tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53223893424473071712024-02-06T21:17:21.403-08:00moore pleaseme and you plus twohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281noreply@blogger.comBlogger92125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-41250297017063663812012-01-15T09:10:00.000-08:002012-01-19T06:29:02.505-08:00White dress #2<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj78ePWvF6vEUzb0iqIaRml9iYwE6r1VFh-b7VXoCxpjqRiqX2fqeah3cxRVgN3Bd-Jd3rMCTz1dqyHa9VzH5EPnuZaaVyWkf5o2h83tFLid-HWX5oyUh55I1FMIJ5mtV5rds4nD_XMHSo/s1600/DSCN2826.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697907910945412434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj78ePWvF6vEUzb0iqIaRml9iYwE6r1VFh-b7VXoCxpjqRiqX2fqeah3cxRVgN3Bd-Jd3rMCTz1dqyHa9VzH5EPnuZaaVyWkf5o2h83tFLid-HWX5oyUh55I1FMIJ5mtV5rds4nD_XMHSo/s320/DSCN2826.JPG" /></a>Must be a mom thing, but this picture makes me tear up a little. Our sweet pea of a daughter was baptized on December 27t<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">h</span>. Leading up to this day, Mark and I would talk to her about the important decision this is. I am a convert to the church of Jesus Christ of latter day saints. I was baptized when I was 15. I remember at the age of 12 taking the missionary lessons as a family, and wanting to be baptized then. However, my parents in their wisdom, wanted me (us) to wait until I knew more. I appreciate that now so much. Baptism is not a light promise one makes to the Lord. When I finally decided to be baptized, I remember the night before, my dad coming in my room, & sitting on my bed. He started talking to me about what an important <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">decision</span> it is to be baptized & to go to church. He told me that he doesn't know if the Mormon church is the only true church, but he does believe that if there is a church closest to Christ, it would be that one. He also told me that joining that church, if <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">that's</span> what I really want to do, I need to take it serious. He said,"It is not just a "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Sunday</span> church." It is one you have to live everyday." I have thought about that so much, as my own testimony grows a little everyday.<br />Being baptized into the "Mormon" church has been such a blessing to me in my life. On Sunday, and Everyday. I wanted Lauren to have the opportunity to really think about being baptized. I talked to her beforehand. I told her that if she didn't feel ready, she didn't have to do it yet. I asked her why SHE wanted to be baptized. She replied, text book primary answer, "because Jesus did." I replied, "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">That's</span> right. But why do YOU want to be." She looked up at me, pondered a moment and then with such <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">surety</span> in her eyes, said " I want the gift of the holy ghost." She is such a shining light to me. That sweet girl, just last night, was throwing up, and in the middle of doing so says, "Mom I want to say a prayer." She knew that through prayer, the holy ghost would bring her comfort. She <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">surprises</span> me so much with her quiet confidence. She has no problem getting up in sacrament and bearing her testimony. She tells me, at school some kids don't understand why she believes in Jesus. She says she tells them "Because I know He loves me." She is strong in her faith. I hope and pray she holds onto that throughout her life. Not just on Sunday, but everyday.<br /><div></div>me and you plus twohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-41297288028361013582011-11-28T20:00:00.000-08:002011-11-28T20:52:26.094-08:00And the race is on, and here comes pride in the backstretch<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiIwXmSRLarOH0S7BidehyUQwh8y2i_tbJXTowZlbz5Zb07gqB34LZ71xB3jS5N1oVW_le5ihWjvPyN_ROIim_pdqMGzQFiJ-J942Y9WgWxu1LzXrirLBOO2BgAjznNzf7NOvUqTuIyd0/s1600/103.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680268405143418866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiIwXmSRLarOH0S7BidehyUQwh8y2i_tbJXTowZlbz5Zb07gqB34LZ71xB3jS5N1oVW_le5ihWjvPyN_ROIim_pdqMGzQFiJ-J942Y9WgWxu1LzXrirLBOO2BgAjznNzf7NOvUqTuIyd0/s320/103.JPG" /></a>Recently my mom and dad came to phoenix, and we got to go stay up there with them in the hotel, while the men folk (Mark, my dad and my brother Tom) went to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nascar</span>. Thank you Mom and Dad for such a fun weekend. Mark wanted me to be sure to say he had a great time watching the race with you too, Dad. Here are the pics he took.<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMSKz8ucXoKP-TPgX0F9HRoMvbI8ub-OqonLEdsME59GlY4v-r1wSyCK22XmeYfMPNfEG7XTgCZQcFY9KxmaJxNFpi68xnh70NYnj342so0AsFZmEc9HkT3XiUbM_X7a4LRM-p7-_KP3s/s1600/073.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680268400623512434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMSKz8ucXoKP-TPgX0F9HRoMvbI8ub-OqonLEdsME59GlY4v-r1wSyCK22XmeYfMPNfEG7XTgCZQcFY9KxmaJxNFpi68xnh70NYnj342so0AsFZmEc9HkT3XiUbM_X7a4LRM-p7-_KP3s/s320/073.JPG" /></a>Lots of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">burning</span> rubber done on that day. This is a single stash of wheels one car can burn through in one race! ~(OK so I don't know if <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">that's</span> true, or if <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">that's</span> what this picture is really of, but if you know me, I gotta add a little <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">pizazz</span> to everything!)~<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW17wr6KAqfO0gljxM72ED81wsFFVPb3hwy_EBLgZoHhDjH5eVF9YiNpi45pJXjBewcesPOoKLUn9hEcG12DEesRq9Ihpj8qVkByxAFah2-fNmQOWXfutTuJWkWZjeGs8Zxh37vIT0a0k/s1600/070.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680268385931475346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW17wr6KAqfO0gljxM72ED81wsFFVPb3hwy_EBLgZoHhDjH5eVF9YiNpi45pJXjBewcesPOoKLUn9hEcG12DEesRq9Ihpj8qVkByxAFah2-fNmQOWXfutTuJWkWZjeGs8Zxh37vIT0a0k/s320/070.JPG" /></a>Walking right on the asphalt. My favorite part of this picture is the old dude clutching his checkered race pillow. I bet he sleeps with it. (and I am pretty proud of myself I didn't make one "ass" <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">phalt</span> comment.)<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3aWGjhW2eHalaTnnMWtUqzF6qFFV7_alYSLlmjUWPEYhntgawHlvQzai8LSoytsk55goiJhZoaVoLqEY7flokZibQ8nLKjV0NtF8utcaRHBw7gJR3VfcU0mG4iY0THcPWLvdmfg5B7XM/s1600/071.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680268382716276450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3aWGjhW2eHalaTnnMWtUqzF6qFFV7_alYSLlmjUWPEYhntgawHlvQzai8LSoytsk55goiJhZoaVoLqEY7flokZibQ8nLKjV0NtF8utcaRHBw7gJR3VfcU0mG4iY0THcPWLvdmfg5B7XM/s320/071.JPG" /></a>Those yellow <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">bleachers</span> is where the men folk spent much of their day. Maybe <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">that's</span> why old dude had a pillow.<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAwqpZOKzPLYfrRqDrr_dzrxvivx8MoWAcL3MgkaeluTKU-9lkG8SfBw93yVS9BYb75wXUv7wO7Ex_qrNxD0Xa9Cpgm5J6HPzNJPEm92amZsXLBAAsCdLHVLNoNt25yvMkFTUX5_2W98s/s1600/074.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680268376393831634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAwqpZOKzPLYfrRqDrr_dzrxvivx8MoWAcL3MgkaeluTKU-9lkG8SfBw93yVS9BYb75wXUv7wO7Ex_qrNxD0Xa9Cpgm5J6HPzNJPEm92amZsXLBAAsCdLHVLNoNt25yvMkFTUX5_2W98s/s320/074.JPG" /></a>Carl Edwards Crew Chief's station. It's covered up because the threat of rain persisted up until about 1 p.m then the sun beat down and the race was on!<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVTcECSBgWMRVIBe18nAnInARJV4c7w3xWqbEh-AIrixQ-FAk-spqWf9JQ0E6c0zO3JhPlgs8JOXh0PJDSuA8AKmvMH-BEnaN7hEkvk8iTm0pzgjtmcjLe9YEPuO397vAu-_hhq28nmf8/s1600/082.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680267124840185346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVTcECSBgWMRVIBe18nAnInARJV4c7w3xWqbEh-AIrixQ-FAk-spqWf9JQ0E6c0zO3JhPlgs8JOXh0PJDSuA8AKmvMH-BEnaN7hEkvk8iTm0pzgjtmcjLe9YEPuO397vAu-_hhq28nmf8/s320/082.JPG" /></a>This was how close they got to be. Mark said you had to wear earplugs because of how loud it gets.<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghb6xDOVRLoozQ43qGi9yyXZY65317GyU3DG2RCte-8b0Obro6QReU_mg-ETZyQKP6HS-w3XCE97OKQyWH64xwWPyUuAIqZDDLgzsmyR5tZmSUAq4MzZK-CoYsrHPsG_nRzAd53uwAByM/s1600/066.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680267115778053842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghb6xDOVRLoozQ43qGi9yyXZY65317GyU3DG2RCte-8b0Obro6QReU_mg-ETZyQKP6HS-w3XCE97OKQyWH64xwWPyUuAIqZDDLgzsmyR5tZmSUAq4MzZK-CoYsrHPsG_nRzAd53uwAByM/s320/066.JPG" /></a>The men folk were able to get "pit passes." Apparently though the "pit pass," is not nearly as cool as the "garage pit pass." So here are people looking down on what they thought they were getting. .........Next time.........<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw8XC3ADw0y-GiVV8snm1tY939bWlAI44wo4jU1A60T78oGW2kL8fe2bc-WqwRzIvOMm7KEsDSziC78QpEEVuQxo-woZtDdb1RXgtq8vHMWd5CdoU6Pntl-6gg7dB8amarPAlV7IsSZys/s1600/080.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680267111072976546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw8XC3ADw0y-GiVV8snm1tY939bWlAI44wo4jU1A60T78oGW2kL8fe2bc-WqwRzIvOMm7KEsDSziC78QpEEVuQxo-woZtDdb1RXgtq8vHMWd5CdoU6Pntl-6gg7dB8amarPAlV7IsSZys/s320/080.JPG" /></a>This one's for Thomas. Mark had to show him that "Mac" was there! He believed him too.<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFXJU_EPXUVCC2rJOW2WgWViECoXjI1lI4Ui6lEULpbz4KEemvttZ4x7ouKOcvpQZY7NtzLOrUVv7kehcr7WwchqNirWkVDcm6iQFnaI9uhBxN-ljd74M2JuTPXxMlAeW6F0Jrw2c5Oko/s1600/076.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680267101355974690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFXJU_EPXUVCC2rJOW2WgWViECoXjI1lI4Ui6lEULpbz4KEemvttZ4x7ouKOcvpQZY7NtzLOrUVv7kehcr7WwchqNirWkVDcm6iQFnaI9uhBxN-ljd74M2JuTPXxMlAeW6F0Jrw2c5Oko/s320/076.JPG" /></a>More Tires.....<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Aflac</span> style.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiajyNNaov1P7uCsrRIb0xsj0nusIyqxEAW5A9pUEFL0jVhWOHlXi_O09mQg27Px0SLj-BM8E59pXAsydTwbqWu-UoQIKrQZUyaUyHUEy_VtqzebrEzwTWwwtGDJXnOz9h_R7mYEUasgXc/s1600/078.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680267097271071666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiajyNNaov1P7uCsrRIb0xsj0nusIyqxEAW5A9pUEFL0jVhWOHlXi_O09mQg27Px0SLj-BM8E59pXAsydTwbqWu-UoQIKrQZUyaUyHUEy_VtqzebrEzwTWwwtGDJXnOz9h_R7mYEUasgXc/s320/078.JPG" /></a>I think this picture is very cool! I promise that wasn't sarcasm, I really do think this picture is neat. Again,just want to say "Thank you mom and dad for fun <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">memories</span>!" Love you and I hope you like these pictures.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>me and you plus twohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-54958632030986692682011-11-15T11:33:00.000-08:002011-11-16T19:00:41.975-08:00in the babes view<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq1nOgZQAJXaLcvsxp89JZG6Mvu39KJAlP8ocQVqGyOEKAscFaeQLRnBwz-74oa6_8ChTeUpHRnEJ14fREzNreJKCw4F0neB57meOk2S6Ql_Kh-e8SMPibLaG-k-jC2qSBGBzgP2LDjEo/s1600/062.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675309192959258674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq1nOgZQAJXaLcvsxp89JZG6Mvu39KJAlP8ocQVqGyOEKAscFaeQLRnBwz-74oa6_8ChTeUpHRnEJ14fREzNreJKCw4F0neB57meOk2S6Ql_Kh-e8SMPibLaG-k-jC2qSBGBzgP2LDjEo/s320/062.JPG" /></a>Hi~ Kayley here. Since my mom doesn't seem to be blogging as much as she use too, I thought I'd take a turn at it and share some food for thought. mmmm food. Here are my lessons I have learned this weekend. The picture above is me with my cousin Jacob. I met him when I was just a little baby. Now we are both grown up and walking and talking. No one else seems to understand what we say though, so we just look at them funny and both just laugh. Mom says we are going to be best friends. </div><div> </div><div>Lesson #1: take note of the number of teeth before you stick your finger in another babies mouth<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgVrVbNytNJWzvAge4XfemuhEAW7UeeYNnC4tclUogkZjeLj3kJ_8ttUptLUXcJBc3KHYFVUpaTWgwShNC4rvUnmAwQv9bOTy7vbal_BtRn0zlZc4wAE_49a2dHjDkMAjf0VZTY5_FyxE/s1600/063.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675309186379518738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgVrVbNytNJWzvAge4XfemuhEAW7UeeYNnC4tclUogkZjeLj3kJ_8ttUptLUXcJBc3KHYFVUpaTWgwShNC4rvUnmAwQv9bOTy7vbal_BtRn0zlZc4wAE_49a2dHjDkMAjf0VZTY5_FyxE/s320/063.JPG" /></a>lesson #2 Babies will bite when you stick your finger in their mouth, no matter how cute they are.<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLQfJG7JGwFJ0aKwmPCSTHPHh0uTbYKBtQaALBGn8k7_eQXPXWIus_r-SxFxfBOr4uNocGuwLNiKtSnTzxHFgnPUNzAgpNxQ5BXrZHIfwQYfjDGB13vMcWf3w_jDDINuXg_5acb7zRBgY/s1600/064.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675309181125423586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLQfJG7JGwFJ0aKwmPCSTHPHh0uTbYKBtQaALBGn8k7_eQXPXWIus_r-SxFxfBOr4uNocGuwLNiKtSnTzxHFgnPUNzAgpNxQ5BXrZHIfwQYfjDGB13vMcWf3w_jDDINuXg_5acb7zRBgY/s320/064.JPG" /></a>lesson #3 : it hurts but only for a second. However if you make a pouty face, grandpa will kiss it better.<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQbLUathyphenhyphenUk26OqmfR2hCjhQUe-ljI5-GazvrUwoPlvAC1joOyjd7BKbVOu4O97ipsEfDlk7kUsycN9H7HKP8RuWwQPCqJVO9Zg8yjDJNjJZSlssbO3patQrFD3pvUxB-LD8s8IBUI_kQ/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675309162634083218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQbLUathyphenhyphenUk26OqmfR2hCjhQUe-ljI5-GazvrUwoPlvAC1joOyjd7BKbVOu4O97ipsEfDlk7kUsycN9H7HKP8RuWwQPCqJVO9Zg8yjDJNjJZSlssbO3patQrFD3pvUxB-LD8s8IBUI_kQ/s320/005.JPG" /></a>Lesson #4 : you can pee and bounce at the same time. I did. I bet grandma did too. just kidding.<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx4ibj46GfJGe-kxbBQHG7wa7_rz58Vi3a3jcWvtwr7BqgOyGFD70IntwXQcA8brxTU75Zd4LppPra1_7TEjd3c3FxepoI46eiYgC-6-Az2zJO3t61Ka-Lk50cixqyND5YpsGbn3bHsI4/s1600/020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675309159822202754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx4ibj46GfJGe-kxbBQHG7wa7_rz58Vi3a3jcWvtwr7BqgOyGFD70IntwXQcA8brxTU75Zd4LppPra1_7TEjd3c3FxepoI46eiYgC-6-Az2zJO3t61Ka-Lk50cixqyND5YpsGbn3bHsI4/s320/020.JPG" /></a>Lesson #5 When your mom wears a cute knit hat, don't pull on it, because she thinks its annoying. Lets be honest here though, I am what makes this picture cute.</div><div> </div><div> My last and final lesson.</div><div>Lesson#6 : EVERYTHING IS BETTER WHEN GRANDMA IS HERE!<br /></div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>me and you plus twohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-3925318855172636222011-08-09T15:07:00.000-07:002011-08-09T15:16:50.591-07:00honey do listIn the three days I was home before I left for my visit to my parents, I stayed up late bashing and scraping and sweeping up white tile. Seriously who puts in white tile?! Well I have been talking to Mark about how much I'd like to be rid of it, so one night he came home, saw me bashing away, and in his calmness said,"We're really doing this then." Goodbye white tile. Hello wood laminate! Yes, so I am a little <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">impulsive</span>.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHSO5gDAYxtZ15MyBF1rWG7MewqB09ISHU04LUDBISlg2oRrssu2eLreAhAMMh8u51PxIFlUcsxuAEObxd74tKyMVeOZeDKJifFVhMXJEiabR-xvdkBhkg7O734Ak_QtFpX5ahRwYxoT8/s1600/DSCN2546.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638981689301142418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHSO5gDAYxtZ15MyBF1rWG7MewqB09ISHU04LUDBISlg2oRrssu2eLreAhAMMh8u51PxIFlUcsxuAEObxd74tKyMVeOZeDKJifFVhMXJEiabR-xvdkBhkg7O734Ak_QtFpX5ahRwYxoT8/s320/DSCN2546.JPG" /></a> My parents gave me this <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">space heater</span> fire place. Isn't it beautiful?!! I love it! Now I have a blank spot on my wall I need suggestions on how to decorate?
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<br />I know you can't take your home with you to heaven. I also know that my home in heaven will not have white tile!!!
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<br />me and you plus twohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-77610948755968787242011-08-09T11:52:00.000-07:002011-08-09T13:55:29.341-07:00Summer 2011Some pics before the blog.......<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLLfneDKp8DJ0MkhpwR9toxs9JyrgaoPGZGftPOONfdQXVSGrNFvb8LNE67MLq07iribT64HXJxVgDgcVOXqzzm-tvObFKmUn-G4mb26eLjNsfrYm267POjex1WRN1zo-qaoLdrkVxGyE/s1600/summer+11+060.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638954510387153826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLLfneDKp8DJ0MkhpwR9toxs9JyrgaoPGZGftPOONfdQXVSGrNFvb8LNE67MLq07iribT64HXJxVgDgcVOXqzzm-tvObFKmUn-G4mb26eLjNsfrYm267POjex1WRN1zo-qaoLdrkVxGyE/s320/summer+11+060.JPG" /></a> The traditional lunch with Tom. Here he is with his fiery hot red head and my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">BFF</span> Amber, and baby Jacob!
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<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH-MVDEsd-diLlI6Ldgk4PRqKaSbFAvzeGS_X1iBAzKOlYcJnhwCt_TO-bmQgn1Rnql0MhasgEEvVphDm6ybvzeAZb1GL4lrtyiQoSnhUqa_Csq5KKN9t45OKGwWzYxBQHzYKsvDqyXbE/s1600/summer+11+071.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638950261547306450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH-MVDEsd-diLlI6Ldgk4PRqKaSbFAvzeGS_X1iBAzKOlYcJnhwCt_TO-bmQgn1Rnql0MhasgEEvVphDm6ybvzeAZb1GL4lrtyiQoSnhUqa_Csq5KKN9t45OKGwWzYxBQHzYKsvDqyXbE/s320/summer+11+071.JPG" /></a> 7/2011 Lauren, Kayley and Thomas getting ready to watch a play. Very cool by the way. How have I lived in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Farmington</span> my whole life and not know this place existed? This was "Josephs coat of many <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Technicolors</span>."
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<br />Upon return from the great state of California, I was home for 3 days, had enough time to pack for a three week excursion to....brace yourself......my hometown! Not nearly as exciting as the ocean, however no matter how old I get,no matter how many kids I have; THERE WILL BE NO PLACE LIKE HOME. I honestly would go home over going to....Europe, or Hawaii. (Maybe.)
<br />I love walking into the front door of the same home I started kindergarten in. The same home that use to have a huge man-made tree house in the back yard that my brothers would throw all my barbies out of. Thankfully that is torn down (the heart attack I would have if my kids tried jumping out of it) and now my parents yard has become my mothers sacred garden spot. (Not so sacred she won't let my kids decorate it with painted rocks though) This is the same house I would sneak out of and just sit on the sidewalk down the street feeling like such a rebel. The same house that two of our dogs are buried in the back. The same house that I got to paint my room in grass green with light mint green <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">splats</span> and Elvis posters. (what was I thinking?) The same house that my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">best friend</span> would come over and we would stay up late talking in my room, (Her-hoping my brother would stay and keep talking. Me- just waiting for Tom to leave! Just kidding bro. I am so glad you married the girl with two red <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">braids</span>. I like to think I helped ;))
<br />So I love sharing this same home with my kids. They know going to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error">farmington</span> equals happiness. That is how I remember home....happiness.
<br />It was so fun to catch up with old friends, it was fun to stay up late on the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">back porch</span> with mom and dad. It was fun to go on a ride-a-long with my big brother Jake in his cop car. (If you know me at all, you know that I like to solve suspicious activity. YES ,I very well may end up being that lady in a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">mu mu</span> with rollers in her hair,calling the Poe-Poe.) It was fun to bathe my baby girl with my worth the wait nephew, Jacob. (This kid makes you feel like to him, you are the most important person in the world) It was fun to go to church and realize that no matter where you go to church, its the same spirit. It was just simple fun to be home.
<br />It was not fun being that gone that long from my husband. And from my home. My home, that I want to equal happiness for my kids. SO that when they are married with kids of their own, they know, as I do, that THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE HOME. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>
<br />me and you plus twohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-51406417817660694422011-05-29T19:14:00.000-07:002011-05-30T13:58:44.575-07:00ode to the plumberWe went camping this last week. The kids have developed a love for camping that I assure you they inherited from their dad, because frankly I like running water and the comforts of my own home. But I hiked up my big cowgirl pants with a big smile and we had a great time.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7-R0ANSWGEwIXt5dOrPz5oVSpiaTwTUdrZTMh3iVZOtelbRmx-UFV3rpBN0kPpc-t-B60889bTDcDGOxNO5TP0o0eGoIqnZ8hnhKtFndyQymnJ8CRZHF7xAiZYWTSr2PxeVqbs24z4Hg/s1600/DSCN2399.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612558238648125522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7-R0ANSWGEwIXt5dOrPz5oVSpiaTwTUdrZTMh3iVZOtelbRmx-UFV3rpBN0kPpc-t-B60889bTDcDGOxNO5TP0o0eGoIqnZ8hnhKtFndyQymnJ8CRZHF7xAiZYWTSr2PxeVqbs24z4Hg/s320/DSCN2399.JPG" /></a> Here is my Thomas bringing me flowers. I said, "Oh Thomas, you already know the way to a girls heart." He replied, "I only love you Mom." <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">aaaawwwww</span></span> He's pretty precious. (and knows it)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihGol1fnfalc-9cyouEltoYmWtSdARgNix6DoVYN8GfSDgSyeCKGh8b_cSKf1GlqrQ2_STyhE0LVkoJ8Pv0dYUJQeqj9NIeTR_4g9GJsVnjTB0_bnvDinKRYl-mguKFDli4LfFT0Cn6dw/s1600/DSCN2338.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612558234818344226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihGol1fnfalc-9cyouEltoYmWtSdARgNix6DoVYN8GfSDgSyeCKGh8b_cSKf1GlqrQ2_STyhE0LVkoJ8Pv0dYUJQeqj9NIeTR_4g9GJsVnjTB0_bnvDinKRYl-mguKFDli4LfFT0Cn6dw/s320/DSCN2338.JPG" /></a> I just thought this picture was cool. I know...I need to get out more.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvD71jyD0oW0rRjH91emb98g6_m0ePidgmvxN1Asj4UCmv8vWmjcpiPFJtbSPoPVsXPyLU_u0qApLIXdihXX7Jql85I49SSA9a8IJNUy1QxbwHhs4lI5FlDvm66O3CuSlUL7Ri30mSkJs/s1600/DSCN2387.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612558231890586434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvD71jyD0oW0rRjH91emb98g6_m0ePidgmvxN1Asj4UCmv8vWmjcpiPFJtbSPoPVsXPyLU_u0qApLIXdihXX7Jql85I49SSA9a8IJNUy1QxbwHhs4lI5FlDvm66O3CuSlUL7Ri30mSkJs/s320/DSCN2387.JPG" /></a> Thomas on our nature hike. He found two pine cones he was quite proud of. Then threw them over the edge, along with anything else he could toss. ( like a cell phone....don't worry, luckily it was his toy one.)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0EhaUBMcd8ybt0fRolhTzUIuVfePFPPvKC0LExCwk58gEFbmQzLpfXPk8egmxcTDXEy7HniDGyxm3e90oafwtKRKQ5d_6-uQ6vDCkVj5_lBwmi2rp0Q5pqKy65xXW_wcgygJBvG1Vk8U/s1600/DSCN2396.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612558226203188002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0EhaUBMcd8ybt0fRolhTzUIuVfePFPPvKC0LExCwk58gEFbmQzLpfXPk8egmxcTDXEy7HniDGyxm3e90oafwtKRKQ5d_6-uQ6vDCkVj5_lBwmi2rp0Q5pqKy65xXW_wcgygJBvG1Vk8U/s320/DSCN2396.JPG" /></a> Mark in his complete element. I was only wondering....."Just how much life insurance do I have on him....<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">hhhmmm</span></span>" Oh I AM JUST KIDDING!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj10d-hMTZB-aXXEhlBFsjzvRIO6u6BjOsvcOiTzCJkf-be5Tu0Y-KmDCo_JetQawikKbYobMm_IImVsuiz3ZJLdSOCMrD5xNPFYy4-tqHN9Sp0Ic_P6AW_GPYYpnzVJS_FeSeMNVsrTP0/s1600/DSCN2388.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612558221799995874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj10d-hMTZB-aXXEhlBFsjzvRIO6u6BjOsvcOiTzCJkf-be5Tu0Y-KmDCo_JetQawikKbYobMm_IImVsuiz3ZJLdSOCMrD5xNPFYy4-tqHN9Sp0Ic_P6AW_GPYYpnzVJS_FeSeMNVsrTP0/s320/DSCN2388.JPG" /></a> Our good friends, The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Blackburns</span></span>, met us up there. Here are all the kiddos pretending to fly. It's totally believable, because of my mad camera skills. (Thomas, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">lily</span>, Daphne, Kate, and Lauren) 5/2011<br /><br /><br />Getting ready to hike down to the lake for the day.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpl4wd69WO5sDcL8FyN8hKpscO_iU9jq0OjlYO61gIxXZ0kDKPGYwwNLgXfzJ8rJnID1hmGUWynGwXNtr_6viQfirK3AziJ9FJZ4fhwQTeqKzIQEEq1bQI9DPcVyRoEoTkLqE3nfszN04/s1600/DSCN2343.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612557423012565906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpl4wd69WO5sDcL8FyN8hKpscO_iU9jq0OjlYO61gIxXZ0kDKPGYwwNLgXfzJ8rJnID1hmGUWynGwXNtr_6viQfirK3AziJ9FJZ4fhwQTeqKzIQEEq1bQI9DPcVyRoEoTkLqE3nfszN04/s320/DSCN2343.JPG" /></a> We went to the fish hatchery which was very cool to see how they stock all the lakes, then stopped to fish and have a picnic at Christopher Creek nearby. That was very beautiful. Hard to realize its the same state as <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ajo</span></span>. I guess beauty is in the eye of the beholder, some people like cactus. We <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">prefer</span> the pines.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjQ1Ui88v54oR_W8efJ0SX0u_e-meiz9s6u4loEKOtsuw5bvXfugNOK_MA-zE4vm_nxLIsaYGxBCPKccviGNEO7xAii0aOjY7MiwUF4CJC-cLHEyYLK1JErzoVmM7dvmP7aO7TWiUqDA8/s1600/DSCN2355.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612557421284878066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjQ1Ui88v54oR_W8efJ0SX0u_e-meiz9s6u4loEKOtsuw5bvXfugNOK_MA-zE4vm_nxLIsaYGxBCPKccviGNEO7xAii0aOjY7MiwUF4CJC-cLHEyYLK1JErzoVmM7dvmP7aO7TWiUqDA8/s320/DSCN2355.JPG" /></a>Mark, again in his happy place.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRd3YoC7Aw3sEfxiKtmLd83roy4sPGlt3UKIbMZQk3ccbXnflf2-p7kbfsajpLYNahAKF_viI7mkMR6ZFZ6MusgmiflcxtXLd3Xl-UTS65aphExnYWlvxhH4kxWhyblKQ9oORpidDaTHQ/s1600/DSCN2360.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612557417126456274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRd3YoC7Aw3sEfxiKtmLd83roy4sPGlt3UKIbMZQk3ccbXnflf2-p7kbfsajpLYNahAKF_viI7mkMR6ZFZ6MusgmiflcxtXLd3Xl-UTS65aphExnYWlvxhH4kxWhyblKQ9oORpidDaTHQ/s320/DSCN2360.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiPhh-miMI7YdNzRWxQ9jwg1Q3h481YmI401LIC9rR8Alj5yrxc0_z3jNYc7kHPFKxYxOH_dhjWIgHLKXikBD4XJPnfrJUJBKja8fx-Te02rKaB1zLzQAhxTIcNwZdwWKG7bZLNSa-4cU/s1600/DSCN2374.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612557409519623490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiPhh-miMI7YdNzRWxQ9jwg1Q3h481YmI401LIC9rR8Alj5yrxc0_z3jNYc7kHPFKxYxOH_dhjWIgHLKXikBD4XJPnfrJUJBKja8fx-Te02rKaB1zLzQAhxTIcNwZdwWKG7bZLNSa-4cU/s320/DSCN2374.JPG" /></a> Kayley and Penny.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3KcN_d4RzR0Uiif-JLG_XemGq4NA22j5gRFoK3lj8PsWPLhyphenhyphenU4Y0zUxifDyET0Y4dxgxb7TdiFEOccIS19JG4JpDZC4AgSsF2BnYC4J5f5y3p3-LIPDcZnEl_FabTmYnoi4EKIqYYVpY/s1600/DSCN2382.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612557401232609938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3KcN_d4RzR0Uiif-JLG_XemGq4NA22j5gRFoK3lj8PsWPLhyphenhyphenU4Y0zUxifDyET0Y4dxgxb7TdiFEOccIS19JG4JpDZC4AgSsF2BnYC4J5f5y3p3-LIPDcZnEl_FabTmYnoi4EKIqYYVpY/s320/DSCN2382.JPG" /></a> We lucked out because Smokey the bear was in town visiting. If you look at Thomas' shirt, you'll see just how much he loves Smokey. He later said, " I know <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">that's</span> not the real smokey. But I still like him."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUmZrt03stdXXX1PBrd0x9kHnDCRyj2QYwnxOpUfn7HBWk96ngJ-TiPnlYArPkbMXkLqfZMA4C4V3u1BPsuqGab678HcLausd36l1x1tmAx50wcL1veQ2nCtM9rXke5lPaHnSlK-PPEmk/s1600/DSCN2342.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612553750550718178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUmZrt03stdXXX1PBrd0x9kHnDCRyj2QYwnxOpUfn7HBWk96ngJ-TiPnlYArPkbMXkLqfZMA4C4V3u1BPsuqGab678HcLausd36l1x1tmAx50wcL1veQ2nCtM9rXke5lPaHnSlK-PPEmk/s320/DSCN2342.JPG" /></a> I told Lauren to make a pirate face. She's a good <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">lil</span></span>' actress.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEQwX2FM7r-6jii2wxZgCjpugBI1t4lu4JwkiUDPaclmmIN_ti35ToZwzvx3fZh018mI3BTxdFN78cQ711XcCWdKVygOnX0d1hFpEBt1hyphenhyphenmJ2Ja7sa4TobhNSTOd_irKzSCSeMWPb3Fy4/s1600/DSCN2362.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612553747488175570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEQwX2FM7r-6jii2wxZgCjpugBI1t4lu4JwkiUDPaclmmIN_ti35ToZwzvx3fZh018mI3BTxdFN78cQ711XcCWdKVygOnX0d1hFpEBt1hyphenhyphenmJ2Ja7sa4TobhNSTOd_irKzSCSeMWPb3Fy4/s320/DSCN2362.JPG" /></a> They look sweet, but right after this was taken they tried to push <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">each other</span> in the water.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCSBB04QgEVcse56nJHCnmhknU7VfLgNyNAbYRLPKOBpZpTHqD8SdqCGh9OjSSSaY9pV0MP02bCaL30bewp35Go4mlVVanASw5KUn3_Vz6mmw_5KPt1jRajeVGRyf0xc_fh_Jvv3qxnu4/s1600/DSCN2344.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612553741839154450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCSBB04QgEVcse56nJHCnmhknU7VfLgNyNAbYRLPKOBpZpTHqD8SdqCGh9OjSSSaY9pV0MP02bCaL30bewp35Go4mlVVanASw5KUn3_Vz6mmw_5KPt1jRajeVGRyf0xc_fh_Jvv3qxnu4/s320/DSCN2344.JPG" /></a> Thomas displaying art work of his surroundings on his chalk board.<br />I think he likes Cars.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY-GJOAOJQFVwJZo06qyx8AGNRW_n42wVUUDvYiTLoarh14aIkc0xCy3zdBiGfn_Dv-RvcZGtsnO7OxtaaYhIVuNuZ4CL-9a7-oC3RO_iLF-PuG9ciaIVlfdk_8-luORA6D2Pt_NVUk1M/s1600/DSCN2345.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612553738098122210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY-GJOAOJQFVwJZo06qyx8AGNRW_n42wVUUDvYiTLoarh14aIkc0xCy3zdBiGfn_Dv-RvcZGtsnO7OxtaaYhIVuNuZ4CL-9a7-oC3RO_iLF-PuG9ciaIVlfdk_8-luORA6D2Pt_NVUk1M/s320/DSCN2345.JPG" /></a> I just love this picture! It did not take long for this little one to find the water. oh' well. She loved throwing little rocks in and I loved reading my book. Win -win.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_vFceu0rScH8u6u1t9_iceqxNe_9yrK_ZE6qCNJ5tJUJEFt7F9U_BJMs9_2ltxxkxYRDDhQlziO14BOzzBn3rW3AXlQdlaWvoGYepU2y076SqEVcN_16rryaSFJpTu0yIMZBlJap_EJc/s1600/DSCN2385.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612553733350355826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_vFceu0rScH8u6u1t9_iceqxNe_9yrK_ZE6qCNJ5tJUJEFt7F9U_BJMs9_2ltxxkxYRDDhQlziO14BOzzBn3rW3AXlQdlaWvoGYepU2y076SqEVcN_16rryaSFJpTu0yIMZBlJap_EJc/s320/DSCN2385.JPG" /></a> I have a secret. I am not a high <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">maintenance</span> gal. I don't need the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">latest</span> updated furniture , house or even clothes. I don't have to wear <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">a lot</span> of makeup to feel pretty. I am not picky about where I live. But I have realized something about myself that could very well make my family, well possibly my husband, disown me. I AM A PRINCESS. Thats not my secret though. Lots of people already know this about me.<br /><br /><br /><div>I don't like not having running water. I don't enjoy pooping in the woods like a bear, ( I know...T.M.I. but deal with it) I LIKE to feel organized and clean. Some may think my need for a clean home is obsessive <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">compulsive</span>, I just think I like to be tidy. DO you know what is NOT A TIDY situation, but apparently is enjoyable because so many people go???? CAMPING! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Here's</span> my secret, you may want to sit down, I DON"T like CAMPING! There I said it. Too late to take back now, my poor husband is in full on shock, I am sure. We even just bought a pop up camper, which I love, actually. I love the idea of it. I don't love feeling dirty, and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">disheveled</span> and unorganized. I do sleep good though in a sleeping bag. Here is why I go camping though.......one little, two little, three little monkeys who really LOVE it! Seeing these pictures though, and the memories we created, I would gladly pack up and go back tomarrow. Well maybe in a month or so.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>me and you plus twohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-46259069343941155762011-05-13T11:42:00.000-07:002011-05-13T12:36:42.046-07:00its a little outdated...TOMBSTONE!Growing up Doc <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Holliday</span> was my favorite! I even named my cat after him. (R.I.P Doc.) So of course I HAD to get a picture with him! Wyatt Earp and the boys got their feelings hurt, but Doc said "Now <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">here's</span> a lady with good taste."<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXWOwmvktGSkimqSyrcFw22dshqHUZDjXyU_tYuuFRHpXvc-TbLbgaaQEk1GaC0UrDuEkWh1TBl9X-d_UZNuDQgNI2aXXhMV8wycDgBMh_x0oOjxHdwujCGkuJYM1h2DISrKNA4bVeiK4/s1600/DSCN2270.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606282560957989202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXWOwmvktGSkimqSyrcFw22dshqHUZDjXyU_tYuuFRHpXvc-TbLbgaaQEk1GaC0UrDuEkWh1TBl9X-d_UZNuDQgNI2aXXhMV8wycDgBMh_x0oOjxHdwujCGkuJYM1h2DISrKNA4bVeiK4/s320/DSCN2270.JPG" /></a> Before hitting Tombstone, we stopped in Tuscon to fish for awhile. It was a fun time feeding ducks, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">catching</span> fish.....not so much.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7eg4l5ZVeDVub4G1UFeTU-E06TwwHyT5pdoFLGPRQXDDInxOo6goci_8IkkZJwVE9vqHLbCkwDgzNQ0lfJ7Dc0n86qIBWEQ6v_cPEw1JZdCzOeblYvzi7RKV2-2t7I7eMtFyS9y5Ugrw/s1600/DSCN2257.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606282556560414850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7eg4l5ZVeDVub4G1UFeTU-E06TwwHyT5pdoFLGPRQXDDInxOo6goci_8IkkZJwVE9vqHLbCkwDgzNQ0lfJ7Dc0n86qIBWEQ6v_cPEw1JZdCzOeblYvzi7RKV2-2t7I7eMtFyS9y5Ugrw/s320/DSCN2257.JPG" /></a> Kayley trying to put Laurens shoe on while fishing.<br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxc7dOqD5vdFkyArQ8OSNoP1GlmXR6h5agSRuZdJ2aFbWwpguiQxjHHPmhWIAJ4dXfTgKMxDrNG3lACSfRFXG5sA9AGuowQuE4MejVzGNvjJtlppK2uwxnR1flX9Rn1hvzKhVfc4sduA0/s1600/DSCN2269.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606278697498687026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxc7dOqD5vdFkyArQ8OSNoP1GlmXR6h5agSRuZdJ2aFbWwpguiQxjHHPmhWIAJ4dXfTgKMxDrNG3lACSfRFXG5sA9AGuowQuE4MejVzGNvjJtlppK2uwxnR1flX9Rn1hvzKhVfc4sduA0/s320/DSCN2269.JPG" /></a> Lauren, Abby, and Thomas after watching the Gun fight.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYEHytcvuIwuJeono6o-q4tcn_Z-7S6G-YHzkmsR5fJC7uFMGahpHrxdOSol5_0_OY9YSEUDOoWe4cnJPD4pXVUS6Nae8LD2idxbh4mmmMp7cP459aYsCd9i7GBMiVvWfwi-itjNyOaGc/s1600/DSCN2267.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606278686659568386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYEHytcvuIwuJeono6o-q4tcn_Z-7S6G-YHzkmsR5fJC7uFMGahpHrxdOSol5_0_OY9YSEUDOoWe4cnJPD4pXVUS6Nae8LD2idxbh4mmmMp7cP459aYsCd9i7GBMiVvWfwi-itjNyOaGc/s320/DSCN2267.JPG" /></a> Thomas was a little scared to stand by these dudes. Just look at that brave face.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiy13eFEDSuOXWa4tRDaVn3hhU6ZvOFFxuJP82iKfTxNeP05y4N-9xR6kWl6DmPlgKIUHweS9ma6mZfcvxqI9YSog3pAKZANtawcCbElucVG27tKP5BbCxx8U6oqfelvDnkFilMAkBWWI/s1600/DSCN2266.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606278688594208306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiy13eFEDSuOXWa4tRDaVn3hhU6ZvOFFxuJP82iKfTxNeP05y4N-9xR6kWl6DmPlgKIUHweS9ma6mZfcvxqI9YSog3pAKZANtawcCbElucVG27tKP5BbCxx8U6oqfelvDnkFilMAkBWWI/s320/DSCN2266.JPG" /></a>Doc did have some competition, because this guy was to DIE for...<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">hahhahhaha</span>. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">OK</span> humor me, alright!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj47HW8r9xCCqbllVzsulqbuiKi0VAswDiTnKaG-ZmF_4G2MAQZ4JjnmDr3lqjaZOU1z2mVsfBP9FLW4J03s7CpOL0xyUfzc558jRRbjNTQKNJKJJywcOXhm6UhkjZ9PISw9_1GGsxEQgM/s1600/DSCN2271.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606278680770863378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj47HW8r9xCCqbllVzsulqbuiKi0VAswDiTnKaG-ZmF_4G2MAQZ4JjnmDr3lqjaZOU1z2mVsfBP9FLW4J03s7CpOL0xyUfzc558jRRbjNTQKNJKJJywcOXhm6UhkjZ9PISw9_1GGsxEQgM/s320/DSCN2271.JPG" /></a> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">AJ</span> and Thomas. Love these boys.<br /><br />Tombstone was so much fun. Later Mark and I went out dancing, and I sang <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Karaoke</span>. That was a blast. Thank you Mom and Dad for such a fun time. I will cherish those memories, and replay constantly in my mind the standing ovation I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">received</span> after singing. (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">OK</span> so that didn't happen, but a girl can dream right?)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>me and you plus twohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-44222008653549713252011-05-13T11:10:00.000-07:002011-05-13T11:40:26.675-07:00<p><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx6i3ev8Q3xgZx3nitZZT85E3gutv66Js4My7-Ql3KigIpBDj_LahYaHLdSdsruelEfsfA06vOxe8Wu_5HOyA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><br /><p>Kayley is quite the cowgirl! I think she loves horses because of how much Lauren will play with them.</p>me and you plus twohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-88163871847579394572011-05-04T18:38:00.000-07:002011-05-05T09:13:08.860-07:00I never want to see you againI know when you read that title it sounds so mean and ugly...but I mean every word of it! I am proud to report that I have lost 20 lbs with weight watchers since January!! YES that deserves 2 exclamations marks. And I am going to kiss the number on my scale that now reads "one <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">hundred</span> and eighty pounds" goodbye!! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">HHHmmmm</span> I wrote the number out because I thought it'd make it look less <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">daunty</span>. That didn't work. It stinks to think I still weigh that much. Oh well, I am working on it...while <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">workin</span> it! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">HAHA</span>.<br />I will not discredit my accomplishments thus far. Here's a brief recap- In October 2010 I weighed in at 208 lbs. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ok</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span> listen, I know weight is such a personal thing. Everybodys body is different. Some may look at that and think, "I'd love to weigh 208. And others may look at that and say "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">geeeze fatty</span>" I look at it and say, "I am beautiful <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">damnit</span>. And I want to be healthy too." (This is what I tell myself whenever I step on the scale. Mostly because NO matter what that number is, I will not let it ruin my day) Plus sometimes crying is fun...sometimes not so much. I don't like to cry over my body. Whats the point, especially considering I have two daughters who are growing up in a world so consumed with body image, I refuse to let that matter in my home. Hopefully they will understand like I do, that we are daughters of God, so no matter what, we are beautiful. (Even if we do occassionally cuss)<br />I am feeling pretty good though. I think I can, I think I can, I think I can. When I reach my goal weight I will post pictures....until then wait in pure anticipation!!! (oooh look at that 3 exclamation marks.)me and you plus twohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-51391861242480310112011-04-30T23:30:00.000-07:002011-05-01T00:24:50.206-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9q5v77vWPs4SKH1nHEPnSTkup8NHMUkGLT7_2fex2ugCxAhDSK3_2x7_arZNWlInIEtNvL0PDbmRscqsdxGsjVOfeyBTGfUo6pdxaAtz-a3rlrANgqYmH2tGXW2rssAxlc47Y_XbF2os/s1600/DSCN2275.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601640911340042930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9q5v77vWPs4SKH1nHEPnSTkup8NHMUkGLT7_2fex2ugCxAhDSK3_2x7_arZNWlInIEtNvL0PDbmRscqsdxGsjVOfeyBTGfUo6pdxaAtz-a3rlrANgqYmH2tGXW2rssAxlc47Y_XbF2os/s320/DSCN2275.JPG" /></a> Happy -belated- Easter! (2011)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div>And a Happy Birthday! </div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfk89oqJNbwG0zwT7LPpvgiElThxE1sfSansIOBVQC3AJ7VKivicM6YgySt8m_dz5g-aJUpOhC2GiQcczFj2SVdMos5_XKQQp7o1w5UQFGADxH5IZfxYoihUJElXpu-ta5jKekYRb2PPA/s1600/376.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601639557662037554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfk89oqJNbwG0zwT7LPpvgiElThxE1sfSansIOBVQC3AJ7VKivicM6YgySt8m_dz5g-aJUpOhC2GiQcczFj2SVdMos5_XKQQp7o1w5UQFGADxH5IZfxYoihUJElXpu-ta5jKekYRb2PPA/s320/376.JPG" /></a> One year ago today, I was lying in the hospital bed just staring at the wonderful little life I held in my arms. My daughter....my daughter.....my daughter, is all that kept running through my mind. I re-read my journal entry from that night today. Here is what I said, " Kayley Joy Moore. She is 6 lbs 15 oz. and 20 in. long. My heart is so full as I look at her and watch her breathe. To be honest, Mark and I secretly hoped for a boy. (but you can't tell anyone THAT right? Just a healthy baby...) However, as I stare at her, my heart is so complete. Our daughter. She's perfect. My heart is so full."<br /><br /><br /><br /><div>You are perfect my Kayley bug. I love that you have a big sister who adores you and laughs at the way you crinkle your nose when you smile. I love that you are the little sister to a big brother who tries to carry you all around the house and you more often than not, just let him. And when he lays on the floor, you think its because he wants you to climb all over him! I like that you try to ride our dog, Gus. You look so tiny on top of him, and proud of yourself that you got on him. I am still impressed you thought to do that on your own. Only one years old and you are already climbing things. I love that when you start to cry, which can happen pretty quickly, you also start to laugh in the same breath. It doesn't take much to change your mind into something happy~ I love that as soon as your daddy walks in, you forget I exist. He is completely convinced you say "Dad!" when you see him. You make us all so happy and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">truly</span> live <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">up to</span> your middle name."Joy."</div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>I had also wrote in my journal what Thomas said after we got home from the hospital. Lauren had asked, "Mom, why does your belly still look like there is a baby in it?" (I'm thinking, Give me a break kid, I had a baby two days ago) Thomas answers, "Because now mom is going to go have a boy." :) Trust me Kayley, now nobody would have things any other way, You are so loved.<br />We love you Baby Girl!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>me and you plus twohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-80004241835738082972011-02-18T08:45:00.000-08:002011-02-18T10:03:33.928-08:00three little speckled frogs sat on a rolling logMy Best helper yet! Lauren loves to give Kayley bug her baths. Kayley likes her too, just a little bit. :)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzRKgxEVvXSQdVqdtW_DO6Z5Uvb5TLPdjAB7nAlOWfXuNzj8laCx3yXjFFS9u6gdFD-BsG_vhhyXZB70tZsYM8HyUWu1j3-ZyC3McG0KPwKB0q9i29TNCt5f2keiTqDy9hv2qxm3ds1w0/s1600/DSCN2217.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575084774714799330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzRKgxEVvXSQdVqdtW_DO6Z5Uvb5TLPdjAB7nAlOWfXuNzj8laCx3yXjFFS9u6gdFD-BsG_vhhyXZB70tZsYM8HyUWu1j3-ZyC3McG0KPwKB0q9i29TNCt5f2keiTqDy9hv2qxm3ds1w0/s320/DSCN2217.JPG" /></a> They say you know "you are a redneck if you lie through you tooth!"<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3_SYdKO79IdBMOLywTUSHXL5nRgaUqYAfLEyZNd2DTJk2eK4XaYmIAgqfOZjw8Q3xvn5bCRUMjuCiF00_El80sOGZPWb8At3y_WtNO9pleFfM8cMa_9PZXXm0jD-hlhZ_kr7Fh201IKY/s1600/DSCN2223.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575084771370914050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3_SYdKO79IdBMOLywTUSHXL5nRgaUqYAfLEyZNd2DTJk2eK4XaYmIAgqfOZjw8Q3xvn5bCRUMjuCiF00_El80sOGZPWb8At3y_WtNO9pleFfM8cMa_9PZXXm0jD-hlhZ_kr7Fh201IKY/s320/DSCN2223.JPG" /></a> Watch out boys, if you mess with my sisters I will <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">karate</span> chop ya! And you won't even know it was me because of my awesome mask.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf54l56WVC18PV78K4yHYI5XiwUPJB0uxBWMWm-vU1oCFV_3cBarHyIjg7zoDZbugN-ihDoiy0cre65tfS-cvLXlW623EsGM6G-vWj97gAQp-zEjKDTGJwvs6KwLHo0QZFo0Bw3GzcttY/s1600/DSCN2225.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575084765257302050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf54l56WVC18PV78K4yHYI5XiwUPJB0uxBWMWm-vU1oCFV_3cBarHyIjg7zoDZbugN-ihDoiy0cre65tfS-cvLXlW623EsGM6G-vWj97gAQp-zEjKDTGJwvs6KwLHo0QZFo0Bw3GzcttY/s320/DSCN2225.JPG" /></a> ( Thank you Mom for sending them Valentines $, this is what Thomas picked out)</div><div>Kids are challenging, and exhausting. And just when I feel at my wits end, one of them will come and kiss me on my cheek and say "Thank you for Dinner." I am truly blessed that they are forgiving in my short comings as a mother, and unconditionally give me their love.<br /><div></div></div></div>me and you plus twohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-24140409278433093902011-01-12T09:25:00.003-08:002011-01-12T09:56:05.102-08:00Sometimes sleep is just more importantMy other little princess. She has recently learned to wave "hi" and whenever you show her Gus, our dog, or play with a stuff animal puppy with her, she will make a barking sound! It is the cutest thing.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYxvg1zebzkYLAzmR2HPQcwtAnt9-rXAG4rsVO3dTaTbLqUA5qakkkOxtYVdqDshCkzKv7jh0J_uiEbp64EK1zsV2-vuXYt10f_jEN3JcA_omNmiD-VxERLJhlKiuIAwixyb614brH5Ds/s1600/DSCN2152.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561358631122402306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYxvg1zebzkYLAzmR2HPQcwtAnt9-rXAG4rsVO3dTaTbLqUA5qakkkOxtYVdqDshCkzKv7jh0J_uiEbp64EK1zsV2-vuXYt10f_jEN3JcA_omNmiD-VxERLJhlKiuIAwixyb614brH5Ds/s320/DSCN2152.JPG" /></a><br /><div>huh, that turned out side ways. Oh well. Here is the luckiest little girl in the world, because her daddy played dolls with her. Please make note that Mark was the fireman, as to not lose any man points.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSmJVU7pVpovu8_M3-gofRIGxr_JWlNtVmXVXiAHzFHg6MEsMKP5HbRsfkkwyvHbelZg8z44NVHQKZidRAJtelc4XgktldvE3HkcfWjDv0ZR-gBSBu0EBwEi5RVuZPqhx6YIp2_3q8zAc/s1600/DSCN2156.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561352558712242322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSmJVU7pVpovu8_M3-gofRIGxr_JWlNtVmXVXiAHzFHg6MEsMKP5HbRsfkkwyvHbelZg8z44NVHQKZidRAJtelc4XgktldvE3HkcfWjDv0ZR-gBSBu0EBwEi5RVuZPqhx6YIp2_3q8zAc/s320/DSCN2156.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn5RVSTx_YcroqcteF9uqM0puo89nkGUvOe8w6ZOFcb9zYHsXVLlhYT-XUFmbb0YPJD4AEX9X4QBC2X-dObJXe4i0w4EVwnEPvxSUt6HlCwTlmDXsKR6375FV6WA_Pn3iSM-Oru7GQkAo/s1600/DSCN2154.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561352550805146290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn5RVSTx_YcroqcteF9uqM0puo89nkGUvOe8w6ZOFcb9zYHsXVLlhYT-XUFmbb0YPJD4AEX9X4QBC2X-dObJXe4i0w4EVwnEPvxSUt6HlCwTlmDXsKR6375FV6WA_Pn3iSM-Oru7GQkAo/s320/DSCN2154.JPG" /></a> Wanted to share this picture for two reasons...1-we were baking cookies and look mom, they love the aprons you had made for them. And 2- Thomas lost a tooth, so for now any time a camera comes out, this is the face he makes. He was so excited the tooth fairy came he woke me up early just to show me his dollar.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSMEW6Hcn-YOTDwEX4U0B3KCpWfCqJ52Tkd6tWr7G37TH-DFUEg8zgywv_T2jI2LhAltUIDl_iGIayawZMVWRUNoRWC0pM0YdGI1Lb8pBjwyFwdw8dhwRq5jjPLnxTO0vQ-9IRa-Vcw1o/s1600/DSCN2161.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561352538129147538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSMEW6Hcn-YOTDwEX4U0B3KCpWfCqJ52Tkd6tWr7G37TH-DFUEg8zgywv_T2jI2LhAltUIDl_iGIayawZMVWRUNoRWC0pM0YdGI1Lb8pBjwyFwdw8dhwRq5jjPLnxTO0vQ-9IRa-Vcw1o/s320/DSCN2161.JPG" /></a> We have done some rearranging around here. Thomas is officially the only one in his room, can you tell he loves it. For awhile he had shared a room with Lauren, so that Mark could have his own man room. ( just F.Y.I that was my idea, not Marks. He said that people would tell him how spoiled he was to have his own room to sleep in. But really it was me who was spoiled, because lets face it ladies, if the man don't sleep, it's like having a fourth child to take care of!) I can say that because Mark is right here, and laughed.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAqd0jV0-WMbX0QefBOnsBUzooC5jHRqu30l3yfstLqKAdDnra2L4qLgY60wPvPsuVro04KSQu-wAQAnpOfn8i9WZrxV3AeBzs3gh0X1JMcpAqC8MwR1cBUKtWZn2J2PqPmjoNBOrTe6A/s1600/DSCN2158.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561352521938018722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAqd0jV0-WMbX0QefBOnsBUzooC5jHRqu30l3yfstLqKAdDnra2L4qLgY60wPvPsuVro04KSQu-wAQAnpOfn8i9WZrxV3AeBzs3gh0X1JMcpAqC8MwR1cBUKtWZn2J2PqPmjoNBOrTe6A/s320/DSCN2158.JPG" /></a> But now that man room is a full on princess cave!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpygG_s4ZSkBZ6NPZBeUewAyqOWEaKzAig8rIIGznKIZnZOPm61UuJUY83Pu5ES9L0FbkAiN0wmZO08jLCUD1YNwL2zHU_KM_Fllzthqr4WJuHZ1JCvZLJR2g5t6_fa1ptzg4eIk9kmcc/s1600/DSCN2160.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561352518185174242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpygG_s4ZSkBZ6NPZBeUewAyqOWEaKzAig8rIIGznKIZnZOPm61UuJUY83Pu5ES9L0FbkAiN0wmZO08jLCUD1YNwL2zHU_KM_Fllzthqr4WJuHZ1JCvZLJR2g5t6_fa1ptzg4eIk9kmcc/s320/DSCN2160.JPG" /></a> Let me assure you that Mark and I are very happily married. And think what you want, but sometimes sleep is just more important! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">That's</span> right he has top bunk, and we love it!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>me and you plus twohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-9246271259100809562010-12-30T14:02:00.000-08:002010-12-30T14:06:14.884-08:00You have your house....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ5p_ItwRrqS1R__22fb9ZNXqHXYOW3f4KC4LFekBvhP7XWtJbh8wrR-3WUWqHojVMJTwilfWjRn2KuBTEFsT94lHRB_YjqSbFrQVBJIC1DcSRFkaV3WrTGaFRo-YYvnS5cJS7w3d_lJ4/s1600/DSCN2136.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556599375775622402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ5p_ItwRrqS1R__22fb9ZNXqHXYOW3f4KC4LFekBvhP7XWtJbh8wrR-3WUWqHojVMJTwilfWjRn2KuBTEFsT94lHRB_YjqSbFrQVBJIC1DcSRFkaV3WrTGaFRo-YYvnS5cJS7w3d_lJ4/s320/DSCN2136.JPG" /></a>and I have mine! Lauren with hers...took me 5 hours to assemble. This doll house will go through two daughters and however many grandgirls I get!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdTNXYjReg0BCKzbudRkkYjwU3yekIhNyEuxmHPngv30Wa3mJhDuqYQN6I2MZn-XEN622bGSMvtk3-T1tHkTf2fqrto1nOFubXd8QbEkCTvC5GOKToR7Pz_PAAzD5kFg7b_iWtPuc7TM0/s1600/DSCN2137.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556599373762640322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdTNXYjReg0BCKzbudRkkYjwU3yekIhNyEuxmHPngv30Wa3mJhDuqYQN6I2MZn-XEN622bGSMvtk3-T1tHkTf2fqrto1nOFubXd8QbEkCTvC5GOKToR7Pz_PAAzD5kFg7b_iWtPuc7TM0/s320/DSCN2137.JPG" /></a> Thomas with his firehouse.<br /><br /><div></div>me and you plus twohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-53612356408070444972010-12-30T13:16:00.000-08:002010-12-30T14:00:53.201-08:00merry christmas, happy birthday, oh and happy anniversaryHappy birthday to my little Princess. Lauren bug is 7!~ I can't believe that. I think I am so lucky to have Lauren as my daughter because when I get grumpy she says "You need to change your attitude momma." And she's right! She is helpful with her kid sister and isn't afraid to speak her mind. At 7, its sorta frustrating, but as an adult I will be grateful she is head strong! :) Love you little one.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbkVVHaxGfSDneTK4UF6Wnaifq7I3aXiV5cxG0tRFsPDnsei5FQ-jpYB1NOzkRaKjXVC_fDXC0mft_ejp4anKk39uHG1QI0LZNwllvWF0gCMctVA46pvrkroonR29hV_HF-X2L6CJKmwg/s1600/398.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556591072638511442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbkVVHaxGfSDneTK4UF6Wnaifq7I3aXiV5cxG0tRFsPDnsei5FQ-jpYB1NOzkRaKjXVC_fDXC0mft_ejp4anKk39uHG1QI0LZNwllvWF0gCMctVA46pvrkroonR29hV_HF-X2L6CJKmwg/s320/398.JPG" /></a>Here comes the holidays! There goes the holidays! Sometimes the stress of it all is overrated but time spent with the family is ALWAYS worth it!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEN_TlsW7_VCIYKlA4gyR87xaypZOA0DMe2oRNwIxtSZvLXlUYMpFBNmE-h7l2sT42EaGm6nwSn6SV-r1kN_kkpyuTTcmUrsbJcq8BcHoQsAOrxHAIzCbjSQ4lX4bel1hxivzQMTQETjI/s1600/DSCN2066.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556591067108680754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEN_TlsW7_VCIYKlA4gyR87xaypZOA0DMe2oRNwIxtSZvLXlUYMpFBNmE-h7l2sT42EaGm6nwSn6SV-r1kN_kkpyuTTcmUrsbJcq8BcHoQsAOrxHAIzCbjSQ4lX4bel1hxivzQMTQETjI/s320/DSCN2066.JPG" /></a> PEACE!~ Good will towards milk.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH2av8mO7R1J27ctSJq2mDMcgGbMhnMtdQKTcee7yuY2t_CZG0_CPOrTaSmLq8g1Zd-guB9amMkEkSE-wvXXP6peNPYNgViuToQVNAljoGRkfHL79ASB2Y-Na4-HmRa6zj036rCV1TzF8/s1600/DSCN2143.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556589112860525714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH2av8mO7R1J27ctSJq2mDMcgGbMhnMtdQKTcee7yuY2t_CZG0_CPOrTaSmLq8g1Zd-guB9amMkEkSE-wvXXP6peNPYNgViuToQVNAljoGRkfHL79ASB2Y-Na4-HmRa6zj036rCV1TzF8/s320/DSCN2143.JPG" /></a> Baby girl - 8 months in her <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Christmas</span> dress soooo kissable!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXYHxJ8vxbZhQbg3kPXbStrfGCamX-1-UyqsHy_zYxyr440iA185bZ_IvAvhyphenhyphenAb89YWAcg6Knq56New6WAYYJS9rIhLRIzOcMJ6oJpEZY_vCmA4r475oGQxn13mx2bHwCgnqLZi3FGhBs/s1600/DSCN2115.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556589105781861138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXYHxJ8vxbZhQbg3kPXbStrfGCamX-1-UyqsHy_zYxyr440iA185bZ_IvAvhyphenhyphenAb89YWAcg6Knq56New6WAYYJS9rIhLRIzOcMJ6oJpEZY_vCmA4r475oGQxn13mx2bHwCgnqLZi3FGhBs/s320/DSCN2115.JPG" /></a><br />My precious nephew, Jacob- I have a feeling this little guy is going to have that smile on his face almost always!<br />So thankful for my family coming to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">visit</span>. It is a long trip, but makes me so happy!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlfsjH1rtPoeEFDF5WIkAvX7g7VhVPaZOj9dKK4U4srqHrWICclfmj1ei-MrSdU874Sg4e1wCVtA9takUVhLlai3FaQfbkwBI1dO2YC7xforFrg-38q1WfOk3-5NHvCPdnHSR98xklgTI/s1600/MOORE-344.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556589098764075842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlfsjH1rtPoeEFDF5WIkAvX7g7VhVPaZOj9dKK4U4srqHrWICclfmj1ei-MrSdU874Sg4e1wCVtA9takUVhLlai3FaQfbkwBI1dO2YC7xforFrg-38q1WfOk3-5NHvCPdnHSR98xklgTI/s320/MOORE-344.jpg" /></a><br />Happy Anniversary- 8 years! When things are good, they are great. And when times are trying and it seems it would be easier to "throw in the towel," I am reminded that marriages aren't perfect, but Mark and I are perfect for <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">each other</span>. I just love him.<br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju4eWMtSLYOnVLtODaNEdBsc08dtbfD5bi3v2toMANTjR1A0wMjzRDYJCGKHup8WFsKWVAWE87cLpDyv9JvDfE_mNPCfJNxEJAsAMPuu3xFXjWT5pPzmC-Luc_B1EwqCYNtLACNjkbxRE/s1600/DSCN2062.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556589095903280754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju4eWMtSLYOnVLtODaNEdBsc08dtbfD5bi3v2toMANTjR1A0wMjzRDYJCGKHup8WFsKWVAWE87cLpDyv9JvDfE_mNPCfJNxEJAsAMPuu3xFXjWT5pPzmC-Luc_B1EwqCYNtLACNjkbxRE/s320/DSCN2062.JPG" /></a><br />And <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">bubba</span> playing Santa! I don't think little boys come much <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">cuter</span> than this one! He filled his pillow case with toys and on his own accord, set foot around the block shouting "HO HO HO."</div><div>2010- has been uneventful, besides two <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">baby's</span> birth- a wedding- a funeral- a reunion- not really much happened! HA-</div><div><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Here's</span> hoping 2011 is peaceful, happy and healthy!<br />God bless us everyone!<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div>me and you plus twohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-40492018560857627182010-10-06T22:02:00.000-07:002010-10-06T22:17:38.791-07:00I have always been timid<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span> So I have always tried to lose weight and as if its some big kept secret thought "I am not going to tell anyone, so then when they see me again they'll be AMAZED at my transformation." WELL THAT DOES CRAP for my diet! I give up <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">bc</span> I think "ah, no one knew anyway. There is no accountability Wheres the cookie dough?" Except to myself accounatble, but SELF we are pretty good at justifying quite a bit. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">hehhee</span><br />SO World in the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">bloggerville</span>, or for my mom whose the only regular reader I have, I am going to try again. I am even going to tell you my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">weight</span>..in my toes. Approx. 4 onces there. But can't lose those so we will start with the hips, then the boobies (that'll come when I am done nursing. RIght now I am a cow-Moo! a happy cow,love getting to nurse ) Then my arms and evetually work ourselves to my tummy. Hips are easy. Once upon a time I use to be able to see my hip bone. I know it exits somewhere down there.<br />I feel I have to say here that my endeavor to lose weight is not one of vanity. I feel good about myself and who I am. I know I am beautiful. I say that with the confidence that I know my Father in Heaven loves me. I know my handsome husband loves me no matter what I weigh. I am confident in the body I have, but not concieded. I just know my worth, and damn it baby I am priceless!<br />I have always been timid- yeah right! bring it on treadmill, because I am coming and H-E-double hockey sticks- is coming with me! Few months from now I will return and report, for now stats are these....<br />(october 6th, 2010-approx. 204) I KNOW- I hide it so well!me and you plus twohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-70548052116781049282010-10-02T23:43:00.000-07:002010-10-03T08:36:57.236-07:00ALL YOU NEED IS LOVEIts almost midnight, I should be in bed, or at least pretending to go to bed. Today was Conference. I love getting to hear our prophet speak, I love the feeling of being edified. I love the desire I have to WANT to listen to church music. I love knowing that I am with my family for eternity. I love that their are all kinds of good hearted people in the world, no matter what faith they may be. I love that I am a mom. I love that I am happy to live in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ajo</span>. I love that my mom and dad love when I come visit home. It will always be home. I love that I know my worth as a daughter of God. I love my Savior. I love my family. I love my husband and his family. See these are the feelings I have in my heart because of conference. LOVE. Isn't that a much nicer feeling than that of inadequency. Old scratch works hard to bring us down and make us think we aren't good enough, but guess what people... I love that I am smart enough, I am good enough and gosh darnit people like me!me and you plus twohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-17275171484465585592010-09-18T13:09:00.000-07:002010-09-18T14:00:14.584-07:00slobber kisses all aroundWanna kiss!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBqnPv3QctNHYp4m2fTbcC8eMNYLssQQlKCAb5Bljxcf0hRA2IHoZm8fHH7N4GKtoOvqU5ZPFlXHydejiJnh5thDo67wv6TrVAwWNV9Mxi9pvMy-EaBFJUFcjFqbcHSnlnHkCBaULm9lY/s1600/DSCN2014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518352932820046226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBqnPv3QctNHYp4m2fTbcC8eMNYLssQQlKCAb5Bljxcf0hRA2IHoZm8fHH7N4GKtoOvqU5ZPFlXHydejiJnh5thDo67wv6TrVAwWNV9Mxi9pvMy-EaBFJUFcjFqbcHSnlnHkCBaULm9lY/s320/DSCN2014.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Sometimes I look at her and wonder if she is really mine? Mine to keep for forever. I am so thankful to get to be a mommy. I count the best three blessings of my life every day in my prayers. I am so thankful to have this time home with them.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKLCenxXUm_u0aSEe3TAFQlEbgg0wTa3LOpPyJpWndgDQi8SDwKI7kUEYQRzdaPh07dig_tsB9rVFxetRCIrx9LtAnq74cIdVappnnC0NZt0sstqdd1qdbW-h6ePDm9e_D8jzgPNhI2lE/s1600/IMG_7578.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518351226234812098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKLCenxXUm_u0aSEe3TAFQlEbgg0wTa3LOpPyJpWndgDQi8SDwKI7kUEYQRzdaPh07dig_tsB9rVFxetRCIrx9LtAnq74cIdVappnnC0NZt0sstqdd1qdbW-h6ePDm9e_D8jzgPNhI2lE/s320/IMG_7578.jpg" /></a></div><div>~I feel like she really likes me too. :)~</div><div>~She loves her <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">bumbo</span> seat- thank you to my good <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">friend Carol</span> for letting me borrow it-you rock!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge-UJjV7VpfOs6aZIIQsiW6UPCI_Jka1GdE6zSci1lLxtWOj_sA60mWF1VlKK9Pu2-IRdxtcQu-VUkYUsnW5Lo_6Kff3cE9_sqoidfowSS41ixVi7c-dWTMeNhf3XNZK3iVTBySUVDLMU/s1600/DSCN2017.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518351210090545858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge-UJjV7VpfOs6aZIIQsiW6UPCI_Jka1GdE6zSci1lLxtWOj_sA60mWF1VlKK9Pu2-IRdxtcQu-VUkYUsnW5Lo_6Kff3cE9_sqoidfowSS41ixVi7c-dWTMeNhf3XNZK3iVTBySUVDLMU/s320/DSCN2017.JPG" /></a> My three monkeys. Lauren is so good with her and helping me. Sometimes Lauren likes to wear glitter chapstick....sometimes I find Kayley covered with glitter kisses! Thomas with his signature sign-Thumbs up dude!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDOCYR6AvMvE_iZuzgAfh1iQGunzxUP1Tm3qHWI3xl6afCCOjd72Netu_VuK81dQ8nKfuSvxUEoiphP6rUmZOtrTR_FxqCM0LUUgyvKp5oHzW5jVlxDk0oBNfIbuldIIEzyOFw5Fai6U4/s1600/the+Moore+crew.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518349697992598962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDOCYR6AvMvE_iZuzgAfh1iQGunzxUP1Tm3qHWI3xl6afCCOjd72Netu_VuK81dQ8nKfuSvxUEoiphP6rUmZOtrTR_FxqCM0LUUgyvKp5oHzW5jVlxDk0oBNfIbuldIIEzyOFw5Fai6U4/s320/the+Moore+crew.jpg" /></a> Taken at Grandmas and Papas house in July 2010. Lauren 6, Thomas 5, and Kayley 3 mo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqXzZ4sgfVh4QWpcwxmzFWHULAoYTH8FSeY_-iv9lpkv0CDtlof_FXgpanWF0xLpz0-BmI5ENSXefcBUtVJaiIqR_RUS2vKyRpLqt_wExWzXCyNpvWw5_tExLrtvFUOqYjIX_cL9hEvU4/s1600/DSCN1959.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518349113556329890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqXzZ4sgfVh4QWpcwxmzFWHULAoYTH8FSeY_-iv9lpkv0CDtlof_FXgpanWF0xLpz0-BmI5ENSXefcBUtVJaiIqR_RUS2vKyRpLqt_wExWzXCyNpvWw5_tExLrtvFUOqYjIX_cL9hEvU4/s320/DSCN1959.JPG" /></a>.....this is Kayley bug at three weeks old or so.....<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvEIOtNIRHV1goIk9jkAo3mA2tawp9IH3HQDiWTxrsG-l4IlfA-HiZcDTPVtMAcQXhYpgaaMbKdHux9j-RwZrWOt6202XteDTLUfay537jlnMuE3LaaONILi_6kkALylwbHU2QIIge1PQ/s1600/DSCN2013.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518349107023810658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvEIOtNIRHV1goIk9jkAo3mA2tawp9IH3HQDiWTxrsG-l4IlfA-HiZcDTPVtMAcQXhYpgaaMbKdHux9j-RwZrWOt6202XteDTLUfay537jlnMuE3LaaONILi_6kkALylwbHU2QIIge1PQ/s320/DSCN2013.JPG" /></a> Here she is at 4 1/2 months old. This is her getting ready to squeal in delight face. Right before her eyes open she makes a squawk noise. And I believe for now her signature move is sticking her tongue out ALL THE TIME! Love my babes.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>me and you plus twohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-72817368072370423582010-09-03T23:36:00.000-07:002010-09-03T23:36:01.421-07:00Mindy Gledhill - Anchor<object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/4AWRHBHDVlQ/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4AWRHBHDVlQ?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4AWRHBHDVlQ?fs=1&hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>I like this singer. Not usually into Indie music, more of a reba type gal.But this is so cuteme and you plus twohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-63071678675478029432010-09-03T22:46:00.000-07:002010-09-03T22:49:45.022-07:00Immense LOVE~Tonight I came home and ranted and reved bc I had little black beetle bugs all over, annoyed. Kayley was crying, thomas was crying, even the DOG was crying. But my sweet husband just let me have my dark cloud and waited for it to pass. HE is always so good to me, even when I am a a not so fun wife to be around! He bathed the dog and took care of kiddos for me. Love him.me and you plus twohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-67167727749045333992010-07-21T13:49:00.000-07:002010-07-21T13:50:36.781-07:00gggrrrr blogger- Cameras broke and I can't seem to update my background......somedayme and you plus twohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-70759571401901791002010-07-06T12:23:00.000-07:002010-07-06T12:33:19.443-07:00busting with JOY~I wish my camera <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">wasn't</span> broke, wish I could capture in physical evidence the joys of my heart. Last night we sat around a fire in my parents back yard while Lauren curled up in a blanket on my dads lap and Thomas curled up in one on my moms lap. I came inside to feed Kayley and then heard spontaneous clapping. I walked to the window to look out onto the dark flickering shadows, to see my parents clapping and cheering on Lauren and Thomas while they "flew" around the yard pretending to be butterflies, only to run into the arms of my mom and dad and their "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">cocoon's</span>." All laughing and having fun. COMPLETELY FILLS MY HEART WITH JOY. These are the moments why I make the ten hour trip to come home so often. I feel so blessed to have such fun loving parents who are still such joyful little kids at heart~me and you plus twohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-63923059190116006402010-06-09T13:39:00.000-07:002010-06-09T14:14:10.207-07:00just some pics for grandma and PapaThomas was so happy about his loft bed, he drew a picture of himself on it waving hi<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4-FPzikiYMLP-k3B8QVqHJxZnUYxMsixhE_2-VRV68zlN5uQ7LeQBFtcZLcupojo1HM4G-suqtJKGQKideNJnCh8yVD-oo2MdixjzrrLLurBFOCXH9ocUoGXDohsCGI8MXGmch_r1jvA/s1600/DSCN1978.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480877040961464370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4-FPzikiYMLP-k3B8QVqHJxZnUYxMsixhE_2-VRV68zlN5uQ7LeQBFtcZLcupojo1HM4G-suqtJKGQKideNJnCh8yVD-oo2MdixjzrrLLurBFOCXH9ocUoGXDohsCGI8MXGmch_r1jvA/s320/DSCN1978.JPG" /></a> Lauren my little "daisy" girl scout got her badges at a banquet. Here she is with her friends. Thank you to all who bought cookies from her...esp. grandma and grandpa <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Swenk</span> who bought 25 boxes!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKOgJQZG2Fx_m7VTEx6dsjIbuHRglY9nFVHpWVjV-hmcXbfGyZq3ynRzNE_pE-YMnvQhYmxHfd4HAMBWdbl3rDU8UQsuKIwpNxkcVvBd8DKldInE-kJOo-T41XhbmNOdyKJ5RtmkKHmDM/s1600/DSCN1971.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480877035403731394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKOgJQZG2Fx_m7VTEx6dsjIbuHRglY9nFVHpWVjV-hmcXbfGyZq3ynRzNE_pE-YMnvQhYmxHfd4HAMBWdbl3rDU8UQsuKIwpNxkcVvBd8DKldInE-kJOo-T41XhbmNOdyKJ5RtmkKHmDM/s320/DSCN1971.JPG" /></a> And then my Kayley Joy love bug. These are some of the pics my friend took of her for me. LOVE THAT SMILE~ makes the sleepless nights worth it.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3R73eJRCwtpi63xQVL4tSIXtMmepmmnhdaUVYCC3ijWgKGvX4nSOy_ILMDbgddf2Lx8-K2uNEElmJfN5ui9XWNsiWdWuQLm8Nbz3YHEwtuL4sHrULRiwC4KCjEPh0BAO_V0QARnAoj2o/s1600/smile.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480877026409339010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3R73eJRCwtpi63xQVL4tSIXtMmepmmnhdaUVYCC3ijWgKGvX4nSOy_ILMDbgddf2Lx8-K2uNEElmJfN5ui9XWNsiWdWuQLm8Nbz3YHEwtuL4sHrULRiwC4KCjEPh0BAO_V0QARnAoj2o/s320/smile.jpg" /></a> She looks just like Lauren did on her blessing day....same dress and head band too :) Dad~ I thought of Grandma alot on that day. When I had Lauren she told me she wanted to buy her blessing gown. Now both of my daughters got to wear it....a pretty dress from Great Grandma.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijWBr7Xi_7yUI8jR8_Zd_dz0XFxxszYiiXV8QL5JhEMgzQNaDIGtS94BZ0YyPvW6dAvsQ_rLQj_Vu0kYSjv9bRNNQKYKFS6NTjWmrBNROt5x6umQfxzlhaEnu8bK0PTitGgwnXV7nnBDo/s1600/IMG_7477.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480877019369562322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijWBr7Xi_7yUI8jR8_Zd_dz0XFxxszYiiXV8QL5JhEMgzQNaDIGtS94BZ0YyPvW6dAvsQ_rLQj_Vu0kYSjv9bRNNQKYKFS6NTjWmrBNROt5x6umQfxzlhaEnu8bK0PTitGgwnXV7nnBDo/s320/IMG_7477.jpg" /></a>This one is my favorite. You would think we posed her little hands like that, but nope, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">that's</span> just how she laid them......she's a delicate little flower. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPQAzbQVatK4HOq7UyCmU4rumQ_9kTeWGz3GJoMZHO8X0yT2nG6dOb-gXyPn9DABB8KCFosVA0Tl-nxzB9oXSljjKPtbRBpwo7sPbpuroyvkYVNO8Fq37vh5nOsmAEBJriPQUJJRSy4Ek/s1600/IMG_7633.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480877010351125362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPQAzbQVatK4HOq7UyCmU4rumQ_9kTeWGz3GJoMZHO8X0yT2nG6dOb-gXyPn9DABB8KCFosVA0Tl-nxzB9oXSljjKPtbRBpwo7sPbpuroyvkYVNO8Fq37vh5nOsmAEBJriPQUJJRSy4Ek/s320/IMG_7633.jpg" /></a> So excited to get to come see you soon Grandma and Grandpa~ get your kiddie pool ready!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>me and you plus twohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-21077371557708209792010-06-07T12:41:00.000-07:002010-06-07T12:45:03.705-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhax1TZwiFuNXb8KkqoBTKiMIwi2BGJ566xlgCDV-k1ZW07odF0zsiSXKL5JbmNtAUucg7gDhGyG5GVy7ePL8FKNK3Cejc432rinmTW3LH1AJihp28ecsF0eT8CIcvUeTORo2EAkIFlTho/s1600/DSCN2004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480119403381763010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhax1TZwiFuNXb8KkqoBTKiMIwi2BGJ566xlgCDV-k1ZW07odF0zsiSXKL5JbmNtAUucg7gDhGyG5GVy7ePL8FKNK3Cejc432rinmTW3LH1AJihp28ecsF0eT8CIcvUeTORo2EAkIFlTho/s320/DSCN2004.JPG" /></a> I love being this mans wife! Baby Kayley Joy was blessed on Sunday. I felt such gratitude in my heart for getting to be married to my sweet husband who honors his preisthood. My kiddos are so lucky, as am I.<br /><div></div>me and you plus twohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-87367819705501780162010-06-05T11:03:00.000-07:002010-06-05T11:22:11.736-07:00Disneyland and the beach!My lucky kiddos recently got to go on vacation with their cousins, aunt and uncle and Nana and Papa to Disneyland and the beach! They had a blast<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJAdbYlpdFowWWBFGPpVnHBUcXAfSWx4lPwA9dk-XXln6KLBCw__dEJ2OeVha3MQ5lvxn-uloZF1Xhd3f7zH2f6HbCY0bXRyL7af2zP0J5dzN30qEaIRj101GUtWwGiI8MDX2vcuGDEjI/s1600/469.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479353926862670434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJAdbYlpdFowWWBFGPpVnHBUcXAfSWx4lPwA9dk-XXln6KLBCw__dEJ2OeVha3MQ5lvxn-uloZF1Xhd3f7zH2f6HbCY0bXRyL7af2zP0J5dzN30qEaIRj101GUtWwGiI8MDX2vcuGDEjI/s320/469.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5wILH0LB4e0KWeNdkMZUzeUQ8uZAdpxbBCxCZGjBHgXISg92IJnI1BzlnG06XFQML4p987J5CcVORpRJNe7eoLjDGofDhnEjzJ2Psw1Wvtr6R35acujMjmMPDevVmve8TzTNptlU1XdU/s1600/466.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479353916422024738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5wILH0LB4e0KWeNdkMZUzeUQ8uZAdpxbBCxCZGjBHgXISg92IJnI1BzlnG06XFQML4p987J5CcVORpRJNe7eoLjDGofDhnEjzJ2Psw1Wvtr6R35acujMjmMPDevVmve8TzTNptlU1XdU/s320/466.JPG" /></a> lady bug, lady bug fly away home<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAjPBhUn6bMXq92LDJDyVy_u2Ks3d9B-Tge7iktf2Qg8Pyrtj9ANCy8f1JfQp6ItyoHxn8raXe7MV0h5CUHhz7B2qNSBW_dCBqaY5jEgMVUXLhqM-sdHFyJ6ZAmXdePY-TsFYOJKeIzz0/s1600/513.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479353908737653586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAjPBhUn6bMXq92LDJDyVy_u2Ks3d9B-Tge7iktf2Qg8Pyrtj9ANCy8f1JfQp6ItyoHxn8raXe7MV0h5CUHhz7B2qNSBW_dCBqaY5jEgMVUXLhqM-sdHFyJ6ZAmXdePY-TsFYOJKeIzz0/s320/513.JPG" /></a><br />This is what happens after a long fun day in the sun! He's so cute<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ZOMq1Ijy8WhK8Jz08t0DVOih5jxBoLfdZofpsqhVApJpLdk38p_2Phxmp6gtyeiuu85l3ljKMFaOx8eWu6GfpTs4TiCT9gGWaJc8m1GdFLNOEa1SMZZ1TRfe_1Wi5IIVWDexMQQDGIg/s1600/386.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479353008439721474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ZOMq1Ijy8WhK8Jz08t0DVOih5jxBoLfdZofpsqhVApJpLdk38p_2Phxmp6gtyeiuu85l3ljKMFaOx8eWu6GfpTs4TiCT9gGWaJc8m1GdFLNOEa1SMZZ1TRfe_1Wi5IIVWDexMQQDGIg/s320/386.JPG" /></a> All the cousins. Yep, Lauren is the only princess there. We needed another girl for this brood :)</div><div><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Quade</span> (surprised he doesn't have a leash back pack on) Ben, Lauren, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jarett</span>, and Thomas.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIsILcpJrJMKt4uLNHq-QLErIi9Ej4dmSTbqkh0BTiHoZLFs_SsTlB-GWzCvteJQ6YtDOsLSgkpZ7sYJkyahoYaVmj4eqA84GQkSdjvkM8OvWoHX7l7uPP2g4XoH_w8-3_s6Eib3WXykY/s1600/515.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479352997152610146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIsILcpJrJMKt4uLNHq-QLErIi9Ej4dmSTbqkh0BTiHoZLFs_SsTlB-GWzCvteJQ6YtDOsLSgkpZ7sYJkyahoYaVmj4eqA84GQkSdjvkM8OvWoHX7l7uPP2g4XoH_w8-3_s6Eib3WXykY/s320/515.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsu0K0IlTLIOn9UgrI3bCc9kdNXcFsb0DIF5LaLPemG8WHzwvFwBN-j41wKqETAbE5XvB0hlmqWbBnpJQOKdewsRF45cfGJmCK7tYwrnG1YIaVNp7tFngRyGWucjVX6g4eoMrSMVgNv4Y/s1600/453.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479352988055210738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsu0K0IlTLIOn9UgrI3bCc9kdNXcFsb0DIF5LaLPemG8WHzwvFwBN-j41wKqETAbE5XvB0hlmqWbBnpJQOKdewsRF45cfGJmCK7tYwrnG1YIaVNp7tFngRyGWucjVX6g4eoMrSMVgNv4Y/s320/453.JPG" /></a> Getting <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">chauffeured by her cousin Jarett!</span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioAe4od1_WXY93iJqLdzqtNI954dYtLLzfTF4YZdBDrAp_8G1jf7B_5PcblAgtjghJGwcJLqXzJgES-s9VgmnrXK2AMNBC5BlNBr8wumXmWagadrr5D901XFH9Mq9R2fx1I2ywfvuVrWY/s1600/420.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479352981701328274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioAe4od1_WXY93iJqLdzqtNI954dYtLLzfTF4YZdBDrAp_8G1jf7B_5PcblAgtjghJGwcJLqXzJgES-s9VgmnrXK2AMNBC5BlNBr8wumXmWagadrr5D901XFH9Mq9R2fx1I2ywfvuVrWY/s320/420.JPG" /></a> Bubba pulling the sword out of the Stone.....<br />Laurens favorite part....meeting her favorite princess dressed up just like her! I still can't figure out who had more fun here....Nana or Lauren?<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiniCNDJOpGznrezhywz1eWPRkQHKmA1wAnPTuyZ0zBD3jXu697dOgRkck9xOEUaZr_3-Fe4tZ3OWtZhyphenhyphen8w1P3MMtPV3FV_Xp4bTLn7AKfGMuMjaBi72TRmw5Zw1MeAnlnxNVJlG3lN0OM/s1600/428.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479352972355127234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiniCNDJOpGznrezhywz1eWPRkQHKmA1wAnPTuyZ0zBD3jXu697dOgRkck9xOEUaZr_3-Fe4tZ3OWtZhyphenhyphen8w1P3MMtPV3FV_Xp4bTLn7AKfGMuMjaBi72TRmw5Zw1MeAnlnxNVJlG3lN0OM/s320/428.JPG" /></a><br />Thank you Kelly and Dennis for taking them along. They loved it, and I loved the staycation I got...But I was ready for them to come bcak home after just one day :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>me and you plus twohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-63218525470747438052010-06-01T09:06:00.000-07:002010-06-01T09:22:08.617-07:00Whats on my mind?Today I am thinking about what an awesome husband I have! I said one day "Love, I'd like to get the kiddos loft beds sometime." And he said "I will make some." And I thought OK...that means sometime in a year,I'll organize their rooms. BUT GUESS WHAT!? He got them done in 2 days!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjezUePFYtOFgvL_ksqTQTlYW7tAWsIjSUM8-MZLuvxpZ3xRyW91Aa3FkfbU9cMgFJEMsCjWF9j5JZDMxIFM_V8YNQ8JK1rFudediEI63N4FIiGV9mjF4_rW9bZvETl50c-QcyAKfGg_8Q/s1600/DSCN1950.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477838328728812738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjezUePFYtOFgvL_ksqTQTlYW7tAWsIjSUM8-MZLuvxpZ3xRyW91Aa3FkfbU9cMgFJEMsCjWF9j5JZDMxIFM_V8YNQ8JK1rFudediEI63N4FIiGV9mjF4_rW9bZvETl50c-QcyAKfGg_8Q/s320/DSCN1950.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrsouerLoOCMKZWoSICc9ol9k3bBGUxPiqen6FivUoWR60RS654gUBpJ8csNc4JvP36c9JMjR0OOldpZnVrSQG2S-SM8ltZVzsAVOx5TIHS5bvnVDeMJIj5bKg0xjr7xzRge_2KKcNK-U/s1600/DSCN1949.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477838316645514706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrsouerLoOCMKZWoSICc9ol9k3bBGUxPiqen6FivUoWR60RS654gUBpJ8csNc4JvP36c9JMjR0OOldpZnVrSQG2S-SM8ltZVzsAVOx5TIHS5bvnVDeMJIj5bKg0xjr7xzRge_2KKcNK-U/s320/DSCN1949.JPG" /></a><br />Pretty sweet ~Good job, and I am sorry I lacked the faith :) So now I am thinking today how lucky we are to have Dads<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJtgH8QehamCpfgY-dEETI2VAtwMYTUteVapQHnAbFIVIXvsHWvZkXpNazfxbPYc9z6vXGF4wy45F19MTk-2AxxF9hFtwR6T0_wwRYgnxYe_uACx4C8u4PEOboveFeHxZbQd6nQpiTzkg/s1600/DSCN1947.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477838311894802978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJtgH8QehamCpfgY-dEETI2VAtwMYTUteVapQHnAbFIVIXvsHWvZkXpNazfxbPYc9z6vXGF4wy45F19MTk-2AxxF9hFtwR6T0_wwRYgnxYe_uACx4C8u4PEOboveFeHxZbQd6nQpiTzkg/s320/DSCN1947.JPG" /></a> They take us fishing! Have you ever seen a happier boy!?<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9bENhCFaOCVSJfq_iiOVYCcfcB2m-uB4h3A3OCbQO7xiPORXt-4zxLDSY_cgYQbOEIEaRgNUxeA5xWO8sfR1k2MS6c8ombzo7BYiw9vPMOzDmiPev8OvQi49bwp_jpknEprSwE_R3jlc/s1600/DSCN1965.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477838296120095826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9bENhCFaOCVSJfq_iiOVYCcfcB2m-uB4h3A3OCbQO7xiPORXt-4zxLDSY_cgYQbOEIEaRgNUxeA5xWO8sfR1k2MS6c8ombzo7BYiw9vPMOzDmiPev8OvQi49bwp_jpknEprSwE_R3jlc/s320/DSCN1965.JPG" /></a> They cuddle us...and we really look up to them.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGKkggxpUI_kj54B4vMLFqW6RgRQE6JxJQHxRHrKJ7hLeL_3Wu5L6ECNJm1K0sxNBCLfsOBXBbGaCdMLnAub2ItNjrVHH3Ive6pFz4Y5e1CJWtbXuQ_woPghIPgt8Z-Mceu-Ax88wY1R4/s1600/DSC02913.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477838290269680034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGKkggxpUI_kj54B4vMLFqW6RgRQE6JxJQHxRHrKJ7hLeL_3Wu5L6ECNJm1K0sxNBCLfsOBXBbGaCdMLnAub2ItNjrVHH3Ive6pFz4Y5e1CJWtbXuQ_woPghIPgt8Z-Mceu-Ax88wY1R4/s320/DSC02913.JPG" /></a> And in thinking about Dads, I had to add this pic. of my dad. I just love him!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>me and you plus twohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281noreply@blogger.com3