tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49312323821138666162024-03-26T23:37:15.076-07:00Mason FamilyUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger105125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931232382113866616.post-40831568471886234662011-12-06T18:27:00.000-08:002011-12-06T18:38:42.112-08:00Last Call for Fall<div style="text-align: center;">Before the first big snow storm hit this season, we took one last trip up the canyon. I love that we only live 10 minutes away from this! We love going to this area to roast hot dogs and have s'mores. Fall went by way too fast this year. It is my favorite time of the year and never seems to last long enough. Goodbye until next year!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j6dyHs1MuLY/Tt7P4GsSCdI/AAAAAAAABdY/GtB-Hh6qDmw/s1600/101_3282.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j6dyHs1MuLY/Tt7P4GsSCdI/AAAAAAAABdY/GtB-Hh6qDmw/s320/101_3282.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683208342564112850" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UVeoHwY8MPI/Tt7P3DdQJ6I/AAAAAAAABdM/_rfz941GaUM/s1600/101_3278.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UVeoHwY8MPI/Tt7P3DdQJ6I/AAAAAAAABdM/_rfz941GaUM/s320/101_3278.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683208324515899298" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7JFiZySZnrQ/Tt7P2vgLXdI/AAAAAAAABdA/W1vEzzkJ_SE/s1600/101_3280.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-7JFiZySZnrQ/Tt7P2vgLXdI/AAAAAAAABdA/W1vEzzkJ_SE/s320/101_3280.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683208319159459282" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p2Zj1Pjm4nc/Tt7P18wqboI/AAAAAAAABc0/HtRYfUOsEUU/s1600/101_3286.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-p2Zj1Pjm4nc/Tt7P18wqboI/AAAAAAAABc0/HtRYfUOsEUU/s320/101_3286.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683208305538395778" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Wx2_Pyr6Og/Tt7P1uA9ylI/AAAAAAAABco/84sTQVgVWEQ/s1600/101_3289.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-3Wx2_Pyr6Og/Tt7P1uA9ylI/AAAAAAAABco/84sTQVgVWEQ/s320/101_3289.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683208301580241490" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931232382113866616.post-50414223715391414952011-11-10T20:09:00.000-08:002011-11-10T20:15:53.653-08:00Daddy Daughter Date<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">McKenna</span> had a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Hawaiian</span> Daddy/Daughter Date a few weeks back and the two of them had a blast. I wish that I could have sneaked in and taken some pictures of them in action. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">McKenna</span> was so excited to go and have her dad all to herself. I love that her and Lloyd love each other so much and that they had a great time!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wLo_EJCjzuU/Trygq9La2wI/AAAAAAAABcM/4fpy0MSakNI/s1600/101_3266.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wLo_EJCjzuU/Trygq9La2wI/AAAAAAAABcM/4fpy0MSakNI/s320/101_3266.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673586290417392386" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931232382113866616.post-80220500194873506322011-10-17T11:33:00.000-07:002011-10-17T11:47:14.326-07:00What's a Mom to do?<div style="text-align: center;">Tate is almost 19 months old and couldn't be more independent! I tell Lloyd everyday that it is a good thing that he is so cute and that he has the funniest personality. He is such a jokester already. I didn't think that I could get another stubborn child, but he proved me wrong. But man do I love this kid!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He won't let me feed him at all now and refuses to wear bibs. Needless to say that this kid gets like 3 baths a day :)</div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qFwsBf-XAaI/Tpx1XGJiBPI/AAAAAAAABb0/UvjmlKSnclY/s1600/101_3274.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qFwsBf-XAaI/Tpx1XGJiBPI/AAAAAAAABb0/UvjmlKSnclY/s320/101_3274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664531470973273330" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Tate could not adore his dad anymore! They are quite the little buddies.</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Fj3QFvUOwQ/Tpx1WkoTL3I/AAAAAAAABbo/njCcLEbICe8/s1600/101_3269.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-_Fj3QFvUOwQ/Tpx1WkoTL3I/AAAAAAAABbo/njCcLEbICe8/s320/101_3269.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664531461975519090" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I always know when Tate is doing something naughty because he gets super quiet. The other day I had been in the back of the house folding laundry when I realized I hadn't heard from him for a few minutes. I walked out to find him in his walker and he was unloading the crayons as fast as possible from my cabinet that he had somehow undone the lock on. I can't even catch him now when he runs away from me!</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xuxSISifzTc/Tpx1WYf3LDI/AAAAAAAABbc/QO-5QjAakSw/s1600/101_3258.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xuxSISifzTc/Tpx1WYf3LDI/AAAAAAAABbc/QO-5QjAakSw/s320/101_3258.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664531458718903346" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931232382113866616.post-86680019573261724982011-10-06T19:00:00.000-07:002011-10-06T19:09:49.468-07:00It's a . . .<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--wn0yDDpciM/To5eE_dlZeI/AAAAAAAABbU/oLYFQ8cfoXM/s1600/Ultrasound.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--wn0yDDpciM/To5eE_dlZeI/AAAAAAAABbU/oLYFQ8cfoXM/s320/Ultrasound.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660565221499299298" /></a><br />GIRL!!!!!!!!!!! I am so excited I can barely stand it. We went in for my ultra sound today and everything went just as we had hoped. The doctor checked all the vitals and said that everything looked perfect. 10 fingers, 10 toes, and much to my relief, no cleft lip and/or pallet. Then at the very end, he confirmed that, yes, this sweet new little thing was in fact a girl. He checked every nook and cranny that he could see to make sure that nothing was hiding :) I knew there was another girl that needed to come to our wonderful family. Lloyd informed me that this was my last shot at getting her before I had to find myself another donor :)<div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931232382113866616.post-72577490513190386042011-09-23T16:48:00.000-07:002011-09-23T17:05:41.618-07:00It's Fall Y'All<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dcKzSr2itYk/Tn0dRe3Wp-I/AAAAAAAABbM/aaPsfgAV8hM/s1600/caramel-apples-200.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dcKzSr2itYk/Tn0dRe3Wp-I/AAAAAAAABbM/aaPsfgAV8hM/s320/caramel-apples-200.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655708893227427810" /></a><br /><div>So, I won't even talk about how much I need to catch up on. I've decided I won't even try. I am starting fresh from today and moving forward. Today is the first official day of Fall and I couldn't be more excited! This is by far my most favorite time of year and I am in Heaven. I decided that I would kill two birds with one stone today by making the kids a yummy after school treat and satisfying my never ending pregnancy sweet tooth. Carmel apple were the obvious choice! And by golly, it did the trick. The kids were <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ecstatic</span> and my belly was too.</div><div><br /></div><div>Recipe:</div><div><br /></div><div>10-12 Tart apples of your choice</div><div>2 Cups brown sugar</div><div>2 Cubes butter</div><div>1 Cup Karo Syrup</div><div>1 Can Sweetened Condensed Milk</div><div>1 TBSP Molasses (optional and only if you have on hand, don't run out and but it)</div><div>1/4 tsp salt</div><div>2 tsp vanilla</div><div><br /></div><div>Directions:</div><div><br /></div><div>Add all ingredients besides vanilla to a medium size sauce pan on medium high. Stir occasionally until temp reads 245 degrees on a candy thermometer. Pull off of heat and add in vanilla. Let caramel cool to 200 degrees before dipping. If you are using apples that have a wax on them, boil 6 cups of water with 1/4 tsp of vinegar and dip them in for 5 seconds then dry thoroughly. I use craft sticks for my apples and then dip away! Place on wax paper or buttered tin foil. If you want to add fun topping, dip your apple in right after you do the caramel. I prefer my caramel apples naked. So, I don't usually use the toppings. But whatever tickles your fancy! </div><div><br /></div><div>HAPPY FALL EVERYONE! HOPE YOU ENJOY IT AS MUCH AS I AM GOING TO!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931232382113866616.post-17669058435172329982011-04-05T20:15:00.000-07:002011-04-05T20:30:30.763-07:00Getting so BIG!<div style="text-align: center;">I am a little late with this entry, but I couldn't miss Matt's Birthday Blog. 7 years old and he already knows more than me :) Matt is such a funny kid and makes me laugh all the time. I am so glad for him in my life. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The day started with our traditional birthday breakfast: doughnuts and chocolate milk</div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7PvYLrXyQCw/TZvcPFk4dKI/AAAAAAAABaA/hFDkreXs4qw/s1600/101_2834.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-7PvYLrXyQCw/TZvcPFk4dKI/AAAAAAAABaA/hFDkreXs4qw/s320/101_2834.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592305514063623330" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Matt chose instead of a friend party that he wanted to go to Pirate Island.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The kids giving their best Pirate faces.</div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mh4VC4Gy-9c/TZvcO6sgZXI/AAAAAAAABZ4/Gwvfw1pIrcQ/s1600/IMAG0121.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mh4VC4Gy-9c/TZvcO6sgZXI/AAAAAAAABZ4/Gwvfw1pIrcQ/s320/IMAG0121.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592305511142810994" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v5x49UY4n3w/TZvcOiIcf0I/AAAAAAAABZw/Y2utANyqc_I/s1600/IMAG0111.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v5x49UY4n3w/TZvcOiIcf0I/AAAAAAAABZw/Y2utANyqc_I/s320/IMAG0111.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592305504549109570" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Then that weekend we celebrated with family for a Super Bowl/Birthday party.</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NQhL0DWRnVI/TZvbnwdfkgI/AAAAAAAABZo/A5Vx6ZfduQY/s1600/101_2849.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NQhL0DWRnVI/TZvbnwdfkgI/AAAAAAAABZo/A5Vx6ZfduQY/s320/101_2849.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592304838380589570" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mason was so excited that I was taking her picture!</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-02GXSXcZJrg/TZvbnnCs6pI/AAAAAAAABZg/x6KPJ4BdJjM/s1600/101_2845.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-02GXSXcZJrg/TZvbnnCs6pI/AAAAAAAABZg/x6KPJ4BdJjM/s320/101_2845.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592304835852298898" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Tate loving his first taste of cake!</div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zMhJ4OK4FeM/TZvbncKrQLI/AAAAAAAABZY/0s5x_eQzsss/s1600/101_2858.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-zMhJ4OK4FeM/TZvbncKrQLI/AAAAAAAABZY/0s5x_eQzsss/s320/101_2858.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592304832932954290" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Papa Thompson always the life of the party</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-voBhfw6kOn0/TZvbnPievJI/AAAAAAAABZQ/ebl_fNE89E4/s1600/101_2846.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-voBhfw6kOn0/TZvbnPievJI/AAAAAAAABZQ/ebl_fNE89E4/s320/101_2846.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592304829543136402" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We had such a great time celebrating and being with family. I can't believe that my little guy isn't so little anymore! I was looking at baby pictures of him and I cried. The time really does seem to slip through your fingers. I just hope that I never forget to make the most of it!</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XdSdeiMuAYw/TZvbm-DX0AI/AAAAAAAABZI/6s2sFXG0zrE/s1600/101_2843.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-XdSdeiMuAYw/TZvbm-DX0AI/AAAAAAAABZI/6s2sFXG0zrE/s320/101_2843.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592304824849256450" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931232382113866616.post-90788216525894240402011-03-08T19:06:00.000-08:002011-03-08T19:15:45.541-08:00So much FUN!<div style="text-align: center;">That about sums up Tate. He is in to everything and is keeping me on my toes. We all think he is the best and can't get enough of him.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ImBuy8FhI9U/TXbwP62PFrI/AAAAAAAABZA/_g68h2v9tXg/s1600/101_2813.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ImBuy8FhI9U/TXbwP62PFrI/AAAAAAAABZA/_g68h2v9tXg/s320/101_2813.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581912944457750194" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EnPMs7V-UMQ/TXbwPuRvC3I/AAAAAAAABY4/g9aLzwibfZI/s1600/101_2816.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/-EnPMs7V-UMQ/TXbwPuRvC3I/AAAAAAAABY4/g9aLzwibfZI/s320/101_2816.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581912941083429746" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">absolutely obsessed with balls</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3KEW9igOSA8/TXbwPBA0frI/AAAAAAAABYw/1t3H-VZ7bgg/s1600/101_2830.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3KEW9igOSA8/TXbwPBA0frI/AAAAAAAABYw/1t3H-VZ7bgg/s320/101_2830.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581912928932888242" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">such a big helper</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ramBDK5oh-Q/TXbwO5fnn5I/AAAAAAAABYo/OecnG5-afVI/s1600/000_0003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ramBDK5oh-Q/TXbwO5fnn5I/AAAAAAAABYo/OecnG5-afVI/s320/000_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581912926914584466" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kCLpAuRBVw4/TXbwOsKC2PI/AAAAAAAABYg/2k7vYVch05w/s1600/101_2832.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/-kCLpAuRBVw4/TXbwOsKC2PI/AAAAAAAABYg/2k7vYVch05w/s320/101_2832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581912923334433010" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931232382113866616.post-24562164212760392682011-02-08T14:15:00.000-08:002011-02-08T14:22:50.696-08:00Clean EnoughSo I have been feeling a little down; having a hard time feeling "Joy in the Journey" but more "Monotony in Motherhood". Not the motherhood part per say, but the constant house cleaning and laundry. It just is never all done. But does it have to be? I recognize that I am putting too much stress on the less important things. My sister calls it Christmas <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Postpartum. I can see that. It happens to me every February. Anyways, as I was eating my healthy lunch of Doritos and apple juice, I came upon this inspiration. Thank you for breaking it down and letting me off of my own hook a little. I can do this! Check it out :) I don't know how to do those cute little link tabs, so this will have to do.</span><div><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><br /></span></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">theinspiredroom.net/2009/08/08/four-daily-routines-how-i-keep-my-house-clean-enough/</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931232382113866616.post-42634019195973780562011-02-03T14:10:00.001-08:002011-02-03T14:20:15.915-08:00Moments<div>I had one today. The kind that you know will stick in your mind with you forever. I was dropping Tytan off at preschool, nothing special about that task. I watched him as he ran to the front door, backpack bouncing and his BYU hat on backwards. He turned with the biggest grin and then blew me a kiss before he closed the door behind him. It was then that I felt my breath catch and asked time to freeze. Let my babies stay this way forever. Sometimes, in the mundane acts of motherhood, I find myself wishing time would somehow move faster. But not today. Today I will hold them closer and a little tighter. I am thankful for these moments. They fill my life with meaning and remind me that there is nothing better or more fulfilling than being a mom.</div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TUspnrgxAyI/AAAAAAAABYU/O-LT74Cnd-k/s1600/101_2785.JPG"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TUspnrgxAyI/AAAAAAAABYU/O-LT74Cnd-k/s1600/101_2785.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TUspnrgxAyI/AAAAAAAABYU/O-LT74Cnd-k/s320/101_2785.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569591125845541666" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931232382113866616.post-50229130922353162262011-01-29T02:59:00.000-08:002011-01-29T03:09:22.961-08:00You have a hair where?<div style="text-align: center;">The conversation went something like this:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Tytan</span>: "Mom, I have hair growing!"</div><div><br /></div><div>Me with a smile: "Oh yeah, where?"</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><br /></span></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Tytan</span>: "Right here." (As he points to his unmentionables)</div><div><br /></div><div>Me shocked and a little disturbed as he is only 4: "No honey, I don't think so."</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><br /></span></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Tytan</span>: "No mom, I promise I really do."</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>T</span>his situation obviously needed further inspecting . . . </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Tytan</span>: "See mom."</div><div><br /></div><div>Me with a sigh of relief and instant laughter: "No sweetie that is just fuzz from your sweatpants!" </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Just a note: the fuzz was dark gray, thus the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">confusion</span> :)</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931232382113866616.post-49599994186354492612011-01-19T08:21:00.000-08:002011-01-19T08:27:42.895-08:00Polar Bear Club<div style="text-align: center;">While we were in Arizona, Lloyd thought it would be "fun" to go swimming in the 41 degree pool while it was snowing. I have questioned his sanity for a while now and this just solidified my conclusions! He is CRAZY! But man I love him :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TTcP4wFPCBI/AAAAAAAABYI/zbxe5v3gW-4/s1600/101_2807.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TTcP4wFPCBI/AAAAAAAABYI/zbxe5v3gW-4/s320/101_2807.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563933332293486610" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">All the kids cheering him on from the spa. He joined them quickly after jumping in the pool exclaiming, "Man that is cold!" I love that he was surprised at that.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TTcP4kSQmjI/AAAAAAAABYA/3r_wNoCGE6s/s1600/101_2809.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TTcP4kSQmjI/AAAAAAAABYA/3r_wNoCGE6s/s320/101_2809.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563933329126890034" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931232382113866616.post-88371684932230349222011-01-12T20:16:00.000-08:002011-01-12T20:35:52.045-08:00Christmas come and gone!<div style="text-align: center;">Santa definitely found our house this year and left a few things behind! We had a great Christmas. It was filled with everything that it should be: family and such a wonderful spirit of love and fun!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Santa loved the cookies and milk and the reindeer loved their oatmeal and carrots. Santa accidentally left his glove and glasses behind.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TS5-KaH4PTI/AAAAAAAABX4/Rt0eQm1h4Io/s1600/101_2768.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TS5-KaH4PTI/AAAAAAAABX4/Rt0eQm1h4Io/s320/101_2768.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561521307125300530" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">McKenna found Santa's "Naughty and Nice" list and a piece of torn suit by the fireplace.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TS5-KED0-mI/AAAAAAAABXw/r15ZXHQeaG8/s1600/101_2770.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TS5-KED0-mI/AAAAAAAABXw/r15ZXHQeaG8/s320/101_2770.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561521301202729570" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We loved having Papa and Grandma with us! It made our Christmas morning complete.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TS5-Jzt7EiI/AAAAAAAABXo/xnpG2aWek8w/s1600/101_2794.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TS5-Jzt7EiI/AAAAAAAABXo/xnpG2aWek8w/s320/101_2794.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561521296815886882" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">McKenna has been asking Santa for an American Girl Doll for 3 years and finally got her wish!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TS5-Jl4px9I/AAAAAAAABXg/2bcVsSEw4RI/s1600/101_2799.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TS5-Jl4px9I/AAAAAAAABXg/2bcVsSEw4RI/s320/101_2799.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561521293102794706" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Matt was thrilled with his basketball game!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TS5-JHIZG2I/AAAAAAAABXY/vij0MdVo-Og/s1600/101_2802.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TS5-JHIZG2I/AAAAAAAABXY/vij0MdVo-Og/s320/101_2802.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561521284847311714" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Tytan finally can practice baseballs for hours on end with his baseball throwback.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TS59dHNJhZI/AAAAAAAABXQ/1V_5ee3BjjE/s1600/101_2771.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TS59dHNJhZI/AAAAAAAABXQ/1V_5ee3BjjE/s320/101_2771.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561520528953017746" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The boys got these straw glasses in their stockings. They were hysterical! </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TS59c0X-pYI/AAAAAAAABXI/3asbVQaJ7x0/s1600/101_2786.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TS59c0X-pYI/AAAAAAAABXI/3asbVQaJ7x0/s320/101_2786.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561520523898168706" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TS59b3NXvFI/AAAAAAAABXA/JfN4xDlIpd0/s1600/101_2790.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TS59b3NXvFI/AAAAAAAABXA/JfN4xDlIpd0/s320/101_2790.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561520507479112786" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TS59bpNYljI/AAAAAAAABW4/Z26R1GL2WTY/s1600/101_2793.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TS59bpNYljI/AAAAAAAABW4/Z26R1GL2WTY/s320/101_2793.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561520503721072178" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We love having our Aunt Christi with us on Christmas morning</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TS59bbdSRwI/AAAAAAAABWw/v5N3HjLVCp8/s1600/101_2792.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TS59bbdSRwI/AAAAAAAABWw/v5N3HjLVCp8/s320/101_2792.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561520500029671170" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It always seems like Christmas goes by in a blur, but we had such a great day and loved every minute!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931232382113866616.post-10751304427034962662011-01-06T12:37:00.000-08:002011-01-06T12:47:14.872-08:00Tate Crawling<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxJifdXDAGu3c2VRkq2KJkQqgEhR2oT5-3MBFfUvpX96o_HzRAkfnb9bM3o_RO5fFAAIL2G8oQTpEl0Uq02Xw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div>The kids and I are in Arizona right now and Lloyd knew that he would miss this. Love you babe!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931232382113866616.post-61983975771833421192010-12-21T16:06:00.000-08:002010-12-21T16:15:33.996-08:00Let it SNOW!<div style="text-align: center;">We woke up to this wonderful sight this morning. 2 feet of snow. Thank you Weather Man for the heads up. His forcast was rain and light snow, a possible 2-4 inches. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TRFCEeFK3AI/AAAAAAAABWU/y5qB6i_D81w/s1600/101_2746.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TRFCEeFK3AI/AAAAAAAABWU/y5qB6i_D81w/s320/101_2746.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553292460086189058" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TRFCDyzes9I/AAAAAAAABWM/7oO70xDJFiE/s1600/101_2749.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TRFCDyzes9I/AAAAAAAABWM/7oO70xDJFiE/s320/101_2749.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553292448469267410" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TRFBodPbAPI/AAAAAAAABWE/Wry-savjdqw/s1600/101_2751.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TRFBodPbAPI/AAAAAAAABWE/Wry-savjdqw/s320/101_2751.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553291978824417522" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TRFBoLkFxkI/AAAAAAAABV8/h8pFc4ybQ-Q/s1600/101_2750.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TRFBoLkFxkI/AAAAAAAABV8/h8pFc4ybQ-Q/s320/101_2750.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553291974079268418" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TRFBnvyFgoI/AAAAAAAABV0/DRZJprLWoDE/s1600/101_2758.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TRFBnvyFgoI/AAAAAAAABV0/DRZJprLWoDE/s320/101_2758.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553291966621778562" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TRFBnHw1ZTI/AAAAAAAABVs/p_tS_TKrk3o/s1600/101_2759.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TRFBnHw1ZTI/AAAAAAAABVs/p_tS_TKrk3o/s320/101_2759.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553291955879109938" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">They got in a snow fight in the middle of me taking pictures. Lloyd thought I would be a great target, and yes he is in shorts! Can you see the snowball flying my way?</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TRFBmyCCMgI/AAAAAAAABVk/BHcKlX2XN4s/s1600/101_2762.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TRFBmyCCMgI/AAAAAAAABVk/BHcKlX2XN4s/s320/101_2762.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553291950045671938" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I guess we got our white Christmas :)</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931232382113866616.post-13873005615946510062010-12-15T20:28:00.000-08:002010-12-15T20:35:42.278-08:00Gingerbread Fun<div style="text-align: center;">It's that time of year where we have our annual gingerbread house night. My sisters and their families come over. This year was so fun. We decorated, ate, then headed off the see Narnia. It was such a fun night. Making all the pieces and then trying to put them together is such a pain, but worth it. I swear I ask myself every year "Why didn't I just buy premade ones?"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lloyd has just as much fun as the kids!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TQmWA2J4xUI/AAAAAAAABVc/ZeQyFKshcZM/s1600/101_2724.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TQmWA2J4xUI/AAAAAAAABVc/ZeQyFKshcZM/s320/101_2724.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551132956991997250" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TQmWAfxtZ4I/AAAAAAAABVU/TrH4vXa-TaQ/s1600/101_2726.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TQmWAfxtZ4I/AAAAAAAABVU/TrH4vXa-TaQ/s320/101_2726.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551132950985009026" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TQmV_uW6X4I/AAAAAAAABVM/WqfivlmnTGk/s1600/101_2738.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TQmV_uW6X4I/AAAAAAAABVM/WqfivlmnTGk/s320/101_2738.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551132937719275394" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TQmV_DBo1YI/AAAAAAAABVE/iKq717jsC84/s1600/101_2739.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TQmV_DBo1YI/AAAAAAAABVE/iKq717jsC84/s320/101_2739.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551132926087320962" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931232382113866616.post-84924691090771596552010-12-13T11:48:00.000-08:002010-12-13T12:10:57.568-08:009 ALREADY?<div style="text-align: center;">McKenna turned 9 on November 16. I can't believe she is already so big. Where have the years gone. It seems like just a few years ago I was rocking her to sleep and playing peek-a-boo! She had a birthday week instead of day this year. We had our family party on Sunday, actual birthday on Tuesday, and then friend party on Saturday. We had lots of fun celebrating our special girl.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Friend party included 3 hours of: </div><div style="text-align: center;">*Decorate your own fairy wings.</div><div style="text-align: center;">*Pin the wings on the fairy.</div><div style="text-align: center;">*Treasure hunt planned by fairies.</div><div style="text-align: center;">*Make your own Pizza.</div><div style="text-align: center;">*Balloon popping/bubble gum game.</div><div style="text-align: center;">*Musical Present.</div><div style="text-align: center;">*Fairy pinata.</div><div style="text-align: center;">*And of course - cake, ice cream and presents!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TQZ7BtbxhDI/AAAAAAAABUs/c6hUVQ8VggM/s1600/101_2715.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TQZ7BtbxhDI/AAAAAAAABUs/c6hUVQ8VggM/s320/101_2715.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550258860086887474" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TQZ7A3gEi-I/AAAAAAAABUk/l9OMpgESznY/s1600/101_2696.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TQZ7A3gEi-I/AAAAAAAABUk/l9OMpgESznY/s320/101_2696.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550258845609397218" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TQZ7AP_1fzI/AAAAAAAABUc/IySEnM2IPEQ/s1600/101_2703.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TQZ7AP_1fzI/AAAAAAAABUc/IySEnM2IPEQ/s320/101_2703.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550258835005210418" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TQZ6_4Xt5nI/AAAAAAAABUU/zUJCOezuggM/s1600/101_2698.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TQZ6_4Xt5nI/AAAAAAAABUU/zUJCOezuggM/s320/101_2698.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550258828662924914" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TQZ5lqM5fsI/AAAAAAAABUE/QmakM_SCnPw/s1600/101_2658.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TQZ5lqM5fsI/AAAAAAAABUE/QmakM_SCnPw/s320/101_2658.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550257278671224514" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Family party was very low key:</div><div style="text-align: center;">*Family</div><div style="text-align: center;">*Food</div><div style="text-align: center;">*Lots of smiles! </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TQZ5knOBuAI/AAAAAAAABT8/2iQZ8RgbWKY/s1600/101_2659.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TQZ5knOBuAI/AAAAAAAABT8/2iQZ8RgbWKY/s320/101_2659.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550257260690782210" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TQZ5joj5uEI/AAAAAAAABT0/u-E0tul80Fo/s1600/101_2674.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TQZ5joj5uEI/AAAAAAAABT0/u-E0tul80Fo/s320/101_2674.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550257243871098946" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TQZ5jEUF5FI/AAAAAAAABTs/8zuLDyQ8XR4/s1600/101_2676.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TQZ5jEUF5FI/AAAAAAAABTs/8zuLDyQ8XR4/s320/101_2676.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550257234141111378" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TQZ5ijNXMRI/AAAAAAAABTk/soVfyS1uybM/s1600/101_2665.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TQZ5ijNXMRI/AAAAAAAABTk/soVfyS1uybM/s320/101_2665.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550257225254514962" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931232382113866616.post-17488317574662286412010-11-10T20:54:00.000-08:002010-11-10T21:03:02.901-08:00Last call for Fall<div style="text-align: center;">We decided to take one last run up the canyon before the snow hit to enjoy the Fall colors and have a weenie roast and s'mores. It was so beautiful and the kids had a blast. We went with my sister Becky and her crew and with my sister Christi. Love having them all close by to do these fun outings with! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TNt4Gne9QFI/AAAAAAAABTc/3eReDWOjd6Q/s1600/101_2626.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TNt4Gne9QFI/AAAAAAAABTc/3eReDWOjd6Q/s320/101_2626.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538152221855531090" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TNt4Gf9iW3I/AAAAAAAABTU/HDfGckwxtGs/s1600/101_2631.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TNt4Gf9iW3I/AAAAAAAABTU/HDfGckwxtGs/s320/101_2631.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538152219836308338" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TNt30R3x3BI/AAAAAAAABTM/CVNsSZGQB14/s1600/101_2629.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TNt30R3x3BI/AAAAAAAABTM/CVNsSZGQB14/s320/101_2629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538151906816416786" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TNt3z-bj3vI/AAAAAAAABTE/jnfpiVpsPRc/s1600/101_2634.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TNt3z-bj3vI/AAAAAAAABTE/jnfpiVpsPRc/s320/101_2634.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538151901597785842" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TNt3zKIFUbI/AAAAAAAABS8/WqZ5BA6E8pk/s1600/101_2638.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TNt3zKIFUbI/AAAAAAAABS8/WqZ5BA6E8pk/s320/101_2638.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538151887557448114" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TNt3ypaxJrI/AAAAAAAABS0/_jeoCaFpnKw/s1600/101_2630.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TNt3ypaxJrI/AAAAAAAABS0/_jeoCaFpnKw/s320/101_2630.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538151878777448114" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TNt3ycNXuLI/AAAAAAAABSs/aAChNShdqlw/s1600/101_2640.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TNt3ycNXuLI/AAAAAAAABSs/aAChNShdqlw/s320/101_2640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538151875231594674" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931232382113866616.post-20955173500153064262010-11-07T19:16:00.000-08:002010-11-07T19:31:09.765-08:00Don't let the bed bugs bite!<div style="text-align: center;">About two weeks ago, McKenna woke me up in the middle of the night because she had woken up to a cricket on her bed. When she tried to catch it, it managed to escape her and she could not go back to sleep until it was found. Well ever since that night she had been paranoid about bugs in her bed and room. A few nights ago when I went to go tuck her in, I starting teasing her that if she didn't want bugs hiding in her room, she might want to try cleaning it. Well, before Lloyd and I went to bed that night we went in to check on her and this is what we found . . . </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">McKenna with long PJ bottoms, a sweatshirt, gloves, socks and . . .</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TNdsYTgTB6I/AAAAAAAABSc/romMMaXPqms/s1600/101_2620.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TNdsYTgTB6I/AAAAAAAABSc/romMMaXPqms/s320/101_2620.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537013431683712930" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">she has tied string and yarn around the bottom of her Pj's so that no bugs could possibly crawl up them.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TNdsYGEz00I/AAAAAAAABSU/IoqCJgvL8ls/s1600/101_2623.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TNdsYGEz00I/AAAAAAAABSU/IoqCJgvL8ls/s320/101_2623.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537013428078760770" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is her covering her face and crying because us taking pictures woke her up and she couldn't find the humor of the situation.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TNdsXp9Xy6I/AAAAAAAABSM/lfJlavmyAU8/s1600/101_2624.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TNdsXp9Xy6I/AAAAAAAABSM/lfJlavmyAU8/s320/101_2624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537013420531370914" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931232382113866616.post-16476586329686900822010-10-31T19:38:00.000-07:002010-10-31T20:17:24.571-07:00Get Your Trick On<div style="text-align: center;">There is something about this time of year that brings out the little girl in me. The smell in the air and the fall colors make me all tingly inside. Halloween is the event that starts it all. Our week leading up to the much awaited night has been a blast. Carmel apples, booing neighbors, annual trip to Gardner Village and finishing up costumes kept us busy and happy. We celebrated Halloween on Saturday night. We had Truck-or-Treat with our ward and then went to our old neighborhood for good old fashion "tricking" as Tytan calls it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">McKenna, Matt, and Tytan with their cousins Matilda and Sarah</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TM4r6_ziipI/AAAAAAAABQ0/7wkrrX0MgqM/s1600/101_2282.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TM4r6_ziipI/AAAAAAAABQ0/7wkrrX0MgqM/s320/101_2282.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534409284644932242" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TM4r6SGgJfI/AAAAAAAABQs/9ionj3Q63Hg/s1600/101_2271.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TM4r6SGgJfI/AAAAAAAABQs/9ionj3Q63Hg/s320/101_2271.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534409272376436210" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">McKenna was a mime</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TM4r58nu3DI/AAAAAAAABQk/mfqOGIOLaKw/s1600/101_2254.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TM4r58nu3DI/AAAAAAAABQk/mfqOGIOLaKw/s320/101_2254.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534409266610232370" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Matt was a mummy</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TM4r5oLYhvI/AAAAAAAABQc/nbxHnuqYfJg/s1600/000_0001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TM4r5oLYhvI/AAAAAAAABQc/nbxHnuqYfJg/s320/000_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534409261122619122" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TM4r5EujPPI/AAAAAAAABQU/2nGtQLgNWkE/s1600/101_2269.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TM4r5EujPPI/AAAAAAAABQU/2nGtQLgNWkE/s320/101_2269.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534409251606445298" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Tate our courageous lion</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TM4rFg9JT0I/AAAAAAAABQM/uz_GvLP2Yuc/s1600/101_2256.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TM4rFg9JT0I/AAAAAAAABQM/uz_GvLP2Yuc/s320/101_2256.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534408365830655810" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Tytan had wanted to be a ghost and I made him the cutest costume. Well at the last minute he decided that he wanted to be a football player instead. The little stinker. It is a good thing he is so cute!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TM4rFHhJIaI/AAAAAAAABQE/NfmTOcdVQNw/s1600/101_2260.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TM4rFHhJIaI/AAAAAAAABQE/NfmTOcdVQNw/s320/101_2260.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534408359002317218" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Tate getting his first taste of a sucker.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TM4rEVvsnxI/AAAAAAAABP8/Pp9kbiEIXkQ/s1600/101_2264.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TM4rEVvsnxI/AAAAAAAABP8/Pp9kbiEIXkQ/s320/101_2264.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534408345641590546" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">My brother-in-law Dan looking awesome along with my sis Christi.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TM4rEEAox_I/AAAAAAAABP0/Q28HBVWZ33Q/s1600/101_2268.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TM4rEEAox_I/AAAAAAAABP0/Q28HBVWZ33Q/s320/101_2268.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534408340880803826" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">My sister Becky loving on Tate.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TM4rDoWTDFI/AAAAAAAABPs/nueXop7zXkM/s1600/101_2267.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TM4rDoWTDFI/AAAAAAAABPs/nueXop7zXkM/s320/101_2267.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534408333455461458" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My BFF Sara rockin' the Richard Simons outfit. She is the best!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TM4p0ycvZEI/AAAAAAAABPk/F2VSutwDAAA/s1600/101_2273.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TM4p0ycvZEI/AAAAAAAABPk/F2VSutwDAAA/s320/101_2273.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534406978957173826" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TM4p0Xel5yI/AAAAAAAABPc/jGzIqmvv9tc/s1600/101_2278.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TM4p0Xel5yI/AAAAAAAABPc/jGzIqmvv9tc/s320/101_2278.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534406971717183266" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TM4p0FtPdQI/AAAAAAAABPU/rhDg07sDDiI/s1600/101_2281.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TM4p0FtPdQI/AAAAAAAABPU/rhDg07sDDiI/s320/101_2281.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534406966946788610" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A little peek at our pumpkins</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TM4pz_DVg3I/AAAAAAAABPM/M8Uw3CcArqQ/s1600/101_2285.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TM4pz_DVg3I/AAAAAAAABPM/M8Uw3CcArqQ/s320/101_2285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534406965160412018" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TM4pzkHAmTI/AAAAAAAABPE/2DXKDyErzWg/s1600/101_2286.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TM4pzkHAmTI/AAAAAAAABPE/2DXKDyErzWg/s320/101_2286.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534406957928061234" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">What a fun night. It always goes by way too fast. But now at least I have a lot of candy to help eat :)</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931232382113866616.post-45446063174466371612010-09-23T09:06:00.000-07:002010-09-23T20:24:38.893-07:00The History<div style="text-align: left;">*May 2000 - Married and lived at mom and dad's house in Loomis, CA</div><div style="text-align: left;">*January 2001 - Bought our own condo in Rocklin, CA</div><div style="text-align: left;">*August 2002 - Moved to Springville, UT</div><div style="text-align: left;">*July 2003 - Moved to Colorado Springs into an apartment</div><div style="text-align: left;">*August 2003 - Moved into a house in Colorado Springs</div><div style="text-align: left;">*July 2004 - Moved to Highland, UT</div><div style="text-align: left;">*May 2005 - Moved to Eagle Mountain, UT</div><div style="text-align: left;">*January 2006 - Moved to Payson, UT</div><div style="text-align: left;">*July 2007 - Moved to Granite Bay, CA in with Lloyd's parents while our house was being built</div><div style="text-align: left;">*November 2007 - Moved to Plumas Lakes, CA into our new house</div><div style="text-align: left;">*March 2008 - Moved back to Payson, UT</div><div style="text-align: left;">*October 2009 - Moved to another house in Payson</div><div><div style="text-align: left;">*September 2010 - Buying a house in Payson, moving in this weekend and planning on staying for a LONG, LONG time!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Result = 13 houses in 10 years</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(For the record, I found 2 white hairs this morning)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931232382113866616.post-43205301234503707002010-09-12T20:48:00.000-07:002010-09-16T20:29:35.484-07:00LOVE<div style="text-align: center;">The kids have been having too much fun with baby Tate. Tytan especially is in love with his little brother. I was worried about them not being close buddies because they are 3 1/2 years apart, but as far as Tytan is concerned, they are best friends. Nothing makes my heart more warm and fuzzy.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TI2fy7xoAxI/AAAAAAAABO4/v4OGKIN0c6Q/s1600/DSCN0397.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TI2fy7xoAxI/AAAAAAAABO4/v4OGKIN0c6Q/s320/DSCN0397.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516240815986836242" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TI2fyFZAiPI/AAAAAAAABOw/BlkcWYLk4f0/s1600/DSCN0399.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TI2fyFZAiPI/AAAAAAAABOw/BlkcWYLk4f0/s320/DSCN0399.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516240801388071154" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Matt thought that Tate needed to try on his Boone skin hat.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TI2fxbSJpDI/AAAAAAAABOo/oAfwamX0o4o/s1600/DSCN0408.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TI2fxbSJpDI/AAAAAAAABOo/oAfwamX0o4o/s320/DSCN0408.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516240790085018674" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Tate with his daddy's baseball cap and dimple :)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TI2fwnt6HYI/AAAAAAAABOg/j25ZNgaqqJg/s1600/DSCN0483.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TI2fwnt6HYI/AAAAAAAABOg/j25ZNgaqqJg/s320/DSCN0483.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516240776242797954" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The boys snuggling in my bed watching a little show together.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TI2fvwLDo0I/AAAAAAAABOY/EQfn7pcOEMo/s1600/DSCN0535.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TI2fvwLDo0I/AAAAAAAABOY/EQfn7pcOEMo/s320/DSCN0535.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516240761332671298" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I can't believe that he is almost 6 months old. Time really is flying and we couldn't love him anymore!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931232382113866616.post-57961938388955951622010-09-12T20:36:00.000-07:002010-09-14T07:33:36.121-07:00Catch of the Day<div style="text-align: center;">Lloyd went fishing this weekend and brought home his success, 3 trout. The kids couldn't have been more excited to help him cut them open and clean them out.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TI2dMHeYlOI/AAAAAAAABOQ/Sv7mv-25ORY/s1600/DSCN0537.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TI2dMHeYlOI/AAAAAAAABOQ/Sv7mv-25ORY/s320/DSCN0537.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516237950089204962" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TI2dLu-mIKI/AAAAAAAABOI/Ybb8Xf3S96E/s1600/DSCN0538.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TI2dLu-mIKI/AAAAAAAABOI/Ybb8Xf3S96E/s320/DSCN0538.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516237943513424034" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Tytan wasn't too sure but was trying to be brave.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TI2c3QT235I/AAAAAAAABOA/VghwzyJ84vo/s1600/DSCN0539.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TI2c3QT235I/AAAAAAAABOA/VghwzyJ84vo/s320/DSCN0539.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516237591683719058" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TI2c2nIfFmI/AAAAAAAABN4/SjhhZnClUd8/s1600/DSCN0540.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TI2c2nIfFmI/AAAAAAAABN4/SjhhZnClUd8/s320/DSCN0540.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516237580630169186" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I was shocked at how McKenna got into gutting the fish! She was awesome.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TI2c2HKo0pI/AAAAAAAABNw/Mx0n6HTOdv4/s1600/DSCN0544.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TI2c2HKo0pI/AAAAAAAABNw/Mx0n6HTOdv4/s320/DSCN0544.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516237572049261202" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">After they were all clean, Tytan was my little helper in getting them ready to grill. We salt and peppered them, then put on butter, garlic and lemon juice. Tytan got a little crazy with the lemon juice :)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TI2c1oXAbuI/AAAAAAAABNo/l_khB2ajycc/s1600/DSCN0557.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TI2c1oXAbuI/AAAAAAAABNo/l_khB2ajycc/s320/DSCN0557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516237563779641058" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TI2c1EBfx9I/AAAAAAAABNg/AmYfj-_NxfY/s1600/DSCN0561.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TI2c1EBfx9I/AAAAAAAABNg/AmYfj-_NxfY/s320/DSCN0561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516237554025744338" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We didn't get an after shot of when they were all cooked. I am not a fish eater, but I have to admit that they were pretty good. Lloyd and I couldn't debone them fast enough for Matt and Tytan. They devoured them.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931232382113866616.post-86266873453929033212010-09-11T20:13:00.000-07:002010-09-12T19:50:08.832-07:00Happy Onion Days<div style="text-align: center;">This past weekend was Payson's annual Onion Day Festivals. It is a celebration that last from Friday until Monday and is the place to be! And no, I have no idea why we have it, but I know that it is dang fun. Friday night starts out with the Varsity Football Game. McKenna and her two cousins, Matilda and Sarah, got to do a Jr. Cheer clinic and perform at the game and then at halftime. It was too cute to watch them.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pre-game at my house getting ready to cheer!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIxI-737qiI/AAAAAAAABNI/OvYQxBgHFSo/s1600/DSCN0487.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIxI-737qiI/AAAAAAAABNI/OvYQxBgHFSo/s320/DSCN0487.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515863889683393058" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">At the game Tytan got his Lion painted on the show his school spirit.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIxI-YmCBpI/AAAAAAAABNA/0fkuxgluTnM/s1600/DSCN0488.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIxI-YmCBpI/AAAAAAAABNA/0fkuxgluTnM/s320/DSCN0488.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515863880213071506" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Matt thought that this would help to show the other team they should be scared. </div><div style="text-align: center;">(That is really what he said)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIxI9wWjEsI/AAAAAAAABM4/hb7cgyOw-ME/s1600/DSCN0493.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIxI9wWjEsI/AAAAAAAABM4/hb7cgyOw-ME/s320/DSCN0493.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515863869410710210" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I love watching Lloyd with his players.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIxI9ZX9_TI/AAAAAAAABMw/3_Almop1QVQ/s1600/IMG_2743.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIxI9ZX9_TI/AAAAAAAABMw/3_Almop1QVQ/s320/IMG_2743.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515863863242652978" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">McKenna having a blast cheering.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIxI8w674uI/AAAAAAAABMo/FqY-yuStj8U/s1600/IMG_2751.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIxI8w674uI/AAAAAAAABMo/FqY-yuStj8U/s320/IMG_2751.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515863852383462114" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Monday morning was the parade in downtown. Papa and Tate love eachother.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIxHVbg3gCI/AAAAAAAABMg/mj-y9HRXE2M/s1600/DSCN0498.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIxHVbg3gCI/AAAAAAAABMg/mj-y9HRXE2M/s320/DSCN0498.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515862077110452258" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The girls got to ride on the float with the other cheerleaders.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIxHU4E5XhI/AAAAAAAABMY/myFQqw7GKZ8/s1600/DSCN0499.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIxHU4E5XhI/AAAAAAAABMY/myFQqw7GKZ8/s320/DSCN0499.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515862067597893138" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I had to get this shot. These girls love each other so much it is so cute!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIxHUOKzuTI/AAAAAAAABMQ/2MtlJlNhM3I/s1600/DSCN0512.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIxHUOKzuTI/AAAAAAAABMQ/2MtlJlNhM3I/s320/DSCN0512.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515862056348399922" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">After the parade, we headed over to the carnival. Tytan getting ready for some rides!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIxHTtqmPxI/AAAAAAAABMI/VEsPwo6HPGg/s1600/DSCN0513.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIxHTtqmPxI/AAAAAAAABMI/VEsPwo6HPGg/s320/DSCN0513.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515862047623364370" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><u>1st stop the Ferris Wheel</u></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIxHTtqmPxI/AAAAAAAABMI/VEsPwo6HPGg/s1600/DSCN0513.JPG"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIxHS0FqqqI/AAAAAAAABMA/XRtezBwrArs/s1600/DSCN0515.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIxHS0FqqqI/AAAAAAAABMA/XRtezBwrArs/s320/DSCN0515.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515862032167643810" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">For the record, I wasn't even on the ride and my hands were sweating the whole time!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIxGY8VmqvI/AAAAAAAABL4/xpEeSsBtjuI/s1600/DSCN0518.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIxGY8VmqvI/AAAAAAAABL4/xpEeSsBtjuI/s320/DSCN0518.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515861037949561586" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I couldn't believe that Tytan wanted to go on this one. But there he is with his hands up. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Crazy kid! Matt and McKenna were loving it the whole time as well.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIxGYYw79OI/AAAAAAAABLw/5TgptgovRO4/s1600/DSCN0524.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIxGYYw79OI/AAAAAAAABLw/5TgptgovRO4/s320/DSCN0524.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515861028400526562" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This is what Lloyd tried to get me to go on. Not a chance.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIxGXxNQ9jI/AAAAAAAABLo/LEto7zqHFdM/s1600/DSCN0529.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIxGXxNQ9jI/AAAAAAAABLo/LEto7zqHFdM/s320/DSCN0529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515861017781925426" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">So, he went on it with my best friend, Sara.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIxGXcPcKrI/AAAAAAAABLg/4HpmIqooQnY/s1600/DSCN0530.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIxGXcPcKrI/AAAAAAAABLg/4HpmIqooQnY/s320/DSCN0530.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515861012153903794" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Lloyd was actually stumbling when he got off the ride. Wish I had video of it!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIxGWwv1p0I/AAAAAAAABLY/NTwnth6BTUo/s1600/DSCN0534.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIxGWwv1p0I/AAAAAAAABLY/NTwnth6BTUo/s320/DSCN0534.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515861000478631746" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">We had such a great weekend. I love living in our little town!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931232382113866616.post-59885459432946944972010-09-07T21:19:00.000-07:002010-09-11T18:39:57.975-07:00Thumb Sucker?<div style="text-align: center;">I went to check in on Tate during nap time the other day, and this is what I found. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIcPI1BLgZI/AAAAAAAABLM/7IzmOKLajxo/s1600/DSCN0472.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIcPI1BLgZI/AAAAAAAABLM/7IzmOKLajxo/s320/DSCN0472.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514392913083859346" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931232382113866616.post-33888792773514263182010-09-07T21:07:00.000-07:002010-09-09T20:25:57.276-07:00I really don't want to talk about it!<div style="text-align: center;">Even though I know that it is coming, the start of school is always a little bitter sweet. Especially when they both seem WAY too big all of a sudden. McKenna started 3rd grade and Matt started 1st. I never realized how much they entertained Tytan until they started going to school ALL DAY LONG!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIcNS-ZNtLI/AAAAAAAABLE/bCcxAYgW0DY/s1600/DSCN0474.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIcNS-ZNtLI/AAAAAAAABLE/bCcxAYgW0DY/s320/DSCN0474.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514390888376022194" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIcNSX7SZyI/AAAAAAAABK8/eQ4MqDM16cw/s1600/DSCN0477.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIcNSX7SZyI/AAAAAAAABK8/eQ4MqDM16cw/s320/DSCN0477.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514390878049953570" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIcNR0B9UGI/AAAAAAAABK0/1L12PoRmr2E/s1600/DSCN0479.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIcNR0B9UGI/AAAAAAAABK0/1L12PoRmr2E/s320/DSCN0479.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514390868414255202" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIcNRVQ3KuI/AAAAAAAABKs/TeYD9bETU9Y/s1600/DSCN0481.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/_KwOvDINuPYQ/TIcNRVQ3KuI/AAAAAAAABKs/TeYD9bETU9Y/s320/DSCN0481.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514390860155267810" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Big sigh . . . can't wait until the end of the day.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2