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Yesterday, while enjoying the super bowl at my sister and brother-in-law's house, (Scott and Teresa's), we achieved a huge milestone in our lives! Mayley finally pooped on the potty!!!!!<br />
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For the past few weeks she has been good with peeing on the toilet...but not so much when it came to #2. Wade and I have tried all forms of bribery...nothing seemed to be working...and to say, that we were ready to be done with diapers, is a huge understatement. But last night after her Daddy told her he would take her to the store if she went poop on the toilet, she came and announced she needed to go. Then after using the bathroom she ran back into the room where everyone was gathered, watching the game, and proudly announced her accomplishment. She received lots of applause and cheers from the crowd, and had 2 very happy parents. <br />
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She then said to her dad "Can we go now?'...she was ready to head to the store for her new toy. We explained to her that it was Sunday and the stores were closed. <br />
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This morning she woke up and the first thing she said was "Are the stores open today?" I said that they were. Then she asked "When is my Daddy going to be home?" I told her not until 5. She spent the rest of the day checking to see how much longer before her dad came home. <br />
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She was super excited when he finally arrived to take her "shopping". And this is the doll she picked out at the store. Small price for us to pay for actually going on the toilet:)Deannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-47817777396711846032013-01-25T16:53:00.000-08:002013-01-25T16:53:06.647-08:00And I thought I wouldn't have anything to blog about today....The kids had a day off from school..so we slept in, then Taylor and I went to do chores at the farm. It was especially foggy this morning, and we knew that Grandma Lindley had a hair appointment, so we stopped by her house and offered her a ride to her appointment...she reluctantly accepted. We dropped her off with the promise of returning in a 1/2 hour to pick her up. We then went to the farm and did the chores, but when we finished and walked back to the truck, the doors were locked and the keys were inside. Taylor thought that maybe he could crawl through the back window of the truck and into the cab...but the window was locked. I thought about having Ryan drive the gator over and pick us up...but the fog was so thick I worried about his safety... I looked at my watch and we only had 15 minutes before we needed to pick up grandma. So we decided to walk. Luckily it was in the low 30's today, (as opposed to the below zero temperatures we've been having lately)and Taylor was a trooper. We quickly walked home, got the van, and picked up Grandma.<br />
We had a spare set of keys at home so when Wade got home we were able to go get the truck. And I did enjoy walking and talking with Taylor. So it really wasn't that big of a deal...just made for an interesting morning. Deannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-31712793350081149632013-01-24T20:30:00.000-08:002013-01-24T20:33:16.754-08:00Colby recieves his arrow of light<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
I wish I could tell you that we are a scouting family. But scouting is kind of lost on us. Thankfully Colby has had an amazing scout leader that does have a love of the scouting program and has worked hard with these boys to help them earn their "Arrow of Light" awards.</div>
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Deannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-70615610457571461272013-01-23T16:09:00.000-08:002013-01-23T16:09:06.148-08:00mayley momentsI'm not very good at keeping a journal...so I've decided (at least for now), that I will use my blog to "journal" all the "moments" that happen...the things that make me smile...sometimes cry...or want to scream. But memories that I want to keep none-the -less.<br />
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On Sunday, December 30th I was really sick and headed to insta-care... meanwhile, the rest of the family had an appointment for tithing settlement. Because I was out of commission it was up to Wade to fix Mayley's hair. Here's how the conversation went:<br />
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Wade: "Come on Mayley, we need to fix your hair before we go."<br />
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Mayley: "I want princess hair."<br />
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Wade: "I don't know how to do princess hair."<br />
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Wade: "I didn't understand one thing you said... but just go, we'll figure it out"<br />
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A few minutes later I received a text from Wade that said " I just got a "Well, that doesn't look pretty."<br />
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On January 2nd...we kicked off the new year with a celebration of Mayley's birthday. Mayley at age three is all girl. She will only wear dresses...and already has a strong opinion of what "goes together". She loves all things princess and has a very vivid imagination...I often hear her asking "her boys"..."who will be my prince charming?" She is quick witted and has us laughing often. Wade and I are still trying to decide if she is keeping us young or sending us to an early grave...but we love our little mayley girl.</div>
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Now mind you...years ago I was more of a "whistle and bells" kind of girl...but it was lost on my boys... and time and practicality won out. I racked my brain for what I might possible have on hand that would pass for decorations. I went to my craft room and luckily had some pink and black crepe paper for streamers and I pled with Ryan to use his artistic skills and draw her a crown for our centerpiece. It was really sweet watching her boys scramble to put up decorations while I finished dinner. Luckily, Mayley was impressed with our efforts and had a great birthday.</div>
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Then on January 17th we were able to celebrate Colby's 11th birthday. I can't believe how quickly the years have passed. Colby is a great kid. His passions are soccer, his ipod, and reading. This year in school he has gotten excellent grades and participated in newspaper and jump rope club. He is currently playing futsol and taking piano lessons (much to his chagrin). He is quick to play with mayley and is her favorite "prince charming". We love our Colby and are pleased with the young man he is growing into.</div>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Happy Birthday Mayley! We love you and are so glad you are part of our family!!!!</div>Deannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-34121686990367794372011-01-01T20:49:00.000-08:002011-01-01T20:53:15.030-08:00Happy New Year 2011<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiujZLy3Tfk2VmAu6QDt1z2PQUJXe6OBYsa3DSquNeRmVeZRmD_6hKHno0TQiqRGOjSItoSGIcq1bxX6cepnwi9vCaKDlo0LGqm6X78MFIKxHBMuUn2wTQx_AH_KanschQxmWL3Uyxz6ck/s1600/new+year+eve+2010+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiujZLy3Tfk2VmAu6QDt1z2PQUJXe6OBYsa3DSquNeRmVeZRmD_6hKHno0TQiqRGOjSItoSGIcq1bxX6cepnwi9vCaKDlo0LGqm6X78MFIKxHBMuUn2wTQx_AH_KanschQxmWL3Uyxz6ck/s320/new+year+eve+2010+002.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
This year we celebrated New Year's Eve with a candle light dinner at home. We enjoyed Chinese food from Wok on Wheels (complete with chop sticks) and Martinelli's sparkling cider. During dinner Wade asked everyone to tell us what their favorite thing about 2010 was. My first thought was that Mayley survived RSV. Wade agreed and added our family trip to yellowstone where we were able to see a black bear. Ryan said our family trip to yellowstone. Colby said his birthday (which broke my heart because that's when we were in the midst of driving back and forth to salt lake dividing our time between home and being with Mayley in the hospital. Thank goodness for my mom! Some how she managed to make it a wonderful day and made him feel special, in all our chaos!) Colby also was grateful he was baptized. Taylor's highlight was getting Daisy ( our border collie puppy). so over all I think we can count 2010 as a great year.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then today we joined Scott, Teresa, and Brad at Wade's parents house for the annual New Years Day feast and football tradition. Where we eat lots of yummy food, visit and and watch football. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I took my camera to take pictures of all the yummy food we get to enjoy....but when I got home I realized the only pictures I took was Mayley letting Grandpa hold her. For the past several months anytime grandpa would put his arms out to Mayley and offer to hold her, she would crinkle up her nose at him, whine, and turn away. If we forced her to go to him she would burst into tears. So I was very happy today to watch her sit contentedly on her grandpas lap.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I usually buy an ornament for each of the kids for Christmas...but this year I thought it would be fun for them to make their own... I got the idea for the snowman ornaments off my friend Christi's blog...Hers were MUCH cuter.... but the boys had fun, and it kept them entertained for a few hours.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And one of my personal favorite traditions is our annual Christmas Eve seafood dinner with Wade's parents... This years menu included lobster tail, crab legs, shrimp scampi, cocktail shrimp, rice pilaf, garlic cheddar biscuits, fried Pollock and bacon scallops. Even mayley enjoyed the meal.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizTrJI2-2Fk2RyBOjcuTVhTPVwPLclYIiDUYXwojgih1lr4RQ8SDQNrG6_AbY7y1r8kBpSoqvRPi5AEf422SzXLR5bk2WdtrBQjQFCTa5FL2OVQvsbw3CirJv2tm8rF8O9qm0KHZR8R7M/s1600/december+28+2010+050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizTrJI2-2Fk2RyBOjcuTVhTPVwPLclYIiDUYXwojgih1lr4RQ8SDQNrG6_AbY7y1r8kBpSoqvRPi5AEf422SzXLR5bk2WdtrBQjQFCTa5FL2OVQvsbw3CirJv2tm8rF8O9qm0KHZR8R7M/s320/december+28+2010+050.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And last, but not least, the annual tradition of leaving a treat for Santa and his reindeer, along with a note.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This years treat was root beer, eggnog, crackers and cheese and carrot stick with a lemon garnish for the reindeer.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTakkX-eHEueCBsrSDVy32OtHxDffMHbBttAPmWKUZwNEcvoLoa7gnW6-Yi6cfwBDkb5Edp__9a6rVTVcGigw37Kr_WvOfsxpj57xrzgy4p4hmwtgKM16JKS_UpGjcV5crX0AcR7YfKks/s1600/december+28+2010+060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTakkX-eHEueCBsrSDVy32OtHxDffMHbBttAPmWKUZwNEcvoLoa7gnW6-Yi6cfwBDkb5Edp__9a6rVTVcGigw37Kr_WvOfsxpj57xrzgy4p4hmwtgKM16JKS_UpGjcV5crX0AcR7YfKks/s320/december+28+2010+060.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I added a little spice to Missy May's christmas pj's.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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I have to say...sewing is usually more of a frustration to me than it is worth... but I quite enjoyed putting these together and even found it somewhat theraputic... One more thing I can check off my list....Deannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-9877152976980564032010-08-29T15:20:00.000-07:002010-08-31T19:38:28.787-07:00How we spent our SUMMER(Warning : major picture overload.... and since my last blog they have changed the program and I can't move my pictures around where I want them any more....so these aren't really in order)<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">We attended the Cache County Fair<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQKMD02iRp8PRccjnO6VkUjJIHS3PKDaBz1LaZusvQxV3wgjEjH3z6Q2wBpZwEDTDzxOh0W_10mmKz_nRYrXA0Kwahmev1daVNN_FDptKGxAAI4tGE8vkGdNMEKMMr9NcdtL-FDEWrGBA/s1600/new+camera+104.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511762982934500018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQKMD02iRp8PRccjnO6VkUjJIHS3PKDaBz1LaZusvQxV3wgjEjH3z6Q2wBpZwEDTDzxOh0W_10mmKz_nRYrXA0Kwahmev1daVNN_FDptKGxAAI4tGE8vkGdNMEKMMr9NcdtL-FDEWrGBA/s400/new+camera+104.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSXsTqQPbrSsmOuQsFrk7JAlzzTfTVPUBqzK-njmaCDIgQUHogpa9x4lbYaIKbMRd6_yTUB3pEnjrUSJINJp0cd0efHF7bnJ6yG5jGgHgscKs8N3H6qmYoK6yKz7DAgHKgtjq6sGdS4Xs/s1600/new+camera+100.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511681157759808978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXIl-Zmg0PTOK1LVd2F_peTlXmrIGhhKmrx1TSAInUL3P__XgATqVkfzVRMT8FQw9UYOxs5DJ5xwGgb5Un8VcpDr6o1fLqTKa1iGFtr_rdAfz9sppzXB503aBF6bH7ptH5krYxXESFujE/s400/summer2010+073.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">We also enjoyed the annual Lindley reunion where we, among other things, swam ,went bowling, ran races, ate lots of yummy food and had a great time socializing.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrmZg4JfkzrXFnzK9XYO214gKxFhTrwN0ueWqY23gO7qgS_6CAO4FFntIdD_XhRC83v5GrAV_w6U1uecnafK3Vx-eGSoNpRlKMpyr87rEAsm3grk4uXqRbdQABC_BGI8wFyw7I4IKak9Q/s1600/summer2010+079.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511680314233979538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrmZg4JfkzrXFnzK9XYO214gKxFhTrwN0ueWqY23gO7qgS_6CAO4FFntIdD_XhRC83v5GrAV_w6U1uecnafK3Vx-eGSoNpRlKMpyr87rEAsm3grk4uXqRbdQABC_BGI8wFyw7I4IKak9Q/s400/summer2010+079.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizhnrHbJnCLczVeAt07h-wWxbeA6M6e0e8Y9y00m-YQ-vGfmyzpUsyALfNj3iCy3yANgoriobWO4s6qJGQ6K7vN-hdPlquz4Lgf-AgFhZb5yB9Re6UZVAw-Ii24SJI96sfW9_v2xSW3IU/s1600/summer2010+088.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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The kids had great a great time playing together at the park, swimming at the Logan aquatic center, getting iceceam at Caspers, building forts in the backyard, building legos, watching movies and playing wii.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAbCHtuUX5nHO_EMX05EFUOuUa4cH8ApQhcMeEFrCU3P9fy1B0L_jTaKagxklAz1tEspAEP5c1H-JkNiOeQAKxL_cFksIzQghFIj4FDwS85zy78Xyn3UapWHA_iHyy1W7eKdTqLiEZqrI/s1600/summer2010+103.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511670044772283746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAbCHtuUX5nHO_EMX05EFUOuUa4cH8ApQhcMeEFrCU3P9fy1B0L_jTaKagxklAz1tEspAEP5c1H-JkNiOeQAKxL_cFksIzQghFIj4FDwS85zy78Xyn3UapWHA_iHyy1W7eKdTqLiEZqrI/s400/summer2010+103.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKvzRzjYBuMM7FWYRpsXlKqvDYzRU8bgvSKtv9IIxwmtfR5owyc22LU2IGEqL6QRe9jAXYxOmpZ5Qx2-8JwSOK2wX0oS0HD7O7fanGaHlU49H5JqP_2IEeyvftKHRSpVAVTFJatbfofU/s1600/summer2010+140.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511669504458768690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKvzRzjYBuMM7FWYRpsXlKqvDYzRU8bgvSKtv9IIxwmtfR5owyc22LU2IGEqL6QRe9jAXYxOmpZ5Qx2-8JwSOK2wX0oS0HD7O7fanGaHlU49H5JqP_2IEeyvftKHRSpVAVTFJatbfofU/s400/summer2010+140.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">We spent a day at the Gateway in Salt Lake City, playing in the fountains and shopping.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgcOW4YwuesyK9wBSbP01kq8jv9x7d5IY7kLrJ3gMf0R4SyReEMXj_ZPqO5bvMtPFpqMjhbbOj8FdQm-KMygES-tUTchzNvk_dGodFzs1hAanW_SxzATguK3XOeUqYW9YPmrehafFVsfM/s1600/summer2010+150.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511666836816554818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgcOW4YwuesyK9wBSbP01kq8jv9x7d5IY7kLrJ3gMf0R4SyReEMXj_ZPqO5bvMtPFpqMjhbbOj8FdQm-KMygES-tUTchzNvk_dGodFzs1hAanW_SxzATguK3XOeUqYW9YPmrehafFVsfM/s400/summer2010+150.JPG" /></a> Mayley is such a trooper...she was content just being pushed around in the stroller all summer.</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4YD4G3_bm86j_vuRewb-1tOIgsomRLai2U5xbLYhLjAOIJs2H6vxmVY13x9iGliqMa6HwB86T1l7HSpSzLk51uipXDqO7l9qyLso4BQkYW2IEePAvc4MlnpxRyO5EpE5uNeMR_Y07y8s/s1600/summer2010+147.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511666817929415666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkJ1YaJm5I7gxodpjHBdGBQPdIdNSgCLjUfK7eqb7BIGDV0SI4tv-dXBo4RdiZYwN1Nsodhe4GVgfV7xkq8dLGcVVLls09mFN-Z2zwANh7COsxn8S7Plq3FItHifI3nXEMktBY41caCns/s400/summer2010+149.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>Colby and Taylor took swim lessons...Ryan and Mayley enjoyed watching them and swimming in the outdoor pool.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCEh15w6w8bDcyGLC7dlkDgPV3vf4-WqdmzgtZJ4DFxO08xz9JPf-n_d9z7ZC50Oxt8bd62XeaBw-Uxutf8Vfu1GBOlrAPR_Xhehj2gY_PbJ8Ph2z_kD0IVJbUIt-TrDu3msATI2vkFhM/s1600/new+camera+078.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510974696459095298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCEh15w6w8bDcyGLC7dlkDgPV3vf4-WqdmzgtZJ4DFxO08xz9JPf-n_d9z7ZC50Oxt8bd62XeaBw-Uxutf8Vfu1GBOlrAPR_Xhehj2gY_PbJ8Ph2z_kD0IVJbUIt-TrDu3msATI2vkFhM/s400/new+camera+078.JPG" /></a><br />Colby doing the back stroke.<br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3p0VZs2vV_t9Ka3LvJxGfi62yZmzQd17rZaNNCb24wjJBjshQ1PLjf_TtpJuofgFLUToTvkh2nOVsxJZbp1A9gHyBEHvhJPT9VjVsxYLcRWyYYyZB4maoAJ_g6043uNeNS9JHN1IPbmg/s1600/new+camera+033.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510974249074058562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3p0VZs2vV_t9Ka3LvJxGfi62yZmzQd17rZaNNCb24wjJBjshQ1PLjf_TtpJuofgFLUToTvkh2nOVsxJZbp1A9gHyBEHvhJPT9VjVsxYLcRWyYYyZB4maoAJ_g6043uNeNS9JHN1IPbmg/s400/new+camera+033.JPG" /></a><br />Taylor practicing his kicks.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVQALMidrm4jbxo8ZXaMRToNxxIemBa7WTzyYmjukPeN0maJDlURjJzg1kOrFuuBejYNcRgSYdTvWdkVuy-z2E4dgQ2lfHgtBRBcst2MKAtF3G_KEV9NIq2s8pZMiYh6NwP7gZci7duaM/s1600/new+camera+018.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510974236066266162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVQALMidrm4jbxo8ZXaMRToNxxIemBa7WTzyYmjukPeN0maJDlURjJzg1kOrFuuBejYNcRgSYdTvWdkVuy-z2E4dgQ2lfHgtBRBcst2MKAtF3G_KEV9NIq2s8pZMiYh6NwP7gZci7duaM/s400/new+camera+018.JPG" /></a> Colby<br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnInZaaMKw7-ccb0IEy8YqM55QSMBFn6eIKsB3nPJgWFzEmyxzPoVmLgpyqFyeEZTVq_QbX-zY06lS4a28Lb5c_VI8a46Sv8ZcT7NKbHrxJ0NeQnDLaC_ojW1K7DYmCEKno4i0vjLA2vQ/s1600/new+camera+080.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 398px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510974213289300274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnInZaaMKw7-ccb0IEy8YqM55QSMBFn6eIKsB3nPJgWFzEmyxzPoVmLgpyqFyeEZTVq_QbX-zY06lS4a28Lb5c_VI8a46Sv8ZcT7NKbHrxJ0NeQnDLaC_ojW1K7DYmCEKno4i0vjLA2vQ/s400/new+camera+080.JPG" /></a><br />Ryan and Mayley. </div><div></div><div>We also attended the summer movie series at cinefour theatres, visited sveral different parks in the area...the boys slept in a tent in the backyard and went camping for three nights in the canyon with Wade. We ate smore's watched movies and had lots of fun... but when school started last week we were all ready for the routine that the school year provides.<br /><br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Deannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-12753012953096239942010-05-14T19:41:00.000-07:002010-05-14T20:55:34.747-07:00I'll NEVER say that to my kids....Do you ever look in the mirror and see your mother? Do you ever say something and turn around to look for your mom? I remember several instances in my childhood where my parents did or said something and I swore I was never going to say or do that to MY kids.<br />As I have 'matured' and become a parent myself, I have come to a different understanding, and have experienced for myself the frustration of not being able to get my kids to take me seriously...I have even found myself on the verge... of becoming my mother.<br /><br />The other day my boys were fighting. I had begged, pleaded and threatened...but the fighting persisted... Finally, I had, had enough...I stormed down the stairs...fuming and trying to find the words to express my exasperation. I rounded the corner and, In my less than patient voice, began..."If you boys don't stop this fighting I'm going to ... to.... " the smiles began to creep across their faces and I was racking my brain for the threat of all threats....<br />Suddenly I was taken back to a time, when I must have been, 12 or 13 years old, riding in the car with my mom, three brothers, and my sister. Daniel (my youngest sibling) must have been 3 or 4 at the time and had been antagonizing his us relentlessly...My mom had, had all she could stand.<br />"Daniel Ammon Scott, If you don't sit down and keep your hands to yourself...I'm going to... I'm going to... pull your hair out....in handful's.... and it's....going to...grow back...BLACK AND CURLY!"<br /><br />As soon as the words left her mouth, I burst into uncontrollable laughter...Daniel uncontrollable sobbing.<br />I looked at my mother and said, "What did you just say?" She looked at me and said "I don't know?" Then we were ALL laughing (except for Daniel... I'm sure the image of his blonde, straight hair being pulled out and regrowing black and curly had something to do with it.) At the time I just thought my mother had completely lost it. Now I have more understanding and empathy for what she must have been feeling, but unable to express that day.<br /><br />Sometimes...your kids leave you speechless...sometimes they bring you to say things you really wish you wouldn't have.Deannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-49345874133109708722010-05-09T11:40:00.000-07:002010-05-09T11:50:27.951-07:00Happy Mother's Day<div><div>From our house to yours... we wish you all a very happy mother's day. Thank- you all for you examples of love, service, sacrifice and picking yourselves up and dusting off and getting back in the saddle. For all of you beautiful women whether you are caring for your own children or helping us to raise ours... I love you and am sooooooooooooooooo grateful you are a part of my life!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469342920102414562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiFIat-bny3UmyrcjFvCestXyv2PKZuzPO5N_6NoOLnLQmHyoLFBW3VVNYcF5yd5Pb5lU8hAzcmy-UYj35HD8IlibU2lsOM01pj3QJxxF2zTnj28vYpjJuTa3kPQuXXBjZ9OiwVVoHhtA/s400/may+2010+005.JPG" border="0" /></div><div> </div><div align="center">Taylor wasn't sure he wanted to do a mother's day picture :)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469342930835536098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVLgFEgBrMQsju22iinBau2nKIuCCPN_3cMPi3HNwsq0B9-sBrIy1SdlZst8QCLL_s24noEdNCOc8cwwVGCHY2vvQAu63lhD_hrMcoPYfTDhdVLEth3EZJ25qJzNYewMKFL6syIkGYVMc/s400/may+2010+008.JPG" border="0" /></div></div>Deannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-41750240857821325512010-05-03T09:59:00.000-07:002010-05-14T17:32:56.130-07:004 Months Already?!?!!!My how time flies.... I look at the calender and know it's true... but I just can't believe Mayley is 4 months old already. Time goes by way to quickly. We truly are enjoying having her in our home and the sweet and feisty spirit that she has.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467184674593618402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSI7dLtFeruI_sThHvFLhT9zETasWoKPFMqOzlJB4Py8dpxV73TMBnU6VP1jRlEs_RSyd8mIYuJ7oQKq2EswDgqX2Me1PIQ6kCru2RxpShDOwiJhcCvPqdjDcASUkbs0Xz9dZ_6DlwNcI/s400/mayley+may+2,2010+002.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>At four Months you...</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>*</strong>weigh 15 lbs.9 oz.</div><div align="center"><strong>*</strong>smile at anyone who will talk to you</div><div align="center">*have started giggling and squealing</div><div align="center">*Drink 6oz. at a time</div><div align="center">*are sleeping 8 hours a night</div><div align="center">*would rather sit up</div><div align="center">*drool until your shirt is soaked</div><div align="center">*are a "mommy's girl" </div><br /><div align="center">and my personal favorite...</div><div align="center">*still like to snuggle when your tired</div>Deannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-35923568984960539662010-04-28T16:26:00.000-07:002010-04-28T16:41:06.587-07:00This one is for Aunt Debbi<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgES4mbLLdNCkcVphPaL4HWMtTnueHFrf7AiGuwFxNwlzNBTuFD3AZ_jlTAfcVpZq9vy7KIX22-cZE0eprEyHwS79KCwJpTpEuwJGGQ4T_y-dv4rpKapCTIqQJxZ2N6bE9kklkqZisi8Aw/s1600/my+camera+2009-april+2010+049.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465336852716473698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgES4mbLLdNCkcVphPaL4HWMtTnueHFrf7AiGuwFxNwlzNBTuFD3AZ_jlTAfcVpZq9vy7KIX22-cZE0eprEyHwS79KCwJpTpEuwJGGQ4T_y-dv4rpKapCTIqQJxZ2N6bE9kklkqZisi8Aw/s400/my+camera+2009-april+2010+049.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /></div><div>Here you go Debbi. I will admit... these are NOT the best pictures. Mayley was not cooperating with me this morning. She would have the Biggest smiles until the camera came out... then the smiles left. But I did promise so here is our little angel. </div><div>Fiesty does not even begin to discribe the side that has come from this little sweetie the past few days. If I try to give her, her pacifer or bottle, and that is not what she had in mind... I get a sharp little scream from her. And heaven forbid if I attempt agian.... </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465336844360673314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW4FL78VF1wEKVDDu9zpTt77IQ4CFdfNn1s7NHWEeII2E-Y8zIT507E5WhohMBxSb4YHDzIUPbqm8qx7yJBFnEe052tohEjL-yHGCoTT4HIZ8jXXda-Uf5uswV5zD0-RxbibllYvwD7Tc/s400/my+camera+2009-april+2010+048.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Ryan says when she looks at him like this she is saying "Seriously Ryan ?!???"</div>Deannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-66938446069437144522010-04-17T17:10:00.000-07:002010-04-17T17:30:08.877-07:00Things that make you go hmmmmmm......<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJjZOlkARt0GxffHcn2fDj3uhAFhRthvqyvyZIbONrSUI4koAWAD8MWcjUjHj2rSmq7EFxN9P7EiZIpTUxHPxTx037xXIz7g13zbIpoqO0OQOogr4r32YHGaYGT_V0lmbuN1CtkELp6DU/s1600/april+2010+023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461264046919464562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJjZOlkARt0GxffHcn2fDj3uhAFhRthvqyvyZIbONrSUI4koAWAD8MWcjUjHj2rSmq7EFxN9P7EiZIpTUxHPxTx037xXIz7g13zbIpoqO0OQOogr4r32YHGaYGT_V0lmbuN1CtkELp6DU/s400/april+2010+023.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Ryan thought it was a good idea to 'cut' his eyebrows. (this picture doesn't really capture his 'look', but it was the best I could get )</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461264073094610754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioJ5I6A_oQ5-L-fSwIv3VfNOQmZZeM9j7IwibQbDutzGKrlG4y7dQmqM6A37Enzg0y0qWEVx3vTBM4RJLsGWqVn5A1Ydj5QgT1w9btIxW-xjsB8RGLD95akEbMKgPzziqN-Y4wKezzvc8/s400/april+2010+024.JPG" border="0" /><br />Colby thinks this is 'a couple' tootsie rolls.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461264087864793842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSfO1mAVqr8b7El_Bhgn2w8dy9WR5tEr1kWFEg_Tzv0FnI0fB-eU-Vclgo9J1d-DHXd7wIdR3SERfTrELjWAaLqVetKW1a6ws0bsaLHG30NzHqR9GTKCgkCZ_7qm6TJJMVHQlobP4S6Pg/s400/april+2010+021.JPG" border="0" /><br /></div><div align="center">This is were Taylor puts the stickers from his apples. (this is just outside our back door )</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461266967426803154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD86g5YGAOgbYu-Vc8c-iwPENBZ3uKcIL431jd98Y1XjpZ1Jry_O8xm5l2yocXXdfHOs39icdTy03r94z5WGXhw4eSygseZpgJLJ8zZICdwMIyknutgQKGJj9UhSZcELo8MY-gZe9A1yI/s400/april+2010+026.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">This is Mayley's favorite spot to sleep. When I lay her in her crib, it is always in the center. But when I go to check on her this is always were I find her.</div>Deannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-77722053033170909282010-03-25T09:37:00.001-07:002010-03-30T10:18:46.866-07:00More Mayley<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibzdPxwZpGzP8xFL1ClvhELmY4rlzsbujqJaCvvECQ1gamAGkhLHIK3S_JjS8EfNsUKRGviJdxoaUhqT9Yq7XJc7a3dHZDC3i_v5sW2Zzh5lOpU6VHRrKVt5xSf1YKYWQpi8chGHVhcgM/s1600/495.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452612116174669154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibzdPxwZpGzP8xFL1ClvhELmY4rlzsbujqJaCvvECQ1gamAGkhLHIK3S_JjS8EfNsUKRGviJdxoaUhqT9Yq7XJc7a3dHZDC3i_v5sW2Zzh5lOpU6VHRrKVt5xSf1YKYWQpi8chGHVhcgM/s400/495.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">I love how she is clinging to her dad's shirt.<br /></div><div align="center"></div></div><div align="center"><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454430398116781218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgucnlaTIjixl_ma1tZV9E3I9bic23PNNtn_Kz9z5EK4hl_949HIEegaRt2UakKs-BwmswuwpAZxz8g84lrOPSeq02MeR-4QOSJfaOSvgvw_vKHOF2k6uP7h1Jx6pKAwkLx7zu2PLbgZ74/s400/march+2010+001.JPG" border="0" /><br />I've been wanting to work on these letters for Mayley's room...but have been struggling to find time. She is such an angel...she just layed there while I worked....<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454430409408374066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Bylr4A6C1Ro2O2-OwZV92VNTIYiCRHbtkLK-z0RKKLDEsjSHW0_6oz8eMnHFlV7511GWp_a5UdtAxUkNsIV6mua-MeRdTT7WEF8WiuzReiQOk3MuDI0fE_odj84ith89zM9G40IUku4/s400/march+2010+002.JPG" border="0" /><br />And feel asleep.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454430494247925522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1QKuLMk0SGCPzpn8cuYump048vzERHnnnBzsIMRt3AW2p3uB0EOgUIQx3QqxcaLt1U0Luv950WJ0sKEO5uFh1Elh1kgTuXIa2D5lLtLqKVOCfaP7xpA_ulMhskDG0PL4dxLNuWCNcA8I/s400/march+2010+004.JPG" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454430471662396130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs278FRm0VrzSWqOXtJzRhaDQyXx3ZkJL3iS2JzjQzdT7wdRzoLiQ1f9-ldI2w_NXtTZvLLUqP5hI9gMc-5ai0hBRVOQURk6UZImGYZGpIcZM71XGF1h4xHGa2ifqCbvHLNf0tQYMWp3I/s400/march+2010+003.JPG" border="0" />Taylor loves to hold Mayley and watch T.V. in the morning</p><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><p align="center">And last but not least a couple of pictures of Mayley in her blessing dress.</p><br /><p align="center">These are the only pictures we got....we were trying to hurry and get dinner on the table for everyone who came and the whole picture thing was pushed aside...</p><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454430503081378018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkUZbucR9mDBeLhj8_PB_28cM_hlri6iizzq2pedCbSe-chuO0cpWeoclgDodb2Z0vBYPTlo3Yw_PkfwYplJXJT0Y-H7Rt5DFaUtwuwU69fVTJBSGYSS27kSehqNV3ICCT-qrGQRku5hU/s400/march+2010+005.JPG" border="0" /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454437344381350786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGobCNf5Xt57DrJMcKJIJmxeTKQ-t8XNnC1qWzMg5r6_EtnrLNgdPO5aq4FKmkOT5ssoR-lSgW71YUYjTrqeDHWI0D8-ji3u9ZWbvkFmZa8fP4HI79-o7LIM2ckvZ44F63hNxj-JTmpKw/s400/march+2010+006.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"></div>Deannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-61998305844153936242010-03-16T12:47:00.000-07:002010-03-18T12:48:43.517-07:00Colby and the tooth fairy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Eix4dygF4_ohZQJwRVtBQPa7n4tRO9XjEt18ISrBKCHOZrXxGNKcTASZr7zwa5V1YhNWO9i6fbkcq481uQ8suvGzk_gM2Jiq-_1a44p21s1zl9m6zwv6nR-rgmoJbDd0ea2vnHd2BYY/s1600-h/493.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450061961027618834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Eix4dygF4_ohZQJwRVtBQPa7n4tRO9XjEt18ISrBKCHOZrXxGNKcTASZr7zwa5V1YhNWO9i6fbkcq481uQ8suvGzk_gM2Jiq-_1a44p21s1zl9m6zwv6nR-rgmoJbDd0ea2vnHd2BYY/s400/493.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>About two months ago Colby lost a tooth and when it was time to tuck it under his pillow he couldn't find it. He came to our room very concerned and wondering if the tooth fairy would still leave him money even if his tooth wasn't under his pillow. Wade and I told him we had heard that if you misplaced your tooth, you could write the tooth fairy a note, and leave that under your pillow instead of the tooth.<br /></div><div>When Wade went to place money uner his pillow this is the note he found:</div><br /><div>( I tried to take a picture of the actual lettter but it didn't show up very well)</div><br /><div>To: Tooth Fairy From : Colby Earl Lindley</div><br /><div>"Sorry, I don't know what happened. I'm leaving this note because I lost my tooth. I went upstairs to get it and POOF it was gone. I was at scouts and someone was stetting the table and set it somewhere but I don't know where. I'm very very 1 million times I wish I had it right now and I'm dissapointed as you are. And I'm again very very sorry/ ( oh, and if you find it THANK YOU 5 million times)" (these are typoo's this is how he wrote it)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Wade and I had a good little chuckle over it and tucked it away to put in his memory book.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Then about a month later he lost another tooth and when it came time to put it uder his pillow... Once again the tooth was missing. This time he didn't need to ask he knew the drill. </div><br /><div>The next morning I awoke to Wade holding THIS letter and laughing so hard he could barely speak.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Disclaimer: The material you are about to read is not made up. ( trust me I couldn't make this stuff up.)</div><br /><div>To: The tooth Fairy From: Colby Earl Lindley</div><br /><div>" I lost my tooth AGAIN! I don't really know how. I was perfectly fine then when was going to put my tooth under my pillow I couldn't find it. Can you still pay me I'm really S-O-R-R-Y; Sorry, I can't find my tooth. And that's not the only thing bad today a dog almost SWAWLLOWED my Lucky Rabbit Foot, I forgot my homework, I had to start a stoopid book called Daisy Dawson Is on Her Way, My butt and feet were numb, a then finally I lost my tooth! Not like lost it out of my mouth, like seriously lost my tooth! So pleeeeeeease still pay me and I'm okay if you don't like of you don't have enough mony or something like that , but that doesn't mean don't pay me."</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I don't know where he comes up with this stuff. But he gave us a good laugh so of course I had to share. I have to say... it was really hard to keep a straight face when he came up for breakfast that morning andI asked him if the tooth fairy came.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>We are happy to report that Colby lost yet another tooth this week and it made it safely under his pillow.</div>Deannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-59542523246723432212010-03-05T17:23:00.000-08:002010-03-05T18:09:36.964-08:00mayley at 2 months<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvS8aAoNBtQ9tjnpON5ankEoS1l0vucU2kI-2bK3-zNgVoarNcERngRq8rL9Lfu9XiydYEOfvn98fLPHgo7IPFKl7Ao4ThHk19G4TtXWXMjIqZMd46Ey2KZq-eajihjCwBcVth8yNZRNQ/s1600-h/mayley+2months+005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445325971299521122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvS8aAoNBtQ9tjnpON5ankEoS1l0vucU2kI-2bK3-zNgVoarNcERngRq8rL9Lfu9XiydYEOfvn98fLPHgo7IPFKl7Ao4ThHk19G4TtXWXMjIqZMd46Ey2KZq-eajihjCwBcVth8yNZRNQ/s400/mayley+2months+005.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">She had to get shots today...and that didn't make her happy.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9RcMs9ib6xqo2pn52SdGKnUDqV3dSoQaW3OkmRNqxdPdCIt4XQxI4dufF1V-X0j5nSDT1nr0wzIQHRznZX1RPJD9PIDIbRa0X0mIJQa2qjLIaVrmkgDQOr0p8R0dXhtc-ODNl9-o_3hk/s1600-h/mayley+2months+004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445325962896281954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9RcMs9ib6xqo2pn52SdGKnUDqV3dSoQaW3OkmRNqxdPdCIt4XQxI4dufF1V-X0j5nSDT1nr0wzIQHRznZX1RPJD9PIDIbRa0X0mIJQa2qjLIaVrmkgDQOr0p8R0dXhtc-ODNl9-o_3hk/s400/mayley+2months+004.JPG" border="0" /></a> All out of Smiles.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">At two months you...</span></strong></div><div align="center">* weigh 11pounds 2 ounces</div><div align="center">*Smile easily when anyone talks to you</div><div align="center">*are cooing and trying to 'talk'</div><div align="center">*easily eat 4oz of milk</div><div align="center">*sleep from 9:30 to 3:30 most nights</div><div align="center">*lay on my shoulder and snuggle your head under my neck when your tired</div><div align="center">*hate being cold...baths and changing clothes are definetly not your favorite</div><div align="center">*love your brothers to hold you...you save your best smiles for them</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><br /></div></span><div align="center"></div>Deannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-52421869900748501912010-02-18T10:44:00.000-08:002010-02-18T10:51:27.506-08:00Mommy Rewards<div align="center"><strong>This is what keeps me going! </strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439657590116250258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpgIod_tYtWvzogEtGiIUZl5qmlwQo4oWgADGQu5qflHGtysfvmv9enK5o_JrvI5lquhVMKzGwhYdBiBBaS13IzL2jdQYaDCrI2Gf9AG9uoqSkYDxnKVkWvcLQSwulnddk91e8EbHLGlg/s400/mayley+feb+2010+011.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div>Despite the fact that my sleeping, eating and bathing routines have completley been disrupted, and I have to schedule my bathroom breaks. I love this girl.</div>Deannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-89551631642016209642010-02-14T09:09:00.000-08:002010-02-14T12:36:21.257-08:00Happy Valentines Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Ep7wFvbj9tZndKplRURDcJgiWwNyeUdzLLeBpALdUV2pY3fjEaKI7JwHtxhlihrFvc2xZiQQZ7ZGoMKCJbPAVgoyqVwKX1uwVHuzY8ZRPDa8pHpnGVBO9bxrL1kWDUvoB2Joccv5eik/s1600-h/Valentines+day+2010+005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438200583849496882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Ep7wFvbj9tZndKplRURDcJgiWwNyeUdzLLeBpALdUV2pY3fjEaKI7JwHtxhlihrFvc2xZiQQZ7ZGoMKCJbPAVgoyqVwKX1uwVHuzY8ZRPDa8pHpnGVBO9bxrL1kWDUvoB2Joccv5eik/s400/Valentines+day+2010+005.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Deannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-85760372101177410792010-02-13T13:02:00.000-08:002010-02-13T13:20:26.489-08:00More Mayley<div align="center">Mayley is 6 weeks old today. The time is passing so quickly...</div><div><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437839616605666178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2AgYkci1kAAW6l5Ef0sdV80jLF0hIyGFl2bmpEI1TdFkxYHNjCq6yvfpfQomPUUC2lNOpyWyuZ3t8HMo56316kAu-80WPQjpa2bUx8nE4BQHhUTV_Oo9Enqa1icH73Omh1QWc4evzGcQ/s400/mayley+6+weeks+003.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437839631595032594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqDEp_xoypdBwbUpyI8AROLZEZI5UEsUPaG2qdmZjSMoIr5s91mD13s7hPtp-I0VAbs4eIcrO4poq_O2rSz3Oh3M6hrgbrKiULsqXY7J9wr8EYCD4k6JGkfmN2e5hMf0WqgtsRua4H5FE/s400/mayley+6+weeks+010.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><br /></div><div align="center">But I have to say...we are doing our best to enjoy EVERY minute.</div>Deannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-30224579502487112010-02-10T12:46:00.000-08:002010-02-10T13:22:35.562-08:008 Is GREAT<div><div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGB2DoKfRhqzkCIgwjla23Mj1tmJRbJ5iWXyGvgeSD5txd4wYj8rUk9gqzOe7PQh3JeBUSFcvgVadvulIw3AOD6AOGA1nQMbnyf31OcYzah5kDFkS_BruuHzvQgMMdwMBlnqixf9OMknQ/s1600-h/wades+camera+413.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436723688321251042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGB2DoKfRhqzkCIgwjla23Mj1tmJRbJ5iWXyGvgeSD5txd4wYj8rUk9gqzOe7PQh3JeBUSFcvgVadvulIw3AOD6AOGA1nQMbnyf31OcYzah5kDFkS_BruuHzvQgMMdwMBlnqixf9OMknQ/s320/wades+camera+413.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /><div>Colby celebrated his 8th birthday on January 17th. Amist the chaos of the month we had an enjoyable afternoon with Colby. Grandma Scott let Colby choose what he wanted for his birthday dinner and made a wonderful dinner for us to enjoy and Grandma Lindley made him a delicious birthday cake. </div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div>Then this past weekend Grandpa and Grandma Lindley and Grandpa and Grandma Scott were able to join us for Colby's baptisim. Colby had a great day! Not only was he baptized, he also played a basketball game and then traveled to Salt Lake with his Dad and Ryan to watch the </div><div>Jazz game. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrCZv3NdXFXQgegJx3dCEFWWNnjqdjz-djwUPaO08rEeCwzKfN_7frGBDVPrIsYkeoKlEtFU9PXqRQI9pU8F178hgXac2kelzw08wSwD-x-P7xEhJ4RCH5q30eRGRbmydzqsFpq8QQAqc/s1600-h/colbys+baptisim+002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436723721774762594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrCZv3NdXFXQgegJx3dCEFWWNnjqdjz-djwUPaO08rEeCwzKfN_7frGBDVPrIsYkeoKlEtFU9PXqRQI9pU8F178hgXac2kelzw08wSwD-x-P7xEhJ4RCH5q30eRGRbmydzqsFpq8QQAqc/s320/colbys+baptisim+002.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitiukhJ3xHROmfTZOrmpsCABqr4cjet_FoBnSrrd1oa2e-pRK9mXEjjz_rHdi23MT-QboMuvvjnSnfV3K3nsRdaMElz0djGFuhl4cjYRzUBgEK3_fDXNsOfkmKSKlofTEfep9seIKfuIA/s1600-h/colbys+baptisim+001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436723707815982322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitiukhJ3xHROmfTZOrmpsCABqr4cjet_FoBnSrrd1oa2e-pRK9mXEjjz_rHdi23MT-QboMuvvjnSnfV3K3nsRdaMElz0djGFuhl4cjYRzUBgEK3_fDXNsOfkmKSKlofTEfep9seIKfuIA/s320/colbys+baptisim+001.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div><br /><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Colby is such a sweet boy and we are so grateful he is part of our family!</p>Deannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-49874157346630440752010-02-02T12:50:00.000-08:002010-02-02T15:39:31.960-08:00Readers digest version of our first few weeks as parents of a girl.<div align="center">Is it February already? Our lives have been somewhat of a whirlwind the past month. On Saturday, January 2. We were blessed with the arrival of our little girl. Unlike her brothers, who were all born in the afternoon, Mayley decided to grace us with her presence at 2:04 a.m.<br /><br />Sunday we were released from the hopital and brought her home to three very excited brothers. </div><div align="center"><br />By tuesday Mayleys bilirubin levels were a little high and she spent three days laying on this bilibed.<br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433759294417770610" 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/AVvXsEjDM3NRY_ZogiuQ31FPNNoVp8Qs4iDLghI0MwsFqpwApr66mfXDq9qr_lyvSQXCIIJT9SVIk_VG_chQmUyruJYcpezhgnReZPv0I7slpWlgowQFl8-NZCGcI53Fa_3KHwxNLAR8KjDKqfU/s320/wades+camera+385.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">We thought it was hard to lay her on this bed all day and night. The only time we could hold her was to feed her. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">But then on wednesday January 13th at 6:00 in the morning we took Mayley to the emergency room where she was diagnosed with RSV. She was admited to the hospital on the pediatric floor.<br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433759302747714578" 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/AVvXsEh52THWF1gR7GM9KYKPA3sH6kMckET39Ci5yWu2tlc2V9nKUwsCea6v44a94YkU2jbXRf5q_Am-1EGBuDOxKvSKQ4RvtWzlddFX1F1zaqgp2c1IaZFc1A39TMCX2VWzKC_N_cMmOAfS1ZA/s320/wades+camera+389.JPG" border="0" /></p><div align="center">We spent two days there. Then they tested her oxygen levels and discovered that carbon dioxide was building up in her body and made the decision to move her to the NICU. We spent the afternoon there and part of the early evening, but she was getting worse so they decided to call life flight and have her transfered to Primary Childrens Hospital in Salt Lake.<br /></div><p align="center">That night was extremely foggy and they couldn't send the helicopter so they transported her via ambulance. </p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433759314633076226" 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/AVvXsEiVpow9DJO6LSMvi_K8mtxlHeEnXzZvSqclTveMtCP6vDkS01BcXfE_yOaxZLXGGFJ0lSrTJSzeekwqwkq51ruT0ll5y60vtsutrlJ3tabEiEBDU6BXhfKhcauij7UKDyj2SO0K0d54nBE/s320/wades+camera+392.JPG" border="0" /></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">After putting Mayley on a ventilator they loaded her on to the ambulance. At 2:30 a.m. we left Logan Regional hospital and followed the ambulance to Primary Childrens arriving around 4:30. Delirious, emothionally, physically and mentally exhausted we watched them wheel our baby in to the hospital and set her up in their pediatric intensive care unit.<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433766617577755378" 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/AVvXsEgVJ-d8M6-T6g4CbKjG8ZpwHjOOOHw9egZhNqYiyjvH8cM7RkopBbFFf4UouzkJLnyGcqvzvw2-cgZUqROT6VoF6v1taiuWCARHh0zYNPlmeUOfWVexvYU3dfp-byYBVGwO6Hd2pCEUv4M/s320/wades+camera+402.JPG" border="0" /><br />On Sunday Janurary 17th they were able to take her off the ventilator and I was able to hold her again.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433772545694904194" 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/AVvXsEj3i1t35mr_4yajo__TkvYkSys6tirFVkEWrhJCGl0Ml8B5uEwrSosWP9KpkBlzOcXQgFUQgiz4IYvoxiggJN6c4b87CQphi0YV6-9i8MM4QZtqN7jWfX38D1MnCzV00VdVCCbXyQwh4TU/s320/wades+camera+408.JPG" border="0" />Later that afternoon they moved her to the pediatric floor where we remained until Thursday, when we were able to bring her home.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433779556442446450" 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/AVvXsEjomqDTFS3BTCjdalSojcZQzUUep1PbIvD9m1WhAA7A-dfCf2RoGe0bPNL8scn5NF85vKkKuxYsE_CZRccYwGJZbl_-h5C8wPIAYVmwsrMr3EVhe3SKM7jjkwkUCuRnxnrEZqd-sT8ARsE/s320/wades+camera+421.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433779567237203874" 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/AVvXsEiqchObUeo0zIyJhqyNv0A7v8B6MU-xBa_vwMrG9_YQxmsCZPy5eNO6Qc5nTueZxw8cpOKKYBQvMkOiWmDSmPbk8m3_PsvhP-hm36QuA1L5gG6ygzjZ1fjPbGxxkLc8TbYFybiVlGuagg8/s320/wades+camera+424.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />Fortuneatley, when this all started my Mom had come to visit. She was able to make arrangements and stay longer to help us out. Wades parents also helped us with getting our boys to all of their various activities and bring us dinner. Wades brother Greg was gracious enough to provide us with dinner, a bed and breakfast. And Marc, Wade's nephew helped us keep our sanity with his daily visits while we were at primary childrens.<br /><br />We are so grateful to all of you that offered prayers in our behalf. They were truly felt. We are grateful to be home and that Mayley is a healthy, happy baby. We are enjoying the sweet spirit she adds to our home.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433779576128309634" 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/AVvXsEgkxFCTt5pralVOGM0cTQFrMgQaE0IXUpNl-8NIngIk5FVxW2ZgZJIyYDLSSdxZ2uCsrG1sTndBMdMJfr9k6WDqgJbzQwq6jzIrpdsEc4wITS2xIJWm_hCVLv1Ozr-1cw52uyKpTuqyqkU/s320/wades+camera+435.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">Mayley 1 month old<br /></p><p></p>Deannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-85034167282824987072009-09-08T11:13:00.000-07:002009-09-08T12:48:03.298-07:00Our AUGUST in pictures<div align="center"> Our August included 1) A Visit from Matt, Debbi, Koben Iris and Amara<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWUlPpCAyz2U_P-_KlF5tpGAaPOQGJTFGv4oVR5dhIh7N2x1zwCoz4FOnIxSyzQdOzsh2T_U13e2YJHzD2a8zit86WWyN_vmHQO8aCaIb7TJPRZZYsm8XO0GSLU9_v18Tk-8zx3HhyE8Y/s1600-h/019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379178871094205042" 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/AVvXsEgWUlPpCAyz2U_P-_KlF5tpGAaPOQGJTFGv4oVR5dhIh7N2x1zwCoz4FOnIxSyzQdOzsh2T_U13e2YJHzD2a8zit86WWyN_vmHQO8aCaIb7TJPRZZYsm8XO0GSLU9_v18Tk-8zx3HhyE8Y/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /></a> Ryan holding Amara</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTPnUJ2QQHWU2dA_L4WBvFnTKIjYX7ROkp6LPJb3AVKx4K1mPs_yz0HwJlHSE_zT41tfJOjFtIspBrGTm_WBOsmqE79AY0Xv5Uuvp856t7zf_JrgtuTkL9rqBYqR7kuMnwLKiwaP7KLCU/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379178859792846450" 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/AVvXsEhTPnUJ2QQHWU2dA_L4WBvFnTKIjYX7ROkp6LPJb3AVKx4K1mPs_yz0HwJlHSE_zT41tfJOjFtIspBrGTm_WBOsmqE79AY0Xv5Uuvp856t7zf_JrgtuTkL9rqBYqR7kuMnwLKiwaP7KLCU/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /></a> Ryan, Taylor, Koben and Colby sleeping in the Family Room</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUfT65BDLQgBsG0ZJdNpcuo8QHs5ljoHqKyDFrhUz7-heOxhFrilIb6c_bVnsA8ZnaHn3pDqJvMz9Q1R__zbSO1QQyYaAlWmC26SyGuKrRU-As6Lmn0HD9ohLe6FQ4UFcnHrr1WGEhiIA/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379178851978937106" 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/AVvXsEjUfT65BDLQgBsG0ZJdNpcuo8QHs5ljoHqKyDFrhUz7-heOxhFrilIb6c_bVnsA8ZnaHn3pDqJvMz9Q1R__zbSO1QQyYaAlWmC26SyGuKrRU-As6Lmn0HD9ohLe6FQ4UFcnHrr1WGEhiIA/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Taylor, Koben Ryan and Colby with their Lego creations</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkBFYM2QGkPIurgO0oThnFm0m_bIR8UhXNisgR9UmLsDcrx6a7s1TI0FNgZT-r1mciq2C9j2sxSdjAu91diJOEFlNxzM1miokspKF3gqOezdafgH4L9bLRMkgWibbp6_JR1cAmxQypXEA/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379178837777007810" 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/AVvXsEhkBFYM2QGkPIurgO0oThnFm0m_bIR8UhXNisgR9UmLsDcrx6a7s1TI0FNgZT-r1mciq2C9j2sxSdjAu91diJOEFlNxzM1miokspKF3gqOezdafgH4L9bLRMkgWibbp6_JR1cAmxQypXEA/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /></a>Koben and Taylor<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHqS9HLW6XMYoet_iCfdAdflX9SmRxUpaof-9iQPIYPKonSdiVviv-Htk6pxg3oig4zkzigTiX1ntJEjUmPzz2wyPbheD2qhIsBl3r20Pi3pqr87jncl_ydO7T8o8af7vjY-GanHRMBD4/s1600-h/001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379178832623876002" 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/AVvXsEhHqS9HLW6XMYoet_iCfdAdflX9SmRxUpaof-9iQPIYPKonSdiVviv-Htk6pxg3oig4zkzigTiX1ntJEjUmPzz2wyPbheD2qhIsBl3r20Pi3pqr87jncl_ydO7T8o8af7vjY-GanHRMBD4/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Colby holding Amara</div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379182436842082594" 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/AVvXsEiSFPgMTFIxCuuhq3Iux3lnH5E-1TGodZZKEP_DXRy3B2BqaWi0JvESWhImIdDqGivnKvzbRSp_pZRCtPJ_179btEKd34VTtdaxRZouLH2laLgxlXS49ozTyAZfYtSXWmw8uPVWyHvovhY/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /><br />Iris playing with Taylor<br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">2)The boys headed back to school</div><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379182459899283794" 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/AVvXsEh_2p2P2tZoE-4faS_1UI6KHPIYXs2prapygsLOd-yQJsCCtqBLTkP2nx4XxBz-eKucfcmc70FnKD0SqWuc_SQ_dM-gkK318UcjA7PZijeK5sn_12fHwtodaWcyoDEk_5uL7d1PTZ2KC3U/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379182445912003074" 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/AVvXsEioZ03y0yy1WF2WwtqBooq1xHgxX-qLVCP3SS9Qi0LoTNlfQt6g2fSwNabQsyLLlxX3LpElk9V170ZY-X65pzAxkb9x5XubyPUilw8ebDrpcMKAE1vvwM6Rc7y19SeqM-tirQAdkUMCF4I/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379182469297863042" 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/AVvXsEhyqGPfkuwzc2Bjx92s9pwOl35KU9YiwGyLWCGnG9krXKDBlhFjBEDnNlUsJeLwriVRGbGJukCPdRUSfFScdW-Z0P73O65vINA-SGGDnLDRXuWd3G6V1Xpvjw4lXqJ1l4KCXmGl7cdMPpQ/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center">3) The Ultrasound Revealed : IT"S A GIRL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</p>Deannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961noreply@blogger.com10