efq_HiXWil54JwZYvu4nz7lllcOGafeqUn-iXT1J31lBaN6p7u-aS3oJXvuH0UbpjvM-_BC98Rua3p8i8an9Ilz0gsleMrMbXI3WIQzjEX2-GJBLpHun-KM8e/s400/photo%25285%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559142525716942418" border="0" /></a><br />The hero<br /><br /><br /></div>I just had to record this story for the ages. Anyone reading this will conclude that I am certifiably crazy, but none-the-less, here is is:<br /><br />A couple years ago we got AJ 2 guppies. They had a normal suburban-fish life, living in a bowl, no worries. Then, as AJ is wont to do, they were forced to entertain various house-guests in the form of wild minnows caught from the local pond. These minnows were not kind to their hosts and before I realized the bullying that was going on, one guppy had been consumed and the second was a sad shadow of himself, having had all of his fins chewed off. Obviously, the animal lover in me reared it's indignant and compassionate head. The minnows were relegated to the outdoor pond, and the poor little finless guppy was waited on hand and foot in his very own new high tech aquarium with perfect guppy settings. So that is how the guppy slowly regrew his fins and health. Yet he seemed to lack his old swimmy vitality. After many, many months I concluded he was lonely.<br /><br />So, realizing he was pining for company, I rushed to the pet store and brought home two lovely and buxom females. As anyone with aquarium fish knows, you must first float the bag of fish in the aquarium water to let the two bodies of water equalize before releasing the fish into the tank. As I set the bag of fish into the aquarium, my lonely little guppy began the most spastic and erratic of fish movements I have ever seen. I watched transfixed as he repeatedly butted into the bag and performed his crazy dance over and over again for the attention of the ladies who, I must admit, seemed quite enthralled by the weathered and handsome stranger.<br /><br />As you can probably guess, the moment I released the new fish into the tank there was a swirl of vigorous, shall we say, <span style="font-style: italic;">activity</span>, followed by some very fulfilled looking and radiantly glowingly guppies.<br /><br />Over the next several days I watched this happy trio ALL the time. I swear the whole house had a content, peaceful vibe flowing from that tank of water. My friends were all forced to listen to the story of my amazing saved-from-the-bring-of-death-hero-guppy-turned-family-man and I am sure they were all considering an intervention ending in me being dragged off to the the insane asylum.<br /><br />Well, this happy family has done very well for themselves. Over the last year or so they have parented probably 200 offspring who are all living, seemingly quite happily if not a bit crowded-ly, in the same tank. I still watch my special guppy all the time and smile about how his life ended up with his vast brood around him, he certainly was rewarded for his early trials.<br /><br />Okay, so now begins act two of this aquatic drama. Last summer the kids enjoyed crawfishing. And, as is almost always the case, if AJ can catch it - it becomes a pet. So last summer we gingerly introduced 2 baby crawdads to this very busy aquarium. My secret hope was that they would eat some of the baby guppies before I had to take any drastic measures. But everyone seemed to be living together very peacefully for several months. Only recently has one of the crawdads become much more aggressive. He routinely sits on a certain rock, pincers poised still and deadly until - snap - he goes for a guppy. As with all interesting animal behavior - I can't get enough. I have watched him do this for hours, amazed at his patience and equally amazed at the guppies' uncanny escapes.<br /><br />This morning, Jack's crawdad was in his usual place, pincers raised, and so I stopped to watch the hunter in action. He grabbed and missed a couple times, and I was just about to head out when - snap! He had one. But, my heart fell into my stomach... I IMMEDIATELY knew <span style="font-style: italic;">for certain</span> that the one out of a hundred fish he had caught was my handsome hero. I grabbed the first long thing I could reach (a hairbrush of all things) and threw open the lid and smacked the crawdad on his big vicious head. In all of the chaos the crawdad fled into his cave and I couldn't find my guppy. I feared he had been dragged into the crawdad's den to be eaten. I know this is crazy, but I felt so sad at that moment. We had been through a lot together! To go through all of the highs and lows of his life only to be snatched and eaten by an enemy <span style="font-style: italic;">I</span> had placed into his home to (hopefully) eat his grandchildren! It was too much!!! But after searching through the 100s of darting fish I saw him hovering in the corner, obviously injured or in shock or dying. I immediately removed the guppies AJ has in another smaller tank (I know it is out of hand) and ever so carefully fished out my guppy and eased him into his own tank to either quietly recover, or die in peace. I left him there as I had to go out to run errands, fully expecting to come home to a little floating corpse. A couple hours later, I got home, dropped the groceries on the table and rushed to the tank to find... a perfectly healthy little guppy swimming around without a care in the world most certainly wondering where on earth his buxom ladies have gone.<br /><br />And that, my friends, is what I call a happy ending.chelswattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06725495840434331187noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069124310023968162.post-90934209611481667762010-06-14T12:07:00.002-05:002010-06-14T12:13:17.305-05:00Lakeway Meet #1<div style="width:640px; text-align: center;"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w252.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http%3A%2F%2Fw252.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fhh40%2Fbrettandchelsea%2F81421ea2.pbw" height="480" width="640"></embed><a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" ></a><a href="http://s252.photobucket.com/albums/hh40/brettandchelsea/?action=view¤t=81421ea2.pbw" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" ></a></div>chelswattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06725495840434331187noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069124310023968162.post-42347652364631531182010-04-23T16:39:00.002-05:002010-04-23T19:03:54.386-05:00Pioneer Farm field tripSo gorgeous!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><embed width="600" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" allowNetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid252.photobucket.com/albums/hh40/brettandchelsea/farmslideshow.flv"></embed><br /></div>chelswattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06725495840434331187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069124310023968162.post-52213312212385941582010-04-02T15:15:00.001-05:002010-04-02T15:17:33.412-05:00Cascarones and a turtleWe spent the morning dying eggs and then a quick tadpole hunting trip turned up the first baby turtle of the season! <br /><br /><div style="width: 480px; text-align: center;"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w252.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http%3A%2F%2Fw252.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fhh40%2Fbrettandchelsea%2F6fbe491b.pbw" height="360" width="480"></embed><a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /></a><a href="http://s252.photobucket.com/albums/hh40/brettandchelsea/?action=view&current=6fbe491b.pbw" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /></a></div>chelswattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06725495840434331187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069124310023968162.post-43935309168855356452010-03-13T14:29:00.001-06:002010-03-16T11:00:39.373-05:00Angel's<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHbdI7pjCbkELkl-SpcN4RHUF03w5ViucW1FBmy0bvmD5oHG_gE0EsPQ_0MhcZKpO8xaCzzmyo0S3SIPQAf_slL8O_7GLZLeiKMxonOC9MofY00cnXasF_sdkxCVfvszBWt6L97fFqEV3E/s1600-h/Screen+shot+2010-03-11+at+2.28.41+PM.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 154px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHbdI7pjCbkELkl-SpcN4RHUF03w5ViucW1FBmy0bvmD5oHG_gE0EsPQ_0MhcZKpO8xaCzzmyo0S3SIPQAf_slL8O_7GLZLeiKMxonOC9MofY00cnXasF_sdkxCVfvszBWt6L97fFqEV3E/s400/Screen+shot+2010-03-11+at+2.28.41+PM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447476189431098370" border="0" /></a><br />We met up with some friends to kick off our "spring break week" Friday night at Angel's on the way out to Marble Falls... what a cool spot! The grown-ups got to visit around picnic tables while the kids roamed about and swarmed in, over, and under the playscape. The music was a bit obnoxious (didn't realize it was super-loud-and-annoying-toddler-Friday) but the company was great! We will definitely be back!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj06FcE6grBajWSy4vJFAdo6iw9gqKseLWkddOdVVoSVCeCGaBSNTQt7h4FzdAg6VsqvREZHUctCzewtp2riguULeilbL0UCIQAH0h5dQ66dmi5ZeWhA69HyIAM1HFO2jpHdwv9Af6kNsNn/s1600-h/Screen+shot+2010-03-11+at+2.28.32+PM.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj06FcE6grBajWSy4vJFAdo6iw9gqKseLWkddOdVVoSVCeCGaBSNTQt7h4FzdAg6VsqvREZHUctCzewtp2riguULeilbL0UCIQAH0h5dQ66dmi5ZeWhA69HyIAM1HFO2jpHdwv9Af6kNsNn/s400/Screen+shot+2010-03-11+at+2.28.32+PM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447476375304457666" border="0" /></a>chelswattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06725495840434331187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069124310023968162.post-79130342857484919232010-03-12T14:19:00.001-06:002010-03-12T14:19:51.074-06:00Twitterings<a href="http://s252.photobucket.com/albums/hh40/brettandchelsea/?action=view¤t=twitterweek310.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i252.photobucket.com/albums/hh40/brettandchelsea/twitterweek310.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>chelswattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06725495840434331187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069124310023968162.post-66519422098038936112010-02-23T14:05:00.003-06:002010-02-23T14:12:09.363-06:00AJ is her own Valentine<object id="BLOG_video-FAILED" class="BLOG_video_class" contentid="FAILED" height="266" width="320"></object><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy4SoaXcc9Z1RQSRABNSe77Y_0X-OB9LcVE1K9maEp_qIXIPGM_YCim3G8a4-6vddwN_h0B3oT2suGgR1ZJ7w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>chelswattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06725495840434331187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069124310023968162.post-56215798912497473642010-02-10T17:27:00.004-06:002010-03-11T14:32:44.444-06:00Bird Brain<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxDQ69eW55cfByiKpQ-2mUEmBjQLRtNNz1-PMhB3_6L3h0Se2IAlOiBexm9zj3EVgX3n-TPDeK3OuCMtbQ1fmMp8ge4gJm1TQQDFcY8mGTU3CTV0TVe7TlhtT17nuyRJiZL-mF7sLGA2Cc/s1600-h/aj's+bird+hat.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxDQ69eW55cfByiKpQ-2mUEmBjQLRtNNz1-PMhB3_6L3h0Se2IAlOiBexm9zj3EVgX3n-TPDeK3OuCMtbQ1fmMp8ge4gJm1TQQDFcY8mGTU3CTV0TVe7TlhtT17nuyRJiZL-mF7sLGA2Cc/s400/aj's+bird+hat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436761176818357970" /></a><br />Tomorrow is crazy hat day at LPE, so I set AJ loose with a bucket of puff balls and a foam visor. From right to left: hummingbird (behind the penguin) penguin, sandpiper, turkey & chick, cardinal, blue jay.<br /><br />AJ was also chosen this week to make the cover for the book their class is publishing for the school library. She is quite an artist.chelswattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06725495840434331187noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069124310023968162.post-70683008564398338152010-02-08T15:12:00.000-06:002010-02-08T15:13:06.652-06:00Jack's 5th Birthday Day<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B7Ynyud3Idw&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B7Ynyud3Idw&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>chelswattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06725495840434331187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069124310023968162.post-32544658178039978132010-02-03T15:13:00.001-06:002010-02-03T15:15:53.588-06:00Pics from the Week<a href="http://s252.photobucket.com/albums/hh40/brettandchelsea/?action=view¤t=Screenshot2010-02-03at23918PM-1.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://i252.photobucket.com/albums/hh40/brettandchelsea/Screenshot2010-02-03at23918PM-1.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>chelswattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06725495840434331187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069124310023968162.post-91452909137074730612010-01-28T09:03:00.003-06:002010-01-28T09:05:48.678-06:00Basketball<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOa9mALjrE-vTcwlbpcFNM204Xz90GeHJzp-NOUHqk4U3BUSqVtgjwMVLe8XGybkLPkrYPdcL278RlCcK9Gt7mJ2gea9STr_p50TL8P9Pf8aHK60HfSp3QKF2pFAs0ZBEfN_2J4MWys-y1/s1600-h/basketball+card.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOa9mALjrE-vTcwlbpcFNM204Xz90GeHJzp-NOUHqk4U3BUSqVtgjwMVLe8XGybkLPkrYPdcL278RlCcK9Gt7mJ2gea9STr_p50TL8P9Pf8aHK60HfSp3QKF2pFAs0ZBEfN_2J4MWys-y1/s400/basketball+card.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431806733353140706" /></a><br />AJ did NOT want to do basketball... but I made her and my reasons were that she hates being hot (indoor/water sports are the way to go here) and of course she is going to be very tall. So basketball seemed like a good choice... right?<br /><br />Well, from the start it did not go well. Due to a miscommunication she did not get on the team with a bunch of her friends. I was worried she would be too timid with girls she did not know, playing a sport she had absolutely no exposure to. And I was 100% right. The first few practices were agony. She felt very self conscious and nervous and wanted to quit. Thankfully her coach is probably one of the kindest people I have met, very encouraging and very good at coaching girls in basketball (he has 3 girls–all basketball players.)<br /><br />After a couple of practices and one (not so great) game AJ began to come around. I could see from her body language that she was feeling more self assured and comfortable, and then all of the sudden... she was good. I mean really good! She was scoring points and winning the drill-games they play during practice. She was picking off rebounds left and right, beating girls to the ball and not backing down. I cannot fully put into words the transformation that has taken place in the last 2 months. She can't wait for practice, she loves the games, and even though they don't officially keep score (of course the parents do) she wants to know who won, who got the most points, rebounds, assists, etc.<br /><br />And here is the value of sports. Swim team transformed AJ into a competitive, self confident, winning-machine, and I can see that light in her eyes with basketball now. She has made a bunch of new friends (I am now so glad she didn't make it onto the team with her girlfriends) and learned yet again that she can do something hard and scary. Sooooo proud! As a shy kid myself, I know how difficult these things are, and she has come out on top. And Coach Avery... you are the best! And I hope this is the start of a very fulfilling sport for her.<br /><br />LOVE that girl!!!chelswattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06725495840434331187noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069124310023968162.post-80088714420361167092010-01-21T11:47:00.000-06:002010-01-21T11:48:09.688-06:00Pics from the week<a href="http://s252.photobucket.com/albums/hh40/brettandchelsea/?action=view¤t=Screenshot2010-01-21at114221AM.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://i252.photobucket.com/albums/hh40/brettandchelsea/Screenshot2010-01-21at114221AM.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>chelswattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06725495840434331187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069124310023968162.post-29741532528068396772010-01-01T12:12:00.006-06:002010-01-01T13:20:15.022-06:00How First Night devolved into a bank heist... Jack and AJ styleWe stopped by Walmart to pick up some New Year's hats for the kids to wear to Austin's First Night. So they picked out some cute silver 2010 top hats. So far, pretty normal. Brett wanted to pick up a beanie so we stopped to grab one, when AJ's eyes popped open, "Are those 'robber hats'?!?" You can see where this is going. They quickly negotiated the terms of exchanging the 2010 hats for the robber hats with arguments along the lines of "these are much warmer," "we can wear these all the time," and "we can sneak around." So we walked out of Walmart with two masked <span>heisters</span> in tow.<br /><br />A couple hours later we were in downtown Austin hunting down a good spot for the parade. We found a nice slice of curb with a big empty area behind it... perfect for the kids to run around and be wild waiting for the parade to start. After settling in a little bit Brett turned to me, "Um... look what that building is." We had unleashed our masked bandits in the entryway to Austin's prominent Frost Bank. Needless to say I nearly gave myself an aneurysm watching our mini <span>burglars</span> sneaking around playing robbers on the bank's front steps.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s252.photobucket.com/albums/hh40/brettandchelsea/?action=view&current=bank3shots.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 793px; height: 222px;" src="http://i252.photobucket.com/albums/hh40/brettandchelsea/bank3shots.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />I've said it before and I know this is not the last time... I've got two of the weirdest kids on the planet. Never a dull moment with those two left to their own devices. The best thing to do is just give them the reins and see where it leads.chelswattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06725495840434331187noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069124310023968162.post-23603968349005241802009-12-28T10:56:00.004-06:002009-12-28T15:21:28.656-06:00Candlelight Service<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzibh05CVS7kKrbenQPibjOKPhzaOC3ZuHtFIXmNIPv3IXDcgmVIkIhTVhVQ3dVD2Rh24bs-yHjXZ1RikkxxA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>chelswattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06725495840434331187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069124310023968162.post-5462079125450954592009-12-25T14:38:00.003-06:002009-12-25T14:46:07.771-06:00What to my wondering eyes should appear...<div style="text-align: center;">When out on the balcony there arose such a clatter,<br />I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.<br />Away to the window I flew like a flash,<br />Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash...<br /><br />and I just barely got this pic of Santa flying away from our building :)<br /><br /><a href="http://s252.photobucket.com/albums/hh40/brettandchelsea/?action=view&current=blur.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 597px; height: 448px;" src="http://i252.photobucket.com/albums/hh40/brettandchelsea/blur.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!<br /></div>chelswattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06725495840434331187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069124310023968162.post-63994147714637929812009-12-18T06:34:00.003-06:002009-12-18T06:40:11.334-06:00d'oh!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_bh2CSXowZDQLgwPrKYp5kmuQjBpNG9Mn8ZSrbHiu-gs4w0dTBVTUsh2tw4DoHF_aCoF_GKTcBMB9wTU89fT-yen9guDMAzPZvqIObCSG-VTuMQ-rZcXehj7kLvXJraL2Kds_w8KqvCqq/s1600-h/simpsons.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_bh2CSXowZDQLgwPrKYp5kmuQjBpNG9Mn8ZSrbHiu-gs4w0dTBVTUsh2tw4DoHF_aCoF_GKTcBMB9wTU89fT-yen9guDMAzPZvqIObCSG-VTuMQ-rZcXehj7kLvXJraL2Kds_w8KqvCqq/s400/simpsons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416553683671132258" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Happy 20th birthday Homer, Marg, Bart, Lisa and Maggie!!!</span> <br />Let's hope there are another 20 years to come :)<br /></div>chelswattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06725495840434331187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069124310023968162.post-33109402694402605552009-12-15T20:31:00.002-06:002009-12-15T20:37:58.446-06:00An Impromptu Photo ShootI was messing with the "color splash" feature (or something like that) on my camera, and we got some pretty cute pics.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="width:640px; text-align: center;"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w252.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w252.photobucket.com/albums/hh40/brettandchelsea/db9bab9e.pbw" height="480" width="640"></embed><a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" ></a><a href="http://s252.photobucket.com/albums/hh40/brettandchelsea/?action=view¤t=db9bab9e.pbw" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" ></a></div><br /></div>chelswattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06725495840434331187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069124310023968162.post-50720382854891643712009-12-13T14:04:00.002-06:002009-12-18T06:41:52.044-06:00Jack the interior decoratorWe finally got our tree up. I got a fake tree (which just feels wrong :) because I can't deal with the mess in the apartment. But I have to say... a pre-lit fake tree is the way to go. I seriously had it all set up in like 3 minutes, then the kids hung all the ornaments they have been collecting from school, scouts, gifts, etc and it is seriously cute! Jack finally got me to get going with the tree when he said on Thursday after school, "I wish <i><b>we</b></i> had a tree so I could hang <i><b>my</b></i> ornaments." He said it so forlornly like we were never going to have a tree! It broke my heart.<br /><br />So we went and picked up the tree the next morning. And Jack decorated the whole thing. AJ hung about 2 ornaments and was done, but Jack hung <i>all the rest</i> then spent about an hour re-adjusting them and getting it all <i>just so</i>. He is really particular about some things. Then he gets it all done just right and says (with a flourish), "<i>Now it's time for the star on top</i>!" Uh... oops. I didn't have a star :) He was disgusted with me... I forgot the grand finale.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bU6eAbp6tdk&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bU6eAbp6tdk&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /></div>chelswattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06725495840434331187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069124310023968162.post-13338643780091564672009-12-13T06:17:00.000-06:002009-12-13T06:17:00.288-06:00Capitol Sing-AlongOne of my favorite Austin traditions is the sing along at the capitol building. I love it because it is a very simple, no frills, old-fashioned affair. Several hundred people gather together, they hand out song books, and everyone just sings carols for an hour or so. It is the essence of Christmas. People just being together and singing songs from their childhood and enjoying the season. I really love it. This year it was VERY cold, in fact I had to go buy hats and gloves that morning, but it was fun to get bundled up (we don't have to do that around here very often) it made it even more festive. The kids ran around like wild animals and Brett kept busy chasing them all over the grounds and I sang and sang... a really great evening.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w252.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w252.photobucket.com/albums/hh40/brettandchelsea/25cc7ef5.pbw" height="360" width="480"></embed><a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" ></a><a href="http://s252.photobucket.com/albums/hh40/brettandchelsea/?action=view¤t=25cc7ef5.pbw" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" ></a></div><br /></div>chelswattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06725495840434331187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069124310023968162.post-92015512293962151582009-12-10T16:48:00.003-06:002009-12-10T16:58:05.801-06:00ThanksgivingThe Hayes invited us to Beaumont for another Thanksgiving extravaganza. We couldn't stay too long, Brett has been slammed at school the last few weeks, but the kids crammed a whole lot of playing into that 30ish hours. All I ever saw of Jack was a blur running past windows. They had a blast with their adopted cousins, the grown-ups stayed up way too late playing games, and everyone ate some good turkey and fixin's. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Thanks Hayes for another special Thanksgiving!<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="width: 640px; text-align: center;"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w252.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w252.photobucket.com/albums/hh40/brettandchelsea/f0da30cf.pbw" height="480" width="640"></embed><a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /></a><a href="http://s252.photobucket.com/albums/hh40/brettandchelsea/?action=view&current=f0da30cf.pbw" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /></a></div><br /></div>chelswattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06725495840434331187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069124310023968162.post-10058598162479382962009-12-03T10:04:00.000-06:002009-12-03T10:04:00.836-06:00Who needs CGI? This is for real...We found this centipede several weeks ago, and I thought I'd post it. When we first saw it, I thought it was fake, but it was oh so real. They don't mess around with bugs here. One of the most disgusting things I have ever seen is a Cicada Wasp. A cicada is a huge insect, about the size of a man's thumb, so you can imagine the horror of a wasp who routinely fights, stings, paralyzes and then flies off to it's nest, carrying the cicada to feed to it's babies. It is truly something to behold. I'm not easily creeped out by much in the animal kingdom, but I have got the heebies on many occasions here in TX.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="637.5" height="516"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k29YdLUgn5M&hl=en_US&fs=1&ap=%2526fmt%3D18"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k29YdLUgn5M&hl=en_US&fs=1&ap=%2526fmt%3D18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="637.5" height="516"></embed></object><br /></div>chelswattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06725495840434331187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069124310023968162.post-42525898963488319232009-11-30T07:48:00.000-06:002009-11-30T07:48:00.085-06:00San Antonio Zoo<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="637.5" height="516"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oxbEShTnb88&hl=en&fs=1&ap=%2526fmt%3D18"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oxbEShTnb88&hl=en&fs=1&ap=%2526fmt%3D18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="637.5" height="516"></embed></object><br /></div>chelswattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06725495840434331187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069124310023968162.post-65192348988081773172009-11-20T13:53:00.002-06:002009-11-20T13:54:49.192-06:00My gorgeous angel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzOgswr2o3mUj_tb-paVP7unqeIGcERqDTRIsR0pgN19iSHrDU5YnVqOQfvf-0mSu6NWnuatuLKOaGgkAQu4G8vhvWww6R7-gGPbxdjedPhb6UbJozvv3jQGkzl-0IB1VMHKua10kyg9HG/s1600/aj+angel.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzOgswr2o3mUj_tb-paVP7unqeIGcERqDTRIsR0pgN19iSHrDU5YnVqOQfvf-0mSu6NWnuatuLKOaGgkAQu4G8vhvWww6R7-gGPbxdjedPhb6UbJozvv3jQGkzl-0IB1VMHKua10kyg9HG/s400/aj+angel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406276525088809490" /></a>chelswattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06725495840434331187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069124310023968162.post-70959456473287666002009-11-05T18:47:00.000-06:002009-11-05T18:47:00.852-06:00Are you ready for some FOOTBALL...<div style="width:640px; text-align: center;"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w950.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w950.photobucket.com/albums/ad344/chelsealynnwatts/bcb649b9.pbw" height="480" width="640"></embed><a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" ></a><a href="http://s950.photobucket.com/albums/ad344/chelsealynnwatts/?action=view¤t=bcb649b9.pbw" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" ></a></div>chelswattshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06725495840434331187noreply@blogger.com2