tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59554286115340299062024-02-19T02:48:28.372-08:00Life according to LisaUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955428611534029906.post-65576726644871512272009-08-20T08:11:00.001-07:002009-08-20T08:21:29.295-07:00Haircut/nap time<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>With 4 boys in the house, getting a hair cut is quite an expedition. We take them all in and line em' up for a clean up. The girls over at Dollar cuts all know them by name. For some reason every time we go in, Isaac falls asleep. I think he likes the girls fingers running through his hair.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbtOEUJ2KLFYD3Ll283QeynyAl2g_VKVy8Q0Klm_ZztEsKXAKItEL_Jjf8dfw_EWmK4v7NGqM-HpYSJsXaiD4KPeSG8v0XbRqgc4cJnLbpUYGXyG5liMixRwpgmf_JlNfeuCfrHud_b3k/s1600-h/CIMG1856.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbtOEUJ2KLFYD3Ll283QeynyAl2g_VKVy8Q0Klm_ZztEsKXAKItEL_Jjf8dfw_EWmK4v7NGqM-HpYSJsXaiD4KPeSG8v0XbRqgc4cJnLbpUYGXyG5liMixRwpgmf_JlNfeuCfrHud_b3k/s320/CIMG1856.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372064240255664834" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYKbwUT9SKkoRWCSjRHIG130lFsO18Pfe7-J2m4O9BdrRuj6sU0Bh8Yh4275cd9C5VUcectDsjPY7QZ9hUXWZExeIT7k1XAAIB8Ewjzu5Mwn8i6Hdex4aeK8Xo05Za1s2LUQJckFKsTWo/s1600-h/CIMG1857.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYKbwUT9SKkoRWCSjRHIG130lFsO18Pfe7-J2m4O9BdrRuj6sU0Bh8Yh4275cd9C5VUcectDsjPY7QZ9hUXWZExeIT7k1XAAIB8Ewjzu5Mwn8i6Hdex4aeK8Xo05Za1s2LUQJckFKsTWo/s320/CIMG1857.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372064230681572674" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955428611534029906.post-89336743036955634342009-08-20T08:00:00.000-07:002009-08-20T08:07:30.463-07:00The reason I had kids<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Because they make me laugh!! I must have pasted this box a dozen times, so I'm not sure how long they were waiting in this box to surprise me. When I pulled off the blanket I found my two little toe head babies waiting with a thumbs up, it suddenly made all the grumpy thoughts of laundry and toilets float right out of my mind. </span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOiwOROu3z9gY42BAo0fPAOIhCy4AtDEc9yN1PvjTMUTiFPkL-4VjnV4ommULzTErg0-ac1BJ5yvjWdtc8irRjo1xHfRdGOT3hYGBee3Av6dLFtR6IH1yAaYKi5pxzTdOF1NEvSuWjQYw/s1600-h/DSC_0257.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOiwOROu3z9gY42BAo0fPAOIhCy4AtDEc9yN1PvjTMUTiFPkL-4VjnV4ommULzTErg0-ac1BJ5yvjWdtc8irRjo1xHfRdGOT3hYGBee3Av6dLFtR6IH1yAaYKi5pxzTdOF1NEvSuWjQYw/s320/DSC_0257.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372062017205948866" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9OIgRYGb2i5VHdBbTlhalaRGeVs-QIEPOzvUqnhe4mnkbyeh18TLTQ_vq5Orv0wMjvxD03UB171O4xsZibqu9-yfM-OW4CHmqs7SO6NIBc3NL5f-CS3qHJlsiRCmJ7VUe1w7YSfpjz6w/s1600-h/DSC_0261.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9OIgRYGb2i5VHdBbTlhalaRGeVs-QIEPOzvUqnhe4mnkbyeh18TLTQ_vq5Orv0wMjvxD03UB171O4xsZibqu9-yfM-OW4CHmqs7SO6NIBc3NL5f-CS3qHJlsiRCmJ7VUe1w7YSfpjz6w/s320/DSC_0261.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372061650137393522" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955428611534029906.post-68912939071298096702009-07-22T00:43:00.000-07:002009-07-22T09:17:11.301-07:00Whitney's Solo Believe - April 2009<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">This year Whit did a solo to a song called Believe. Her darling dance teacher, Amy Choreographed it for her. Whitney is amazing at lyrical because she has such beautiful long lines and her turns are flawless. Another great year Whit scored crowns and these enormous trophies that make her little brothers salivate. One competition was up at Kingsbury Hall and it was so fun to show her friends her grandparents dressing room. Congrats Whit! I love ya baby.</span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0gmGNDz1uEcX8sBIdNcFtzvIG-ct9Fk6L9TaVlutSfrtv_h4AVPlyu_ZFP42c9Er-9rCQYa6Thu9DYDnqfcc7pDsq1BZ6xqcXgD0a9_Tc91cQ03S75XFJA6KpTp3NicdlZCujSe4_UL8/s1600-h/UTA_4078.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0gmGNDz1uEcX8sBIdNcFtzvIG-ct9Fk6L9TaVlutSfrtv_h4AVPlyu_ZFP42c9Er-9rCQYa6Thu9DYDnqfcc7pDsq1BZ6xqcXgD0a9_Tc91cQ03S75XFJA6KpTp3NicdlZCujSe4_UL8/s320/UTA_4078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361193543287402514" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">My beautiful girl</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiseHp1WvIV46J6b-1l88l7hcGUNJv0XewnQVCVRo52h_yKtRy08Hw7uA-tec_QYHbxuT-mCriKlEXZyd8lEvvvpU-MbdWEj5T2MypeFHNLXr_W2uYpU12T4t3xf3BFqIdHidRy5VFvGSs/s1600-h/UTA_4075.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiseHp1WvIV46J6b-1l88l7hcGUNJv0XewnQVCVRo52h_yKtRy08Hw7uA-tec_QYHbxuT-mCriKlEXZyd8lEvvvpU-MbdWEj5T2MypeFHNLXr_W2uYpU12T4t3xf3BFqIdHidRy5VFvGSs/s320/UTA_4075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361193541366008450" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfHW0H7FRMySH7sc-1KRddndofoBxSA-2TiPIVlHjd4xP4SWCQF_8iA7B8siGbPYvZI6zDqZxzPTs0RF-yIZQPAvZnj1OEPL1Ut-7NwV4WPQYeoPWVtZ4nRpOWsNhsKpx6i1-ARd7qUt8/s1600-h/DSC_0499.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfHW0H7FRMySH7sc-1KRddndofoBxSA-2TiPIVlHjd4xP4SWCQF_8iA7B8siGbPYvZI6zDqZxzPTs0RF-yIZQPAvZnj1OEPL1Ut-7NwV4WPQYeoPWVtZ4nRpOWsNhsKpx6i1-ARd7qUt8/s320/DSC_0499.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361193535506624722" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Whitney and Amy</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Ft3kbAAwbVMgENIz45_46YXFcIjdGQz-NL445B2HGMWBjJm3yfPid88fhTckLleHM-yDMeAE9lbeTBOVXGr56iZtbA3OCCS1jPwxDwDOH_3EoyIF9gNNyzGWXU7o-JU5mTiEvTN-Ghs/s1600-h/CIMG1904.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Ft3kbAAwbVMgENIz45_46YXFcIjdGQz-NL445B2HGMWBjJm3yfPid88fhTckLleHM-yDMeAE9lbeTBOVXGr56iZtbA3OCCS1jPwxDwDOH_3EoyIF9gNNyzGWXU7o-JU5mTiEvTN-Ghs/s320/CIMG1904.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361193526068730754" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">By the Neeleman dressing room</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZLwmi6G3bifcxsj_tqkwicuc8CktDOJID0IAlEVdRHxaFwkhoWAw3yQOQxUPLI0QPffFaLsBcYY0frtUVfAWsCNoPYFMQWCzM26wdI4CFIXUe-DCcCdgubXV_c4oJ8hMvXYyMUQahzSE/s1600-h/CIMG1907.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZLwmi6G3bifcxsj_tqkwicuc8CktDOJID0IAlEVdRHxaFwkhoWAw3yQOQxUPLI0QPffFaLsBcYY0frtUVfAWsCNoPYFMQWCzM26wdI4CFIXUe-DCcCdgubXV_c4oJ8hMvXYyMUQahzSE/s320/CIMG1907.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361193518731879890" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Who are those good looking people?</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955428611534029906.post-74192367050585451562009-07-22T00:16:00.000-07:002009-07-22T00:42:33.931-07:00Dance and more Dance - April 2009<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Dance Season finally came to an end. Although we were ready for a break we had a blast! The girls did AWESOME as usual. They usually walk away from every competition with a car full of first place - 5 ft high trophies and the satisfaction that all the hard work has paid off. Whitney and I share the same passion for dance. When a good song comes on we can barely sit in our seat. We have so much fun going to the competitions and just spending quality time together. I am so proud of Whit she has grown into such an amazing beautiful dancer. Every time she walks onto the stage I start to cry. Here's to another great year - Way to go girls!</span></span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz4k0qdc4ZcbxJPxfO6dCVCW0lgrE5ni9_C2H-xWpeFxNRXU0hGuIBBBA5_200VpIZn1IXYDoPRs3ylTOMZn74YYHNCPcBaXu6DJngw5I9k0S8eY_1ABj0HjvGZTrh8A8IKf-gJS4j5mg/s1600-h/CIMG1916.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz4k0qdc4ZcbxJPxfO6dCVCW0lgrE5ni9_C2H-xWpeFxNRXU0hGuIBBBA5_200VpIZn1IXYDoPRs3ylTOMZn74YYHNCPcBaXu6DJngw5I9k0S8eY_1ABj0HjvGZTrh8A8IKf-gJS4j5mg/s320/CIMG1916.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361184091876704322" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Whit and her girls in Party.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7CvQNrpO64XAEcB2m-S8ER-Gy1HNZMpTC-xEBtzaSVv8pWEAqG_qLpyjRHoGiJHDvjOSKhAJIGmpX2aWiJUiZ0VIfGOOHMoABU1tpfd9_kqAWKcSsu5qYrXojym1CxgPIlONKExJ1_cY/s1600-h/CIMG1912.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7CvQNrpO64XAEcB2m-S8ER-Gy1HNZMpTC-xEBtzaSVv8pWEAqG_qLpyjRHoGiJHDvjOSKhAJIGmpX2aWiJUiZ0VIfGOOHMoABU1tpfd9_kqAWKcSsu5qYrXojym1CxgPIlONKExJ1_cY/s320/CIMG1912.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361184079880237602" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Lollipop</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX590P9gswInDxjMAlOpuwGELntKA42wSvJWpiut1OZtdLQbhpjg_jtktL_hnV8etw5ZKnjYqCSR5nfFDv_MZ__WxiMuzLF5X_bjTS_CegvxdG0t8KEuQKtNWKvEqpoOecax3s-oujamA/s1600-h/ut3_2713.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX590P9gswInDxjMAlOpuwGELntKA42wSvJWpiut1OZtdLQbhpjg_jtktL_hnV8etw5ZKnjYqCSR5nfFDv_MZ__WxiMuzLF5X_bjTS_CegvxdG0t8KEuQKtNWKvEqpoOecax3s-oujamA/s320/ut3_2713.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361184073914410242" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Let it be</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFCdfOC7DwKpFn5Unb2QY43_wf_g-WCXWAM37wEpnNY5WimYSO2Zq7phkH8sibLmzX8-evCrfaeKTnYcDg1zjq1frcHUbTJ0tpH0uZy8DTW1fQGQpH_u8K2fzboaIFSCR6kDtiLQDdNtg/s1600-h/DSC_0722.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFCdfOC7DwKpFn5Unb2QY43_wf_g-WCXWAM37wEpnNY5WimYSO2Zq7phkH8sibLmzX8-evCrfaeKTnYcDg1zjq1frcHUbTJ0tpH0uZy8DTW1fQGQpH_u8K2fzboaIFSCR6kDtiLQDdNtg/s320/DSC_0722.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361184062609568194" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Jungle</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9GAzTKJsrLjge0J2-iOZWbFHiEYNJYWYOJXiWECIZeGUEWlUfsBa82V7oEZ0JI4RrBEcl9MmW6XvVGzHpUNuA59i0oSDJMDtztKSLjeDyS6eoy_ijuQhAC57gGS5oGUxjgZV_6_dRqnA/s1600-h/DSC_0613.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9GAzTKJsrLjge0J2-iOZWbFHiEYNJYWYOJXiWECIZeGUEWlUfsBa82V7oEZ0JI4RrBEcl9MmW6XvVGzHpUNuA59i0oSDJMDtztKSLjeDyS6eoy_ijuQhAC57gGS5oGUxjgZV_6_dRqnA/s320/DSC_0613.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361184058738330466" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I'm just a girl</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955428611534029906.post-26276817482995467932009-07-21T23:56:00.001-07:002009-07-22T00:43:41.590-07:00Think Pink! - April 2009<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">My darling friend Candice finally got her girl on number three. I was so excited for her since I had just been blessed with a little jewel of my own, that we decided to throw her a pink party! It was such a fun night of food, friends, baby talk and of course the cutest baby girl gifts. Congrats Candice and Chase. We love you!</span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijuC0E51pBZZsP2OqFwaD07nbQMBFk-BX2EWIuQBWE7t3krm5ibHVe2PePiLzukt734BVt8yCBH-JKQ0mfWuEzWfuAro6Z_eHEMgVTnJ1TiH0SCmA5xAHqHBjHwwuuXD6XQXYvbce-Kbw/s1600-h/DSC_0590.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijuC0E51pBZZsP2OqFwaD07nbQMBFk-BX2EWIuQBWE7t3krm5ibHVe2PePiLzukt734BVt8yCBH-JKQ0mfWuEzWfuAro6Z_eHEMgVTnJ1TiH0SCmA5xAHqHBjHwwuuXD6XQXYvbce-Kbw/s320/DSC_0590.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361176599475830594" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2lzfxi4GrgPiykbouBnyl5CVMiqZXWWyOVcvhKJZD7mlmL7UbNrBdl9NwqdzqvoiUoQUZ-Mt6imMU8CyVicpumn8ooWDuWbXpDjnuGBmkYhmrwuWelkvXIfriP7F7IN8Dd3P1VZEJDqo/s1600-h/DSC_0584.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2lzfxi4GrgPiykbouBnyl5CVMiqZXWWyOVcvhKJZD7mlmL7UbNrBdl9NwqdzqvoiUoQUZ-Mt6imMU8CyVicpumn8ooWDuWbXpDjnuGBmkYhmrwuWelkvXIfriP7F7IN8Dd3P1VZEJDqo/s320/DSC_0584.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361176594492990354" /></a>I love anything girly. We raided Whits room for the decor<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPYl5cFGigio1_gnWd7XK9OyeXlFqizAtTlSBSY8YUweceb40IqH-UO5AAyM0V_P0uDSBCZorFDCKP5q4CBhwz21dDaR2jBMRa6dxQxqw7eJhlN9MNdjLJhd3uJ2SaQ3Aq4zQdWwTfHfU/s1600-h/DSC_0561.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPYl5cFGigio1_gnWd7XK9OyeXlFqizAtTlSBSY8YUweceb40IqH-UO5AAyM0V_P0uDSBCZorFDCKP5q4CBhwz21dDaR2jBMRa6dxQxqw7eJhlN9MNdjLJhd3uJ2SaQ3Aq4zQdWwTfHfU/s320/DSC_0561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361176586391849202" /></a>Girls just want to have fun<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOc2YmSR8tN1xQL-T69gYPxQEnKdCjPewBldGv0m0RVi7WKQeXITR5FY4L6JL056RvMGnqwd-UR5BT1D1QwlsFZeVTP79x6_hH9LomVw3jTjs9W6egjmr4-AHrC7IVlmMkXb5jBjC1rfM/s1600-h/DSC_0569.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOc2YmSR8tN1xQL-T69gYPxQEnKdCjPewBldGv0m0RVi7WKQeXITR5FY4L6JL056RvMGnqwd-UR5BT1D1QwlsFZeVTP79x6_hH9LomVw3jTjs9W6egjmr4-AHrC7IVlmMkXb5jBjC1rfM/s320/DSC_0569.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361176580849416978" /></a>Me and my girlUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955428611534029906.post-41259258669039231362009-07-15T21:51:00.000-07:002009-07-21T23:53:52.212-07:00So much to blog so little time<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So sorry about the disappearing act! Let's just say that the last 4 months have just been a blur. I have all the pictures to prove what a crazy circus it's been, but I have had zero time to blog any of the details. So here we go! Hold on tight.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955428611534029906.post-51581011008282202452009-04-19T17:00:00.000-07:002009-04-19T17:41:57.045-07:00Takin' a dip and catchin" some rays ;}<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">After 2 long days of dancing we headed for the pool to relax and catch some sunshine before we headed back to the dreaded snow storm that was waiting for us. </span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp7II9W_eNMuVeiO0dZW7DuROavh4Rq4achZ3aJD6AqUKndDAlAE_LpM9wWV7ngKGPoF-nuwpjKPlZtSXPNn2OQKptDxu96dCnI17QNWwht4WJhhyphenhyphenYybj3ozRBvs0x4-06IEm0AzgN-sk/s1600-h/DSC_0548.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp7II9W_eNMuVeiO0dZW7DuROavh4Rq4achZ3aJD6AqUKndDAlAE_LpM9wWV7ngKGPoF-nuwpjKPlZtSXPNn2OQKptDxu96dCnI17QNWwht4WJhhyphenhyphenYybj3ozRBvs0x4-06IEm0AzgN-sk/s320/DSC_0548.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326562430151330050" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">My sweet girls. <br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgYz-HulNNbjMHTq6O1RU4eJdQhyphenhyphenpKXqtWA8RM0URkOTY6Hvf7Dl0b5CdavWWnJwzSDnwT6GbUSo4n3Xw2hfrK-q6ngTB2AivfB_EOgxcO4qWa67wapTLdNfpqDSnpW6tG37U5WjnsPXI/s1600-h/DSC_0543.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgYz-HulNNbjMHTq6O1RU4eJdQhyphenhyphenpKXqtWA8RM0URkOTY6Hvf7Dl0b5CdavWWnJwzSDnwT6GbUSo4n3Xw2hfrK-q6ngTB2AivfB_EOgxcO4qWa67wapTLdNfpqDSnpW6tG37U5WjnsPXI/s320/DSC_0543.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326562427811053442" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Silly girls way too close to teen-hood<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXrn_Tlg_HQZQ_BO5CLGBN469HPQbRLxvtHBpEJf42ctDU5i0XfoNgc91BrjincnEHoR2VnuBbvF4zFYleKrp7yJxfBCn1YcEdDMa2CaHUUy9gGzK63ANwoVmmT0E_jhGrWZ0vtnezenk/s1600-h/DSC_0531.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXrn_Tlg_HQZQ_BO5CLGBN469HPQbRLxvtHBpEJf42ctDU5i0XfoNgc91BrjincnEHoR2VnuBbvF4zFYleKrp7yJxfBCn1YcEdDMa2CaHUUy9gGzK63ANwoVmmT0E_jhGrWZ0vtnezenk/s320/DSC_0531.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326562422814690898" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Catchin' some rays. They don't believe me about the sunscreen bit.<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja34VM3zFFYUFvfJ83wzu-p6oHI2rEHSEyis2vjyZfGnSWu9_WTZWS8rh_ed9PkWGKhpk3FlzyflUQ2JcwAiaQ3sXk3WW4-OHwME6RprrzXM0is_YHK2dl-E2K5VCX_NG1TdGbwvtHYIM/s1600-h/DSC_0523.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja34VM3zFFYUFvfJ83wzu-p6oHI2rEHSEyis2vjyZfGnSWu9_WTZWS8rh_ed9PkWGKhpk3FlzyflUQ2JcwAiaQ3sXk3WW4-OHwME6RprrzXM0is_YHK2dl-E2K5VCX_NG1TdGbwvtHYIM/s320/DSC_0523.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326562417038891090" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Whit and her dance friends</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955428611534029906.post-4656191301503837092009-04-19T15:53:00.001-07:002009-04-19T16:02:46.629-07:00In case you were wondering<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ok so at the risk of totally being compared to Patsy Ramsey. I decided when we out shopping in St. George that Whitney needed a tan because her costume is such a beautiful aqua blue color. So, I stopped by the local Sally's Beauty Supply and picked up some Sunless tanning airbrush spray. Whitney was not so amused. She hasn't realized yet that beauty is painful. I always tell her that something, whether it be my eyebrows or my feet, always hurts about 90% of the time. I made her strip down and I spray painted her tiny frame. I was admiring my work when Whit sat down to put on her toe undies (these little dance pads so you can turn) on and her feet were completely black from turning and stepping on the sunless tan that sprayed on the floor. So I do what I always do in an emergency situation - I googled. Well apparently Sally Hansens hair bleach works wonders on bleaching you feet when you have to perform on a stage barefoot. How did I ever live without the internet??!!</span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKrZPiw8_xRHyiFdWe5ZNw5Bj5cFrjqVtFIKeEYKJE9TFRUYk9wftRa-Lco6xmbekWVGuearhAXfqG1fI_0PMILYRiAjOY2Sid5SxDu09h237TuRnAA_X-5aHa5JnhPKoJRJHQbxtJtVc/s1600-h/DSC_0488.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKrZPiw8_xRHyiFdWe5ZNw5Bj5cFrjqVtFIKeEYKJE9TFRUYk9wftRa-Lco6xmbekWVGuearhAXfqG1fI_0PMILYRiAjOY2Sid5SxDu09h237TuRnAA_X-5aHa5JnhPKoJRJHQbxtJtVc/s320/DSC_0488.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326539756665754626" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955428611534029906.post-3700740688199823512009-04-16T23:39:00.001-07:002009-04-19T17:00:23.938-07:00Girls trip with my girls<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Whitney has a dance competition every year is St. George. So the girls and I packed up the car and headed for some sun. It was Whitney's first time competing a lyrical solo and she did amazing! She got a High Gold which the dance world is AWESOME! My sister Pam was so sweet to hook us up in the sweet 3 bedroom condo. Thanks Aunt Pam :) It was so fun to get away for a few days with just the girls. We got Pedicures, watched some dance, ate some yummy food and watched some more dance. Besides driving home in a horrible snow storm it was a perfect weekend.</span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTVpSdRDptICVN1E2lYIfSPIZsmyxsOrfb7mIvkBRJYJcMDSln9dnSXwAQABsdxquVcuZf2odkrtI7wOvTNVw9IYQd90lF0GpHJExlE7YUCS3Jh5-RLJVTt3lk4GqCpzZwk8Bp_OxS_dc/s1600-h/DSC_0517.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTVpSdRDptICVN1E2lYIfSPIZsmyxsOrfb7mIvkBRJYJcMDSln9dnSXwAQABsdxquVcuZf2odkrtI7wOvTNVw9IYQd90lF0GpHJExlE7YUCS3Jh5-RLJVTt3lk4GqCpzZwk8Bp_OxS_dc/s320/DSC_0517.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325548844954409778" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Mom and Whit at the dance competition<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ6uZF_ACf-7BS38WTiD3YkrwNnAF9hlWNZhav2dwqV9BsEutQ8T2cmFsRofjTnKuwZTxQXwsERa9wLE1U-tUTCNnonfIWh96sY3Ah20uWNLcoP7fewTXVN3nZri3KYkvhCsalNeVrTlo/s1600-h/DSC_0519.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ6uZF_ACf-7BS38WTiD3YkrwNnAF9hlWNZhav2dwqV9BsEutQ8T2cmFsRofjTnKuwZTxQXwsERa9wLE1U-tUTCNnonfIWh96sY3Ah20uWNLcoP7fewTXVN3nZri3KYkvhCsalNeVrTlo/s320/DSC_0519.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325548841851251858" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Sophia already sporting leg warmers<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8rlfBJsknNqISmj_k6iXsLD99TAQJCeu4UL6zpkfAIY2Y8FLumd-LPXH4S28GLYLqmhTEAKnW9tV-F692iAzt8ZbrgN808EgvehQ4we2CAxDLkZSVshDEnBuPcchDPSBLSeNvvOYjVc4/s1600-h/DSC_0509.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8rlfBJsknNqISmj_k6iXsLD99TAQJCeu4UL6zpkfAIY2Y8FLumd-LPXH4S28GLYLqmhTEAKnW9tV-F692iAzt8ZbrgN808EgvehQ4we2CAxDLkZSVshDEnBuPcchDPSBLSeNvvOYjVc4/s320/DSC_0509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325548837584126514" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">WOO WOO! <br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOH9bWLW0fYWa_V2_QWEKhvWM9kR9mOlmRtjk4yYVgq12P-SKX-INjj_PM2t4pLHznzV1MYzIcDFfK2U6PuDlDs6QCupwIPFhrm8RkvoOlPw3w3m4bREnkpLYw1Q7VvFLoVCegh5Nm7zQ/s1600-h/DSC_0499.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOH9bWLW0fYWa_V2_QWEKhvWM9kR9mOlmRtjk4yYVgq12P-SKX-INjj_PM2t4pLHznzV1MYzIcDFfK2U6PuDlDs6QCupwIPFhrm8RkvoOlPw3w3m4bREnkpLYw1Q7VvFLoVCegh5Nm7zQ/s320/DSC_0499.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325548832956375970" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Whitney and her dance teacher Amy</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955428611534029906.post-13114262457360278132009-03-19T12:40:00.000-07:002009-03-19T12:49:00.316-07:00Wear Sunsceen<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh28kusSn3xHHdsLnF8tZSiihf5mv13a1HPIrTW2JCGsQkp-6ZvjiMauE12EGk0UN0uuLJaZDxhs4GdF0FDsdvC7BOrraASPv6sAB-R8ugrcL4gD4BmYjjzLdsQdDaZE1MLtE941ltdlPc/s1600-h/new_ng_firming.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh28kusSn3xHHdsLnF8tZSiihf5mv13a1HPIrTW2JCGsQkp-6ZvjiMauE12EGk0UN0uuLJaZDxhs4GdF0FDsdvC7BOrraASPv6sAB-R8ugrcL4gD4BmYjjzLdsQdDaZE1MLtE941ltdlPc/s320/new_ng_firming.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314987847568676338" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">With spring finally within reach, I headed out the door to pick me up some of that Jergen's natural glow lotion in an attempt to add some color to my transparent skin that hasn't seen the sun in 6 months. Every time I put this stuff on and I look at the sun spots on my arms it makes me think of the inspirational verse "Wear Sunscreen". I wish that I had listened to it 10 years ago. Now that I'm old it just makes so much sense to me. I've added it to my playlist. If you have a second listen to it. It makes you think. And I like it. If you not in the mood, go ahead and skip ahead to "Getcha head in the game" for the basketball post. But then don't come crying to me in 10 years when you have sun spots.</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955428611534029906.post-25075390747957451602009-03-19T11:08:00.000-07:002009-03-19T12:23:31.321-07:00AND 1<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">As basketball season comes to an end. Well kind of. We just had our year end party for the 4</span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">th</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> grade league but Mike just signed them up for a new tournament and the 3rd grad league just started a new run at Marv Jensen so it's not really over but I thought I should post some pics of the season so far. It used to make me crazy that my husband was so obsessed with sports and coaching my sons. And one day when I was talking to Mark he said so simply "why would you want to keep him away from something that makes him so happy" and my whole outlook changed. It could be a strip club or a bottle of </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">booze,</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> so I guess I'll take the coaching thing and do what I do best - plan the year end party. I took a cake decorating class once because I wanted all my kids to have fabulous cakes. Then I realized it's much easier to buy the cake and tell someone else how you want it decorated. When I showed up with this awesome cake with all the boys pictures on it the boys were so pumped that they got to eat their own face. Little boys are so funny :) </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">So back to the coaching, I have to say Mike is an amazing coach</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">. I have so many parents tell me how happy they are that they found Mike. He never loses his cool with the boys and he truly loves teaching them and loves sharing his passion for the game. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">It was such a fun year for Josh because he got to play basketball with his cousin John and his friend Jackson across the street. The 3 of them were a force to be </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">reckoned</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> with. The last picture cracked me up. The boys were all running plays before the game and there was a dad for every kid right there in the middle of it all. It's so amazing to me that you can't get a man home from work but as soon as there is a little league game, their whole schedule just clears up. And I finally figured out what AND 1 means! </span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqsKsFpPMlrjKq92o3ez8agPWedmWMtB2G6OUZXBlUCy1yYnsQJ4gKMGyUFK7qhySdwE6oeDTWCQEXCwAOVi0GfDdD1orLpUwOl0G1Ur74uqMT3lhFjW-zJPW3tG_iH_bhebfPd8ypUXU/s1600-h/DSC_0507.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqsKsFpPMlrjKq92o3ez8agPWedmWMtB2G6OUZXBlUCy1yYnsQJ4gKMGyUFK7qhySdwE6oeDTWCQEXCwAOVi0GfDdD1orLpUwOl0G1Ur74uqMT3lhFjW-zJPW3tG_iH_bhebfPd8ypUXU/s320/DSC_0507.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314973057822190914" /></a>What cool mom did that? ME! With a little help from Sam's<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpOHQl1DmOiujAuUn9w-aZKGVkhOGClDcLqYCRu7obEBHQOePsDVx91PVHN5wI8LNatWswlbv2xway9o5cmeCM0aK6vdgb5fHWlz0wA7cUzyFMSo5kSI3McjC_dUSCtdNXovSuKjMWkgQ/s1600-h/DSC_0522.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpOHQl1DmOiujAuUn9w-aZKGVkhOGClDcLqYCRu7obEBHQOePsDVx91PVHN5wI8LNatWswlbv2xway9o5cmeCM0aK6vdgb5fHWlz0wA7cUzyFMSo5kSI3McjC_dUSCtdNXovSuKjMWkgQ/s320/DSC_0522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314973050332156146" /></a>One proud dad<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQCkSjfgg9x69d4rCIc0zQOLRHDNIccNhGJqvKdkek7940cDg3McYqE9hHYyQbFVvW59LuNFdTvBPltrSGA5xAiGG_TrH1iXIpOZvQMpQ9udulouQHnO1Aw0q_YapfEjlS23ixc2qy7rM/s1600-h/DSC_0472.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQCkSjfgg9x69d4rCIc0zQOLRHDNIccNhGJqvKdkek7940cDg3McYqE9hHYyQbFVvW59LuNFdTvBPltrSGA5xAiGG_TrH1iXIpOZvQMpQ9udulouQHnO1Aw0q_YapfEjlS23ixc2qy7rM/s320/DSC_0472.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314973052627046178" /></a>That would be my boy<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgevvu6N1lX-w3dtdG3FN4G-64KoYk9bkEp9nbws6D1byugia36wucsG0ExSmFj0lAn4-0li6gNJI39TDESLSUknvFBIGlxeI9xsWyerhq540QguUxhHVS8doGko1ZoqXKOhPxS95sLZfM/s1600-h/DSC_0301.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgevvu6N1lX-w3dtdG3FN4G-64KoYk9bkEp9nbws6D1byugia36wucsG0ExSmFj0lAn4-0li6gNJI39TDESLSUknvFBIGlxeI9xsWyerhq540QguUxhHVS8doGko1ZoqXKOhPxS95sLZfM/s320/DSC_0301.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314973045780739378" /></a>Joshua following in his brothers footsteps<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxxPF9VhNll-GM5pQL43ZKv3_oBV3MrXr3PkcNswKddvLdQiANBYodM7fadOendLXcGaAbNnMS2WYhfn85IsVNYR4N3MRrLepr5dWxsFRopnyP3OqIlwYC5MM_X1GuEVeygq0dCCrwmvg/s1600-h/CIMG1865.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxxPF9VhNll-GM5pQL43ZKv3_oBV3MrXr3PkcNswKddvLdQiANBYodM7fadOendLXcGaAbNnMS2WYhfn85IsVNYR4N3MRrLepr5dWxsFRopnyP3OqIlwYC5MM_X1GuEVeygq0dCCrwmvg/s320/CIMG1865.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314973041891405522" /></a>6 boys 6 dads at practice I guess my husbands no the only obsessed dad in the worldUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955428611534029906.post-22043160869235872662009-03-19T10:37:00.000-07:002009-03-19T10:59:45.014-07:00Abracadabra!<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">For Micah's birthday we hired a magician to come to our house and he put on a show in our theatre. I've since decided that every kid needs a magician party at some point in their life. Magicians are magical and funny all rolled into one. I giggled like a little girl for an hour. It felt good. He brought a real bunny and bird and the best part was that he made Micah the star of the show. It made his birthday so special and it was amazing how he was able to keep the attention of all those little kids for an hour. We ate pizza, did the pinata thing and at the end of the party each kid went home with a magic wand, a magic trick, disappearing ink, a mood fish a balloon sword and tons of candy. What a party! A shout out for Paul Brewer. Thanks Paul!</span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS36tkCLuwN7MYQS8gIpeie8eLrcZSW-TRqegPe7G1KpqDYbiMf-H_nyz-2SZx9bfYpNJ7ROYVg63QtbTG6-5hwhoBdBFREVxVC3AMgHYqntiQYDKEhbCC7ED8rG4hEytukGK4AbVlf38/s1600-h/DSC_0621.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS36tkCLuwN7MYQS8gIpeie8eLrcZSW-TRqegPe7G1KpqDYbiMf-H_nyz-2SZx9bfYpNJ7ROYVg63QtbTG6-5hwhoBdBFREVxVC3AMgHYqntiQYDKEhbCC7ED8rG4hEytukGK4AbVlf38/s320/DSC_0621.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314957345166599314" /></a>Happy Birthday! Love mom and dad<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCfRM9uAJ8jzOvoc93i2Pk1thaDiTUXzmGrXles4OfqkjHLDtzMK1EzZ0MzwJOOlOZTz-aKONpZSKetQHd6lYD2sJUN1LLml6232xZiL2WT8UxStZplAppMAu9Bk_QxkGOZQDdiTMFqI4/s1600-h/DSC_0614.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCfRM9uAJ8jzOvoc93i2Pk1thaDiTUXzmGrXles4OfqkjHLDtzMK1EzZ0MzwJOOlOZTz-aKONpZSKetQHd6lYD2sJUN1LLml6232xZiL2WT8UxStZplAppMAu9Bk_QxkGOZQDdiTMFqI4/s320/DSC_0614.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314957343249505106" /></a>My birthday boy. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEe_oABFzJyI_oxptokxxdbeBPDS3wfqLjR_6YHgFVhrEM3MCWcq8eUwZWSzik6e6pfVGyAATcvW1aT2mEHggXp6gh2GbGHv_WvvlxgJBkBLq-RxN6Hpo8skvKArB4Q-Zn7TOsPU-Wm08/s1600-h/DSC_0592.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEe_oABFzJyI_oxptokxxdbeBPDS3wfqLjR_6YHgFVhrEM3MCWcq8eUwZWSzik6e6pfVGyAATcvW1aT2mEHggXp6gh2GbGHv_WvvlxgJBkBLq-RxN6Hpo8skvKArB4Q-Zn7TOsPU-Wm08/s320/DSC_0592.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314957337864622402" /></a>Plus balloon swords who could ask for more?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsmbwGn-KaKRWrSc4qLe37jG0c4Pg1FVhPPjAKzqOVZkhFp9QbqCh1G1S-wJ9G11XrpzrEkX7LhZbo5iJgqiAwUdtecw4YeINqWPvOa8ZVDAPDwCsTPSt2xpIsQS31GuFB_U2TD_JmVs4/s1600-h/DSC_0586.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsmbwGn-KaKRWrSc4qLe37jG0c4Pg1FVhPPjAKzqOVZkhFp9QbqCh1G1S-wJ9G11XrpzrEkX7LhZbo5iJgqiAwUdtecw4YeINqWPvOa8ZVDAPDwCsTPSt2xpIsQS31GuFB_U2TD_JmVs4/s320/DSC_0586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314957322519278754" /></a>He was frozen stiff as a board with the bird on his head.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwTVsMPTewrcZtCkrGQl0SBKbCXwbKG6who_Lz4AuRvs7BL0ixVS3DIlEa9w69K8sTyis1PS6pNy6cgYVKvns9eavVBfo0VyEvl36Y-NhAwI-Klci_4SvhR27j98oMIAlXcAXFy6CibzI/s1600-h/DSC_0536.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwTVsMPTewrcZtCkrGQl0SBKbCXwbKG6who_Lz4AuRvs7BL0ixVS3DIlEa9w69K8sTyis1PS6pNy6cgYVKvns9eavVBfo0VyEvl36Y-NhAwI-Klci_4SvhR27j98oMIAlXcAXFy6CibzI/s320/DSC_0536.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314957318290189586" /></a>It was so fun that the magician made Micah the star of the show. The smile on his face was worth every penny.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955428611534029906.post-82486547070496704712009-03-19T10:16:00.001-07:002009-03-19T10:37:39.751-07:00Happy Birthday Micah Maikai<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">As most of you know Micah is our little miracle. When you come close to losing one of your babies not a day goes by that you don't think about how lucky you are to still have them in your life. Although Micah is wise beyond his years, he finally turned 5! Micah has such a sweet little spirit. He is the one kid that I never need to worry about getting in trouble or hurting some ones feelings. Micah is so easy going and so easy to get along with that he has a ton of friends. Girls and boys of all ages love having Micah around. We are so lucky to have him in our family and we are so blessed that Heavenly Father decided that we might need him down on earth a little longer because he is one of those people that make you be a better person. Happy Birthday Micah we love you!</span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEb7iSyCKf2D8taK0r5hZlAoAED3htJwMTffxxlEQ5CS_YJKr50W07vHO3p7nEN6x7h_iZLxcorPeS_qum8RA5ukdkxDajLUgIhhVi6oJoLWeayXAOgcg3dqSgW48l2_Orzk3QhTXLIss/s1600-h/DSC_0533.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEb7iSyCKf2D8taK0r5hZlAoAED3htJwMTffxxlEQ5CS_YJKr50W07vHO3p7nEN6x7h_iZLxcorPeS_qum8RA5ukdkxDajLUgIhhVi6oJoLWeayXAOgcg3dqSgW48l2_Orzk3QhTXLIss/s320/DSC_0533.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314949395941875826" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955428611534029906.post-57723772484839596122009-03-19T09:07:00.000-07:002009-03-19T09:46:25.134-07:00The big rollover<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">I know it seems funny to take pictures of such trivial things but since this is our caboose I feel like I need every little minute documented. We also didn't have blogs when my other kiddos were in their first year. The "big roll over" actually happened like 3 weeks ago but my blog runs anywhere from 3-4 weeks behind real time. So anyway, Sophia was so close to rolling over (back to front) so I put some little rings on the floor and sat on the floor next to her with a camera waiting for the big moment and all of a sudden there she went. She was so proud of herself, look at the big grin! I was proud of myself getting the whole thing on camera. Two points for the mom! </span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3CtwI_fcv7pBNAXpohsG6qlQK5z19xNz3XzlhvNkT12f3pacCguGUQi19H31TaCWENDGCEma7T6ULqN1Qg_SCpv-cY43ZWLgzi15SN1DzwOHvdM9yclpcKJ5Hv4eYTQe0C10I8bqjTBM/s1600-h/DSC_0631.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3CtwI_fcv7pBNAXpohsG6qlQK5z19xNz3XzlhvNkT12f3pacCguGUQi19H31TaCWENDGCEma7T6ULqN1Qg_SCpv-cY43ZWLgzi15SN1DzwOHvdM9yclpcKJ5Hv4eYTQe0C10I8bqjTBM/s320/DSC_0631.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314937495705117842" /></a>But she recovers it and realizes what she accomplished<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4p-ndPJWk9BtiTAz5jlKp7G_H3JQ9cmQ-XVS6hlWFGSnmQHfTKsjk3XR5PMLMW1JGDKU6O8RL-3oulcq1gg9JH4Wd2EJtAowkFArACbGKF-9_WNkRaf1Thjsh03ElYu0s6CfHo7cMG4M/s1600-h/DSC_0629.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4p-ndPJWk9BtiTAz5jlKp7G_H3JQ9cmQ-XVS6hlWFGSnmQHfTKsjk3XR5PMLMW1JGDKU6O8RL-3oulcq1gg9JH4Wd2EJtAowkFArACbGKF-9_WNkRaf1Thjsh03ElYu0s6CfHo7cMG4M/s320/DSC_0629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314937490212629794" /></a>She missed the rings <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcVYG1Cp1gQFxyNPROcoh6gMczUXsF2suMaxEO4C68MkCMFwsBQEevlv9liEk2haqTsopF7pu4eKR2fwHK6tl2ObOQ47TvV0SCuTp6NzaBlZTjRmxl8emVDri9NyCS-SFP-KkZi9c48_A/s1600-h/DSC_0628.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcVYG1Cp1gQFxyNPROcoh6gMczUXsF2suMaxEO4C68MkCMFwsBQEevlv9liEk2haqTsopF7pu4eKR2fwHK6tl2ObOQ47TvV0SCuTp6NzaBlZTjRmxl8emVDri9NyCS-SFP-KkZi9c48_A/s320/DSC_0628.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314937481568232786" /></a>She spots the rings <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGJ89xlFD_RYGd0miTTamJCiIiwY08fwttfloUQTtVMppi06qX0qpJapjVFRpTNj-YpM4_C0qJdCn4Z5yZWlEvf7MIG_Lljw_2aGFgXRQUmg7hjsq4Xd6CsiavtYI8NFsCSjAJx86_lWU/s1600-h/DSC_0627.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGJ89xlFD_RYGd0miTTamJCiIiwY08fwttfloUQTtVMppi06qX0qpJapjVFRpTNj-YpM4_C0qJdCn4Z5yZWlEvf7MIG_Lljw_2aGFgXRQUmg7hjsq4Xd6CsiavtYI8NFsCSjAJx86_lWU/s320/DSC_0627.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314937475157234530" />O</a>n the side Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955428611534029906.post-7822206198519555032009-03-12T21:52:00.000-07:002009-03-12T22:13:13.469-07:00I love facebook!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB4dkgU-o79lfut52kNVuZpaEwfuEtQ_biRVD40tN82JUmZxRS8wjMl1IHE2J0_Y-ipB-YNIif8BxUnJpu_F8NvbHDp5vsAirqIESBvpiuYfk3PcqvOyWlQ2Bo-J9l0szrJgpBo3YpTDE/s1600-h/DSC_0402.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB4dkgU-o79lfut52kNVuZpaEwfuEtQ_biRVD40tN82JUmZxRS8wjMl1IHE2J0_Y-ipB-YNIif8BxUnJpu_F8NvbHDp5vsAirqIESBvpiuYfk3PcqvOyWlQ2Bo-J9l0szrJgpBo3YpTDE/s320/DSC_0402.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312531361364295426" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Let me say it again. I LOVE FACEBOOK! I know there are alot of people out there saying that facebook causes affairs and breaks up marriages. Lets be honest here, those people were not happy and were looking for something to screw up their lives. But for those of us that love our spouses and have self control facebook ROCKS! I have had so many fun reunion lunches. This one was with my cute childhood friends that I haven't seen for over 20 years! I've had dinner with my fellow cheerleaders, I had a mid-day play date with my high school girlfriends and I reunited with my very best friend since Kindergarten. Which by the way has a hilarious blog to the left under Tammy and Jim is you ever need to be entertained. My thought on the whole situation is this. Everybody deserves to have a little excitement in life. And if meeting up with some long lost girlfriends give me butterflies and makes my heart beat a little bit then it works for me. So thanks facebook for keeping life exciting!</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955428611534029906.post-21376043162935594222009-03-12T21:27:00.000-07:002009-03-12T21:51:08.872-07:00"Get back to the kitchen!"<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">That is a phrase that I say quite a few times a day. All my little kiddos seem to think that they need a snack on the hour, every hour that they are awake. So I try to keep healthy snacks around that they can eat anytime such as apples, oranges and string cheese. Then there are the running out of the door handheld meals such as the hot pocket for the older kids that are always on the go. For some reason, Isaac doesn't seem to understand why he can't just eat anything and everything at anytime of the day. And it doesn't help that the little stinker has learned how to use the microwave. He especially seems to have a hard time with the "we only eat in the kitchen" rule. When the house gets very quiet I start by searching under the chairs, behind the couches and in the closets and this is usually what I find. I want to get mad but it's impossible, Isaac has one of those </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">irresistible</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> little faces that you want to kiss all over. </span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP7v8A2VqEe0nW2hSm5jyg-Imgii1SHWSpyPChsYZIX6VbSpapu1Qi41_l1ORkgfPp10Yh115Kg9t5LsjksKcDoHrela52Z1khMGN42CMqJwKcttx4E09V_fN8Z2IETJWSy8XcXuxs-t8/s1600-h/DSC_0266.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP7v8A2VqEe0nW2hSm5jyg-Imgii1SHWSpyPChsYZIX6VbSpapu1Qi41_l1ORkgfPp10Yh115Kg9t5LsjksKcDoHrela52Z1khMGN42CMqJwKcttx4E09V_fN8Z2IETJWSy8XcXuxs-t8/s320/DSC_0266.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312524673317892338" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955428611534029906.post-47646746080249885772009-03-02T21:57:00.000-08:002009-03-03T18:07:50.101-08:00You're still the one<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Twelve years ago I made the best decision of my life. I married my soul mate, my best friend and the love of my life. I was 24 years old. I had been divorced and had been in and out of relationships. Then I met Mike. I will have that day branded in my head forever. I even remember what he was wearing. I remember thinking how tall, dark and handsome he was and how he towered over me which was a little intimidating yet made me feel safe. I remember thinking "this yummy guy is quiet a catch" and not feeling like I had a chance. But for some reason he was attracted to my emotional drama. He had a thing for my disorganized passion and fell in love with my crazy flair. Within a couple of weeks we were </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">inseparable</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">There was a short time that I got scared and pushed him away. I didn't want to get it wrong again and I almost lost him. It makes me sad when I think about it. Then I had an "AHA" moment and I realized what an amazing blessing I had been handed. Here is this amazing man that I was ridiculously attracted to, treated me like a princess and he wanted me! So he gave me a second change that I didn't deserve and 12 years ago he made me his wife. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I know that I talk too much. Everyone that knows me knows that I am an open book. So I'm sure I've told you that he makes me crazy. Of course he makes me crazy he's a man! But what I have also told you is how crazy I am about him. The truth is I love taking care of him and I love making him happy. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">There is just something about him - he just does it for me. I love his hands. We hold hands every night as we fall asleep. I love his size. There is nothing like being held by a man that is 6'5 with big strong hands. His arms are comforting and secure like a toasty warm blanket. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Cool is such a funny, childish word but he is just </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">so</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> cool to me. Cool in a smooth and romantic type of way. He has this amazing voice and I still get a little embarrassed when he sings love songs to me, but I love it. He has a way with the women. He sings to Sophia and she can't take her eyes off of him. It melts my heart and makes her so happy. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">When I see him out on the football field coaching my son there is something just so sexy about that to me. Sharing something that he is so passionate about with his little boy. I don't always realize how lucky I am that his first priority is his children. I'm jealous - but I'm still lucky.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I love his great mind. I am amazed on a daily basis how intelligent he is. I love that I never need to feel insecure about the well being of our family because I know that he will always take care of us. I love that he makes me feel desired and beautiful. He always tells me I'm beautiful even when I'm 9 months pregnant. I love that he says it so much that my four sons tell me I'm beautiful daily. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">He doesn't always tell me how great I am but everyone else he tells tells me. So I know he thinks it even if he can't always say it to me. I love that we do everything together. We shop together, we travel together, we Ebay together, always go to bed together and we raise our children together. There's nobody else I would rather have on my team. And most importantly I love the six beautiful children that he has given me, they are my world. So to my hunky husband on our 12th Anniversary. I hope you know that you are my "Everything". You are "Still the one" and I wouldn't trade our "Love Story" for the world. I am and have always been totally, completely and passionately in love with you. </span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwt_KZaJla3RlW5u8PLAFzhu1NWiSHaM9IYcNA-Vjb_1IQvMMDoTZh1F5soLLL8H2EFRJA7NEtRI51X7x7JZwOaG4pJ34nPKfCi6sVZvB7vx3VSYaaluitGoYsMojMSTAAIQd8oD6c_tg/s1600-h/DSC_0497.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwt_KZaJla3RlW5u8PLAFzhu1NWiSHaM9IYcNA-Vjb_1IQvMMDoTZh1F5soLLL8H2EFRJA7NEtRI51X7x7JZwOaG4pJ34nPKfCi6sVZvB7vx3VSYaaluitGoYsMojMSTAAIQd8oD6c_tg/s320/DSC_0497.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308837506352916514" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQSvtm00zEvuhxx5Qi_jT9JMtjZ_aKLZnmdyKAm9gdNQAHeAPZ71CJRWx1UMwK92KQi5imQcvSJoD84JEjJexfRloqQkvhRgwWgT5fdB-dGPGIveReghBLw23hKFSfOezC4vB9SPa5tsE/s1600-h/DSC_0489.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQSvtm00zEvuhxx5Qi_jT9JMtjZ_aKLZnmdyKAm9gdNQAHeAPZ71CJRWx1UMwK92KQi5imQcvSJoD84JEjJexfRloqQkvhRgwWgT5fdB-dGPGIveReghBLw23hKFSfOezC4vB9SPa5tsE/s320/DSC_0489.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308837506266527346" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk-1p0iFeO7HZp-HgREl2h89CA9kOFy1qOUIGfKwBJj_z-YER60hOxJd21hoeetN0WrJwwb_XMdf9lY1hjwRVimNhwd-rn3IDm6fuc-MvdLLA22ZNlLLWG3VFWOPkTkGhhvCy2m7tAYRE/s1600-h/DSC_0488.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk-1p0iFeO7HZp-HgREl2h89CA9kOFy1qOUIGfKwBJj_z-YER60hOxJd21hoeetN0WrJwwb_XMdf9lY1hjwRVimNhwd-rn3IDm6fuc-MvdLLA22ZNlLLWG3VFWOPkTkGhhvCy2m7tAYRE/s320/DSC_0488.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308837502651047202" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmS157F3MsT9vUT1m70O_n-PUUa-DK9D51Sp1HCVUc95ZTW8pGb5esGAUi_y1zoXJeV4OGjb10OoNshtFNCf5nkqyHnKnJ1bftsBAJv6Glu4dALEOBR-Dav4NsLcRy_mkoVo7F20Z80nM/s1600-h/DSC_0485.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmS157F3MsT9vUT1m70O_n-PUUa-DK9D51Sp1HCVUc95ZTW8pGb5esGAUi_y1zoXJeV4OGjb10OoNshtFNCf5nkqyHnKnJ1bftsBAJv6Glu4dALEOBR-Dav4NsLcRy_mkoVo7F20Z80nM/s320/DSC_0485.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308837498974780882" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqZkagMh1GB2tGq_cX2X6OeleS6YUOw-KgwG3lPULE6tFaMAP2f5g4eFv4d_0UEfWzuiAMriOD9UoV4YZ0-XW_QmHLePdzXJgN00bncNjMt9r7FzCbLk4SI_9yan3Fip-QKjEcu2Vfe8c/s1600-h/DSC_0484.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqZkagMh1GB2tGq_cX2X6OeleS6YUOw-KgwG3lPULE6tFaMAP2f5g4eFv4d_0UEfWzuiAMriOD9UoV4YZ0-XW_QmHLePdzXJgN00bncNjMt9r7FzCbLk4SI_9yan3Fip-QKjEcu2Vfe8c/s320/DSC_0484.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308837493663631986" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I've added all of the songs that he sings to me. He is such a romantic:)</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955428611534029906.post-7284387694122577442009-03-02T08:51:00.001-08:002009-03-02T17:39:40.738-08:00My Sophie's little hands<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">This post is for me. Ever since my sweet Sophia was born, she has this cute little thing she does with her hands. She always like to have her hands clasped tight. It is so feminine and girly, it's one of my very favorite things in the world. I was looking through pictures of her short time on earth wishing that this time of my life could last forever. But nothing last forever and one day soon she will stop holding her hands and that little memory of her will slowly fade away. So this post is just for me so I never have to forget her sweet little hands and how happy they make me.</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjBg2Xd2_J-tpMQZauhYHHdEwp5mOjmhB5duG79mcEhL6H1u36JK0x1oMB59VC6sHZQBtEcslvplxS7Ewp8xLfOcOgvQz6NzOdyRhWRDmmfCqYm-Nc10kORO9Negj5rQJX-CqdSviuIkY/s1600-h/DSC_0268.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjBg2Xd2_J-tpMQZauhYHHdEwp5mOjmhB5duG79mcEhL6H1u36JK0x1oMB59VC6sHZQBtEcslvplxS7Ewp8xLfOcOgvQz6NzOdyRhWRDmmfCqYm-Nc10kORO9Negj5rQJX-CqdSviuIkY/s320/DSC_0268.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308762788854651058" /></a><br /><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhr5gqmn2xflE_mNA_3e_8EWpbZN4p-lWCD29szjc49Vq4n11JKyjLWsD86xNXE6HLgcLAjqJh_Q9bHA6iKyfXZ1yFWh41YPFx1HQqD3NNbnEAgmTCvlWyYZu1jaz-kAiY_CRCulLChNU/s1600-h/DSC_0263.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhr5gqmn2xflE_mNA_3e_8EWpbZN4p-lWCD29szjc49Vq4n11JKyjLWsD86xNXE6HLgcLAjqJh_Q9bHA6iKyfXZ1yFWh41YPFx1HQqD3NNbnEAgmTCvlWyYZu1jaz-kAiY_CRCulLChNU/s320/DSC_0263.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308762784136536082" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGfSRMu-G03oyFtuQtfYpZERKnEubqBtBmJikMJbWveCKWovd0mfSMHKj0KnmvFXdAiLA7spWpBSzLCOkZCuV2AGbBr5SeMCeLA80GX5tv3NOJunKOgCz3XFn_cU9Pvl0SHePfrymUNbg/s1600-h/DSC_0241.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGfSRMu-G03oyFtuQtfYpZERKnEubqBtBmJikMJbWveCKWovd0mfSMHKj0KnmvFXdAiLA7spWpBSzLCOkZCuV2AGbBr5SeMCeLA80GX5tv3NOJunKOgCz3XFn_cU9Pvl0SHePfrymUNbg/s320/DSC_0241.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308762783522178370" /></a><br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955428611534029906.post-10028966416432670172009-02-24T22:49:00.000-08:002009-02-25T08:34:28.710-08:00There is LOVE in the air.<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">This year we had the most romantic Valentines Day - WITH OUR KIDS. I know not so romantic but Sophia had RSV so we didn't think we should take her out or leave her with a babysitter. On Friday night we had a fancy dinner with crab legs and steak. I think the kids had more fun cracking open the legs then they actually like eating it. As you can see my legs where just a little bit bigger than the ones the kids got. But I decided that I deserved it. In the morning we had a Valentines brunch complete with heart shaped chocolate chip pancakes, heart shaped eggs, chocolate dipped strawberries and pink milk. I love Valentines Day because I love all of the decor that goes along with it. Pink, red and heart it's just all so cute. </span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo7dHYYQnTSWmEBjW_2lmntnr26jf6ln2oHKW-H23qgpo_nQG_QPzJ8PIg3Uz9NY1sbsfn3gHdXjqlvkdapmdExxk7briUCA917NaZebgy5WUQUVuJrv-XMSLtXaUwzqQ1aLNcogIMUIE/s1600-h/DSC_0446.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo7dHYYQnTSWmEBjW_2lmntnr26jf6ln2oHKW-H23qgpo_nQG_QPzJ8PIg3Uz9NY1sbsfn3gHdXjqlvkdapmdExxk7briUCA917NaZebgy5WUQUVuJrv-XMSLtXaUwzqQ1aLNcogIMUIE/s320/DSC_0446.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306626966220917106" /></a>The kids enjoying their pancakes<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIpNqxbg7ReJBb7y86iG8dEvjsf4mVDfHiAznK_-8qGb5xzhgWcgGQsWgkKTMG07XU8QqRJo9x_TB-jNs6mG9rBIL9LP-3YutUXUeXAyqlMG-QnnSvmK7YdZBD4yQMsfBdbmpBkivRetM/s1600-h/DSC_0444.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIpNqxbg7ReJBb7y86iG8dEvjsf4mVDfHiAznK_-8qGb5xzhgWcgGQsWgkKTMG07XU8QqRJo9x_TB-jNs6mG9rBIL9LP-3YutUXUeXAyqlMG-QnnSvmK7YdZBD4yQMsfBdbmpBkivRetM/s320/DSC_0444.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306626965222190450" /></a>Isaac always seems to have chocolate on his face<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq2cyaNgQo-3lsEIQuMVTsJuENg3Y_IuoLjecXlFp9bczBcopZ5a4KExtaFi9N1f4nEVJguDDhe9r23xdY88d1fUw8ZOsU1LwCWT-axeXr5W7mQObM8sM004r2r4H1utsHMZEbuSPKRwo/s1600-h/DSC_0434.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq2cyaNgQo-3lsEIQuMVTsJuENg3Y_IuoLjecXlFp9bczBcopZ5a4KExtaFi9N1f4nEVJguDDhe9r23xdY88d1fUw8ZOsU1LwCWT-axeXr5W7mQObM8sM004r2r4H1utsHMZEbuSPKRwo/s320/DSC_0434.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306626958130700194" /></a>How romantic is that for a Valentines dinner? Look at my crab legs!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAl8OPeyCwvtMREzZ48d_HsvWA-zDaoI7AQuxOwSTpMRsu7QkY0fcVfiueFTcYrBADy4gjIKfkoxUz2zWT5M6DDWjm7KjJ7CcuN3DUjV7DIwk_NWaD5x2IAtil65ZiUBgTXHYsGsGFLd4/s1600-h/DSC_0445.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAl8OPeyCwvtMREzZ48d_HsvWA-zDaoI7AQuxOwSTpMRsu7QkY0fcVfiueFTcYrBADy4gjIKfkoxUz2zWT5M6DDWjm7KjJ7CcuN3DUjV7DIwk_NWaD5x2IAtil65ZiUBgTXHYsGsGFLd4/s320/DSC_0445.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306626956917283554" /></a>I'm so impressed with myself!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbtojgiKh4cggz44NG-DeiW5RY_wXFv7uWanjK97Vq-97BdwErmEY6xU7RScqFfPPe4T3pjxO0exVRBHNxThzYK4BSdMiMNHTV35XSj2JLZ7sY2I-vDkCHIA7kgv4PkLsHrFImUQ7RSeg/s1600-h/DSC_0430.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbtojgiKh4cggz44NG-DeiW5RY_wXFv7uWanjK97Vq-97BdwErmEY6xU7RScqFfPPe4T3pjxO0exVRBHNxThzYK4BSdMiMNHTV35XSj2JLZ7sY2I-vDkCHIA7kgv4PkLsHrFImUQ7RSeg/s320/DSC_0430.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306626954821929874" /></a>Whitney always begs for crab legs, she was in heaven.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955428611534029906.post-91168398226410255002009-02-24T14:53:00.000-08:002009-02-24T16:35:16.057-08:00Off track week 2 - Classic Skating<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">On week 2 we decided to spend the day at Classic Skating. That's the good part of having year round school, there were only about 20 kids in the whole place and we brought 10 of them. I had to have a temper tantrum because the girls at the front desk refused to give us a deal that I saw advertised. Those of you that know me well know that I don't go down without a fight. After talking to the manager he agreed to let us in and not 5 minutes later the deal that they insisted didn't exist kept flashing up on their screen. Stupid people. I have bad customer service. Lucky for them I had 10 little kids that had their hearts set on skating or I would have gone somewhere else. Besides all the drama we had a great time. The kids skated, bounced and ate pizza. Sophia loved being pushed around the rink and she was freaking out over the bright lights and loud dance music. She is </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">definitely</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> her mothers daughter.</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGRX8pVQ9t7DFfIVx_fX0deWINK7KrtKi-6xVsFesPvVtcs6W4vBKFdDzW40ykp63n1mQ4RjLYkj-4k3RH5yF_n-I8D5Yec2yrDoVmw6AtXFtGmC-Q0KrfmB8xQ4C1F78Sc0SbqZaEHc8/s1600-h/DSC_0413.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGRX8pVQ9t7DFfIVx_fX0deWINK7KrtKi-6xVsFesPvVtcs6W4vBKFdDzW40ykp63n1mQ4RjLYkj-4k3RH5yF_n-I8D5Yec2yrDoVmw6AtXFtGmC-Q0KrfmB8xQ4C1F78Sc0SbqZaEHc8/s320/DSC_0413.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306502620304171922" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikphjY6JT4aMZ2m43Z8wJyEnz_l5ZsT7yKd9mw8LIdLU3G89WwIrmbBhlo3lKo0WyuoYicwu19YY5X91bqvhz94jVshsdWdEG384YP4ldV5Vypbo16iLgL1rVdZX5PHNwOSr5BzCn1ZTQ/s1600-h/DSC_0415.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikphjY6JT4aMZ2m43Z8wJyEnz_l5ZsT7yKd9mw8LIdLU3G89WwIrmbBhlo3lKo0WyuoYicwu19YY5X91bqvhz94jVshsdWdEG384YP4ldV5Vypbo16iLgL1rVdZX5PHNwOSr5BzCn1ZTQ/s320/DSC_0415.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306502614471047682" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCED_hN7zfDPAtpGYI8WaFTwVZxxBcmsX_6eyMMz6Nzgha_AkuQGhPHyRIL5MxyBb02_0dg_a00c9nIi0rByzjHohey3hEPFIDVVAWLxxNVFWu097KHwiFAfH0PMB2gfm5VGdD7k9arhI/s1600-h/DSC_0416.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCED_hN7zfDPAtpGYI8WaFTwVZxxBcmsX_6eyMMz6Nzgha_AkuQGhPHyRIL5MxyBb02_0dg_a00c9nIi0rByzjHohey3hEPFIDVVAWLxxNVFWu097KHwiFAfH0PMB2gfm5VGdD7k9arhI/s320/DSC_0416.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306502612091194578" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBEncmz70UnXT_igeVbUPPw74jRKhU454Sv4CwgD6aTLAipV-mleFgXsDXkoEgDL8IpRtmM4uKHOd4jOnFPCPN-pFOszQh4QUVT1eumxnl7UFh-H6h6Pqr1hxuW-3kRjwVRzFHSCb9-Is/s1600-h/DSC_0420.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBEncmz70UnXT_igeVbUPPw74jRKhU454Sv4CwgD6aTLAipV-mleFgXsDXkoEgDL8IpRtmM4uKHOd4jOnFPCPN-pFOszQh4QUVT1eumxnl7UFh-H6h6Pqr1hxuW-3kRjwVRzFHSCb9-Is/s320/DSC_0420.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306502608420764146" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0pTBDWEVdyP_T8F7zXXDoFktlMMY-a3eozFxaLJRljm9MF4hkPzFTlTNPdFmhLnM10VsntpoYDPYAhepU5BAdEKZooObBCHFOgmYDYxuUs4s5r86CKw8wWLa8zpC4AlhERuno2ChotFU/s1600-h/DSC_0423.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0pTBDWEVdyP_T8F7zXXDoFktlMMY-a3eozFxaLJRljm9MF4hkPzFTlTNPdFmhLnM10VsntpoYDPYAhepU5BAdEKZooObBCHFOgmYDYxuUs4s5r86CKw8wWLa8zpC4AlhERuno2ChotFU/s320/DSC_0423.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306502603503459266" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955428611534029906.post-61887810675949805822009-02-24T14:35:00.000-08:002009-02-24T16:34:49.922-08:00Surprise! Happy Birthday Grandpa.<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The kids were so excited that they were going to be off track on Grandpa's birthday. They worked on a huge card all morning and they wanted to surprise him with lunch and a sugar-free cake. We stopped at Smith's Marketplace on the way in town and we found an actual real cake with frosting and everything that was sugar-free. Then we headed over to the candy aisle and they each picked a bag of SF candy because they all wanted to give grandpa a gift just from them. We called grandma and told her to meet us at Sizzler for lunch. When they saw their car pull into the parking lot they were all freaking out. My dad has always been so cute with my kids that it was fun for them to do something special for him. It is always a little crazy taking 6 kids to a restaurant alone but we had a great time.<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Happy Birthday Grandpa We love you!</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5gHpxzmI2Px-12r5NfFQUvdTXW15yKlRdn9m3TowUTSbpHuU7-6MbD1tOJWoPHjydmimN5jB7ldOpMnGba3-PtX6Pv9x-qFLnschHmKLjiXup0F5C8U2S8Nt2fcCsAHiMrqum5cq9NnM/s1600-h/CIMG1853.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5gHpxzmI2Px-12r5NfFQUvdTXW15yKlRdn9m3TowUTSbpHuU7-6MbD1tOJWoPHjydmimN5jB7ldOpMnGba3-PtX6Pv9x-qFLnschHmKLjiXup0F5C8U2S8Nt2fcCsAHiMrqum5cq9NnM/s320/CIMG1853.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306496943625859090" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Grandpa blowing out his candles.</span> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQyGQZqyq1K2BY9UC08EcSgQzgtGckJS6REzw5jfVxHqFrChWj-SLMhzfSIrHXDbgXDlQCRUV8IWxvRdADhMyteTfpw0fK9I8lKpAEEGKHc53_srP_DGOFTUcaOR4gIUrWoa_FehEkDYI/s1600-h/CIMG1855.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQyGQZqyq1K2BY9UC08EcSgQzgtGckJS6REzw5jfVxHqFrChWj-SLMhzfSIrHXDbgXDlQCRUV8IWxvRdADhMyteTfpw0fK9I8lKpAEEGKHc53_srP_DGOFTUcaOR4gIUrWoa_FehEkDYI/s320/CIMG1855.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306496935343423570" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955428611534029906.post-88861836120703839692009-02-24T14:14:00.000-08:002009-02-24T16:33:25.755-08:00Off track week 1 - Gymcats!<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Every time the kids go off track we try to do something fun at least once a week. It's hard in Utah because alot of our off weeks are in the winter so we all get a little cabin fever. We have such fun friends and neighbors and we are all on the same track. The first week off we all carpooled over the Gymcats and then went to Mcdonald's for lunch. It was so fun for the kids to be able to run, jump and play after being cooped up in the house. The job of a stay at home mom has lots of things that are not so fun. Laundry, dishes, poopy diapers. But it is all worth it when you get spend time with your babies. I could watch them laugh and play for hours. Moments like these won't last forever and I cherish every second.</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA-IENvyLs8pm7frCMxVVNa6TJYTTdX0I-uANKulyWEPq21gtuRpkew8vXCB3ZRy_0GYbSRHTUY_9tso1aZhSV1sUGQjU6e0hnCC5ABrB-UPqC-OPdzfVM2KuMysR88bHyoqFwwTvUReE/s1600-h/DSC_0378.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA-IENvyLs8pm7frCMxVVNa6TJYTTdX0I-uANKulyWEPq21gtuRpkew8vXCB3ZRy_0GYbSRHTUY_9tso1aZhSV1sUGQjU6e0hnCC5ABrB-UPqC-OPdzfVM2KuMysR88bHyoqFwwTvUReE/s320/DSC_0378.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306492346723992866" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWu2dDS-7UvaDDfUBakJXo8pzCFlkRqQMt_0VZdu1AZi7BQLwdwYsOIl7BAOYFuhrBE2bzwr-xqXv3xpHFc_AhcOZV9z8739SyicPDloKgjqAMDMdOIqJ_lCq5nJ4Hw-haFxKUuUYpa18/s1600-h/DSC_0381.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWu2dDS-7UvaDDfUBakJXo8pzCFlkRqQMt_0VZdu1AZi7BQLwdwYsOIl7BAOYFuhrBE2bzwr-xqXv3xpHFc_AhcOZV9z8739SyicPDloKgjqAMDMdOIqJ_lCq5nJ4Hw-haFxKUuUYpa18/s320/DSC_0381.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306492341285674354" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxF7EB_CHvrfJmmAnQh2jJCiU0iMykSWAA5WDgDSofxs5zKEYOUw4wFXGnHtyib-ulScoZJZyb-Xvm76JTYb29_iZ06r67pTAGKRTsRIh_Pd8lSU3jLKBSaHHt_0Hfw4ay4QQUuCLAnLo/s1600-h/DSC_0392.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxF7EB_CHvrfJmmAnQh2jJCiU0iMykSWAA5WDgDSofxs5zKEYOUw4wFXGnHtyib-ulScoZJZyb-Xvm76JTYb29_iZ06r67pTAGKRTsRIh_Pd8lSU3jLKBSaHHt_0Hfw4ay4QQUuCLAnLo/s320/DSC_0392.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306492335882806754" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAYP1ROLzaPYoznCKFoVLk-eh5PUTm4l3rBOCJtYsg4ziiz1NBvKtt32bSXekObp2xmc-VafNuggHg8wPOmlDMvLxXabMnVNQVSwFKIvNfCUszurk6uvfspucS2Kslq0UlOfEnJ-1mCZ8/s1600-h/DSC_0367.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAYP1ROLzaPYoznCKFoVLk-eh5PUTm4l3rBOCJtYsg4ziiz1NBvKtt32bSXekObp2xmc-VafNuggHg8wPOmlDMvLxXabMnVNQVSwFKIvNfCUszurk6uvfspucS2Kslq0UlOfEnJ-1mCZ8/s320/DSC_0367.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306492332943442786" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLLLjzBbPna4HldYLfuZfK5dunWnWCq71KdyL8dESSL4TgUqvJVR16wjsxvsQVSrpQc8CI9vb7jLIrILeNphttl54nfmD3jVeD7wrMeNLievgTR5Pf9hHrgE3t1NoykTfC8-S7acWTqhA/s1600-h/DSC_0362.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLLLjzBbPna4HldYLfuZfK5dunWnWCq71KdyL8dESSL4TgUqvJVR16wjsxvsQVSrpQc8CI9vb7jLIrILeNphttl54nfmD3jVeD7wrMeNLievgTR5Pf9hHrgE3t1NoykTfC8-S7acWTqhA/s320/DSC_0362.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306492328567829986" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955428611534029906.post-66305576229091429862009-02-24T13:47:00.000-08:002009-02-24T16:34:03.353-08:00Date Night!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIgAexG6CzDH3DAA0SwT0vzD8lv-1S9d3Oymd7Bt36Emoj7t0t3YUjqIyVoDSMHBT8TwK8Tnqi-mqO1Le2UB8tzIvBe7MLmQn5S5bYRoYAFoS8AwsV-NG-8G5ubl46RmtL2bA7DgQqSqQ/s1600-h/CIMG1847.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIgAexG6CzDH3DAA0SwT0vzD8lv-1S9d3Oymd7Bt36Emoj7t0t3YUjqIyVoDSMHBT8TwK8Tnqi-mqO1Le2UB8tzIvBe7MLmQn5S5bYRoYAFoS8AwsV-NG-8G5ubl46RmtL2bA7DgQqSqQ/s320/CIMG1847.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306484923367624722" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A few months ago Mike and I came up with the idea to have a "Date Night" with each of the kids one on one. It has to be hard being apart of a family with so many kids that are so close together. We pick an activity or maybe just eat dinner together but it has been so much fun spending time alone. They grow up so fast and our date nights have helped us to make sure each one of our beautiful babies know that they are treasured and special. Unfortunately we don't always take a camera but this is me and Micah on our date to Cabela's. We watched them feed the fish, shots some rounds and shared a muffin. I knew we had made the right decision one night when I was sharing a soup bowl on a date with Josh and he said "wow you really do talk alot on a date". If you knew Josh you would know that he never seems to think that he gets enough attention but that night he got more than he wanted.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955428611534029906.post-44079100072620180972009-02-24T13:07:00.001-08:002009-02-24T16:28:39.218-08:00Where do I start?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIrajPD4qYGBUV82mVnyq56rJH9HdVwP62rzrohPn_N1_ZpV7rElriFoMJr_nkWhakJ2Ex1NIKeZWZ4WUUqzeMvmXS8PoBSDK5q7L3etv05Gx3OxVYDtAO3MKIa1Y6B-rM6_lHwKNbu6Y/s1600-h/DSC_0498.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIrajPD4qYGBUV82mVnyq56rJH9HdVwP62rzrohPn_N1_ZpV7rElriFoMJr_nkWhakJ2Ex1NIKeZWZ4WUUqzeMvmXS8PoBSDK5q7L3etv05Gx3OxVYDtAO3MKIa1Y6B-rM6_lHwKNbu6Y/s320/DSC_0498.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306524666825464146" /></a>A DI trip is in order!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCGPBRuDn4FP57mzWgugVkZnj8vDTr5wE_Yz6r9XWDd2xIb1WcKyMdeVhlRdxTKaNaJOOQXR_EcqT9AhEwC6nvfeIym1gs7w9Y6jjCKPVcWNhNawAvXsr4fHj8_DtI8dOrSc3kDpHotKQ/s1600-h/DSC_0500.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCGPBRuDn4FP57mzWgugVkZnj8vDTr5wE_Yz6r9XWDd2xIb1WcKyMdeVhlRdxTKaNaJOOQXR_EcqT9AhEwC6nvfeIym1gs7w9Y6jjCKPVcWNhNawAvXsr4fHj8_DtI8dOrSc3kDpHotKQ/s320/DSC_0500.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306524662212379394" /></a>It really is amazing in person.<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Oh my gosh! I have not posted for over a month! I'm so disappointed in myself. My kids have been off track for nearly 4 weeks and that always seems to throw me out of whack. So brace yourself because we have been busy. First of all an update on my New Years resolutions. I have to say I am very proud of myself. I have stuck to my diet perfectly! I exercise everyday and stay away from the ever so addicting carbohydrate. I have lost a total of 65 lbs since I had Sophie. Mike is looking awesome! He has lost 41 lbs and is looking hotter than ever. Way to go babe!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It's especially impressive that I have lost weight since I have made 9 birthday cakes (another resolution of mine) so far this year. Let's just say I go through a ton of gum to make sure I don't lick the spoon. I even made sure that each cake was delivered on the actual birthday (except for one because her birthday was January 2nd so I hadn't made that resolution yet). </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I have also become an organizing machine! I cleaned out my closet and gave away 5 large garbage bags of clothes. I don't dare give away my maternity clothes until Mike takes care of his part of the bargain, but they're packed up anyway. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It took me 3 days to organize the pantry but I feel so much better. I made tons of space for a trip to the cannery. I even cleaned out my desk and made file folders and organized all of our family paperwork. Yeah! I'm skinnier, more organized and I have happier friends. What a great way to start out the new year. </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955428611534029906.post-49859970504161279882009-01-17T10:04:00.000-08:002009-01-17T10:38:38.908-08:00I am proud to be a UTE! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">We </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">unfortunately</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"> were unable to pull together a trip to New Orleans for the Sugar Bowl due to the fact that we have 6 kids, it was a week after Christmas, one of the 6 are still considered newborn and it was just too freaking expensive. We did however pull together a big Sugar Bowl Party to watch the game. Everyone was adorned in their red and ready to watch our Utes steam roll the Crimson Tide. And what a game it was! It has been such a fun year watching our Utes end with a 13-0 season. I am such a loser! In all of the excitement of the big game I completely forgot to get out the camera. So for the first time I am posting with no photos :( </span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2