tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3013588971954540192024-03-27T00:16:35.866-07:00The Great Scott'sWe are a family who loves adventure and the outdoors. We can't wait to embark on our next excursion and we love each and every moment we spend exploring. Being around friends, family, and nature is what makes us tick. This is the story of our life and all of our moments that we share!Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541059235819065593noreply@blogger.comBlogger146125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-37747072005840565002011-03-14T15:50:00.000-07:002011-03-14T16:06:32.674-07:00Sick Day.<div style="text-align: center;">We have all been sick around here for the last 2 weeks so we didn't get dressed everyday because we were certainly not going anywhere. The coughs, drippy noses, and fevers didn't keep the dress up away though!!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2byAUjjq4S9PLDcU8RhZFySsG-2VCzaxkcfelcewa0FYDF5UyopEiR3e8OLj2_q1o-JErWIA2K7RVId1YTZlTxHNdfK6P4rmtaHUkDqnQ-k6kkePC1hKN2oqu95lZYLnxAXe7v1PONhjN/s400/DSC_0007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584074087186319714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">All 3 girls in 1 picture (you just witnessed a miracle)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilLiilkUhvq_fHxWKJ3n__JpKNiit3RRUN3O-A4NMzaChQG1svAD49uF8AdTZa4Jt84_O9YvGkhQ1m9MUniQ2pvL0sW_gI29jSBKRcaS3sq0iOddMro10BSWdaDE1WFCroAi_ltK33zVyX/s1600/DSC_0028.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilLiilkUhvq_fHxWKJ3n__JpKNiit3RRUN3O-A4NMzaChQG1svAD49uF8AdTZa4Jt84_O9YvGkhQ1m9MUniQ2pvL0sW_gI29jSBKRcaS3sq0iOddMro10BSWdaDE1WFCroAi_ltK33zVyX/s400/DSC_0028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584074108520713218" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Libby lookin' hot!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglzcbjEue73lzxb3yANNzHfPw9mzmoQPgdIdreMFskNIagzbJ99mAydecNVlYt5OcGNKCX1X8y-x1dWV2_bwpReom6z84YfQ0DQLg33OUAc7TP79a2kPfZmcNkB94IqSk_7chkp8Jp4R2D/s1600/DSC_0009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglzcbjEue73lzxb3yANNzHfPw9mzmoQPgdIdreMFskNIagzbJ99mAydecNVlYt5OcGNKCX1X8y-x1dWV2_bwpReom6z84YfQ0DQLg33OUAc7TP79a2kPfZmcNkB94IqSk_7chkp8Jp4R2D/s400/DSC_0009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584074099071383266" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Shelby taking a bow</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXiS6_DXAB6m_0dbCDWoHnT6fEy175SRqgtMlqvvWUjY3Jlsbq4LZuUyFdy5rDxZzzwy6pTtfHs1jsE1Zas_qsZKrDCY1bgByGfL07f9YYcnJoj82S47byvZvWDMPLmjvML5A5BKehipmQ/s1600/DSC_0016.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXiS6_DXAB6m_0dbCDWoHnT6fEy175SRqgtMlqvvWUjY3Jlsbq4LZuUyFdy5rDxZzzwy6pTtfHs1jsE1Zas_qsZKrDCY1bgByGfL07f9YYcnJoj82S47byvZvWDMPLmjvML5A5BKehipmQ/s400/DSC_0016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584074090677452866" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Ellie after she took out her hair-do. Rockin' the mohawk!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2byAUjjq4S9PLDcU8RhZFySsG-2VCzaxkcfelcewa0FYDF5UyopEiR3e8OLj2_q1o-JErWIA2K7RVId1YTZlTxHNdfK6P4rmtaHUkDqnQ-k6kkePC1hKN2oqu95lZYLnxAXe7v1PONhjN/s1600/DSC_0007.jpg"></a>Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541059235819065593noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-22421446798344460122011-03-14T15:23:00.000-07:002011-03-14T15:50:37.458-07:00Ellie's 1st Birthday!<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvqPccrS86wwiyOwauumfiaTyTngOnbkQmRJ5LACmif2X0Wgx4Mr_5BlhKmAQrKJrLGcNgEE-QRMV80c8xJoIbP-MISaOzi_BcdFxztC5hyphenhyphenTEScmWSQGj-iw02_zzeST_0hJeDQ6D5MZaj/s1600/DSC_0168.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvqPccrS86wwiyOwauumfiaTyTngOnbkQmRJ5LACmif2X0Wgx4Mr_5BlhKmAQrKJrLGcNgEE-QRMV80c8xJoIbP-MISaOzi_BcdFxztC5hyphenhyphenTEScmWSQGj-iw02_zzeST_0hJeDQ6D5MZaj/s400/DSC_0168.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584067539089929186" /></a>On Ellie's birthday we went to Monkey Business with Grandma & Grandpa Hammons. We had a blast, but I only took video there and no pics. When Daddy got home from work we opened presents which only lasted about 3.5 seconds because her 2 older sisters quickly unwrapped them all without any help. Ellie could care less though, it just got her presents out faster to play with. :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGRqC_WBUtLDvHMFm_r5Wvb1l5gHBDJxqzUk6TvcdZBjcdOwsat7SeEwwMXsMQ3LeC-A7Eyya2Hb_Ta1wS2NYun-qsun1Q-tQh2lVacIZBieCjwQmCiJaVryK-WsoppWYYKgCCRvkBH9w6/s1600/DSC_0190.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGRqC_WBUtLDvHMFm_r5Wvb1l5gHBDJxqzUk6TvcdZBjcdOwsat7SeEwwMXsMQ3LeC-A7Eyya2Hb_Ta1wS2NYun-qsun1Q-tQh2lVacIZBieCjwQmCiJaVryK-WsoppWYYKgCCRvkBH9w6/s400/DSC_0190.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584067535573569138" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Ellie really enjoyed her butterfly cake that Grandma made!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEppMzKlXOuCDkW9zGszksQjVD_tBsFfaq-kgb4mLR8txoe7iS9mn6gFY7wYNPvIg61XgL-SuA609ippQClWlhzuLTsvbxykN__-5Pn9JTXlCy1tXBq_8UZBa0K8_vHZhqJuShSWGCjVh2/s1600/DSC_0187.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEppMzKlXOuCDkW9zGszksQjVD_tBsFfaq-kgb4mLR8txoe7iS9mn6gFY7wYNPvIg61XgL-SuA609ippQClWlhzuLTsvbxykN__-5Pn9JTXlCy1tXBq_8UZBa0K8_vHZhqJuShSWGCjVh2/s400/DSC_0187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584067526133922114" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">She would only use her thumb and pointer finger to pick up little pieces to eat so it took a long time but, it was adorable.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Ae2RSrSHEPOCU_6GPVVaHfnOsb3gO9Acu1FoBPbrVxtQBKrKlSDcZbq_rvbeQ6FTVpiBI9Saql7u5SEV_nCpgw8ymB2R7ZTsIuCLysDwZuUo2KWLfBRefhrgcW6R1djykmuvydj9_d62/s1600/DSC_0174.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Ae2RSrSHEPOCU_6GPVVaHfnOsb3gO9Acu1FoBPbrVxtQBKrKlSDcZbq_rvbeQ6FTVpiBI9Saql7u5SEV_nCpgw8ymB2R7ZTsIuCLysDwZuUo2KWLfBRefhrgcW6R1djykmuvydj9_d62/s400/DSC_0174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584067518404117570" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Grandpa Hammons chillin with Ellie and all of her loot!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Ellie has been the EASIEST child in the world. She has always slept great, ate great, played sweet, and is such a happy girl. She loves to read! She loves her sisters and wants so badly to keep up with them and do everything that they do. She is busy, there is no place, cupboard, or drawer that she hasn't gotten into. She has been my tallest and biggest baby she is in 3t clothes which is the same as her older sister (Libby).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This post is over a month late since her birthday was on 2-1-2011 so I can now say that she started walking on 2-21-2011 which was the soonest any of my kids have walked. She is well on her way to keeping up with her sisters. Being the baby of the family she is spoiled, but there isn't a rotten bone in her body. We love her so much and she has been such a joy to our family. Her smiling face always brightens my day. WE LOVE YOU ELLIE!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY.</div>Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541059235819065593noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-71178429892214908322011-03-13T16:07:00.000-07:002011-03-14T16:51:52.245-07:00Way back in Dec.<div style="text-align: center;">I have been awful at updating my blog so I thought I would just quickly post a few pictures of our December 2010. It may not be detailed, but at least I have found a couple minutes to do something!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnDmKcwLEXOsVInAJ8Uxpl7dMXMvJk8yRYQwtp3q3I46bOj06BJJvRvUuR26bws06KOQf94VvSv8qGhb7TVFWMCDwldxiaTk9_Md5uqgTcqtlRPtNzv3H9qDDhmAG7byCcc7svXztWkXy1/s1600/DSC_0121.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnDmKcwLEXOsVInAJ8Uxpl7dMXMvJk8yRYQwtp3q3I46bOj06BJJvRvUuR26bws06KOQf94VvSv8qGhb7TVFWMCDwldxiaTk9_Md5uqgTcqtlRPtNzv3H9qDDhmAG7byCcc7svXztWkXy1/s400/DSC_0121.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584081361588550258" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Ellie with her Reindeer on Christmas Eve. I sure love my squishy!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDlYhBdAx8rGobq8jLeRIN-SUCiL7OiUWYFVil4bXKGNk_S33nqfWlxGY1bo7R88i-YuXG8wxzsfPYQ47QptoWH9avikCIG2Nt05eqmFPRARzfBr-vxUjtLLoiGxmAzmXGuYcXjiChQmO0/s1600/DSC_0036.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDlYhBdAx8rGobq8jLeRIN-SUCiL7OiUWYFVil4bXKGNk_S33nqfWlxGY1bo7R88i-YuXG8wxzsfPYQ47QptoWH9avikCIG2Nt05eqmFPRARzfBr-vxUjtLLoiGxmAzmXGuYcXjiChQmO0/s400/DSC_0036.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584079103097181234" /></a><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Shelby just enjoying her sonic slush.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiemzkp1q-yCdp1uKLzzFOzdc9kJJGk88p1nzG7z6Dx9_E9Y_i5zzjdsYDL6cFbTJDE8VD7b8LEzpjbz042MeamTKaEutl6ZL-ph5ZeOXbn7lC8pgY8ktN-ojsYiOStXPDesdu5JW0-v6kt/s1600/DSC_0057.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiemzkp1q-yCdp1uKLzzFOzdc9kJJGk88p1nzG7z6Dx9_E9Y_i5zzjdsYDL6cFbTJDE8VD7b8LEzpjbz042MeamTKaEutl6ZL-ph5ZeOXbn7lC8pgY8ktN-ojsYiOStXPDesdu5JW0-v6kt/s400/DSC_0057.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584079099469698402" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Libby trying not to pay attention to me since I was attempting at a picture.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBgDH8YXtIJtFVF8quNNY-R9JXi8CRCEr9BaQbaWThW5v40LtzgDSQw6ykUo0gkdqO6HDtZkrSU__viar_fcDGBStbBpEvL5ienupmJ_PuhcbGLrv_U9TUFg_63MSkMF0w6TipYDDcmN_J/s400/DSC_0088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584081357715870978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">The girls making Santa cookies. Shelby was so focused and they turned out great. Libby re-frosted her 3 cookies about 5 times each (Santa wasn't too tempted to eat hers :)</span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ZpsP7-bK7lr196gbjA6qKkRMLdh1VbwoEkpvRDoseCVvdfaCIUZ4CYqkzxGGUgoC8VC1hwaJMGNBCWvx3oQU_ZOwHB3SBwXqYqZY9pHiKa1I80X6-8Yh_R_XmtFyY2plAGNP3e8HjBy9/s1600/DSC_0126.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ZpsP7-bK7lr196gbjA6qKkRMLdh1VbwoEkpvRDoseCVvdfaCIUZ4CYqkzxGGUgoC8VC1hwaJMGNBCWvx3oQU_ZOwHB3SBwXqYqZY9pHiKa1I80X6-8Yh_R_XmtFyY2plAGNP3e8HjBy9/s400/DSC_0126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584079090015501218" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Opening out Christmas Eve presents (PJ's & a game)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6mYeUTDVlB6vU5-F9yx_O4oBM-OkX9zOdtv8MqjhQ0KsaR8lC8xKs5zmSClvhrvCXotI__aL1EiiDucoqpCfXmmOLaSECZbnPbtMfZDR-m_CUoIy9cjwzaY8OqouAJi8CYGvq3Efp2chc/s1600/DSC_0137.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6mYeUTDVlB6vU5-F9yx_O4oBM-OkX9zOdtv8MqjhQ0KsaR8lC8xKs5zmSClvhrvCXotI__aL1EiiDucoqpCfXmmOLaSECZbnPbtMfZDR-m_CUoIy9cjwzaY8OqouAJi8CYGvq3Efp2chc/s400/DSC_0137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584079083810485858" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The 3 girls in their jammies and ready to start playing their game.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnJZ7NGWTw1dpd3GjjeneNhNOU0S7-C6v4kndvbq7sORrhmfL99CcxeTTQ-kuKdt61x8yyRZ_3SV5D5U6qD3AILczdOje1Vi74ZkIRHhFDQ6vyCLkvElbkoBilBz_JOOrPJXSgeGYCHt2C/s400/DSC_0127.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584081366018959106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Ellie in her new PJ's.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeWmk_wywg79z3Dwe6tdyMPh4d87e867QKC2z_mX8BYU1hubkvO5Ho4YMI776Qa7SvIR5mpcxmli_0HkwS_3gKoLfix141DTxoYJ6M3mRA0gEvzjoKSLUeBBOW-yQ4QhyphenhyphenhdLXuXakUGROP/s400/DSC_0142.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584081373034650114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">The girls dollhouse that Santa brought them.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl3SC24eJsoFzNEL-HqItkWKStnIek1XujyXn-cuR8qT395vYUn6NDDVXdL50bv6z-4MYtc2brBlxQ7b2EZxKIGNDmDJPl78QswutP2meo2PoEGQKYv3j-A8Uc8IbhH_UbGJGdiv7ecpqF/s400/DSC_0153.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584081696396253314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Shelby wanted to take a picture with Daddy & this pillow ??????</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj31b6gU47W14rOGNOk-1ZZ2cMAv7xYi3a2peEcLUTSNHxE7snCg8-7SYpD-kJm1TVVBrmPRRSb3BdrPIVnaQUbt6IWfxQA8JW2JKHYgqYt5cOMmKnzWJN-HehJPxRLS7rWoW9pratQg8H_/s400/DSC_0040.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584083508214549426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Libby reading to me and Ellie</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPiDMkT__qKKzllbkuzFXoQG1AJKPyTDzSV7_bpJOAwu4bFkVA3sUUfwD1_fMPNuY_CDg4vdwPFvAdsVEd-xyCLg5E4t9xyddfMWWj9vQs-A5v386jPiGYD6Xi39W_lHApZRKRyPMxZwef/s400/DSC_0035.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584083501267390562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Ellie just being cute!!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSE08s_0XpAUxF-aqZOUaD1f8iQ4KNIBNam9HSYvg_V2mvgKfSLx0PTuxvJKweOQbhYxBiLzeyOPuqRGEcYj14AhfCRWnIMGypIbaZ5LlpCMjs4yAhOa4tqW1yoVo2PC1co8mSHK5xR36n/s400/IMG_3428.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584081379588654690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Libby & cousin Macey playing in Grandma's pantry.</span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiutw-_2X7vPvMndBELCRWDsHhB4QUgHY9D46AZTcpuMBSm4IK_TmBDut9Isv5vTvkVoGJ6XiD9MtMdFU51rNT3P7GXUJE-gKHHlySb5OlfdmU2j8OK1F5tiWKrIGzXYYrnUXCwyp4CT5i/s1600/IMG_3412.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiutw-_2X7vPvMndBELCRWDsHhB4QUgHY9D46AZTcpuMBSm4IK_TmBDut9Isv5vTvkVoGJ6XiD9MtMdFU51rNT3P7GXUJE-gKHHlySb5OlfdmU2j8OK1F5tiWKrIGzXYYrnUXCwyp4CT5i/s400/IMG_3412.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584079075290929266" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This was the first time in 3+ years that the whole family was able to get together. </div><div style="text-align: center;">It was a great Christmas Season!</div></div></div></div>Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541059235819065593noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-38226433950954263432010-12-07T13:16:00.000-08:002010-12-07T14:15:19.393-08:00My Very First Snowday!<div align="center">So I know it has been Forever since I have blogged and one of these days I may go back and update some of the fun things we did, but since my life is a little crazy we will just go from here. With that said I have had my very first official snowday. Despite going to school in the American Sibera I have NEVER had a day where school and work has been cancelled until last week that is. Both work and school were rescheduled so we decided to take advantage of the PERFECT snow and make a snowman and snowball soup! Here are some pics of our fun day.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuL7ydo_aVbJe2uTPhHPsqpqNJ8xYg_qEFdS3e3ID3XitrRnukIK2rx-LRaGXBVXNHsStoN_a8ava7zQx6xR4f7VZ2MA786dbJg_8FOSiM4iIYg34uG01V2oGE6zQyAxcAvZko-jLzGT1r/s1600/DSC_0192.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548064116957731586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuL7ydo_aVbJe2uTPhHPsqpqNJ8xYg_qEFdS3e3ID3XitrRnukIK2rx-LRaGXBVXNHsStoN_a8ava7zQx6xR4f7VZ2MA786dbJg_8FOSiM4iIYg34uG01V2oGE6zQyAxcAvZko-jLzGT1r/s400/DSC_0192.JPG" /></a> Here is Ellie helping the best way she know how, by singing and laughing in her sled.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdEkN3jeN5zvhrHimGViaDZ2zJ0Qb7hLKCq0HOC9dRbZ7V6JFmXDG2nGg6oA0cGdFRFvwBfLkdszb-484uvHMzXkwFv6roMq1ikFH9-gLZQ0JT1Pwjp0zV4WETN3h69dr_2C9PE90dEx06/s1600/DSC_0188.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548064107100376114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdEkN3jeN5zvhrHimGViaDZ2zJ0Qb7hLKCq0HOC9dRbZ7V6JFmXDG2nGg6oA0cGdFRFvwBfLkdszb-484uvHMzXkwFv6roMq1ikFH9-gLZQ0JT1Pwjp0zV4WETN3h69dr_2C9PE90dEx06/s400/DSC_0188.JPG" /></a> All the girls hard at work!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTIiqd1-j46Zwom-gFJNle9UldD3Om4lgvekjUgfHSaYr6mDAixi8gG2NM5d-Fwgxk5entgHcoSEfMgoo61EkiznKAgtuMlNfWqLNiXDUl_MmpQxkxUdm5Ga53_Qg0nQ4dTIjp2dEfJKDX/s1600/DSC_0186.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548064104048877426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTIiqd1-j46Zwom-gFJNle9UldD3Om4lgvekjUgfHSaYr6mDAixi8gG2NM5d-Fwgxk5entgHcoSEfMgoo61EkiznKAgtuMlNfWqLNiXDUl_MmpQxkxUdm5Ga53_Qg0nQ4dTIjp2dEfJKDX/s400/DSC_0186.JPG" /></a> Ellie is dressed and ready to get out in the snow. (no make-up happens on snow days OK!)<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnzc3CjFFuH-V6ydqxXMcF-uV_bp5NzZfeYm4LdI39ZJRfDbUEv3uNz-VmnYeEBtwsWbJunuHuWiy9ELAovJtWgMSTqDe88dPcn-EBi-W3Cy4rVWD0tg9nJCcH73rQuw9lJxN894szLdvS/s1600/DSC_0179.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548063245782355090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnzc3CjFFuH-V6ydqxXMcF-uV_bp5NzZfeYm4LdI39ZJRfDbUEv3uNz-VmnYeEBtwsWbJunuHuWiy9ELAovJtWgMSTqDe88dPcn-EBi-W3Cy4rVWD0tg9nJCcH73rQuw9lJxN894szLdvS/s400/DSC_0179.JPG" /></a><br />Libby putting ballons on the plant snowman that she made. She also refused to keep gloves on so, Mom I did try :)<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh2-XhYtIobP5sUtnqs3yLpBL2F8OFRVNOujQXYakEQgp7c4Ph-2XDaejPB6G4RLRbP45y9kSqVZ5_K9Ie4dOAHgK-lTtPDuemeZLMWupE25pMq8OH4ZLuKbsnBF4Rfc2LObjrtT0pi2NA/s1600/DSC_0177.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548063238702370594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh2-XhYtIobP5sUtnqs3yLpBL2F8OFRVNOujQXYakEQgp7c4Ph-2XDaejPB6G4RLRbP45y9kSqVZ5_K9Ie4dOAHgK-lTtPDuemeZLMWupE25pMq8OH4ZLuKbsnBF4Rfc2LObjrtT0pi2NA/s400/DSC_0177.JPG" /></a><br />Shelby making snow angels.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9nksNKNEuEWwTvAj4IYnqTvQ7BCLWhVvQmD99mYpOUXltVJGbpppryjGw8BWis8ZUMlJQP4Eh4ZJFcyn0Ky_k7e2CUeasl3VuhswquMVkXEbBqY3UgL13n2XfsVxS40TZLAh9Kx8z3qLB/s1600/DSC_0171.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548063226996238322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9nksNKNEuEWwTvAj4IYnqTvQ7BCLWhVvQmD99mYpOUXltVJGbpppryjGw8BWis8ZUMlJQP4Eh4ZJFcyn0Ky_k7e2CUeasl3VuhswquMVkXEbBqY3UgL13n2XfsVxS40TZLAh9Kx8z3qLB/s400/DSC_0171.JPG" /></a><br />Our 9 1/2 foot snowman, they were having to much fun to stop and pose for the camera so this is the best one we could get.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiFmq6zMDsppG5kmAmhop_JkSez8x8uv1m5MDt8uwiRY37dDKkVTeVnQYVQfu3YAI-G6QOsbLxIAY-BJ38yqGRWmXYc9r2I44k8d1TZzJpAXbVy2bBHjwCQmzrzsKOPJKRszINTIaItVuh/s1600/DSC_0164.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548063221132362514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiFmq6zMDsppG5kmAmhop_JkSez8x8uv1m5MDt8uwiRY37dDKkVTeVnQYVQfu3YAI-G6QOsbLxIAY-BJ38yqGRWmXYc9r2I44k8d1TZzJpAXbVy2bBHjwCQmzrzsKOPJKRszINTIaItVuh/s400/DSC_0164.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Jon and Libby with the finished product, Libby is extremely proud of her balloon idea for the tounge.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHAf-FMELFPt4_w0tGdPqQYy6qCGb5V8J2M0e0LVeqOqwIZTrWvewyWxbR3RYBFeZdt5zLfV00MexBjSVW3QoGIG4nx7yBqeuHHenabhyJVb4owDYxXkaVD-zm0qZDeExtRC5KPnMiq5zx/s1600/DSC_0146.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548063209628138722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHAf-FMELFPt4_w0tGdPqQYy6qCGb5V8J2M0e0LVeqOqwIZTrWvewyWxbR3RYBFeZdt5zLfV00MexBjSVW3QoGIG4nx7yBqeuHHenabhyJVb4owDYxXkaVD-zm0qZDeExtRC5KPnMiq5zx/s400/DSC_0146.JPG" /></a> Making snowball soup for our very hungry snowman!</div><div> </div><div align="left">Well needless to say we had a great time and the girls had so much fun that we all skipped a nap and made hot chocolate when we finally came inside. I am going to try to be better at posting, but let's be honest, I am super busy and my computer moves at an incrediable slow rate!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541059235819065593noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-37901207351532643452010-05-18T14:33:00.001-07:002010-05-18T14:53:13.156-07:00Reasons I love being a MomSo I get my camera out so that I can take a few pictures of Ellie since she has been severly negelcted on the photo shoots due to time. As I am getting her ready her sisters are saying "cheese...cheese...mom do you see me take a pic of me too" so this first shot is the picture that I got of Ellie that I thought turned out best.<br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472728278935039538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisGUyL2UNHfonzGFkr_3FhHURsFPvrg2DZy8PrQkvEQ9h2oa0JfwH6m1B0GmUaBk04AbX3cX8RW__jzHUcr4CwSOEda9h3FFmYyAqAzKVkUywwusnpU7GVt6wyov2Rgy5yYve1QtOHqoji/s400/DSC_0658.JPG" /> she is so stinkin cute, I wish I was a better photographer to capture it all. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472728268646587042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvxRRfPhCJBQYnq-6gn2L5MlAxcwqu5RwtIAHGsaZCyuUHzf6RvIvfYRD1ki5vQXumP8TibsbmUplZqI6LIk7O11s9G7DvZvAXagZ0BPkrpYzUsmmWyoIs1SU6JSyPh3-FVqJDUN2KnZfM/s400/DSC_0655.JPG" /></div><div align="center"><br />Her is Libby trying her hardest to get in on the photo shoot. She is so funny I just die laughing everyday because of her little personality. She has TONS!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472728259765371362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5bP4mI-WgSqJ3oPk88Px1ItODuprOzlefpCHA9d5QBG1wSmWeyYrugsbo7fqxktZvFn1Kaj2KFhsk84bhmoZaK0-Ybj0eHbuHe4HnJnb0UqAGfiinMPQfjjUU76JXSg7G2yjVUMwLRt0J/s400/DSC_0642.JPG" /><br />Here Libby is posing for me and then comes Shelby down the stairs....</div><div align="center"><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 420px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472728289395709122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5TpkJiJ6awNI_ltioAESH1jEibsNV0gFf3wOe1In9kGMqCE_EHSSIK-oGq07Yyfj5dqzPPHHsdj69IrtpeKz-XsrOg_bhsKpKl965h5ZS6JfCXHkrl9DRbqSfYya4JLSYPII6HXDnMPLE/s400/DSC_0623.JPG" /><br />Need I say more???</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">I love my little girls they are so fun and always entertaining.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div>Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541059235819065593noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-37761384963113466092010-05-11T15:43:00.000-07:002010-05-11T15:57:56.283-07:00Ellie's BlessingOn May 2<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">nd</span> we blessed our sweet little Ellie at church. It was so nice to have family and friends in town to share this special day. (I am kicking myself because I didn't get a picture of all 5 of us together, which once again nominates me for Mother of the Year!) Ellie has been such a blessing to our family and I am enjoying ever second of having her in our family. She is so calm and happy. She is willing to give anyone a smile and is content to do just about anything you want her to. She has slept through the night since she was about 4 weeks old and is my most cuddly baby. I love being her mom and even though I was terrified to have a 3rd child I am so grateful to have her and she has made it very manageable. I love you Ellie!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzUQzk7MKhzGMhyphenhyphenP-J4APAotVfVq0-61Rk3KHYhMeGHK1kmBKbYlTB3jcdHi0mdLvoTykD7IV8rGkZPP7LeWu5gZOlcmhV41FZ0dGn3Kvr5yU4nj6W9C-JInsZ_PbOXgePxbJFxeTAJxZg/s1600/DSC_9943.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470148391209834738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzUQzk7MKhzGMhyphenhyphenP-J4APAotVfVq0-61Rk3KHYhMeGHK1kmBKbYlTB3jcdHi0mdLvoTykD7IV8rGkZPP7LeWu5gZOlcmhV41FZ0dGn3Kvr5yU4nj6W9C-JInsZ_PbOXgePxbJFxeTAJxZg/s400/DSC_9943.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpxeJ56HIlUGfO5MZkYBQ4qeTw2U0-D_bhJViXd6edLVOhCFph0KCAdfQgCjGZ0AqrNqHm1GMK3nMO4qOLKQr2TyF89clG_RAMWOa6FzwyYy0yRfh0YPDbniS-Yb3QBX-b5yj-Uh4FuAKO/s1600/DSC_9949.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470148376137177378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpxeJ56HIlUGfO5MZkYBQ4qeTw2U0-D_bhJViXd6edLVOhCFph0KCAdfQgCjGZ0AqrNqHm1GMK3nMO4qOLKQr2TyF89clG_RAMWOa6FzwyYy0yRfh0YPDbniS-Yb3QBX-b5yj-Uh4FuAKO/s400/DSC_9949.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaVl62bRlqOK7uAJDkryPIWH0eZ9ZEMf1Qi-LtgWzvK1AyJGdpTL9hAiv0YeTWZQNChfMRDF6wU787Qms_rPttP6ArxXlNQmBA4WozYiXwMv6VKb4JuBileAxsAK1MHDCy_T4RJJYERpUh/s1600/DSC_9947.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470148364242614754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaVl62bRlqOK7uAJDkryPIWH0eZ9ZEMf1Qi-LtgWzvK1AyJGdpTL9hAiv0YeTWZQNChfMRDF6wU787Qms_rPttP6ArxXlNQmBA4WozYiXwMv6VKb4JuBileAxsAK1MHDCy_T4RJJYERpUh/s400/DSC_9947.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div> </div></div></div>Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541059235819065593noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-65819219879280619092010-04-07T14:13:00.000-07:002010-04-07T15:18:10.494-07:00square-foot gardenShelby has convinced Jon and I to start a garden which we are not so sure we are excited about since we really are responsible to take care of it, but hopefully it will be a teaching/learning moment. Here are some pics of our festivities.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457508546126029650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb4T41ikdKMGA3rDywu6Vo3IMvcG6ViPQtivwiiBLxFbhI-IUdA4UbCdXOmkQLWZIJdxkuNhUeVvor1jrdCtNX-jU-zpPSNfywRQUGH15pNobUuW2TgvztxFjWk4gCWzuh_E9-xyUIJ78k/s400/sound.JPG" /><br /><div align="center"> Ellie slept the entire time, she seriously is the BEST baby in the world.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjd6-dn1hhPl4_tKGUtYntLtuk0xodmIoNn66DhYwF8LF6dPaDfhBGQgHOyMXymJWcxbMaaV68-AHNgIoBPB-_1l7k8K1rd6N1QlIlC1FbyNKxTRD_IZikTVms2rt8s1Oij343kaG3Ovz7/s1600/boxes.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457508535620372914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjd6-dn1hhPl4_tKGUtYntLtuk0xodmIoNn66DhYwF8LF6dPaDfhBGQgHOyMXymJWcxbMaaV68-AHNgIoBPB-_1l7k8K1rd6N1QlIlC1FbyNKxTRD_IZikTVms2rt8s1Oij343kaG3Ovz7/s400/boxes.JPG" /></a> The girls loved mixing all the different types of Chicken poop, steer crap, and whatever else we mixed in there.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFCkjaglSWbqj0-S3eJ3ZMRGT_1pds6GrncL4awiPfaxXALPaGw87R07FZgiyzxGlEl8kczgTyRyKaizPwfvnZafp8MW-lmPePxdFkkAVIUG42cqWi4-QZrtsEzz_ggVX_yOvTIRkNuPYA/s1600/look.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457508528789917826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFCkjaglSWbqj0-S3eJ3ZMRGT_1pds6GrncL4awiPfaxXALPaGw87R07FZgiyzxGlEl8kczgTyRyKaizPwfvnZafp8MW-lmPePxdFkkAVIUG42cqWi4-QZrtsEzz_ggVX_yOvTIRkNuPYA/s400/look.JPG" /></a> this was the best pic of my attempt to get them to look at me.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiagUTaDlgv8vU6QpVWDjy63i1tkgdRRPW4h5ZX_SwfE5MqNlLbw4HVT9wH3mN0ZoZuP7tcElfE0ecy3cPG5M5m7dp4HLpqSUHhFnML3-Wckaa-7phkaxPl_x9bE-fioKvWsHmjBWiJIA1f/s1600/girls.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457508518068707010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiagUTaDlgv8vU6QpVWDjy63i1tkgdRRPW4h5ZX_SwfE5MqNlLbw4HVT9wH3mN0ZoZuP7tcElfE0ecy3cPG5M5m7dp4HLpqSUHhFnML3-Wckaa-7phkaxPl_x9bE-fioKvWsHmjBWiJIA1f/s400/girls.JPG" /></a> Here is Libby throwing the mix with her bare hands in the garden while Shelby is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">carefully</span> scooping it up with her gloves and shovel.</div><div> </div><div align="left">Well wish us luck Libby already thinks it is a sandbox so if we get anything to grow I will consider it a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">success</span>! We planted onion, tomatoes, flowers, peppers, peas, and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">ummm</span> well that is all I can remember for right now. Like I said I am not much of a gardener. :)<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><br /></div>Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541059235819065593noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-77517163503210250032010-04-06T15:21:00.000-07:002010-04-06T16:03:59.172-07:00So different<div align="center">Anyone who knows my Shelby and my Libby knows that they are both super sweet, but they are extremely different. One of there biggest differences is at mealtime. Shelby is easy to clean up after and Libby...well I dread feeding her only because I know what kind of aftermath is to follow.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLOaTnAMUeKvoTf0bbAbbGCePSS3J3dzwRlM5NzbOz440MmFFkJ3OlF2cAj2dXUU26ero29L6tfBWfBeEZK033ENgUI4J82v3IuZiDuExij3Gxlm1fgixoRDbPMXx2kd3_BHuJ0vb7Xxpd/s1600/100_0747.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457161113746907298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLOaTnAMUeKvoTf0bbAbbGCePSS3J3dzwRlM5NzbOz440MmFFkJ3OlF2cAj2dXUU26ero29L6tfBWfBeEZK033ENgUI4J82v3IuZiDuExij3Gxlm1fgixoRDbPMXx2kd3_BHuJ0vb7Xxpd/s400/100_0747.JPG" /></a> Shelby's 1st Birthday while eating her cake. Realizing she is messy and stops completely!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiOhnsHDuVHYlJgLqrethye-ehu8xdeoJOY_q86x6Dw-b2vux_LInPx4GCkehgVQ5cMTTMxba4Hr62_PRgwNU0fN_vHowjpTf0arPPtuJWG1lUfy0QpqR7JaCgpZRzu0IkxpS6o2iUJfgO/s1600/DSC_0612.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457161103622245970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiOhnsHDuVHYlJgLqrethye-ehu8xdeoJOY_q86x6Dw-b2vux_LInPx4GCkehgVQ5cMTTMxba4Hr62_PRgwNU0fN_vHowjpTf0arPPtuJWG1lUfy0QpqR7JaCgpZRzu0IkxpS6o2iUJfgO/s400/DSC_0612.JPG" /></a> Here is Libby on her 1st birthday! (notice Shelby and her look of horror)<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457158284481488242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwoMBG0_DSWLJcjdc5FkG-rsl6CexT6Q1DURg0hkxG6IjmLUlM59s7f0GkyG2NxergB0_R1p6E7xWwgHzb-R7YOdUEXXefuIvYW1y7lHlaWGOAhLMMu9RL_5Gu31vCbwD6Mgbmz1wMM8W2/s400/What!.JPG" />Libby after dinner last week<br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457158279859767282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVaTB26Fg7KyQYalSiqxrTma4qCWrONXOJyJKT3gcvF4CJUo98H3PNZhN0u8AGKzu6BqM54ILpVoCutXa20oR-NLijQx9hsPXx2tslf4GcZnHR8KBaA6kI3pjv9GR6i8qVtIH7gzYjMIOm/s400/clean.JPG" />Shelby after dinner last week.</div><br /></div><p align="left">Just a day in the life at the our house. So here is to my girls and their very unique personalities that I love and adore. It is crazy that before kids are even 1 they already have a little Personality in them! As different as they all are I love them to pieces. Pics of Ellie to come shortly, next time I get 5 min to post anyway...so maybe not shortly?????</p>Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541059235819065593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-55300025082856030252010-03-03T13:09:00.000-08:002010-03-03T14:04:11.341-08:00This = ThatHere is a picture of me and all my glory at the hospital about to deliver Ellie. While I am aware that most people don't care to see me in my PJ's before birthing a child it is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">necessary</span> in order to illustrate the point of this blog...<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444519732755419954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWrhDYYUR9_u04wqSMnud0ZMC7Voww10hDI9azNxPtRTPAWa38j7V0gVXcBKFRrLsDrhftFq3sdAnR9o8RjjznZPPk-LbVm0aOWK_qrmPzCVFcNUVpsRoWq2cwhjwfjFfzlJK6cujDBG0G/s400/DSCN0266.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444519739047168018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrI4OYrKo_6OjIZa04DldM10pPokNO76XofsGA3kNELAWH4Wt2PuOY2kvDnamheAOTvKM4igYAb-YnUa7jtyjI72ZZa-HRdCp-MzIWCJ_jeXvTn-I0di0awu1XVsb8GRb76nC8wt-D6eYN/s400/DSCN0267.JPG" /><br /><div align="center">I never can pose very well for the end of term <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">prego</span> pics!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div>I know that their are many types of Postpartum some people get depressed, cry a ton, lonely, angry and the list could go on and on; but for me I feel an overwhelming desire to purchase a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">copious</span> amount of furniture after the birth of my girls. I know this is strange but it has happened with all of my children and for some reason it makes me very happy. Many of you know that Jon and I have been looking at bedroom furniture for at least a year now and I always let the "practical" side of me make the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">decision</span> to hold off because it is really not that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">necessary</span>. After Ellie though the story changed and my will power no longer <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">existed</span> and we bought this beautiful set; which I love! So here is to having babies and the cause and effect...<br /><br /><div align="center"> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444519748692736882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr_lpmts48P2oc3SzB4aA520Af6NoViwUXGYUUi_JBMXTonhncmXnzwotoR3u0vL9QnEHhfuSlE_aKK3bND_to5xqWrH5KzOlRw4z5zsAvQOVgBZZef-VhGrOV99JJkCbn-M-V4B-AD8G9/s400/DSC_0649.JPG" />Here is the bed with the 2 night stands</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444519757411899314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLAc_4-1q2CkzxHo52MNhQ5yLY9d2cotWFqxzmZLycbSjB2zjxBZDITqH2GjlH_5_yU_OdQfipBo81zzKe6CTT5RDicFOnUxnl5amO442o1a0Vad9iHj7_zFRZdNuuXfZNFK40mWqkSdX7/s400/DSC_0651.JPG" /><br />this dresser is awesome because it has a ton of hidden compartments and it is large enough for ALL of my stuff.<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444519764951168946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQiZjHL5Rx_JKEPXZlrpG4gHvv15J_xaT6DXUg6XqxioxKGKXzsve5A5MAzlRaFyQ4YVF-OgVQgW4B4buzxglUVmzm2Cc4cK0hsBAUlpirphN6Ke7NLxqIvDHMY7wJRK5HuIyK-XwWgFzv/s400/DSC_0654.JPG" /><br />As you can see the mirror opens it can house up to a 46' <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">flat screen</span> TV with special compartments for the DVD player. We haven't purchased the TV yet but it is pretty cool.<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444520089995844594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilTFJP6XLkfYi4TBVW_x3UAIKUE0nrYo4syzbfE3yYdRaTqXE-412qVr2ebUvVX3wXmJ4JZDGCB8P8PIRMmDL_V50evjJ9Pin2kqNFohaYkPFNIznyKarZmIcVfESsZr2qQfHRKQc8e01F/s400/DSC_0653.JPG" /><br />Here is Jon's dresser. This thing was custom made for him because it is so tall that I can't see into the top 2 drawers without a stool; but he has no trouble at all.<br /><br /><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Needless to say we probably shouldn't have any more kids because it ends up costing us a small fortune to ensure that I don't get depressed. :) </div><br /></div>Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541059235819065593noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-17824253809085470792010-02-19T18:54:00.000-08:002010-02-19T19:32:41.701-08:00Ellie Ann Scott<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Ellie Ann Scott</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Born: Feb. 1st 2010 @ 11:50am</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Weight: 7.2 lbs</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Length: 20 inches</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqwcxX85iCeW7ZfrpWA4VFsZFN-x4oD0Gh99Nd45pQxPImsLzhXc2QbeeP12ELi1JD9a0jF6i5HHwxJIot3wialgXSFOWdKYD2WaHuttywF2LUQijJ_aelDcLqG2GsHVHyF-H5ZfnYKOHc/s1600-h/DSC_0744.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440162598772375106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqwcxX85iCeW7ZfrpWA4VFsZFN-x4oD0Gh99Nd45pQxPImsLzhXc2QbeeP12ELi1JD9a0jF6i5HHwxJIot3wialgXSFOWdKYD2WaHuttywF2LUQijJ_aelDcLqG2GsHVHyF-H5ZfnYKOHc/s400/DSC_0744.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimunjwxI6UwX-4IoWgsizoukMprYFQ6AImhapFKIsmJDSumWfj0TP18VaiRy6xzGL2zKi-fZAYy9PnFG7Z4gNNGbAgrCZbYFzds4CSn1rgG30uWo6uYfATnoFq6byURm7jS_PWDlg5GdTm/s1600-h/DSC_7631.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440162586302023074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimunjwxI6UwX-4IoWgsizoukMprYFQ6AImhapFKIsmJDSumWfj0TP18VaiRy6xzGL2zKi-fZAYy9PnFG7Z4gNNGbAgrCZbYFzds4CSn1rgG30uWo6uYfATnoFq6byURm7jS_PWDlg5GdTm/s400/DSC_7631.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuS2PfGq9rCBrh9TpIM8upbVm4ETPWgUKyz2S38dqleZFFJa1_f7xuKjTsjFCw0zk0IAlEAcmi1OcPxY_OC_cYH686o2wsRdV61E8yi36SAAx4p3N50vOXL6_cn-xjKEEcWLvIMTs5aOBW/s1600-h/DSC_7593.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440162574838722178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuS2PfGq9rCBrh9TpIM8upbVm4ETPWgUKyz2S38dqleZFFJa1_f7xuKjTsjFCw0zk0IAlEAcmi1OcPxY_OC_cYH686o2wsRdV61E8yi36SAAx4p3N50vOXL6_cn-xjKEEcWLvIMTs5aOBW/s400/DSC_7593.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifj7X3hZNWQcsAKzrpTCCzPR3xiIygUJGga9kZxH-E0CAlXUhd5jq4DU4XDdszZDCEjw5po6_vtrNd72iSubrqv3QjDZOuO1KxSxv6zC58SPnjVf7OFYdEcXwdhXNsn6v6n5qmbTdbHS6M/s1600-h/DSC_7573.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440159572571990770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifj7X3hZNWQcsAKzrpTCCzPR3xiIygUJGga9kZxH-E0CAlXUhd5jq4DU4XDdszZDCEjw5po6_vtrNd72iSubrqv3QjDZOuO1KxSxv6zC58SPnjVf7OFYdEcXwdhXNsn6v6n5qmbTdbHS6M/s400/DSC_7573.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgciUqTiLDdjrKLSsVeeWuIuQs_KmAU9EhAOcS7gc-YoakQNjPUQTWM0ZSkzHXum5wtBisArsPtd9RnBqskZxld0ml5scnompjdOtqp8YAJTbmrG4CPCyIU2ejEXuOG7577gD_edyEHQQJm/s1600-h/DSC_7562.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440159558858950034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgciUqTiLDdjrKLSsVeeWuIuQs_KmAU9EhAOcS7gc-YoakQNjPUQTWM0ZSkzHXum5wtBisArsPtd9RnBqskZxld0ml5scnompjdOtqp8YAJTbmrG4CPCyIU2ejEXuOG7577gD_edyEHQQJm/s400/DSC_7562.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5XI0DcuPHCN_PsS-jO01bnVA94Xv_vgbzVxGeTQ1BAWuw2QH1tD6O0jCWuJ1s8vhLFLWqheo5jeergWtpT6_BbSYtBMHuDVEHGMlM5UKoP44H4E_80RhQ1QV2Ok9Ms72xwJbcWB2TdfS7/s1600-h/DSC_7547.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440159529039050786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5XI0DcuPHCN_PsS-jO01bnVA94Xv_vgbzVxGeTQ1BAWuw2QH1tD6O0jCWuJ1s8vhLFLWqheo5jeergWtpT6_BbSYtBMHuDVEHGMlM5UKoP44H4E_80RhQ1QV2Ok9Ms72xwJbcWB2TdfS7/s400/DSC_7547.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>I have promised several people I would get pics of my new little angel on my blog at least a week ago and finally here I am. I have a feeling that with 3 kids I will be running weeks behind for awhile :) (sorry Molly). Ellie Ann is now almost 3 weeks old; I can't believe it, she is the most perfect baby!!! I am serious; if all babies were as easy as her we would all have more! We have heard her cry a handful of times and each cry lasts about 2 seconds if that. I am really blessed to have such a laid back girl. I am loved having her in our home and she is such a joy!</div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541059235819065593noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-50162947201708585912009-12-28T14:36:00.000-08:002009-12-28T15:40:10.831-08:00Christmas, Excuses, and more to come!First off let me start by saying NO I didn't send out Christmas cards this year so don't think you got kicked off the list! I didn't do them for a number of reasons and here they are in no particular order.<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><strong>Excuse #1:</strong> I am super lazy and never even thought about it until I started getting texts, calls, and e-mails asking where they were. </div><div><strong>Excuse #2:</strong> I haven't gotten a new family pic yet because I have 4 inch roots and I am 9 months pregnant. Not about to walk into a photo shoot in this condition.</div><div><strong>Excuse #3:</strong> and the last excuse that I can think of right now... I have to send out birth announcement in like less than a month so I am going to save on postage.</div><div><br />Well there you have it... NOW onto our exciting christmas events.</div><div><br />We stayed home this year because I can't travel and because it is so nice to do our own thing. I had big plans to cook a great meal on Christmas EVE but the night before our new little baby (in the womb) decided to kick my ribs out of place so I was/am no longer in any mood to cook; or move for that matter. Instead we went to my most favorite BBQ place called Dickey's and we had a great meal! We then came home and opened a present from Santa which were PJ's and a family game. The girls loved it and it was so cute to see how excited they were.</div><div> </div><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420428027435878034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh43-n5S960VtXA_xQqCBO98mMFaaq9u88VYHLR9wXXBgOpE7LvjApePRnO97kpVa741T2RffLC6S1gx3CPi3U3wZh-szTIDAFZGOpKk3jdoT9l3X0g_uxHEvbfaqFdi3YhfQKGsWD5Vpnz/s320/DSC_0754.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420428036116260898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnOQeqAQIZtPGWlP_ru-irgQ1CNSQ5I-BC34oU9ANjuAqivdNuUUs4moD-PUh49eUfVS8aBaNy6NUB2ncbICxfFbkfs328G7HfwyldwOv_QKhksuBenrPUu4K8yLPjiq5mSR74ikI_wFjv/s320/DSC_0770.JPG" />That night Shelby woke up at 12, 1, 3, 4, and finally at 5 Daddy went up there to tell her that Santa can't and won't show up until AFTER she goes to sleep! That ended the whole "has santa come?" Then on Christmas morning Jon and I finally went and woke the girls up at 9am. They were so excited that it took 45 min for them to even realize that there were stockings, things on the couch, or presents under the tree. We had a great time staying in our PJ's and playing with new toys all day long, I couldn't have asked for a better Christmas! </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420430189545157730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTU9hZ8YqVjiI0v0QP8MCK6kv1ypTsxmXf_mZrtpMvmUUkZwmq66wao3ldndVa353FYPEra0136U98T5rQrSq7Lc-i_24apz8KcD0ed3KBanq6fQl_qIg2Giuu4k3NRp-rto4KRwUYCbOX/s320/DSC_0771.JPG" /></div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420430196546320354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxbU3nqk5zvsKvJczDyOv1nJom9urAJMGZdW-NEnYR09FaQO-jGj41Q9y8JE2S1NCA0SuQEDWeR4K11NiuNDpRprYTIbcwlKhNAzo85UmLziv2XGGY5jGLP_zA3q75Npsq4kF3EZQcJDD1/s320/DSC_0776.JPG" /></div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420430198585598290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBFblaQjmnBA8rF_L5tS3ofqUCSB29IxhYCDwMo47G6C27leoRBGskKAl8-y2r6NEPtilE2Nb3h5Xh7wnga1NIf5TPOnhwaxVZgqr1XQ1__ygnIMYCmPATcsf0vgsbcGtkoACrhWpjaCzR/s320/DSC_0777.JPG" /></div><div>I am so grateful for my little family, I couldn't ask for a better husband he is the best Man I have ever known. He takes great care of me and our kids; I am so very blessed to have him in my life. I love my two little girls! They are so sweet and so hilarious. There isn't a day that goes by that they don't make me just crack up! I am so excited to have another little princess join our family soon and I feel so grateful that this pregnacy has gone so much smoother than the last. We have had so many ups and downs in the last couple years but we are definately ending this year on the up swing! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!!! <div> </div><div>I have many more (Christmas type posts that I will hopefully get around to before the end of the year!)</div></div></div></div>Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541059235819065593noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-59370770675221444402009-11-24T15:25:00.000-08:002009-11-24T15:25:59.890-08:00Pumpkin patch<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwDaKvq6iW55gAihhisvucesqqDvnN09Gd4fCjY_00eCxXdKxPgqQ9MH0VAXIzW1rWe_DTZ9jMVf1IHF7NmLpPUsC49LRNs1XyPPP8v24ABOMtYkuMe1Ott-mnk3WizQuPx3S0uthNnpMf/s1600/Oct1.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwDaKvq6iW55gAihhisvucesqqDvnN09Gd4fCjY_00eCxXdKxPgqQ9MH0VAXIzW1rWe_DTZ9jMVf1IHF7NmLpPUsC49LRNs1XyPPP8v24ABOMtYkuMe1Ott-mnk3WizQuPx3S0uthNnpMf/s400/Oct1.jpg" /></a> </div><br />Yes I am well aware of how late this post is, but when I am pregnant it takes me longer than usual to accomplish anything especially now since I can barely waddle. This pumpkin patch is awesome, they have a huge bubble thing to jump on the corn box (where the girls spent 2 hrs), corn mazes, hay rides, tractor pulls, slides, pig races....you name it and this pumpkin patch has it. We went with some of our really good friends and managed to not get one single pic together (go figure). The girls had a blast and so did Jon and I once it warmed up a bit and we weren't so worried about hypothermia. These are our "halloween" pics because like the excellent mother that I am I forgot to even get my camera out on Halloween night! Maybe I will dress them up again soon and pretend... or maybe not????<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541059235819065593noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-41150591784824034592009-11-24T15:10:00.000-08:002009-11-24T15:10:21.499-08:00Random days.<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit0mPcB3U2SlgEg2KMM8V9DFgaH7KkRtybVHxfQOlsrsI6orwqBIZ7jJsRrFJGH_vm9ImYeOK4W_xAplpCg0LhKEDiiR5gw-pUrF6B13n3SGT4DfmYdwJ1pEX19e6JZNjMoHJ4iUbSSCxw/s1600/July+09.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit0mPcB3U2SlgEg2KMM8V9DFgaH7KkRtybVHxfQOlsrsI6orwqBIZ7jJsRrFJGH_vm9ImYeOK4W_xAplpCg0LhKEDiiR5gw-pUrF6B13n3SGT4DfmYdwJ1pEX19e6JZNjMoHJ4iUbSSCxw/s400/July+09.jpg" /></a> </div><br />I feel like I haven't posted anything in so long so I decided to go through my pictures and just get random pictures and post them so these are from a couple of months. As you can see we play "dress up" a ton the girls are so into it that it just cracks me up. I am so lucky to be able to stay at home with my kids and be around for all of these "small moments". I enjoy playing with my kids everyday and I am blessed to have them in my home! LOVE THESE LITTLE CUTIES!!!!<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541059235819065593noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-38541227892997542822009-11-24T14:57:00.000-08:002009-11-24T14:57:35.224-08:00Daddy Daughter Date!<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivRXW4oCQpQ5U2-hE3o8-b62RCLqXptFepO-6wUMOxQgSlGgfxrp-ULlG8aqnstNvNymRQru3szaqx3Fmg8C8Z5z7YXlEwQVyAy-l035syQsm07akEPDY1ufg2UIqd4RMyL_-YsFBHyjS8/s1600/4+wheelin+aug+09.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivRXW4oCQpQ5U2-hE3o8-b62RCLqXptFepO-6wUMOxQgSlGgfxrp-ULlG8aqnstNvNymRQru3szaqx3Fmg8C8Z5z7YXlEwQVyAy-l035syQsm07akEPDY1ufg2UIqd4RMyL_-YsFBHyjS8/s400/4+wheelin+aug+09.jpg" /></a> </div><br />This was way back in Aug. but I thought it was worth posting because Shelby is sort of obsessed with Daddy Daughter Dates. Jon took her up in the mountains and the were actaully scouting for deer before hunting season, but for Shelby it was just riding the 4-wheeler (super fast), hiking, throwing rocks, and just being with daddy. I feel that daddy daughter dates are a must in this day and age, plus I LOVED them when I was growing up; so I am glad that Jon agrees and takes our girls on little dates each month. Both girls love being with their dad and getting to talk to him about whatever they want.<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541059235819065593noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-27481239778012876362009-10-12T13:38:00.000-07:002009-10-12T13:38:13.763-07:00Fancy Shelby turns 3!<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeei5BKnZkewuqqjdnwfp1jwUdJqaiAmLG_x_6XRhxxegunDuInbsT6lcFEs3yYuEWcGE9lYT1SlcrsZy8njoMgITkZrXKSjnh96fPbX8jn66AfRzJM4lrfr8-SxcBJC8ESl8bs11V32CW/s1600-h/Oct.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeei5BKnZkewuqqjdnwfp1jwUdJqaiAmLG_x_6XRhxxegunDuInbsT6lcFEs3yYuEWcGE9lYT1SlcrsZy8njoMgITkZrXKSjnh96fPbX8jn66AfRzJM4lrfr8-SxcBJC8ESl8bs11V32CW/s400/Oct.jpg" /></a> </div><br />Most of you know that on Oct. 5th Shelby turned 3. Since last year I was SO sick I felt like Shelby deserved to have a proper celebration for this birthday so I told her she could have a party. She insisted on having a "Fancy Nancy" party which for those of you with boys it is a little girl in a bunch of books who likes to dress, act, and talk "fancy". So we had a fancy Shelby party and she was so excited! Her friends all came dressed up and we ate some pizza, opened presents (she made out like a bandit!), and had cake and Ice cream. We had 30+ people and it was a great time to hang out with tons of friends. A few facts about Shelby:<br /><br />LIKES: To read books, in fact we have to go to the library at least once a week so I don't go crazy reading those books over and over. Cartoons; Dora, Go Diego Go, word world, super why, and backyardigans. Tessa (her babysitter) Coloring, taking pictures, dress up is a new favorite (which she got tons of stuff for her b-day). Olive Garden, apple juice, going to wal-mart or Target, helping mom cook, imagination games outside, baths, and so much more. Shelby finds joy in everything we do and it is so fun to watch her enthusiasiam for life, it just makes me so happy!<br /><br />DISLIKES: Performing of any kind, large groups, quite time without books, Libby stealing her toys or attention of her parents, sleeping in her bed (she ALWAYS falls asleep on the floor). Doing something/anything that wasn't her idea!<br /><br />HAIR: Brown<br />EYES: Blue<br />WEIGHT: 32 lbs<br />HEIGHT: approx. 40 inches<br /><br />Shelby is such a funny little girl, she is always saying things that crack me up. She is extremely smart and has started to read quite a few words and can even spell about 10 words. She often tells me that she is frustrated because she can't remember what the pages in her books say. I love being a mom and I love the life that they bring in our home. I am so proud of my little girl and all that she does. She is starting to be such a big helper and I can't tell you how grateful I am for her help since I am so exhausted most of the time. We love you Shelby and we are so glad you are in our family! Happy Birthday.<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541059235819065593noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-70038568682729793192009-10-04T20:51:00.000-07:002009-10-04T21:10:39.966-07:00Ready or Not....Okay so I have been in denial for long enough and it is finally time to realize that Jon and I really are going to be having a 3rd little <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">girl</span></strong> sometime at the end of Jan or beginning of Feb. I have to be honest and say that I didn't believe it when I took the pregnancy test and as a result, I ended up taking several. After MANY tests I finally accepted the facts. Then just Friday when they told me at my 21 week ultrasound that it was yet another girl, I had the same denial type feeling come over me again! At least I won't have to do much to prepare for her because we already have all the girl stuff.<br />All I can say is that I have to trust in the Lord with this whole situation I was pretty certain that Jon and I were either done having children (given my last Pregnancy and all it's complications); or going to wait quite a while before having another one. Now we are going to have three all 3 and under which means we will have a 1st, 2nd, and 3rd grader when they are older! I know I love my girls so this one will not be any different, but I am really scared about have them all so close. I am grateful for my little miracle babies and I hope I can be a good mom to all of them no matter how many or how close they come.Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541059235819065593noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-46953445507678723102009-08-22T15:30:00.000-07:002009-08-22T15:36:49.038-07:00Happy Birthday Libby!<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSQGOg7M0qMoP6GwNy9CJ65wIBG7lh0xw562NN7Bo88LDr3G4tIo4DBy_4q7mBZQdAvY33ryA18z91SoWOlcVQimE2bGof8yXqQOKYsEIgj00-z9wRrmJcE6_1mrlMGk-PbT1Wy1QUPrVn/s1600-h/Aug.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSQGOg7M0qMoP6GwNy9CJ65wIBG7lh0xw562NN7Bo88LDr3G4tIo4DBy_4q7mBZQdAvY33ryA18z91SoWOlcVQimE2bGof8yXqQOKYsEIgj00-z9wRrmJcE6_1mrlMGk-PbT1Wy1QUPrVn/s400/Aug.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /></a></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both">I can't believe my baby is 1!! We couldn't get her away from her new slide to sing happy birthday to so we just brought the cake to her. She dug right in and enjoyed every bit of it except for the part when it was all gone. I love the pictures when she just breaks down, I am not sure if it is because the cake is gone or the fact that it was an ice cream cake and her hands were frozen??? Not sure we will ever really know. </div>Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541059235819065593noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-14040608159677371322009-08-22T15:20:00.000-07:002009-08-22T15:48:08.462-07:00Libby's 1st year<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKLZTZFfmsY-8LGjY6eWMhGFwbGxchN8fI252CCMFW0WKgSjOVzOXVKmqUvU8Er2yI4bK76vgxl0xH01_i9DlCSZLn15kqw9kTmA4LwfbR0GlaBRiwpqPOL-xsjQMLSO0-1gl2EZFyf9vt/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKLZTZFfmsY-8LGjY6eWMhGFwbGxchN8fI252CCMFW0WKgSjOVzOXVKmqUvU8Er2yI4bK76vgxl0xH01_i9DlCSZLn15kqw9kTmA4LwfbR0GlaBRiwpqPOL-xsjQMLSO0-1gl2EZFyf9vt/s400/collage1.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /></a></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both">Libby has been such a joy to have in our lives! It was a hard road to get her here and we know how blessed we are to have been able to have a healthy baby given all that we went through. She is definately a fighter and our little miracle baby. This year has gone by so fast and I can't even imagine life without her. She is a beauty, in fact every time we go ANYWHERE we get stopped by tons of people who just think she is the cutest baby with the most amazing eyes.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong>Eyes: </strong>Bright Blue</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong>Hair: </strong>Dark Brown</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong>Weight: </strong>21 lbs</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong>Height: </strong>32 inches</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong>Teeth: </strong>3 that are fully in and 3 more starting to poke through</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong>Likes: </strong>Any food she can get her hands on, toys that make loud noises, her sister Shelby!!!!, Crawling, going places, hiking, her walker, riding the 4 wheeler with dad, getting into things she shouldn't, trying to walk, making messes, dancing whenever there is music playing, naps, baths, and when daddy gets home from work!</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong>Dislikes: </strong>getting her face wiped, reading, when you tell her to stop when she doesn't want to, and getting her bum changed.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><strong>Things I can do: </strong>crawl, say momma, dadda, bye-bye, goodnight, and hi. Pull myself up on furniture, climb stairs, dance, throw a ball (pretty good too), sign (more, eat, and all done), clap, and wave.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both">Libby thanks for being such a great daughter and sister! We sure love having you in our family and the joy you bring to our home. Your smile can brighten anyones day and you are probably the happiest baby I have ever seen. I love your talking and how you will just wait until strangers notice you and give them a HUGE smile that would make anyones day. Happy 1st Birthday. We love you!!</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><a href="http://localhost:2693/e893fc9c17a601bddee0140800621e73/image3538.jpg"></a><a href="http://localhost:2693/e893fc9c17a601bddee0140800621e73/image3538.jpg"></a> </div>Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541059235819065593noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-58498726653053402202009-08-22T10:51:00.000-07:002009-08-22T13:20:58.106-07:00My girlsO' my dear Libby! This little girl is so stinking cute, but she is WAY into everything. Shelby was the kind of baby that NEVER opened any kitchen cabinets or got into anything except her own baskets of toys, but Libby finds great joy in destruction!!! This is her in our pantry just loving taking everything off the shelves. This group of pictures are not the "worst" of her pantry disasters, but all the others required some quick clean up. My favorite was when she somehow got the lid off of the White Vinegar and poured it everywhere and then gleefully splashed around in it! (at least my wood floors were super clean after that!)<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372864753811265394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLukA6PqNnZaic4JG9P7EHiehrpOmppIwu-YfXWxGmEfmkv9BexSOvaM-a9vsFaV9fw3a9NeVCJENFF-Fg-yr_wO46P17pRjAc1M8UhUWd2Wun5y_QQOY3MV_pXeSWxljeAVuteMHpvBoT/s320/DSCN0046.JPG" /><br /><div align="center">See the utter joy on her face!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372864762121535570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNcTq6B5FfsBy6mYYnO455TobUMGcw6OfLQDr1oBx-GOU2LW95Nt4-FP26UBFqtavz2MlJY92BP_9fs1NgWbdE00eDEy6DM-NGOgBz_g8R6pcigxiw5outeQUXFNOtu8mdj5HjgVDt_iye/s320/DSCN0048.JPG" /></div><div align="center">Here is Shelby trying to clean up all that Libby has done (she is a clean freak just like her mom!)</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372865142904144866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd_BS1T39WOTyQZGgK6Pt1D5ttgBPYLZ07vBBcibLLk3Kb_m9j2ulNYGF98MAmvzbsDngOafcmKbNH8TLBa2M3rr5wHR6jMuBOo5UlxvGTZlDFSMz6Q_DJxHZZns4uQ6-BcBDiCht_CSpA/s320/DSCN0050.JPG" /></div><div align="center">Libby leaving the scene as if she has no idea what just happened and her big sister back in the background trying to cover her tracks. (what mom???)<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE8tYhIzB5TGP1C_QBmQz86Jc25AHTL97Tmkz6lUm_vBwNAnY5V0-1RjNuJn5vk8Td7XsVuOGgxHhWzBOH_uvryeassE5AkFMi8wFHRC1j7XRLSOoDvBJ8uEu1jPh7KjdsalpXTo6h7CBA/s1600-h/DSCN0051.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372864768051230082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE8tYhIzB5TGP1C_QBmQz86Jc25AHTL97Tmkz6lUm_vBwNAnY5V0-1RjNuJn5vk8Td7XsVuOGgxHhWzBOH_uvryeassE5AkFMi8wFHRC1j7XRLSOoDvBJ8uEu1jPh7KjdsalpXTo6h7CBA/s320/DSCN0051.JPG" /></a> This smile is her thinking she just got away with something!<br /><br /><div align="left"><br /><br />Next is one of my favorite Moments of Shelby in the last couple weeks!</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372864741710169090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXi51QzO0Q_lukO8QHBRl5JfLAlDx46rhiUKdm-Yx3t_IiO0tkFdvck211nwfYYYogSav9PYP1UYWdR2rTxj5Dn-pNQV42Zm9OXA0fIhphCdBSkATxLedniSofbLE-b47Phn4YlFLYwV9j/s320/DSCN0035.JPG" /><br />I come up the stairs to get her from her nap and I open the door to find this scene along with a very naked 2 year old. I can't stop laughing and I ask her "what are you doing?" Her response is priceless... "Mom, I am just finishing hanging up all my laundry!" So I take a picture or two and then start to take down the "laundry" to get her dressed and she yells at me "Mom, you are messing up all the hard work that I just did!!!" Not sure where she has heard that, but I can't argue with her logic.<br /><br />I sure love my girls and all the funny things that they say and do, they keep me on my toes and ensure I laugh at least 120 times a day! </div>Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541059235819065593noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-399348409395703932009-06-15T11:21:00.001-07:002009-06-15T12:11:02.140-07:00She's a big girl now<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4f5e0OEzreUQdHaF2-GHETgT_HK6vJuvgUpDG9ptOufRXiNDxKu-N9fxYpn5wtijg7kJb_KHadl5jKlOq4TVz8STGOCdrAouUHRdYAEqDoK2YOBbTwcNsMyHBHlr9BnU1pPZuZdUVsf4H/s1600-h/shelby+215.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347633769848989074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4f5e0OEzreUQdHaF2-GHETgT_HK6vJuvgUpDG9ptOufRXiNDxKu-N9fxYpn5wtijg7kJb_KHadl5jKlOq4TVz8STGOCdrAouUHRdYAEqDoK2YOBbTwcNsMyHBHlr9BnU1pPZuZdUVsf4H/s320/shelby+215.jpg" /></a><br /><div>This post is about a month late, but hey that is usually how my life goes right now so here we go. When the girls and I got back from St. George we decided that it was time to get rid of the paci for Shelby (finally! we tried when we first moved her, but we all know that would just have been evil since I was in the hospital for so long), put her in a twin size bed instead of a toddler bed (since she was to long for it), and the dreaded Potty training. Well let me just start off by saying that she is a CHAMP, because all of these things went so smooth that even I was surprised at how well she did. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347630961492984194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM2M60W1V06rs9B2dDwWCCDR8GBxxJ_f8qHaRjDw38U_vFlq9xAc8NLZBTpfzQQwgRv_AVj55WFYU4vZIhroDEeASrRs0nF7flEooUkmIcMT8Wx7zlh1WItea7F6yY3zSHcuGUmue0qeHm/s320/shelby+208.jpg" /><br /><div><div><div><div><div>With the paci's I had gotten an idea from a $1.00 kids book to "mail" the paci's to babies that need them. So that is what we did! We put all of her paci's in a huge manela envelope and wrote a letter to the babies saying that she hoped they would like them and that she was big now so she didn't need them anymore. In return the babies would send her a jump house when they knew that she was a big girl and could sleep in her big bed without paci's. This worked like a charm since she has ALWAYS wanted a jump house and we had to wait for it to be shipped anyway. It was pretty hilarious because if she was crying in bed we would just tell her that the babies wouldn't send the jump house until they knew she could sleep good. This would always shut her up no matter how worked up she was. Needless to say she is happy to have a jump house and could care less that she doesn't have any paci's anymore.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347630952519047698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCUfC9e9_n_JSmwWLu5gSfiaxIp2T94FclC0vPX9NKkSdjOi0W6A6D2_7-kvZHs62dbJrRHFdPGJCROTpvzR2J2C29xXK1QNKuUM-2Ih9-mzMqtN7xehcXB2IHo0n5MYwzRMfEBqAABboS/s320/DSC_0511.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347630945880319666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn4DCAQpMmffYmbo4RWGhdkrLsj69M8IfAZ4AHFgAHKUwZ3wj-nynBX0l3vykIUAoH9b4LdqxI74B_s2gNac1EietN3WfXNaYysXdYDI1Sx_S8XcEfHb7kL2pZ_NiZrnT8HSpEd94887A-/s320/jump.JPG" /></div><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347630941693531394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1V9K2uytczGrSND0K6457Y1V8bZ2j56CmK_uiZtEcqVV5y9gCKGil-QMDfUeKF2mJkubrFKlIg3SEr_GMyCazFrWWb2wjZ6Hev9MS3AyjwzGqbRfUl1niJlwZSjQQ1QBHGCaFxLvscEny/s320/DSC_0496.JPG" /><br /><br /><div>Her big girl bed was no problem at all, she loves to climb up in it and she loves having sheets with covers that she calls "her tent". Almost every night when we check on her she is completly under the covers because she likes her tent so much.</div><div></div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 330px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347630962956292498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-OasowlckXFsw-o5QKTynzU2zJb4NwZ_H3LQl5uFf1o9zVwRlUS0HyGdIojyyeQwKsl2AIuYmgNtg0vaNIpgXWPy86zhc7YpP6a5Ul9dudyrKdlse2HncUMuoHdhaI4BJLpSGjXlcxeYf/s320/shelby+213.jpg" /></div><br /><div>As for the potty training this was soooo much easier than I thought it was going to be. My sister Jamie sent me a method called 3 day potty training and it totally worked for Shelby. She had about 20 accidents on the first day and only 1 on the second day and none on the third. She still wets the bed about 1 time a week, but it usually is my fault because we ate dinner too late so she drank too much before bed. She loves to pick out which panties she is going to wear for the day and it is so cute to see her little bum in a swimsuit without a huge soggy diaper. I don't really have any pics of her with her panties so you will just have to know that she is potty trained and now has no more diapers. It is crazy to me how fast she is growing up, but I just love being her mom and seeing all of her changes and how proud of herself that she is. GOOD JOB SHELBY! We sure love our Big Girl!</div></div></div></div></div></div>Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541059235819065593noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-69316179421100862072009-06-10T13:55:00.000-07:002009-06-10T14:18:49.940-07:00My favorite Moments!Have you ever noticed that sometimes the best moments in life are the unscriped and undocumented ones? About 2 weeks ago we potty trained Shelby (details to come later) and so we were stuck at home for the weekend. We had so much fun just being our little family and being home alone. I was cleaning up the house and saw this precious moment and thought to myself "this is what it is all about, this is what makes every trial, hard time, frustration, and bad day worth living." These are my favorite moments! I think sometimes I get so caught up in life that I forget to make sure that I am living. I am so grateful for such a wonderful husband and such sweet little girls, I really am blessed.<br /> <br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345808870451492754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0UaRo2TUWhTHHj2OpL26cPFNAp_eST9v3_P9vJj4liIjGcSWgk0_ISQDp4y8Mtvp68B18gnITEUPeJWcHsZA40sxvBymDHnDyLj_ICLjGrDpGavJBoTz1fkpHitnFfcb9bQaEbaXr81n6/s320/DSC_0495.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345808869345305282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTgHatOZAUFAbDvuWy66TFjbYO-wYHqIzohPKhiHQcIVfMV9OWToqPH9fiJauzQUNl1mfwCqKhWHHM-VE2KnD19OwNF4SQHmvYSPOJ61ryX4LUwLodt0dUQBX4ZiOp9tFO53wggfacLbqe/s320/DSC_0490.JPG" />Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541059235819065593noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-71256711681861285112009-06-01T15:36:00.001-07:002009-06-01T17:10:26.663-07:00lots of traveling<div><div><div>Last month was a little crazy at our house because we were constatly leaving town. We first went to Idaho Falls for a weekend to spend some time with Jon's family. We had some great meals and a fun time at the Zoo (I forgot my camera, I'll have to get pics from my Father-in-law). We got to see all the aunts, uncles, cousins, and Grandpa Wirkus. This was the only pic that I was able to take. which by the way was difficult to get everyone or anyone for that matter to look at me!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342493048431169122" 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/AVvXsEie8QldFXNQO-FcVtHYseyKetGmTznurzAyWlFMfbACUOJ3KJlXsyhN_YFF_veH21K7tGUFhkZOffOJIdTzrVjqyMvj_QpFuzeTmub0Mw6dWU6vFFIpfH03puO__FQ-pFw5m5B_9eUt_Gu8/s320/100_1215.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342493283797038946" 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/AVvXsEgwbo19MCODRNpzoAgyO3gr0pdI_wxNRZzLKXcRvdKD1tUbx0q8bUF-enZu94XARmLbQ4q5pOqLsfsGtS6csAHCMYiOrx1HdlFZoG0PPQDvs7ri4k7_vhxauxYqXN9XNDIwi8EirII2XDNf/s320/100_1214.JPG" border="0" />Jon's parents were SO nice to watch our girls on Friday night so we could have an anniversary date; we ate at Cafe Rio' and then saw the movie "Ghosts of Girlfriends past" (really cute). I also got to spend some time with Heidi as we bought our New York tickets and figured out our shows, which have changed a little from my previous post. All in all it was so much fun and the girls did great in the car minus the blow out, spilled formula, throw up, and scratched up hands at the rest area where we were <span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00">trying to fix </span>all the previously mentioned items. <div><div><div><div><div><div><div></div><div><br /></div><div align="center">The next weekend we went to Salt Lake for a wedding of a great family friends. We stopped to see some of our very best dental school buddies Brooke and Darren and it was so much fun letting the kids play and catching up on things, even though we talk all the time it was nice to see them in person. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342505852342970338" 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/AVvXsEgJHYNYYdk4clLI_iDMWIA-s-kgGaQNseo45FlZn9X4DtKzilvyO0zoYZXrI0q1GzVHjZRnXgMbQNagsyUWC7I3Hm-ZzHdWB5I8N5irU9YiXclMwJYhV3rn3aWhmeFYUMW308sWn-Dj4eHF/s320/100_1221.JPG" border="0" />Rylee, Libby, Logan, and Shelby outside of Mimi's cafe in Salt Lake area.</div><div><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div>This trip went even smoother and we were able to meet my parents there and stay at the same hotel which was so fun. After the wedding the girls and I hitched a ride to St. George to spend 11 days with the family and cousins. Poor Jon got very lonely and bored, but at least it was quiet...right? We had so much fun swimming every day, going to "what women want" this is a huge convention that has tons of booths set up with things that women would want (purses, bows, hats, shoes, jewlery, photography, books, diet things, etc) SO FUN!!! Shopping and crafting.<br /></div><div>Shelby was so excited because she got to have her 1st sleepover with her cousin Kallie (Jamie's little girl) and they had a blast doing girly things. Jamie and I had a blast to because we NEVER get to just talk without interruptions anymore! Then a couple nights later we got to do it again but Matt's wife Haley and their little girl Macey got to come too so Libby had a little cousin. We crafted until who knows what time and the next day we paid for it, but I loved every second of it. p.s. thanks for teaching me how to do the watch bands "for real" this time and all the other things too. Here are some pics of all the cousin time. We also had some movie nights so Shelby and her cousins could eat popcorn and watch movies. Unfortunatley I forgot my camera both times we were with Jamie's family so they got kinda let out of the pics. SAD!!!</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342507094823370978" 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/AVvXsEh5-cmVIhzJh8Yam2Yy6Du1A6qO_CT0AqrgF5rYZoESG9NgzNhZj46VDoApUDkos06oS0L6ByTB9porEPZpa8elLkRcPLI_eTidEmxMTmCuD1P0vyDWLF-FEnkluPYhFrnsr1gHAGAgt06H/s320/100_1228.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Cru, Shelby, and Treyson hanging out at Grandma's house the first night that we were there. They were all so excited to see each other!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342505860142716834" 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/AVvXsEjJGOVbDBXvQrWtjXuQaYfoI87hNwl3PghB6e29GdAQ7ou_kay13cG5-QYgd6aBjXd7FBFzNXCHhBlm6OAmyWOf0-YK77QNXDogV4d93vLbC2T0W4JEoh3KHbWn5k7K94mdc814wVAUgSlU/s320/100_1223.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Cru and Shelby eat root beer popsicles. These two are 6 days apart and are the best of friends when they see each other. ADORABLE!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342507102268026738" 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/AVvXsEjso-CTOKWBu43-EGDG31Y5jgpGqnZOMp8WkmTM2COo7A41epcC8AmBJUhlHaFXUYQCfqnOy-ypr8YHYGPlfZFeYg_KQw1S4ZHmyA2zOdgSYqOaMH4evgi040xGSmMklhyphenhyphenyAAbDY7Hm4irk/s320/100_1233.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Treyson, Shelby, and Cru for movie night. they are cheesin' it up for me obviouisly.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342507112941920610" 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/AVvXsEiKRluMPWKPL8me9r-JrttEqUG21ChT8VKLxYxeHw9ILRpo5Ygzq8i6ar8gbM7Wh3ipoYhi0Cd9wIVhyphenhyphenpgOqHJ_3bmBrc85NztLIzrHJxpIGwZHlY9LQHXLYuciCCN9yv-3w6cTpmPrLOhO/s320/100_1234.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Grandpa and Shelby watching cartoons together. Since Grandpa actually had to kinda raise Shelby alone for a couple weeks these two have a very special bond with each other.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342507083697196146" 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/AVvXsEguvVY5Bga3QrtxTCmRrC60qm3eokgz1UAOoUvP4ANRd5GzKsLnOelqyK7gJgJmabmPfv7V41X2uoAcwTyW7_T6auPm8sDUvgdIi-2CuA31G5bwn52UwvVOtUV07YEJIRe2R4FppNWgnqsZ/s320/100_1227.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Koda and Treyson doing something that Grandma didn't want them too. climbing down the hill between the two houses.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342508932472179506" 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/AVvXsEhXId1J1-TD9tB2-HYNApkZ3u_6xOJLtBJjCKaTPL8McWVvE70_1R6bV9I-LG6qDx4loe2rF15PA8EGJwD6rbkD92q0FgOSoL5Ey2Yj9hStRhpDRLcRD8m8TLLlwqas25OgzNOioJw0l07b/s320/100_1265.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Grandma and Shelby eating on the front porch after swimming. These two are so fun to watch.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342508739413032098" 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/AVvXsEiN-F8fdg0NxHZRtnMxBhkhLo6WDnUhlEGDArzhwCiJoQZhgsduN2g3IPY8Zepwn8QVmBzmNsRQT0V_cIwoSWc7ULHnlrgiCJY3AXl9lZRniT6tKV2b1-9oVe6ZeD8IbbdisAeTWUUBmp_F/s320/100_1259.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Aunt Haley and Macey after swimming!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342507096691842370" 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/AVvXsEgMkGb69Jhe7mXGuP7K1hQSS43oDRGcq0N_AqXFS5yzZkF6P6fqWiKCor5HakZi0xzV7KY9oTZ4yBi1crmbCF9J1szdBRNYjeMwreLaD1xZ8b1u9qT2728oG0sppa05QnZ-zdgZDd5hA2LM/s320/100_1231.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Macey is stoked to have her picture taken... Right?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342507980746900658" 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/AVvXsEjHR0Xt6JPC4CaWZhHTqYtLPMSubp8sAd0Z2e4lcJZy-ybU5PJA2wP-QNscbM118MYmoN5Gt7rH4iM5A5ZPMF4np5bK7canZOSEb9THcAcpO4kdLcvlBafOcHdD3-eizgGzKrO0QmpCQ36b/s320/100_1247.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Treyson being a big helper when the wind blew our napkins out the gate!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342507961246549602" 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/AVvXsEgyskjDMIsEvEJexYML8O5LeYh8-yFQnk4e739Fn4Cm_zUWAGJvILU1ro2Z51EzQ-1U58GRwrXoFNYgvQU0N9PiTMb4ebCbkN-sYb7BhJo3Hyv9a7z9r9KzEM7OaE9uCu_Yk3CWOPRMFY9O/s320/100_1239.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Here is Macey's back, Aunt Jamie, Kallie, Uncle Matt, Treyson, Kaden, and Shelby. Sorry it's the best we could do.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342507974028081826" 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/AVvXsEiKzJPGhXQVmgRFgP0N_4x6DFG5-WrJwZnQazHkTndPP1IMuq3ZGH960r29BqpYkRFqYLZqSYjVGXpxiadlttw9fjVZnHTWm2l1EZ0gcuOjxG9GrBonJUcnVwFwHImTUQV8kQlISqhyphenhyphen_vbk/s320/100_1243.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Me and Shelby (libby is almost always in bed when the camera comes out so in my defense she was there just sleepy.)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342507968002336498" 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/AVvXsEjPTieQ7WYKokQpxI4G1D-9eZ8Mvlam35SSQKfD29x8xn0O9UEnE4i47mC8jHFAjQDTVtSdsxHZZ3kxkpMAyDdyChwMLJfjUv0S0xxiDPDDy5KvYXzCxBWmVDzv0fX1vk7m1il2LydInv8H/s320/100_1240.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Cruey Louie</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342508719198494994" 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/AVvXsEjXmaLrlGbgYy8O2xAV25eP_vy7YC7LohnXBXL9qet7kj21_wLlnSLnMM8Ojkgkb3Vnlb-NcfzcWm6syJcotc6yquuP0RzmbqeCM3QmboDsjL6d3Md5ONP0XYj7QJyIgzRXCPUXQTloCi_J/s320/100_1250.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Kole, Treyson, Macey, Libby, Kaden, Shelby, Cru, and Kallie the only one missing is Koda because he was in Vegas with his daddy. I didn't think Jamie would like Kallie's face so I posted two pics with everyone looking cute in at least one of them.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342508720099660050" 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/AVvXsEgBj1ie3ZWJzgJqg_Dn1jwx7TyUbrSe9pCFyk6ODmCGMfvlHeMm1GeugGmUjWlgdp9pyred6P7dL42MCj1Mwx4yFGGoCbgyP7GWbIoGC5Ru1OkhPGJP2Uq_zMZb23UJk2dj6HHOVf_2Emme/s320/100_1249.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">The grandkids again!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342508728823821218" 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/AVvXsEhktC4gInfIAmBei-pt1L_yLKsAR5Ltd8cEEnhBiL3SLj4B01AkJHChWrWSCEJdw61OU4Y-cxUQE-P8fPDAtIyJxLCHhy_7GS526gIGhwQoK720CAAGFPLF4BWZo12Zhyu1UiR4U84nejXc/s320/100_1257.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Kole 1, Libby 9 months, and Macey 1</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342508727145551186" 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/AVvXsEjUDb7bjgQrnNhZSdaTLg2_LQt7we7Tvk56OQxnm9_X_DN_Uh82JSk1AIaKUaGNKNWa9Ol5nedvuIzos_C04Y8y7ckmy355-fQeIExlK4uWVzaxN1hymsQjtCw_f2LcOSII8IzfJfKPY65O/s320/100_1253.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Shelby got really confortable in the water! this is her waiting to be taken to the shower.</div><div align="center"> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342507955273447202" 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/AVvXsEhQ82gCPBwNbwDfSGsyyYXDu55VtHX8PT3OdcLDHNYlHU0u-M4x4vNeSGEcwbvQvsgc3uDxo-aBL-P6slsOwKtFjb6KNg822OXBZvG7Ozzi06mhDQ2cTWY0L7M3cVl0U9FI3B303MgeHU0y/s320/100_1236.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">While I was there one of my life long friends Paige Warthen came up to visit me! It was so nice to visit with her and we remembered at 1 am to take a pic so here we are tired, but proof we saw each other.</p><p align="left">I braved the airplane with both girls by myself from Vegas which actaully went pretty smooth because they gave my mom security clearance to help me on the plane. Without her help I think I would have had a nervous breakdown since they make you take your kids out of strollers, carseats, etc and make you take their shoes off, fold the strollers up and put them on the belt, as well as the car seats and anything else you have (NIGHTMARE!) but with my mom it wasn't all that bad. My girls were angels on the plane, Libby slept and Shelby talked to anyone who would talk to her and got lots of treats from the flight attendants. </p><p align="left">This was a much needed vacation, but I have to say it is good to be home!! We all missed daddy a ton.</p>Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541059235819065593noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-90407474871267921412009-04-28T13:00:00.001-07:002009-04-28T13:18:30.805-07:00Bucket List!Let me start out by saying that I HAVE THE BEST HUSBAND IN THE WORLD!!!!<br /><br />Okay, now have all of you seen the movie bucket list? If you haven't then you should. This past summer Jon and I watched this show while I was in the hospital, it was very appropriate for the occasion since it is about 2 men that have cancer and are GOING to die it is just a matter of time. So they decide to make what they call a bucket list which is a list of things that they want to do before they die (no matter how big or how small). Well one of my items on my list was one that I thought may never happen or if it did I would be much older with all my kids grown up. I wanted to go to New York City for a week (not to tourist because I have done that too many times already) but to go to as many Broadway shows as I possibly can. Since I knew that this would not be a top item on Jon's list I said that I would love to make it a girls trip and go with my two best friends from college Heidi and Kate!<br /><br />Well needless to say, Jon schemed and that is right folks I am going to New York with my girls on June 29<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span>!!!! Now only just recently have I been able to sleep because I have been so excited (for about a week) since I pry ed the info out of Jon. We will be able to see 4 shows and we will actually have some time to tourist as well. Our shows that we will be seeing were chosen by all of us each with a number 1 chose and then a group choice on #4... Wicked, Chicago, In the Heights, and South Pacific! SO STOKED!!!!! We will be staying at the Marriott that is on Broadway looking over time square so it will be easy to walk everywhere we need to go and then there is always the Subway for our touristy things.<br /><br />If you are asking why Jon is doing this for me it is for my Birthday/Anniversary present. We will be celebrating our 7 year Anniversary tomorrow (I'll post about that tomorrow) and my Birthday was last month, but I was pretty sick so we didn't do anything. Anyway I am just so excited about this that I thought I would share a bit of my joy with all of you! Thanks again honey for doing this for me, you are the best!!!Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541059235819065593noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-42765356840953966302009-04-24T16:17:00.001-07:002009-04-24T19:36:08.563-07:00March 28, 1922 - April 12, 2009<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs0lUwRnw83kHit1FFrkHtq9_iR1q7zGLjQrA8mJMAZB8pPiJ58jKr5MRB1Irh0ufBuq-Q2upF0SMGMwh1mijPFpKBJiyIm4-FfitKTyTqlWzO4WQq_2kxQfbBHffq0cfmNd5CqIdLacC7/s1600-h/CIMG0577%5B1%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328401395015345746" 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/AVvXsEgs0lUwRnw83kHit1FFrkHtq9_iR1q7zGLjQrA8mJMAZB8pPiJ58jKr5MRB1Irh0ufBuq-Q2upF0SMGMwh1mijPFpKBJiyIm4-FfitKTyTqlWzO4WQq_2kxQfbBHffq0cfmNd5CqIdLacC7/s320/CIMG0577%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a> Shelby, Me, Grandma Leck, Grandpa leck Aug. 07<br /><br /><br />This post has been pretty difficult for me to put on here or even write about because I think I am still in shock or denial. This Easter Sunday my 87 year old Grandpa past away. He was diagnosed with cancer in his kidneys, liver, and possibly his pancreas 10 days before he passed. The doctors wouldn't give him a time other than "it could be 2 days, 2 weeks, or 2 months".<br /><br /><br />Many of you know I was born on my grandpa Lecks birthday so I feel that I have always had a special bond with him and he with I. We have celebrated our Birthday together for 27 years; many times even traveling to have a combined "party". I know I haven't been as close since I have been out of the house, but I always look forward to hearing from him on March 28th!<br /><br /><br />I was really trying to go see him one last time, but with my own health it just wasn't in the cards; in fact my mom flew in just hours after he passed away. I have a lot of guilt and a lot of sorrow for this decision to not be there for him when he needed me most. I know he wasn't too coherent, but at least I could have held his hand and told him I Loved him one last time. I was going to write him a letter to tell him, but I didn't do that in time either. The other thing that is so aggravating to me is that I was to sick to talk to him on our Birthday so I didn't even do that. Plus I have ALWAYS saved his birthday cards that he sends me every year until I get the next years so that I have the last card he ever wrote to me. Again I don't have that, for some unknown reason I guess it got thrown away. The other thing that is difficult for me is that he had in his will that he wanted to be cremated and not have any type of funeral service; while I respect his wishes I do have a hard time that I won't be able to say goodbye and see (at least his body) for the last time. This blog is kinda just rambling but I am sobbing to hard to really think about what I am typing, so I am just trying to write whatever comes to mind (as you can see I have a lot coming to mind). </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I know that I will get to see him again and I know that it will better than it was hereon earth, but sometimes that doesn't make me feel any better. I loved my Grandpa despite all his quirks and I will miss him. One thing I do remember that he wrote in my Birthday card is "Annie- I have always loved you more than anything or anybody in this world and I hope you know that! Please bring those beautiful girls of yours and your handsome hubby to see your old gramps...soon." Well I am sorry I didn't make it Grandpa, but I will bring them all to see you later...I promise! </div>Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541059235819065593noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301358897195454019.post-24923720287093639192009-04-23T14:42:00.000-07:002009-04-23T14:58:15.903-07:005 years a comin'I'm sure we all have friends out there that you would consider to be "best friends", but because of life, family, geography, and circumstances you don't get to see them very often. Well for me that is Kate.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328006868968632466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNaJuRC8YjOBbesq99atmbsm9YY7KppENEXvWVbRDsnrFF3LHenBFNEJHWUhX4qKTc_XcuFlfOmSijRaA6abfV8w7dZ_bAjUy-A0GnRZSOhOpS3_XDI5a1tO_HowdvyWNOQyC8GVBYxZz3/s320/DSC_0476.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Kate has the most beautiful olive skin and ALWAYS makes me look like a ghost in pictures!</div><br />She and I went to BYU-Idaho together and met the first summer we were there. While at school we were roomates some of the time and friends always. She has been threre for me through a lot of ups and downs over the last 9 years and I like to believe that I have been there for her as well. It has been over 5 years since we have seen each other and on Easter Weekend her and her daughter Brooklyn came for a visit because her younger brother was getting married in Boise. I was so excited that they stayed with us and we stayed up WAY TO LATE catching up. I had never met Brooklyn and she had never met my girls so it was so fun to see each others "mini me's". Our girls got along like they had known each other for years and were best buds. It was so cute to watch them play and use their imaginations together.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328006849174433682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-unPphmIKh8RUfGUgJ-iA6PWfYD4vTAAgWqDWphl0LCkNhh_kLqPvMwqONVozL0eCV_yy4x3Mmwk3Q3RROpIqTeniGVQP85piQkHz7c-4Lc5qhxgCSeD0oj8pLg73xM6LhSSYNBi7sDbo/s320/DSC_0469.JPG" border="0" /> <div><div><div><div align="center">Here the girls are"Hiding in the kitchen" and singing to one another!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328006855286700050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdDMY51JpfBPF9aZ4-VLJt1LGpjr7iLCdimX9Ey3g8HP7q4jib51pGws3eOQn8vuJ8aJN7FNVVeVPVq9PTR3IMuErlx_s0cVlq5agkrnQe1K40lIT5kWNqjx5Jblfld6iS-BNOyDNGhmXv/s320/DSC_0471.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Playing in the ball pit while watching for monsters to come. </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328006865476233506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdm9KxaaANzBESI1236m_wsIQUNkMzzwEbv6JiJxepURJJMPLFvL25TKNrehyP-w1e-vmOHk3T4piF6_Wts3900amCt0wZbisQnszLJIGWejCc92z9gJrUncUM0lcSYXrgpiQrvpGUCVHY/s320/DSC_0474.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Brooklyn had to get ready for the wedding and Shelby couldn't let her take a bath alone. Can you tell that my little Shelby is having SO much fun in every pic?</div><div> </div><div>Even though our lives have changed a ton in the years we haven't seen each other it seemed like we picked right up where we left off. We definately didn't get to spend as much time as we would have liked, but hey I will take what I can get. Plus we get to have a girls week in June so I am so excited. I will post details about that later.</div></div></div></div>Anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541059235819065593noreply@blogger.com3