<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970</id><updated>2011-10-10T18:08:30.014-07:00</updated><category term='Basket ball'/><category term='just everyday stuff'/><category term='visits'/><category term='motherhood'/><category term='Mayley'/><category term='back to school'/><category term='me'/><category term='fireworks'/><category term='mothers day 2010'/><category term='birthday fun'/><category term='springtime'/><category term='trips'/><category term='news'/><category term='yummy things'/><category term='halloween 2008'/><category term='silly mom stuff'/><category term='camping'/><category term='winter'/><category term='updates'/><category term='yummy recipes'/><category term='valentines day'/><category term='Rayn'/><category term='january 2008'/><category term='being the mom'/><category term='4th of July'/><category term='colby'/><category term='Ryan'/><category term='grandpa lindley'/><category term='tags'/><category term='Christmas 2007'/><category term='tagged by claire'/><category term='monthly update'/><category term='food'/><category term='summer fun'/><category term='about me'/><category term='boo- boo&apos;s'/><category term='fishing'/><category term='christmas2010'/><category term='super bowl 2008'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='Taylor'/><category term='holiday happenings'/><category term='bike riding'/><category term='fun moments'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Lindleys-Life as we know it.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-7862933130778595209</id><published>2011-01-04T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T19:36:56.172-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mayley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday fun'/><title type='text'>Happy birthday Mayley!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TSIwlTIOO6I/AAAAAAAAAr8/ZGdzOHXgwWk/s1600/mayleys+first+birthday+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TSIwlTIOO6I/AAAAAAAAAr8/ZGdzOHXgwWk/s320/mayleys+first+birthday+002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma Lindley is amazing. I honestly can't think of a&amp;nbsp; thing she can't do! One of her many talents is cake decorating. She was kind enough to share her talent and make Mayley's cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TSN9zNxOeVI/AAAAAAAAAsE/18FTP8KJLss/s1600/mayleys+first+birthday+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TSN9zNxOeVI/AAAAAAAAAsE/18FTP8KJLss/s320/mayleys+first+birthday+012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mayley( with grandma lindley)&amp;nbsp;showing us she is "1" year old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TSN-rdDSxQI/AAAAAAAAAsI/SpWETFBFrm0/s1600/mayleys+first+birthday+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TSN-rdDSxQI/AAAAAAAAAsI/SpWETFBFrm0/s320/mayleys+first+birthday+014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mayley receieved this toy for christmas in hope it would help motivate her to learn to walk...but she would rather sit in it and have Taylor push her around. Luckily Taylor doesn't mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TSOBvbVv-KI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/j7S-WFOdRlA/s1600/mayleys+first+birthday+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TSOBvbVv-KI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/j7S-WFOdRlA/s320/mayleys+first+birthday+015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas was great&amp;nbsp;for helping Mayley in her gift "unwrapping" abilities.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TSOCEJreAuI/AAAAAAAAAsU/8KsmYe9Q3-0/s1600/mayleys+first+birthday+047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TSOCEJreAuI/AAAAAAAAAsU/8KsmYe9Q3-0/s320/mayleys+first+birthday+047.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mayley was more interested in&amp;nbsp;eating the paper she tore off her gifts&amp;nbsp;than she was to unwrap them&amp;nbsp;and see what was inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TSOxL46_xDI/AAAAAAAAAsg/dE5Zdhgh0qg/s1600/mayleys+first+birthday+106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TSOxL46_xDI/AAAAAAAAAsg/dE5Zdhgh0qg/s320/mayleys+first+birthday+106.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This little piggy bank ended up&amp;nbsp;being her favorite gift. Once she opened it, she wasn't interested in opening anymore presents and she got upset if anyone tried to take it from her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TSOykWVAGwI/AAAAAAAAAso/cTL4WHcDb-0/s1600/mayleys+first+birthday+117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TSOykWVAGwI/AAAAAAAAAso/cTL4WHcDb-0/s320/mayleys+first+birthday+117.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ready to have some cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TSOzLwcuLVI/AAAAAAAAAss/J40MLRbbv4M/s1600/mayleys+first+birthday+122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TSOzLwcuLVI/AAAAAAAAAss/J40MLRbbv4M/s320/mayleys+first+birthday+122.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TSOzf1wS7JI/AAAAAAAAAsw/JtiSsY_higk/s1600/mayleys+first+birthday+126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TSOzf1wS7JI/AAAAAAAAAsw/JtiSsY_higk/s320/mayleys+first+birthday+126.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She started off just eating the frosting&amp;nbsp;with 2 fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TSO0IXy3odI/AAAAAAAAAs0/LQtG4Ol1SEs/s1600/mayleys+first+birthday+133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TSO0IXy3odI/AAAAAAAAAs0/LQtG4Ol1SEs/s320/mayleys+first+birthday+133.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TSO0pWORJcI/AAAAAAAAAs4/Vq3ejbzRtsY/s1600/mayleys+first+birthday+139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TSO0pWORJcI/AAAAAAAAAs4/Vq3ejbzRtsY/s320/mayleys+first+birthday+139.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then she moved on to handfuls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TSO4BD7S_eI/AAAAAAAAAtA/9uLzkJml680/s1600/mayleys+first+birthday+157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TSO4BD7S_eI/AAAAAAAAAtA/9uLzkJml680/s320/mayleys+first+birthday+157.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She was upset...She actually got some cake in that bite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TSO4t7HOvsI/AAAAAAAAAtE/y8jwjLdTL8g/s1600/mayleys+first+birthday+164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TSO4t7HOvsI/AAAAAAAAAtE/y8jwjLdTL8g/s320/mayleys+first+birthday+164.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TSO5JviuKWI/AAAAAAAAAtI/IPTfcIyz-VY/s1600/mayleys+first+birthday+173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TSO5JviuKWI/AAAAAAAAAtI/IPTfcIyz-VY/s320/mayleys+first+birthday+173.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TSO5g_9g4SI/AAAAAAAAAtM/ckYRbJ2Lvyg/s1600/mayleys+first+birthday+175.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TSO5g_9g4SI/AAAAAAAAAtM/ckYRbJ2Lvyg/s320/mayleys+first+birthday+175.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Mayley! We love you and are so glad you are&amp;nbsp; part of our family!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-7862933130778595209?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/7862933130778595209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=7862933130778595209&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/7862933130778595209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/7862933130778595209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-mayley.html' title='Happy birthday Mayley!!!!!'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TSIwlTIOO6I/AAAAAAAAAr8/ZGdzOHXgwWk/s72-c/mayleys+first+birthday+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-3412168699036779437</id><published>2011-01-01T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T20:53:15.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TR_CZgG35QI/AAAAAAAAArk/zRsyKP1QnDk/s1600/new+year+eve+2010+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TR_CZgG35QI/AAAAAAAAArk/zRsyKP1QnDk/s320/new+year+eve+2010+002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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)&amp;nbsp;and Martinelli's sparkling cider. During dinner Wade asked everyone to tell us what their favorite thing&amp;nbsp; 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&amp;nbsp;him feel special, in all our chaos!) Colby also was grateful he was baptized. Taylor's highlight was&amp;nbsp;getting Daisy ( our&amp;nbsp; border collie puppy). so over all I think we can count 2010 as a great year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We gave Mayley a bath and got her ready for bed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TR_CunUs5nI/AAAAAAAAAro/E_AWL3W4D4g/s1600/new+year+eve+2010+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TR_CunUs5nI/AAAAAAAAAro/E_AWL3W4D4g/s320/new+year+eve+2010+005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then Wade and I played some games with the boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TR_DICEMOkI/AAAAAAAAArs/i5wTYzCXzJY/s1600/new+year+eve+2010+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TR_DICEMOkI/AAAAAAAAArs/i5wTYzCXzJY/s320/new+year+eve+2010+014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boys were determined to stay awake until midnight, while&amp;nbsp;wade and I thought sleep sounded more enticing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then today we joined Scott, Teresa, and Brad at Wade's parents house for the annual &amp;nbsp;New Years Day feast and football tradition. Where we eat lots of yummy food, visit and and watch football. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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&amp;nbsp;was &amp;nbsp;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TR_KqGA70yI/AAAAAAAAArw/qYtulFwJZMY/s1600/new+year+eve+2010+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TR_KqGA70yI/AAAAAAAAArw/qYtulFwJZMY/s320/new+year+eve+2010+015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TR_RNjNTV7I/AAAAAAAAAr4/sb5zEEgKRWk/s1600/new+year+eve+2010+017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TR_RNjNTV7I/AAAAAAAAAr4/sb5zEEgKRWk/s320/new+year+eve+2010+017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-3412168699036779437?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/3412168699036779437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=3412168699036779437&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/3412168699036779437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/3412168699036779437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year-2011.html' title='Happy New Year 2011'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TR_CZgG35QI/AAAAAAAAArk/zRsyKP1QnDk/s72-c/new+year+eve+2010+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-4414936456228625171</id><published>2010-12-28T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T14:57:01.431-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas2010'/><title type='text'>Holiday Happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taylor playing "I spy" with Mayley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpUgdydtOI/AAAAAAAAAp4/pf9Kc-k5l9g/s1600/december+28+2010+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpUgdydtOI/AAAAAAAAAp4/pf9Kc-k5l9g/s320/december+28+2010+001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpU6qLnSDI/AAAAAAAAAp8/I-gjt9vKxH8/s1600/december+28+2010+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpU6qLnSDI/AAAAAAAAAp8/I-gjt9vKxH8/s320/december+28+2010+007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wade made 2 batches of sugar cookies, frosted them with the boys and delivered them to friends and neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpVn6s64nI/AAAAAAAAAqA/nHD4bgbZjS4/s1600/december+28+2010+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpVn6s64nI/AAAAAAAAAqA/nHD4bgbZjS4/s320/december+28+2010+008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpV-ocu84I/AAAAAAAAAqE/mu0Iq8vALMw/s1600/december+28+2010+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpV-ocu84I/AAAAAAAAAqE/mu0Iq8vALMw/s320/december+28+2010+014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpWVvI9ITI/AAAAAAAAAqI/XYXtAnt9hD8/s1600/december+28+2010+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpWVvI9ITI/AAAAAAAAAqI/XYXtAnt9hD8/s320/december+28+2010+015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpWt_eNh6I/AAAAAAAAAqM/uqulgiGOmV0/s1600/december+28+2010+018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpWt_eNh6I/AAAAAAAAAqM/uqulgiGOmV0/s320/december+28+2010+018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpXwAAWsCI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/BxmXr6JfeOY/s1600/december+28+2010+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpXwAAWsCI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/BxmXr6JfeOY/s320/december+28+2010+019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpYHU4jajI/AAAAAAAAAqU/90Cx16PW-sY/s1600/december+28+2010+023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpYHU4jajI/AAAAAAAAAqU/90Cx16PW-sY/s320/december+28+2010+023.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpYcIju3AI/AAAAAAAAAqY/PsXxX_v09sg/s1600/december+28+2010+030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpYcIju3AI/AAAAAAAAAqY/PsXxX_v09sg/s320/december+28+2010+030.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpZqjRVBpI/AAAAAAAAAqg/cIojrxGmbvE/s1600/december+28+2010+028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpZqjRVBpI/AAAAAAAAAqg/cIojrxGmbvE/s320/december+28+2010+028.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpZ_QshQJI/AAAAAAAAAqk/ptIZTE8L5Fs/s320/december+28+2010+024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Mayley kept herself busy by "cleaning out" the cupboards&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpcbJ22U8I/AAAAAAAAAqo/tw39vn1JjcE/s1600/december+28+2010+034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpcbJ22U8I/AAAAAAAAAqo/tw39vn1JjcE/s320/december+28+2010+034.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpZ_QshQJI/AAAAAAAAAqk/ptIZTE8L5Fs/s1600/december+28+2010+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpcwHR0I0I/AAAAAAAAAqs/xutbJ7lF4L8/s1600/december+28+2010+036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpcwHR0I0I/AAAAAAAAAqs/xutbJ7lF4L8/s320/december+28+2010+036.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A few years ago,in an attempt to get my boys to eat SOMETHING remotely healthy on Christmas morning, I bought small cereal boxes to put in there stockings... somehow that morphed into a tradition in there minds. Since they also think that peach french toast should also be a Christmas morning tradition they got there cereal boxes Christmas eve morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpfQdh8R8I/AAAAAAAAAqw/7x1Z3idxMfk/s1600/december+28+2010+044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpfQdh8R8I/AAAAAAAAAqw/7x1Z3idxMfk/s320/december+28+2010+044.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRphtl7e31I/AAAAAAAAAq0/gsf_IwZDAbg/s1600/december+28+2010+046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRphtl7e31I/AAAAAAAAAq0/gsf_IwZDAbg/s320/december+28+2010+046.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Somehow making gingerbread houses became "tradition" too... This year we found kits at the grocery store . Much easier than making your own. Taylor chose a Santa Sleigh. As you can tell they had lots of fun! &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;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&amp;nbsp; bacon scallops. Even mayley enjoyed the meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpi03Z1H0I/AAAAAAAAAq4/4lRMzgmxP3c/s1600/december+28+2010+050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpi03Z1H0I/AAAAAAAAAq4/4lRMzgmxP3c/s320/december+28+2010+050.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpjVWFQpJI/AAAAAAAAAq8/BkBnjB-CdS0/s1600/december+28+2010+051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpjVWFQpJI/AAAAAAAAAq8/BkBnjB-CdS0/s320/december+28+2010+051.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpkg8eYBVI/AAAAAAAAArA/BzP9emCeeaQ/s1600/december+28+2010+052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Colby,Mayley, Taylor and Ryan showing off their Christmas Eve Pajama's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRppf6GzndI/AAAAAAAAArU/CiGkzHWW4Kg/s1600/december+28+2010+055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRppf6GzndI/AAAAAAAAArU/CiGkzHWW4Kg/s320/december+28+2010+055.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And last, but not least, the annual tradition of leaving&amp;nbsp;a treat for Santa and his reindeer, along with a note.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This years treat was root beer, eggnog, crackers and cheese and carrot stick with a lemon garnish for the reindeer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpmoT_YPJI/AAAAAAAAArM/3vyICu24Tgw/s1600/december+28+2010+060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpmoT_YPJI/AAAAAAAAArM/3vyICu24Tgw/s320/december+28+2010+060.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpm-5auSqI/AAAAAAAAArQ/lCRXtL7CKPI/s1600/december+28+2010+059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpm-5auSqI/AAAAAAAAArQ/lCRXtL7CKPI/s320/december+28+2010+059.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hope you all had a very merry Christmas!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-4414936456228625171?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/4414936456228625171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=4414936456228625171&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/4414936456228625171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/4414936456228625171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2010/12/holiday-happenings.html' title='Holiday Happenings'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TRpUgdydtOI/AAAAAAAAAp4/pf9Kc-k5l9g/s72-c/december+28+2010+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-5415100041756082952</id><published>2010-12-19T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T09:28:47.060-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>My latest creations</title><content type='html'>This is how I spent a good portion of my saturday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I added a little spice to Missy May's christmas pj's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TQ4_gIW_7JI/AAAAAAAAApE/ZWYTWBiyJt8/s1600/dec192010+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TQ4_gIW_7JI/AAAAAAAAApE/ZWYTWBiyJt8/s320/dec192010+008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TQ4_gIW_7JI/AAAAAAAAApE/ZWYTWBiyJt8/s1600/dec192010+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Then I decorated these tote bags for my book club ladies. (2 down; 3 to go) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TQ5AXZoVkcI/AAAAAAAAApI/Ll_7aNgEHM4/s1600/dec192010+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TQ5AXZoVkcI/AAAAAAAAApI/Ll_7aNgEHM4/s320/dec192010+007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;almost ready for christmas!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-5415100041756082952?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/5415100041756082952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=5415100041756082952&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/5415100041756082952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/5415100041756082952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-latest-creations.html' title='My latest creations'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TQ4_gIW_7JI/AAAAAAAAApE/ZWYTWBiyJt8/s72-c/dec192010+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-2646333046412393343</id><published>2010-12-17T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T21:42:54.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One step closer...</title><content type='html'>okay... It is no secret that my blog has been severely neglected.&amp;nbsp;(I know it's bad when even my husband asks), "so, when are you going to update your blog?". &amp;nbsp;I wish I could come up with a good excuse as to why it has gone unattended for several months... I've reached deep, really, really deep... there's nothing. I will admit that I have this need to "fill in" the gaps.... In my mind I have a hard time just picking up with life as it is now. For whatever reason I feel this undying need to go back over the several months that have passed since my last update and catch up on everything that has happened...but, I also find that incrediably overwhelming. And quite frankly everyone is over what&amp;nbsp; happened FOUR, yes FOUR months ago....&amp;nbsp; So I'm making a fresh start and hopefully being able to wipe the slate clean will inspire me to visit more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TQxIEtMl8TI/AAAAAAAAApA/yVMocexSofo/s1600/dec+17+2010+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TQxIEtMl8TI/AAAAAAAAApA/yVMocexSofo/s320/dec+17+2010+003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Christmas is quickly appraoching and I'm am glad to say&amp;nbsp;I am in the "tying up lose ends" phase.Today I was able to tie a knot in one of those ends... I've been wanting to&amp;nbsp;decorate these littelebook bags for the 2 little boys I babysit on Tuesday's and Thursday's. I have to say...sewing is usually more of a frustration to me than it is worth... but I quite enjoyed&amp;nbsp;putting these together&amp;nbsp;and even found it somewhat theraputic...&amp;nbsp; One more thing I can check off my list....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-2646333046412393343?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/2646333046412393343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=2646333046412393343&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/2646333046412393343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/2646333046412393343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-step-closer.html' title='One step closer...'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TQxIEtMl8TI/AAAAAAAAApA/yVMocexSofo/s72-c/dec+17+2010+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-987715297698056403</id><published>2010-08-29T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T19:38:28.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer fun'/><title type='text'>How we spent our SUMMER</title><content type='html'>(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)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We attended the Cache County Fair&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH23Ovv1UrI/AAAAAAAAAns/UwnXttPKPpo/s1600/new+camera+104.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH23Ovv1UrI/AAAAAAAAAns/UwnXttPKPpo/s400/new+camera+104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH23OOHDtNI/AAAAAAAAAnk/weA8uojAxms/s1600/new+camera+100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511762973905106130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH23OOHDtNI/AAAAAAAAAnk/weA8uojAxms/s400/new+camera+100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wade bought calves for each of the kids to bottle feed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH1twBI4nAI/AAAAAAAAAnc/L4mbOjgoXfY/s1600/summer2010+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511682190678203394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH1twBI4nAI/AAAAAAAAAnc/L4mbOjgoXfY/s400/summer2010+026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH1tvwJi6vI/AAAAAAAAAnU/7rHZbjYqwHs/s1600/summer2010+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 336px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511682186117573362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH1tvwJi6vI/AAAAAAAAAnU/7rHZbjYqwHs/s400/summer2010+027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH1tvfcA57I/AAAAAAAAAnM/E40fO88l6U0/s1600/summer2010+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 373px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511682181631633330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH1tvfcA57I/AAAAAAAAAnM/E40fO88l6U0/s400/summer2010+028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH1tu9bJE6I/AAAAAAAAAnE/DoB_dxFW9SE/s1600/summer2010+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 336px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511682172501169058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH1tu9bJE6I/AAAAAAAAAnE/DoB_dxFW9SE/s400/summer2010+029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ryan and Colby both enjoyed another season of baseball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH1s0Box-pI/AAAAAAAAAm8/29nj22i3INk/s1600/summer2010+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511681160019835538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH1s0Box-pI/AAAAAAAAAm8/29nj22i3INk/s400/summer2010+058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH1sz5N8tdI/AAAAAAAAAm0/jZwWjsAgN-w/s1600/summer2010+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511681157759808978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH1sz5N8tdI/AAAAAAAAAm0/jZwWjsAgN-w/s400/summer2010+073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH1sCy1uApI/AAAAAAAAAms/Lh4MbOu8AxY/s1600/summer2010+079.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH1sCy1uApI/AAAAAAAAAms/Lh4MbOu8AxY/s400/summer2010+079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH1sCXgCBwI/AAAAAAAAAmk/B6kk54sjipc/s1600/summer2010+088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511680306895259394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH1sCXgCBwI/AAAAAAAAAmk/B6kk54sjipc/s400/summer2010+088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH1sBjfEuqI/AAAAAAAAAmc/w9absfwyxes/s1600/summer2010+089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511680292932598434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH1sBjfEuqI/AAAAAAAAAmc/w9absfwyxes/s400/summer2010+089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We enjoyed a visit from Grandma Scott, Aunt Debbi, Koben, Iris and Amara. 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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH1itCHQNWI/AAAAAAAAAmM/07pJRVvDXBE/s1600/summer2010+103.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH1itCHQNWI/AAAAAAAAAmM/07pJRVvDXBE/s400/summer2010+103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH1iNlSeQTI/AAAAAAAAAl0/dAUavOAHd8E/s1600/summer2010+140.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH1iNlSeQTI/AAAAAAAAAl0/dAUavOAHd8E/s400/summer2010+140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We spent a day at the Gateway in Salt Lake City, playing in the fountains and shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH1fyTjAa0I/AAAAAAAAAls/RS9_fc5r9dI/s1600/summer2010+150.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH1fyTjAa0I/AAAAAAAAAls/RS9_fc5r9dI/s400/summer2010+150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mayley is such a trooper...she was content just being pushed around in the stroller all summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH1fyMh-k5I/AAAAAAAAAlk/AsqnB0XF11s/s1600/summer2010+147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511666834933191570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH1fyMh-k5I/AAAAAAAAAlk/AsqnB0XF11s/s400/summer2010+147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH1fxgufbQI/AAAAAAAAAlc/dCVWv0GcACg/s1600/summer2010+146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511666823174515970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH1fxgufbQI/AAAAAAAAAlc/dCVWv0GcACg/s400/summer2010+146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH1fxNL9i_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/0-v3jABBKGg/s1600/summer2010+149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511666817929415666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH1fxNL9i_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/0-v3jABBKGg/s400/summer2010+149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colby and Taylor took swim lessons...Ryan and Mayley enjoyed watching them and swimming in the outdoor pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/THrqSbycTQI/AAAAAAAAAlA/naNN1jmmG_M/s1600/new+camera+078.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/THrqSbycTQI/AAAAAAAAAlA/naNN1jmmG_M/s400/new+camera+078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colby doing the back stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/THrp4ZJiZUI/AAAAAAAAAkw/MnYDaURGpqM/s1600/new+camera+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/THrp4ZJiZUI/AAAAAAAAAkw/MnYDaURGpqM/s400/new+camera+033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor practicing his kicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/THrp3osPPDI/AAAAAAAAAko/N6KLdqN4ikk/s1600/new+camera+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/THrp3osPPDI/AAAAAAAAAko/N6KLdqN4ikk/s400/new+camera+018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Colby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/THrp2T1yUTI/AAAAAAAAAkY/4s7E_jTZfzg/s1600/new+camera+080.JPG"&gt;&lt;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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/THrp2T1yUTI/AAAAAAAAAkY/4s7E_jTZfzg/s400/new+camera+080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and Mayley. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-987715297698056403?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/987715297698056403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=987715297698056403&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/987715297698056403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/987715297698056403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-we-spent-our-summer.html' title='How we spent our SUMMER'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH23Ovv1UrI/AAAAAAAAAns/UwnXttPKPpo/s72-c/new+camera+104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-1275301295309623994</id><published>2010-05-14T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T20:55:34.747-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><title type='text'>I'll NEVER say that to my kids....</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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....&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;"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!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the words left her mouth, I burst into uncontrollable laughter...Daniel uncontrollable sobbing.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes...your kids leave you speechless...sometimes they bring you to say things you really wish you wouldn't have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-1275301295309623994?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/1275301295309623994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=1275301295309623994&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/1275301295309623994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/1275301295309623994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2010/05/ill-never-say-that-to-my-kids.html' title='I&apos;ll NEVER say that to my kids....'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-4934587413310970872</id><published>2010-05-09T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T11:50:27.951-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothers day 2010'/><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469342920102414562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S-cCaHOAiOI/AAAAAAAAAio/a3lJH7KwS4I/s400/may+2010+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taylor wasn't sure he wanted to do a mother's day picture :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469342930835536098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S-cCavM--OI/AAAAAAAAAiw/-ENDstOSzE4/s400/may+2010+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-4934587413310970872?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/4934587413310970872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=4934587413310970872&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/4934587413310970872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/4934587413310970872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S-cCaHOAiOI/AAAAAAAAAio/a3lJH7KwS4I/s72-c/may+2010+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-4175024085782132551</id><published>2010-05-03T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T17:32:56.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mayley'/><title type='text'>4 Months Already?!?!!!</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467184674593618402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S99XfsKcueI/AAAAAAAAAig/OWLCboImx_4/s400/mayley+may+2,2010+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At four Months you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;weigh 15 lbs.9 oz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;smile at anyone who will talk to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*have started giggling and squealing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Drink 6oz. at a time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*are sleeping 8 hours a night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*would rather sit up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*drool until your shirt is soaked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*are a "mommy's girl" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my personal favorite...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*still like to snuggle when your tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-4175024085782132551?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/4175024085782132551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=4175024085782132551&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/4175024085782132551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/4175024085782132551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2010/05/4-months-already.html' title='4 Months Already?!?!!!'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S99XfsKcueI/AAAAAAAAAig/OWLCboImx_4/s72-c/mayley+may+2,2010+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-3592356898496053966</id><published>2010-04-28T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T16:41:06.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This one is for Aunt Debbi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S9jG6TQETWI/AAAAAAAAAiY/rWjW7fJvcXo/s1600/my+camera+2009-april+2010+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465336852716473698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S9jG6TQETWI/AAAAAAAAAiY/rWjW7fJvcXo/s400/my+camera+2009-april+2010+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465336844360673314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S9jG50H46CI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/2I7UALcYgB8/s400/my+camera+2009-april+2010+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ryan says when she looks at him like this she is saying "Seriously Ryan ?!???"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-3592356898496053966?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/3592356898496053966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=3592356898496053966&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/3592356898496053966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/3592356898496053966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-one-is-for-aunt-debbi.html' title='This one is for Aunt Debbi'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S9jG6TQETWI/AAAAAAAAAiY/rWjW7fJvcXo/s72-c/my+camera+2009-april+2010+049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-6693844606943714452</id><published>2010-04-17T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T17:30:08.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make you go hmmmmmm......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S8pOtzU_NnI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/WVYLrm1lA6s/s1600/april+2010+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461264046919464562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S8pOtzU_NnI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/WVYLrm1lA6s/s400/april+2010+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461264073094610754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S8pOvU1oP0I/AAAAAAAAAhY/-d7adEGZRTA/s400/april+2010+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colby thinks this is 'a couple' tootsie rolls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461264087864793842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S8pOwL3HWvI/AAAAAAAAAhg/1jFfFnaGScc/s400/april+2010+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is were Taylor puts the stickers from his apples. (this is just outside our back door )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461266967426803154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S8pRXzEMpdI/AAAAAAAAAho/TR2DvHml_Tg/s400/april+2010+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-6693844606943714452?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/6693844606943714452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=6693844606943714452&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/6693844606943714452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/6693844606943714452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2010/04/things-that-make-you-go-hmmmmmm.html' title='Things that make you go hmmmmmm......'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S8pOtzU_NnI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/WVYLrm1lA6s/s72-c/april+2010+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-7772205303317090928</id><published>2010-03-25T09:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T10:18:46.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Mayley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S6uR1JqVBWI/AAAAAAAAAgY/V57auLOKdr0/s1600/495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452612116174669154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S6uR1JqVBWI/AAAAAAAAAgY/V57auLOKdr0/s400/495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love how she is clinging to her dad's shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454430398116781218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S7IHjFvX3KI/AAAAAAAAAgg/7RZFyfjrHyo/s400/march+2010+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454430409408374066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S7IHjvzf5TI/AAAAAAAAAgo/XGVU27elm0g/s400/march+2010+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And feel asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454430494247925522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S7IHor20txI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Bm5sgNaiEpY/s400/march+2010+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454430471662396130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S7IHnXuA4uI/AAAAAAAAAgw/jzy_WAfbGJM/s400/march+2010+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Taylor loves to hold Mayley and watch T.V. in the morning&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And last but not least a couple of pictures of Mayley in her blessing dress.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;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...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454430503081378018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S7IHpMw4gOI/AAAAAAAAAhA/mcrUMxXTIMY/s400/march+2010+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454437344381350786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S7IN3al5s4I/AAAAAAAAAhI/q4cfGTAUtb4/s400/march+2010+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-7772205303317090928?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/7772205303317090928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=7772205303317090928&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/7772205303317090928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/7772205303317090928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2010/03/more-mayley.html' title='More Mayley'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S6uR1JqVBWI/AAAAAAAAAgY/V57auLOKdr0/s72-c/495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-6199830584415393624</id><published>2010-03-16T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T12:48:43.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><title type='text'>Colby and the tooth fairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S6KCelbriBI/AAAAAAAAAf0/8CAr4O5HSWw/s1600-h/493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450061961027618834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S6KCelbriBI/AAAAAAAAAf0/8CAr4O5HSWw/s400/493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Wade went to place money uner his pillow this is the note he found:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;( I tried to take a picture of the actual lettter but it didn't show up very well)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To: Tooth Fairy                        From : Colby Earl Lindley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"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)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wade and I had a good little chuckle over it and tucked it away to put in his memory book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning I awoke to Wade holding THIS letter and laughing so hard he could barely speak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disclaimer: The material you are about to read is not made up. ( trust me I couldn't make this stuff up.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To: The tooth Fairy                                       From: Colby Earl Lindley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" 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."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are happy to report that Colby lost yet another tooth this week and it made it safely under his pillow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-6199830584415393624?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/6199830584415393624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=6199830584415393624&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/6199830584415393624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/6199830584415393624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2010/03/colby-and-tooth-fairy.html' title='Colby and the tooth fairy'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S6KCelbriBI/AAAAAAAAAf0/8CAr4O5HSWw/s72-c/493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-5954252324672343221</id><published>2010-03-05T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T18:09:36.964-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mayley'/><title type='text'>mayley at 2 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S5GvHs2EUmI/AAAAAAAAAfs/WkG-Tnq4I4s/s1600-h/mayley+2months+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445325971299521122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S5GvHs2EUmI/AAAAAAAAAfs/WkG-Tnq4I4s/s400/mayley+2months+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She had to get shots today...and that didn't make her happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S5GvHNilEWI/AAAAAAAAAfk/nHlTeh5_buk/s1600-h/mayley+2months+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445325962896281954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S5GvHNilEWI/AAAAAAAAAfk/nHlTeh5_buk/s400/mayley+2months+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All out of Smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;At two months you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* weigh 11pounds 2 ounces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Smile easily when anyone talks to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*are cooing and trying to 'talk'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*easily eat 4oz of milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sleep from 9:30 to 3:30 most nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*lay on my shoulder and snuggle your head under my neck when your tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*hate being cold...baths and changing clothes are definetly not your favorite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*love your brothers to hold you...you save your best smiles for them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-5954252324672343221?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/5954252324672343221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=5954252324672343221&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/5954252324672343221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/5954252324672343221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2010/03/mayley-at-2-months.html' title='mayley at 2 months'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S5GvHs2EUmI/AAAAAAAAAfs/WkG-Tnq4I4s/s72-c/mayley+2months+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-5242186990074850191</id><published>2010-02-18T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T10:51:27.506-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mayley'/><title type='text'>Mommy Rewards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is what keeps me going! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439657590116250258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S32Lwfai8pI/AAAAAAAAAfc/iQEopXb509Q/s400/mayley+feb+2010+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-5242186990074850191?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/5242186990074850191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=5242186990074850191&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/5242186990074850191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/5242186990074850191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2010/02/mommy-rewards.html' title='Mommy Rewards'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S32Lwfai8pI/AAAAAAAAAfc/iQEopXb509Q/s72-c/mayley+feb+2010+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-8955163164201620964</id><published>2010-02-14T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T12:36:21.257-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines day'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S3henkGr0TI/AAAAAAAAAfU/yYI8JuNaw3g/s1600-h/Valentines+day+2010+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438200583849496882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S3henkGr0TI/AAAAAAAAAfU/yYI8JuNaw3g/s400/Valentines+day+2010+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-8955163164201620964?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/8955163164201620964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=8955163164201620964&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/8955163164201620964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/8955163164201620964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S3henkGr0TI/AAAAAAAAAfU/yYI8JuNaw3g/s72-c/Valentines+day+2010+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-8576037210117741079</id><published>2010-02-13T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T13:20:26.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Mayley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mayley is 6 weeks old today. The time is passing so quickly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437839616605666178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S3cWUgVTu4I/AAAAAAAAAfE/DdEfrZTpQ8A/s400/mayley+6+weeks+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437839631595032594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S3cWVYLDUBI/AAAAAAAAAfM/_apk9j96tUs/s400/mayley+6+weeks+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I have to say...we are doing our best to enjoy EVERY minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-8576037210117741079?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/8576037210117741079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=8576037210117741079&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/8576037210117741079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/8576037210117741079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2010/02/more-mayley.html' title='More Mayley'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S3cWUgVTu4I/AAAAAAAAAfE/DdEfrZTpQ8A/s72-c/mayley+6+weeks+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-3022457950248711</id><published>2010-02-10T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T13:22:35.562-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><title type='text'>8 Is GREAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S3MfY7hW9uI/AAAAAAAAAeM/-gyJqrgRIAY/s1600-h/wades+camera+413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436723688321251042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S3MfY7hW9uI/AAAAAAAAAeM/-gyJqrgRIAY/s320/wades+camera+413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jazz game. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S3Mfa4JTCmI/AAAAAAAAAek/zPrInJjInlk/s1600-h/colbys+baptisim+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436723721774762594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S3Mfa4JTCmI/AAAAAAAAAek/zPrInJjInlk/s320/colbys+baptisim+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S3MfaEJQ9PI/AAAAAAAAAec/iWMpole086I/s1600-h/colbys+baptisim+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436723707815982322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S3MfaEJQ9PI/AAAAAAAAAec/iWMpole086I/s320/colbys+baptisim+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Colby is such a sweet boy and we are so grateful he is part of our family!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-3022457950248711?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/3022457950248711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=3022457950248711&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/3022457950248711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/3022457950248711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2010/02/8-is-great.html' title='8 Is GREAT'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S3MfY7hW9uI/AAAAAAAAAeM/-gyJqrgRIAY/s72-c/wades+camera+413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-4987415734663044075</id><published>2010-02-02T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T15:39:31.960-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mayley'/><title type='text'>Readers digest version of our first few weeks as parents of a girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we were released from the hopital and brought her home to three very excited brothers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By tuesday Mayleys bilirubin levels were a little high and she spent three days laying on this bilibed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433759294417770610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S2iXSfq_mHI/AAAAAAAAAc0/kdszHCHWGJc/s320/wades+camera+385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433759302747714578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S2iXS-tAdBI/AAAAAAAAAc8/kwe--O0Z0yk/s320/wades+camera+389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That night was extremely foggy and they couldn't send the helicopter so they transported her via ambulance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433759314633076226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S2iXTq-srgI/AAAAAAAAAdE/sMDXGSGjtUo/s320/wades+camera+392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433766617577755378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S2id8wkZEvI/AAAAAAAAAdc/B4eGKUBvcZM/s320/wades+camera+402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday Janurary 17th they were able to take her off the ventilator and I was able to hold her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433772545694904194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S2ijV0hqL4I/AAAAAAAAAds/fIojAn46qGc/s320/wades+camera+408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Later that afternoon they moved her to the pediatric floor where we remained until Thursday, when we were able to bring her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433779556442446450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S2ipt5mIGnI/AAAAAAAAAd0/-7_IsCX36Es/s320/wades+camera+421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433779567237203874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S2ipuhzzB6I/AAAAAAAAAd8/dwTlqegxBMw/s320/wades+camera+424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433779576128309634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S2ipvC7miYI/AAAAAAAAAeE/GTPzb-Joo9M/s320/wades+camera+435.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Mayley 1 month old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-4987415734663044075?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/4987415734663044075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=4987415734663044075&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/4987415734663044075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/4987415734663044075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2010/02/readers-digest-version-of-our-first-few.html' title='Readers digest version of our first few weeks as parents of a girl.'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/S2iXSfq_mHI/AAAAAAAAAc0/kdszHCHWGJc/s72-c/wades+camera+385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-8503416728282498707</id><published>2009-09-08T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T12:48:03.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Our AUGUST in pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Our August included 1) A Visit from Matt, Debbi, Koben Iris and Amara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SqauruLbWnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lczghsPOXeY/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379178871094205042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SqauruLbWnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lczghsPOXeY/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan holding Amara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SqaurEE-TnI/AAAAAAAAAcA/8b4KzbKXDt8/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379178859792846450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SqaurEE-TnI/AAAAAAAAAcA/8b4KzbKXDt8/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan, Taylor, Koben and Colby sleeping in the Family Room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/Sqauqm9_gxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-Lf2IflGEUE/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379178851978937106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/Sqauqm9_gxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-Lf2IflGEUE/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor, Koben Ryan and Colby with their Lego creations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SqaupyD_RMI/AAAAAAAAAbw/KqPCe6aIZiE/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379178837777007810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SqaupyD_RMI/AAAAAAAAAbw/KqPCe6aIZiE/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Koben and Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/Sqaupe3Yt6I/AAAAAAAAAbo/3AJ9wrUyvdc/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379178832623876002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/Sqaupe3Yt6I/AAAAAAAAAbo/3AJ9wrUyvdc/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colby holding Amara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379182436842082594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/Sqax7Rn-ESI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/MF1dHeAgmxA/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iris playing with Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2)The boys headed back to school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379182459899283794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/Sqax8nhPCVI/AAAAAAAAAcg/M7CWlzHXy9M/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379182445912003074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/Sqax7zaaEgI/AAAAAAAAAcY/yEnqMcSojrQ/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379182469297863042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/Sqax9KiB-YI/AAAAAAAAAco/9wL2p2unIA8/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3) The Ultrasound Revealed : IT"S A GIRL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-8503416728282498707?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/8503416728282498707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=8503416728282498707&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/8503416728282498707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/8503416728282498707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-august-in-pictures.html' title='Our AUGUST in pictures'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SqauruLbWnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lczghsPOXeY/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-4752413906417107776</id><published>2009-07-31T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:19:20.430-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><title type='text'>A Camping we will go</title><content type='html'>Last week we snuck away for a quick camping trip. We are so fortunate to have a camp ground just 15 minutes away. It's close and yet once your there, you still get the total camping experience. It's perfect for us. And the boys LOVE to go camping. They had fun doing the usual shooting of B-B guns, playing in the creek, making s'mores and hiking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365503112466149682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SnYYpzPMMTI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/aeb-TOv4xIk/s320/550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ryan and Colby shooting b-b guns&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365503121777908130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SnYYqV7SWaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/dfH7PIyQ7h4/s320/551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Taylor shooting his b-b gun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365503127976624386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SnYYqtBLQQI/AAAAAAAAAag/XbM7Lq1Kxbo/s320/556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Taylor's one handed shot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365504802596307298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SnYaMLdnwWI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ueuTebGe_Bg/s320/560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Taylor, ready for a 4- wheeler ride&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365504796754965922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SnYaL1s79aI/AAAAAAAAAbI/b5s_7CeKlxA/s320/563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dad with Ryan and Colby&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365505810337868434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SnYbG1l7qpI/AAAAAAAAAbg/it0QllAYvl0/s320/569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Taylor watching a movie on Dad's ipod&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365505805258476482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SnYbGiq6S8I/AAAAAAAAAbY/4TSMeu-B7vg/s320/568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ryan and Colby watching a movie on the bunk bed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365504787938803074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SnYaLU2__YI/AAAAAAAAAbA/pGp0l3fnebo/s320/578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ryan and Colby playing in the Creek&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365504778381474146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SnYaKxQWuWI/AAAAAAAAAa4/g_8631u8BZQ/s320/577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Taylor wading in the Creek&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365504770785506546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SnYaKU9VdPI/AAAAAAAAAaw/8w4gAW_X3NM/s320/573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wade, Colby, Taylor and Ryan on our hike&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365503137087026530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SnYYrO9Q9WI/AAAAAAAAAao/0qsLbQYENtA/s320/557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The boys playing games on the picnic table&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-4752413906417107776?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/4752413906417107776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=4752413906417107776&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/4752413906417107776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/4752413906417107776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2009/07/camping-we-will-go.html' title='A Camping we will go'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SnYYpzPMMTI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/aeb-TOv4xIk/s72-c/550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-8169552946932928545</id><published>2009-07-06T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:13:54.778-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th of July'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visits'/><title type='text'>Visit from Grandpa and Grandma Scott</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents came from Las Vegas to spend a couple of days with us. We enjoyed having them here and while our weekend was low key and uneventful we had a great time. The boys thought is was great to take Grandma and Grandpa to the farm and let them feed the calves. Grandma and Grandpa were great sports. Friday night we cooked and had dinner outside on the patio, then we did s'mores and waited for it to get dark enough to do fireworks. Unfortunately, by the time it was dark it was too windy to do the fireworks so they had to be postponed until Saturday.  Grandpa and Grandma left on Saturday at about 2:00 to catch their flight back to Las Vegas, the boys moped around and then finally settled down and watch a couple of the movies their grandparents brought for them. Then later that night we were able to light fireworks. The boys loved lighting the fireworks and running away before they went off. Wade and I enjoyed watching them and how excited they were about EVERYTHING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355405749656777090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SlI5J7hgcYI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ypclthrTw5Y/s320/DSC01050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Gramdma  feeding the calves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355405756024790098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SlI5KTPwnFI/AAAAAAAAAZo/AwlL2no5CmI/s320/DSC01060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Grandpa feeding the calves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355406831639055682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SlI6I6OLzUI/AAAAAAAAAaI/7JiihOYcImY/s320/DSC01067.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Colby and Taylor lighting fireworks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355405769058876258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SlI5LDzU-2I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/QfcsdDRM3CI/s320/DSC01066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wade, Taylor and Ryan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355405762123118210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SlI5Kp9ttoI/AAAAAAAAAZw/LRy0Eok2B9Q/s320/DSC01061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ryan posing with his sparklers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-8169552946932928545?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/8169552946932928545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=8169552946932928545&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/8169552946932928545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/8169552946932928545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2009/07/visit-from-grandpa-and-grandma-scott.html' title='Visit from Grandpa and Grandma Scott'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SlI5J7hgcYI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ypclthrTw5Y/s72-c/DSC01050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-3057838710871567966</id><published>2009-06-30T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:20:05.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My FARM boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353335841268024338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SkrelZ4lxBI/AAAAAAAAAZI/mXyTsaIyh7A/s320/DSC01046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't raised on a farm and all of this is still kind of a novelty to me. And while I don't like the smell, the way it attracts fly's, or all the dirt and mess that come with it... what I do love is watching my boys learn to work, and for the most part, actually enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353335855706225746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SkremPq7PFI/AAAAAAAAAZY/SpJ52AsLcSU/s320/DSC01036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Colby and Taylor Feeding their Calves&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353335848343796674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/Skrel0Ple8I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/xjaub_Hvwe0/s320/DSC01044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ryan moving pipe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353335827169209442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SkreklXK7GI/AAAAAAAAAY4/OuyMg9PRWNI/s320/DSC01043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Colby moving pipe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353335833035802850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/Skrek7N4COI/AAAAAAAAAZA/1hIeHX3zQ1Q/s320/DSC01041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Taylor moving pipe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-3057838710871567966?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/3057838710871567966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=3057838710871567966&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/3057838710871567966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/3057838710871567966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-farm-boys.html' title='My FARM boys'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SkrelZ4lxBI/AAAAAAAAAZI/mXyTsaIyh7A/s72-c/DSC01046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-4411796092179033148</id><published>2009-06-26T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T08:31:46.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>Exciting news</title><content type='html'>Our lives are pretty low key. And while I love my life and am mostly grateful for the mundane,(it beats the alternative). I also love the rare occasion that we have something exciting to share.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We recently found out we are expecting. And while I don't love morning/(more like all day) sickness or complete exhaustion. I do love the thought of having a baby. The boys have been so cute and so excited... it's made the whole experience even that much more fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the due date is January 17th ( colby's birthday). And while the chance of having it on that date is VERY unlikely... I was concerned about poor Colby having to share his birthday. When I asked him what he thought of having a baby on his birthday he said " that would be a great birthday present."   Once again my children manage to take my breath away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-4411796092179033148?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/4411796092179033148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=4411796092179033148&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/4411796092179033148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/4411796092179033148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2009/06/exciting-news.html' title='Exciting news'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-8242348202060303802</id><published>2009-06-05T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T15:05:01.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>top 16 things that have happened in the past 16 weeks since we blogged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay, I know I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; pathetic. Has it really been 16 whole weeks since I posted. Yikes! You know it's been a long time since you posted when your friends start doing updates about your life on their blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So while our life has been quite boring, okay, maybe not BORING... maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; uneventful I will make a small attempt to update you with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;happenings&lt;/span&gt; of the past several weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not ranking these events in order of importance or status in our lives...but merely as a calendaring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Ryan and Colby finished their basketball season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Then they started Soccer (which kept getting delayed due to snow )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Grandpa and Grandma Scott came and visited over spring break and throughly spoiled the boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Wade went to a class and earned his permit to carry a concealed weapon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. We purchased 2.72 acres of farm land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. I was released from the activities Committee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. And called as the 2nd Counselor in the Relief Society Presidency&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Ryan and Colby finished their soccer season&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. and started Baseball.... which (not surprisingly ) was delayed for rain, hail and thunderstorms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Ryan's class wrote and preformed an opera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Taylor loves the Tractors and the Farm. Anytime Wade moves he asks "Dad, are you going to the Farm? Can I go with you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Wade purchased three newborn calves for the boys to bottle feed. So far they have loved doing the twice daily feedings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. The boys decided to give their calves names. Taylor named his Theodore,  Colby's is Larry and Ryan's is Dexter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Ryan and Colby 'graduated' from 3rd and 1st grade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.We thought about going camping, but,it rained so the next evening we did tin foil dinners in the fire pit and the boys slept in the trailer in the backyard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I finally changed the valentine background off our blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-8242348202060303802?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/8242348202060303802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=8242348202060303802&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/8242348202060303802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/8242348202060303802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2009/06/top-16-things-that-have-happened-in.html' title='top 16 things that have happened in the past 16 weeks since we blogged'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-1928707188743073289</id><published>2009-02-06T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T19:43:02.289-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monthly update'/><title type='text'>January Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SYzy9BJexgI/AAAAAAAAAXs/6nQsPRz9z9I/s1600-h/DSC00619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299877991602374146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SYzy9BJexgI/AAAAAAAAAXs/6nQsPRz9z9I/s320/DSC00619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Colby lost his 2nd tooth, during a basketball game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Luckily, it was while he was on the bench and not actually playing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299878007393773938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SYzy97-caXI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Ug1NT8baoHs/s320/DSC00632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ryan had his poem selected to be published.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299877995849753538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SYzy9Q-Io8I/AAAAAAAAAX0/C955VnOjvjM/s320/DSC00627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taylor went to his first birthday party. Left early, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;came home, and had his own 'Party for one'. He's kind of a home body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299878001464462290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SYzy9l4yS9I/AAAAAAAAAX8/_pfG2uGT1BY/s320/DSC00630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The boys found an old Pac Man game of Wade's and had fun trying it out...after the Wii though...they decided this wasn't nearly as exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299878011579479618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SYzy-LkZNkI/AAAAAAAAAYM/pRMG2gOtd2A/s320/DSC00813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Colby enjoyed his 7th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299893259555640850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SY0A1utNFhI/AAAAAAAAAYU/eGW8ZvRWgCE/s320/DSC00836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colby earned 'student of the week' and had lunch with the pricipal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299893266556942626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SY0A2IyceSI/AAAAAAAAAYk/rxSpNQ0gr8I/s320/DSC00861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ryan took first place in his class spelling bee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299893258670226578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SY0A1raGvJI/AAAAAAAAAYc/vh65wsGATXs/s320/DSC00847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It rained as much as it snowed, but Taylor made the best of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-1928707188743073289?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/1928707188743073289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=1928707188743073289&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/1928707188743073289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/1928707188743073289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2009/02/january-update.html' title='January Update'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SYzy9BJexgI/AAAAAAAAAXs/6nQsPRz9z9I/s72-c/DSC00619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-568120577837423810</id><published>2009-01-22T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T09:04:30.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 7th Birthday Colby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SXif1VyphCI/AAAAAAAAAWc/eKij4mVwH5s/s1600-h/DSC00733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294157100705481762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SXif1VyphCI/AAAAAAAAAWc/eKij4mVwH5s/s320/DSC00733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week we celebrated Colby's 7th birthday. We kicked of the weekend with a party with a few of his friends at the Cache Valley Fun Park, where they enjoyed bowling, pizza, cake and icecream and I enjoyed having someone else clean up the mess! We all had a great time as you can see in the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294157084577999330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SXif0ZtjqeI/AAAAAAAAAWM/SWcUN9PN0Qw/s320/DSC00651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294159086905333298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SXiho89mFjI/AAAAAAAAAWs/YsDU0WlO41s/s320/DSC00715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294159091528363714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SXihpOLz7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/YUPV0Yn7gng/s320/DSC00759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294159098910500210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SXihppr2ZXI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ugdaqvYfpNg/s320/DSC00760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294157106624095490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SXif1r1wZQI/AAAAAAAAAWk/qatnAYtE5w4/s320/DSC00768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294159102194622626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SXihp162IKI/AAAAAAAAAXE/LAnc4yK6T_4/s320/DSC00769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then Saturday we enjoyed a quieter evening at home.  Grandpa and Grandma Lindley joined us for dinner. Thenwe finished the evenign with brownie sudae's, opening presents and playing the Wii.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294161454383866930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SXijywgdpDI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ITyWCbu7d50/s320/DSC00778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294161464030085218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SXijzUcTQGI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ei4aC8l42S0/s320/DSC00779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294161478386750626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SXij0J7MlKI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GpiAtDpIJjM/s320/DSC00819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294161469647879170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SXijzpXr_AI/AAAAAAAAAXc/lgpIL6-vd80/s320/DSC00795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-568120577837423810?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/568120577837423810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=568120577837423810&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/568120577837423810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/568120577837423810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-7th-birthday-colby.html' title='Happy 7th Birthday Colby'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SXif1VyphCI/AAAAAAAAAWc/eKij4mVwH5s/s72-c/DSC00733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-2783185392366257244</id><published>2009-01-04T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:34:42.484-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday happenings'/><title type='text'>Holiday Hiatus</title><content type='html'>I intended to start this post with an apology....but in all honesty...I can't say that I am sorry that my blog has been neglected for the past several weeks. We have been enjoying what one might refer to as a Holiday Hiatus of sorts. We traveled to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas for Thanksgiving break and enjoyed several days of being spoiled by my Mom's hospitality and holiday goodies. (it's just not the holiday's without peanut butter fudge and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chex&lt;/span&gt; mix). We then returned and enjoyed a wonderfully relaxing Christmas. Some of the highlights were:  our 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; annual Christmas Eve Seafood dinner. Last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;year&lt;/span&gt; we decided to celebrate C&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hristmas&lt;/span&gt; Eve with Wade's parents by hosting a seafood dinner in our home. It was such a huge hit we brought it back for round two this year. Our Holiday feast included shrimp scampi, lobster tail and crab legs along with stuffed mushrooms, twice baked potatoes, vegetables and garlic cheese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;biscuts&lt;/span&gt;. Then Grandma and Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lindley&lt;/span&gt; joined us again C&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hristmas&lt;/span&gt; morning to watch the boys open their presents and enjoy a breakfast of peach french toast.We later enjoyed a Christmas dinner of prime rib, grandma's famous shredded cream potatoes and spaghetti squash. We spent the next several days in our pj's challenging each other on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; and games we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;recieved&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;As with most things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;in life&lt;/span&gt;...all good things must come to an end. Tomorrow life resumes... but not without some great memories and a few extra pounds.&lt;br /&gt;One regret I do have... I was enjoying 'the moments' so much... I didn't capture them on film.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-2783185392366257244?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/2783185392366257244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=2783185392366257244&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/2783185392366257244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/2783185392366257244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2009/01/holiday-hiatus.html' title='Holiday Hiatus'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-5431892427614242295</id><published>2008-11-14T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T17:39:09.040-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yummy recipes'/><title type='text'>Butternut Squash Soup</title><content type='html'>We tried this new soup last week and it was a huge hit. (Even Colby liked it! and normally he won't touch squash.) They liked it so much we are having it again tonight. So for all you squash lovers out there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Butternut Squash Soup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3lbs. unpeeled butternut squash, halved and seeded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2lrg. onions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1small garlic bulb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1/4 c. olive oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 t. thyme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3 c. chicken broth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1/2c. whipping cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3t. parsley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1/2 t. salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1/4 t. pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cut squash into large pieces. Place cut side up in baking pan. Cut onion into fourths and place in baking pan. Then add one peeled garlic bulb. Brush lightly with oil; Sprinkle with thyme. Cover tightly and bake at 350 for 1-1/2 to 2 hours or until veggies are tender. Remove peel from squash. Combine veggies, broth and cream in small batches in a blender or food processor until smooth; transfer to sauce pan. Add parsley, salt and pepper: heat through do not boil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-5431892427614242295?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/5431892427614242295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=5431892427614242295&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/5431892427614242295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/5431892427614242295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/11/butternut-squash-soup.html' title='Butternut Squash Soup'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-7304443457545192610</id><published>2008-11-05T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:09:59.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 'the kids are back in school' projects</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SRHfHq69XUI/AAAAAAAAAUc/bVLkLwH-P9o/s1600-h/fall+projects001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265234762246479170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SRHfHq69XUI/AAAAAAAAAUc/bVLkLwH-P9o/s320/fall+projects001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project #1  Sand, restain and varnish this end table. I started it several weeks ago...but it is a work in progress... I do much better with projects I can start and finish in a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265234848363156402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SRHfMruxk7I/AAAAAAAAAUk/vGwQf6MNmJg/s320/fall+projects002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Project #2 Dejunk my downstair and make a trip to the D.I.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265234873149920386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SRHfOIEZlII/AAAAAAAAAUs/FsZk9hOZXiA/s320/fall+projects003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Project #3 My sister Debbi actually inspired this project. Since Ryan was about 2 we have tried to write down the cute and funny things our boys say, up until now we have just kept them on sheet of paper in thier baby books... Now they are in books that we can all look at and they are much easier for me to keep up with. The boys had a great time last night looking through them and we all had lots of laughs remebering the funny and cute things they've said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-7304443457545192610?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/7304443457545192610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=7304443457545192610&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/7304443457545192610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/7304443457545192610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-kids-are-back-in-school-projects.html' title='My &apos;the kids are back in school&apos; projects'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SRHfHq69XUI/AAAAAAAAAUc/bVLkLwH-P9o/s72-c/fall+projects001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-7354439570798854418</id><published>2008-11-02T18:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:50:24.899-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween 2008'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SQ9Uuk1V04I/AAAAAAAAAUU/9Mjvz2z7KTI/s1600-h/walk+to+school+day+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264519648557519746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SQ9Uuk1V04I/AAAAAAAAAUU/9Mjvz2z7KTI/s320/walk+to+school+day+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SQ9Ut3sacgI/AAAAAAAAAUM/olw-VR_3gUo/s1600-h/walk+to+school+day+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264519636440478210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SQ9Ut3sacgI/AAAAAAAAAUM/olw-VR_3gUo/s320/walk+to+school+day+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SQ9UtqLNvSI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Ex1Gv42zXts/s1600-h/walk+to+school+day+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264519632811572514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SQ9UtqLNvSI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Ex1Gv42zXts/s320/walk+to+school+day+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great Halloween. The boys loved trick or treating. Taylor even sang the first few lines of 'funky town' to a couple of the homes we visited.  Which of course was a huge hit and made us all smile. Wade made the holiday for me, by carving pumpkins with the boys thursday evening while I went to book club. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-7354439570798854418?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/7354439570798854418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=7354439570798854418&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/7354439570798854418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/7354439570798854418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SQ9Uuk1V04I/AAAAAAAAAUU/9Mjvz2z7KTI/s72-c/walk+to+school+day+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-1508642151782715542</id><published>2008-10-25T20:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:29:34.642-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly mom stuff'/><title type='text'>Mother of the Year Award (NOT) take 2</title><content type='html'>Ryan received an invitation from his scout leaders, Sunday evening, inviting him to dress like a character in his favorite book for his pack meeting on Wednesday. Monday evening Ryan had decided that he wanted to dress like Harry Potter. So Tuesday after school we took a trip to deseret industries to see if we could find a black robe. Taylor informed us upon entering the store that he wanted to go look at the toys. Colby volunteered to go with him while Ryan and I looked for bathrobes. After a few minutes of looking I heard a muffled announcement over the intercom..." Attention all customers, " the rest of the message sounded like the 'teacher' on the peanuts cartoon. Ryan and I found a black, shiny robe that he was happy with...but it was missing the belt... so we went to another part of the store to look through the belts. On our way I told Ryan I was going to check on Colby and Taylor in the toy isle. They weren't there so I went to check for them in the book section. A couple of times while I was wandering around I hear the muffled message again, but I wasn't concerned about what the 'blue light special' was for the day.  Colby and Taylor weren't in the book section either so I found Ryan and told him I was going to the front of the store to look for them. As  I approached the checkout area I heard the message again. "Attention all customers, if you have lost your child please go to register 1". I still wasn't alarmed by the message because I was sure that Colby and Taylor were together and that they weren't lost....that was until, Colby came up behind me and said "Mom, I can't find Taylor."&lt;br /&gt;So I very calmly made my way to register 1. When I approached the register there was a line of  customers waiting to be helped. So I walked to the opposite end in hopes of catching her attention and avoiding the line. But the cashier was flustered and was ignoring my "excuse me  ma'am" So I just stepped to the end of the line.  As I was waiting in line I heard the announcement over the intercom again. Then things got really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady at register 5, calling to lady at register 1, "Isn't that sad?"&lt;br /&gt;Lady at register 1, "Really sad."&lt;br /&gt;Lady at  5, " Some parent doesn't even know they've lost their child"&lt;br /&gt;Lady at 1, " That poor kid"&lt;br /&gt;customer checking out  at 5 " Yeah, Those parents that just let their kids run wild through the store."&lt;br /&gt;At this point,  I was the front of the line and as Lady at 1 made eye contact with me, she must have sensed that I wasn't there to pay for the black robe I was holding and the smile on her face dropped as I said " I heard the announcement about the lost child and I believe he is mine. "&lt;br /&gt;Lady at 5, " Did you hear us?"&lt;br /&gt;Me " yes"&lt;br /&gt;Lady at 5, " I am so sorry ."&lt;br /&gt;Me " You know this little incident has taught me a very valuable lesson. We really shouldn't  judge people. You don't know me... and you don't know anything about the situation... You were just making assumptions about me and what kind of parent you THINK I am. That's whats sad."&lt;br /&gt;She apologized again as she picked up her phone to call for someone to escort me into the 'employee's only" door and into an office to where Taylor sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished our shopping and proceeded to check out 2, which was now open, to pay for our items. As I was paying the lady from register 1 turns around and pats me on the shoulder and says"Don't beat yourself up about it" to which all I could think to say was " Oh, I won't". She looked kind of puzzled as she mumbled " Oh,...Good some people would" and turned to help the next  customer.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure my picture is now hanging in the D.I. With the words "Bad Mother" posted beneath it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-1508642151782715542?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/1508642151782715542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=1508642151782715542&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/1508642151782715542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/1508642151782715542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/10/mother-of-year-award-not-take-2.html' title='Mother of the Year Award (NOT) take 2'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-4075950088824100981</id><published>2008-10-08T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:08:36.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just everyday stuff'/><title type='text'>Walk to School Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254967071320241842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SO1ktZhq9rI/AAAAAAAAATk/QbL5wV8HIcg/s320/walk+to+school+day+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colby's school had their annual 'walk to school day'. Ryan had 'youth 2000' this morning at 8:00...so we sent Ryan off, then Colby, Taylor and I, headed out for the 2-mile walk to school. It was a chilly but beautiful morning and I truly enjoyed the chance to walk and chat about nothing and everything with Colby. Taylor was content all bundled up in the stroller with his milk and pretzels (his favorite snack). It was a great start to our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254969019255627922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SO1meyJqIJI/AAAAAAAAAT8/1O4wmdRUJRQ/s320/walk+to+school+day+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Colby took a picture of Taylor and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254967076375096834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SO1ktsW17gI/AAAAAAAAATs/gsz_GQ9fkzo/s320/walk+to+school+day+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taylor taking a picture of Colby and I. (I know...what was I thinking handing my camera to my 3 year old)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254967080583330146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SO1kt8CKeWI/AAAAAAAAAT0/nt-4ZijmhJo/s320/walk+to+school+day+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Colby and I taking our own picture. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-4075950088824100981?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/4075950088824100981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=4075950088824100981&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/4075950088824100981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/4075950088824100981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/10/walk-to-school-day.html' title='Walk to School Day'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SO1ktZhq9rI/AAAAAAAAATk/QbL5wV8HIcg/s72-c/walk+to+school+day+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-5433788984836332091</id><published>2008-10-06T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:24:44.058-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun moments'/><title type='text'>Picture tag.</title><content type='html'>Rules to this tag. Go to you picture folder and take the 4th picture from the fourth folder and post it on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254230971711750834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SOrHOwy8ArI/AAAAAAAAATc/J2ZhB9J-uK8/s320/DSC00010(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I love this picture. I couldn't find Taylor one morning.... then I looked outside and he was reading the paper in his chair. Just like his Dad likes to do when weather and time allow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag anyone who reads this and is wondering what they could post on their blog today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-5433788984836332091?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/5433788984836332091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=5433788984836332091&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/5433788984836332091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/5433788984836332091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/10/picture-tag.html' title='Picture tag.'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SOrHOwy8ArI/AAAAAAAAATc/J2ZhB9J-uK8/s72-c/DSC00010(4).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-3297380681978950216</id><published>2008-10-06T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T20:39:31.537-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Tag you're it.</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged at least twice and I have procrastinated for way to long. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag #1 Tell 6 unspectacular, quirky things about you or your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I sleep with my feet outside the covers. Wade teases me... because, according to him, I steal the whole blanket... cocoon myself in it... then leave my feet sticking out the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I prefer baths to showers. And I like my water super hot. When I get out my skin is all red... Wade thinks I'm crazy, I have to admit I am...but not because of the bath thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm the 'notebook' queen. I have notebooks for everything. My grocery/ menu list. Notes I take at meetings. Another for notes I taking while reading books. I'm sure there are more I just can't think of them right now. I have a couple friends who tease me mercilessly about my notebooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My own mess is okay...but every other mess drives me insane. I can have a sewing ,craft or scrapbook project overtaking my kitchen. But my husbands 'pile' on top of the fridge will drive me to distraction. my kids shoes and backpacks on the floor have to be cleaned up IMMEDIATELY...but my project strewn across the house is just fine. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.When I get into a good book the rest of my life falls apart. Not every book does this too me. But if I get a good one...look out. Everything else takes a back burner until I've finished the book. And I know that I'd better not start another one until I has some sense of semblance to my life again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I love new socks... and I hate folding socks when I do laundry. I've told Wade before that if money were no object I would never wash and fold socks I would just buy new ones... and when we took our socks off at the end of the day... they would just go in the trash. How quirky is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tagged you all... If you took the time to read this far down you are soooooo tagged !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-3297380681978950216?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/3297380681978950216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=3297380681978950216&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/3297380681978950216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/3297380681978950216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/10/tag-youre-it.html' title='Tag you&apos;re it.'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-4151889081267448624</id><published>2008-10-02T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T10:05:00.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just everyday stuff'/><title type='text'>What did we ever do with out them????????</title><content type='html'>After having my dishwasher down, and doing dishes by hand for 2days... The internet not working for close to a week...and venturing out yesterday and then realizing I didn't have my cell phone with me. It made me wonder...How did we ever live with out them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-4151889081267448624?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/4151889081267448624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=4151889081267448624&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/4151889081267448624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/4151889081267448624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-did-we-ever-do-with-out-them.html' title='What did we ever do with out them????????'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-8529119690352718033</id><published>2008-09-24T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T16:27:20.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yummy things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Yummy Brownie's</title><content type='html'>Okay... If you are doing the lowfat thing...look away now. But if you are like me and having been looking for 'the perfect brownie recipe'... the ooey, gooey, put icecream and whip cream on top of me brownie. My friends.... this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2c. sugar&lt;br /&gt;1c. butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;4 eggs&lt;br /&gt;2t. vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 c. flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. cocoa&lt;br /&gt;1/2t. salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preheat oven to 350. Cream butter and sugar together. add eggs and vanilla, mix well. In a separate bowl mix flour, cocoa,and salt together. Slowly stir into cream mixture until well mixed. Pour into a greased 9x13 pan. Bake for 20-30 minutes or until toothpick comes out clean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-8529119690352718033?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/8529119690352718033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=8529119690352718033&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/8529119690352718033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/8529119690352718033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/09/yummy-brownies.html' title='Yummy Brownie&apos;s'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-4022443240489685545</id><published>2008-09-21T18:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:51:04.708-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being the mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><title type='text'>Balancing act.... gone wrong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: " oh, Colby it's bleeding...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ryan: "MOM, Colby is bleeding!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I slowly place the book I was reading on the back of the couch and make my way downstairs, to see Ryan racing from the bathroom with toilet paper for Colby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me : "WHAT HAPPENED??????"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Colby: howling.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I then observe that Colby is holding the tissue on his forehead....not the nosebleeds we usually encounter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: "WHAT WERE YOU DOING?????"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Colby: (he is stark naked ,mind you, because he had just gotten out of the tub.) "I was standing on that basketball and it slipped and I hit my head on the dresser."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: "Let me see the cut. WHY WERE YOU STANDING ON THE BASKETBALL?????"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I carefully pry the tissue of his wound. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: " Ryan, please go get your Dad... Tell him Colby cut his forehead and I need to know if I need to take him for stitches."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm standing there, I had washed my face for the day.... I'm wearing cut off shorts and an old t-shirt.... my hair has definitely seen better days...and I am on the brink of sheer exhaustion... I know that the cut is bad enough that he probably should get stitches... but I am hoping with all that I am that Wade will come to the rescue and tell me it isn't that bad. By now Colby is really howling and upon hearing the words stitches and emergency room.... has all but started to hyperventilate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wade walks in... fortunately he is, and always has been, the calm in my storm. Somehow he can remain calm and even witty under these kinds of circumstances. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: (annoyed) " He was trying to balance on his basketball and ...look, does he need stitches?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wade: "Ah, that's not too bad..We are done with this emergency room thing... I am going to stock up our first aid kit... and we are not running to the emergency room anymore. He's a boy... scars are cool when your a boy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And with that Colby stopped howling... because he realized he wasn't going to have to go get stitches and I was relieved that I didn't have to make another trip to the emergency room looking like something the cat drug home. Wade doctored him up and we all went to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Colby was a little concerned about hving to go to school the next day... until Wade convinced him how cool his scar was going to look. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These are the moments I wonder if I was cut out to be a mother of boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248655150638524354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SNb4DQpVZ8I/AAAAAAAAATI/XPN-O8125SI/s320/colby%27s+cut+2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Colby...thinking about having to go to school with his fresh wound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248655159849840546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SNb4Dy9e76I/AAAAAAAAATQ/TeGHdOaj64A/s320/colby%27s+cut+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Colby after his Dad convinced him 'scars are cool'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-4022443240489685545?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/4022443240489685545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=4022443240489685545&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/4022443240489685545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/4022443240489685545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/09/balancing-act-gone-wrong.html' title='Balancing act.... gone wrong.'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SNb4DQpVZ8I/AAAAAAAAATI/XPN-O8125SI/s72-c/colby%27s+cut+2008+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-8455512779804515108</id><published>2008-09-14T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T18:48:39.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back to school'/><title type='text'>Back in the Saddle again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I love, love, love Summer and the freedom from schedules it brings... I have to admit... by the end of August I am ready for a little routine and scheduling back in my life. I mean one can only handle the 'no structure' lifestyle for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time of year (more than January) is my goal setting time... my time to evaluate my life and set challenges for myself and design my new list of 'projects'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246055066298152562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SM27SbrW9nI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Z_abpEPq0gM/s320/back+to+school+and+ryans+b-day003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan and Colby started school on August 21st. Ryan was thrilled to move to a new school that is closer and gives him the freedom to ride his bike to and from school . He has a group of 4or 5 other boys he meets up with each morning. He loves his new teacher and the excitement of being at a new school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246055060717368690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SM27SG4y9XI/AAAAAAAAAPk/U6sLJNF0Et8/s320/back+to+school+and+ryans+b-day001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colby loves riding the bus and is glad to be in school all day as a 1/2 day just wasn't enough for him. He loves being able to have lunch at school and being able to have computers, music and art classes added to his curriculum. He too, loves his new teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taylor loves spending his days playing with Jace ( the little boy I watch during the school year). We have finally reached the point where the hard work of having two tiny ones all day has paid off. The hardest part of my day now, is the hour between when Ryan and Colby leave for school and Jace arrives, and the two hours when Jace naps and Taylor doesn't have a buddy to play with. He comes in every 5 minutes for the whole two hours and says "Jace awake yet".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spend one morning a week doing an excercise class for little kids while their moms go to aerobics at the recreation center here in Smithfield, and have made several trips to the park and library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246055923181142370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SM28ET0LwWI/AAAAAAAAAP0/hZfJIwgdvpU/s320/back+to+school+and+ryans+b-day004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246055927910190306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SM28ElbrTOI/AAAAAAAAAP8/A0AuSmrYKPg/s320/back+to+school+and+ryans+b-day005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246057368684121794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SM29Ycu8zsI/AAAAAAAAAQE/pxnCo6v1SD8/s320/back+to+school+and+ryans+b-day006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246057372009095554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SM29YpHr4YI/AAAAAAAAAQM/n4yie7XDQDE/s320/back+to+school+and+ryans+b-day007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan and Taylor both celebrated their birthday's this week. Ryan enjoyed his birthday dinner at Golden Corral (his choice) with his family and Grandpa and Grandma Lindley. Then we came back to our house, opened presents and enjoyed banana split brownie sundae's. Then Saturday he enjoyed a friend party, where Wade took them miniture golfing at the Celebration Center.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246057376448384002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SM29Y5qGDAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/2vJDMde9yZE/s320/back+to+school+and+ryans+b-day001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246057383543655970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SM29ZUFvTiI/AAAAAAAAAQc/8cGNXSIiR_w/s320/back+to+school+and+ryans+b-day002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taylor celebrated his birthday having lunch at the park , waiting for Dad to come home so he could open his presents, and then eating his favorite dinner, chicken alfredo, followed by cake and icecream. They both had enjoyable days and like being one year older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246057391302349346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SM29Zw_jkiI/AAAAAAAAAQk/jGCEfTW3cDI/s320/back+to+school+and+ryans+b-day003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-8455512779804515108?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/8455512779804515108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=8455512779804515108&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/8455512779804515108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/8455512779804515108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-in-saddle-again.html' title='Back in the Saddle again.'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SM27SbrW9nI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Z_abpEPq0gM/s72-c/back+to+school+and+ryans+b-day003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-4604701656041227192</id><published>2008-08-07T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T12:36:20.891-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly mom stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>What's the Price for Honesty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SJtJ2LWWynI/AAAAAAAAAPc/LPBLVZeWWBQ/s1600-h/FISHING++july+2008001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231856587229284978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SJtJ2LWWynI/AAAAAAAAAPc/LPBLVZeWWBQ/s320/FISHING++july+2008001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On this particular occasion... I feel I got off pretty easy... it was only $7.99. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It all started innocently enough. It sounded like a great idea at the time. Go to this new store in Logan and check out their 4th of July clearance stuff. So I loaded up the boys and headed to Hobby Lobby. I was having a great time looking through the leftovers, when a cute white basket caught my eye. I reached for it to take a closer look and in all my excitement knocked this eagle off the shelf. I was just standing there dumbfounded and of course my first instinct was to just pick it up and set it back on the shelf...but I knew that wasn't good.( I know I really need to work on myself.... If I was truly a good person that wouldn't have been my first thought)... and then I look over and see six pairs of eyes on me... just watching in awe. I think part of them was relieve that they hadn't done it. And then I hear Colby" you break it, you buy it"...Now where in the world would he have heard that.  I scoop up the eagle and, with the 'shopping moment' now ruined carry it to the check stand. Half of me was hoping the lady at the registrar would feel my plight and not make me pay for it....but alas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lady : "oh, this got broken"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;me : " Yeah, I accidentally knocked it off the shelf" (I couldn't even blame it on one of my kids)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lady: "Well, did you want it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;me: "No, not really, but I broke it..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So she rang it up and I paid for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I left completely disgusted with myself... If I had to break something couldn't it at least be something cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It now sits proudly in Ryan's room on his shelf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I told my friend of my incident and she laughed and said..."That will  probably be the thing they all fight over when you die."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-4604701656041227192?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/4604701656041227192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=4604701656041227192&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/4604701656041227192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/4604701656041227192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/08/whats-price-for-honesty.html' title='What&apos;s the Price for Honesty'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SJtJ2LWWynI/AAAAAAAAAPc/LPBLVZeWWBQ/s72-c/FISHING++july+2008001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-1312329147341492454</id><published>2008-07-30T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T12:03:18.851-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><title type='text'>Meeting Baby Emmett</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SJsnxXY4XCI/AAAAAAAAAN0/wcD4qO9dccs/s1600-h/FISHING++july+2008006.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231819121166408738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SJsnxXY4XCI/AAAAAAAAAN0/wcD4qO9dccs/s320/FISHING++july+2008006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SJsnxg46-SI/AAAAAAAAAN8/lhzanwTgGm0/s1600-h/FISHING++july+2008007.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231819123716716834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SJsnxg46-SI/AAAAAAAAAN8/lhzanwTgGm0/s320/FISHING++july+2008007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SJsnxo6Zy1I/AAAAAAAAAOE/npUwxlFuQAo/s1600-h/FISHING++july+2008008.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231819125870414674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SJsnxo6Zy1I/AAAAAAAAAOE/npUwxlFuQAo/s320/FISHING++july+2008008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Boys and I were able to take a quick trip to Las Vegas, to play for a few days and to meet one of our new nephew/cousins...Emmett. We had a great week with lost of loving and kissing on Emmett and a few adventures in Las Vegas. Our week included an afternoon at Chucky cheese ,where the kids had a great time eating pizza and playing games. The next afternoon Grandma Scott treated us all to a movie... we enjoyed eating popcorn and watching Wall-e. That evening their Uncle Daniel came over and built rockets with them that they were able to go to a park and launch the next afternoon. It was hard to tell who had more fun...Daniel or the boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then Thursday we took the boys to the Shark Reef at Mandalay Bay. They had a great time seeing all the different sharks and fish then searching through the gift shop for souvenirs with the money Grandma Lindley had given them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Before leaving for Las vegas we had been preping Taylor for the airplane ride. Everytime we metioned the airplane he would say " I don't want to ride airplane it's too high....let's just take our van." Because I was traveling alone with three kids and we were checking bags I wanted to make sure we had plenty of time to check in. So we arrived at the airport with two hours before boarding and it took us all of about 30 seconds to check our bags and get our boarding passes...then about 1 minute to walk through security. Then our flight was delayed an hour. But the boys managed to entertain themselves playing in the play area, watching planes land and take off and playing with items in their backbacks. We eventually boarded and they all loved the idea of being able to watch T.V. on the plane. Then when the plane took off I was a little nervous about Taylor.... but decided he would be fine when he turned to me and said "wheeeeeeee, let's go up again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They plane ride home we incurred some turbulence and Ryan started getting sick about 20 minutes before we landed. I looked in all the seat pockets for a barf bag... but there weren't any. I tried fanning him and looking through our bags to see if any of us had a grocery bag... about two minutes before we landed he puked all over the floor. This poor teenage boy that was sitting next to him, reached over, started patting his back and talking to him. All I could do was smile and say thank-you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231848787519552786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SJtCwLKpPRI/AAAAAAAAAOM/I2tBqyRBUik/s320/emmett++july+2008001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Colby, Taylor and Ryan watching the planes while we wait for ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Plane Ride to Las Vegas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231848790069779458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SJtCwUqqnAI/AAAAAAAAAOU/MmDveQ3Cvzs/s320/FISHING++july+2008002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231848795387557074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SJtCwoehdNI/AAAAAAAAAOc/UbnLlwcRCjQ/s320/FISHING++july+2008003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231848799769401874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SJtCw4zPGhI/AAAAAAAAAOk/LhU5kUFtsCA/s320/FISHING++july+2008004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Las Vegas airport&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231848803577550290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SJtCxG_K1dI/AAAAAAAAAOs/gZDzS9HTR10/s320/FISHING++july+2008005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231851405399366498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SJtFIjh1G2I/AAAAAAAAAO0/IUlIE5aJgEA/s320/FISHING++july+2008009.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ryan, Iris, Colby, Taylor, Koben and Grandma Scott with Wall-E&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Building Rockets with Uncle Daniel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231851410146018082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SJtFI1NhQyI/AAAAAAAAAO8/yNtGASv0pls/s320/FISHING++july+2008010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231851415765244946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SJtFJKJP3BI/AAAAAAAAAPE/wZl2AIIUVEQ/s320/FISHING++july+2008011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231851418190322674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SJtFJTLbm_I/AAAAAAAAAPM/KVR5oWy0J6w/s320/FISHING++july+2008012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Taylor playing at Grandma's house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231851422680885826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SJtFJj6EKkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WLz25PzUb-s/s320/FISHING++july+2008013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-1312329147341492454?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/1312329147341492454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=1312329147341492454&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/1312329147341492454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/1312329147341492454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/07/meeting-baby-emmett.html' title='Meeting Baby Emmett'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SJsnxXY4XCI/AAAAAAAAAN0/wcD4qO9dccs/s72-c/FISHING++july+2008006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-904296810117002730</id><published>2008-07-21T10:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T14:56:05.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly mom stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan'/><title type='text'>Mother of the Year Award (NOT)</title><content type='html'>My friend posted on her blog this morning about what a 'bad mom' she is. So in the spirit of good company I thought now is the time to share my latest 'bad mom' story. This is just one example from the long (and still going) list I have accumulated over the years.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and Colby had a great summer with coach pitch baseball and tee-ball. When I got their schedules at the begining of the year I made sure to transfer them to the calendar that hangs by my phone so that I could keep better track of the times. Well, I tought I had done a good job in the transfer and we kept busy with games monday through thursday. We spent most of our evenngs at the ball field and it quickly became a routine in our summer schedule. Then Ryan's last game came.... We had gotten into this great routine of eating first if the game was at 7:30...and going to the game and THen eating if the game was at 6:30. So as had been the majority of the summer we enjoyed dinner then rode bikes to the ball field. As we rode up to the field Ryan said " look . Mom they already started." I look at the kids on the field (Ryan's team). But then I say another team off tto the side throwing the ball back and forth.. so I said" They're probably just warming up, Get your stuff and go over with your team." I parked my bike and proceeded to look around for a place to lay our blanket out when Ryan cam running back over to me crrying, mind you, and saying the game wasn't just starting but was just ending. Me, being the bright, intelligent person Iam said " Well, It was you turn to bring drinks lets at least go give those out." He just cried more and said 'I'm going home" So I went and gave the drinks out myself... rode home alone... feeling like dirt. As we rode by a neighbors house they called at to me" Well that was a short game" I was trying to think of something clever and commical to say, but all that came out was. "yeah"&lt;br /&gt;When I got home Wade suggested I take Ryan and Cloby to see Kung Fu Panda... We drowned Ryan's sorrows and my guilt in a big tub of popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;Mother of the Year... I think not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-904296810117002730?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/904296810117002730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=904296810117002730&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/904296810117002730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/904296810117002730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/07/mother-of-year-award-not.html' title='Mother of the Year Award (NOT)'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-4810050654046798135</id><published>2008-07-15T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T16:07:11.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishing'/><title type='text'>This place is becoming WAY too familar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SH_PzMAZ0tI/AAAAAAAAAMM/P5-jWXQY8EY/s1600-h/FISHING+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224122571076260562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SH_PzMAZ0tI/AAAAAAAAAMM/P5-jWXQY8EY/s320/FISHING+2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SH_PzW39swI/AAAAAAAAAMU/cMZ8gfCkb4E/s1600-h/FISHING+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224122573993652994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SH_PzW39swI/AAAAAAAAAMU/cMZ8gfCkb4E/s320/FISHING+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SH_Pzx1wGRI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LFgVV8ORfPw/s1600-h/FISHING+2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224122581232130322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SH_Pzx1wGRI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LFgVV8ORfPw/s320/FISHING+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys have been bugging Wade for sometime about going fishing. Wade has been procrastinating. One, because he knows what fishing really entails ( rising long before sunrise, sitting for long periods, completely quiet, with no action, IF you finally do catch something you have to then bop it on the head and de gut it(I know this isn't an actual word but...) Secondly, our boys struggle to sit through sacrament meeting. Knowing that our boys love the idea of fishing and not wanting to disappoint he decided a great compromise would be to take them to a fish farm that is only a few miles away...where the fish are always biting and (here's the best part) when your done they will fillet and package them for you.&lt;br /&gt;Since I was at home enjoying the serenity of having a couple hours to myself .... the rest of the story will be from Wade's perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We had&lt;/span&gt; a nice relaxing weekend without much news to speak of. But we had some excitement tonight. I promised the boys that I would take them fishing down at the fish farm sometime this summer. I talked Dad into going so he could help me as I'm an idiot when it comes to fishing. We ended up getting one pole and it took about an hour for each of the boys to catch a fish. It really isn't fishing because when a small fish would come to eat the bait we would just lift the pole as we were holding our for the bigger fish. The reason it took an hour was that the fish are a little wary of that hook in the bait and they seem to be pretty familiar with the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyhow after catching 3 fish we went into the small building to pay and to watch Leland fillet the fish.It was tremendously hot in the building and also accounting for the hour we spent in the sun we were pretty hot. As we were getting ready to leave Taylor fainted on the floor. I picked him up and ran him outside. I began to panic but he did begin to cry a little bit. I ran to the truck to get the air conditioner on and Ryan and Colby mentioned there was a soda machine in front of the building. I ran with Taylor in my arms to get him a soda and he began to drink some lemonade right away. I was an idiot and set him down and he fainted again. I picked him up and he was lifeless. I screamed to Dad that I needed some help. Taylor's eyes were rolled up in his head and he was completely out of it. I ran to a shady grass area and laid him down and tried to get him to come around. He was pretty lethargic and I took his clothes off and we got some water from a near by hose and began sprinkling his body with some water. He wasn't even flinching with the cold water but he was awake. I called 911 and the operator asked if I wanted an ambulance. I froze for a second and said that I'm not sure, but was wondering if she could help me. She said she couldn't unless we wanted ans ambulance. I told her I didn't and that I may call her back. I worked on Taylor for another 10 minutes with the water and with me trying to keep him awake and attentive. Ryan and Colby were freaking out and crying but they did come around and were great help in getting me some water. Dad was giving moral support I guess. Anyhow, he came around and was drinking some lemonade so I was relieved that we were in the clear. When we got home Deanna called the hospital---since it was now after 7:00. the doctor there said it is very rare for a small child to pass out from heat and that it would be wise to get him checked out. Since he really wasn't talking much now and seemed he wanted to go to sleep I caved to Deanna's request and we took him to the ER. Mom and Dad came and stayed with Ryan and Colby. In conclusion, the ER didn't do much to him except give him a popcicle. He seems completely fine now, but I'm still a nervous wreck now that the adrenaline has worn off. Sleeping might be difficult tonight. It is a sick feeling to have a child go completely limp in your arms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;p.s. I will have to add that I teach about heat related illnesses 3 times a year in one of my advanced PE classes. So that means I've taught about heat stroke at least 36 times over the past 12 years. i should have known what to do but in reality when it comes to heat stroke I just mention, " At this point medical attention will be needed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;All I know is we've been to the emergency room more than I like and that popcicle is going to be an expensive one.&lt;/span&gt; And I don't think this little episode has helped Wade's opinion of fishing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-4810050654046798135?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/4810050654046798135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=4810050654046798135&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/4810050654046798135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/4810050654046798135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-place-is-becoming-way-too-familar.html' title='This place is becoming WAY too familar'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SH_PzMAZ0tI/AAAAAAAAAMM/P5-jWXQY8EY/s72-c/FISHING+2008+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-1007390450378782880</id><published>2008-07-08T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T07:38:23.938-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fireworks'/><title type='text'>Happy Fourth of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SHOqqLWsGtI/AAAAAAAAAME/dgZ7WoOuo28/s1600-h/backyard+fireworks+200007.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a low-keyed and relaxing 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. After 4 days of camping we weren't up for much more. We spent the evening in our own backyard. The boys had a great time doing sparklers and the few fireworks Wade bought. Taylor wasn't too sure about the sparklers at first. Wade lit one for him and as soon as it started going he just walked away. But once he saw how much fun Ryan and Colby were having he decided it couldn't be all bad, and joined in the fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220703990810008642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SHOqnoGx3EI/AAAAAAAAALs/P_QnYBahTtM/s320/backyard+fireworks+200002.JPG" width="323" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220703998398266882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SHOqoEX9fgI/AAAAAAAAAL0/mYJSYKMUlBY/s320/backyard+fireworks+200003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220704014349532626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SHOqo_zCfdI/AAAAAAAAAL8/bIbLiZX1S8c/s320/backyard+fireworks+200007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-1007390450378782880?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/1007390450378782880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=1007390450378782880&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/1007390450378782880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/1007390450378782880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-fourth-of-july.html' title='Happy Fourth of July'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SHOqnoGx3EI/AAAAAAAAALs/P_QnYBahTtM/s72-c/backyard+fireworks+200002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-859233908933634654</id><published>2008-07-05T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:50:55.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 reasons to go camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. You get to eat smore's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219588501908353826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SG-0FoH18yI/AAAAAAAAAJM/fzYJ9Bs3-u4/s320/camping+2008+040.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219588515092307538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SG-0GZPJHlI/AAAAAAAAAJc/fwlKBDVBDIc/s320/camping+2008+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219588511872587426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SG-0GNPgFqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QlJKIJVIgI0/s320/camping+2008+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;#9 wading in icy cold streams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219590588787833586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SG-1_GWruvI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YvxeZ0j-xUo/s320/camping+2008+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219590586848533874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SG-1-_IUXXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/3w00tNI4tcA/s320/camping+2008+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219590599624345122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SG-1_uuTxiI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/xruH19PMeiE/s320/camping+2008+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219590605582205234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SG-2AE6xgTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/RSLQU3d3pZE/s320/camping+2008+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;#8 You get to shoot BB guns&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219592438495730546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SG-3qxDaW3I/AAAAAAAAAKM/5xg8wEWEwR4/s320/camping+2008+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219592454071575778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SG-3rrE-5OI/AAAAAAAAAKc/T1un1S4H-4k/s320/camping+2008+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219592446589934226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SG-3rPNOGpI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Ru-wnBmA4Gk/s320/camping+2008+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;#7 You get to look for 'cool' rocks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219590577387776162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SG-1-b4sqKI/AAAAAAAAAJk/t8v3ecpu-A8/s320/camping+2008+044.jpg" width="321" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;#6 Hiking&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219594624185662642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SG-5p_Yf_LI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4eM34m6HjdI/s320/camping+2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219594637069624594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SG-5qvYRpRI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pvGU7BefOxI/s320/camping+2008+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219594643390483522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SG-5rG7STEI/AAAAAAAAAK0/y-WTzIZU9No/s320/camping+july+2008005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;#5 Getting dirty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;#4 seeing your boys here instead of watching t.v.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219597234188482962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SG-8B6ZqeZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/wWn5Gm9PFmU/s320/camping+2008+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219597241305211090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SG-8CU6bINI/AAAAAAAAALE/VKe043jTRts/s320/camping+2008+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3 You get to drink all the soda you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219598729536606722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SG-9Y9AcEgI/AAAAAAAAALM/YGzERpByR-0/s320/camping+july+2008009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;#2 Wade does the cooking&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;#1 I think their faces say it all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219603204587673714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SG_Bdb3wWHI/AAAAAAAAALU/weW_7uKHYZ8/s320/camping+2008+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219603220339059986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SG_BeWjLbRI/AAAAAAAAALk/taN1AAOkJf8/s320/camping+2008+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219603212161816434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SG_Bd4Fkl3I/AAAAAAAAALc/9R1QAyuzQgQ/s320/camping+2008+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-859233908933634654?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/859233908933634654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=859233908933634654&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/859233908933634654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/859233908933634654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/07/top-10-reasons-to-go-camping.html' title='Top 10 reasons to go camping'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SG-0FoH18yI/AAAAAAAAAJM/fzYJ9Bs3-u4/s72-c/camping+2008+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-3137726443101683317</id><published>2008-06-30T08:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T08:50:43.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><title type='text'>A camping we will go</title><content type='html'>We are leaving tomorrow and spending the next few days camping. Camping always seems to bring out the best in me(not). You know mosquitoes, smelling like a camp fire... late nights followed by early mornings...dirt, dirt and more dirt... all the things a girl loves. But I found my happy face and I put it on this morning. My boys are sooooooo excited; I've got to learn to at least LIKE camping.  I'm sure we'll have some great pictures and fun stories to share when we return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-3137726443101683317?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/3137726443101683317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=3137726443101683317&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/3137726443101683317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/3137726443101683317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/06/camping-we-will-go.html' title='A camping we will go'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-580468848470066320</id><published>2008-06-26T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T15:20:34.957-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer fun'/><title type='text'>A day at the Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SGQVxkJDIfI/AAAAAAAAAJE/sL5S2WdAA68/s1600-h/hogle+zoo+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216318209661280754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SGQVxkJDIfI/AAAAAAAAAJE/sL5S2WdAA68/s320/hogle+zoo+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SGQUxj7KkhI/AAAAAAAAAIc/xv44zgbzVXI/s1600-h/hogle+zoo+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216317110091420178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SGQUxj7KkhI/AAAAAAAAAIc/xv44zgbzVXI/s320/hogle+zoo+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SGQUyMoJKkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/oJXj5yxLf-A/s1600-h/hogle+zoo+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216317121017489986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SGQUyMoJKkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/oJXj5yxLf-A/s320/hogle+zoo+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SGQUzE7twCI/AAAAAAAAAIs/pL7T-W0SZ6o/s1600-h/hogle+zoo+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216317136131964962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SGQUzE7twCI/AAAAAAAAAIs/pL7T-W0SZ6o/s320/hogle+zoo+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SGQUzuYnBGI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sqzM81EUAnU/s1600-h/hogle+zoo+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216317147259012194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SGQUzuYnBGI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sqzM81EUAnU/s320/hogle+zoo+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SGQU0FcnCAI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wYwfdppUwtI/s1600-h/hogle+zoo+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216317153449805826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SGQU0FcnCAI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wYwfdppUwtI/s320/hogle+zoo+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we went with a friend of mine, her 20 year old daughter and 10 year old son... to visit Hogle Zoo in Salt Lake. We had a great time seeing the animals and watching how excited the boys were. Every time we would stop to look at an animal Taylor would look at it for a minute then pull out his map and say "Lets go look at the snakes"... But when we finally got to the snakes he didn't seem nearly as excited. I don't know what he was expecting... but he was done with the whole snake thing in about 10 seconds. We also went to the bird show. Ryan and Colby loved having the birds fly close to their heads, Taylor on the other hand, was not so sure he liked that... but they all loved hearing the talking/ singing parrot. And I loved having a day with my boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-580468848470066320?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/580468848470066320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=580468848470066320&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/580468848470066320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/580468848470066320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-at-zoo.html' title='A day at the Zoo'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SGQVxkJDIfI/AAAAAAAAAJE/sL5S2WdAA68/s72-c/hogle+zoo+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-3869712759679977259</id><published>2008-06-24T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:36:20.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike riding'/><title type='text'>" I ride my bike ?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SGHK1-fFFjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/1A_zzUW2szs/s1600-h/taylor+biking+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215672872126977586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SGHK1-fFFjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/1A_zzUW2szs/s320/taylor+biking+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SGHK2BzckzI/AAAAAAAAAIU/l_66lDXBdUw/s1600-h/taylor+biking+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215672873017709362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SGHK2BzckzI/AAAAAAAAAIU/l_66lDXBdUw/s320/taylor+biking+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taylor has decided that he is too big to go for rides in the bike stroller any longer and insisted on putting a helmet on and riding his bike to the library today. Round trip it was probably a couple of miles... but on the way TO the library it is all up hill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came prepared with the bike stroller and a bungee strap, fully anticipating that about half-way there he would get tired and want a ride... but the little stud rode all the way there AND home and then rode his bike tonight to and from Ryan's baseball game. ( the ball field is only a couple of blocks away but STILL) I kept asking him if he was doing okay and if he was getting tired... He just kept saying " No, mom, I okay"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-3869712759679977259?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/3869712759679977259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=3869712759679977259&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/3869712759679977259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/3869712759679977259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-ride-my-bike.html' title='&quot; I ride my bike ?&quot;'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SGHK1-fFFjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/1A_zzUW2szs/s72-c/taylor+biking+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-2159845784554454975</id><published>2008-06-19T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T21:04:41.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boo- boo&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rayn'/><title type='text'>Rite of Passage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SFsrFz_Sk3I/AAAAAAAAAHs/DGtqc3HdeAo/s1600-h/Rayn%27s+stiches+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that there are certain "rites" of passage that one must incur in order to complete the childhood experience. I also know that as a mother of boys that those customary rites lean more toward the physical nature of things as opposed to the social or emotional. I must also say that as a mother of three young, vibrant, active boys that I have been very fortunate thus far in my parenting, to not have spent any more time at the emergency room than I have... and yet it is hard to prepare oneself for this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213808377867761746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SFsrGIHDeFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YSltmAtLPq0/s320/Rayn%27s+stiches+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213808385661837874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SFsrGlJTojI/AAAAAAAAAH8/wmoDEFxHrRE/s320/Rayn%27s+stiches+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ryan... met the trampoline, Trampoline... meet Ryan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Needless to say this did not help the boys argument in favor of purchasing a trampoline.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-2159845784554454975?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/2159845784554454975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=2159845784554454975&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/2159845784554454975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/2159845784554454975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/06/rite-of-passage.html' title='Rite of Passage'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SFsrGIHDeFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YSltmAtLPq0/s72-c/Rayn%27s+stiches+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-7189461130254651757</id><published>2008-06-16T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T16:29:24.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Excuses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay... so it's been way too long since I've posted on my blog. And as much as I would love to give you a reason as to why I haven't posted in so long.... I really don't have one. So rather than give you all some really lame excuses I'm just going to start 'fresh' and try to catch you up as to what's been going on in my absence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In March we enjoyed our annual backyard Easter egg hunt. The whole experience was made that much more memorable hunting for brightly colored eggs among the remaining snow piles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213351345685778978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SFmLbWjn0iI/AAAAAAAAAGk/U-eO0ccYAAs/s320/DSC00315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213351354529091410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SFmLb3gCD1I/AAAAAAAAAGs/UouxgY6ZIbs/s320/DSC00323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213351361022605058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="239" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SFmLcPsNNwI/AAAAAAAAAG0/rwi9FfiVM3I/s320/DSC00333.JPG" width="322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213351367667811234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="304" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SFmLcocjA6I/AAAAAAAAAG8/YVcEkLQ1T8g/s320/DSC00343.JPG" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;April was spent watching soccer games. Both Colby and Ryan had great seasons. Wade, Taylor and I had fun watching them... we only wished the weather could have been a little warmer. At their first games we had to resort to pulling the winter coats and hats out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May my boys made me my first "mother's day breakfast" and to say the least it will not be one I will soon forget. Nor will I forget the adorable smile on Colby's face as he came to announce that my breakfast was ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast of Champions= Shrek cereal, graham crackers and a glass of milk ........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213363063208166930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SFmWFZuqRhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/uXMkp4rDbkk/s320/DSC00224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over Memorial Day weekend, our family participated in a backyard project, and we made a little 'addition to our firepit. Wade dug out the grass, then he went and got a load of fill dirt and he and Ryan woke up early to go spread and tamp the dirt. He asked me the night before if I wanted to get up early and help him. I think he could tell by the look on my face I was not excited for the early hour... so he opted to have Ryan's help instead. Something was said to the effect that I'm not the most pleasant person to be around when I don't get my sleep. And as much as I would love to argue the point I have to admit I like my sleep and anything before 7:30 a.m. is pure torture to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent the afternoon and early part of the evening laying pavers and then purchased an outdoor table, chairs and a new grill. We have enjoyed quite a few dinners there and several evenings sitting around talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213367191323909282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SFmZ1sKJnKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6wkwxPZ2bqE/s320/DSC00362(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213367200641196706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SFmZ2O3kIqI/AAAAAAAAAHk/WYPAuSWmzok/s320/DSC00364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-7189461130254651757?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/7189461130254651757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=7189461130254651757&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/7189461130254651757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/7189461130254651757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-excuses.html' title='No Excuses'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/SFmLbWjn0iI/AAAAAAAAAGk/U-eO0ccYAAs/s72-c/DSC00315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-8089725148666416096</id><published>2008-03-07T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T15:38:12.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry  Quandary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R9HMXFBtwFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/boB9qbt9Lfc/s1600-h/DSC00172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175142143683838034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R9HMXFBtwFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/boB9qbt9Lfc/s320/DSC00172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have a serious problem. I don't mind doing laundry. But for some reason I hate sorting and folding socks. I'm sure it stems from my childhood... My mother must have had the same hatred and would let the socks gather until it was a completly overwhelming and undaunting task then she would give us the unrelenting job. BUT, not only would she pass it on to us, she would try to make it sound as though she was doing us a favor. She was sacrificing and doing the 'hard' part of the laundry and &lt;strong&gt;letting &lt;/strong&gt;us do the 'easy' socks.&lt;br /&gt;My husband mocks me and even asked at one point " why don't you just fold the socks with each batch and not let them pile up?"&lt;br /&gt;In my mind I know I am completely irrational and yet, I hear myself defending the insanity of it all....&lt;br /&gt;"Well that's just unheard of....If I do it that way, then I end up doing twice as much work because inevitably one of the socks is in one load and the other ends up in another load and ... and ... and... "&lt;br /&gt;As I watch the smile spread across his face I can't help but smile myself and quietly accept defeat.&lt;br /&gt;And yet here is the proof. I am a creature of habit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-8089725148666416096?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/8089725148666416096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=8089725148666416096&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/8089725148666416096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/8089725148666416096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/03/laundry-quandary.html' title='Laundry  Quandary'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R9HMXFBtwFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/boB9qbt9Lfc/s72-c/DSC00172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-105254925348698673</id><published>2008-03-06T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T14:52:13.424-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='springtime'/><title type='text'>First Signs of Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175025230379073538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R9FiB1BtwAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/OqQPt7r1u4Q/s320/deanna%27s+pictures+Nov+2007-+Jan+2008+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, I know that this is pathetic. It is not the fields of flowers you can find in California.It's not the green grass you would find in Arizona or Vegas right now. I know technically it hasn't even blossomed yet. But you have to cut me some slack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When your front yard looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R9FiDlBtwBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ov3Wqbknwng/s1600-h/deanna%27s+pictures+Nov+2007-+Jan+2008+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175025260443844626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="243" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R9FiDlBtwBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ov3Wqbknwng/s320/deanna%27s+pictures+Nov+2007-+Jan+2008+102.jpg" width="321" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R9FiDlBtwBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ov3Wqbknwng/s1600-h/deanna%27s+pictures+Nov+2007-+Jan+2008+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And your backyard looks like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R9FiElBtwCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JtZoKnJMnwk/s1600-h/deanna%27s+pictures+Nov+2007-+Jan+2008+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R9FiElBtwCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JtZoKnJMnwk/s1600-h/deanna%27s+pictures+Nov+2007-+Jan+2008+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R9FiElBtwCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JtZoKnJMnwk/s1600-h/deanna%27s+pictures+Nov+2007-+Jan+2008+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175025277623713826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="243" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R9FiElBtwCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JtZoKnJMnwk/s320/deanna%27s+pictures+Nov+2007-+Jan+2008+101.jpg" width="324" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;     You take what you can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Maybe if I took this off my porch ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175036530438029362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R9FsTlBtwDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Qm_DVMGgcL0/s320/deanna%27s+pictures+Nov+2007-+Jan+2008+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and this off my door, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175126956679479362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="199" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R9G-jFBtwEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/zDSK0y7n5LE/s320/DSC00170.JPG" width="331" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;It would help; What do you think?????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-105254925348698673?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/105254925348698673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=105254925348698673&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/105254925348698673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/105254925348698673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-signs-of-spring.html' title='First Signs of Spring'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R9FiB1BtwAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/OqQPt7r1u4Q/s72-c/deanna%27s+pictures+Nov+2007-+Jan+2008+100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-3229352706184610895</id><published>2008-03-04T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:31:09.331-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan'/><title type='text'>V is for Veterans</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174018106648804130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R83ODgw9uyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/UqmqsTq4JGY/s320/DSC00152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R83ODAw9uxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZSO6mDmh4F4/s1600-h/DSC00149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174018098058869522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R83ODAw9uxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZSO6mDmh4F4/s320/DSC00149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R83OEAw9uzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/dwaddkvAqTs/s1600-h/DSC00150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174018115238738738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R83OEAw9uzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/dwaddkvAqTs/s320/DSC00150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Wednesday Ryan had a class program for school. As you can see, it was Patriotic themed, and consisted of 20 minutes of singing and the kids each reciting a piece they had memorized. Ryan did a great job... but the highlight of the program was when a clock fell off the wall and bopped a poor little boy on the head. After sitting for a few minutes with an ice pack on his head he bravely joined his fellow classmates and even recited his part. As they say... the show must go on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-3229352706184610895?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/3229352706184610895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=3229352706184610895&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/3229352706184610895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/3229352706184610895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/03/v-is-for-veterans.html' title='V is for Veterans'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R83ODgw9uyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/UqmqsTq4JGY/s72-c/DSC00152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-1488906538747663058</id><published>2008-02-28T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T09:39:21.742-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandpa lindley'/><title type='text'>GRANDPA saves the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R8bwKksPVpI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FKfCUvqIacM/s1600-h/DSC00144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172085286520182418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R8bwKksPVpI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FKfCUvqIacM/s320/DSC00144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At our boys elementary school they have an annual tradition they call "Donuts with Dad". This tradition consists of inviting either your Dad, Grandpa, or Uncle to the school, before school starts, to read books and then enjoy a donut and juice. Because of Wades work schedule he hasn't been able to go with our boys, so they have taken their Grandpa Lindley. When I brought Colby home last week, with his chicken pox, the one thing he was upset about missing was his chance to go read books and have donuts with Grandpa. My adorable father-in -law knew Colby would be disappointed and called a few days ago to ask if it would be okay if he came to our house and read with Colby instead. He came yesterday morning with donuts, soda(even better than juice) and books in hand. He spent an hour reading and talking with Colby and then shared donuts and soda with Colby and Taylor. You can tell by the look on their faces that they had a great time.  Once again, Grandpa saves the Day. This isn't the first time that Grandpa Lindley has come to our rescue and somehow, I know it won't be the last.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172085295110117026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R8bwLEsPVqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-uH9SmS3bCE/s320/DSC00147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172085307995018930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R8bwL0sPVrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kJ2JMHMOt7I/s320/DSC00148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-1488906538747663058?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/1488906538747663058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=1488906538747663058&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/1488906538747663058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/1488906538747663058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/02/grandpa-saves-day.html' title='GRANDPA saves the Day'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R8bwKksPVpI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FKfCUvqIacM/s72-c/DSC00144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-6247776339202234651</id><published>2008-02-24T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T19:34:46.391-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just everyday stuff'/><title type='text'>Highlights of the Past week</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Monday:&lt;/strong&gt; It was Presidents day and the boys didn't have school so, Ryan, Colby, and I went to the matinee to see Alvin and the Chipmunks. Okay I know we are a little slow. But it was a GREAT movie and we all enjoyed it . There was a guy in the theatre laughing so hard I thought he was going to fall of his seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday: &lt;/strong&gt;I got a call from Sunrise Elementary at 11:35....&lt;br /&gt;me: "Hello"&lt;br /&gt;her: "Hi this is blah blah from sunrise elementary. I have Ryan here in the office. Long Pause&lt;br /&gt;me: "Yes???"&lt;br /&gt;her: (in a whispered voice) " he's throwing up"&lt;br /&gt;me: " I'll be right there" I wait for Colby to get on the bus. Load up Jace (the little boy I babysit)and Taylor and head to the school. The whole time thinking. Why was she whispering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/strong&gt; Go to visit a Mom in our ward who has three girls in young women's right now and over the past few months all of them have quit coming. I won't go into all the details of the conversation. But we were basically told that.... we had failed her girls and it was our fault they were choosing not to come; but that she wasn't worried about them because they get what they need from home. Besides they are good kids they aren't doing drugs or drinking. So we have no need for concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday:&lt;/strong&gt; spent the day cleaning my house. After school I ran Ryan to scouts, then Colby and Ryan to piano. Then had dinner and picked up the house so a girl from our ward who is attending college could come do a "test" with Taylor for one of her classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday:&lt;/strong&gt; Had "the girls" over for our weekly scrap booking/ lunch day. Until it was rudely interrupted by yet another call at about 2:00 from Sunrise elementary... Informing me that I needed to come pick up Colby because he has the chicken pox. (So much for the vaccine we got). When the office secretary knows you by name and you have never been formally introduced... What does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday:&lt;/strong&gt; spent a lazy morning in bed watching cartoons with Taylor then did a little housework and made some cinnamon rolls. Then at 3:00 we went to watch Ryan play his last basketball game. Typically the coach has them play one quarter then rest a quarter. But this weekend they were short a few of there players, so Ryan played two quarters in a row: And suffered his first experience with lung burn. All of the sudden he is walking over to us in a panic saying he is having a hard time breathing. We got him calmed down and encouraged him to go play some of the last quarter.But he was on serious melt down. You would have thought he was dying the way he was acting. Needless to say he is not the toughest boy you've ever meet. Wade and I were forced to leave the gym without making eye contact with anyone; Due to the overwhelming embarrassment we were experiencing. We're just glad it was the last game of the season so we don't have to face everyone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday:&lt;/strong&gt; wake up a 6:00 and get ready so I can make it to ward council. Come home to pick up Ryan and Taylor for church. Nobody is dressed and Wade informs me that Ryan is still in bed. I come down wake up Ryan then quickly dress Taylor. Wade says he'll bring Ryan up in a bit if he gets ready. Endured sacrament meeting with Taylor...Ryan never made it. Then came home scarfed down some nachos(great Sunday meal) and Taylor and I had a nap (heaven). We just finished our house 'picking up' party and now I'm catching up on blog stuff. Now were are going to get the boys to bed early and veg out in front of the t.v.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-6247776339202234651?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/6247776339202234651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=6247776339202234651&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/6247776339202234651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/6247776339202234651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/02/highlights-of-past-week.html' title='Highlights of the Past week'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-4268642042913514611</id><published>2008-02-15T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T15:50:31.943-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines day'/><title type='text'>Recipe for the perfect Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>Those of you that went to a fancy resturant last night or spent a romantic evening with your favorite sweetie may not fully appreciate my recipe for the perfect Valentines Day... I realize that it is an aquired taste. But I have to say I have taken quite a liking to the simple life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perfect Valentines Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;         4 Of my favorite boys in the world(no substitutions);Add, take out from a local chinese resturant(Wok on Wheels);  sprinkle with a dash of NO dishes to clean up. Stir in a family movie (our choice was Swiss Family Robinson);  And mix with, one giant bowl of popcorn with extra butter.  Garnish with  lots of laughter a few snuuggles and  an early night in bed and that my friends is what I call the recipe for a perfect Valentines Day.      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-4268642042913514611?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/4268642042913514611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=4268642042913514611&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/4268642042913514611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/4268642042913514611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/02/recipe-for-perfect-valentines-day.html' title='Recipe for the perfect Valentines Day'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-6216454457499363849</id><published>2008-02-14T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T09:14:45.291-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines day'/><title type='text'>Don't you just love, LOVE?</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning wondering what I could write about today and this line,which I believe is from a movie and I can't for the life of me remember which one, kept running through my mind. At first I was focused on what movie the line was from and trying desperately to picture the face of the person who had said it. When suddenly I had another thought. Truly, don't you just love, love? Don't you love the way it fills you from the inside out. Don't you love the way love makes you feel happy even giddy at times. Don't you love how love makes you feel special or like you can conquer the world. Don't you love how when you truly love someone they can understand your heart even if the words don't come out right. Don't you love the warm peaceful feeling love brings. I love how love can bridge distances and years. When you have love for someone you can overlook faults and see through their misguided efforts. When you have love you gain compassion and understanding and forgiveness and patience. When love enters your heart you have the potential to become something more, something better than you were before. I have truly come to appreciate those people who can love someone who isn't loveable, how they can somehow see through the layers of self hatred and self doubt and love them inspite of it all. And I'm thankful for people who love unconditionally... So to all of you out there .... Don't you Just LOVE, love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-6216454457499363849?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/6216454457499363849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=6216454457499363849&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/6216454457499363849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/6216454457499363849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/02/dont-you-just-love-love.html' title='Don&apos;t you just love, LOVE?'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-1390668742754586757</id><published>2008-02-11T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T11:25:29.205-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Want a little French Toast with that Sugar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R7ChEUsPVoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/46NaAMzm0dE/s1600-h/DSC00263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165805868239771266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R7ChEUsPVoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/46NaAMzm0dE/s320/DSC00263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What more can I say? That's MY Colby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-1390668742754586757?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/1390668742754586757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=1390668742754586757&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/1390668742754586757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/1390668742754586757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/02/want-little-french-toast-with-that.html' title='Want a little French Toast with that Sugar?'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R7ChEUsPVoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/46NaAMzm0dE/s72-c/DSC00263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-3660232564494289346</id><published>2008-02-11T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T11:10:57.845-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Basket ball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan'/><title type='text'>My Little Allstar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R7CdgEsPVmI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dzcOperr79c/s1600-h/DSC00257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165801946934629986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R7CdgEsPVmI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dzcOperr79c/s320/DSC00257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R7CdhEsPVnI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kjmSOS9uWPg/s1600-h/DSC00260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165801964114499186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R7CdhEsPVnI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kjmSOS9uWPg/s320/DSC00260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The previous two saturdays' I've spent sick and babysitting so I missed a couple of Ryan's basketball games. I don't know what they have been doing at practice ... or what he's been having for school lunch... but I have to say he was quite the ball player this week. He made several of his shots, did awesome at rebounding and was usually the first one down the court on defense. He even got three fouls. Now I know to some of you that doesn't sound like a positive thing.... but I think we had warped our poor boy. For years we have been telling him to take turns, play nice and share. While we still believe those are important attributes and want him to continue doing them, they don't work too well on the basketball court. We were proud of him for trying so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So hears a big sound of applause for our little Allstar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. he is #32&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-3660232564494289346?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/3660232564494289346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=3660232564494289346&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/3660232564494289346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/3660232564494289346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-little-allstar.html' title='My Little Allstar'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R7CdgEsPVmI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dzcOperr79c/s72-c/DSC00257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-142003842017441996</id><published>2008-02-11T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:49:48.077-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor'/><title type='text'>He's not my baby anymore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R7CYt0sPVlI/AAAAAAAAAEc/pWgZBdqYGx8/s1600-h/DSC00262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165796685599692370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R7CYt0sPVlI/AAAAAAAAAEc/pWgZBdqYGx8/s320/DSC00262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my mind, when my boys graduate from their crib to thier "big boy bed", that is the moment they change from babyhood to little boy. It's not the giving up of the pacifier or the bottle or even the walking or the talking that changes their status, it is the night they sleep in thier "Big" bed. The only thing that stops me from sheding a tear or two is the look of pure joy that lights their whole being as they watch the crib being dismantled and their new bed being assembled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Taylor this was a welcomed change in our family. Although he was great as an infant about going to sleep in his crib and, as he got a little older he would even let me know when he was tired and lead me into his room and motion to me that he wanted in his bed... the past few months have been a different story. He would cry everytime we would put him in his crib to go to sleep... so we resorted to letting him fall asleep in the chair in his room or our bed and then would pack him into his bed.And then he would wake up in the morning screaming until I would come and get him out of bed. For the past 2 nights he has fallen asleep in his own bed and awoken in a much happier state. Hooray for the simple pleasures in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-142003842017441996?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/142003842017441996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=142003842017441996&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/142003842017441996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/142003842017441996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/02/hes-not-my-baby-anymore.html' title='He&apos;s not my baby anymore.'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R7CYt0sPVlI/AAAAAAAAAEc/pWgZBdqYGx8/s72-c/DSC00262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-7825041462925255941</id><published>2008-02-08T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T17:27:46.522-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged by claire'/><title type='text'>Tagged by -Claire</title><content type='html'>My sister-in-law Claire tagged me yesterday. I'm new to this whole tagged thing and am still undecided...I love reading about what others write when they are tagged so I will play along. Besides it really makes me think and refelct and that is always a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;So here goes nothing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best thing you cooked last weekend? The best meal last weekend was the meal I didn't have to cook. Wade and I went out to dinner at this little diner called L.d.'s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If money, time, and babysitting were no object, where would you go and with who?&lt;br /&gt;the who is the easy part...I would love to travel with my husband. The where is a little harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to say Austrailla. My husband served his mission there and now his brother and his wife are serving as mission president there. I love hearing about the places and people there and would love to experience it first hand. I would also love to visit italy, hawaii and paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;sunday... I was talking with a group of my friends and we were laughing so hard I had tears streaming down my face. Okay I know that's not exactly what you were going for but I haven't shed real croccodile tears for a long time. I honestly can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List 5 things you were doing 10 years ago. 1998- I was working at ICON health and fitness as assistant manager of payroll. Living in my inlaws house while they served a mission in New York. Teaching the 15-16 year old Sunday school class with Wade. Learning to drive a tractor...What can I say Wade was desperate for help. Mothering stray kittens we found at the barn.( glad that phase passed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List 5 things you were doing 5 years ago. 2003- Being mom to a 1 year old and a 3 year old. Taking Ryan to preschool twice a week and storytime once a week at the library. Serving as the 1st counselor in the Primary presidency. Enjoying a monthly recipe club with friends. Going to an aerobics class.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;List 5 things you were doing 1 year ago. 2007- being Mom to 7- year old Ryan, taking him to basketball practice, games and piano lessons. 5-year old Colby running him to and from preschool. 1- year old Taylorgoing to weekly storytime, dealing with ear infections and finally opting for tubes . Babysitting Jace a 9- month old little boy for friends. Serving as the Young Womens President. Getting together with friends every friday for scrapbooking and lunch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;List 7 of your favorite hobbies. Scrapbooking, reading, playing with my boys, spending alone time with my husband, having lunch with friends, planning my next trip or my sister's next visit, writing on my blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Name 5 of your favorite foods. Pasta , chicken, chips and salsa,chocolate, fresh baked bread &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Name 5 places you've been. California, Washington D.C., Pennsylvania, New York, Wyoming.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;List 5 of your favorite memories. Meeting Wade for the first time. The births of my three boys. Diet pepsi kegers (listening to kenny loggins) in the sand hills of Cowley Wyoming. The night Wade proposed. My wedding day. christmas break at the cabin this past christmas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tag 4 people (Debbi, Laurel, Robyn, Mom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-7825041462925255941?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/7825041462925255941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=7825041462925255941&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/7825041462925255941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/7825041462925255941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/02/tagged-by-claire.html' title='Tagged by -Claire'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-2445836802008603995</id><published>2008-02-06T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T08:22:57.280-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super bowl 2008'/><title type='text'>Super Bowl Party.... Of 5?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R6nc-EWEnNI/AAAAAAAAAEE/52TpQR5Im-s/s1600-h/DSC00254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163901406633303250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R6nc-EWEnNI/AAAAAAAAAEE/52TpQR5Im-s/s320/DSC00254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R6nc-kWEnOI/AAAAAAAAAEM/kZYSWLRddok/s1600-h/DSC00256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163901415223237858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R6nc-kWEnOI/AAAAAAAAAEM/kZYSWLRddok/s320/DSC00256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Technically, I don't know if what we had at our home on Sunday could be classified as a party...But in this house we use the term party quite loosely. My personal opinion is that anything associated with the word party just sounds better. For example, when our house looks like a natural disaster has hit, which unfortunately happens more than I would like, I say," It looks like it's time for a clean up party." Now see, doesn't that just sound like more fun than "We really need to clean this place up, it's driving me nuts." The first time we used that terminology the kids were jumping up and down and singing us praises at the idea of a party... that is until they realized what was involved in the 'party'. They don't get quite as excited now when we say that... but they have adopted a fondness of their own for the term as they have come to understand that a 'clean up party ' means they get help cleaning their room vs. doing it themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-2445836802008603995?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/2445836802008603995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=2445836802008603995&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/2445836802008603995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/2445836802008603995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/02/super-bowl-party-of-5.html' title='Super Bowl Party.... Of 5?'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R6nc-EWEnNI/AAAAAAAAAEE/52TpQR5Im-s/s72-c/DSC00254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-5130448555262482455</id><published>2008-02-01T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T15:32:17.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long, hard day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R6OrnkWEnLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/18IQKja6nNk/s1600-h/DSC00246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162158294156221618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R6OrnkWEnLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/18IQKja6nNk/s320/DSC00246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R6OroUWEnMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8xMiAxso3uA/s1600-h/DSC00243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162158307041123522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R6OroUWEnMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8xMiAxso3uA/s320/DSC00243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Taylor has had "one of those days". It started this morning as we were trying to get out the door. We were in the bathroom combing Colby's hair and Taylor reached up on the counter to grab something and grabbed my flat iron. Unfortunately it was hot and he burned his finger. After two hours of wailing at the top of his lungs (not that I blame him), a dose of tylenol, and some aloe on his finger he decided he might make it. But the whole ordeal left him exhausted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-5130448555262482455?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/5130448555262482455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=5130448555262482455&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/5130448555262482455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/5130448555262482455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-been-long-hard-day.html' title='It&apos;s been a long, hard day'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R6OrnkWEnLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/18IQKja6nNk/s72-c/DSC00246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-4646796636472085932</id><published>2008-01-30T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T19:19:36.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Colby (a little late)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R6E9o0WEnJI/AAAAAAAAADk/XKP2ZqC3RRA/s1600-h/DSC00081(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161474419398581394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R6E9o0WEnJI/AAAAAAAAADk/XKP2ZqC3RRA/s320/DSC00081(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R6E9pkWEnKI/AAAAAAAAADs/B3T2JvC_uh0/s1600-h/DSC00082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161474432283483298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R6E9pkWEnKI/AAAAAAAAADs/B3T2JvC_uh0/s320/DSC00082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colby celebrated his 6th birthday on January 17th. We have really gotten spoiled in this family because his Grandma Lindley is a very good cake decorater (they truly look professional and taste even better) But this year there seemed to be a lot going on so we forced Grandma to take a break and we went for the grocery store version. I want it to be known that I did offer to try to make Colby a cake but he laughed. And gave me that look like "yeah, right Mom ". So we headed to the local grocery store to pick out a cake. He chose a simple, 2 layer, round, Reese's peanut butter cake. It was decorated neatly and looked very tastey as I am partial to anything that contains both chocolate and peanut butter. But for Colby it needed some finishing touches. Like an entire baseball team arrangement that was made for a sheet cake. Yeah you should have seen the lady's face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Do you happen to have a baseball player you could put on top of this ?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blank stare..." I have a basketball player."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Well He really had his heart set on a baseball player...you don't have any like this?" I said as I pointed to the picture of the sheet cake in the book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blank stare...." welll.... Yeah but I would have to sell you the whole kit. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"That's fine... I can just let him have the other figures." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She opens the bag and proceeds to arrange them on the cake. ALL OF THEM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colby was TRILLED with the outcome, and I was past the point of caring. At this point in my life if it isn't life threating, annoying anyone else, unethical or immoral I Don't care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cake was made complete with a bright blue Happy Birthday piped on top!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-4646796636472085932?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/4646796636472085932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=4646796636472085932&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/4646796636472085932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/4646796636472085932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-colby-little-late.html' title='Happy Birthday Colby (a little late)'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R6E9o0WEnJI/AAAAAAAAADk/XKP2ZqC3RRA/s72-c/DSC00081(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-4410109082211138589</id><published>2008-01-28T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T18:47:54.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A whimp...I admit it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wade left town yesterday morning for Chicago... I sucked it up and made it through the 3 hour church block yesterday.I got up this morning and went about my daily chores. But I miss him. I know that I am a total wimp. I am definitely NOT one of those wives that deals well with her husband being out of town. I look forward to him coming home each night. I love the look in my boys eyes when they hear his truck pull up. I love the sound of their voices yelling "Daddy's home, Daddy's home!" I love the calm feeling he brings to our home and to my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Moments like these make me especially grateful that he is a homebody; and that trips that take him away from us are very few and far between. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thankfully he will be home tomorrow night and all will be right again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-4410109082211138589?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/4410109082211138589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=4410109082211138589&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/4410109082211138589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/4410109082211138589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-whimpi-admit-it.html' title='I&apos;m A whimp...I admit it.'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-393144564668317071</id><published>2008-01-27T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T18:20:10.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How much is TOO much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R506skWEnII/AAAAAAAAADc/v2vgUQ5U9Tg/s1600-h/DSC00108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160345285381364866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R506skWEnII/AAAAAAAAADc/v2vgUQ5U9Tg/s320/DSC00108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Okay...we have known that our Colby is, shall we say, addicted to television. But when I walked in today and saw this... Well let's just say, It may be time for an intervention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-393144564668317071?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/393144564668317071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=393144564668317071&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/393144564668317071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/393144564668317071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/01/okay.html' title='How much is TOO much?'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R506skWEnII/AAAAAAAAADc/v2vgUQ5U9Tg/s72-c/DSC00108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-5113277070551984068</id><published>2008-01-24T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T18:28:09.342-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='january 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><title type='text'>Winter Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R5jlMkWEnGI/AAAAAAAAADM/rUh6RjYmr5g/s1600-h/deanna%27s+pictures+Nov+2007-+Jan+2008+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159125377230347362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R5jlMkWEnGI/AAAAAAAAADM/rUh6RjYmr5g/s320/deanna%27s+pictures+Nov+2007-+Jan+2008+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R5jjLkWEnDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sdTSi16l6jo/s1600-h/DSC00086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159123161027222578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R5jjLkWEnDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sdTSi16l6jo/s320/DSC00086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R5jjMEWEnEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/b7cr6kX8Qk4/s1600-h/DSC00088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159123169617157186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R5jjMEWEnEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/b7cr6kX8Qk4/s320/DSC00088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan, Colby, and Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R5jjM0WEnFI/AAAAAAAAADE/StryfAajV3Q/s1600-h/DSC00074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159123182502059090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R5jjM0WEnFI/AAAAAAAAADE/StryfAajV3Q/s320/DSC00074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My adorable husband has been spent the last several weeks making an ice rink in our back yard. He has literally spent hours perfecting the process. But it has paid off. The boys and several of their friends have had a great time skating and playing hockey.The hard part for me has been learning to focus on the fun that everyone is having and not the pile of skates, coats, hats and gloves strewn across my kitchen floor.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159125415885053042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="237" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R5jlO0WEnHI/AAAAAAAAADU/WJvLBFFPU4E/s320/deanna%27s+pictures+Nov+2007-+Jan+2008+099.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159125415885053042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 6px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 8px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="237" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R5jlO0WEnHI/AAAAAAAAADU/WJvLBFFPU4E/s320/deanna%27s+pictures+Nov+2007-+Jan+2008+099.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-5113277070551984068?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/5113277070551984068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=5113277070551984068&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/5113277070551984068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/5113277070551984068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/01/winter-fun.html' title='Winter Fun'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R5jlMkWEnGI/AAAAAAAAADM/rUh6RjYmr5g/s72-c/deanna%27s+pictures+Nov+2007-+Jan+2008+065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401578017086328970.post-6053671879933763132</id><published>2008-01-22T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T15:12:24.463-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas 2007'/><title type='text'>Ready or Not Here We Come !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R5ZnfXaraiI/AAAAAAAAACk/RgRR6zBIb6Y/s1600-h/December+2007+Leaving+treats+for+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158424211759000098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R5ZnfXaraiI/AAAAAAAAACk/RgRR6zBIb6Y/s320/December+2007+Leaving+treats+for+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R5Znf3arajI/AAAAAAAAACs/JYCMMhlUBAI/s1600-h/DSC00155(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158424220348934706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R5Znf3arajI/AAAAAAAAACs/JYCMMhlUBAI/s320/DSC00155(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I've been procrastinating this blog thing long enough. It is time to bite the bullet and quit the excuses. So ready or not here goes nothing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, after spending most of my day trying to figure this whole blogging thing out...deleting my post twice (on accident)... this is what I have to show for all my hard work. At least my boys look cute , Right? I mean after all...You really don't care about me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;babbling&lt;/span&gt; on and on... It's the pictures that you want, Right? Well for now it will have to do... but don't you worry I'm going to figure this thing out and then all of you out there that have been telling me what a great idea this was will be sorry you EVER suggested it! HA Till then.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5401578017086328970-6053671879933763132?l=wdlindley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/feeds/6053671879933763132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5401578017086328970&amp;postID=6053671879933763132&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/6053671879933763132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5401578017086328970/posts/default/6053671879933763132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdlindley.blogspot.com/2008/01/ready-or-not-here-we-come_22.html' title='Ready or Not Here We Come !'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00083048224257967961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/TH3GVU64jjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GqBZ3EYl8Ug/S220/DSC_7097+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4ICiT-5cHA/R5ZnfXaraiI/AAAAAAAAACk/RgRR6zBIb6Y/s72-c/December+2007+Leaving+treats+for+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
