tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53343794013404255682024-02-07T00:09:15.312-08:00Desert DreamersHolliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09124685429849096969noreply@blogger.comBlogger217125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334379401340425568.post-69138219152652519252012-03-12T08:31:00.004-07:002012-03-12T14:22:08.696-07:00"Dad, why did I get diabetic?"This is the question Urban asked after poking his finger to test his blood for what seemed to be the millionth time a couple weeks after being diagnosed. The tone of his voice was so soft and sweet it just about severed my heartstrings. He wasn't complaining or whining, he was simply curious as to why it happened. How do you answer something like that? I tried to give a short physiological explanation the best I could in a way he could understand because that's how my mind works...I'm very black or white. Then Jared looked at him and told him that sometimes things like this just happen to people who are strong enough that Heavenly Father knows they can handle it and make the best of it. Urban seemed satisfied with that. He said "okay" and continued eating his snack. I quickly left the room so I could cry alone.<br /><br /><br />ALONE! That one little word best describes how I have felt since January 26th. Kind of ironic seeing as how I live in a house with 7 people, a dog, a cat and the 3 additional kids I have in my home 3 days out of the week. In fact, very rarely am I actually all by myself...probably never really. Unless I shut myself in the bathroom to cry. But even then someone usually comes busting through the door at some point.<br /><br /><br />So let me back up a bit. Urban (4 years old) and Delilah (2 years old) were both diagnosed with type 1 diabetes on Thursday, January 26th. I've been wanting to blog about it because writing is very therapeutic for me, but I haven't been able to gather my thoughts enough to clearly convey how I feel. I've written this post a dozen times, then deleted it. I have so many emotions running through me and I don't want to upset or offend anyone or appear like I think this is the worst thing to happen to anyone, ever. Trust me, I am well aware that this is not at all the case.<br /><br /><br />Anyway, back to the diagnosis. We suspected that something was wrong back in October or November. Urban was showing some of the signs. By the way, for awareness sake, some of the signs are excessive thirst, frequent urination, fatigue/drowsiness, irritability (aren't all 2 & 4 year olds moody?) etc. "Lucky" for us, since Jared is also a type 1 diabetic (diagnosed when he was 6) we're very familiar with the signs and also have all of the supplies to check blood sugar. We've always periodically checked our kids' blood sugar levels anyway because quite frankly I was a bit paranoid that one of them would be diabetic. At least all that worrying wasn't for nothing. When we check one of them we just check all 3 to be safe and fair. At this time Addison's was right in target range, between 80-120 and Urban & Delilah were both in the 300's. So I called their doctor and we got them in the next day for an A1C, which checks the average blood glucose level over about a 3-4 month period. Well, their blood tests came back normal and their doctor said the high numbers at home were probably attributed to the fact that we had eaten dinner not too long before testing them. Jared and I were not satisfied. We both felt like something was going on. As I said, we are both very familiar with the disease and while we are by no means experts, we do know our kids and something wasn't adding up. So we kept a close eye on them the next couple of months and still checked their blood from time to time.<br /><br /><br />Fast forward to that awful Thursday in January. I was out & about doing some running around with the younger kiddos while Addison was at showstoppers. When I got to showstoppers to get Addison, Urban told me he had to go to the bathroom. We went inside so he could pee and I noticed he was already wet. Well, luckily we were on our way home anyway. Despite already having gone in his pants, he still had to go. On the way home he told me he needed to go again, so I stopped at a store so we could run in for a potty break. Then between there and home he said he had to go again & couldn't hold it. At this point we were just a few blocks away. As soon as we got home he ran inside to pee again, for the 4th time in about a half hour period. Once I got in the house I just looked at Jared and said we need to check his blood. We got out the meter and checked all 3. Addison's was perfect as always. Urban's blood was in the high 400's and Delilah's just said "hi" which means it was over 500 because that's as high as the meter goes. Jared and I looked at each other. We knew. There was no doubt this time, no explaining the high numbers away. They are diabetic. But both of them, at the same time...how is that possible? I kept trying to convince myself that it couldn't be right. What are the chances? We went straight to the ER since it was after hours. The doctor got some information from us then said that it seems very unlikely for both of them to have this happen at the same time. While we were talking the nurse tested their blood with their high-tech machine and showed the results to the doctor. The two of them exchanged a glance that said it all. Yes, they have diabetes. Both of them. Both of their levels were in the mid 500's. A few more blood tests were done to confirm the diagnosis and they got all of our paperwork sent over so we could be admitted into Primary Children's Hospital in Salt Lake for the weekend.<br /><br /><br />Jared & I finally broke down. Even though we knew, having it confirmed felt like someone socked us in the stomach as hard as they could. Jared felt guilty, like it's his fault since he's diabetic. I was devastated. I always felt like I would have a diabetic child. I didn't think I would have 2 or that they would be so young or that it would happen at the same time. Not that having it happen at the same time is any worse than if they were diagnosed years apart, it's just a huge shock! It's actually probably a blessing. Let's call this blessing #1. Sadly, I have to keep reminding myself that we have seen so many tender mercies throughout this whole ordeal. At least we got both of their hospital stays out of the way in one weekend. Jared slept in Urban's room with him and I slept in Delilah's room with her. We could go back and forth as much as we wanted, but they kept the kids separate so they didn't get their records & supplies mixed up and so they didn't feed off of each other if one of them was freaking out about a shot or getting a finger poke or something. Addison was able to stay with my sister for the weekend which was another huge blessing. Blessing #2! Addison and her cousin Avery are the same age & BFF's. They all made her feel like she was on a fun vacation rather than feeling like we didn't have time for her that weekend or like the other 2 kids' needs were more important than hers. It was essential to me that she felt special, but I'll talk more about that later.<br /><br /><br /><span jsid="text" class="commentBody"> A friend of mine left a comment on my Facebook page that I hadn't really even thought of but it is very comforting. She said "at least they will be able to help each other out, when they get a little bit older</span>." I never thought of the positive side of having 2 diabetic children. Let's call this blessing #3. Each of them will always have a friend who knows exactly what they're going through. They'll be able to sympathize with one another, comfort one another, share their frustrations with one another and stick up for one another. Siblings are truly such a special blessing. Not to mention, we probably would have never picked up on the signs with Delilah if we were not already concerned about Urban. She is still so young that I don't pay much attention to how much she drinks. She spills half of the liquid out of her cups most days anyway. Whereas I noticed how thirsty Urban constantly was. He was always asking for something to drink or going to the bathroom to fill up his cup with water. Also, since Delilah is still in diapers it's not as easy to determine how often she pees. It's pretty obvious when your 4 year old disappears to go to the bathroom 5 times within an hour. I don't even pee that much when I'm pregnant!<br /><br /><br />Along those same lines, it is a blessing for them to have a diabetic father and me a diabetic husband. Look at that, we're already up to blessing #4! When we say we do things around here together as a family or not at all, boy do we mean it. =) As much as I wish that none of them had this awful disease (ugh, I hate that word...let's call it a chronic medical condition, shall we? As if that's any better!) what a wonderful support system they have in each other. Jared has been my rock. I would be an even bigger basket case if this was completely unknown to us. We already had so much information programmed into us. We just had to fine tune it to fit the specific needs of our precious little ones. He was never afraid to just get in there and do what had to be done. I was afraid to give them their shots at first. It didn't help that Lilah cried every time I did it. She was fine if it came from a nurse or daddy, but I think it just hurt her little feelings that mommy would dare do such a thing. I was still in a bit of denial while we were in the hospital. Neither of the kids were eating much and they're still in their honeymoon phase (which means they're pancreas' do still produce some insulin some of the time) so they didn't need much insulin or they kept going low. I kept telling him that maybe they're not diabetic or at least one of them. Maybe they were misdiagnosed. After all, we couldn't really have 2 diabetic children, right? He would very lovingly assure me that of course there is always a chance, but not to get my hopes up. Once we got home and they got their appetites back and I saw their numbers going all over the place, any hope of a misdiagnosis was gone. I must now come to terms with our new lives.<br /><br />This is getting depressing. Moving on to blessing #5. We caught it early. We have A LOT of diabetes on both sides of our families. From parents to grandparents to aunts & uncles to cousins. Both type 1 and type 2 diabetes run around our families like crazy. Now this is not the blessing, mind you. I've already talked about how familiar we are with the d-word, but I didn't count it as a blessing. We are very blessed to have caught it early. Some kids are sick for months or have to stay a very long time in the hospital because they have gone undiagnosed for so long. This can cause serious long term damage to other vital organs. Luckily, we were a bit hyper-sensitive about the matter and caught on right away. B-L-E-S-S-I-N-G! Not only that, but our understanding support system just multiplied exponentially.<br /><br /><br />Now I don't want you all to think I'm over here sitting on my high horse because I'm so wonderful that I just look at the positive in everything. WRONG!!! This is so not the case. I have to make a conscious effort to focus on the blessings otherwise I find myself wallowing in self pity. Some days I can't bring myself to be positive. Some days, quite frankly, I don't care what the blessings are. This sucks beyond anything I can explain in words. And sometimes I think the negatives far outweigh the positives.<br /><br /><br />Remember earlier when I said I feel alone? Seems quite impossible now doesn't it? What, with the hundreds of diabetics I seem to be in contact with. You'd think I have a pretty good grip on things. Well, educationally I do. I pretty much understand the ins and outs of this. I still like to research & read up on things. But I haven't quite figured out how I'm supposed to act or feel. This has broken me down in every aspect of my life. Physically, emotionally, spiritually and mentally I am broken & exhausted. I feel like I'm not allowed to be upset by this because I am so familiar with it and already surrounded by it. Like it shouldn't be hard for me. But it is hard and I am upset and it's not okay. No parent wants to find out that something is wrong with their child, no matter what it is.<br /><br /><br />Then I feel bad because I get irritated at the stupid things people say. I know they're trying to help and the things they say probably aren't stupid, I'm just sensitive and emotional. I KNOW that it could be worse. I AM grateful that it's not something like cancer or a heart condition. I REALIZE that it's not a death sentence. I KNOW that my kids can live long, happy, healthy lives as long as we take care of it properly. No, I COULD NOT HAVE prevented this by having my kids on a no sugar diet before hand and I CANNOT cure it by having them on one now. YES, IT IS A BIG DEAL having 2 of my kids diagnosed even though I already have a diabetic husband. It's not really a "the more the merrier" type of thing here. And NO, I DON'T CARE about your diabetic cat! I know I sound horrible and I'm sorry. My intent is definitely not to offend. I'm just trying to be real.<br /><br /><br />As a mom I think of EVERYTHING that goes along with this. Not just the medical side of things. I have not slept well since we found out. In the beginning I was waking up around 2 in the morning to check their blood sugar levels. Now that they're more controlled I don't really need to check their blood in the middle of the night but I still wake up fearful that maybe they've gone low. Jared can usually feel when his blood sugar is going low but sometimes when he's in a deep sleep he doesn't wake up. There have been about 10 times in our marriage when I have woken up to him convulsing beside me. His blood sugar has gone so low that he shakes uncontrollably and is not able to talk or move to get himself something to eat, or do anything at all. Let me tell you, it scares the hell out of me. I have to force juice or something into his mouth to bring him out of it. I am terrified that this will happen to my children one night. Only I won't be lying next to them to notice. I stay awake thinking of how this will effect them in school, during puberty with their hormones going crazy, Urban on his mission, Delilah when she's pregnant. I think of the conversation they'll have to have with their future spouses telling them that there's a good possibility one of their own children will be diabetic because apparently we have a freakishly strong genetic link in our family. I know they'll be fine and I know that all of these things will work themselves out but I can't help but worry & stress. I know as time goes on my concerns will no longer keep me up at night. By then we'll have new things to worry about I'm sure. But for now, I'm the mom and my heart breaks a little every time they get a finger poke or a shot because I know this is not how life should be for them. They'll never know life a different way. They're so young that this will always be "normal" for them. But <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I</span> know that a child should not have to put so much care & effort into staying healthy. Urban can already check his blood all by himself and Lilah just needs a tiny bit of help. I haven't been brave enough to let them do their own shots. Luckily they haven't asked yet. They are such troopers. They are handling everything so well. Better than me I think<br /><br /><br />Addison is such a huge help as well. I think about and worry about her just as much. Of course we are so grateful that she is not diabetic. She's also said how glad she is that she doesn't have to do shots. This is blessing #6. At least not all of them are diabetic. Truthfully, if one of them was to be spared it's probably best that it's Addison. She doesn't seem to handle pain & sickness quite as well as the other 2. She's a bit of a drama queen. I know that Heavenly Father is mindful of this because she is my most healthy child. She rarely gets sick and this is a blessing. I still worry about how she's handling everything though. I know in her little 6 year old mind she's not thinking "boy, I'm sure lucky that I don't have this chronic medical condition" she's thinking more along the lines of "man, the other 2 sure are getting a lot of time spent on them and a lot of attention from mom & dad and everyone else". I really don't want her to end up resenting her brother & sister for something they have absolutely no control over and would give up in a second if given the choice. I know this can happen among siblings. It's probably the issue I'm most concerned with at the moment. I will not let this happen if I can help it. I am determined to make her feel just as special and loved as Urban and Delilah...because she is. We've taken her on a couple dates with just mommy & daddy and she got to have her ears pierced while grandma was along. She has been faking being sick & acting up a little bit in school but we're getting a pretty good handle on it. It's nothing major and I know it's just for the attention. It's all been since that dreadful day in January. <br /><br /><br /><br />My greatest blessings by far are #'s 7,8 &9. Which are really my number one. Addison, Urban and Delilah are the reason I appear to be handling things so well. They are amazing. Above all, I feel so, so very blessed to have them here on earth with me regardless of their medical conditions. I am so blessed to have their love even when I make so many mistakes. I'm sure I am messing them up royally, but for now they don't seem to notice and love me anyway. They teach me lessons of gratitude, kindness, patience & love every day. They also drive me a little crazy every day, but hey, at least I have something to blame my insanity on. ; )<br /><br /><br /><br />Despite my earlier complaints, a lot of good has been done & said. We have such wonderful friends and family. I definitely do not have a shortage of kind, comforting words, listening ears, shoulders to cry on or hands that are willing to help in any way they can. Enormous blessing #10. Included in this list are Jared's parents who dealt with all of this 25 years ago with their youngest son. Eventually I'll get around to thoroughly educating everyone around us so they can properly care for my kids in my absence. But for now, a lot of worry & fear is alleviated knowing that these 2 are well prepared to watch after my kiddos. Jared and I have needed our date nights lately and we even got away for an overnight stay at a hotel in Salt Lake one weekend. They even carried on the tradition Jared's aunt Peggy started way back when he was diagnosed of the coveted prize bag. Every time they were poked or injected they got to pick a prize out of the bag. This lasted about the first week or two while they were adjusting to everything just to get over the initial shock & fear of it all. In no time at all they were old pros. Addison got to pick a prize too, for being such a big helper.<br /><br /><br /><br />Blessing #11-When Jared was first diagnosed in 1986 he received a Priesthood Blessing from his grandfather. In this blessing he was prompted to say that Jared would not have this disease his entire life. I hold onto hope that one day my children and husband and everyone else who has endured this trial will be free from it. My faith has been a huge strength to me. I know that one day they will have perfect bodies with a functioning pancreas and no calluses on their fingers or hard nodules under their skin or blood spots from finger pokes & injection sites. What a beautiful thought.<br /><br /><br />I know that the blessings in my life are innumerable, but sometimes it's nice to jot down some of the less conventional ones. It helps to keep things in perspective.Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09124685429849096969noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334379401340425568.post-58173212246203442262011-10-06T13:22:00.000-07:002011-10-06T13:35:46.535-07:00Halloween crafts<div><br /><div>Something about the fall season really brings out my crafty side. I don't know why I feel the need to attempt to turn into Martha once the weather starts to cool down. Now you must understand, I have a major love/hate relationship with crafting. I am absolutely in love with the idea of being a crafty person but the fact of the matter is no matter how hard I try...I'm just not!</div><br /><br /><div>Having said that, I still like to pretend every once in a while. So here are two things that I've done recently that I'm pretty happy with. They're much cuter in person. I have got to get a better camera and learn how to take pictures just for the sake of blogging. (That sounds reasonable, right?) They were both super quick and easy. A 3 year old could do them. In fact, my 3 year old helped me with both of them. Actually, he's 4 now...did I mention we've had a couple of birthdays around here. Probably not since I haven't blogged in about a year. More on that later...</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>Anyway, here they are</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660479632241568594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd0QHlFmjr_gTOgMfhYRQFP8urv-0N2gowHErkPD1e2ALFxjc_qx-5narg6HNyeFMNG-K0J8d2mU9usToovKa4P5QhhslXc8opYXxcZefTYZEKyWD_5HjDgI17VdvEvmm6I55vLnE6AQaQ/s400/153.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660479629241686978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKdrQZ1dm3i3R8uL5AC08op3y-oYXrFtVrfO8Ybp67QSeC1FKH8a8id7QpwgXyrNAyT9JS6w-nkD31taHdJdEcFgKfxfl-4A37r3Z1pWOQaqyHKBQxuVcDt1D90rezxAPWavar_kcevSkw/s400/152.JPG" /></div></div><br /><br /><p>Hmmm, now that I see it in a picture I hope the wreath looks Halloweenish and not like I'm a huge Cincinnati Bengals fan. Maybe I'll make a blue & yellow one for my Chargers. =)</p><br /><p></p>Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09124685429849096969noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334379401340425568.post-66488558044751627222011-05-25T09:04:00.001-07:002011-05-25T09:16:46.700-07:00Does this girl know how to accessorize...<div align="center"><strong><em>OR WHAT?!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610685778243654114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaD474gDXoWwMkzSregHAnH4jDWk8XzHj_9jbatLbF23AjlRD0TGzrqfgfy81jOMoROjQxctykoTEEzOKNcKoOlN05etakGWXPeIeF8_it3YuHb131qzPRxvOZz19wMD4pS1Lquv5D7lEf/s400/191.JPG" /></em></strong></div><br /><br /><p>That fabulous green scarf around her neck is a pair of Addison's underwear (I sure hope they're clean) and apparently the new trend for spring is simply to dangle a bra down the front of you instead of a tie. GENIUS! Move over Versace, this little fashionista is making her way to the top.</p><br /><p></p><br /><p>The funny thing is, she was so proud of her look. As soon as I grabbed the camera she smiled all big and ran to this chair where she posed so pretty for her picture. Such a cutie.</p><br /><p></p><br /><p>Perhaps I should nominate her for What Not To Wear.</p>Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09124685429849096969noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334379401340425568.post-65927780517402243682011-04-27T17:56:00.000-07:002011-04-27T18:15:07.437-07:00quarters & ice creamI was at Walmart today with the kiddos when a little old man came walking up to us and started digging in his pockets. He told the kids that he was going to give them some money so they could buy an ice cream cone. Then he asked them if they like ice cream to which they responded with vigorous head shaking. He started to hand them 4 quarters then handed them each one more and told me that it was to account for inflation. Addison politely said "thank you" while Urban excitedly yelled "money!". Then the man looked up and saw Delilah in the cart, apparently he had not noticed her before. He started to hand her 5 quarters as well then turned to me and said "I'm going to give this straight to her so she doesn't feel left out, but then you'll need to take it away from her because she may put it in her mouth and choke". How cute is he? Delilah just looked confused...she could barely hold on to five quarters without dropping them out of her little hand. I kept trying to thank him and tell him how kind he is but he just went on his merry way. <br /><br />What a sweet old guy. He reminded me of my dear Grandpa Martin. He always wanted to take us grandkids out for ice cream cones and gave us whatever change he had in his pockets. <br /><br />Once we left Walmart I took the kids to Mcdonald's for a kid's cone. They're pretty excited that they get 4 more since they only cost 25 cents each. Who knows, we may splurge and get a big one next time. =)Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09124685429849096969noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334379401340425568.post-23989842514365302742011-03-01T17:01:00.000-08:002011-03-01T17:05:56.442-08:00Every day this month!It's March 1st and I've got the fever! No, not Bieber fever but Spring fever. I know we've still got our fair share of cold weather & snow to endure but I long for the days of sunshine & warmth. Today was a pretty day. Very bright & sunny and not too cold outside. It filled me with hope that winter will not stay forever. <br /><br />Well, winter is not the only unwelcome guest around these parts. My home has turned into a disorganized, chaotic mess! It's been this way for quite some time. I just don't even know where to start. I can't figure this house out...I don't know what to do with it. I don't know why it's so difficult but it is and I can't stand it any more. Seriously, this house is going to drive me to the looney bin. I think I'm already well on my way.<br /><br />A home should feel clean, peaceful, welcoming, comfortable, happy & harmonious. I don't feel like our home is any of those things because it's in such disarray.<br /><br />So my goal for the month is to accomplish one task or project every single day. Something that will help to organize, de-clutter, maximize function or beautify my home. This can be as simple as purging old baby things, going through a junk drawer or clearing out the junk room. Yes, I have an entire room devoted to junk. It started out as a craft room but has since turned into a crap room. Everything I don't use any more or don't know what to do with gets thrown in there. Some things may just take an hour and some may take a couple of days but no matter what, something will get done every day. It just has to. I want to enjoy my home again.Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09124685429849096969noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334379401340425568.post-44533533888006064362011-02-24T13:17:00.000-08:002011-02-24T13:27:20.624-08:00Just because it's funny...<div align="center"><strong>I PITY DA FOOL WHO MESSES WITH ME!</strong></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKgTrLHHgIBucKms9fGBSTheJcCPjE0LqIxm248aSovSG5LIdBrwcHKGZZR2YcocDuiS28-mBNHSEQeljIAlGdSUiZMHbLDIywgf1a61j9lJi9tx1WTc6b7N0B_5aJ9YJCB9mdUPAJUKz8/s1600/069.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577368638329299314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKgTrLHHgIBucKms9fGBSTheJcCPjE0LqIxm248aSovSG5LIdBrwcHKGZZR2YcocDuiS28-mBNHSEQeljIAlGdSUiZMHbLDIywgf1a61j9lJi9tx1WTc6b7N0B_5aJ9YJCB9mdUPAJUKz8/s400/069.JPG" /></a> I laugh hysterically every time I look at this picture. I think I'm just easily amused, but it CRACKS ME UP! I figured I'd post it for anyone else who would like to chuckle at Delilah's stink face.Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09124685429849096969noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334379401340425568.post-29518389976595950632010-12-31T08:14:00.001-08:002010-12-31T08:50:59.891-08:00Summertime<div align="center">"Summer, summer, summertime (ooh summertime)</div><div align="center">time to sit back and unwind" thank you Mr. Will Smith</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"><br />I do love summertime, especially here in Utah. The weather is so nice and it stays light pretty late so you lose all track of time just surrounding yourself with family and doing what you love. We had a great summer this year. Even though we stayed close to home we packed a lot into it.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br />Our nephews Brady & Garett came from Phoenix to spend about 3 or so weeks with us in July. It was so fun having them around. We took them to Lagoon which was also the first time our family had gone.</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUgpe_mM3qXEzQyceoSb9RJgRSyTfU_jb1Jn0b4afHDSTEchbdSyh6Zv-TQEv_ePB4oqeEh21Vs1vOGtqgBiKMOsOnkXJGxr9kZh_Qr5O4v8v0jCrDVmQCmxqy2S9Ms7U3OVa23YPzlNqu/s1600/084.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556884155614092338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUgpe_mM3qXEzQyceoSb9RJgRSyTfU_jb1Jn0b4afHDSTEchbdSyh6Zv-TQEv_ePB4oqeEh21Vs1vOGtqgBiKMOsOnkXJGxr9kZh_Qr5O4v8v0jCrDVmQCmxqy2S9Ms7U3OVa23YPzlNqu/s400/084.JPG" /></a> I felt so bad, I lathered all the kids up with sunscreen and accidentally got it in Lilah's eyes. That's why they're all red & puffy. They were so sensitive for the rest of the day. oops!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxOnJy2NjdwrueutljqPIpV8rFvEDdDSppxoW6jGds6ie1Y0aTrpKIMnHyaFG96iIJEiv5lbLi9jHbeSczCHmcZoKRWNi27IilrcF8zklZ3dSuRXuQEUsOToDZ4GBD5NU0jb1HDh7j5ngh/s1600/092.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556883776839917490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxOnJy2NjdwrueutljqPIpV8rFvEDdDSppxoW6jGds6ie1Y0aTrpKIMnHyaFG96iIJEiv5lbLi9jHbeSczCHmcZoKRWNi27IilrcF8zklZ3dSuRXuQEUsOToDZ4GBD5NU0jb1HDh7j5ngh/s400/092.JPG" /></a>Addison & Urban got to go on all the kiddie rides and absolutely loved it. I wasn't sure how Urban would do, I thought he might get scared, but he did great. He just kept asking to go again.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6qxzyTcB1x1yK4QOh_KSS-l9rcd4wF0EJryX_6iSfL_1Kg-s-zlB1ETK7XthZpdYgJZbbRgLXFXjxUJfB12YW0rgMdrpvwDJOekDjskCcaIl0c0aKxCW3X4KzX0kienAg7tvp65fpKqiF/s1600/101.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556883774612339794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6qxzyTcB1x1yK4QOh_KSS-l9rcd4wF0EJryX_6iSfL_1Kg-s-zlB1ETK7XthZpdYgJZbbRgLXFXjxUJfB12YW0rgMdrpvwDJOekDjskCcaIl0c0aKxCW3X4KzX0kienAg7tvp65fpKqiF/s400/101.JPG" /></a> I liked the rides with 2 steering wheels. Urban put the smack down on Addison a couple of times if she got to be in front or if she had a steering wheel. He's such a stinker. Oh he makes me so mad sometimes.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz_do4GM1n7MdV-P61ASktaxOYRdR3RhoqV6UpkKDqxGVNYdLET3do_AP5HH9dmo8dJtyACDxC6noYeFyoITIdJuRVh2peg4oiInerNDC2X8oENB50-r9mrJ2zjzDxypFpKfJNILfkMFw2/s1600/103.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556883763277941106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz_do4GM1n7MdV-P61ASktaxOYRdR3RhoqV6UpkKDqxGVNYdLET3do_AP5HH9dmo8dJtyACDxC6noYeFyoITIdJuRVh2peg4oiInerNDC2X8oENB50-r9mrJ2zjzDxypFpKfJNILfkMFw2/s400/103.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicihnK7qgk_fiO20wwPMS56S7UM4QDnc-ZawFkQHJR1rJCD_2xKqNBsBBUrTpyqxCp7J0kGToR73EN27P42OYDAEj1DE3fubbIEaRQXQQG97IZvi6h6Ce5YxHrSACUO498mEl6fAymkM6y/s1600/121.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556882691483520018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicihnK7qgk_fiO20wwPMS56S7UM4QDnc-ZawFkQHJR1rJCD_2xKqNBsBBUrTpyqxCp7J0kGToR73EN27P42OYDAEj1DE3fubbIEaRQXQQG97IZvi6h6Ce5YxHrSACUO498mEl6fAymkM6y/s400/121.JPG" /></a> Lilah & I just took a little snooze in the shade while everyone else played at the water park for a little while. Nice & relaxing.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIUpRoTXWiweipn9N5cKookq8aVaMUaT1_MZ6OcizmmIvClc95P8dxU6IsVfQWkJVUCmNAbFB1YGdbcNfw97znnuhysEcF1R6VMSjyEP1IgKxWaHHbpysuQRasgDrxwOp80moCDpfwClec/s1600/122.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556882684673967714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIUpRoTXWiweipn9N5cKookq8aVaMUaT1_MZ6OcizmmIvClc95P8dxU6IsVfQWkJVUCmNAbFB1YGdbcNfw97znnuhysEcF1R6VMSjyEP1IgKxWaHHbpysuQRasgDrxwOp80moCDpfwClec/s400/122.JPG" /></a> Brady (left) was a perfect roller coaster companion for Jared. They both love the high-flyin', loopty-loo rides. They even talked Garett into going on a few with them. They both had little teeny-bopper girls following them around the park. Brady & Garett I mean, not Jared...that would just be weird. =)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo1bix5ugS17ILoctbDLJ4L_6EqdA5e-xvH9GImAOdjMZcLLuJpUyfKYghk-ljskwa_yIPF2WU6aNYumROeTqAP61IOKkJ-rbAoZ0ze4vSW23__ZrgbDc-fYMNH8VTQsL7ilYPorZOYPie/s1600/123.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556882679967442258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo1bix5ugS17ILoctbDLJ4L_6EqdA5e-xvH9GImAOdjMZcLLuJpUyfKYghk-ljskwa_yIPF2WU6aNYumROeTqAP61IOKkJ-rbAoZ0ze4vSW23__ZrgbDc-fYMNH8VTQsL7ilYPorZOYPie/s400/123.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAu_zh0gTNtzIgUI1aKhtbJZDyEEfoMiTVH9hsXZk3x2fsQ6wR3V4aRFDscVWgrqfxOdD1sVq39xlkmiwrSlWgwsgx6c538i9UKqL4lXf0P7bvJ2oi6RHgL3eb493TxfuohV41n_zEfbiV/s1600/135.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556881541420570114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAu_zh0gTNtzIgUI1aKhtbJZDyEEfoMiTVH9hsXZk3x2fsQ6wR3V4aRFDscVWgrqfxOdD1sVq39xlkmiwrSlWgwsgx6c538i9UKqL4lXf0P7bvJ2oi6RHgL3eb493TxfuohV41n_zEfbiV/s400/135.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Qp376GEsCAQpPM0GZFEYZYv2l2W_H7Hvxck6LW_w0hc2Xn94qEoTNBVHCEfkiFwDwgrtJeviX498OrSAYNDA3V0CtGb6NiQX6ReqE01HTU7hMS76FfNL-qesxva-iXNRZ9t9Oz_ma3T9/s1600/139.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556881535740985458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Qp376GEsCAQpPM0GZFEYZYv2l2W_H7Hvxck6LW_w0hc2Xn94qEoTNBVHCEfkiFwDwgrtJeviX498OrSAYNDA3V0CtGb6NiQX6ReqE01HTU7hMS76FfNL-qesxva-iXNRZ9t9Oz_ma3T9/s400/139.JPG" /></a> Jared took the boys back to Lagoon a couple of days later because we had bounce-back passes. I can't really remember what else we did while they were here. I know there were trips to music stores (they're both really into music & playing the guitar), carnival, mall, movies, games (board & video), lake and that's all I can think of at the moment.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAdzuejiWS5uHwePGzi2V23Cn2h3Yil4b7II1_I0lIOazkzF2pjxvilZZMJ3uq309_lhzMH87WqbJUda9_SYT9ExR0Pw6l5sBPmUiusrgbhTLaJPjAAb1NianVq-z4gFlzQA8poZiG7kkr/s1600/144.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556881516105353682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAdzuejiWS5uHwePGzi2V23Cn2h3Yil4b7II1_I0lIOazkzF2pjxvilZZMJ3uq309_lhzMH87WqbJUda9_SYT9ExR0Pw6l5sBPmUiusrgbhTLaJPjAAb1NianVq-z4gFlzQA8poZiG7kkr/s400/144.JPG" /></a> I miss all my nieces & nephews so much. I'm so glad these 2 were able to visit. They're welcome back any time along with all of the rest of them. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09124685429849096969noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334379401340425568.post-68323290362839346932010-12-30T21:37:00.000-08:002010-12-30T22:58:34.828-08:00Pioneer Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTtAKnkbfKrPv3rIGSclyij1yrYVC5nmr6U0B86p23FhO1IPdRivTUsU8JYdq5aeXxFmueEMczxlsxQqtc3s0rAyhyphenhyphenaHqnp5NuVtWQ2NwRiMXVSJju4kESdSo7FhpGKOCQxB5Wt595UU7O/s1600/202.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556729127068674530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTtAKnkbfKrPv3rIGSclyij1yrYVC5nmr6U0B86p23FhO1IPdRivTUsU8JYdq5aeXxFmueEMczxlsxQqtc3s0rAyhyphenhyphenaHqnp5NuVtWQ2NwRiMXVSJju4kESdSo7FhpGKOCQxB5Wt595UU7O/s400/202.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheK7_GidhyNw9emXP1YcEPk3mqMu4qs7Z9KoR18mmzTrPBT-tE173yc816zb-VWiJz5fNV_FbWJhY7YmMx4o4FKuE4chO7aG3KdA1dKe9EoLcFiqnefXrbWUtqN57y1VvrAL7sWd3K65hx/s1600/205.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556728424989643362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheK7_GidhyNw9emXP1YcEPk3mqMu4qs7Z9KoR18mmzTrPBT-tE173yc816zb-VWiJz5fNV_FbWJhY7YmMx4o4FKuE4chO7aG3KdA1dKe9EoLcFiqnefXrbWUtqN57y1VvrAL7sWd3K65hx/s400/205.JPG" /></a><br /><div><br /><div>We spent the day at the lake on Pioneer Day. We had so much fun, the kids loved it. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguIVp4TWphpOrUJmTbXAiAndc-R1a3o-ppsiz9t-h5MuseIKhVW-EqC-RU6ePc5SkKMWm08ZagKEghEniJPOL3Z3vAV95gbZillu_IRL3frZqHgIDxxUwfH4g9tdyyJdUM0mtHOduykIcU/s1600/209.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556728420513005298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguIVp4TWphpOrUJmTbXAiAndc-R1a3o-ppsiz9t-h5MuseIKhVW-EqC-RU6ePc5SkKMWm08ZagKEghEniJPOL3Z3vAV95gbZillu_IRL3frZqHgIDxxUwfH4g9tdyyJdUM0mtHOduykIcU/s400/209.JPG" /></a><br />Lilah just chilled in the shade most of the day while the rest of us took turns keeping her company.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTany-gqqQZXtCJJdbKUzv1axLu82HjOjTfYuU1IBLIAmNOSH1tQSiKIp8ZHdIpzU6kUCUwBtUUCjR6A6xPpxpYCszdQtL_u2c2cC2bp0v81r9VPHMDF_lHzTqXreOor3zwQW2T-WRYbvb/s1600/210.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556727258801193602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTany-gqqQZXtCJJdbKUzv1axLu82HjOjTfYuU1IBLIAmNOSH1tQSiKIp8ZHdIpzU6kUCUwBtUUCjR6A6xPpxpYCszdQtL_u2c2cC2bp0v81r9VPHMDF_lHzTqXreOor3zwQW2T-WRYbvb/s400/210.JPG" /></a><br />Here's Brady making a sand castle.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCBEkGE63U-w5Fjdayvih_CZoo6Is1GGi-zLhTnThbCdYFLObPko_rfIE1xtuMJY_PUbQuquga8PXdG0n0nkLL0HEaBZP8XaXHjl4Tvsto6eNfBuADFewRH5IyXLILGoURPq91BRBeFXC4/s1600/211.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556727257240877026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCBEkGE63U-w5Fjdayvih_CZoo6Is1GGi-zLhTnThbCdYFLObPko_rfIE1xtuMJY_PUbQuquga8PXdG0n0nkLL0HEaBZP8XaXHjl4Tvsto6eNfBuADFewRH5IyXLILGoURPq91BRBeFXC4/s400/211.JPG" /></a><br />Jared & Garett taking a break from dunking each other.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjohdvPySGxb5oLDQVdKHgJOddDOX3YgC7i7CnTvqBmgBN704Gc8LMizLW-_AbXaQmmdfUItyODT_g-cYe9yV5IlfINuQdrEzQY1VbZK3xDt2WgdmckfObthPyA2OOFEZvkf_Cq6n8S6U05/s1600/213.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556727247833758418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjohdvPySGxb5oLDQVdKHgJOddDOX3YgC7i7CnTvqBmgBN704Gc8LMizLW-_AbXaQmmdfUItyODT_g-cYe9yV5IlfINuQdrEzQY1VbZK3xDt2WgdmckfObthPyA2OOFEZvkf_Cq6n8S6U05/s400/213.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzs9-j5ZMRTegWTA6POjq0ht2GOKLsvlNk17KiMdYvSXFP50K7Pzx40tzx_4-_TFed1M3LKIssTaoauPrfnA9SqEG-XYBcQtFW2m6oocNLMz4CPXF22lJX0nCZCCbJyIxy6LgS8xN80An4/s1600/214.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556726240261999650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzs9-j5ZMRTegWTA6POjq0ht2GOKLsvlNk17KiMdYvSXFP50K7Pzx40tzx_4-_TFed1M3LKIssTaoauPrfnA9SqEG-XYBcQtFW2m6oocNLMz4CPXF22lJX0nCZCCbJyIxy6LgS8xN80An4/s400/214.JPG" /></a><br />Addison would not get out of the water and she just kept going further & further out.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBFBv36hCZhkGBqvfz5VnZUHQu3twmYXZ6kPxP4C49Ouosy8_6WzU6BJ7QeO2J6WNhsov-14yMlIjIsdowP874_9o1l2nNlzbSqrxvN2gUz8Um9Rh30ozQX-2j5Hvd-Alx84B4yhcU9iVB/s1600/219.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556726235295911042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBFBv36hCZhkGBqvfz5VnZUHQu3twmYXZ6kPxP4C49Ouosy8_6WzU6BJ7QeO2J6WNhsov-14yMlIjIsdowP874_9o1l2nNlzbSqrxvN2gUz8Um9Rh30ozQX-2j5Hvd-Alx84B4yhcU9iVB/s400/219.JPG" /></a><br />I love Urban in just his swim trunks. He's so cute.<br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9hxGXvbI8MKJKmTKNq8VBp2L4FsN7VmSNil0dk4Px6Z280VlJfVwwcZWQ0xNhqi5cX3DvGj8kKNAi6Y8SMWp7YtputaLqpzSS3P2fmtOp1JKYF9GUOj01MxjRidDOikZP3GNJ-ksqd_a9/s1600/222.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556726224807937426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9hxGXvbI8MKJKmTKNq8VBp2L4FsN7VmSNil0dk4Px6Z280VlJfVwwcZWQ0xNhqi5cX3DvGj8kKNAi6Y8SMWp7YtputaLqpzSS3P2fmtOp1JKYF9GUOj01MxjRidDOikZP3GNJ-ksqd_a9/s400/222.JPG" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3x5-_ZyIisNLCSd7eHemNS1OQyDDksYzbAROhI2Jy38owovCjFNt3_Ekc_-FcAey7maVK31XynXpy6MBzHjAvuNIfFIpqrmieh2RJRs0SY_CWcs5QBhSBHxO2duxzWFnVhGN1ei1xHeBb/s1600/226.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556724530750290242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3x5-_ZyIisNLCSd7eHemNS1OQyDDksYzbAROhI2Jy38owovCjFNt3_Ekc_-FcAey7maVK31XynXpy6MBzHjAvuNIfFIpqrmieh2RJRs0SY_CWcs5QBhSBHxO2duxzWFnVhGN1ei1xHeBb/s400/226.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1TXfvBseprK7TguGsIuSqapkVi9XEKjLn_sb3VGYTSlDAhEnyJvPhQk1Skdr-B50FX-dVTClfvOnVAwuwlhjoObNj874f9ue1bFySlyRJIQsiIegIH_icPIMgEpETkZDkDQlvL7NLypn-/s1600/230.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556724519937403570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1TXfvBseprK7TguGsIuSqapkVi9XEKjLn_sb3VGYTSlDAhEnyJvPhQk1Skdr-B50FX-dVTClfvOnVAwuwlhjoObNj874f9ue1bFySlyRJIQsiIegIH_icPIMgEpETkZDkDQlvL7NLypn-/s400/230.JPG" /></a> <div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>This picture makes me laugh. I was trying to get the scenery in the background and happened to catch this dad throwing his kid in the water. It kind of looks like he's floating through air.<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPQ2YNj-3YhX9kbX7wU4rx2zJEhw42oReGmE-jwfEoZEhUzFwOFQ1I16i75t2xRHjkTr4Z4FItKxdHJnK1MLv0e4gjm1GEUXyS4ur_rUKE5Ip6nF4i6_-VOQyyXeHdT-GKlu0AVGVT6P-r/s1600/233.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556724513721512498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPQ2YNj-3YhX9kbX7wU4rx2zJEhw42oReGmE-jwfEoZEhUzFwOFQ1I16i75t2xRHjkTr4Z4FItKxdHJnK1MLv0e4gjm1GEUXyS4ur_rUKE5Ip6nF4i6_-VOQyyXeHdT-GKlu0AVGVT6P-r/s400/233.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb5BtnK_502I34VSZfgPY21mKdXxg1l-_YrFduXzhBsHZpvZErSAR85L-17lGJa5OI05Pg309IAX6BH4sEqfc1tMmGJ4vhaNQyhypouVJo73TkezbMQ806aiCnrx6F7BZ9J7jyyDgYKvOT/s1600/235.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556722998926159058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb5BtnK_502I34VSZfgPY21mKdXxg1l-_YrFduXzhBsHZpvZErSAR85L-17lGJa5OI05Pg309IAX6BH4sEqfc1tMmGJ4vhaNQyhypouVJo73TkezbMQ806aiCnrx6F7BZ9J7jyyDgYKvOT/s400/235.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Later that night we went home to once again have our own little firework show.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7UjJE4xCmNah-70tdw6NY1JdgNz-VF60kiE9LKSY1js5CRdPPuA6lnCW6NZmVfCaMJGWOPysV9q9ANNz_Hzn8PH9PfWlpJeLH3zH1LqJPchROJ7OCsh2abGOGhA8ybTQzLtmGSGFPEwTY/s1600/237.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556722991347715970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7UjJE4xCmNah-70tdw6NY1JdgNz-VF60kiE9LKSY1js5CRdPPuA6lnCW6NZmVfCaMJGWOPysV9q9ANNz_Hzn8PH9PfWlpJeLH3zH1LqJPchROJ7OCsh2abGOGhA8ybTQzLtmGSGFPEwTY/s400/237.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2QqGrquVL1ButtrZCEBd93VN29QP6An5QD2jByMM-VFQB0vA-Dki6lNeIhW-DPNugXXh6oerBMHbMoM8Qyx9uDT5Nk9no2uKVUOrMr8hfFpU7NgTiSRdJDo7tdWrxrZ5FwW3LdG1MP6wN/s1600/239.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556722986715305186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2QqGrquVL1ButtrZCEBd93VN29QP6An5QD2jByMM-VFQB0vA-Dki6lNeIhW-DPNugXXh6oerBMHbMoM8Qyx9uDT5Nk9no2uKVUOrMr8hfFpU7NgTiSRdJDo7tdWrxrZ5FwW3LdG1MP6wN/s400/239.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgtm9NgCZsOJBrhj-YCvBuEy8zSNgqjXaV4urofdnDPU4my4w0jaYR09CEx0uP7D6BGf-HyHYB4thb4mvnYOWjabc4aMHXDvzumSIW2LvMvk1ya_750JgfBX_HApsAvA-d8mIacVsE1nYT/s1600/243.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556722130254204066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgtm9NgCZsOJBrhj-YCvBuEy8zSNgqjXaV4urofdnDPU4my4w0jaYR09CEx0uP7D6BGf-HyHYB4thb4mvnYOWjabc4aMHXDvzumSIW2LvMvk1ya_750JgfBX_HApsAvA-d8mIacVsE1nYT/s400/243.JPG" /></a><br />Eating snacks while watching the show. This is SO Urban. If there's food around he's pretty much oblivious to anything else going on.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggSVmXWkwixrdkF82phlUVkWUzcxky6Ecn8TFngUUD8AHH2k5OEIFgPREuMcHJvpGCdqElaOUVbtRgFAvARGrFM-E7XvIcDiiUBwG5X1x6b04vXm3pU0GoZJ7jvpLJ4PJNkprkppV9IwyV/s1600/247.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556722125117166242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggSVmXWkwixrdkF82phlUVkWUzcxky6Ecn8TFngUUD8AHH2k5OEIFgPREuMcHJvpGCdqElaOUVbtRgFAvARGrFM-E7XvIcDiiUBwG5X1x6b04vXm3pU0GoZJ7jvpLJ4PJNkprkppV9IwyV/s400/247.JPG" /></a><br />I got Brady to do a little sparkler dance for me.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgam-G7ztLsS8S72y_Erl4rXrAeeLtr5wwrhmgm-i-_OV_MmGXpYFtWGARJ8HSL_z9aQa7wVt3Mzjl2QMzPw8eJ9BU3UyV8QP8YDjIZ7ZzR9eeinCkuRHSnkMwL9aQS1Lcx7RAahBbDNxDa/s1600/253.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556722119986978946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgam-G7ztLsS8S72y_Erl4rXrAeeLtr5wwrhmgm-i-_OV_MmGXpYFtWGARJ8HSL_z9aQa7wVt3Mzjl2QMzPw8eJ9BU3UyV8QP8YDjIZ7ZzR9eeinCkuRHSnkMwL9aQS1Lcx7RAahBbDNxDa/s400/253.JPG" /></a><br />Garett wasn't going for it.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4VJJobn_RE8J6GI2VwpF8jrOHBBEntMqruznzW_FfNIBz8louqrDIJYurm7rGcFLujDpImEW1zBMvyTMdXNwVJFdd2tNsNCk_hhklndvT-dibPA9dCGFs6gKFmvEmbcf41wCRsJQXwhSi/s1600/255.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556720437012715394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4VJJobn_RE8J6GI2VwpF8jrOHBBEntMqruznzW_FfNIBz8louqrDIJYurm7rGcFLujDpImEW1zBMvyTMdXNwVJFdd2tNsNCk_hhklndvT-dibPA9dCGFs6gKFmvEmbcf41wCRsJQXwhSi/s400/255.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicPkfg5JiqrEHaxF5xmR_nTSGjA715VftpJEcxBJq1Cl5kcKkiKrL16R52CbhyphenhypheniQzrM0RGMTxUBbXH6IfvMKKMbp8gIWrGqUcGX_D8YzZSBTPjSVEB_ihHytbJsvLttAaaUT4cHsjOFCwa/s1600/258.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556720432525492994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicPkfg5JiqrEHaxF5xmR_nTSGjA715VftpJEcxBJq1Cl5kcKkiKrL16R52CbhyphenhypheniQzrM0RGMTxUBbXH6IfvMKKMbp8gIWrGqUcGX_D8YzZSBTPjSVEB_ihHytbJsvLttAaaUT4cHsjOFCwa/s400/258.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir4z88wfdUDrXwabXY6xzG5viEKNz4nBpb5M2xsTJqT-6uda_gqmHUe44Mbfm2NB4VCC4AbzXo6DL1oxe5zQXqMMw_icLcg2y95eXNbPzfOs4N9WS16XAjX7_BIYN4TZGhocf4sFk4nDyw/s1600/259.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556720426767248962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir4z88wfdUDrXwabXY6xzG5viEKNz4nBpb5M2xsTJqT-6uda_gqmHUe44Mbfm2NB4VCC4AbzXo6DL1oxe5zQXqMMw_icLcg2y95eXNbPzfOs4N9WS16XAjX7_BIYN4TZGhocf4sFk4nDyw/s400/259.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09124685429849096969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334379401340425568.post-1612812868088760802010-12-30T15:44:00.000-08:002010-12-30T16:27:49.931-08:004th of JulyI love the 4th of July. It's a low stress, relaxing holiday full of perfect weather, yummy food, fun fireworks, a beautiful reason to celebrate, and marvelous family & friends.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAlg-svjfV9sdpdFVXEtZfQ_sJqMW2LJOb9b90MSvS2ZPOzai49x8jtGqDv46nKZeOa4T6AQqrkgcKYgsypnccxbsmfZNBU8ME7BpgoliTK4yo4yzfdlMFejEEGrouMkGBforFXAperKTA/s1600/044.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556629055266519890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAlg-svjfV9sdpdFVXEtZfQ_sJqMW2LJOb9b90MSvS2ZPOzai49x8jtGqDv46nKZeOa4T6AQqrkgcKYgsypnccxbsmfZNBU8ME7BpgoliTK4yo4yzfdlMFejEEGrouMkGBforFXAperKTA/s400/044.JPG" /></a> We spent most of the day at my sister's house. We played soccer, cooled off in the kiddie pools & had a BBQ. Once it started getting dark (which is pretty late in our neck of the woods) we lit off some fireworks. Of course sparklers are always a favorite among the kids. They kind of make me nervous though. The thought of my kids holding a stick of fire, especially around Addison's long hair, scares me a bit. They all did great though and had tons of fun. =)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsbsoAgDSE1qkpBAhT4Nm9PNZPinz800v0g2k9JV4ojVLMBOKZdMGm2xSXYZHhEdm8bm0h7tvzOw4eNR51UeKWdKTpd1FQJ16KoCCEqjCvttDpY__Vnuf16BrAZ7jD1o4RGQHBfMjO4bMZ/s1600/050.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556629051529476178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsbsoAgDSE1qkpBAhT4Nm9PNZPinz800v0g2k9JV4ojVLMBOKZdMGm2xSXYZHhEdm8bm0h7tvzOw4eNR51UeKWdKTpd1FQJ16KoCCEqjCvttDpY__Vnuf16BrAZ7jD1o4RGQHBfMjO4bMZ/s400/050.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ8GsBToLt6OFQcI6LQb95ZjcQG-rAgvaF0AMSI5yL3dJzfyxrqFm_kODWCMieNcCJy0JDbLznGi8WFDZXwQwtRfho8MojAj_HNXNCSdkykjhO3dCDYlgd9M0gToBlef1fEhzOgLXcV3tn/s1600/053.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556628396482827010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ8GsBToLt6OFQcI6LQb95ZjcQG-rAgvaF0AMSI5yL3dJzfyxrqFm_kODWCMieNcCJy0JDbLznGi8WFDZXwQwtRfho8MojAj_HNXNCSdkykjhO3dCDYlgd9M0gToBlef1fEhzOgLXcV3tn/s400/053.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzXrChU0OQLMV3MHzqCkmsz5HDpgALnLyCFTkthzxQsMvd0xR8LZ6ZVtKE3hH_EJsiJqn_08qLM0LBk14LigT8bDaU0uNUUfEsDQjO6zWhZ10bI2hNhlxbLnof5-iYZZ_CUkMKGZBJpPjU/s1600/055.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556628392177901218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzXrChU0OQLMV3MHzqCkmsz5HDpgALnLyCFTkthzxQsMvd0xR8LZ6ZVtKE3hH_EJsiJqn_08qLM0LBk14LigT8bDaU0uNUUfEsDQjO6zWhZ10bI2hNhlxbLnof5-iYZZ_CUkMKGZBJpPjU/s400/055.JPG" /></a> Hmm, I'm kind of liking the blonde. Maybe I'll go back.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVyMCU2NNUcS3BE8mlNaQ88OPaMeI7IOqC-lkC7WjYUGbh6LtqXdSkqPcvBZgiDlDAB2XC4Ok79CIHMArfhX1sPOxLHRFjs8B05O7vCnzhjyRa_7ol3iRYZIVZQ1xAkuQPs6Vy4a8l-TAX/s1600/060.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556628383376900722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVyMCU2NNUcS3BE8mlNaQ88OPaMeI7IOqC-lkC7WjYUGbh6LtqXdSkqPcvBZgiDlDAB2XC4Ok79CIHMArfhX1sPOxLHRFjs8B05O7vCnzhjyRa_7ol3iRYZIVZQ1xAkuQPs6Vy4a8l-TAX/s400/060.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGhpcHDVAKtpuoxHNJ4W5JRlsOjo3iRstMcZl0JqVSDoDdxvGJE-7u_DH8Lq2MpgX91wGBlCWA2lyQKcjwVmeCSIiqT1iN5YZVnOqmESCo0QYLq-n-_CzNCcUIdmjPUiJPFzo4SYnya9fM/s1600/061.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556627462805288034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGhpcHDVAKtpuoxHNJ4W5JRlsOjo3iRstMcZl0JqVSDoDdxvGJE-7u_DH8Lq2MpgX91wGBlCWA2lyQKcjwVmeCSIiqT1iN5YZVnOqmESCo0QYLq-n-_CzNCcUIdmjPUiJPFzo4SYnya9fM/s400/061.JPG" /></a> Only Heather could look this cute acting like a complete spaz!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAaY0VECw11KhFd15Mw_Q5JLsK65vRq10vM34npcCOlmIXwBCS57gJmOz7LPfMiZTflYmcoMkCc-Fu4ndvR1YT4-KfyPmF3BY6sJAVRUKY3dwgwMLIwrIZFhQjViTAb85509apep-GszKs/s1600/062.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556627453513102834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAaY0VECw11KhFd15Mw_Q5JLsK65vRq10vM34npcCOlmIXwBCS57gJmOz7LPfMiZTflYmcoMkCc-Fu4ndvR1YT4-KfyPmF3BY6sJAVRUKY3dwgwMLIwrIZFhQjViTAb85509apep-GszKs/s400/062.JPG" /></a> I guess I was wrong, Addison looks pretty darn cute too! We told her she had to dance like Aunt Heather if she wanted to do any more fireworks. She was a little embarrassed. When we were looking back at these pictures she insisted that they must have been doing a rain dance to put out the fires. It does kind of look like it.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiqt0g4gTfYRoYhBqNWM-dabcvdwUfDxWzIrdi7UfhLeEuyeKlFp9YGhK3GTjs5dlAPGUa4Y-PDddDFBVm2oJE8AteDVWbXOUeNTwkxpMQqdM3exU7DxGWYyIS1yj_jkqSmmTaM6b_ViOC/s1600/071.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556627446955743762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiqt0g4gTfYRoYhBqNWM-dabcvdwUfDxWzIrdi7UfhLeEuyeKlFp9YGhK3GTjs5dlAPGUa4Y-PDddDFBVm2oJE8AteDVWbXOUeNTwkxpMQqdM3exU7DxGWYyIS1yj_jkqSmmTaM6b_ViOC/s400/071.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2I3mNEfXKC60iBpTmdsbpPQXIeJXwzK11woAA9tbEqZk75624SmvT9gB1Vyz1285YvNBplgKmDm3hdNZXHqw2kwq9Kv81n5POKJH1QlfnWp5cujbbclv8SC6O61MCtcbLwwxOFzmWT4AZ/s1600/073.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556626636021228258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2I3mNEfXKC60iBpTmdsbpPQXIeJXwzK11woAA9tbEqZk75624SmvT9gB1Vyz1285YvNBplgKmDm3hdNZXHqw2kwq9Kv81n5POKJH1QlfnWp5cujbbclv8SC6O61MCtcbLwwxOFzmWT4AZ/s400/073.JPG" /></a>This must have been the next night. I don't really remember but I think we had a few left over sparklers & fireworks so we finished them off. Urban looks ready for bed already. I miss his longer hair...so cute.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicZhQJj7EhdRQjqyGFXRs85Uy-uI1ixrDaKCJKbtwyuWgVe4ezgadhyKKoWDxtQX6e1ExTCN0G8QxddSpgkWyR3vkvmYWTOEiaI8DUPQlZ76lBECB6aZMJX68zIOJnADEFRAeU5M12ZNxw/s1600/075.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556626632596183026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicZhQJj7EhdRQjqyGFXRs85Uy-uI1ixrDaKCJKbtwyuWgVe4ezgadhyKKoWDxtQX6e1ExTCN0G8QxddSpgkWyR3vkvmYWTOEiaI8DUPQlZ76lBECB6aZMJX68zIOJnADEFRAeU5M12ZNxw/s400/075.JPG" /></a>Don't ask why she's wearing a backpack...I have no idea. <div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI5WIqUGN-cMazZdZqldWR5fvVgX6ycZ5a2mIVu_1Q3MNHlr4S_xLIc67XXL6RMrI2Y55_INP9A9VUSTpazZpI9RxAXS-hcQ3QqMqnJfXKS7cvJGuBiHmdOVqjY-ek-SCN2LuAv7FMi9ZY/s1600/079.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556626623077089906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI5WIqUGN-cMazZdZqldWR5fvVgX6ycZ5a2mIVu_1Q3MNHlr4S_xLIc67XXL6RMrI2Y55_INP9A9VUSTpazZpI9RxAXS-hcQ3QqMqnJfXKS7cvJGuBiHmdOVqjY-ek-SCN2LuAv7FMi9ZY/s400/079.JPG" /></a>This is our little neighbor boy, Tristan. He was supposed to be in his room sleeping but we were too distracting so he sat and watched us through his window. Such a cutie.</div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><br />By the way, sorry about the pictures. I don't have an editing program on this computer so I can't fix anything. They're all in the raw and I am a terrible photographer. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09124685429849096969noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334379401340425568.post-49167225900238781602010-12-29T22:25:00.000-08:002010-12-30T00:06:17.335-08:00Spica CastI went a little crazy with pictures on this post but she is just so darn cute. Anyone I talk to on a regular basis probably got so sick of hearing me talk about this stinkin' cast but this was a really huge part of our lives for a couple of months. Delilah's hips were displaced, it's just something she was born with. This meant that the head of her femur did not sit right in the hip socket. The socket was too shallow to hold the bone properly and the bone was not in the correct position.<br /><br />We tried a harness for 6 weeks starting when she was six weeks old then a brace for about a month when she was 6 months old. Neither one of them worked so the next step was the spica cast. This is a procedure where they put her under and inject a dye into her so they're able to see the placement of her hips. Once they're in the right position the doctor sets them with a cast. She had to wear the cast for 8 weeks. It was put on June 30th and removed August 30th.<br /><br />It was kind of a bummer that it was on during the summer because we weren't able to take her swimming at all. Oh well, we managed.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkqd_D_0CCmMkHvUxT2yr99pqNg1t0Yukx17i4qEBVBQwHH5D6QAExv_F-c35HreR8nCBq63LlgU6pfIRf7PHa8fGZ-rrObavB3hqd8dIfMZsV9z2YdoZsHOiJlRK4-WifbMn33KUDoHgG/s1600/020.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556364783840648242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkqd_D_0CCmMkHvUxT2yr99pqNg1t0Yukx17i4qEBVBQwHH5D6QAExv_F-c35HreR8nCBq63LlgU6pfIRf7PHa8fGZ-rrObavB3hqd8dIfMZsV9z2YdoZsHOiJlRK4-WifbMn33KUDoHgG/s400/020.JPG" /></a> Here are pictures of Ms Daisy the day before the procedure. She was always so happy and smiley. That was one of my greatest worries...that I would lose my happy girl and get a fuss bucket in return. She had also just started crawling, so I was concerned that she'd be pretty mad that she was immobilized.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdfkhQw_gqE3zYK_IoqJGZkrnEAv5nG_xFxgc9v-Qdpxpw0NJUSgj89cX3-U2oygS2BYaGl7XTsvp1454UFKvbtu61QGW5jLmvWj43RgH9DMGqDGn0kBwPs8yuAhful7edZ8tiN3bvdQeD/s1600/018.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556364772024554546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdfkhQw_gqE3zYK_IoqJGZkrnEAv5nG_xFxgc9v-Qdpxpw0NJUSgj89cX3-U2oygS2BYaGl7XTsvp1454UFKvbtu61QGW5jLmvWj43RgH9DMGqDGn0kBwPs8yuAhful7edZ8tiN3bvdQeD/s400/018.JPG" /></a><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556364256703827442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYMFwliVA6Fss-g1M6oAzpSj8X6sGQhuvQNFQcTe-5vyFCLwtHIEiPftDy0ktxslxHpj2XcuTSG9Spcc5p7_oUOkB1qNzAMJHlKJ_wU1QpWUVoM_8iVIYb-85Hw5uMJa01WEJvDvFisgK2/s400/028.JPG" /> Here she is getting her last bath for 8 weeks. Oh how I was not looking forward to having a smelly baby. What did I tell ya though? Always smiling!<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556364249623367842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmG4KJIEhoLywh2l_djjPkrOsqHIKdyGbSm5d653AmRsoO_ZicTMjUtvnc_VS4zNrWAclUO8lx-uTNPyrS2KrVLXvLcppEIJSlTF46NUssJr16Ct8bDERtq_d1xw3Zb2_B7BO7DQxQf5Ao/s400/025.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556364260618535058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9tVgHfF-5q-a4_WbsnMby035hpUwDNQI7mW2eY2AAyyxDoAEgt_9RWQi730pXSyLxSxPYLNG_KKn67d2dony65akGsFCPdjWpxDgyE1wPZzszw3ZDBhO2kx4zwZfSbkXF6BSx1Vba1ItO/s400/032.JPG" /> <div><div>These are pictures we took in the pre-op room. Lilah was so cute. She kept kicking her legs all over the place as if she knew it was the last time she'd be able to for a long time. The nurse kept calling her a boy, even after we said her name was Delilah. I must admit, she did look a bit boyish in those blue hospital jammies.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCVHa3m_V4CCL15UCeQDRtoLGjk8cvl0MMHpj_Qg0AaSP5fTtieC0YOBixA02HpqDVuWid-S2ma1qnf7vJ_6520L_6NwkudThDYRKUeuEJYqEQN0Ty2jBb2c9XKE5ijwGhkEhAIGDKX0Fx/s1600/lilah+4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556363336282629506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCVHa3m_V4CCL15UCeQDRtoLGjk8cvl0MMHpj_Qg0AaSP5fTtieC0YOBixA02HpqDVuWid-S2ma1qnf7vJ_6520L_6NwkudThDYRKUeuEJYqEQN0Ty2jBb2c9XKE5ijwGhkEhAIGDKX0Fx/s400/lilah+4.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp2DCOgJwOOcgOJqGXcSJ8UOfrXanuJoUz93Yag1yvRmTqgpF4os-SFPusnfOuiy9Ug5UElfsgJBBkU2dsrlsl5IUls4iMHpvY0oB35iZjfjmJw4KGGq335mPylYCKq_ljG-4wv4EvTMhF/s1600/lilah+3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556363328814003042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp2DCOgJwOOcgOJqGXcSJ8UOfrXanuJoUz93Yag1yvRmTqgpF4os-SFPusnfOuiy9Ug5UElfsgJBBkU2dsrlsl5IUls4iMHpvY0oB35iZjfjmJw4KGGq335mPylYCKq_ljG-4wv4EvTMhF/s400/lilah+3.jpg" /></a>The hardest thing I have ever had to do in my entire life is hand my baby over to the anesthesiologist as they took her through doors that I could not enter. I've never felt so helpless. I'm getting teary again just thinking about it. Even though I knew this was a fairly non-invasive procedure and she'd be fine, it was still so so hard. The second hardest thing was watching my baby come out of the anesthesia. Talk about heart wrenching! She'd wake up for a few seconds just screaming, then she'd fall back into sleep, then she'd wince in her sleep and this just continued for a little while. HELPLESS. I once again started to cry and the nurse looked at me and asked if she was my first baby. I was a bit confused as to why she'd ask that. I told her that she was my third but the first one I've ever been in the hospital with (well, other than the time Addison stuck a Polly Pocket shoe up her nose). She just kind of smiled at me and went back to work. For a split second I thought that maybe I was over reacting. Nah, even if this was my tenth baby I'd be just as emotional. I have to say though, when she came out of it for good she just started giggling. That was the sweetest thing ever.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRBRF5_6VIF7Cssrjr81yezQZ2PfycwjYxIAFLZVHXnZLu7FjgcfKZ8FDAARFHeR5Wfbv3ngtVSNTZQex9AHctJDWTamt9BIaNdZyo6BO-l7YNOuA59kMMcw7qdymdozrgv5hlVf3Kdj_f/s1600/lilah+2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556363325995710514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRBRF5_6VIF7Cssrjr81yezQZ2PfycwjYxIAFLZVHXnZLu7FjgcfKZ8FDAARFHeR5Wfbv3ngtVSNTZQex9AHctJDWTamt9BIaNdZyo6BO-l7YNOuA59kMMcw7qdymdozrgv5hlVf3Kdj_f/s400/lilah+2.jpg" /></a> Here's our little bear checking out her new threads. The edges around the cast were very rough & sharp so the nurses wrapped mole skin around them as to not irritate her skin. They said normally when they do that the kids are screaming the whole time. Delilah just laid there and watched them do it. They all kept commenting on how good she was. That's my girl!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAmLrBnszh1836WGFp68OB17ninzRvleZ_9WkZXSHzWS9lR-SG4968uqwOQpnCNa-KcsWITxmmuDseVfq84sOxoAHDKHmKJDrH6Q6skdim5XmKN764ej5KkpmnZLFKaM2LVEPIH7pBQzAS/s1600/035.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556363005528179250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAmLrBnszh1836WGFp68OB17ninzRvleZ_9WkZXSHzWS9lR-SG4968uqwOQpnCNa-KcsWITxmmuDseVfq84sOxoAHDKHmKJDrH6Q6skdim5XmKN764ej5KkpmnZLFKaM2LVEPIH7pBQzAS/s400/035.JPG" /></a> The first few days were a challenge, I'm not going to lie. I think I cried more during those 2 months than she did. Figuring out how to sleep, change diapers, sit her up, hold her, feed her, get her in a car seat, stroller, etc. It was awful, but we did just fine. After about the first week everything just became "normal". I didn't even think twice about doing all of those things. The funny thing is, I got so used to it all that when it came time for the cast to come off it took me a little while to get back in the habit of doing things the "right" way.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8fvJyF9ZT2mvDao-tKfda2qC0GJDlYd2ovzEDjoSgXPbmm7C1E61noJ6ytHP2sGWT0fq8WWvKppE8euta99z0t-PFoBHPVxukMghyphenhyphenc6YFsqiikqKP9atKmRyIEAsRt9Hp0GKXTabuCOOn/s1600/033.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556362998718657330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8fvJyF9ZT2mvDao-tKfda2qC0GJDlYd2ovzEDjoSgXPbmm7C1E61noJ6ytHP2sGWT0fq8WWvKppE8euta99z0t-PFoBHPVxukMghyphenhyphenc6YFsqiikqKP9atKmRyIEAsRt9Hp0GKXTabuCOOn/s400/033.JPG" /></a>I would have to say that the most crushing part was holding her. I don't mean the physical act of holding her (although that was difficult) but just the feel of holding her. I so desperately wanted to hold her close and cuddle and feel her soft, squishy body up against me but all I could feel was that hard, scratchy cast. Babies are in this stage for such a short time & I just felt like I was being jipped some precious moments. Looking back though I realize I was not jipped at all. We are extremely blessed. Just look at this sweet girl, she's perfect. Our moments together were perfect too. Perhaps a bit unconventional, but perfect none the less.<br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556361897728317154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqZ0QFXhUKeMo115rE-y-UFc5sck3AGzOdUgFDoQ3tPC2ls2bFx7w6EkHS3NdZs2WW7e1GbtAsMNxR2BxdNV3VW61L7SnrS_GQ5tmum-CKjn0_XArk7BbcLOdzqKShH6tF36uT4wl2kGMK/s400/040.JPG" /></div><div>This may have made the whole cast experience worth it. Is this not the cutest bum shot ever! hee hee, I love it.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAALAssChmFMxnvUx88TcibxPuG5W_PbPgPuHxF-xQMfUMRNzM84YG1_281ZK613m58PQqUF6jxL8y8dYZEGvWo5RPF6WOca198BASVAbcgSqU9Q1WcwrFd5q8uiBoISGviF8NuiE11kQ-/s1600/042.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556361918307866882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAALAssChmFMxnvUx88TcibxPuG5W_PbPgPuHxF-xQMfUMRNzM84YG1_281ZK613m58PQqUF6jxL8y8dYZEGvWo5RPF6WOca198BASVAbcgSqU9Q1WcwrFd5q8uiBoISGviF8NuiE11kQ-/s400/042.JPG" /></a> Well what do you know? Still as happy as can be. She's all smiles in her bean bag chair. We found that this was the easiest way to sit her up. My sweet grandma & aunt Debbie sent her the cutest little lady bug bean bag chair.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6kLzyP40_Lz8vaPEgPOr4FQoYJ2Zh-FQQ3gZ7795Kvyn9xXn3Z1bPHeuSz1xl482v5O6TqxSzYDto2I8QuJmIgbaKyIzC5dypEkys0UrVnFz8Cp0w1WnxZBIj6icGsBryEy57Sc6QR2vJ/s1600/041.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556361903115825730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6kLzyP40_Lz8vaPEgPOr4FQoYJ2Zh-FQQ3gZ7795Kvyn9xXn3Z1bPHeuSz1xl482v5O6TqxSzYDto2I8QuJmIgbaKyIzC5dypEkys0UrVnFz8Cp0w1WnxZBIj6icGsBryEy57Sc6QR2vJ/s400/041.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556360963402309058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF-HrFVn8qzMzyzwnJKUVGZgjnvpt_OE93aGMh4OVO9rWW_xN3-hj9VaDnVPj__zZ3afV-E_73iNAPK6V3XcTgjqYs02fCfWeE2bnkzhGTHGZ8PAdADLXFez10uPoheQeLneuMuxbHlrvR/s400/035.JPG" />It is absolutely amazing to me how adaptable children are. Within about 2 weeks she could get wherever she wanted to go. She was fast too! She would just use her little arms to slither all over the place. She was able to flip from her her stomach to her back but not the other way around. That big old bar got in her way.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556360972112480098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYZczthG46uTJ6Y9uLKUVx15A-9YJqP_z1ViRhZ0HmiEh_JL_YP1eLNGviFMkyodQK0M1j8_Xfikh9sUAWt1JyqLhAK9f_-tk0UKHHVuei54I4ju3USQtNztuyZJJwGf1aGBIHEtKWY6zA/s400/043.JPG" />These pictures are in the morning before the cast came off. She did so great with it on. I was really worried about the smell but luckily it never got too bad. She did not have a blow out the entire 8 weeks. A couple of days before it was to be taken off she did throw up and it got all down inside of her cast. I was just so grateful that we were almost done.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1uHlSJtKNm6qYtvdHsuBumn3MQhFVzcbDAZHJD29OsVYTQqhyphenhyphen-PN6XpkwUWxfPhI2pMM-ihU-TevAi1kHFQ0HxNdNUSBEE05q9REzUfjWi4DxjUIxbfyooZeWU9kMRzDrgxe3TXuMcQVw/s1600/052.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556360375393563474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1uHlSJtKNm6qYtvdHsuBumn3MQhFVzcbDAZHJD29OsVYTQqhyphenhyphen-PN6XpkwUWxfPhI2pMM-ihU-TevAi1kHFQ0HxNdNUSBEE05q9REzUfjWi4DxjUIxbfyooZeWU9kMRzDrgxe3TXuMcQVw/s400/052.JPG" /></a> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556360370710056034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSDfeovulGNRI6fVXsGfnoOwJsmu0ekwuxiVgB3kTV_zlzeLO2mRwbuciZDjWwm8iXwoua4roH5uFPgYlTav9L1IGfQmXCfjxVqDdL-hWSoWAf4FDrQ1nkqpzmN7imNbQT4VBMcEez40ny/s400/050.JPG" />She loved having one hand down her cast. Not sure why.<br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjHp72XwH4TeZ_IK9R7HQh_grdOdXhicBATX3td5TWexQ5RPBw_s4Kl-KfRYS8ht0G1YRzf020gbGPjf3rH0MhUFzsv3HPcvNVSuqrRoh7TmWA5tJ-QKob9GkoKq7gQobJhQfSJnK3ZzE5/s1600/055.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556358606600137506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjHp72XwH4TeZ_IK9R7HQh_grdOdXhicBATX3td5TWexQ5RPBw_s4Kl-KfRYS8ht0G1YRzf020gbGPjf3rH0MhUFzsv3HPcvNVSuqrRoh7TmWA5tJ-QKob9GkoKq7gQobJhQfSJnK3ZzE5/s400/055.JPG" /></a>These are marks the cast left just from rubbing on her for so long.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW7CqcLtU8HTE1nFCw5EvYdCPTdZ3K3rA4fEkC9_pcJFn_coTTvM4RVzWT127p62bGBcFZdyzxwUcXZHyfxHqozwCWGXl3_V66be0OwuMq3biiM1ym_xvt1oW6gx6G4C_DEelXknKvKV8O/s1600/054.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556358600581993186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW7CqcLtU8HTE1nFCw5EvYdCPTdZ3K3rA4fEkC9_pcJFn_coTTvM4RVzWT127p62bGBcFZdyzxwUcXZHyfxHqozwCWGXl3_V66be0OwuMq3biiM1ym_xvt1oW6gx6G4C_DEelXknKvKV8O/s400/054.JPG" /></a> This is a rug burn she got because her skin was so sensitive from not having been exposed to anything for 8 weeks. It actually looks a lot better here, this picture was a couple of days later. I felt so bad, I never even thought about keeping her in long pants until her skin toughened up again. Poor thing.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpXUHE-7KULvvdqKCv_iEN9R_cerUWrRiAplBAuprlr439wPvY8wd3mEkK3H7aplMR3UyiLmCBc-rr0ntKHu9zh8RvdchfSTd_RIN0lWeXvkhNGrZvX0jwSCSZ08mZABFm9ohPmCNsOSlo/s1600/053.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556358597206531058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpXUHE-7KULvvdqKCv_iEN9R_cerUWrRiAplBAuprlr439wPvY8wd3mEkK3H7aplMR3UyiLmCBc-rr0ntKHu9zh8RvdchfSTd_RIN0lWeXvkhNGrZvX0jwSCSZ08mZABFm9ohPmCNsOSlo/s400/053.JPG" /></a>She did really well once the cast was taken off. She was sore & fussy for a couple of days but not too bad. She did develop quite an attitude though. The entire time she was in the cast she never once threw a temper tantrum. She went a bit hog wild once she was out though. I'm not talking about crying or fussing but full on yelling & screaming in anger. I think she just realized that there was not much she could do in the cast so there was no point in fighting it. But once it was off & she knew there was nothing holding her back she would get so mad if she wasn't able to do something. Luckily that has calmed down in the last couple months.</div><div></div><div>At her 6 week check up the doctor said she looked great. Her hips still weren't quite where he'd like to see them but that should improve as she starts putting more weight on the joints by walking and such. We have a 6 month check up in April just to make sure. She still mostly slithered around after having the cast taken off but has since started crawling and walking around furniture. We're still waiting for her to walk on her own, it won't be too far off.</div><div></div><div>Sorry, I know I was a bit long winded but I just want to make sure I don't forget any of this stuff because I have a terrible memory.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09124685429849096969noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334379401340425568.post-7707426223981582552010-12-29T21:43:00.000-08:002010-12-29T21:50:06.335-08:00MAJOR CATCH UPI thought about not even trying to catch up and just start blogging about present happenings, but we have had too many wonderful memories that need to be documented. My Christmas gift to myself is getting caught up on my blog before the end of the year so everything that happened in 2010 is archived under the same year. I don't know why blogging has been so hard for me lately. I think it's partially because every time I sit down to do something I get lost for hours looking at old pictures. I've been sitting here laughing & crying just watching the kids grow up in photo form right before my eyes. It makes me so sad, but man are they beautiful little beings. I need to try to stay focused here. I have 2 days people...good luck to me!Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09124685429849096969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334379401340425568.post-13901308679171664462010-09-17T11:36:00.001-07:002010-09-17T12:26:32.958-07:00Just plain cuteness!Here are some pictures I've taken of the kids over the last month or so. They're completely random but oh so delightful. They make me smile so I thought I would share.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWRJz4gq-WYTcnc7bfBJcwZOeVLoOfzijLA4vDA7PXyRNqNmo0tpaf-YM-0BNe5ovDAu55gq31jyB6ctTc35G01MleWNFzrrwlB77-x8JrCnuQlK_xMFZmYphBGIYMQjLBICjImJs8VW-y/s1600/012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517960363582226434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWRJz4gq-WYTcnc7bfBJcwZOeVLoOfzijLA4vDA7PXyRNqNmo0tpaf-YM-0BNe5ovDAu55gq31jyB6ctTc35G01MleWNFzrrwlB77-x8JrCnuQlK_xMFZmYphBGIYMQjLBICjImJs8VW-y/s400/012.JPG" /></a> Princess Spider-girl.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhruhd7fXVBfsl_1hu98zq-DY257Gp0LXw6dBA52akEp33w6QYRJ2EnpovP5WZAkwRusraUm1AT1psMJTPmpk-dDGsbi7V2nRHOypqjSpLRzEXeDrFAcDhK-zMjEf8d68qjVV-Lq3_jZThh/s1600/011.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517960356103648754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhruhd7fXVBfsl_1hu98zq-DY257Gp0LXw6dBA52akEp33w6QYRJ2EnpovP5WZAkwRusraUm1AT1psMJTPmpk-dDGsbi7V2nRHOypqjSpLRzEXeDrFAcDhK-zMjEf8d68qjVV-Lq3_jZThh/s400/011.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA0xyBJvWOSgy51PttFjPDeLAF6_B2ryxiKUxioVRmRAn7hJLAmfw-H4Ezft-5ipWakHZTV0BmOAKNTE-LBCfjI7Y-U95Wz-Fu13G1dk8Nzb6StnIbr4oQRHB_7aPmUEmXc0XPxBDGPoxW/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517959696766593938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA0xyBJvWOSgy51PttFjPDeLAF6_B2ryxiKUxioVRmRAn7hJLAmfw-H4Ezft-5ipWakHZTV0BmOAKNTE-LBCfjI7Y-U95Wz-Fu13G1dk8Nzb6StnIbr4oQRHB_7aPmUEmXc0XPxBDGPoxW/s400/005.JPG" /></a> A face only a mother could love...and boy do I!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinB-80U3YHH9NN_7a1tjosC_PnMNx4c2S-A6h_Oy9vx-7ttaPbRY9KMZCImPhrz3GkKppzEZu7XM2-SaAJeXq9oM3b-Ow8oOMC2vMpGob6J_fygyLPBzgR3DUEw4xRLOM3A1yRMWA_Bhu2/s1600/014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517959317679686562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinB-80U3YHH9NN_7a1tjosC_PnMNx4c2S-A6h_Oy9vx-7ttaPbRY9KMZCImPhrz3GkKppzEZu7XM2-SaAJeXq9oM3b-Ow8oOMC2vMpGob6J_fygyLPBzgR3DUEw4xRLOM3A1yRMWA_Bhu2/s400/014.JPG" /></a> "Looking like a fool with your hand down your pants!" Delilah always sucks on her 2 middle fingers and for some reason she loved putting her hand inside her cast. Silly girl<br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRzDUjBC-JuZ9chA1cVIEZ-rPsDMoyI3RKGlj1UONg5ckk332WJoaetJ7ZlKmLc-3cr07SGc2lWTyIO8KEUPUy9QXQ-h1IATk5knhiuARptyFo3dLO2jCEqNBok-wKUFzO9uGoxK1z5iRd/s1600/069.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517958884610167874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRzDUjBC-JuZ9chA1cVIEZ-rPsDMoyI3RKGlj1UONg5ckk332WJoaetJ7ZlKmLc-3cr07SGc2lWTyIO8KEUPUy9QXQ-h1IATk5knhiuARptyFo3dLO2jCEqNBok-wKUFzO9uGoxK1z5iRd/s400/069.JPG" /></a>Please ignore my hideously ugly stairway down to the basement. Urban was throwing a tantrum on the stairs because he didn't want to do something (who knows what?) but some how all of his thrashing around and being pouty looked very model-esque to me. I don't know where my little boy went, he looks about 13 in these pictures.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZLcSHNm64xFZlYBNsWQ08mS_AfGpG1fWOPeTzs3vmG0jf7b0dr-UL9i3jO8FFIC9L8OAMXru8TJy9cg_ybVoTeyaVYVJUT46wG_b8Y0_6aOq7hm7yWv4k2vU1FMjchsXKLW196RSsRrtd/s1600/073.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517958150342338802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZLcSHNm64xFZlYBNsWQ08mS_AfGpG1fWOPeTzs3vmG0jf7b0dr-UL9i3jO8FFIC9L8OAMXru8TJy9cg_ybVoTeyaVYVJUT46wG_b8Y0_6aOq7hm7yWv4k2vU1FMjchsXKLW196RSsRrtd/s400/073.JPG" /></a> I started to get a smirk out of him here after telling him to "work it, work it" and singing "I'm too sexy" trying to get him out of his mood and into model mode. Inappropriate? Possibly. But did it work? Judge for yourself, baby. Move over Rico Suave!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUEqQn9eX0iEC8tM5rC-WdCUgTxGOYoBmHoIHSi3yZxavSwE3bBsUSpLxEfo2lqEcC_0Komw0SlI7N4v33YeFRWqqQ01OBkn6B0dMQIagNLWkySe3hyphenhyphen-V3H_AJITHdPjQI8i-Y2WWREWZf/s1600/072.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517958138692690706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUEqQn9eX0iEC8tM5rC-WdCUgTxGOYoBmHoIHSi3yZxavSwE3bBsUSpLxEfo2lqEcC_0Komw0SlI7N4v33YeFRWqqQ01OBkn6B0dMQIagNLWkySe3hyphenhyphen-V3H_AJITHdPjQI8i-Y2WWREWZf/s400/072.JPG" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517956812963465538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCisRFrXjng4s_T_24fP1tlk64e9ZXgtK7QFACr_4OdL4uUSPyn_v4Hng8S3QQ48oQBswWxBa4VCYVAMK_O8vRjXVZZPsktB53-XuPSV-bqRtVW5fxqrXdhWMQ1Z-pttZbh4tg66TE1abN/s400/011.JPG" /></div><div>Seriously, could Lilah bear be any cuter? I think not! </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMZ0GZlSY7mKv7DBDqWiNCCX0YcIGw8_Jjr6rGn4WSgbPaeMb3PLTwZyA6mVH1RKwinJSKVeZcc8GbcFk_XOWahWIbeOkq7FSm5K_xuJtIaR__XffS43C3DLDnn9ZQe4eMBw5xt_OY6HP7/s1600/014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517956822288769986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMZ0GZlSY7mKv7DBDqWiNCCX0YcIGw8_Jjr6rGn4WSgbPaeMb3PLTwZyA6mVH1RKwinJSKVeZcc8GbcFk_XOWahWIbeOkq7FSm5K_xuJtIaR__XffS43C3DLDnn9ZQe4eMBw5xt_OY6HP7/s400/014.JPG" /></a> I love this "squish" face that she makes. She does it all the time, but of course as soon as the camera comes out she stops. I almost got it here but her arm is in the way a bit. <div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFLxJawUz7fJkpTdfgZNtDkSTGIE15AdTSLpiME-T-eoCT5ZmX6HOPUyNzvaUZpHRplPnJbn9YgIlPKw0Wu1MRk2ljOOb9oa9sjuVeb1G6YaE8klpfo5Tp38ohzqGqf-gWqEst7L0q7coB/s1600/009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517955608770736834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFLxJawUz7fJkpTdfgZNtDkSTGIE15AdTSLpiME-T-eoCT5ZmX6HOPUyNzvaUZpHRplPnJbn9YgIlPKw0Wu1MRk2ljOOb9oa9sjuVeb1G6YaE8klpfo5Tp38ohzqGqf-gWqEst7L0q7coB/s400/009.JPG" /></a></div><div>I have always hoped that our children would get my vision and not Jared's so that we don't have to mess with glasses, but after seeing how cute they look in Jared's old glasses I almost started to have second thoughts. =)</div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxEiz7JD5OPvpcPx11ecflyFt5oQ2f9HJULRvXEP1KNwOz0vnGi3UQb0kR0iQwreT_4vvS78FoS103any9eXjYWjSy64nqBfi8b15JDGw6xTvcdiu2HMcQ5DYATkwjiTJKVwSNLsg4bbBT/s1600/016.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517955605004116210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxEiz7JD5OPvpcPx11ecflyFt5oQ2f9HJULRvXEP1KNwOz0vnGi3UQb0kR0iQwreT_4vvS78FoS103any9eXjYWjSy64nqBfi8b15JDGw6xTvcdiu2HMcQ5DYATkwjiTJKVwSNLsg4bbBT/s400/016.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI1X2XHWADlPW4pl8a8RSHV22UHbYwpaJK36K5KqjF7Id5sdLWqPjZr1KyJW8dfQBRjaJopyWaYGVo1t0tlqtTz3jxjIL2wr2ueR7JcUXcMXEpZq9LorM4Dd-Zwqn8bybqFOs6LsN66YJL/s1600/004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517955592436171362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI1X2XHWADlPW4pl8a8RSHV22UHbYwpaJK36K5KqjF7Id5sdLWqPjZr1KyJW8dfQBRjaJopyWaYGVo1t0tlqtTz3jxjIL2wr2ueR7JcUXcMXEpZq9LorM4Dd-Zwqn8bybqFOs6LsN66YJL/s400/004.JPG" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09124685429849096969noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334379401340425568.post-5536917779083279522010-08-23T05:14:00.001-07:002010-08-23T05:35:42.636-07:00Swim lessonsAddison took swim lessons back in June and loved it. She did really well too. The lessons were only 3 days a week for 2 weeks so she is by no means a professional swimmer...but don't tell her that. She thinks she's pretty good. It's actually kind of scary because we went to a lake a few weeks after her lessons and she kept going out further than she could reach because "she knows how to swim now". Luckily she had a life jacket on and someone was always right next to her. <br /><br />I think her favorite part of the lessons was the hot tub. Everyday after they finished up, their instructor would take them to sit in the hot tub for a couple of minutes. The kids thought it was the greatest thing ever. I think it made them feel grown up.<br /><br />Her lessons were at the athletic club we belong to so I just dropped Urban off in the nursery while Addison swam. He loved it! Every day he would get so excited to go on the slide and eat graham crackers.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7L-UNZ-Kyen20aWe_BPVs3WtYCR22S36x1OHOQePALVs2vYhhpP-JZjHCTNbcr1_ZC1nhl8maxqL-hjzR2xZBSSN33J_1ytEo4YS23aTRbkSlWoeMtN8tiqjAvIYUTnK7wAPv3soW8tXo/s1600/004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508580043752192706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7L-UNZ-Kyen20aWe_BPVs3WtYCR22S36x1OHOQePALVs2vYhhpP-JZjHCTNbcr1_ZC1nhl8maxqL-hjzR2xZBSSN33J_1ytEo4YS23aTRbkSlWoeMtN8tiqjAvIYUTnK7wAPv3soW8tXo/s400/004.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Rymkzo-fM5-Nw-HfJzH0sXwn3GyxLLn5g9nqNYj1RBmaXhMA5-pSfzBveJ-h-9caNYrdmU2FwJgqEbnSfSJSGQrr4e-u1EQbIV7X0lda4Zx-zem6_gyeFNYYWQLCZOQliCSfNh1rFw5g/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508580040104582514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Rymkzo-fM5-Nw-HfJzH0sXwn3GyxLLn5g9nqNYj1RBmaXhMA5-pSfzBveJ-h-9caNYrdmU2FwJgqEbnSfSJSGQrr4e-u1EQbIV7X0lda4Zx-zem6_gyeFNYYWQLCZOQliCSfNh1rFw5g/s400/005.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508579381903259714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9YtPJAU1LDrJCaPc4Fzi6FD6q1j0YxpcKD47y1cdAWbLf2Kva2PnttpOr9tfyj01RSlb693wwja63KjB5h824TdiSxTaitXKYV-7xfYdh4-frbnGyERicX2ZL0GnbZGnf-15eFY6jtHAQ/s400/008.JPG" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5nnD-m1AP8MTWiPRZYqqq4UxqMCi_OBBpdR9GVb-RTNOnM6adHL8nbkFtjnEQCdnsjNj3db0sTSJr3Us1ugHufZ41J4b-pza0dsFOmHQX0Y_mF7rr6o5-zY-UuDUTSwFzVcoHGjJTEpxp/s1600/009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508579388514960882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5nnD-m1AP8MTWiPRZYqqq4UxqMCi_OBBpdR9GVb-RTNOnM6adHL8nbkFtjnEQCdnsjNj3db0sTSJr3Us1ugHufZ41J4b-pza0dsFOmHQX0Y_mF7rr6o5-zY-UuDUTSwFzVcoHGjJTEpxp/s400/009.JPG" /></a> Gotta love those bun cheeks hanging out of the swimsuit, so darn cute! Wouldn't it be so nice to just not care about stuff like that and look that cute while you're oblivious? =)</div></div>Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09124685429849096969noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334379401340425568.post-31636303131894831312010-08-17T08:29:00.000-07:002010-08-17T20:45:17.776-07:00BaptismBaptisms are so special and so neat to witness. Back in June I was able to see an amazing family be baptized. <br /><br />Dana is a really good friend of mine who I have know for over 10 years now. We met at a dermatologist office that we both worked at in Las Vegas. As soon as we started talking we pretty much instantly clicked. She is so much fun and so sincere. Dana is truly an amazing person and I feel honored to be able to call her my friend. We have seen each other through a lot...marriage, infertility treatments, health problems, births, death, moves, jobs, happy times & sad. There have been periods in our lives when things would be crazy and life would get in the way and we'd lose touch for a couple months here or there, but we could always pick up that phone and start back up right where we left off without missing a beat. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbcghI8MIT6E3RdeyCQaQ3QgNKPLswHN4XCfXi64yaaMXZ3XqBFHGDloW7M_TxDUM7K196ytdZNnoxd7Wa6ZzhureJbhgoEn5ebNYPrAX7fuhw05uWRKE7CIgMrDvzQKK8fksA5mh4-nGi/s1600/085.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506401877753367698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbcghI8MIT6E3RdeyCQaQ3QgNKPLswHN4XCfXi64yaaMXZ3XqBFHGDloW7M_TxDUM7K196ytdZNnoxd7Wa6ZzhureJbhgoEn5ebNYPrAX7fuhw05uWRKE7CIgMrDvzQKK8fksA5mh4-nGi/s400/085.JPG" /></a> I remember having lots of talks about the church. Dana would be curious about things here and there and I would try to answer her questions the best I could. Well fast forward 10 years, you can't imagine my surprise and joy when I got a phone call telling me that she, along with the rest of her sweet family, was going to be baptized. They had taken the missionary discussions and felt good about what they were taught. I was ecstatic, and I could tell she was too. The excitement in her voice brought tears to my eyes. <br /><br />Luckily, since they live in Cedar City now, we were able to drive down to be there for it. It was so great to see Paul, Dana & Noah. They have so much support from their ward, you can tell that they are just loved. There were so many people at the baptism and the talks were all beautiful. I kept looking over at Dana and let me tell you, she did not stop grinning the entire time. I could just tell that she knew she was making the right decision and she could not wait to take this step in her life. I got so emotional watching the actual baptisms. The bishop teared up a bit with each one, but when he got to Dana he really got choked up. They both hugged afterwards and cried and you could just feel the love and the happiness and the Spirit in the room. I am so grateful that I got to be there for this special event.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8GvVGh6YjXJQ6uXVIbZvcg2LwZomwnATrjVsxMhQEZs6EXBC8tQdy1CaZe9SmBXPhkO0QwySJ9yO5MTu90bIMLi5YueCIe06_6jnclGRvGhMPzAJx-Znr7tbilVKYrdJLuAyzIJA9yh7O/s1600/084.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506401872036592546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8GvVGh6YjXJQ6uXVIbZvcg2LwZomwnATrjVsxMhQEZs6EXBC8tQdy1CaZe9SmBXPhkO0QwySJ9yO5MTu90bIMLi5YueCIe06_6jnclGRvGhMPzAJx-Znr7tbilVKYrdJLuAyzIJA9yh7O/s400/084.JPG" /></a> Thank you so much Paul, Dana and Noah for letting me and my family share this wonderful day with you. I can't wait to be able to go to the temple with you in a year and watch you all be sealed together for all time & eternity. We love you!<br /><div></div></div>Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09124685429849096969noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334379401340425568.post-35225429133702217242010-08-11T19:32:00.000-07:002010-08-12T21:46:13.262-07:00Visit from Grandma & GrandpaJared's parents came to visit us back in May (yes, I'm that behind) and as always it was so nice to see them. I can't really remember everything that we did, but it was a fun-filled weekend.<br /><br />Here are some of the highlights:<br />-shopping<br />-trip to the BX<br />-search for the 'wreath man'<br />-drive to Park City<br />-hanging out<br />-loves & hugs & tickles & kisses<br />-more shopping<br />-trout farm<br /><br />Some how the trout farm is the only place I got pictures but there are lots to enjoy. There's a trout farm in North Ogden that is stocked with trout so you are guaranteed to catch one...or twenty. However many you want really. After you catch them the people who work there clean & fillet them for you so they're all ready to cook. The kids thought it was the greatest thing ever. As soon as they stuck their lines in the water they got a bite. Since I'm the only one who likes fish we didn't want very many so after they each caught one we just had them fish without hooks. They still had a blast. They were pretty good at it too. Addison's a natural little fisher-woman. She got the hang of casting a line right away. 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504538091261479842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTnHsrOlCbN1I6bv_LYG0ZGu6xnCJRotpD0ROWANXcARyK_6sLRw9Z4QQm3jdtayABoVPlowehZ1zPoeIhRAOvl-WyriM0BhtBYkml36OBhIJMf5wWF6K9u298iIVV8rPdDnFu0_wZJ_zg/s400/072.JPG" /></a> p.s. This song's for you Dad! =)</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09124685429849096969noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334379401340425568.post-72060744662285427512010-08-10T21:11:00.000-07:002010-08-10T21:27:31.168-07:00Who wears short shorts?Urban wears short shorts<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi37B1MTXxqYBG1v6Y8RaLKtCuPKBMWnDcZK8FETooBnFjzq6Gz6mXMqCufpj4ZnfC7iRnHR2K3RPOMvUJmpUou2AzAJ_EgcNT9Vz_7-DUgm8nq39vB_yWnF_fMVMtdGN1V8kX13uVCW-tA/s1600/264.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504000751866631730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi37B1MTXxqYBG1v6Y8RaLKtCuPKBMWnDcZK8FETooBnFjzq6Gz6mXMqCufpj4ZnfC7iRnHR2K3RPOMvUJmpUou2AzAJ_EgcNT9Vz_7-DUgm8nq39vB_yWnF_fMVMtdGN1V8kX13uVCW-tA/s400/264.JPG" /></a> If you dare wear short shorts, Urban wears short shorts!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBgk2yPECJG-o3UVzRTdLWPHtKDNbG46mMOqI7kP345qsk7A4c2mkz6KeE8J3UuFP96GVt2PG5aGSn04n9O4mUm8n5bXPWM_zBVTX7DtKfjGRIk2tQm0EPRDaL6F4m7nOoitAI5XZD4ix9/s1600/265.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504000739012317554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBgk2yPECJG-o3UVzRTdLWPHtKDNbG46mMOqI7kP345qsk7A4c2mkz6KeE8J3UuFP96GVt2PG5aGSn04n9O4mUm8n5bXPWM_zBVTX7DtKfjGRIk2tQm0EPRDaL6F4m7nOoitAI5XZD4ix9/s400/265.JPG" /></a> Okay, I know he's a bit on the large side...but he's not THAT big. These shorts are a size 4T and he looks like he's wearing a speedo. I know pajamas are supposed to fit a tad snug but for crying out loud, even 2 year olds deserve to feel some dignity!<br /><br /><div>By the way, I have TONS of posts to catch up on but I've been trying to upload pictures for the last week and blogger wasn't letting me for some reason. I was finally able to tonight but I was too lazy to do a longer post so I decided to share this since it made me laugh. =)</div></div>Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09124685429849096969noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334379401340425568.post-33156353713454566612010-06-27T19:47:00.000-07:002010-06-27T20:48:44.739-07:00My Younger ManJared turned 30 last month on the 27th. I like when his birthday rolls around because then I am no longer older than him...just the same age (at least in my silly mind). I can't believe he's thirty. I don't know why it seems so much stranger to me for him to be thirty than me. I think because I've always acted old no matter what age I am and he's always seemed so young & fun. I still see him as the same 21 year old who stole my heart.<br /><br />I wanted to do something super special for him for his thirtieth birthday. It's kind of a big deal you know. My sister and I actually started planning this amazing surprise party for him like way back in February. He's never had a surprise party before. Seriously, it was going to be so much fun. It was going to have an 80's theme (since that's the year he was born), we were going to have prizes for best costumes, dancing, games, karaoke, yummy food...the works! I was so excited to do this for him.<br /><br />So why didn't it happen you ask? Well, I remembered that we don't really have any friends. Yeah I know, pathetic right? Okay, don't get me wrong, we have friends. Just not really close friends that we hang out with on a regular basis. I mean, there's definitely lots of people I could have invited from church and his work and stuff but they're people we see at those functions. We don't get together outside of those things. I didn't want to take the chance of no one coming. How depressing would that be to walk into a surprise party and only have your wife & kids jump out yelling "SURPRISE" at you when you can tell that it was supposed to be a big party. So I scrapped it. Who knows, maybe for his 40th.<br /><br /><br />Anyway, we still had lots of fun. The kids and I went to the store to get some fun decorations & presents. Addison helped me make his birthday cake and then she and Urban helped put up the decorations. Addison picked out a toy race car to give him and Urban wanted to give him a football. Urban kind of scored on daddy's birthday as he ended up with both presents. Delilah and I got him a blu-ray player which kind of made up for losing the other two.<br /><br />Jared's parents came up to visit us Memorial Day weekend and ended up getting here the night of his birthday. (I'll post about their visit later.) He had school that night and usually the kids are in bed by the time he gets home but I let them stay up late. When he walked in the door Addison & Urban sprayed him with silly string. They thought that was the greatest thing ever! Addison later told me that grown-ups birthday parties are more fun than kids parties. I think the silly string and noise makers were the main factors taken into account when coming to that conclusion.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoUclOxm_BiuW-DDBxNcByEdFFDR6595kTDUJDXj0QF_xI1kcgFkT5j98qekqAgPwQlVfeIVhqUz_J6-YAHMkr6CLbTgeQFQDYpev0aNdKrAksSCcAZkptccF9QbL4Y_a02CzvuwPrVdxE/s1600/033.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487652221804957794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoUclOxm_BiuW-DDBxNcByEdFFDR6595kTDUJDXj0QF_xI1kcgFkT5j98qekqAgPwQlVfeIVhqUz_J6-YAHMkr6CLbTgeQFQDYpev0aNdKrAksSCcAZkptccF9QbL4Y_a02CzvuwPrVdxE/s400/033.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF9ZJChOypYgnhFeBVTiCOG8JODf_swq6JiVxXDk49WA2d1tiuY9uJx4OmcMUCoRGhnsFjMNvX0jvwcNK3e269kold512vhG_xLzx1VYPA5lrwcvoidaFakzzS-y2tVouw8OnjZy08ppm9/s1600/036.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487652212351730034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF9ZJChOypYgnhFeBVTiCOG8JODf_swq6JiVxXDk49WA2d1tiuY9uJx4OmcMUCoRGhnsFjMNvX0jvwcNK3e269kold512vhG_xLzx1VYPA5lrwcvoidaFakzzS-y2tVouw8OnjZy08ppm9/s400/036.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF4uibbPmWRg_faex0Zvvby7nqM6mqyQZBxnnDKQe_Xx2dWF-_0jjeAM4dRHKZ0euUsLfebCgTfIn2JOZcciMxL2K7Z3j7Ee1fZY__4TZaFlwCM7poz7jwLyRCii70wVX5X7vof45HXNox/s1600/037.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487652201074328882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF4uibbPmWRg_faex0Zvvby7nqM6mqyQZBxnnDKQe_Xx2dWF-_0jjeAM4dRHKZ0euUsLfebCgTfIn2JOZcciMxL2K7Z3j7Ee1fZY__4TZaFlwCM7poz7jwLyRCii70wVX5X7vof45HXNox/s400/037.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHOSijMatj6pGc5xeHEcrsFUQA3RM8a5RyO_7BZR3DTg6lri3AJKyGe030nsVvNGFhA8b-3Me62Z72u5XdYThLYMtSzLfNWojsndLFtDK-XLZXtkC-u4bvwwlHx-lD7faX7wUeN7ns1COI/s1600/040.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487652191524393106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHOSijMatj6pGc5xeHEcrsFUQA3RM8a5RyO_7BZR3DTg6lri3AJKyGe030nsVvNGFhA8b-3Me62Z72u5XdYThLYMtSzLfNWojsndLFtDK-XLZXtkC-u4bvwwlHx-lD7faX7wUeN7ns1COI/s400/040.JPG" /></a>I ended up telling him about all of my grand plans and then told him why I didn't do it. He just laughed and said I was probably right but he appreciated the thought. He's a pretty spectacular guy...at least in my opinion. </div></div></div>Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09124685429849096969noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334379401340425568.post-36973086204100853302010-06-18T21:22:00.001-07:002010-06-18T21:46:44.322-07:00Preschool GraduationI can't believe my oldest baby is about to start kindergarten. It makes me so sad but so excited for things to come all at the same time. Time has gone by so quickly and I hear it seems even faster once your little ones start school...hard to imagine. I am going to bawl like a baby the first day I drop her off at kindergarten.<br /><br />Addison absolutely loved preschool. She made lots of friends, loved her teachers and learned a lot. Her teachers loved her too. They always wrote the sweetest remarks on her papers and constantly told me how much they enjoyed having her in their class. Naturally this wasn't a surprise to me. What's not to love? Okay, so she's not perfect but I think she behaved a little better at school than she does at home...thank goodness. Of course Urban wasn't there to fight with and that's usually the main reason for her acting up.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484336659172188802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi_3I3b7_SxUKmLxPx-_Rq0ZiBsOMIlck63-Ppef3E1XaASloadb-402Y8VJV8fLEN8e-JvjGojcC-wEovMLjpk27Ey-ezGvIayAUdzQX9g9KNvwYO9CsOCT_UoHLt7plL9lDYdvEr3PQH/s400/017.JPG" /><br />Her class had a really cute program that they presented the day of graduation. The kids sang songs and demonstrated some of the various things they learned throughout the year. The last couple months of school they learned about different cultures. What they wear, eat, how they play, what language they speak, where they're at in the world, etc. In the above picture Addison's group was portraying Polynesian culture and she got to play the ukulele.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSQwHBn9ysFQsx_t99m7hA3ps-2_jcEo0rffblLEe-m7LHN74YkBI7ad1vdOXM2borwfrHDnO75lKuxYyigij8a1rq4vEFfewtq0hFRDOmoV9S8ESujtAn3lgPSmg1m6kYkGNpAQs7bwlF/s1600/026.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484336645624016386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSQwHBn9ysFQsx_t99m7hA3ps-2_jcEo0rffblLEe-m7LHN74YkBI7ad1vdOXM2borwfrHDnO75lKuxYyigij8a1rq4vEFfewtq0hFRDOmoV9S8ESujtAn3lgPSmg1m6kYkGNpAQs7bwlF/s400/026.JPG" /></a> She looked so cute in her little cap & gown. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsGd4lmiYTJnXXoIAQqRN3HFpMzowJyXGyYA-Mbg0cylJL5vhdAirzsH0BkZCjf50G7wGqiS5fPfLmc6oTbD5K4cAqxHeIy-DKDvQVQzXykSA0wL8ntzN-gXbRJuQs6-h4XrcJWiT0WXgC/s1600/028.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484336634804341282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsGd4lmiYTJnXXoIAQqRN3HFpMzowJyXGyYA-Mbg0cylJL5vhdAirzsH0BkZCjf50G7wGqiS5fPfLmc6oTbD5K4cAqxHeIy-DKDvQVQzXykSA0wL8ntzN-gXbRJuQs6-h4XrcJWiT0WXgC/s400/028.JPG" /></a> Here she is with her teachers, Mrs. Edwards & Mrs. Wilson.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicT8eN0M_s-qOOumxephTMw88ZU0WwDl70tgknTRNNT2rxOt_9ihtymn1gHO6lW7UWd74t7baSFc3R7ACgCqoJ2X2JbHpPz_pl9H-5hWBB4lQi9-51MtZAGL4m65Sq5ks83ONvHRcNG2Ap/s1600/029.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484336624145625794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicT8eN0M_s-qOOumxephTMw88ZU0WwDl70tgknTRNNT2rxOt_9ihtymn1gHO6lW7UWd74t7baSFc3R7ACgCqoJ2X2JbHpPz_pl9H-5hWBB4lQi9-51MtZAGL4m65Sq5ks83ONvHRcNG2Ap/s400/029.JPG" /></a> I'm so glad that Addison liked preschool so much. I don't think she'll have any problem at all transitioning into kindergarten.Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09124685429849096969noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334379401340425568.post-54214865726860182612010-06-17T06:23:00.000-07:002010-06-17T06:45:28.897-07:00SELL IT OR KEEP IT<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMAJwvecfHlgTfYmNDuubKCWuS-lTXDTl-o3u2siCRsulap1OI1DHP9UMyeX4PPY_raRFpBK27G4SxBD758UPSw0gVDhYVkgK1dyZ3v1jK1cMpGSKvvNH4di4GR9jDAQgHOVDAhad66uU_/s1600/080.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483733239729157586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMAJwvecfHlgTfYmNDuubKCWuS-lTXDTl-o3u2siCRsulap1OI1DHP9UMyeX4PPY_raRFpBK27G4SxBD758UPSw0gVDhYVkgK1dyZ3v1jK1cMpGSKvvNH4di4GR9jDAQgHOVDAhad66uU_/s400/080.JPG" /></a> I came upstairs the other morning from taking my shower to see Urban quickly run out of the pantry into his room. I knew something was going on because I kept hearing the pitter patter of little feet running back and forth across the floor above me. When I walked in behind him I found half the contents of my pantry in the kids' room.<br /><div></div><br /><div>I asked what they were doing and Addison told me they were playing sell it or keep it. </div><div>"What's that?" I asked</div><div>"Well it's a game. I'm the store person and I ask Urban if he likes something and if he says yes then we keep it but if he says no we sell it."</div><div> </div><div><br /><br />Pretty creative don't you think? I'm actually quite impressed with their imaginations. Leave it to my kids to create a game revolving around food. They begged me to let them play a little bit longer before putting the food away. They were having so much fun and playing so well together that I actually didn't mind if they played "sell it or keep it" all day long. </div><div> </div><div><br /><br />Who knows, maybe this will be the next game show craze!</div><div> </div><div><br /><br />Oh, by the way, don't ask me what Urban's doing in this picture because I have no idea. But I still think it's super cute.</div>Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09124685429849096969noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334379401340425568.post-50294960517357491132010-06-15T19:12:00.000-07:002010-06-15T19:37:49.930-07:00Dance RecitalAddison took a cheer class this year and had a blast. Her teacher is so much fun. She's the same teacher Addison had last year for her jazz/ballet class. I'm not sure which type of dance Addison likes better, she really seems to enjoy both. I think next year we may try tumbling.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglypDZj2Xcjn8qYnFqFIV8ok7byNjjnMyhUJSsa2wQCE4O8So6Dpjo_IgE5swGAd0HaReHCFagVpc7QT7zgT_s0XdpuADuFDp7F507yleJPArTjFUrhljLxqZNcZjGVe9ypnzzpr4lE1Zh/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483189565838003794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglypDZj2Xcjn8qYnFqFIV8ok7byNjjnMyhUJSsa2wQCE4O8So6Dpjo_IgE5swGAd0HaReHCFagVpc7QT7zgT_s0XdpuADuFDp7F507yleJPArTjFUrhljLxqZNcZjGVe9ypnzzpr4lE1Zh/s400/002.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeNOzZ5Lo_-eKWvGnSCG3zXo32jXzCs6TkrWT3dmVXkdYIPHkJ3AConYjjnLQg-YCfoEIBe85ft4O7feyy0aQg_WlyWzPh2We7zF9nOiiAdNbEsbarv-ke-zBysaxUOZ1hDnbB7ZkrbU1q/s1600/010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483189553643897442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeNOzZ5Lo_-eKWvGnSCG3zXo32jXzCs6TkrWT3dmVXkdYIPHkJ3AConYjjnLQg-YCfoEIBe85ft4O7feyy0aQg_WlyWzPh2We7zF9nOiiAdNbEsbarv-ke-zBysaxUOZ1hDnbB7ZkrbU1q/s400/010.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxomfOnj1jfjCL8hyrSN3yXLVhEerLqAkB1Q8qgW2ZRwBccBCNLkMxkWrRTEIXq2vKQPHCSvlpXTCoQhHAMdRNTJSf1eEKuYogzMI6xnnHusDH0aN4RAsmZsCD5pCKthBus-dj0tm-mdGH/s1600/011.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483189548629472130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxomfOnj1jfjCL8hyrSN3yXLVhEerLqAkB1Q8qgW2ZRwBccBCNLkMxkWrRTEIXq2vKQPHCSvlpXTCoQhHAMdRNTJSf1eEKuYogzMI6xnnHusDH0aN4RAsmZsCD5pCKthBus-dj0tm-mdGH/s400/011.JPG" /></a> This is Addison's class skipping across the stage during introductions. Addi's the last one. It's so funny watching the girls skip. Most of them aren't coordinated enough to do it (including Addison) but it's so cute watching them try.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRL3SuddWjf9XqBWaig1BPtFGRKcatz0QJmUyPu9G-E8nnb58Q5yuWQGbRA8zZgjMCgPEYjQ4XmTXNSqbycdWFQxDIRlhiZRi_AXvRozaczoxItB2sJnmRWxGHAYOusH2oGYs8kmFY_DSd/s1600/013.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483189538388313874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRL3SuddWjf9XqBWaig1BPtFGRKcatz0QJmUyPu9G-E8nnb58Q5yuWQGbRA8zZgjMCgPEYjQ4XmTXNSqbycdWFQxDIRlhiZRi_AXvRozaczoxItB2sJnmRWxGHAYOusH2oGYs8kmFY_DSd/s400/013.JPG" /></a> Here she is on the big stage. (She's in the back on the left...not a great shot, I know) She does so well when she performs, I love watching her. I'm so happy that she doesn't get scared when she sees all of the people sitting in the audience. She just gets up there and does what she's been practicing. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLuJgMP96H5nQzPzcvrsRZqUJyEx4CZ4KvQINOu1-qzUCLpqsuKYdtYVEdCMkyzivWtw28ntHrRAzfSCIMpQTDgrogRQlkBKMODU_pItwAml-Iq9TiUVJzLxEwrrTkBEXOMV0CH3ar-v7m/s1600/014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483189526351182450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLuJgMP96H5nQzPzcvrsRZqUJyEx4CZ4KvQINOu1-qzUCLpqsuKYdtYVEdCMkyzivWtw28ntHrRAzfSCIMpQTDgrogRQlkBKMODU_pItwAml-Iq9TiUVJzLxEwrrTkBEXOMV0CH3ar-v7m/s400/014.JPG" /></a> She's so excited to have 2 dance trophies now. She really does have a lot of fun in her dance classes. Whether or not she ever pursues dancing I'm just glad that she's doing something active that she enjoys.<br /><br /><div align="center">GOOD JOB ADDISON, WE'RE SO PROUD OF YOU. LOVE YOU!!! XOXOXO</div>Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09124685429849096969noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334379401340425568.post-78478535992188441872010-06-14T11:22:00.000-07:002010-06-14T12:01:46.410-07:00L-A-Z-Y<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;">I AIN'T GOT NO ALIBI</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;">I'M LAZY</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;">YEAH, YEAH</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;">I'M LAZY!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br />CHECK IT OUT...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><br /><br />I am so totally behind on blogging right now and I have so much to blog about. Last month was very busy for us which is part of the reason why I haven't had time to blog, and the other part can be attributed to my LAZINESS!</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><br /><br />I have had absolutely no motivation lately to do anything. I have several projects I need to finish, my house is a disaster, I need to get caught up on laundry and get it put away, I need to do stuff for girls camp, I need to get back into an exercise routine, I need to plan some fun things to do with the kiddos this summer, and the list goes on...</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><br /><br />I think part of my problem is that I have so much to do that when I think about it I just get overwhelmed and don't know where to start so I just don't do anything at all. Makes perfect sense right? NOT!!! I'm not sure what my problem is. I haven't always been like this. Usually if something needs to be done I just do it, I don't stress over it for weeks until I let it go for so long that it becomes a huge ordeal.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><br /><br />Anyway, something sort of clicked the other night. We had Chinese food for dinner and I read my fortune to Jared. It said something like 'you will be involved in many humanitarian efforts in your life'. I thought that was kind of neat, I like to help people. Well do you know what he had the gumption to do when I read this to him? Go ahead, take a guess. He laughed at me! And not just a little chuckle, but like a big, belly laugh. THE NERVE! So I asked him what in the heck he thought was so funny and was a bit taken back by his response. He said, and I quote..."honey, don't take this the wrong way because it's both of us, not just you, but we're too lazy to do stuff like that". The sad part is, he's totally right. And even worse is the fact that apparently we're both aware of this but have just accepted it as our way of life rather than do something to change it.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><br /><br />Well not any more. I am done being lazy and I am definitely done being okay with it. It's going to be hard to break old habits but I CAN DO IT...starting tomorrow! haha, I crack myself up. ;)</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><br /><br />I figure the blogging world is a great place to start. That's easy enough, right? Since I do have so many posts to catch up on I'm going to try to do at least one a day for the next couple of days so keep checking back (this means you grandmas).</div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div>Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09124685429849096969noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334379401340425568.post-71007922257751249422010-05-14T09:58:00.001-07:002010-05-14T10:22:54.795-07:00Mother's Day weekend wrap-upI know, I'm almost a week behind but that's just how I roll!<br /><br />I had a great weekend. Jared & the kids did a great job spoiling me. I was treated to a few of my favorite things this past Saturday & Sunday!<br /><br />waking up to a bed full of kids and having cuddle time<br />breakfast at Cracker Barrel<br />shopping<br />fish Tacos from Rubio's<br />a clean house<br />Chocolate Chip Paradise Pie from Chili's<br />a full night of sleep from Delilah (first time...and last so far)<br />Jared's delicious pancakes in bed<br />an ipod<br />a beautiful necklace<br />a super cute card & picture from Addison that she made at pre-school (first school gift...I LOVE IT!!!)<br />a peaceful & very pretty drive through the mountains with the family<br /><br />I'm sure there was more, but sadly my memory has failed me. That's why I need to write these things down the day of. Oh well, some day I'll learn...maybe! <br /><br />And yes, I am well aware that many of my favorite things consist of food. What can I say? That is the way to my heart!<br /><br />I had a wonderful mother's day, I only wish I could have spent it with my mom. I really wish I was more like her. She was, and still is, a great mother. Her whole life has been dedicated to her kids. She was always so kind, patient & affectionate. I seriously don't ever remember her losing her temper, or yelling at us or really even getting mad at all. Of course we all know how bad my memory is. Hee hee, I'm just kidding. She has so many beautiful qualities that I am still trying to develop. I'm very grateful for her love & example.Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09124685429849096969noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334379401340425568.post-51527225918357636452010-05-10T11:10:00.001-07:002010-05-10T11:20:20.399-07:00"But mom,...<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">we were trying to be Indians!"</span></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469705591066023698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCO9fOvLxWIodPMPLBweuI_1HF0zf6X7iNel5HEMl72u6xMRUT2EVwf1Um0k6wX-8-m4trNRQeSTvFqJHBuQnTGURWZjElfRuMPUtlkxPSRtO0tBsx6OUvjLdbO_ROZigayYmuzIRMhjJs/s400/005.JPG" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0NZZi5f_fJ3e68MX9zv5C_hYrMMqF3508ANefrvPKIS_C51xJ5X9CdW8HTFshvzJ9dPa0lf-jxCY7hSB3ag74U-wTxa1AsnHP-1OEm8li_jhN23pc6ZBvzlGtGmEjt1Zw8pyB6vPI9JVh/s1600/007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469705602035988626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0NZZi5f_fJ3e68MX9zv5C_hYrMMqF3508ANefrvPKIS_C51xJ5X9CdW8HTFshvzJ9dPa0lf-jxCY7hSB3ag74U-wTxa1AsnHP-1OEm8li_jhN23pc6ZBvzlGtGmEjt1Zw8pyB6vPI9JVh/s400/007.JPG" /></a> Well then, by all means, please continue.<br /><br />That was the explanation I got when I walked into the room and found that they had painted their faces with Addison's play makeup. I guess they thought I couldn't possibly get mad at that. They were right, I just started laughing.<br /><br />Urban started crying hysterically when I told them they needed to get in the bath so we could wash it off. That's why he looks so sad in the first picture. He then proceeded to have a fit and throw himself down onto a pile of clothes that I hadn't put away yet, all the while wiping his face all over my clothes. That's why his face isn't as red as Addison's, my clothes are now red instead. <br /><br />That stuff was hard to get off. I had to scrub several times with makeup remover and those two still had a bit of a red tint to them once we were done.Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09124685429849096969noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334379401340425568.post-42297617671425633122010-05-06T12:48:00.001-07:002010-05-06T13:02:47.448-07:00Dinosaur ParkA couple of weeks ago I had a baby shower to go to so Jared decided to take the kids to the dinosaur park. We've never been before and I'm kind of sad I missed it, but they all had so much fun. I was really impressed that Jared took the kids by himself. I don't think I would have been brave enough to go somewhere like that with all 3 of them by myself. I get a little paranoid about losing one of them. Urban likes to take off running and that scares me. Especially when I have Delilah, it makes it hard to run off after him (he's pretty quick). <br /><br />Anyway, these are pictures that Jared took with his phone. I'm glad he thought to take pictures, that way I didn't miss out on too much. We will definitely go back again. Jared said there's so much to do that they didn't even get to it all.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi45MMI2UAAiZdUrfdidZ0ehYUdycMDgoY0a8q9N0PHHiu-YDVS4tz26UIel8OegxbTwc2NknRi6smAWRwOmlXWAHg_TM01b6VB2h8lvOl_m4zJpHWKWwGqVr5ZSJCLpXZkbdZg-WUAhZzP/s1600/020.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468246575537211874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi45MMI2UAAiZdUrfdidZ0ehYUdycMDgoY0a8q9N0PHHiu-YDVS4tz26UIel8OegxbTwc2NknRi6smAWRwOmlXWAHg_TM01b6VB2h8lvOl_m4zJpHWKWwGqVr5ZSJCLpXZkbdZg-WUAhZzP/s400/020.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwayqGYBdYYu51Lp2yuFaU9SccqlyczVpAzjqpvrQSU-cv7icTX7IWroIJ2FHEsraht5Ym5PhWTBbq0XKesryKYIkTeV4ruU7q_vnNHKa_GkGf289GsmI1VN_a7Z1vKQ3henvfRC41AVIa/s1600/013.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468246570024729474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwayqGYBdYYu51Lp2yuFaU9SccqlyczVpAzjqpvrQSU-cv7icTX7IWroIJ2FHEsraht5Ym5PhWTBbq0XKesryKYIkTeV4ruU7q_vnNHKa_GkGf289GsmI1VN_a7Z1vKQ3henvfRC41AVIa/s400/013.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLVzY1F37pz96I3_JJVnx112q21MIQa0ENFi76s6H7gNTBA58TVdFNO9L-fl1SAtV-NWE-rUF5ul_u9IC05TuzlLaHS87TZuEVuhN-N_pVV_HREpTq1RS95ydkJqroOd7KTe32bCgDHPvD/s1600/012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468246564415887314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLVzY1F37pz96I3_JJVnx112q21MIQa0ENFi76s6H7gNTBA58TVdFNO9L-fl1SAtV-NWE-rUF5ul_u9IC05TuzlLaHS87TZuEVuhN-N_pVV_HREpTq1RS95ydkJqroOd7KTe32bCgDHPvD/s400/012.JPG" /></a>Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09124685429849096969noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334379401340425568.post-1694546875418460402010-04-26T10:54:00.000-07:002010-04-26T11:21:30.474-07:00Oops!<div align="center"><strong>He did it again.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="left"><br /><br />So it turns out that Urban is a bit of a klutz. He is constantly tripping over his own feet, running into walls or falling out of his chair for absolutely no reason at all. He'll just be sitting there, then next thing I know he's on the floor. Nothing will happen, he won't even be goofing off, he just falls down. It mystifies my mind. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><br /><br />Well sadly, he also falls down stairs. The entire time he was learning to walk and then perfecting the art, he never fell down our stairs. Now that he's a seasoned pro he's done it twice. Unfortunately his face always takes the brunt of his falls. I've never actually seen it happen. I just hear the ruckus and start running. I feel so bad for him, it looks just miserable. Our stairs aren't carpeted and they have the metal studs on the end. It must hurt so badly. Poor little guy!</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><br /><br />Here's a picture of his latest stunt... (it's a bit out of focus)</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLFGH2v3CY579pNlK2r5EFKzskyjQ-goPK5dxZ7Q_CPS85yVqYlvnqR5owUoybkQSxqpa9bJICBrZVBPwx03EZZGwgBMSEpA0AafKG1x36FzO9sVBHzm_AuDYxZVOCxOjVOho97PJj07Yp/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464507062938103186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLFGH2v3CY579pNlK2r5EFKzskyjQ-goPK5dxZ7Q_CPS85yVqYlvnqR5owUoybkQSxqpa9bJICBrZVBPwx03EZZGwgBMSEpA0AafKG1x36FzO9sVBHzm_AuDYxZVOCxOjVOho97PJj07Yp/s400/008.JPG" /></a> And this one is from back in September...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS6i4vSug5VhxQmZphaeiyt8_g9sBg84xYVeRRGrrA4nasLe8kF7BnWVbz1XVdvc54BsicWux7UFvlRF6BlppnJPrknkBFZ6cAQw_rmh4Fv5PC_RCnCadJuc7NbRhUAwGNrxHyOnpQLWYD/s1600/DSCF1893.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464507045942534018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS6i4vSug5VhxQmZphaeiyt8_g9sBg84xYVeRRGrrA4nasLe8kF7BnWVbz1XVdvc54BsicWux7UFvlRF6BlppnJPrknkBFZ6cAQw_rmh4Fv5PC_RCnCadJuc7NbRhUAwGNrxHyOnpQLWYD/s400/DSCF1893.JPG" /></a>He always seems to hit right in the same spot, right on the bridge of his nose. OUCH!!! Luckily he's always been okay. He just needs some extra cuddles & loves.</div>Holliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09124685429849096969noreply@blogger.com5