tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583360798291274582024-03-04T22:46:28.343-08:00Laudie FamilyLindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491126659303674218noreply@blogger.comBlogger151125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958336079829127458.post-69897530595624291902011-02-07T10:02:00.001-08:002011-02-07T10:07:32.988-08:00Valentine's Crafts - Day 2<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi03eMOb38xOuc5IQrjpOvVxLxghGrP36kPMVnNyRLQbg7wcyRHz1N0JX9TM6aHHqPUIyaQTbvyKB_RHee0gbaoD4kiNsObfQyYIu-bBnLpNoLi9p0UBTqBJgxyx0EuJwsxeiLVbJkcQjN_/s1600/P2040003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571010752121422562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi03eMOb38xOuc5IQrjpOvVxLxghGrP36kPMVnNyRLQbg7wcyRHz1N0JX9TM6aHHqPUIyaQTbvyKB_RHee0gbaoD4kiNsObfQyYIu-bBnLpNoLi9p0UBTqBJgxyx0EuJwsxeiLVbJkcQjN_/s320/P2040003.JPG" /></a>We did another little activity on Friday. We made tissue-paper flowers. Amy loved this. Even though I had to do most of the work for her, since scissors are hard and she's a little rough with separating the tissue paper, she has been carrying around the flowers every day since!</div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491126659303674218noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958336079829127458.post-85330664484421575712011-02-07T10:00:00.000-08:002011-02-07T10:05:35.380-08:00Financial Goals for 2011<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQsk6CkeFYbqMHrIkCQFgmoVtbkEkrG4kPoOVGt38SGGRnXPjWdnQLluICOlYkXrQmigffM35fzlJGXMDO9-RwFCgO7p0asliBr9Gl_Q9m9qUbYxpEzgvFsCNz1Fcr9qSFrw8R5g0YkCwd/s1600/saving.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571010366923584258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQsk6CkeFYbqMHrIkCQFgmoVtbkEkrG4kPoOVGt38SGGRnXPjWdnQLluICOlYkXrQmigffM35fzlJGXMDO9-RwFCgO7p0asliBr9Gl_Q9m9qUbYxpEzgvFsCNz1Fcr9qSFrw8R5g0YkCwd/s320/saving.bmp" /></a><br /><div>The past year and a half have been crazy, to say the least. We have moved 4 times (including a short stint at my in-law's house) and have changed jobs 3 times. After all the craziness of life and this economy, we are determined not to be thrown into panic-mode anymore.<br /><br />Our solution? We are going to put aside, what we consider, a year's supply of money. This is not the amount we would spend if we were employed, but should the economy freak-out, should Mike's company suddenly close, or some other devastating event, we don't want to have to immediately move or worry how long we can survive with the amount of money we have saved. So we decided to buckle down for a year and put away a large amount into our savings each month.<br /><br />So January has come. And we did it! We were able to put away the full amount we wanted to, plus a little extra! We did go over on some of our budget items, but we stayed under on the others. So we are pretty darn proud of ourselves! In fact, with the money we had saved from our previous savings, plus January, plus February and our tax refund (woo hoo!), we will possibly be halfway there already! Although we plan to save for the entire 12 months, putting aside more for a down-payment for a future house and a celebratory trip to Europe hopefully planned for Summer 2013!</div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491126659303674218noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958336079829127458.post-22683592627268804342011-02-03T11:13:00.000-08:002011-02-03T11:13:59.054-08:00Valentine's Crafts - Day 1Sometimes I strive to be a good mom. I feel like I'm succeeding this week. I've decided that, during Matthew's naptimes, Amy and I are going to do a Valentine's craft / activity / something together. Yesterday was the first day, and we made Valentine's placemats for the table. Cardstock, stickers, glue, sequins, and doilies, along with some contact paper, makes a fun little placemat for the family. And she had a lot of fun doing it ("Mom, I want to do the glue myself."). <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">Great job Amy!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl1HysOGRb42ipsfLk55EPmOW2Z09UgHtFSIa52nLRAESv4qyvIJ-R6NvHRyt6PydFBSrSCo0_Q3j3gglJQKaRyXXO4ECCinKDMXdzkSvdjlRgBCaQg67L-UVraPiZsthOl5z5d_UhpX4W/s320/P2030001.JPG" width="320" /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491126659303674218noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958336079829127458.post-41292028019886140182011-02-02T07:51:00.000-08:002011-02-02T07:51:22.024-08:00Funny AmyWell, it's a new year, so it's time for the Biggest Lewis-er again... yes, we put all our weight back on... dang it. The goood news? I'm winning (bring it everyone!)... so far! I bought some special K, and by bought I mean got for .15 a box with a coupon the other day. Amy asked for some, but knowing she probably wouldn't like this non-sugared cereal and not wanting to waste my healthy food, I told her it was for mommies who wanted to get skinny.<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Well, the next week she was at my in-law's house while Mike and I were out. My MIL, whom I had sent an extra of my super duper cheap boxes of Special K to, asked Amy if she wanted a bite of her cereal. To which Amy responded, "No, it's for mommies to get skinny." My confused in-laws got a good laugh out of that one!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzBJV8icUl9B8HsDKtSmPxWTNaKUw4WUQQ6QSol_jQ9dn2rraNKnB05ehp-k4mzCrogbhUlVHTzHu5H27loJ6S8zO5Cwd5yPV4HgO5Rh2w5d6V5Ze-5zkyvtGakRlbHvMzCGG58JjKplxb/s1600/PC040010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzBJV8icUl9B8HsDKtSmPxWTNaKUw4WUQQ6QSol_jQ9dn2rraNKnB05ehp-k4mzCrogbhUlVHTzHu5H27loJ6S8zO5Cwd5yPV4HgO5Rh2w5d6V5Ze-5zkyvtGakRlbHvMzCGG58JjKplxb/s320/PC040010.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">This is what my kids look like each morning when they have their morning snack of cereal and Toy Story.</div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491126659303674218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958336079829127458.post-23767914499712207952011-01-29T10:34:00.000-08:002011-02-03T10:43:46.122-08:00An excuse to wear a formal!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>I love to dress up. Any excuse to doll myself up, I'm in. Usually I prefer it when I'm thinner... but I've lost some weight, so it was okay this time. My MIL, mine and Mike's birthdays, bought us tickets to their ward's YW fundraiser. It was a formal dinner and dance. So we went through the closets, sorted through a lot of jewelry, gloves, and purses, and got all dolled up. The girls got a flower for their hair, the boys got a rose for their lapel, and we dined and danced the night away, complete with Salsa dancing instructions and a band. The YW served us delicious food (note to self: get that gravy recipe) and we had a great time visiting with friends and family. And I got to go out with my good looking hubby! Thanks Mom & Dad Laudie!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"> P.S. Our night out also included babysitting. I don't think the kids minded at all!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTYk72ZgJURcEOkpzOgQ0sAVmM1_kYh_5N7ztbF61tL95hCKVARCtpoeD6Zj1rQ18lj09j3_fTT5Hm6Tp0tkzRu-O8elnXUcZ9RseLRAppEktMgwTnlcRw4wAFf_GLY6SLliTyv8_nKGxJ/s1600/P1290033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTYk72ZgJURcEOkpzOgQ0sAVmM1_kYh_5N7ztbF61tL95hCKVARCtpoeD6Zj1rQ18lj09j3_fTT5Hm6Tp0tkzRu-O8elnXUcZ9RseLRAppEktMgwTnlcRw4wAFf_GLY6SLliTyv8_nKGxJ/s320/P1290033.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Note to Amy: Don't fall asleep near your brother. He will pile dolls on your back.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixdN0XXixVdoU0p1A2UwUYeKK2DDtCvGDWHgqmL8ag-RFJPeve2rO-BU-6CuNjcJIqH7RK6Eaan5ZkRhPJDiaIChXUadNPZ5WlI2ReQl4R-F5By0Oirr6nglNhZ9rJw2visd6rah_Hcl1i/s1600/P1290032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixdN0XXixVdoU0p1A2UwUYeKK2DDtCvGDWHgqmL8ag-RFJPeve2rO-BU-6CuNjcJIqH7RK6Eaan5ZkRhPJDiaIChXUadNPZ5WlI2ReQl4R-F5By0Oirr6nglNhZ9rJw2visd6rah_Hcl1i/s320/P1290032.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491126659303674218noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958336079829127458.post-52700913153032301682011-01-25T18:28:00.000-08:002011-02-03T19:12:25.490-08:00Happy 30th Birthday Mike!<div style="text-align: center;">30 years ago, Michael Richard Laudie graced the world with his presence. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5yNgdHYrIXUUgy2VyDeLYbjT-OrPCxghVy_rkz8z6N0VQeCI35BYBLA-nrdokKETFvMJSxkTLqZ_yhQSd621rWtOQrwSxF1e-w6W95yknNhWGkaz03EtyUi2VAgabm7X0yckZYRUVpTlA/s1600/Mar+1981+-+Baby+Michael+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5yNgdHYrIXUUgy2VyDeLYbjT-OrPCxghVy_rkz8z6N0VQeCI35BYBLA-nrdokKETFvMJSxkTLqZ_yhQSd621rWtOQrwSxF1e-w6W95yknNhWGkaz03EtyUi2VAgabm7X0yckZYRUVpTlA/s320/Mar+1981+-+Baby+Michael+%25282%2529.jpg" width="226" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">30 years later... he's still here! Hooray for us!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKVAHnLeAcYWfLluzM8FfGI3uSRGXNMcOxSgqHufmqkO1qC1MiYR9N1vR6JoHpAXA342Rhn_3lBmq8wCl4084eg9D50eUQSFtn8pILgoYlJ5oCZFusLasSshWIIeo5ZRerUIJldvqaqFSx/s1600/P1290041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKVAHnLeAcYWfLluzM8FfGI3uSRGXNMcOxSgqHufmqkO1qC1MiYR9N1vR6JoHpAXA342Rhn_3lBmq8wCl4084eg9D50eUQSFtn8pILgoYlJ5oCZFusLasSshWIIeo5ZRerUIJldvqaqFSx/s320/P1290041.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">My sweetheart turned 30 today. While we had originally intended for it to be a little more of a low-key day, the kids and I just couldn't pass up the excuse to shower him with love and attention. We started off the day by delivering cupcakes, balloons, and a candy bar to his work - just so everyone would know it was his birthday! It's so fun that he finally works somewhere that we can do that - everywhere else has been in classified areas and we couldn't sneak up on him! </div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Then we came home and cleaned and cooked and cleaned some more, because that night it was party time! Mike's parents and siblings, including Jim and Emilie and their crew, came over for the festivities, along with John and Elon and Austin (John works with Mike at Imagine Learning). I had invited a couple of Mike's old roommates (shout out to Bryce and John!), but being the dingbat that I am, I accidentally gave them the wrong address (South... not North...) and they didn't have my phone number, but they were there in heart! </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNbmlI8rHTIlYK8gqlnPhWSnmn28_uK026oHWFOQC0i78krrCzeJ8B8GQvrajnDoGioubV3HFTJKroQWNZyHfbkQcKLYXAfBIEGU5c0Ktq8TG12FLgXF3gP_HOw8b9FXD0SVQd3jbJasxa/s1600/P1250023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNbmlI8rHTIlYK8gqlnPhWSnmn28_uK026oHWFOQC0i78krrCzeJ8B8GQvrajnDoGioubV3HFTJKroQWNZyHfbkQcKLYXAfBIEGU5c0Ktq8TG12FLgXF3gP_HOw8b9FXD0SVQd3jbJasxa/s320/P1250023.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">We started off the night with some good food - Mike requested ribs for his birthday dinner. Being the worrier I am about not having enough food, I also made BBQ pork sandwiches, a TON of garlic mashed potatoes, a TON of steamed broccoli and cauliflower, and a lot of rolls. Mike's mom supplied the jello. After eating more than our fill, we moved onto the games.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">For the record, I am not typically a party game person. I'm more of a "have games and activities available and if people want to use them, great, if not, that's fine too." However, it was Mike's 30th birthday, so I wanted to spotlight his 30 years, so there were games. The first game was "How old is Mike?" I printed off 27 pictures of Mike (one from each year - there were a couple of years that Mike was apparently absent from in his family's collection of pictures) and mixed them up. Then everyone had to guess which picture was his newborn picture, which one was age 1, etc. Surprisingly, it was more difficult than I thought. Even Mike only got about 19 of them! The grandprize winner was Mike's dad, followed close behind by Emilie.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA6d62KnwtJ7BWixQO56ZV2cDLVE7e96aymhN2GALV1BxMPcDSaZcDuXAnLBTgeagl7xFiQJAfNLoV9g5JUHGTw8C8GNoIC7EjWJhy80cdI2GXw7O9Sz5MzQP8IMxux6kx6U3935Ikqm3B/s1600/P1260024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA6d62KnwtJ7BWixQO56ZV2cDLVE7e96aymhN2GALV1BxMPcDSaZcDuXAnLBTgeagl7xFiQJAfNLoV9g5JUHGTw8C8GNoIC7EjWJhy80cdI2GXw7O9Sz5MzQP8IMxux6kx6U3935Ikqm3B/s320/P1260024.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The next game was "name that song." I got a song from each year of Mike's life (not the #1 hit, but just a popular song) and played a clip from it. Points for name of song and artist. While it was recommended that I outsource this project next time (some of my songs weren't appreciated - who doesn't recognize the Tootsie Roll anyways!), everyone seemed to have fun and it was an enjoyable stroll down memory lane! The winner of that game was John by a landslide!</div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipF3mE9kBxM12HRvCGHJiemi9GrbqmZjKoecvdDWcrizXxfJ1C93G12bO5x-07CAkY2jdoS3REFkg5YalzwIBuoAXwPLpIMd2xPO7a4V9TWCfN0gZtxo4gZ70OK8Mvnh4ueWKEp6kjOoOv/s1600/P1250019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipF3mE9kBxM12HRvCGHJiemi9GrbqmZjKoecvdDWcrizXxfJ1C93G12bO5x-07CAkY2jdoS3REFkg5YalzwIBuoAXwPLpIMd2xPO7a4V9TWCfN0gZtxo4gZ70OK8Mvnh4ueWKEp6kjOoOv/s320/P1250019.JPG" width="320" /></a>Of course we had cake! This year Mike picked a brownie trifle (brownie, chocolate brownie pudding, whipped cream, toffee bits, repeat). This was a change up from the cake he has requested every year since we were married (Strawberry Tunnel cake), but very good. I think this is the first time that there were NO leftovers of a birthday cake - granted we had a lot of people over! And, yes, I did put 30 candles on the cake. Looks a bit like it's going to burn the house down, doesn't it? </div><br />
It was a really fun night, and we were all happy to celebrate Mike's birthday with him! <br />
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</div>In honor of Mike's 30th birthday, here are 30 things I love about Mike:<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">30. He has no rhythm when it comes to dancing- it makes me smile to watch him try to dance! </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">29. He is completely blind. Ever watch a blind man look for his glasses or contacts in the morning? Sometimes I put them right in front of him so I know he'll never find them!</div>28. He's always willing to try new things - recipes, activities, etc.<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">27. He's also a creature of habit - while he tries new recipes, he'd still pick Chicken Divan over almost anything because that's what he's always loved.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6NNIp4Drvvi0rK3hsPDt4ARhB8s048GM0hv96zgOhXyvvKDp4Z98D1yWL2unehDM2bXKoKXNLi0p5r_PxASrnQBCrpiM3yzi8ffDGQ4fJC8y_vIcT_nsa8Lr4ckAeRV5LEZixgN-AO2Fe/s1600/PC200001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6NNIp4Drvvi0rK3hsPDt4ARhB8s048GM0hv96zgOhXyvvKDp4Z98D1yWL2unehDM2bXKoKXNLi0p5r_PxASrnQBCrpiM3yzi8ffDGQ4fJC8y_vIcT_nsa8Lr4ckAeRV5LEZixgN-AO2Fe/s320/PC200001.JPG" width="240" /></a>26. He's neurotic and obsessive about organizing things on the computer. Seriously, do you need your music classified by artist, title, include the lyrics, etc.? How about scanning all the pictures in your parents' closet for the past 35 years and labeling, dating, and tagging everyone in all the pictures? Yep. The world needs crazy people like that! </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">25. He couldn't tell you the time if his life depended on it. Even if he was sitting next to a clock, he would still be surprised by the time and be late to wherever he needs to be.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">24. He's loud. I feel the need to apologize whenever we go to his parents' house because he runs amok with all the kids and gets them all hopped up and energetic. But my kids, and his siblings, and the kids in nursery, love it!</div>23. He's cheap. My family used to think my wallet was tight, but then I married Mike and we together were worse. But he's amazing at helping us keep on budget and saving for the things that are really important to us.<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">22. He's an avid disc-golfer, and he actually tries to learn and get better! I'm a "throw it wherever and see where it lands" kind of player, but he actually aims and stuff. I'm impressed.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">21. He loves to read. He listens to books on tape while he's working and almost always has at least 3 books by his bedside that he can't put away because he's in the middle of all of them.</div>20. He loves puzzles. Mostly logic puzzles, but pretty much any puzzle will make its way into his hands.<br />
19. He's a game-player. Any type of game, especially if its a strategic game, he loves. Our boardgame collection grows every year.<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">18. He's COMPETITIVE. Which works out well, because I am too. Our motto is "If I can't win, at least I'm going to beat you" (meaning each other).</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">17. He's a compulsive cheater! The first time he played Phase 10 with my family, he held a wild in his lap - now we always watch him very closely.</div>16. He still wears shirts that he wore in high school!<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">15. His "Friday shirt". This is the shirt he wore every Friday night, until he found out my roommates and I were laughing about it behind his back... because it's a Hawaiian shirt with a printed shirt beneath it... and he left it unbuttoned low enough that you could see the printing! Shiloh? Brittany? Am I right? For the record, I don't think he's worn the Friday shirt in our entire married life... maybe once, but I don't think so.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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13. He loves holidays! Mike is always willing to dress up for Halloween, hide Easter eggs, decorate gingerbread houses, and shoot off fireworks! <br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">12. He is a great sport. Even when the game becomes "beat Mike" or we break into song singing "Out in the desert he wanders," he takes it with a smile and a playful comeback!</div>11. He loves my family. We're a family of loud sisters, but he not only takes it but joins in!<br />
10. He loves his family. He is a great son and brother!<br />
9. He loves to sing. While I am practically tone-deaf, he sings in the ward choir, even though I refuse to go. One of these days he'll get a music calling - he's been holding out for years!<br />
8. He's a hard worker. When we wanted sprinklers in the backyard, who dug the trenches? Yep, Mike.<br />
7. He served an honorable mission and talks about it! We are continually talking about when we can make it back to Estonia and all the things he wants to show me!<br />
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5. He lets me be a stay-at-home mom.<br />
4. He's always willing to serve - if someone's moving, his name is on the top of the list.<br />
3. He has a strong testimony.<br />
2. He loves my kids.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Birthday My Love! Can't wait to spend your next 30 years with you!</div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491126659303674218noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958336079829127458.post-76837251790944982322011-01-25T10:29:00.000-08:002011-02-03T10:34:17.848-08:00Sleepy Matthew<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Matthew has, within the past month, switched from two naps to one. So now he's up until after lunch, then down for a couple hours. Well, sometimes he doesn't make it...</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirSfEmEOF6bl8GjieFXxMGyRyLEayW5mCQkKZQOBKBsD5TieVToeoROm0QmeVeV3TNcOX38xlqTMexkIQ_fe4BwsrvnQn1sP0y-AHYJH-JG84wuWb5Rn5SXcSStHUu1nn0z21d4xpldN3Q/s1600/P1250017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirSfEmEOF6bl8GjieFXxMGyRyLEayW5mCQkKZQOBKBsD5TieVToeoROm0QmeVeV3TNcOX38xlqTMexkIQ_fe4BwsrvnQn1sP0y-AHYJH-JG84wuWb5Rn5SXcSStHUu1nn0z21d4xpldN3Q/s320/P1250017.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491126659303674218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958336079829127458.post-53263334066512525192011-01-22T10:19:00.000-08:002011-02-03T10:28:59.757-08:00Pretty Pretty Princess<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkiPidtbiCOANFEEeWdwU_s078WrGSrTZu45mzzHuIEeO33s0DHS0fBqV9W5giiWKUBS231aaCxmVRfDLTcCqsPCR6U9zplQiZdALzkXqYmokNY5dKj-tk6vvjeyNna6ZbxO8FhZFwEVq2/s1600/P1220013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkiPidtbiCOANFEEeWdwU_s078WrGSrTZu45mzzHuIEeO33s0DHS0fBqV9W5giiWKUBS231aaCxmVRfDLTcCqsPCR6U9zplQiZdALzkXqYmokNY5dKj-tk6vvjeyNna6ZbxO8FhZFwEVq2/s320/P1220013.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The Disney Store in Orem was having a Princess Tea Party for little girls 3 and up. Doesn't this sound exactly like the kind of thing my daughter would want to go to? YES! I think she had a pretty good time. They were limiting it to 50 girls, so we got in line 1/2 hour early (that's the soonest they'd let you) and got her crown, which was her pass to get into the party. It was a good thing too, because they did fill up. Then we spent the next 1/2 hour walking around the store, looking at all the disney stuff (again, heaven for Amy). I was a mean mom and didn't buy any of the 100 things she said "can we get this" to, unlike those other soft moms. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBzFwVHFtqCO1DvgxD5g5xq9RCeY6LpKO-9ntKpc6WvsqD0uy-KAP7nZTSTrjxrxA5yQD5GWJ19TBNQw01p3r44h4QL6D5Wm17musQdHzyMqvu6LPdmnO-p0VvPDwdTfRuzMfWlB7ttlBV/s1600/P1220015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBzFwVHFtqCO1DvgxD5g5xq9RCeY6LpKO-9ntKpc6WvsqD0uy-KAP7nZTSTrjxrxA5yQD5GWJ19TBNQw01p3r44h4QL6D5Wm17musQdHzyMqvu6LPdmnO-p0VvPDwdTfRuzMfWlB7ttlBV/s320/P1220015.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">When it was time for the party to start, it was a bit cramped with 50 little girls AND their parents/siblings that were watching on (they just did it in an open spot in the store - not much room). After playing "guess that Disney princess" and "carry the sugar cube from the sugar bowl to the tea cup", they decorated a princess cup with jewels and called it good. It was a fun little thing, but definitely a little chaotic with all those girls (and one boy whose mom said he loves princess stuff and wanted to be the prince... yeah...). But I definitely had the prettiest princess at the ball!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihEIEhc1iOwQ4ewbqZJOPImp-Zjt4IEI97ZfLpqyoKqidFNjBcbnrGDT5uAds3kHx2Z2SpGTcBP0KRSfD52b_iXrvu1MfvOVCKxUQsqF25nh2uHQ0jcjP1D6-Gllz7515_X6Vx_CseqQgO/s1600/P1220014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihEIEhc1iOwQ4ewbqZJOPImp-Zjt4IEI97ZfLpqyoKqidFNjBcbnrGDT5uAds3kHx2Z2SpGTcBP0KRSfD52b_iXrvu1MfvOVCKxUQsqF25nh2uHQ0jcjP1D6-Gllz7515_X6Vx_CseqQgO/s320/P1220014.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491126659303674218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958336079829127458.post-80882085461038501852011-01-20T10:01:00.000-08:002011-02-03T10:19:00.514-08:00Soldier Hollow<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm-dFKKcpgg-G-vT542DIBJRJoR7bMml_fSrG3-2x8Xyp4VL-BcgqadQsDoDa5FLIbbHX9wJJ_65En9PxfEqG1W4D5j7CTsRi-HmTthkHm4QMtvWpnP6kUqoO6Jr62ZZu-Fttc4uNIAA4r/s1600/P1200003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm-dFKKcpgg-G-vT542DIBJRJoR7bMml_fSrG3-2x8Xyp4VL-BcgqadQsDoDa5FLIbbHX9wJJ_65En9PxfEqG1W4D5j7CTsRi-HmTthkHm4QMtvWpnP6kUqoO6Jr62ZZu-Fttc4uNIAA4r/s320/P1200003.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">We've been to a few work parties in our married years. A couple family barbeques, a couple adult Christmas parties... but Imagine Learning has BY FAR the best party ever! They rent out Soldier Hollow, a sledding hill complete with lift, for two hours of play time. SO FUN!<br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">We got all suited up and headed to the hill. We soon found out that kids could not sit on laps, which started to make us nervous. We didn't know if Matthew would sit on the tube all the way up the lift by himself, or if Amy would be willing to try, but we gave it a go anyway. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0cOXYkEVzXb4BvmurpWgEWA-65WYnCbYzwExr9DKVd36PSZa_gpVb17Sjj7F9wuGBUBMBr0jjCyt-jjK7bOI454JFhny2qrFB0ubVSBOEeqp7DXhlmxfYo4MVEIWcLoiuu2vEBREVWroV/s1600/P1200001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0cOXYkEVzXb4BvmurpWgEWA-65WYnCbYzwExr9DKVd36PSZa_gpVb17Sjj7F9wuGBUBMBr0jjCyt-jjK7bOI454JFhny2qrFB0ubVSBOEeqp7DXhlmxfYo4MVEIWcLoiuu2vEBREVWroV/s320/P1200001.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Amy on the lift</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggYvemsTlo__JaucrvYX2C56q8FRiIArvFlIzcRczTthyyoqZcBwkIgQWDua2LgLrzJPQN_jKc79Y9fJZDx_x0ry0Z8rdkMx0NecBGvZxd03AUcnWDqNtrsiK40LLspMh4L3z-pkm1IPA-/s1600/P1200002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggYvemsTlo__JaucrvYX2C56q8FRiIArvFlIzcRczTthyyoqZcBwkIgQWDua2LgLrzJPQN_jKc79Y9fJZDx_x0ry0Z8rdkMx0NecBGvZxd03AUcnWDqNtrsiK40LLspMh4L3z-pkm1IPA-/s320/P1200002.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Mike & Matthew on the lift</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Matthew did try to wiggle out, but we made it to the top. I read part of the rules before going down, which said "don't drag your feet". So I didn't. And believe me, it goes pretty fast (the employees said they clocked themselves at 65 mph the night before). But I was brave and refused to put my feet down. Apparently the guys at the top are supposed to tell the sledders that when you get to the lighted cones you're supposed to start to slow yourself down. Oops. When the guy at the bottom started waving at me, I dropped my feet and we only went through one of the netted gates. In my defense, some people made it through 3 layers of the fence. <br />
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Now Amy is the biggest chicken when it comes to trying new things, and I was afraid, what with the whole "going through the net" thing that she wouldn't like it, but she had the biggest smile on her face and said "Can we go again?!" When I turned to find Mike and Matthew, apparently Matthew had tried to wiggle off the whole way down and did not have an ounce of fun. So I sent Amy with Mike and Matthew and I settled in with some hot chocolate. That made him much happier. <br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">After a few more runs (the line was getting long for the lift, so we didn't get to go more than a couple more times), we headed in for some dinner. It was quite good - soups and chili and hot dogs and salad. Very family friendly, which I appreciated. Matthew was much happier when there was food around! </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihpu_iGmhyphenhyphenlvmdLY6FeFU1uZgwGXAioRfHarSqGY1cJz4kFIzUOICObLBLxmOnXQWTRD-ct-S88bByUfFcWe8xnfqDjN4MDNNF_9LdJ2K9nXMNVh2GEXldgfhhzJnxvfuShX42iW3glV2B/s1600/P1200005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihpu_iGmhyphenhyphenlvmdLY6FeFU1uZgwGXAioRfHarSqGY1cJz4kFIzUOICObLBLxmOnXQWTRD-ct-S88bByUfFcWe8xnfqDjN4MDNNF_9LdJ2K9nXMNVh2GEXldgfhhzJnxvfuShX42iW3glV2B/s320/P1200005.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">After warming up, we found out that both of the lifts were supposed to be open to us, but one was broken, so they agreed to give us another hour of sledding. Amy was dying to get a few more runs in. We went back outside, and either everyone didn't get the memo or they took kids home, but we were one of maybe a dozen people out on the hill. After 8-10 more runs (every time we got to the bottom, Amy immediately said "Can we go again?!"), we were cold and tired and ready to come home. But not without Amy's plea to come back again another time! Definitely the best work party ever!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3UG9bwRzbnIdAPwL0C4ebsKVaPJvz8PJXlaqgXmRKQqLEV-jXuEfbytlMqxPWAb1ad4lK38eN9ArfQRESBpC6op_utPr2XAIBCdlzDVtym1YKxx5_eakm3xtEjN2soUryHe-m6ru95LyQ/s1600/P1200004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3UG9bwRzbnIdAPwL0C4ebsKVaPJvz8PJXlaqgXmRKQqLEV-jXuEfbytlMqxPWAb1ad4lK38eN9ArfQRESBpC6op_utPr2XAIBCdlzDVtym1YKxx5_eakm3xtEjN2soUryHe-m6ru95LyQ/s320/P1200004.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491126659303674218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958336079829127458.post-66406381206346673752011-01-08T10:12:00.000-08:002011-02-02T10:13:12.086-08:00December in Arizona<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">While we didn't make it to Arizona for Christmas this year, we did make it down the following Monday. We made the long drive with the kids, complete with movies and snacks. The kids were actually really good most of the trip, but we were ALL ready to be out of that car when we got there. Matthew loved when we got to stop for a potty break, because that meant a short reprieve from his dungeon we call a car seat, but it was usually followed by a short tantrum when we tried to put him back in it. Oh well. We made it. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYIzpmu9MBzPoxDxgxSZHp4MSKasr4hmahC-e7FaJm-0_Yv-Uhs956eeB158AYK9Yqe-4rcajWYJqqfstKZD_o8HWk3212UR849gObEGgqCPBIJzHbkmgsyj_5xzkLzzyxC6qeS1iGi94Y/s1600/PC270148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYIzpmu9MBzPoxDxgxSZHp4MSKasr4hmahC-e7FaJm-0_Yv-Uhs956eeB158AYK9Yqe-4rcajWYJqqfstKZD_o8HWk3212UR849gObEGgqCPBIJzHbkmgsyj_5xzkLzzyxC6qeS1iGi94Y/s320/PC270148.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Lunch Break at Burger King - a chance to run amok!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhddMKYkZZ9iKA39xKt0FWcnZCHBfFy9hhCy-mdNrxGoAYiLdQdIPmdtmYTjgozLj6paQdlwmIL0mvCcCem7EoBI62pVbLdhim37b1debrR6DyDQ7e19CUwNTn9QJ_UHrKbIY4jd2RafZlM/s1600/PC270144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhddMKYkZZ9iKA39xKt0FWcnZCHBfFy9hhCy-mdNrxGoAYiLdQdIPmdtmYTjgozLj6paQdlwmIL0mvCcCem7EoBI62pVbLdhim37b1debrR6DyDQ7e19CUwNTn9QJ_UHrKbIY4jd2RafZlM/s320/PC270144.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://www.imagrier.blogspot.com/">Lisa and TJ and Riker</a> were there for a couple of days more before heading off to Washington for the rest of their vacation, so we were able to overlap and spend some time with them.</div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://www.biggestlewiser.blogspot.com/">Calli and Brendan</a> are now in Arizona (hooray!) because Brendan is now done with Chiropractic school (hooray! - Anyone need a referral?) and they live less than 1/2 a mile from my mom's house, so many nights we got to go over after the kids were asleep and play games (don't worry, my parents were still at home, it's not like we left them alone in an empty house while we played games down the road). </div><br />
<a href="http://summer-lewis.blogspot.com/">Summer</a> and Jessica were there too, Summer home for Christmas break and Jessica enjoying her vacation from school. Didn't see a ton of Summer... she really only slept at the house. Jessica, a little bit more, but not much. Gotta love a social life!<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Of course we spent lots of time with <a href="http://www.grandmadefined.blogspot.com/">Grandma and Grandpa</a>! What did we do? Well, most of the time we ate. Yes, ate. Why, you ask? Because on January 1st we were starting the Biggest Lewis-er again (because we all got fat again... boo...), and we had to eat all the candy and fattening things in the house or else mom was going to throw them away. Honestly, I was tired of junk at the end of it... although I could totally go for some of it now. </div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Mike was only there for a week because then he had to get back to work. We worried whether he would get to come at all, since he just started this job and we didn't think he'd have any vacation time built up to be able to visit. But, just one more reason we love <a href="http://www.imaginelearning.com/">this company</a>, the CEO "gifted" Christmas Eve to New Year's Day off for everyone in the company - no charge to vacation time. HOORAY! So Mike came down for one week, and we tried to fit in everything he wanted to do before we came back. So what did we do?</div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">First of all, we spent some time with my Grandparents. We laugh that Mike is Grandpa's favorite because my Grandpa is a story-teller - mostly fish stories at that - and Mike is an attentive listener and asks questions about said stories. We had spent some time with them up at their place in Lindon a few summers ago and had learned to play 42 with them (it's a dominoes game that's very fun), so we went over a couple of afternoons to visit and to play 42 with them. It was so fun. Amy and Matthew ran around outside (because it wasn't freezing in Arizona and they refused to come inside because they knew when we came back to UT they wouldn't be allowed to run outside without coats anymore) and played in the leaves and looked at the horses. Of course Amy had to pick an orange or two... along with the whole box of oranges and lemons we brought back with us.Gotta love Arizona citrus! We sure do!</div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">We also got to spend some time with our friends the <a href="http://rlowen.blogspot.com/">Owens</a>. Man we miss them! We used to live around the corner and we practically lived at each other's houses. They were the type of friends that you could call on a Friday night and say "we're not doing anything tonight. Want to come over and do nothing with us?" And they would, and we'd eventually pick a movie or game or just hang out. Yep, definitely miss them. We made it over to Goodyear for some pizza and games with them. They also came over on New Year's Eve. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSK6afEGsyu-4dDwm4OOISk5SmVM4qVllcOWIcADsoVo5PFiK3S3Fdk8GGD8JZBlbeITyVwzCE21yY76tXQbXCF1YSi99HrJRbZjxsQNU7CoSlZzp9bIQHC2PyE1opKJryGa3wkpKyOK4n/s1600/PC300152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="243" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSK6afEGsyu-4dDwm4OOISk5SmVM4qVllcOWIcADsoVo5PFiK3S3Fdk8GGD8JZBlbeITyVwzCE21yY76tXQbXCF1YSi99HrJRbZjxsQNU7CoSlZzp9bIQHC2PyE1opKJryGa3wkpKyOK4n/s320/PC300152.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Speaking of New Year's Eve, that was the last day before Mike went home. So of course he wanted to get some disc golfing in. So the Owen's came over to Calli and Brendan's with us after the boys went disc golfing. We had a great time with the Potter's - eating (of course), playing lots of games (my new game learned is <a href="http://www.google.com/products/catalog?q=Puerto+Rico+game&hl=en&safe=active&rlz=1T4GGLT_enUS409US409&prmd=ivns&resnum=3&biw=1328&bih=839&wrapid=tlif129666825357210&um=1&ie=UTF-8&cid=6391304132281335573&ei=YZZJTYFyiqiwA66oyN8K&sa=X&oi=product_catalog_result&ct=result&resnum=1&ved=0CGEQ8wIwAA#">Puerto Rico</a> - very fun!), and shooting off fireworks (did you know they legalized it in AZ for a couple days a year? I'm really surprised!). The kids ran around crazy and the babies crashed in all different rooms. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Amy and Matthew loved playing with cousins. Taylor, Keaton, and Brody were at my mom's house a lot because she watches Calli's kids while Calli's at work. So we got to see a lot of the cousins. Amy and Keaton are really good buddies now - most of the time. Brody and Matthew played in tandem pretty well. Taylor liked to be the queen of the babies and tell everyone what to do. Such is a life of 5 kids, 6 and under. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8cvVcjq04e_RG3U_NOiJGqUZWEWviRgr6yTBWl-ApovRafWTHgZFHJihav4JX0_qfUhfwBGhyZQ9oUDmc2_o6k0GwlcrPNIa2F-fVngx1ODKEZPtQygoIO9NwzA8w_nDS5OjlTLA-F0_8/s1600/P1050155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8cvVcjq04e_RG3U_NOiJGqUZWEWviRgr6yTBWl-ApovRafWTHgZFHJihav4JX0_qfUhfwBGhyZQ9oUDmc2_o6k0GwlcrPNIa2F-fVngx1ODKEZPtQygoIO9NwzA8w_nDS5OjlTLA-F0_8/s320/P1050155.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Amy, Matthew, and I stayed an extra week to spend some more time with my family. It worked out well that we did because my Grandpa was getting knee replacement surgery that week and Mom spent a lot of time shuttling Grandma to west Phoenix to visit him the hospital, so we were able to help out and watch Calli's kids while Mom was out. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I also celebrated my 27th birthday in Arizona. I spent the morning shopping with Calli and Mom, followed by lunch at Pita Jungle (yum!). Later I went out to Goodyear and had dinner with <a href="http://thebeckerbunch.blogspot.com/">Nikki</a> (miss her so much!). It was a low-key day, but very nice. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The trip ended with the drive back to Utah. While I am totally and completely capable and comfortable driving back by myself with the kids, my very loving father and mother insisted on driving back with me. Thanks Mom and Dad! They got to stay for a couple nights and then flew home. They even willingly sat in a car for 11 hours on their ANNIVERSARY! Now that's true love. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;">All and all it was a great trip and we are definitely missing the warmth of Arizona these days! Can't wait to go again!</div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491126659303674218noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958336079829127458.post-63593877626300505522010-11-22T06:50:00.000-08:002010-11-22T06:57:15.749-08:00Best Prize Ever!<p><strong>Mama’s Holiday Wish List Meme</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong><a href="http://bit.ly/tmwishlist" modo="false">TodaysMama</a></strong><strong> </strong><strong>and </strong><strong><a href="http://bit.ly/gamestop10">GameStop</a></strong><strong> </strong><strong>are giving away a sleighful of gifts this holiday season and to enter I’m sharing this meme with you.</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>1. What is your holiday wish for your family?</strong></p><p><strong>My holiday wish is that we can feel the true Christmas spirit this hoilday season. While we always strive for that, we need that extra boost this year! What a great end of this year and jump into the next year that would be!</strong></p><p><strong>2. What is your Christmas morning tradition?</strong></p><p><strong>Santa leaves out his "Santa gifts", the stockings are filled, and we open gifts first thing. If we're visiting AZ, we have sausage gravy and biscuits at Grandma Knight's house. If we're in UT, we SLOWLY open ALL the presents. </strong></p><p><strong>3. If you could ask Santa for one, completely decadent wish for yourself, what would it be? </strong></p><p><strong>A new house. We're currently renting, and a gorgeous, amazing, lovely home is what I would wish for.</strong></p><p><strong>4. How do you make the holidays special without spending any money?</strong></p><p><strong>My friend shared with me this great tradition where they wrap 25 books and put them under the Christmas tree on Dec. 1st. Then they open one present every night and read that book to their kids.</strong></p><p><strong>5. What games did you play with your family growing up?</strong></p><p><strong>We loved Life, Dr. Mario, Tetris, and Pacman!</strong></p><p><strong>6. What holiday tradition have you carried on from your own </strong><strong>childhood?</strong></p><p><strong>"Mrs. Claus" brings Christmas pajamas on Christmas Eve, and when we're out doing something Christmasy (looking at lights, watching a Christmas movie, etc.), she sneaks into the room with the tree and leaves them out for us to wear that night.</strong></p><p><strong>7. Where would you go for a Christmas-away-from-home trip?</strong></p><p><strong>I would love Christmas in New York. I would love to see the tree in Times Square and ice skate in Central Park!</strong></p><p><strong>8. Check out <a href="http://bit.ly/gamestop10">GameStop</a></strong><strong> (link to: </strong><a href="http://bit.ly/gamestop10">http://bit.ly/gamestop10</a><strong>) and tell us, what are the three top items on your GameStop Wish List this year? </strong></p><p><strong>I would love to give my husband a DS, my daughter the Toy Story 3 game, and Rock Band for our family!</strong></p>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491126659303674218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958336079829127458.post-37412893477880170712010-08-09T12:46:00.001-07:002010-08-09T13:36:20.853-07:00Hello Michigan!<div align="center">That's right, we've moved again! Add another state to our travel log.<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503507092451817666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFHtswnO4vZpRX32JMDAmUKa4rekgL-2dNt7FGYmVOpS3IpNVVh11jSSz2cKl_8E5xzkX3kkk0bWwbr0mjLDeznfc-JmYc5ERP0U_I93YxOKqWKbdfUoSIBJ5WYeIaM_ZCCX-sM8l4PajA/s320/80407_MI_welcome_signx.jpg" /></div><div align="center">Is this the picture I took? No, mine was fuzzy because I was balancing my camera on the steering wheel while driving down the freeway, so I went with this one. </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center">We now live in Brighton, Michigan, which is about 15 miles north of Ann Arbor. We are getting settled, unpacking boxes, and getting back into the swing of everyday life. </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503507871587672306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHOG3gfkia9RB-JMs_CYhv4xKP68txroXx7epbgp80vjQCrguYUIKWpItsRwoHLPt004gg01jEmUW0AziX-uHsRmZZc0WaC7pjBOt5Nxx4Up1z1t3R8BFgE6IqjRHApirRGJ57Wpv8MFu8/s320/MI_21662.gif" /> Here's how we got here:<br /><br />Mike took a new position with SAIC, a defense contracting company that was very impressed by his radar skills (or something like that -I'll pretend to know what he actually does...). <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503508226808826786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7sMy4T7idaMWWfjqgDhY5-G7XyRIW_jUTlBixnOu87Q9RbiH14EGP4n1nWXonYWkKWE3S5CLtpVQxKqThFHpr7YFuNKC9RQ-eDQDOR48WNxINC07cp50JDz754r3bCjPmMvwWBPMQQ1ya/s320/saicbluesig.jpg" />I'm sure you're asking "wait, didn't he just take a new job in Ohio last year?" Yes, yes he did. However, due to ridiculous wait times for his security clearance to transfer and the lack of contracts the company won, they laid him off in February. Here's something you should know about me - bad news = no desire to blog because I want to wait until I have good news to counter said bad news. That's the excuse I'll use anyways!<br /><br /><br />Mike started work mid-June. He spent his days working hard and getting caught up to speed on the projects the team is working on, and he spent the evenings house-hunting and playing video games. He was able to come home on the weekends (it is only a 3 1/2 hour drive). We had hoped I could move up as soon as mid-July when I got back from my AZ trip with the kids, but alas, the home we found (and love!) was not available until August 1st, so we were in Ohio until the very last day of our contract.<br /><br /><br />So what was I doing while Mike was in Michigan? Packing? Eh. Cleaning? Eh. House hunting online so that I had a reason to clean and pack? Yes. The kids and I drove up a couple times to look at some houses that we thought might be possibilities. We weren't loving any of the homes, so a couple nights I spent sending mass amounts of emails to relators who were selling homes to that I liked to see if the homeowners would consider renting. And you know what, 2 weeks later the homeowners of the house we're in now needed renters, and we were on their radar! What a great blessing, for us and them!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5W0Umj03I_mPaJJVgAI9EEB5ANeWbsYHqOzhTlOd2Qg9RG2Xt-B5BnmqoguKWa_a60XS0W6pCjdN-xk-T0FkpPeF7wFIHNMx2HFJ8yhwwSN_m3xYgu5Kf-AwrwITKHUS12IrFJTYK6EAX/s1600/P8050504.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503510267251547602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5W0Umj03I_mPaJJVgAI9EEB5ANeWbsYHqOzhTlOd2Qg9RG2Xt-B5BnmqoguKWa_a60XS0W6pCjdN-xk-T0FkpPeF7wFIHNMx2HFJ8yhwwSN_m3xYgu5Kf-AwrwITKHUS12IrFJTYK6EAX/s320/P8050504.JPG" /></a> So, once we found a place I figured I should probably start packing for real... but I didn't. Lucky for me, I have the most AMAZING mom who flew out for a week to help me clean, pack, and babysit my kids while I cleaned and packed.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503508752536904802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTuSeLh1xHKq14IJAsJE1eATEFeMnofXz8bLkVtBvaZFkKK-LU497VV57TAU23KUVsvXQ9b9ySBEkfRZb8IVj-kCo5YXushWOAe-v6Vw5EmXr-TWOTRaR24xFfZz8W8jb3hjMTEvgA2WRF/s320/P8040499.JPG" />One very important lesson I learned during this move: I will NEVER be a truck driver. I had to go pick up the giant moving truck because Mike was not able to get back in town after work on Friday night until after the rental company closed. The entire drive I was thinking "I'm going to hit something... I'm going to hit something..." But I didn't. Which is good. Although I'm sure I annoyed many people while I drove 20 mph down Dorothy Lane. Oh well. At least I didn't hit them, right?<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503509261548224626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBO8Eiq2ZNRJdpCb2H7FCXAV6YX6aW0WwhlUcCx2i5to24YeVo9D41FIw5flCEZ5ZAyN4QpjVGdtzjbUGqtY9FgADc7Iu3Xk2iDUyB34c88PdenfNjpN4VcrFNkzefLy2uyOedkf7HWg7V/s320/budget_truck_home.jpg" /> <p align="center">(My mom told me at least twice that we needed a picture by the moving truck before we returned it. Apparently I didn't listen.) </p><p align="left"><br />After a full day Saturday of loading up (thanks so much Kettering Ward men and ym! You guys were amazing!), waiting for the carpet cleaners, waiting for the realtor to walk through the house, we finally made it to Michigan. Mike drove the truck, I drove Mike's truck with the kids, and Mom drove the car (note: the real reason Mom came was because Dad made her - he didn't trust us to tow a car behind a giant moving truck! Haha!). We stayed one night in a hotel and then moved in. We had a lot of help from our new Brighton Ward (Thanks guys! You were equally amazing!) on Monday night.</p><p align="left">And now we're at the unpacking stage. We're liveable, but still slowly organizing and settling in. We have great neighbors with a little boy just a year younger than Amy. She asks me at least 10 times each day "Is Rowen outside? I'll go check!" She loves having a neighbor her age. She was also happy that this house also had a playset, and I'm happy the slide isn't as gigantic as the last one. I am much less stressed when she stands at the top because it's about half the height. Yeah. </p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiLgHj7WfQLT6S0TU2LBddWGZxoQr8cUV1k_CJ2VFz4fdwUo3-UDwYM0BfJJzm0PTGOvqcaABHLKWjaSayk-W4FksPP0HJ9qBOVRfxR_LQ3Kf8jT9Kt_fzh66KT1eDzWcy-Gkyg9uP8aI2/s1600/P8030472.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503510252538968610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiLgHj7WfQLT6S0TU2LBddWGZxoQr8cUV1k_CJ2VFz4fdwUo3-UDwYM0BfJJzm0PTGOvqcaABHLKWjaSayk-W4FksPP0HJ9qBOVRfxR_LQ3Kf8jT9Kt_fzh66KT1eDzWcy-Gkyg9uP8aI2/s320/P8030472.JPG" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_k8G8gsrFvo6YLpg1lU6W6KsXHTNxhhZJAUQFzYBtSgqSfc3ytNH6n-VIgPk4xTJvZtKzfvPrh2vLjn1Si1CmZIPcLcw2MXCnhNTdLKa6sr13_GEKEiqnKv155nHJHNYrvgZnm2MACv0r/s1600/P8030470.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503510244140848082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_k8G8gsrFvo6YLpg1lU6W6KsXHTNxhhZJAUQFzYBtSgqSfc3ytNH6n-VIgPk4xTJvZtKzfvPrh2vLjn1Si1CmZIPcLcw2MXCnhNTdLKa6sr13_GEKEiqnKv155nHJHNYrvgZnm2MACv0r/s320/P8030470.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXzYJ2lecp0BR0LVzu1edfq2CivDbwsHP5_1jHenx9MuE-27sZBqmBteHVWeApHTXpxsvzX0z8qd1G3eYG8Kwc20dWGh_EwiPG_DVnkOhyphenhyphenBFlsRSUv3SW8c932BE-XP3-8Y9fCyeMsD17F/s1600/P8030475.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503510255584331698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXzYJ2lecp0BR0LVzu1edfq2CivDbwsHP5_1jHenx9MuE-27sZBqmBteHVWeApHTXpxsvzX0z8qd1G3eYG8Kwc20dWGh_EwiPG_DVnkOhyphenhyphenBFlsRSUv3SW8c932BE-XP3-8Y9fCyeMsD17F/s320/P8030475.JPG" /></a> Help! My belly's too big and I can't sit up!<br /><br />So that's us! I'm going to try and backtrack and get caught up on our happenings back to January (has it really been 6 months! Slacker!).<br /></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491126659303674218noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958336079829127458.post-16395899781349243272010-01-29T20:14:00.000-08:002010-01-29T20:33:18.823-08:00Magic ShowFor our January ward activity, Brother Thurman Smith, a professional magician in our ward, offered to do a Magic Show! Hooray! I love this for many reasons: <div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div></div><div>1. I love magic shows!</div><div>2. It took very little preparation and coordination.</div><div>3. It's a great activity for the young and old!</div><br /><div></div><div>There was a family visiting that used to be in this ward who do magic as well. When Brother Smith had done a show for the ward previously, they had been his opening act, so they offered to do it again. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432383563412365074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh44cFRganTalZ7ALngLyZPML0fodHiIFuq2Dha79qOMwY8XUFZkRMCpH4Hp7mh2xWhpPGR8bfU5hTkQ84A2ZdjOE-LdN0TGwvucDHcqVwFKDx8o4Azg8NCWZlWqdewR0OdQ2inPDPGqQ-n/s320/P1160309.JPG" border="0" /></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432383585896527778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBFoWoroOXL4Jw2Upl6hRmvUnYL1xyMYQvMxkjvI1MATHcaNbBGlf_oPELlPSTQCAFDv65y3YgzGQAArB7kT5iPDgdBMNgew1SepQUg4RlCsmGp3cQN3_eC4bpxKUnuyBYwjDbcIAiHJPq/s320/P1160312.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432383571515731650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJAzBbXQwXPu6kZ5c9MJkUeVsvRlnmKrL9_xRuQ8uPT7t5XB8OdCRx0ocIcKYYLC57oj2CliOa076COd90abp3SeTPGDGvsuxEp28iA2NMyjRg0BlvY5SKGa57hmBY0at52kKu9svN-9uw/s320/P1160310.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432383576630466866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0eW7NokEqAro1hY8J05WQit1OqQY3-nloy0D730zGV12TBvk-hHQjFKRzu9CPIVLfGZ3D5TNdDSnYvfrvL-guiRgzr0BYfG7bwuhyphenhyphenp8LNHKjnMQp7-O27lgB9eab-nt6aj-Y-jQwpS4ZD/s320/P1160311.JPG" border="0" />Then, the main attraction! It was really great, especially when he did his head-cutting off act! FANTASTIC! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432383591639103010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtDICy4z_Cc6qqe2DiSzt8m2OghzixCCybC4lDBuC76bWDlRGni3ZZS58SWwR2C7AO7i40jYBMbIg54a9yArwBVgL02DnVAQbu2y5SlPcISdYj2IqLcsLEX9Ruwvo4Via_I_OTyRTo_Khk/s320/P1160315.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432384496721400514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwE95y4zIO7ZLczVeMc4gT8T0TSwGUEszXtlqABUt8WJKpN85-bGiMTVYJohYlPqcN9gpM6ySYZdj5i7HY9NEtydHjE1CzCq3Pn2bAFAFznyTIWkjDz2S2S2mCHzAY0VqABIhWNRrp7Uux/s320/P1160316.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432384501210665250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicajwhIdFC7bIQmNPBmdXkq3xnlpgRtx3iMXppTtdkEPprPQBfeVHv-4huE4fjpr9tmXLQGoKicL0B3GkOyboHky85pmkqBk_GAPKEsJSJ3Q3pmN0tCjo7aEgAX5O6iKRgYWLH8mblkssi/s320/P1160318.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432384509666419762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhERW1P1kN6-QJtnvCWlZWkOHusQQxeE7e7QdSN7uGdCKdvAIrxI_y7_QuBbZKMh12VwyPdcRbBzqzg_ZcU5pPznd1NSBrbSnR7dN9Vz36UG2CUoWP-TRLMmdczwLtbzG0QNNZfcgwO_B4G/s320/P1160320.JPG" border="0" />Now, onto the next activity...</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491126659303674218noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958336079829127458.post-35474847615376587442010-01-29T19:57:00.000-08:002010-01-29T20:14:27.969-08:00My Baby's Getting Big!Matthew is getting SO big! He is now a proficient crawler. He started out just going backwards, backing himself under entertainment units and couches. But eventually he learned to get on his knees and throw his body forward. Now he gets on his hands and knees and just goes! <div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432379018637070658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8pF6mkKlVlp9WbGHYCuFyGHQaCK8NtxE5R192oqr1tVCdgSePPZNyOe13oU9D9YpNev2N_Urk82a8BSRfcY172UNKdYPjtWdxKxqi6uCS2RW2zhKwwrU8L1LKDbXWuRgFtIGaL8llBk38/s320/PC270199.JPG" border="0" />He doesn't venture too far yet (hasn't attempted the stairs or even the front room or deep into the kitchen for that matter), but he can get wherever he wants to go. He is also a climber. He's still a little bobbly though, so he typically either loses his grip and whacks his face on whatever he's coming on (usually the tv stand), or he gets stuck because he doesn't know how to climb down from whatever he's climbed on (like the side of his walker). <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432379010988304626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9RSGXYPIGItxZxZEnDappgBMfReshPIgSMp9yLOQdtZOXhtZnDAoIbWDIKL9ME511cx2rFP5kOE9rkIxvhIy_-3tr7Q9u_xoy0wnmmjKYjETc9Os7-PogRUIJSbS4dsiRlrZdvgnYJGjo/s320/P1130301.JPG" border="0" /> <div></div><div>It's so funny to hear Amy whining from the other room because Matthew has crawled over to whatever she was doing (like a puzzle) and is touching her stuff! She hasn't figured out how to pick stuff up fast enough, so she just sits there and cries until we come and move him. I can just imagine the fights in the upcoming years!</div><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyLbW-yNNTa85WuSQf3x45pmwFN4pbpLVOMdaRrdf4OBs5NBqX807mciZNxzNTwdl85HglURlzeqVRnZHsFlw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><div></div><div>But, at the same time, she really likes how active he is. She crawls around on the floor with him or sits down and says "come here buster!" She asks me to bring him downstairs so she can play with him in the basement a lot. </div></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491126659303674218noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958336079829127458.post-37784275467055609122010-01-29T19:45:00.000-08:002010-01-29T19:57:34.645-08:00Riker James Grier<div align="center"> At 6:00 AM on Tuesday, January 12th, I got a call from my little sister, Lisa. She was having her baby! Hooray! However, the baby was breach (butt first), and she was going in for a C-section! Boo! So I rushed off to Columbus, since my mom wasn't going to get there until that evening (she changed her flight because she wasn't planning on coming til the end of the month - Lisa was 3 weeks early). I got there about an hour after Riker was born. He's adorable!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432376737226443074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9OCkAVJewvsDcUBZ3z8CxYxO1JMEu1RLpGR7YL-IfOmj67WB1SDVqtLYhu1y2mUvdcQZ9M75ySInm15BPx0Mf4WoxHdVrNfwAGkDFh0-QR5puyK4TsRPzFtjlwqlvjjGUTYMPcYsMObIj/s320/P1120285.JPG" border="0" /> A full head of hair! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432376745417077666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4NnrswVMMXvtP7vmnF8-B3lUarTkKnioussUk7-bZ0PRyxSQYeUV1VxTm39wwA5kTsqaaFnnC7Ag71o_gYzdIBisD535TJH5dq9dAZnTbhJhYNyBkaGkLlaHIMSaZwSrHeyqUidcWG8h4/s320/P1120286.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Very flexible after being stuck like this for so long!</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432376751947030450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyzR4aLreKEMHyrd1bQmmrOPSdgwlRhjUL8prd39rF0xkq_-msOkittMsy8NJ_StE_4z4qatEE0c1t_dM1l8MpjOf_R30-yJ36kceJzrs0xc04vEcMwuAVapZf0jMuR6Eladmy_pTHfH3f/s320/P1120294.JPG" border="0" />Congrats Lisa and TJ! You'll be great!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432376732786935170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqX5shygorzcAyYggwaYeWNKn8bC1kNa1rCyT-oo037eqfOMieeNWwnMoWWTS06JcdxLJz-5x6nVOpUKD2Kdwls6hmdbT1K-BpScq95ErK3BGls43bpwlGKtvi8zIsa9xvC15Jsxmb1a9R/s320/P1120284.JPG" border="0" /></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491126659303674218noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958336079829127458.post-63655551159917628332010-01-29T19:26:00.000-08:002010-01-29T19:45:22.726-08:00Snow DayRemember that pitiful little snow day I blogged about previously? I'll admit, I was afraid that was as much as we were going to get. Boy, was I wrong! It snowed for about a week straight. <div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div></div><div>Every once and a while I try to do something fun, like when we first moved to Arizona and I cooked hot dogs and set up lawn chairs and towels in the front room of our apartment on the first day of baseball season so we could watch the D-backs on tv. Well, I decided we'd celebrate snow day. I had grand visions of snowmen and snowball fights... until I remembered that snow is really light and powdery on the first day and doesn't pack well. Oh well... we settled for snow angels and throwing snow into the air. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432371833380689234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR9gLgYLdO_qLcYlk86fEY4vPKVVOpK_2Kw-_7J8owNVhunhhRAk-zro9ZqmbA3Q0krtTTgXPSxEutQAhKGlwOAp7dURrTxx1yTScgKlG9tvHsKRMl07Xgo9UVUN5Zij87IESPUC9fNm4t/s320/P1070241.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432371826229967554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgIHoEWLK83iEd32ZUK2kUpIB4raL3yLxLqpA_B0aIAmjxH29W6PKYN43FvNDVONwkFgMf2g3I8WP3CGRZBBjyokFNl47rUEgcONhVrdoyYdBaEFcIEcAvLQZBj59RUChWcoxm1uNPTttf/s320/P1070239.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432373012500349154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Z-v58-neQA8zoGsetKCNFdo4x-9LVSkB1vKffk7luCEVDy0JNBwBd0SPh7qxDwNJbwRxLC0mVIoYcJ8GOv2elLv7I4_bWPp-Z-eahsJrIBQzNkyRsITpa0W3yThujKUS49QuKH17q0fj/s320/P1070271.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432371821202445250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBUhuRV82nM6BPZa4oxPJqiy6UtDhA-LwDw7xAayjZr9YZB7UvDwUDCf3VdAtByQrBclij28L60_zVqAyIXemSihXXl7Ud9GR2JUgTgA4Cu60XOwySrQparaS3Sc8jl5oAM1YkNXbTjb5w/s320/P1070231.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432371810073322018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCzuwe9abcEfh5zsn9Qg5fWgNeleRKZMFo92F7amiLLcRB521UNQZoTQwOEoabHjX6ZjZwoLaNZHd3SARcXngzqr9c-SBNS5tHi0kBEP7vbQLmq8J85_7hWCS9N-x1bKnLL7vG6vV514pj/s320/P1070229.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432371836132783826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWnTthZgysxUweo5pGehlcNBPoQoMBd9GyVsn3WIpOfsXgtme5p6XYBkKHLDihc4vuJSaGv_-iOR6yZ4ai3eYTJv-OJEl0qjYHDW-gD3HNhKCKkRLjRpvQuqhgSD3gIR9JWr7LevkzGzxZ/s320/P1070255.JPG" border="0" />After playing in the snow outside, we came in for warm chicken soup and hot chocolate with our snow tablescape. Then we did some skiing on the Wii. Amy was surprisingly good! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432373008620251922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_RAx5PZY8bkzqME6HO66jW57aZa1fA4FDU9Y10v8BCCTJcZJ8qyH_CYqIrLUKD90VbD7K8j8_L1YwrXkYe0k8SuGOlZn3GILDN3x7mk330CFal_bwtbNZugdKSIaTgA03e70Qgq0-PzL8/s320/P1070257.JPG" border="0" /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432373021805991922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSao8sP8q3o9uDPJpaJNpZOGAl4qt82-5trWl32mpaZfPvC0aB1fmnW4YmJJRnmYy3nTVltLMY0sny1AhXr6ASi3WoqAQ6qGQIKcWi70QnQx38cd46TANLP4LhJRJN3GF1DQQYWgp4Q9hM/s320/P1070273.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432373029434993874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuilGWrof55YEH6XRfEGXmDkdvKCbkj1YdQ0dm3A6Vr-t1_SahwAtNiIP1mdEMge2OIroDXCsT_6WqA1Pm5LE5wCFgK1Vi1O9xgNclWLFgJxmbf2wpjtrOJTNecd9AiO-2ZLUmzFI2gNMw/s320/P1070281.JPG" border="0" /> <div></div><div>I love my family!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491126659303674218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958336079829127458.post-88742269694377081842010-01-29T19:17:00.000-08:002010-01-29T19:26:30.496-08:00Happy Birthday to Me!Another birthday has come and gone. I'm now 26, and it pretty much feels like 25. I now have 2 kids, I live in a new state, and I'm definitely growing up. <div><div><br /><div></div><div>I spent the day relaxing around the house, not cleaning, etc. That night, Mike and I went to Mimi's Cafe (thanks Hansens for watching the kiddos!). <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432368743525615826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic6SC-embXBJEABSDkc0KYPKl2pz9MRDdqFEzASJL-sRyWamz8NtvcmzG3vdfVaLfr-azVAB0TCqTfPWzWfuYEkXt-5gyHWfqWzbCPC8cFK7DQyn2cAsNr-0pfa5N_K8wOITt9JLU3cSEf/s320/P1060220.JPG" border="0" />Then we came home for cake! Yum - German Chocolate! Actually, half-German chocolate, half chocolate with chocolate frosting, because Amy and Mike don't like coconut.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432368749623179106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBmUYpu_0U9JYIPnc3icTKHmgV-0v-SZyG1SxpcMeix3VUiJWQmSzU8Ln1SioI9eOTRhBOIhv2Hx9dAWgKaZCKe-yPABFJ1k8AfO_WwgKlfaARp5AIj5vdU6DU3kT0Lz6Z4nYS0yEmNPBN/s320/P1060221.JPG" border="0" /> <div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432368757442129650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdOfBN1cCi8xTNpAsfJh1BSCFM83dR0kxnymHv6KQhSsrrk_f4LtRNA9QM5fu8v3jveZ2mlKsJsYAR-VXOYkNwJ4XbyqTe83G1kCVKOHk1XbXbbgRBvos5sclTZa9Apm504ng0VWQToeq7/s320/P1060222.JPG" border="0" /> <div>Mike got me a new saucepan (which I DESPERATELY needed), an organization container for my scrapbooking stuff, and Pride and Prejudice. My mom contributed additional funds to my freezer fund (picture coming soon). </div></div></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491126659303674218noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958336079829127458.post-33977418037198871282010-01-29T19:12:00.001-08:002010-01-29T19:17:53.433-08:00Mike's Christmas Concert<div><div>Oops, this one is a little out of order. Mike had an orchestra concert on December 12th-13th. While it was a "Christmas Concert", Mike played in the couple of short Christmas orchestral pieces, then they had a couple longer pieces that were smaller groups (not strings), which was a bummer. But Mike did good nonetheless! Way to go babe!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432366366316496930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYjPw-vs6Y15ijlLGCnqSX5e_So9oSRSxJ2Lx4KobJ5HadkEMrJDv_XvdsMHWr8KltwdBgXwxokdSIjBsiTMVu1xWK52wQqAB7bcOJ422CKxqdGvk0pDeYPQidMn2vPuT2uL8PimD3tHWl/s320/PC120073.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432366369325383794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN7MOETs9s8sNoHTcb3wYFQvzzZIbKXgh81BNjyo62S08XWR-tsS91qYQBEbMIuFIkVidZfPaEv1OmxQUmQL0diGwW7qm5xTpp0dF6I7QjF0cy2mQF0gh9ww5XY0OpqdeP24mlXgBoYbdl/s320/PC120077.JPG" border="0" />Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491126659303674218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958336079829127458.post-70163515913369438332010-01-29T17:17:00.002-08:002010-01-29T17:39:05.116-08:00Christmas OutfitsWe had some cute Christmas outfits this year, so here's our holiday ensembles!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432340854422313922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie1ceGATmrJxipMqSJPZDq00q8HXthZJtjiZhdPOpyM_EThCb17xmBTj2CWYs6zELhvLc8X2lf57d9DT2vzqi6U8ggK-OLRU1PP2YbPJWhFxs_w9u5bLNgMkLrNH8OO0dICwWvy1RMEsiA/s320/PC060082.JPG" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggyPNaAdaBMxNDbVFcHoymFqF0BD5__6V3UVz7lb_JGLSlkRmbJ3TRJ7Iz4pbf6319bKgXZ6Wx6j2cZQO3vbpV0j65cq1_hJHRJJkeyfAOmTth08NPS8SDyMRD-WzL5bKDp402LAo4jEEv/s1600-h/PC200129.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432340865547136050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggyPNaAdaBMxNDbVFcHoymFqF0BD5__6V3UVz7lb_JGLSlkRmbJ3TRJ7Iz4pbf6319bKgXZ6Wx6j2cZQO3vbpV0j65cq1_hJHRJJkeyfAOmTth08NPS8SDyMRD-WzL5bKDp402LAo4jEEv/s320/PC200129.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiugPQWBghmCa95dUW-wUX2PfJQwB-LzxEzLMPmQqxBWGUKhj7h0mxbukFr_FCGZETko5meW0Esrjnq6UMrCF5cIxz_1A3FHM6Tqzb1XfMVyA4I6ML6KzQ2girVmljnhC6Lj_I72W0bnoR3/s1600-h/PC060079.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432340844415048626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiugPQWBghmCa95dUW-wUX2PfJQwB-LzxEzLMPmQqxBWGUKhj7h0mxbukFr_FCGZETko5meW0Esrjnq6UMrCF5cIxz_1A3FHM6Tqzb1XfMVyA4I6ML6KzQ2girVmljnhC6Lj_I72W0bnoR3/s320/PC060079.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdF0T-RFz68ulgFvFbS1wRI_hzf9JDbo_ehWsDyZBMwhcaoYpI0XTpYGEROoKrcxmsXsAGRVK7rR4t0H_Sn5HXgoswYMFy7IsTJrVeyKh5YmEfK_6sz96VQuRPxXCbJGFVdAuDCTnQPBPo/s1600-h/DSC_0030.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432340841755975474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdF0T-RFz68ulgFvFbS1wRI_hzf9JDbo_ehWsDyZBMwhcaoYpI0XTpYGEROoKrcxmsXsAGRVK7rR4t0H_Sn5HXgoswYMFy7IsTJrVeyKh5YmEfK_6sz96VQuRPxXCbJGFVdAuDCTnQPBPo/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocNpAP-O98V0m3K_B7YutBclnWAs6F-obsmOSnUMAMzB0PpAfT4K6iN4df_KykAm4OCliEDdp65WIFI1z8KYisp8kNvr3BoVIy2In7WFJcZMkG6BNztAhnfVeH45-OncXrngKCeDZRqH5/s1600-h/DSC_0013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432340831446374834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocNpAP-O98V0m3K_B7YutBclnWAs6F-obsmOSnUMAMzB0PpAfT4K6iN4df_KykAm4OCliEDdp65WIFI1z8KYisp8kNvr3BoVIy2In7WFJcZMkG6BNztAhnfVeH45-OncXrngKCeDZRqH5/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491126659303674218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958336079829127458.post-50207028348422783992010-01-29T17:17:00.001-08:002010-01-29T18:54:26.025-08:00Post-Christmastime in Arizona<div>We did finally make it to the Mesa Temple to see the Christmas lights, but not until after Christmas. It was as beautiful as always!</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432360609636423634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrRfTgjtz7sQ0IS90wWaxj3gzWvekI0EEAkSRxlMv_8XyBUSfV2_4vpzJO0dnz-Mei5MGkNLgFEaxj42pzs4e4Yfv57qIJ7VuaoEGUKDarAmbrpwkPMr9AdCCyKjNugXJu6bp6-MrLN2ry/s320/PC260173.JPG" border="0" /> <div></div><div>Mike flew out late Sunday night, taking the red-eye back to Ohio. We were sad to see him go, but glad we got to stay an extra week with my family.<br /><br />One thing we finally got around to doing was our Christmas craft that my mom got for us. She had my aunt pick up these super cute Noel blocks for us to paint. Mom and Calli and I loaded our stuff up and went to Grandma Knight’s house (we needed some peace from the kids because we knew we’d get nothing done with them there!). By the time we got set up, got lunch, went to Joann’s, and finally got started, we didn’t get very far. While I did get mine MOSTLY painted before I left the next week, I will admit that my mom finished the touch-ups and embellishments for me! Thanks Mom!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432354564468704066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyNyNNCxapuzeW8W1P949cvvMgj8WrXvv9qPmUkbAcfEyTMpCjEf58ev6xKsDThOt2ECv6n3LLlaJoZLllJnoKNQW151mmobIZam6RT5ss98x_8T-CWF9oPFI9X4-lhbpe5PuECcrTyJPQ/s320/A+7.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432354577671178674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifetzQp1rPE6RtGSxd7qqe4UOBVNlMK8NCHBBsuRJWK4AG6Ud7tHqEDsgyOvIauXjVi1u86j9nef_JvcxA0d8lfJ2Ek9wh63uivMgqDAzBP9817yUMfb5wd41ndQKEuUsHEhFDb8ND2DrC/s320/A+9.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432354573084267202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfFQnIqwHRATGE15qG_E_HwxIiQK2NCuD6iO8t0Vc9zRyJIY_6YdMr4uLQ9ceeeXgfbQpXjocAF7v9zQup5WqRiyueXN9Y38YdHpDxpqZixxtVuDUuGAUd-X2rdmPBaC5b3solaAtRiiEK/s320/A+8.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432354119488064226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjDwNL7V22MpXvVNrxpq4ILbv3ycUd5ZKUo30iAFPCsfRaPgzCKATI5Q6U5W-LS9vv_NbVb-O7yjTZlBKmI000yWH6mqirp2DftGKITx13OGiWs7xDgjqaoLyYqJpHZuO-vw48HUZcH_8y/s320/A+4.jpg" border="0" /> My Dad promised Amy months ago that he would heat up the “Little Pool” (meaning the hot tub) for her to swim in when she came to see him in Arizona. So one night, the tub was warmed up and we all got to lounge in the pool! Taylor was even brave enough to jump into the actual pool! Crazy girl! Matthew really loved the water!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432354113666176130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5H4LHV145KROmAxr6PpliJ8C1JGkjuXaSFsCSo1GRkxpgwVXga0UvzRZxC6ljq3CiROsffwZPQGXRJ_Z-AY1tdSOCAjZxBJjOTS9nmzaltgsG1bNjINbNgZcA85r6ex3TIPwWsRhbD6jH/s320/A+2.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432354109735865970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyBE5iCa2hxQ3-dwF_4qY-xeiuzHSLLSrpecZTwPoTqQSIXuhHfMqlxDc7DY-YnvwXjj7_PrnyW8xwYbnMk2J7YXredqSel9uLcVCW8x14oQ-RVNX8BDKneplWTrpcJaSXUVq7m1maRWHf/s320/A+1.jpg" border="0" />Amy spent a lot of time playing with her cousins. Taylor and Amy wore the princess dresses from Grandma’s chest EVERY DAY. We often had to convince Amy to take off the dress so that we could take her pajamas off, put her clothes on, and then put the princess dress back on. They also spent a lot of time playing with Taylor’s play dough set in the backyard. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432354564222525506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUqizlP8GLp5lvD0yGu6d23e4EHu75JgO5LSPwC8vbB5gLuMeyY4VRgiKNz29KUPf9FY3A0dfh4B9J86MfqsRuNrXlDIP-81OYBqskYM6eknLMy6bqrCwpEWgzzRc2GQTc9j6wwKxTfGju/s320/A+6.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432354556188655266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsDQAQOPb2h3Gg5Y7ip4vIJVfxNwIxX7R7JEyVtMPZrkfuTS3kZkmpMUSWdBufHkcZ_VYTLSk0ML0alNwh_Z6oZ9G4N1jozk9Mv51a03uwTdfXfPqdYdspYm8A-ZxpXOLzDCkEh9hOiM1z/s320/A+5.jpg" border="0" />We sure wish they lived closer to them! Amy and Keaton got along MUCH better this time! It was so fun! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432354117474886834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkL3ite5JVtS1gQfEKGVHtp-QyipBP8gkP30Bk-OtXZv21yzEFj6tpft3_o2lY8t0pucfNOXIdsEHdmqyPJjSEWOltkSf9IXazaebPCDyfh3s3BCjgklcQrgB_8W6IgTpJeh82OyBJ1_jY/s320/A+3.jpg" border="0" />We of course took the opportunity to go quadding with my Dad one day. We The kids had a lot of fun roaming around, riding the quads, and snacking. It’s always a blast to go out to the desert and ride!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432353538444873778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR3Ob3eupkN4SmLx0V3mPTn5gjqBMMMFVW2Sb7Fil2QFyxGmaBRWQZ1nXv37MUG9ETBQlyC_GFHhkRcAGL6BHooUv-MK4K2_Zwo3Arkh6aNq0XNrBoEEsRWRW0lz9ANWnqpEGPIVfY-FFa/s320/PC260168.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432353508170678882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcgVxViNkOgQUiShUjz3eR02PcGXx_0FQ64ZchlYp8aw8Z3Mr2Vgl3KDk6Bd7UqZOQDnVn-g0Pad2Ej60a89Ji8Ey5AvJCFx8qW8z1OpEcnM69hu2-msXfwicFeb0jBVPaNStbC_fu4oEt/s320/PC260162.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432353517039570418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBTqKt8VhbdB5O34W-eEiRc4zrxnLLB9Sb1uOhQAZsbqCClx0Nv6wDo0GN4clejkgdckdYc1cmJuTg_uVShw7lx5k8rRJq-WEXKo3Mhw5CFa7QwX83JXmknmCZkWSvUw0SHQx0uvMQCGA7/s320/PC260163.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432353523813656482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU4LL8_epIkN116F5JJfZXSKoEWg12u0WZdx5KU4beuP4RDLM07OILEx37cbyXD-mhQEp16o5jad8HffLWFczFyg6OJ2cboVZAYc8wYwv6IFD7TYhXEnN0BfsAbe3oRkMBQytlehpmFJQE/s320/PC260164.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432353527048690978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNYRqvO9AYpfmfqA7WxumWaIx341A7QvsnK38f6P9SVctFa8z_0YFDAFXU-TnRBGL3TmF0s_GwqXKmxbCgLujBfN9ST_ex8tesxM11UE14cy86TbNduYVCVtrZH0vGMCSPJa8IfIbr4Qqw/s320/PC260166.JPG" border="0" /></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491126659303674218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958336079829127458.post-8821327501998768482010-01-29T17:16:00.003-08:002010-01-29T18:20:34.382-08:00Matthew's Baby Blessing (finally!)<div><div><div><div>Though most of you probably didn’t notice, there haven’t been any baby blessing pictures of Matthew yet. Well, that’s because we had not blessed him yet. With the chaos of the move, and wanting to have family there, we kept delaying the blessing. Well, we finally got the chance over Christmas break. While Mike’s family wasn’t able to attend, due to crazy busy Christmas schedules, it was nice to have some family there.<br />Matthew borrowed this adorable outfit from his cousin Brody. Get this – while it’s a little short on him, he totally fits in it. Brody wore this when he was a month or two old. Brody is definitely going to be the enforcer of the group!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432351770617462386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3wFADPeZoyODmfsoCooQOnCamR8ss9w9IYbA9zTnjqPO0jdF-NSTQcjh5NH2XutzAtHHESD2Hj-ro-K125hZYBpVYcdAqHNTdnFv5z2Llk85p7lbGXaLqLEIsDYWxLxMKP3Cl-80OWnfr/s320/PC270192.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432351763448375010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9_upJRMFoTJ_J2ePdCa_UGV3PMO1dz8RRHBn37JJhW9lsLEYd3OHyn5-QmN7PVuO4VvuKhZDAG_Lk1xK9rg6DspLAacT76UYg7oz4pqt68emASkxihb5w1VzgR3glqIFgK8hPaNJPCEaz/s320/PC270176.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432351780007476802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigD3Q45NYWpexXEhI9_1LjqMIuCsii8aOe0qoQwruUOskxur5AZXaxU2-_1Hdsc9gbjbBzLyGOzlPeadAGA3LX4fRspH0HxXEJWbQIRRISrNAJFkMIcYbViMAnok0Kke9CpPXynQmArWEr/s320/PC270193.JPG" border="0" />Mike, Dad, and Brendan were able to bless him. Grandma and Grandpa Knight came over for dinner afterwards too. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432351757608077794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsmgklG_BMaFJ0sP8iW53jsIyeKtO8oQx0voWoKSS0IjK_NaBJSAMbuMCdu5abAVmWy8PE-9Lkf7YuJQphYgXX-yVE2Fvd_lz4Xs8rzCu_Pwf-Y6L0QeDLLtbDCgncbA6J0Whlg8XhC0sf/s320/PC270175.JPG" border="0" />It was beautiful and a very special day for all of us.</div></div></div></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491126659303674218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958336079829127458.post-56837331191545633442010-01-29T17:16:00.001-08:002010-01-29T19:01:30.722-08:00Christmas Eve and Christmas DayChristmas Eve brought the annual Fiesta, featuring Gecko Grill! So good! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432356654477143682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcgbG5u2bI85yyILx9OCUi5MYXGDfA6RNI0OEkm7Bero38rfw3_YdN6zEDzmmOBKn9Pi0XFvCj3jl0S7aEBZLjQ736f-P1YzFi-BDEV-DY5spkxFn9ySBJ3Io1wDgXBef4oQryZrW35ugC/s320/C+11.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432356080384745378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4QG7K1sML9mnORjdF3lTrWKO7R6WJlTLGwLVn-6DEKj0JZlvjseHD_53rNLDFHL7hBYpyGIcPbBFt6c97-HG9dRHQoBBcDG8RivHkyVKEQyRkUh1qhFahQYxu-bKq7hTyOvq9XU8Mipbs/s320/C+10.jpg" border="0" />We also had the 1st annual Lewis Family Nativity! We finally have enough kids who are old enough that we can play the parts (maybe someday we'll be able to just watch the kids do it).<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Amy and Keaton were Mary and Joseph, Mike was the Donkey (he's such a good sport!), <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432355861921642210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijvbcTsTbUYmqHctZvuBfv5pCV-3T-n7zkHjyAv0YJDIlHAHDD7amvlHc-fTfsjtvYxeN3NyxPKC9ObhJLyBgvGvHdTgZ12apESefCqvdok9t0OCbc_V3O42rb0puDjbvED_QuQDf2PsBr/s320/C+1.jpg" border="0" />Calli and Jessica were shepherds, Taylor and Summer and I were angels, <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432355865883204258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOx6IxAaQ8EcUeyRa6KKeEJcYa90u-5BQtZTgon79N15SBCKQupauBqcxJGUjBEZNJftvWspitCWfTlEGMW3L4qLvG0_cdl6YSBSipq_y4RqkmdxhP3EwO1IHE_lQwXa2c3e03C82MVvGk/s320/C+2.jpg" border="0" />and Brendan and Matthew were wisemen (Brody was asleep, so he participated in spirit). <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432355868863853666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGDzn6E_8TMs2elU50c2Amkn6jBwBmihaoZuJNpRv8NoDRHYA6_UoeycGgz51IDJErkhDW_KsuPNerUkFhv4y72jmoKxtDxs74r8hUjD3r9ewchmBZO8FM11uKPQZgIeJRHw-Tgz5gWEZE/s320/C+3.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432355873506389442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGxyyXJKCaCcdIm-n4KnWPPihboVoPltATug_-X8xbWmvYIXOfCoxUeJH0pUYY0dqxFPn0uFy_BexiY2osP4QD2YAk2u4Q0met5fohe18WONbf1TubL0TLCSi91PdEb7E052wCfUqj4TFj/s320/C+4.jpg" border="0" />Dad told the story, and mom did recording and picture taking! Then we got to sit outside around the fireplaces and sing Christmas carols. It was really fun!<br /><br />While we were outside, Mrs. Claus brought the kids matching jammies - after all that coordinating, you'd thing we would have gotten one nice picture for Grandma, but we never did... dang it.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432356658236849602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNkHr-mmFvPF2u119-8pN7fkZMxUbQOTsxvSdLqSpEbP2JthlBaiELWsaTTr9-TvgmUQgLhoA7JnW2PeGPG6Kg83rSMPtjl8BKr9BJ1idvhOwh17cBxlgkSQVDW7YRsx-KdKMfj10ch76c/s320/C+12.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432356064313156082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcz1cGNR69kQY2A5XzIzRI5aUl0Yw2RlibFAhsndbK8DrlJPyjy-EyHoy1hYyxPmGW0UCCKcoAaS2-_i7WRRGTlIeUddLzupXOnpaESyO99Zy5vbYMqAWk0wP08LiJuA1owaeD290gjj1Z/s320/C+7.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432355875518326818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgagS4cOlugdPjFZ4vL9ksxCCO3xFKFGXPV74b3EfVnbTGnf4KHZzQiFm79YhP1yhI887izd1BsUZTP96jkk8RdN_LSOK4-AhyphenhyphensXtZ3S4jnn8Q8Vrt6NSx3FNZpBNLWpp9t7FKtNTMZjIPH/s320/C+5.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432356069885966386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUgoWGMAUAxBW5ZMWr8Zp4zItdS1RzVkkG8SaJDHxcUt4HqtRNwEIzHp6b964F7zlA0AQBtDK_vHMk7iZK4qjCoENx3vrvzikbGAfHVkci3g_5KjL2Jk6I2AjkfLaX-9pBuQvmrB1xTa-3/s320/C+8.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432357822104395874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKWmILIbSZI63EdSOOUeP06PYg_95aNd0iE2CsMchDSuv9mJrDoKg0_alWkts3d9O0zIV_hTTrxLQmL_t5nYrop_sBgFWK8JUSSXPxyLPHm6jEY2N9QU8btJdUfXFVFd7Lq3ynAdOHuaas/s320/PC250155.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432356064542234962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlCbh0LK_mqA7VT4EcJbQHc3fGdWZo2g7mpOB32qVcjTENtW-UfcFEmghAjpDRftGctDXSWSJzsGAckw4FUSEEc2SSsh7l6Hj1BXIQHbjx_q5e7y-bwi29KloMlhfXBWg90svHrxnT96s2/s320/C+6.jpg" border="0" />Then there was the pinata to take care of! It was a pretty tough one that the kids barely dented, so it was up to Brendan to beat it down - and he did! It's fun that the kids are old enough to go after the candy now instead of just picking up one and walking away! Christmas is definitely getting more interesting as the grandkids are growing up! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432356662250481106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9DGhp2vyGoQNRXa9yIjqBFcXOJB5qZtHkdmhgmbps_KfTHj-agd1HhkoAJRRycOYzpvPR5XcJilYQGEDNd3vz2R4_PFzUWNVoidsdo0CC9WZzE7qepjEUOjjZmWytpo75WBQtEL0BSl3o/s320/C+13.jpg" border="0" />The night ended with Mom reading (sort of… she made up a couple lines here and there) The Polar Express (much to Amy’s delight!). Then the kids went off to bed so Santa could fill their stockings and leave them toys! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432356672636140962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNRG65ne_X6dET-_NPZa0p634BDDAwCsQbSCvaKkmnGovonH07mYq3L1CHWA85SHgdzGjfNpViOyNsL1U19xAayT0qE18Luq7NIfxg3omKpQnMUmVrK4MYTWJMr9ibWNecAH4DCt9q2i7V/s320/C+14.jpg" border="0" />Christmas morning brought happiness to all! First of all, to the shock of all, CALLI DID NOT FIND THE PICKLE! There are two pickles on the tree these days - usually because Calli always finds one and the rest of us can fight over the other one, but this year Summer and Mike found them. Mike got the Biggest Loser workout cds (Yes!). <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432356683257315938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7L5MiNtrNzHhONDDheZcohAOLsLO7HIJhaOayvlFvmKTgVXYirMfFRIsqGxlxZ8I_8DCeJCoQHVX-Z7fHd1M7zFrcwtaTMPj37TupiiGJBexgUz0MrVUHqpo8aBDnaf824Pufnu0ezpvP/s320/PC250148.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432356075244059202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq1SFzFdkPU_JJz1wTy8tJR71lTTYj2HNqZRoqF6oi1UmmCIs4_rzmuHoYiARvrOv4KUi7BVpePB91g8U5x4CYUn7FqQwjb9QjhyBFjyt76o5G0vzwfsgWvc6R2rb30P1AoFigkRgqSDNT/s320/C+9.jpg" border="0" />Then it was time to open presents. Amy got a little princess doll set, along with some other little things in her stocking from Santa. She also got a McDonald's set and teaset from Grandma and Grandpa and Matthew got an alligator toy. Mike and I received gift cards (which were spent on a deep freezer! Woo hoo!). Grandma and Grandpa Laudie sent Amy a play tent (which she slept in at naptime for about a week) <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432362409067208418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqR0cpblEhItZZ359Cyui8c7NJpiaQ8MEi3WlpigKf_LSEzJherPZRFxQVbJ9VMUBK3oq4Xq-qVhuLiEgeEJ0wJLsjrTdNneFzVLX-pYz97jOOQZwuW40Rx-mikQHgVfrh8uoor_dHm-_b/s320/P1010212.JPG" border="0" />and some books, and Matthew got a cute outfit. Mike also got a frisbee golf bag from Brendan, <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432357813238506210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigPpTY1gHPaD3oJjEXI7cvS0m0w6kHmwgEAnxPllWzOG0NT8E9dZ8i-Hp17GO-Zj08Rg4DCBR8cA71XKzf6WagIbIK-_CjzqihyphenhyphenXSWS-PkhkwRLbY09tgtUvU-CkcHmrf-dXAKuwSb1DeA/s320/PC250154.JPG" border="0" />and I got the Pioneer Woman Cookbook from Lisa. Mike also got a shirt and tie from the Laudies. We got some nice presents from my boss and his wife, including a really nice bottle of perfume for me, a teddy bear for Matthew, and a puppy play set for Amy. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432357837804136274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRMlFPAb18yAZoxMBWQR-t2-xvlEbSCGHcdoJqhh2b3xF9D4LZDywFcHEf7yAu3nP-KYlc1-7LWqYcgUvBpczDJYfWFGjPmkfC0mOTFc9IvdMjgfz6b-GEdG61zySIar2mZe46sFZEF4St/s320/PC250158.JPG" border="0" />And more games and cds and so much more! Basically, we got a lot! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432357832552539394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig0JqSLyPuY0YwVSLjuU2k2XmsVDrXEQ7DLtSbJCGpuWgPdwBDAKG23RhVfjc7QxWubZ1UMJteiXTjbTMtEEhOuHwcbrp6VxYd9r5yg8vNz0qrykToZ1_MAmUb3DlFvd9JNMvuxGJB6Awq/s320/PC250157.JPG" border="0" />We still had the traditional sausage gravy and biscuits, but dad made it instead of Grandpa! Grandma and Grandpa came over for lunch later that day, along with Summer's beau, Matt. We pretty much relaxed the rest of the day.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491126659303674218noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958336079829127458.post-65079561109613891272010-01-29T16:05:00.000-08:002010-01-29T18:14:06.563-08:00Pre-Christmas in Arizona<div align="center">We took a very extended trip to Arizona for Christmas this year! It was great to be with my family again (except Lisa and TJ, who were stuck in Ohio for Christmas, due to the fact that Lisa was 8 months pregnant on Christmas!). I braved the skies with the kids by myself! I was very nervous, but they really did great! Amy did puzzles, snacked, played with dolls, and pretty much amused herself. Matthew ate, slept, and watched Amy. It also helped that we had a layover. I was worried about hauling two kids and carry-ons through a strange airport in a limited amount of time, but it was nice to get off the plane, stretch our legs, and get a change of scenery (especially for Amy!).<br /><br />We arrived in Arizona on the 15th and just hung out with my mom, dad, and Jessie for a couple days until everyone else arrived. The weather was BEAUTIFUL! Amy was so happy to be able to go outside without snow clothes on! We also went to their ward party, which was Christmas in Zarahemla. Basically they had Cafe Rio and made rain makers and headdresses. They also had a nativity, which was nice. </div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432344670058126402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitjd24Ue3gbrRt3EpDwIBNDlSWWjgh0MHUS9ucYvCKyuV0DVE-pRdxaLbIIXXBvlf-54zbiZPimValSCvRpZEI2Wq7zNTI6MsEU3xXQRI7tNmukoda8EKnDYNR4PqOhXvHBhz_7lR9eiox/s320/PC160101.JPG" border="0" /> Mike flew in late Thursday night. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432344680574480546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix98QIzplKUKulZrzryt6xgyXQIPvzoJvlTmJ9l1Haf5BDS8CPKpbsKifrRWu5OqwTCD2kagTFDLHdy5crpaB3FpX4Zsk99InD1Ue2xz0Gz855xgRvbI3LHhbW9ayFIqYhicEzU_iycL11/s320/PC180108.JPG" border="0" />By the time I picked him up and we got home and ready for bed, Calli's family came in. They took the train to AZ this year and Brendan's dad drove them down from Flagstaff. Summer finally got in Friday late-afternoon, and we were officially all there. It was definitely a packed house, with 5 kids ages 5 and under (1 - 5 year old, 1 - 3 year old, 1 -2 year old, and 2 - 7 month olds). Matthew didn't sleep real well - he woke up at least twice a night. He did the same thing when we were in Utah for Thanksgiving, but it was definitely hard for this long of a time. I had chosen to ween him a couple weeks before we came, so it was nice to be able to give him a bottle and have Mike get up with him at night too.<br /><br />We spent most of our time just hanging out and such, but there were a few highlights:<br /><br />First of all, we went out to Goodyear on Friday afternoon/evening to catch up with some old friends. Mike went to play Frisbee golf with Richard Owen, while I caught up with Mandi Allen and let the kids play. Then we met up at the Owen's new house with the Beckers and had dinner and games (the Allen's even caught up with us later in the evening). It was so familiar to be back on that side of town with such good friends! It definitely made me a little homesick for Arizona.<br /></p><p> </p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432342818302230802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTj-DWY7i7nvIlZGwKttdRGTKzUwdNSbqpoqbvz56l7yt6j0zbLNk8scB5fTzZ3rDqFG9GeXBRJkO3RM21RNlVKhvjL1MuwKL9bfmBc9YcOsZWnRkdA81IPVdh1KxqOxGCl14p48JcDgqo/s320/PC180121.JPG" border="0" />Me, Lindsey, and Nikki! Miss you girls!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432342806832412402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisNq5cFK9Vbpsy7jrhyg-DY6dw4PFWjbZ03AdEsqLLNDy_YaiNG8hJd8eOpSctFQA2dz8wb7RIKdLvJ1wWZdPb3Lq9YO5VeWYHFY0WI3YHFdTneYaMn27GTro1xEUzPGSRnZfni4CQ1DuC/s320/PC180115.JPG" border="0" />Amy and her future hubby, Keaton</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432342800437624722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL4Jy8WBeXv5wZa1_f31wnRSAOV6885z55hUkfL6csQMvPNpD7RCYHR12zbFGU6Y9ELT4rgRPZgpxx7KUDnWeKYy5nF3fhC3M8chcVs4khNVUOEh2NAM48xlhS2-tb7SFaZ-UWTml3LKSD/s320/PC180114.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432342792000177410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibYIkYfhat-5YbFucq92L62-pKP5N-v6dvDzDjtzk23gXcdwJtVEs8HLTfvy3XlqaiVzYAA90S1rOx5nAfnmg9DKiQvGZ0KcyfPIL5B30cvNztgJLrgcJP9VOdkwD6OZs09bqcJHTco79i/s320/PC180112.JPG" border="0" /> Amy and Lilee were playing "go to sleep"</p><p align="center">Saturday was my dad's birthday (51!), so we all went out to dinner to Ruby Tuesday's. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432346652240541890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGHcNwQmOXUpAlGYatn3YnQ9Gy3DYfU3trlYF5TAqiGlDzaPX9o5masgtxHnzNinMrBFB3U1PsW7mHwZbozizijfe2fJaya28GVQXINv_GdQ8fXJS65KI6Wbg-8ae5zkWWpMGjE2ikCg-a/s320/P+7.jpg" border="0" />Amy and Grandpa doing Angry Eyes<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432346872220465426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsLYOKhE5evBvwucEEbCOnX_JC8PoaKymJKjeSKj80xqqcQhy-2A-gJA8fs5Mj5KWPRck6kf05r3zHweanSrGLK_raBMCLh0mNapNgg0wPodi_MLpTlF-hdmkiorTwC_eAzbrke5-s7wiE/s320/P+8.jpg" border="0" />Summer's special...</p><p align="center">We had sent him his gift early (tickets to Tim & Willy's Breakfast Show at Night! I would have loved to go with him!). We played the candy bar game when we got home (consisted of rolling dice, stealing candy bars from each other, and everyone winning something... except Summer!).<br /></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432346647782856898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Iyblgb3RhFjxhr_zN-TZ9R0KeJrwVu-JoQhvEmSLterxZUNhHy8p5eH54tzdiGnXc6CaC6mzGE7QKM2dgpN5Okukz5nyvGOA5EKg3aRIByypwkbXG5q68-Nx1OeJG_9GYR01h7rCX2aV/s320/P+6.jpg" border="0" /><br />With the family getting bigger and busier, Grandma Knight decided to have the traditional Christmas morning sausage gravy and biscuits on the Sunday before Christmas for dinner. Unfortunately, she went into diabetic shock that morning, and while we all still got together and it was fun to see all the aunts and uncles and cousins, we definitely missed her! It was fun to watch Amy and Kinsley (my cousin Kim's daughter) become better friends too!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432346625469845618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip6RS1JvzPih3YYqS1tv6TkUef7GX6ZxSHnbtcfKidBn_oNDBDTruGOLIh1tYf4zXKfnC_QZuxx4JYZu8DlutUZRrDCNtclzFQA_UkENhvHfzhb_Aa_M6wKt6FrncrFolbQGlKp4cRsspX/s320/P+3.jpg" border="0" />The Kids</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432346267993132082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuR7LdepKj7X_aoJRcqb-OzAVKDIQ5cb2anWHTKhHLjLAo6WxrH1tiPhkTfMYziBEmjrY0u_g9v7yi0Vwc4J8bEimwrywKa9IhPH9_TrLESs-XHDZf05e644JpgBtmsjf0YC3Jr5WMfRVl/s320/P+2.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">The Grandkids</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432346639380686354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG6qka0axJBGH0Y8CB3HFRgrM-FOLcdP2YJPsHUKMZyUPQjSgO-Dp6TH9rIctVnUPMDG5-UHXX_hoEOKKfmimEwpbWAApJ6OeMVk8x4389FDGKvcTvCO7v5NZxlogIeBKW4oyiMrDMLduV/s320/P+5.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">The Great-Grandkids</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432346633045179570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7VOdnstoGGudgFsgHdO7e2p5jDrfBizGA144FdH9N-r5owsaKTjOZ5SJTpQ94SCTuW2QJmfqq52RyjhYWGql3SeWNOxLGAsQgoDOVbiuzEge0RN8pvSj4W6nfrSuU_v0nCPTc2Cp6WNmS/s320/P+4.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Kinsley & Amy</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432346881050497378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRcSl8YKFFBJF8W8oLhdI1OML4k7h5vrkqHhOxHyDSbU8sXfpupNwDJ_DDNLx0Cd8xr7m5xm_AsSY6jipyktzUS6X39eoStiJldwePYDh4-Q8Z17zNmuMBlvHjfqVAXs3LcmflnB9B6z-r/s320/P+10.jpg" border="0" />Brendan & Brody, Jason & Kamri, Mike & Matthew</p><p><br />We had the house to ourselves on Monday night because Mom and Dad went out to a dinner theater (Mom got Dad tickets for his birthday), and everyone else had friends to go see. We stayed in and watched the Polar Express in 3D. It surprised me that Amy watched it, because she refused to wear the glasses, and it's not clear without them. Oh well. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432344694718862754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz6axhA2QXv_6sAZ5JkhOSh9LFhrbT-R-msRFHjXzWFjiIvxw7pUsVxWZYe9diV5WLcSMXXNpbXMDgcYhEOrzRH_KBb6XSwIEplTNSiZKJOAmmz5AW3HotqZijrLimkvAMq_zeDtuZ9t3p/s320/PC210141.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432344702578452066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrkW-YfL4xbyuWyt3wtDG6igUXwlsNMPKsjFdvpwTv7xHPxDWHdC1EtmCneU-P4LJy42qicbtc_294DZVmjsQCP7Bizc4moaupyk9eFmCk773NeYQN8R_-2-zcnhPZh1FQYjLIkRz5O2Nd/s320/PC210143.JPG" border="0" /></p><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div></div><div>We had to make one trip to In-N-Out for our favorite burgers! Amy and Matthew were big fans of the fries! Yum!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432346245032986258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3XbFyMOgzuvlgiFJnwfs5L9dCpJUVONpJFTk3OA1hQ6Z6t5y2k3tnKzr_8rALOvJYyNhjcGhyvszbRWGCbrKiEyrE6dmcFACF54y88P27XLkIAQimNHtBnM6Bq5vVUO_pv7O_RJZ0SNQe/s320/PC220145.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432346256710026594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie51Ok81g7eh5OIIIlKd0wCf9o1mUMYfrxpYGPg3aXo3fFS5IZ1-55pDZwZvZq9JJSYLYZQaz_z-N82_8QoZhUTM-2ya3AKdID9iFPjvxhaz4EM12U_bneLvLY_DAzvs9za7nOj51MzBR0/s320/PC220146.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432344715915571746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht7Dfr1oooIn9lppzh4BWoljikX2L6YwXkjDG2KTVi9bZZDZ1NuhhDzY6pwq-eIZSJCo4GYO3xAoYKSruTFntZzFF1_v3JINpv2jo94lio9iMG9SdtjQLuUA0XrSXdLnJWKPpSLUXvm_vx/s320/PC220144.JPG" border="0" /><br />On the 23rd we went to Gammage Auditorium at ASU and saw The Forgotten Carols! I love it so much! It was a nice way to just relax and actually feel the Christmas Spirit! We were able to get a sitter for all 5 of the kids and enjoy a night out with the adults.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432346885445767362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw4qLms4QtIe59Z7CDHczSykFKE0_rENieAWT584CxRDWMV-xQUbFp3Gc2ywZ-XKjpaGDTkWh9hqp-u8jW9HSXe6XHd0ltD6oTbM0PoMhwxFR5bpFpj5Aa0dwM3iBaA4zSG919tEy6-cJS/s320/P+11.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432346887341318690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZGDRWvlUlOTjbPzULpvZconJ3n1XxM-zZS8XoWbAzcp2N8B-ovlQ0I7U4Noxjx2KB3nZTG35Ys6VF44fOjjm0CHp80YONpmmW4RzYSdTZSEoAfe21ZRfRFGxJsmWTT4hO9VDvNP9Ornva/s320/P+12.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432346872201591858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7AfZyPg00Vt98UYr7isG0JDecNdpykt38qzeCs-RW_P8EzfDoPzrAVGYw0q8akDsZy6U9B9FIHSHOuMxQ8PTDCBbeY3HAogiRKYgERaRHL5GiNRGHHFcqWJTfUyH55f8nctsHqk6-i2rb/s320/P+9.jpg" border="0" />Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491126659303674218noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958336079829127458.post-70374342768156275252010-01-29T14:14:00.000-08:002010-01-29T14:38:06.247-08:00Ohio Christmas MorningBecause we were flying to Arizona for Christmas, we knew we couldn't haul any large gifts for the kids with us. So, on Sunday night we informed Amy that Santa Claus was going to make a special trip to Ohio to bring some big presents that wouldn't fit on the airplane. She quickly informed me that she would listen for the jingle bells that night (again, obsessed with the Polar Express).<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div></div><div>The next morning, we woke her up and she had the saddest look on her face. "Mom... I didn't hear the jingle bells." She was truly distraught. I assured her that Santa had still come, and that we should go downstairs to see what he brought. What did he bring?</div><br /><div></div><div>A baby grand piano.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432291093705280226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig-p-Q-UCutg5GEzvhenLFcdnTPp-fUTNk2JfB-O1uJdKFIdxj1D6kj_BlqXa4dry_f-vX8trz2jz-KIJ0fChI36BtsQRsj4NJGMlRjMqCKXHkPOnLsKWeIgQvvMfvwy16MvBudqDmKGb9/s320/PC130085.JPG" border="0" /> <div></div><div>A sit-n-spin.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432291088142103890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnikZ-9g6Em6lOvbCYZpPMtxKWLPUiud5v0CsmOSWk3LKuW0U-7cJ0N7-CPW9-3bzBmb4WzipPtoXmZnxiNmZh7gSC2mtyEOsAxZaHd2BW0xwBJ3N82IxVGooAhYf6FIkN4_Qw2AsTN7q4/s320/PC130084.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432291104634349154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfQlGDTjLUbJiU2qNFxDqcPVcDfZnuCdmTRTs4heF6r3Z22cRz5Q_bQV114hD7TB2tnLEz7E_q_wvo895b0TDJfrQpAN1a5BZq77Jg8sF1Kz7wDVVu8AKAESeLnNk1i4NqwmR5T9uXu6SE/s320/PC140087.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432291118732075538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0WSkEVirZI2WWyDojxw561JUp029TTJmtzVMKBIc4LBw6G21h0Iq_viQtCGJZXr4qWzF6i7e9caiy02cUGcPVhUAL6LI28TxhxcjtS1-qsCYVddHd3sWKFoSDqA-RKnnx-Q_OHyaWBc6d/s320/PC140088.JPG" border="0" /> <div></div><div>And a trampoline!</div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432291100899138370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwGK2VIhRIlZ443mC5tfwlv9GKmoencbpGRR28QcZkMheG81YYE5m2coqRoCfeaL02lsVwXNEzsDNJkc9Z465cs7kzOH5b5Gv_YmmpZduFG0ITlUTFNcWJG2u2T-8ohM_mPLWbDY1iHdoM/s320/PC130086.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432292711269431826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH3HLCROf-e-aB1IaQpOGOU2DkGaUwYf4lpJ505f-iLBWk3sar0Jw3a1_AbR5mpFmaEPh-molsfMUw5t8IVxIE0anHWZMM8s7sVv1hXGK7RLS9PUMGQd8y4H0JAV_5k1HkyKu4UiQ1ah88/s320/PC140092.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>She was a happy girl. </div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432292703056122754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFZ3CjulT1dsoJn84a1yJ24TBUg0IWQ9956CVybERDG24jALaV07HYrDNUQRbqIrv90RtzhrN8Vrb4flPG6NPb6DCt9m5tCdOmSGNReik1i5ZITJWOK29mx8Kky3EAVMusdiZnz9e3mSUs/s320/PC140091.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432292696052060498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5H3807ybBmNKlM5DPFmkwi7QHGoJ8-XBUk5A_A_n2B4q1Haf3jS61nnepVozR4e7E3sRGoMIdV1q0OiaKizC2uBA46DKbOj7hDuWPln0U4fCiKRzlKNrwkNmNa-3KgSdGDPM6A_LjvzIp/s320/PC140090.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432292721842118210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinXXW3l8tdv81Lc2LIQQ91KFDUdf2wikAOYifnea-szsiNPk252EC3DLjzlln8FU-nSku-WJAD8Rh9auRAcey0Do2lbGRgCXjWJTeoFginz8o8WNGsM3DSuvA9iHQms7K6dhN_YGt6zyih/s320/PC140095.JPG" border="0" /> <div>Santa also brought me a craft table! Woo hoo! I have now crafted more in the past month with a table than I have the whole 5 years prior! Thanks Santa!</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432293695694013010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaO9nY76IpVEO9L2gWN8ktJqSVug3RPQCNrxk_1WyEbECagkwawcgJGn-PXHvu-fejUDESFjfi83q2pWx5ZouCVLWqVm2Pw1TMzrSREGOBsKU1Ve9XkWcNtzO85Fr4f07FmGM9cmyeikJ7/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /> <div></div><div>Santa also brought Mike an jigsaw - he's slowly accumulating tools. What a man!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491126659303674218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-958336079829127458.post-43401261134679367252010-01-29T14:09:00.000-08:002010-01-29T14:13:47.762-08:00Fondue!For those of you who have followed us over the past year know that we have a love for fondue. It began at the melting pot years ago, followed by a Valentine's Day visit to the Melting Pot again (courtesy of my dad!), followed by purchasing our own fondue pot and making our own last Valentine's Day. We have wanted to have a fondue party with other couples and decided we'd do it the Sunday before I left for AZ. Thanks to the Raders, Hansens, and Daltons for coming over and having fun with us! We did a 3 course fondue course (cheese, oil, and chocolate). Everyone brought some dippers for the cheese and chocolate course and we provided the rest! It turned out really good, we got to try some new recipes, and the company was fantastic!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432288413886728178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkpxJonvvnoYZGck518Y2f7M1yA3ZlNzocUOdHmw0Ruflz9CxO-EBCXLQTolft8vZ-wTsAU1kr6Cg2QyoJea1ALLlcUi-FWOGxr2vSGx6UVmQ3I9CYFTmnMBuaXwSP_YYbioKi_DNVitcU/s320/Fondue+Party+12-13-09.JPG" border="0" /> <div></div><div>We are definitely craving fondue again, so if anyone wants to get together, we're up for it any time! </div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491126659303674218noreply@blogger.com0