The "Dish" on the Dastrup's: McKenna's First Haircut

Friday, July 16, 2010

McKenna's First Haircut

3 comments:

Brett M said...: It's so funny... the things that kids hate!; July 16, 2010 at 10:05 PM
Amy said...: OK, I see what you're saying about the centering & all that... there might be some code in that template where you can delete the border for the pictures, and that way you can center your pictures.; July 17, 2010 at 7:47 AM
Celeste said...: She's so adorable. Even when she's mad! Who was the photo journalist? there were some great action shots in there!!!; July 18, 2010 at 4:17 AM

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Jeremy earned his Bachelor's in Criminal Justice and Sarah earned hers in Child and Family Development. Jeremy spent a total of 13 years with the Army. Jeremy recently graduated with a Master's in International Affairs from American University. He speaks Spanish and Malay. He goes to work at his "dream job" which he's been with for almost 8 years. Sarah taught preschool after her degree and then became a "stay-at-home" mom (yeah, right!). She is the CEO, CFO, COO, CIO, etc. of everything related to the family. This is our ninth house (ID, MO, KY, TX, KY, CA, GA, VA, SG). We are now six: Jeremy, Sarah, Allison, Madison, Parker, and McKenna. We stay busy in Singapore! We like to soak up all the adventures of the places around us and deal with the ones we are given!

When I Die...

"I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails. I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp. I want to be there with grass stains on my shoes from mowing Sister Scheneck's lawn. I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbor's children. I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden. I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and tears of a friend on my shoulder. I want the Lord to know that I was really here and that I really lived."
-Sister Marjorie Pay Hinckley