Los Ninos de Los Sarabia

Emily and Alex Sarabia, dear relatives of the Sellers, have 6 model-icious children. L-R: Garren, Brailey, Mason, Riley, Sada and Kaelyn. Because of their rare beauty Emily has decided to go for another one. We wish them luck for another successful beauty. :]

3300 Greenwood Lane

This week all members of the Glen Sellers family (two parents, 10 children and three sons-in-law) gathered for to celebrate Christmas at the new Sellers' abode in Placerville, California. Twenty minutes up Highway 50 from our hometown of Folsom, the house sits on 10 acres of rolling hills sprawling with oak trees. As you can tell from this aerial shot taken the week before the move-in (which took place a day before out-of-towners started showing up for Christmas), the place is really turning out to be the stuff that dreams are made of. We hope family and friends living both far and near will feel welcome to visit and a desire to stick around for a while.

Merry Christmas From Our Thomander Cousins

A Christmas shout out from the Ben & Wendy Thomander family:

Six Flags Adventures With Call Cousins

Mom, Dad, Katydid and Tannerman joined up with our cousins, Lydia and Thea Call, for a fun day at Six Flags Marine World earlier this month. Looks like they had a blast.

four little monkeys posing on a tree

the cutest kindergardener ever

triplets?

off to flight school

girls pose with Bugs and Daffy

Mom takes a break in the easy chair

Tanner and Dad ride the train

The Guerrero- Sellers Event

On the 21st day of the seventh month in the year two thousand and seven, Megan married the silliest man on the earth. his name? David a.k.a. Davey Guerrero. Why such an act was committed, we know not. But i think we are all grateful that she waited until after she reached the age of 20, even if it had only been a week before. After ridiculous amounts of time and money spent planning (who knows where it all actually went), the occasion was lovely, and the day was not too hot. After the yes's were said, the Bride waited patiently for quite some time as her Groom took his dear little time perfecting his hair before making their grand appearance outside the temple. After hours of smiling and picture taking (and putting up with a slight stomach ache), the couple raced back home, and almost ran out of gas in an attempt to grab some last minute things before the reception--we were stalled at the intersection in front of Costco and had to putt -putt our little way over to the gas station to fill up the car in our gown and tux...good thing Davey had his wallet. The reception was fun, though the church was extremely hot and we were all somewhat rushed...in fact the bride and groom hardly remember a thing other than that they didn't really know how to cut the cake. laugh if you want, but its not as easy as it looks. After surviving dozens of hugs and "thank you so much for coming" s , the two grabbed a large greasy bag of pasta salad and...hung around the church for a while with their family. Two days later they took off to Hawaii and haven't been heard of since.

MY wedding...

I must say i am rather disappointed in the lack of... urgency.. you people feel when it is obvious that my wedding alone is the only one that has not premiered on this blog. I will push away my feelings THIS time... but do it again and you test the patience of a guerrero also known as a warrior. thats right. beware...

Think Green: Wedding Day for Shane & Ivy

It seems this little blog only gets updated when there are weddings or other big events in the family -- such is life, I guess. Many of us now have blogs of our own that need to be linked into this site. For now, here are a few photos from the wedding of Ivy and her husband Shane Larsen taken after they were sealed in the Sacramento, California Temple by Grandpa Sellers on June 29, 2007.

Can you name all of us?
L-R: Megan, Natalie, Chad, Meri, Tim, Dylan, Shane,
Ivy, Katy, Mom, Tanner, Dad, Chelsea and Justin
(oh, and the real photographer, Debby Rackham).

Now say it five times fast. Yeah, that's what I thought.