tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90579085393880922022024-03-14T02:04:54.914-06:00The Kelly FamilyAngiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-83708039939762648902011-05-19T13:29:00.007-06:002011-05-19T13:41:14.468-06:00FUN IN THE SUN!!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEkoz2zm3OlEL7WoLxY_kcO95RZYtdAscLe7d3IqJecufkzsBG_nrCxTf9isDFdhZ8kbmLtUeKveaJpxxXrPix4Y-abnLtMn3ffu5-hUG9FgM1bsJThJCigHdXL7VN19OQhNFwXKsmlehZ/s1600/IMG_8991.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEkoz2zm3OlEL7WoLxY_kcO95RZYtdAscLe7d3IqJecufkzsBG_nrCxTf9isDFdhZ8kbmLtUeKveaJpxxXrPix4Y-abnLtMn3ffu5-hUG9FgM1bsJThJCigHdXL7VN19OQhNFwXKsmlehZ/s320/IMG_8991.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608512124708697330" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6-4d-HXv6Pgw41GP1Mf2kYKQ6OjF8EZDgdObqd0GACOu1SaADNrt-xCPqt1rNRne-uGA1CqOzqvWZHfwd4d9ZzIk37D2KJdk9VogSNrf-Aoc9Z3m-JMBEx_1rNsNaHv2JMMZvBCeHDUaf/s1600/IMG_8922.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6-4d-HXv6Pgw41GP1Mf2kYKQ6OjF8EZDgdObqd0GACOu1SaADNrt-xCPqt1rNRne-uGA1CqOzqvWZHfwd4d9ZzIk37D2KJdk9VogSNrf-Aoc9Z3m-JMBEx_1rNsNaHv2JMMZvBCeHDUaf/s320/IMG_8922.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608512122824683810" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgcuEmlCJHxTqARndS8YXTU9sUJEDn8eherCmEGCnCBr869tSeUVLe8jxYLlgMPexIlNMF8ODIgXx_GxJYEEcRr8UOFti8oLHpXiTyHp3sA5vZ2sBIHQHXTWd3RJc5kAoquNdVnV7iGTVR/s1600/IMG_8918.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgcuEmlCJHxTqARndS8YXTU9sUJEDn8eherCmEGCnCBr869tSeUVLe8jxYLlgMPexIlNMF8ODIgXx_GxJYEEcRr8UOFti8oLHpXiTyHp3sA5vZ2sBIHQHXTWd3RJc5kAoquNdVnV7iGTVR/s320/IMG_8918.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608512119194774162" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZM_rZWbwK9sSaNBY1XkIrUBdS0Of7mZtyUm93zCjKY_cbP5qvQmToVyCYEHn__8c3PqAOdxGf_IuAlfjpGAkQU2GIyLQhzGtT_lJEm5hOSPeSmGi-nQ18EReUrkmbizm30hwR6Nz2ArX4/s1600/IMG_8913.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZM_rZWbwK9sSaNBY1XkIrUBdS0Of7mZtyUm93zCjKY_cbP5qvQmToVyCYEHn__8c3PqAOdxGf_IuAlfjpGAkQU2GIyLQhzGtT_lJEm5hOSPeSmGi-nQ18EReUrkmbizm30hwR6Nz2ArX4/s320/IMG_8913.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608512116088638898" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM_9joO4NZeuvRzWq89t8F5tJJNnZdH_dwrixD17TCAcbZ6SLzXyhscaG4FUaljvSUcxp5wDxIqZRxHcqbQ1ZRmxh9pqxTOWAAi_K_2JucKecqOtKstHUICnhlDQVjHSbH_GzY4-zFjm5O/s1600/IMG_8874.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM_9joO4NZeuvRzWq89t8F5tJJNnZdH_dwrixD17TCAcbZ6SLzXyhscaG4FUaljvSUcxp5wDxIqZRxHcqbQ1ZRmxh9pqxTOWAAi_K_2JucKecqOtKstHUICnhlDQVjHSbH_GzY4-zFjm5O/s320/IMG_8874.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608512116220674930" /></a>It is very fitting that I publish this post today. The sun is broken up here in Utah! We had snow on the ground on Tuesday and it was MAY 17!!!!!!! Seriously! I have never had a winter and now spring so gray and rainy! In fact, Utah is worried about flooding. So.....looking back to sunnier, warmer, and happier days.......THE CRUISE!!!! <div>We had so much fun on this Kelly family reunion! It was wonderful! Cabo, Puerto Vallarta, and Cabo again! Beach, dolphins, and shopping! In that order! Food-food and more food! And you can not forget the Hot Molten Lava Chocolate Cake EVERY NIGHT!!!!! Can we go back? There really was not a down point on the cruise. I even got to have a scalp treatment, back massage and facial. (Ladies wait to do this the last day at sea, the prices are totally discounted! all 3 services for $79)</div><div>THANK YOU PAT AND CHLOE ANN!!!!! It was A BLAST!!! (And thank you Mom for watching Parker in AZ)<br /><br /></div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-47995558306578913852011-05-19T13:05:00.009-06:002011-05-19T13:27:57.956-06:00Swimming with Dolphins<img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoMW6czk2Zc3s6r_RweUAx2mi3RQckAdT-Q5ivro2hokYvHZMA4tnIHMDWjvvQbX_tM_SpmW10SWwuZF9TQ4CtY_mQ9sONEdeO9mzk8Dmy7zgFlRRhyqZQuAEESW9GFFjZmJCQ3Jj6i9qi/s320/DSC_0139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608506417333348562" /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitdAO6WbG8gWNc15afd_JOZfme1_Hd7YArcvqanL8UHME8Ji4KtXkDzAyxUwPGfAYpqbf9XoaqwOyNJ-Xk10Ch8ZkWgDkjDnLe8iUaJR5TkjHk_JMR1Ynl7OPH8FcJ_lGsBhuco9YAtHgw/s320/DSC_0167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608507300786595826" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg9rvZ_V-TZnjLsvOE3vL3nNxNvagbsdcb8t1Zo8kyO8WYODi_7yXLx1eNmC2ScluqGPHKgHj_sf_9J4sYuxQv1ckL3YpSAN_LIRLJOCXqMB0JEUmrMIfroha-v78JNl1NP2jRAwnWoYFf/s320/DSC_0089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608507800461495650" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivVH5GgQs49GJZKzMMfVxD4-z12v6rVqib9KraImm7VxNbP_P-c6lp7s2BrWIM04n-Ar0Z_EgcaGhy0pPytXExfuuWVjDWvigTijrUllyE4d1J9fTPwtZxOYLn_INH0j4zUPIf9GB6h5AS/s1600/DSC_0127.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivVH5GgQs49GJZKzMMfVxD4-z12v6rVqib9KraImm7VxNbP_P-c6lp7s2BrWIM04n-Ar0Z_EgcaGhy0pPytXExfuuWVjDWvigTijrUllyE4d1J9fTPwtZxOYLn_INH0j4zUPIf9GB6h5AS/s320/DSC_0127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608506415141503426" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRo6MSjAV52mutrkovz5Lu348h5nNx5ZJr88TimiGJycJSH2QQLKf1aTN0KlOJk5bUu1Jk8XwNeI7zHDZBSq-07qx2cqYqf3wxlvKGU1RDHs949GEqDR2iJOOy1Ixo5RFkZYP4oIvUnA-4/s1600/DSC_0151.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRo6MSjAV52mutrkovz5Lu348h5nNx5ZJr88TimiGJycJSH2QQLKf1aTN0KlOJk5bUu1Jk8XwNeI7zHDZBSq-07qx2cqYqf3wxlvKGU1RDHs949GEqDR2iJOOy1Ixo5RFkZYP4oIvUnA-4/s320/DSC_0151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608506408285446018" /></a><br /><br />A dream come true, AGAIN!!!We had so much fun!!!!!!! While on the cruise, Matt and his family and our family decided to go to a waterpark in Puerto Vallarta. It was awesome! When we got there a worker told us they are having this deal where adults can go swimming with dolphins for only $79 and then kids get to swim with dolphins FREE!!!! if you don't know any Kelly's.....their favorite word is FREE!!!! So we were able to have this fabulous waterpark basically to ourselves and then we were able to go swimming with dolphins! It was the highlight of the cruise! I wonder if the kids realize how lucky they really are! I love this picture with London and the kids. Can you see their excitement?!?!?!? <div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyYPYQNx0Lhka5dE-wieNiBKwxU7zUCCbUcICkAc_RQj-7-N_MOwTlWXMLahWjwbf4tcD2IjiWmSU5jSuOY9DTY6ixptexluiOaR_-Uqx2qNuhyphenhyphenPcUXq-EVHfw8XzXTWxmCn9NjCW74_3p/s320/IMGP0019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608506863450838562" /></div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcsGIVtg8pl6tNey7r7Vb_cdSIA2s-b6grL3cThXlCsueDeJbG-Rx-hTA-nCxNGCA-IhxUTnkx91RYeF8G1vQEHT03Rzs9Vx1UlHZ4FkqM_UoFfr9OExV5hwnIsaDWzFXDQbeUSdEdGHqh/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608506401888299538" /><div>A piece of advice: If you ever go on a cruise- do not go through the excursions on the cruise. They were charging kids $99 and adults $129 for the exact same thing. We loved doing it on our own because we rented a jeep, (Yes one jeep for 4 adults and 4 kids but that is a story in and of itself) and then we were able to arrive/leave whenever we wanted to. Definitely the way to go! MAN! WE HAD SO MUCH FUN!!!!<br /><br /></div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-89558736690373420422011-02-18T22:12:00.005-07:002011-02-18T22:38:32.813-07:00Happy Birthday Buddy!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgltudTzq3JBYU_RvavCLs98hyphenhyphene50rzcfJ-V_wrryMV7PJ_hyBa3-3uOhBCNfyJvhd4b3ecmJ96k3mn4txutiedVwsdL1QOCJiHFonSDMwh_jexQJiHGFS7r_RDk612Dc_vvSWL2-GpSLbt/s1600/IMG_0194.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgltudTzq3JBYU_RvavCLs98hyphenhyphene50rzcfJ-V_wrryMV7PJ_hyBa3-3uOhBCNfyJvhd4b3ecmJ96k3mn4txutiedVwsdL1QOCJiHFonSDMwh_jexQJiHGFS7r_RDk612Dc_vvSWL2-GpSLbt/s320/IMG_0194.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575265835750968834" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge21U6ZkLWa3bnhsBbsNU7aKh_cWf0Kg-D3VemudTKpipJVt7WHTKO-3B_rF_LlxOivkoC54GDlxz7haU3X2HTe39sSNqO1WqvQjxaLT1yJBYWUu4HS1H5R6kHflmp_zgmYIb4SfD9NHYk/s1600/DSCN0162.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge21U6ZkLWa3bnhsBbsNU7aKh_cWf0Kg-D3VemudTKpipJVt7WHTKO-3B_rF_LlxOivkoC54GDlxz7haU3X2HTe39sSNqO1WqvQjxaLT1yJBYWUu4HS1H5R6kHflmp_zgmYIb4SfD9NHYk/s320/DSCN0162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575265832859492642" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-tBRrrFrfO0iFDZxGYTnDaB6FKXIr7frx_ojHumHzXy_eYj_IwphI8kZcTr5wa_7KV7twiPLmAOmp_ZSsbuDSp_NC51IfCJRhsALHv5AjZejeCFv1j3_IdP1xNrt9gsgmPjbEKTztBhul/s1600/DSCN0605.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-tBRrrFrfO0iFDZxGYTnDaB6FKXIr7frx_ojHumHzXy_eYj_IwphI8kZcTr5wa_7KV7twiPLmAOmp_ZSsbuDSp_NC51IfCJRhsALHv5AjZejeCFv1j3_IdP1xNrt9gsgmPjbEKTztBhul/s320/DSCN0605.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575265830524516242" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;">OK! So I am only a month over due but oh well. Happy Birthday Buddy!!!! You are such a great kid and we are so lucky to have you in our family. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;">Here are somethings that we love about you:</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;">*phone calls to dad when he is at work reminding him to bring home treats!</span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;">*Cosmo phone calls</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;">*Desire to follow rules</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;">*Quickly say "I'm Sorry" and feel so bad that you start crying when you think you have hurt someone</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;">*Playing bad guys/good guys with Daddy</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;">*Your energy at preschool </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;">*and the daily reports of what is happening with everyone</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;">*You love of football and BYU for that matter</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;">*The fact that you think Uncle Matt makes a billion dollars </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;">*The fact that you think Uncle Chris is the strongest man in the whole entire university! Even stronger than Superman!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;">*Your random questions like, "Mom, who is strongest? Superman, Santa or Jesus?"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;">*When you say 'in the whole entire university' but mean 'universe'</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;">*How you walk Anna to Primary, holding hands, every week.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;">*How you love the Bishop!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;">*How you will clean your room because you know I will throw away your toys if you don't!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;">*How you are so obedient and well behaved! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;">*Your interest in who is older, who is bigger, and who is taller.....you vs ________!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;">*YOUR SMILE!!!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;">We love you!!!! Happy Birthday Buddy!</span></div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-21388968976618298752011-01-13T16:14:00.009-07:002011-01-13T16:49:28.624-07:00Is it really 2011?!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_nSsbCgAaifEU-3vzj71eEDbl710gwbYBuXBK655ETwf9GKHJWzWWkp3MgisvapbUSAcdJA2Bfiiv5512uPfdp0EY5IYJJoQDMx_FJ3FRQYekuinIABJJ_QI-ItK_lF0IUMzYMn9cPRte/s1600/IMG_0196.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_nSsbCgAaifEU-3vzj71eEDbl710gwbYBuXBK655ETwf9GKHJWzWWkp3MgisvapbUSAcdJA2Bfiiv5512uPfdp0EY5IYJJoQDMx_FJ3FRQYekuinIABJJ_QI-ItK_lF0IUMzYMn9cPRte/s320/IMG_0196.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561813611634013938" /></a><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWYigfOyjKWAG5xSfehXhVvpDVOH7e9wpq8P41OOivkAkrX6RlW08TWgZgy7FEjpbXbHrBZiYZcyknGYdqHSHwEeAaHJ8DKzmYsGCPsn9r_595xC5hyphenhyphenzkW6NpNyI6bz_vaCfw8mUng0xL1/s320/IMG_0181.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561813591407023330" /><br /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJvxWGeMavaiX7St6YHfWoTiHsI1gQs2LV62n6ryqBdI2IDFIGTyLhdapMMIAuLlNKJcq6ndqgggxm5QMO-yz5WDG0WSI0K7-HwExHE7tnn2b0NEfIwkrXpYllZ05v5NglJC8UdaIFtzwD/s320/IMG_0194.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561813601292369218" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdf7jc6gGuvvUgcLOzulabq2r9DUwA8FYe2r78jQazqBiCgFKh31AkDHJDGQC2HcqWb4N-WK0kDaYJ7x31_8wF9BbR9kIlAnUnAylvnQsF_CC6LmiNu-rTMwVQE0w__V4TMm1KflPJAinI/s320/IMG_0225.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561813610686696338" /><br /><br /><div>I love, love, love these pictures!!!! I thought it was time to take another set of family pictures and I am so happy we did!!!! Our friend, Lindsay Goeckeritz has a studio and she did a FANTASTIC JOB!!! We gave our grandparents a little magnetic booklet of pix and MY DAD called and thanked me for the booklet! That really meant alot to me for my dad to call and tell me he loved the booklet!<div><br /></div><div>So what has happened the last couple of months, well, I am sure everybody was just as busy during the holidays as we were. We had our annual Neighborhood Christmas party at our house and had 92 people there! No kids, of course, so it was a ton of fun! My favorite was when Spencer asked Santa for $1 billion and a REAL jet pack!!! Santa is smart and gave him play money! Christmas was wonderful and stressful and enjoyable and crazy! I realized I was done with crowds, Costco, malls, people, shopping, and spending money when I flipped someone off in Provo! Stupid college people that think they own the streets of Provo! I do have to admit that it is pretty sad when the cashier at Bath and Body Works tells me that I should go home! He could even tell I had had it!</div><div><br /></div><div>As far as resolutions go, the only one I ever kept was in 1997 when I made a resolution to not get engaged! That is a story in a story but I just broke off an engagement and I was done with dating! So I never put any thought in resolutions but here are some things that I am looking forward to in 2011: </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Birthdays</b>: not mine of course, but I love birthdays! Spencer turns 5 tomorrow! </div><div><b>Traveling:</b> Cruise in April, Aspen Grove in June, Hawaii in June and who knows what else!</div><div><b>Triathlon</b>: My sis in law talked me into doing the Women of Steel Tri in May! I am excited!!!</div><div><b>IPod</b>: I got an Ipod touch from Mike for Christmas and I love it! I am now cool! I know how to download songs from itunes!</div><div><br /></div><div>I just love the excitement of a new year! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div></div></div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-10904695554281464362010-11-11T13:30:00.003-07:002010-11-11T14:05:59.425-07:00October Happenings<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmckhGZ4iNneiuIFFxJptUNr8kVfzftWsY-8OWrwrZ_yChAzogHGEHvwB8HaFTEJFKb8smosmtinZMEvpW6bJSR7U_WQ4vPnqMg0oZTrLDcLMMSNM_DJm5ASUyLewDyD86tavXH8JIJitO/s1600/DSCN0740.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmckhGZ4iNneiuIFFxJptUNr8kVfzftWsY-8OWrwrZ_yChAzogHGEHvwB8HaFTEJFKb8smosmtinZMEvpW6bJSR7U_WQ4vPnqMg0oZTrLDcLMMSNM_DJm5ASUyLewDyD86tavXH8JIJitO/s320/DSCN0740.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538393007966060210" /></a>Addie has really surprised me by wanted to run races. I think her Aunt Molly is starting to rub off on Adds. So Addie and I have run, but realistically, walked 2 races now. They both were a ton of fun! I hope we continue this excitement in the spring when the weather turns warm again.<div><br /></div><div>The first weekend in October, my sister (and her family) and my mom and brothers came to visit. It was a General Conference trip so they came and went but not before we could have a ton of fun with my nephew Max! The kids were great at Gardner Village!!!! They had a blast on the witches scavenger hunt! I love that little kid, Max! He is even more adorable in life than in this pic!!</div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie6MjbXm-PQTXVhGyWBwVpFC76NYguE3Yi2JefTC_3pkV0t29otZiF7FLqHUzdGFGKoXPLnuHsWj8xTJdvdcTkzRf-zCZvktaU0_FnP0lBisKVF5njdynTkUlJUUuk3hHtUfiLoaCe-MTO/s320/DSCN0747.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538393003850050610" /><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>And this is Happy Baby Parker! He is the happiest baby I have ever seen. He is just smiling and loves to be around people. In fact, the only time that he cries is when he realizes that nobody is around paying attention to him! Can we say Spoiled?! But he is so happy, it is easy to spoil him!</div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUWp26_Z7NSi18ppygnJqNNE2U0PYLOXV5hECHINkBijMKYqtKhivbkYzdWewqjL-p46rGN-3JyuuK_WGn_hevfVq-rr8E29q-R6aR1F-pX89G7S0PMnnTiXjDcIBFtt8n24C6QWcxaW1e/s320/DSCN0780.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538393015441547186" /><div><br /></div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-47183462520777644232010-06-24T14:51:00.006-06:002010-06-24T15:50:23.315-06:00HAPPY very Belated Birthday Jayne!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitYBQrpnp_YEXd8gQMg5VsA2GXMd6cUydDmwq0iufxQr6Ca5W-mcDrJIwwKZ3eJcCIfCQynx22lO4wmyiu8aFrKlyj4PIAmebRVlSV17dWTWAiPZeE5F3J_iIWfMJBOMvh2po5aNGJvQ4Q/s1600/DSCN0139.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitYBQrpnp_YEXd8gQMg5VsA2GXMd6cUydDmwq0iufxQr6Ca5W-mcDrJIwwKZ3eJcCIfCQynx22lO4wmyiu8aFrKlyj4PIAmebRVlSV17dWTWAiPZeE5F3J_iIWfMJBOMvh2po5aNGJvQ4Q/s320/DSCN0139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486448285448593570" /></a>My dearest Jayne,<div><br /></div><div>I have known that you were going to be mine since I was 10 years old! I will never forget it and I am sure that you won't either since I talk about it often. But that was the day that my testimony of eternal families was born and I KNEW you were supposed to be in my family. It was after my Grandma Flake's funeral and I was having a quiet moment saying goodbye to her at the cemetary. Then, just as real as a bird chirping, I saw a picture of you in my mind. Blond hair, blue eyes, huge dimples, and I heard a voice tell me "Jane. You will have a daughter named Jane." And then 17 years later, that moment became reality when I held you in my arms. I love the decision that Mike and I made to add the "y' into your name. It is unique and original, just like you! </div><div><br /></div><div>Six years after your birth, I never could have imagined having so many emotional moments with just one child. I now know why you were brought into my life. I appreciate your honesty, love and sincerity,and at times, trials. You have melted my heart with such wonderful, heart felt compliments and made me so frustrated that the only thing that kept you alive was the fact that you were named after my Grandma Flake. From your febrile seizures when you were 2 yrs old, to your potty training for 1 1/2 years, to your newly diagnosed disorder, I wouldn't change a thing about you.</div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicm9qvJ2WKizlySNgIHtk6mmhfG7NlepZWGzy6ZqgZ458R8-nzXa0tIf89wxYjvg6AjMhfiRK_Q9lhdecaNL8J4E7IP3kVkatyDBGJrtH0lbbEArqnlalyRMoJUEZzrhTLkWbPWnnuUqpR/s320/sc0135f155.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486447440290397330" /><div><br /></div><div>I remember when we lived in AZ, one Fast Sunday, you ran up through the choir chairs, and of course, I had to get you. I remember asking Bishop McMullin, 'What do I do with her?" I had had one of those moments of complete frustration and instantly he changed it with two sentences, "You love her. Just love her." The funny thing is that I saw the Savior telling me that, not the Bishop. And once again, I knew that you were supposed to be mine.</div><div><div><br /></div><div>I will never forget researching Oppositional Defiant Disorder and not knowing whether to cry or laugh because it described you perfectly. And then reading the test results from the doctors was another confirmation of your personality and the struggles that you have gone through. I loved going to the 'learning doctor' and having our mommy/daughter dates with you. I love your energy for life. We will work through any trials that you will have, together. And yes, at times I give you more leniency but I know that you are trying so hard to be good. I can see it in your beautiful blue eyes. </div><div><br /></div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPayxa4InGUSlqmkNplQCTqgRv9W6whXNX6OxJ6StSVmqLNLhyphenhyphenre8tUHrOSXhb7tNd0G9AjtglHIjp_rciZ3R9e6JPY9ujvIv-_JwblI1mNpBX-rO3J3z6v_DpzCRdtCXedrISG5AAt-RH/s320/DSCN0151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486447436181099026" /><div>My only prayer for you is to take that good energy and stay close to the Gospel. Be good. Do good. Act good. Show goodness in all that you do!<br /><br /></div><div>Happy 6th Birthday! I love you!</div><div><br /></div><div>Love,</div><div>Your Mom<br /><br /></div></div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-15463515344370881232010-05-05T11:06:00.002-06:002010-05-05T11:39:41.661-06:00Smiles!I love it when babies start to coo and smile. And that is the stage that Parker is at! And the whole family is enjoying making him smile! We had his 2 mo. old check up and he is growing! 12 lbs. even, 23 1/2 inches. But I do think "Buppie" will be out of sorts the next couple of days from his shots.<div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfF52RFNMC6Tf02-mTeKdWJD6VnFzpDHgZC8ktv9aJxzhwj0IZs-C06IMw9y46bej4uZx4zm2ElMPS1DOBhvdjVb0eZaqfvyltdoaq3_9zGZk3UQzEfTfcyiFEJIIFJ3EkwhBQxcIcF59Z/s320/DSCN0110.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467834498501530802" /><br /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcm7qfi39pL57i_ZYvxO4YaBkU9F_lgRBHXLqDeWRr698u2NA1pyCwgFXrLVyTOWpn9qUD32qyNTx0VE2F7Wi47MCRsrZO7IVyoZDRyw-bRnQShMadSzj9Hz-UAhEW8eVOhNbtyt3GTE33/s320/DSCN0112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467834509793606594" /><div>We had Parker's blessing on Sunday at our house. Due to the fact of it being Stake Conference. My mom and sister were in town for Women's Conference and so my dad was the only one who had to fly in for it. It was very nice but to be honest, I don't know if I really liked doing the blessing at home. Right after the amen was said it was like, 'OK fire up the grill, and lets eat!" I kind of like having it at church so that the sweet feeling lasts longer. But it was worth it since I had my family in town. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi32bcFR_q-iMl4LPY70gfwmJd9esSfmWNlR6HtnD_ZefZWnfsJPVfXpFKYoyvzz8olJZBXn2oZUAhb0UGEa5_iwXtazcK4X87CylQ6vipLeuR1poBEqigRxVphwC5Zj3YYZUCSTU3VAYR9/s320/DSCN0118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467834518825948226" /><div>We also celebrated May birthdays! Grandma Kelly's, Jayne's and Uncle Matt's. I don't know what is going on but I am a rockstar this year with birthday gifts. Not to toot my own horn but they have been creative and enjoyable but yet needed and practical. Or atleast that is how I feel when I give them away! You know what I mean....not like the generic candle for your ma-in-law, but nothing homemade where you know they are going to go home and throw it away. Hopefully they liked their gifts as much as I liked giving them.</div></div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-65625491080331947642010-03-17T13:34:00.005-06:002010-03-17T15:06:09.702-06:00Meet Parker William!!!!!<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj880sb3-Dh_YgYc4agjhmnj4hcyyjcjLZo0framrzHMqJELLmig5a2nawM6YBYUUXt7nniAWQI5v2qqFLcknPVFGT9EyUMlHJXn4dcVbbdaauevBSf3FJh7NfvBiQuigoZQ7w4AXXOCK2e/s320/DSC_0591-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449689103552916898" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Parker William Kelly </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Born: March 2, 2010</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">4:02 pm</span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span>8 lbs. 4 oz.</span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">21 inches</span></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUz1ykRn_IZ7hSCRdTi8_RvRAOWK5CbR5_jHBMc8xLq58rIyI35gjCF75bvFARpb37fKqqcvRI88c2bE0b-hk7CfM5HN8kG04NQYRKkSaDvd4N8e_7c9-zSMz-v0-SyIbLvxxYCs1ljkEb/s320/DSC_0679.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449689122756461746" />Our miracle baby! To say that everything went great with the delivery, would be a lie but I know there are worse horror stories out there and we have all heard of some. But I am writing this as my journal and not to get sympathy or to be dramatic. So here is the timeline of Parker's entrance into the world. </div><div><br /></div><div>Monday night: Mike gives me a blessing and tells me that "I will know what is going on with my body and I will be able to express my feelings to the doctors and nurses....And the doctors and nurses will be able to perform to their ability and knowledge."</div><div><br /></div><div>Tuesday:</div><div>7:30 am: got called to go to the hospital at 9:00 am to be induced.</div><div>8:00 am: Accidentally took Jayne's ADHD medicine instead of my prenatal pill.</div><div>8:10 am: chugged a ton of water so I could throw up Jayne's meds, but to no avail!</div><div>10:00 am: got hooked up to the pitocin, with an increase of dosage every 30 minutes. Got checked and I was dilated 1 cm, and only 50% effaced, and Parker hadn't dropped so he is really high up. Nurse comments that I hope I have a baby today and that I am not sent home.</div><div>12:00 ish: Dr. Terry breaks my water with the nurse literally pushing down on my stomach so that he could reach. That gives you an idea of how high up Parker was. But at least I know I am having a baby and I am not going home. Still dialated at 1 cm.</div><div>2:00 pm. Talk of epidural comes up. My mom tells the nurse I will be ready at 3:30pm (so that I can feel what natural labor is like since she had 5 natural births). But I am to the point where I can't breath, can't even open my eyes, can't talk, and contractions are only a couple minutes apart. My mom goes to lunch, I tell the nurse, when the dr. is out of surgery, I am ready for the epidural. (love ya mom, but I had enough and I am not a pioneer!!!)</div><div><br /></div><div>2:30 pm: Nurse checks me and I am still dialated 1 cm. I AM REALLY MAD! REALLY MAD!!!!! Who is hooked up to pitocin for 4 1/2 hours and doesn't even dialate!!!!!!!! And I am ready for an epidural!?!?!? Am I the biggest wimp out there?! But I know I have reached my limit and I want an epidural NOW!!!! Went to the bathroom before getting the epidural and I noticed blood on the bed. I go to the bathroom and passed a huge blood clot. (it was massive...I literally felt it come out in a fist size ball!) Tell the nurse and she says it is not normal but it probably has something to do with the fact that the baby was so high up. Then the anestesiologist comes in and hooks me up to the epidural. Life is better now.</div><div><br /></div><div>3:20 pm: The nurse notices that the baby is starting to go into stress and so I am put on oxygen. I am finally dialated to 4 cm. And the nurse reminds me to tell her when I feel pressure 'down there'. But for now, just try to get some rest.</div><div><br /></div><div>3:40 pm. Nurse comes in again and wants to check me. Baby's heart rate is really going down with every contraction and she says if I have more of these, then it will be c-section time. I tell her I am starting to feel pressure down there and she checks me and says that I am dialated to 8 cm. and we are ready to go. While she is texting Dr. Terry, he walks in the door to see how I am doing. He says, OK let's have a baby. I start feeling 'out of it' right now. The nurse tells me important information about pushing and I remember thinking, "I know she is telling me something but I don't know what she is saying."</div><div><br /></div><div>3:50 pm: He checks me and I am fully dialated and ready to push. Then Dr. Terry tells me the same instructions that the nurse told me and I realize what I am supposed to do. Phew. The Resident doctor sits down in 'catching' position and Dr. Terry talks him through what is going to happen. I feel a contraction coming and so I am told to push. Parker's head comes out and Dr. Terry notices that the cord is around his neck. He tells the resident dr. to cut the cord and then Dr. Terry pushes the resident dr. out of the way and takes control when he finds out that the cord is around Parker's neck not once, not twice, but three times. Yes, the cord was around his neck 3 times! My mom catches on to this whole thing since I am really out of it now. </div><div><br /></div><div>4:02 pm: Dr. Terry tells me to push again and I just lay there. He says, 'Push' and I reply, "you mean me?" (That shows you how out of it I really am). I push through the second contraction and he is out! Yes, that is right. I pushed through 1 1/2 contractions and then Parker was out!!! And good thing too. Because I passed another blood clot right before Parker came out. And so he swallowed a lot of blood. I remember saying, "Is he ok?! He isn't crying! Is he ok?" The pediatric nurse takes Parker and has to clean out his stomach because of the high amount of blood that he swallowed. The nurses all tell me that he is fine he is just quietly taking in his surroundings. Then the doctor continues to work on me and I find out that there is a lot of blood and that my placenta has gone to shreds. So he has to pull my placenta off of my uterus, in pieces. I think the eye opening experience was when Dr. Terry told us how happy he was that Parker came out so quickly. You could tell that he was extremely serious and happy taht I didn't have to have a c-section right then and there. And the other eye opener was when my mom asked Dr. Terry what the record for times the cord is around a baby's neck and he replied, "tres. Tres times." So I don't know if Parker was the record or tied the record but atleast he is healthy and ok. And the fact that Dr. Terry and the nurses were calling him the miracle baby is in itself both alarming and humbling at the same time.</div><div><br /></div><div>But both Parker and I are healthy and strong and feeling great. I am so enjoying this baby of ours and I can't put him down. I am totally eating him up. Welcome to the world Parker!</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNGd1Yo8DHBYa58I3kABRYs-4FM3ztA-slu2LVAqQ_bemImAqJ1QJMIib5iGwn94g8Og4X92xDM972t0J4yktOOGXbesk7waq490VOCcAOJKwpLMmOH5H040UyUza00HqZIV4gtoOy2lbw/s1600-h/DSC_0671-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNGd1Yo8DHBYa58I3kABRYs-4FM3ztA-slu2LVAqQ_bemImAqJ1QJMIib5iGwn94g8Og4X92xDM972t0J4yktOOGXbesk7waq490VOCcAOJKwpLMmOH5H040UyUza00HqZIV4gtoOy2lbw/s320/DSC_0671-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449689131205543890" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-66740054908912858182010-02-26T10:48:00.003-07:002010-02-26T11:24:13.457-07:00February HappeningsIt is time to play catch-up again. So here are a couple of things that we did in February. Well, actually Spencer turned 4 in January so I guess it is catching up for 2 months and not just one.<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuqNndqV3NaAPM2PDv7ozOWkkwOxWBV7TTL9NMM-sNtsaM0i3y2SPPlA3OfD4JL1USvwrELI9XJuy8dRY9_-ttIA-N31qUW5bWRcCums9oLzO-73Mt_2-QLu1Ihjo4NDNQO-iqnJSJ2Roy/s320/IMG_2653.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442613379047811650" /> If anybody doesn't know, Spencer and Mike are best buddies. Spencer will climb all over him at church, at home and anywhere else, I am invisible and I love it that way. He loves his 'big buddy' and 'big buddy' loves his 'little buddy.'<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLI-zkuYBypHGe516Oh6YfD-X36aixuGhaiqO1T-NvI4OKiU3SREFkVURNzb0psifnTBBj5ThRuhJkQf_SZRsoXW7_i53jebV-ZeMAnUHSt_dvnwLcLC8S3_57sH2BSrcL78Opv7Dft9_1/s1600-h/IMG_2664.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLI-zkuYBypHGe516Oh6YfD-X36aixuGhaiqO1T-NvI4OKiU3SREFkVURNzb0psifnTBBj5ThRuhJkQf_SZRsoXW7_i53jebV-ZeMAnUHSt_dvnwLcLC8S3_57sH2BSrcL78Opv7Dft9_1/s320/IMG_2664.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442613367148209522" /></a>Can you tell that Spencer is in the "let's make funny faces for the camera" stage? We had some friends/family go to a fabulous place called PIRATE ISLAND for Spencer's birthday. Think Chuck E Cheese and Mayan Restaraunt and you get Pirate Island. Needless to say, this is every boys' dream. It is worth the drive to Orem. Tons of fun!!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRY_5rSAQVEzCndyVIK698ndzyJt0BUH3krVJgzxXfY4-AIy7R4B-6i-X3JyzV0FJed6P60w_Etvo7HVdvrnarthv_5MZDxIPxXpq-42AVS0GQpcjoRfOIwjZFPdVdc0U5zudLdltkQg2M/s1600-h/IMG_2671.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRY_5rSAQVEzCndyVIK698ndzyJt0BUH3krVJgzxXfY4-AIy7R4B-6i-X3JyzV0FJed6P60w_Etvo7HVdvrnarthv_5MZDxIPxXpq-42AVS0GQpcjoRfOIwjZFPdVdc0U5zudLdltkQg2M/s320/IMG_2671.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442613350374204370" /></a>Good times at Pirate Island. Good times.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhSZQoRVTPAsc5k1nddmjj1DVgKfJSsIOH36TNMoV4-N8DlRn8b7MH5ewnQpTmALaG5oL4Rm1aKJ7BIIbylkCwt7cXWCU422shCaSfP1x_kOgEqCS1wOBgsX7FQ-u0edozM_91RIcrOZ4W/s1600-h/IMG_2709.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhSZQoRVTPAsc5k1nddmjj1DVgKfJSsIOH36TNMoV4-N8DlRn8b7MH5ewnQpTmALaG5oL4Rm1aKJ7BIIbylkCwt7cXWCU422shCaSfP1x_kOgEqCS1wOBgsX7FQ-u0edozM_91RIcrOZ4W/s320/IMG_2709.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442613342022236386" /></a>Nevermind the brown whale in the middle of the picture. But it is fitting since we had one last family activity to see "Jonah and the Great Fish" on stage. The performance was awesome!!!!! David Osmond was Jonah, and the whole cast was top notch. Remember Gev from So you think you can Dance? He was a dancer. Ashley Delegroso from Dancing with the Stars? Her little sister was a dancer as well. And there were more fabulous actors and actresses. If anybody knows about the "LIKEN" dvds, they were the ones that produced the play. We can't wait for Jonah to go to DVD so we can add it to our collection of church movies to watch on Sundays.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4vEhmDdg9x4kScJFXt-68z37UCsmlvSi8TDO6uKAUwVbTKBq2GQEKx9gX7lo5F0i2cDAsrdpimpcY4H1XsNMuY8CywAwuLpH8-6yOonrJXxY96jmKe26bk_yEeLIHpF9QJd7W5oKZw1sJ/s1600-h/IMG_2711.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4vEhmDdg9x4kScJFXt-68z37UCsmlvSi8TDO6uKAUwVbTKBq2GQEKx9gX7lo5F0i2cDAsrdpimpcY4H1XsNMuY8CywAwuLpH8-6yOonrJXxY96jmKe26bk_yEeLIHpF9QJd7W5oKZw1sJ/s320/IMG_2711.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442613329002620914" /></a>And we can't forget the 'false alarm' that happened Feb 12. I was having contractions so bad that when Mike came home from the temple, I started counting them. After 10 contractions in one hour, we headed to the hospital at 11:30 pm. The great joke was on us though. STUPID BRAXTON HICKS!! So Mike's mom and dad were on the way to the hospital around 12:30 am when I was told I was going home. So they ended up spending the night at our house and I got a shot of morphine and phenegren. So Grandma made Valentine Sugar Cookies with the kids. (Jayne wanted to watch Sat. morning cartoons) but Addie and Spence loved the time with Grandma.<div><br /></div><div>Just get ready because the next post will be of the new little guy. Only 5 more days (if I don't get bumped from the induction list on March 2). Cross your fingers because I know that we are. Hope you all had a great Jan/Feb.<br /><br /></div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-61786623389334060752010-01-14T09:56:00.009-07:002010-01-14T16:44:26.802-07:00Goodbye Tonsils and Adenoids!On Monday, Spencer had the wonderful priviledge <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(note sarcasm)</span> of getting his tonsils and adenoids out. We felt like it would be a good idea since on a healthy day his tonsils were a size 3+( out of 4) and his adenoids had a 50% blockage. Nevermind all of the snoring, sleep apnea, coughing attacks during the winter, sinus infections, and strep throat. So Monday was the day! And he was such a trooper! He was wonderful!!!!!<div><br /></div><div>The only thing that was a bit nerve-racking was when the surgery was scheduled for 1:00 pm and the ENT Dr. hadn't shown up yet. At 1:15 pm, both Mike and I were aware that Spencer's patience was closing, QUICKLY!!! Can you blame him if the only thing he had for breakfast was jello and apple juice and then he had to stop eating that at 10:30 am???? Needless to say, he was hungry and he was going to let everyone know in about 2 minutes. But then the Dr came and he was gone at the nick of time.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(Spencer is dressed and ready to go.) </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOYf-vmffGXVRW3Efg5QAdCQYyUt1GDkQBzLBR7IuRzplzpnJWlQpRxNZncbR7mlE4zvU162v_G3h25Lk2CEb8dM1Yf8rFt0Xr6AzLG7hyphenhyphenwxRelhErLFZ8t8MsjT_CIaeGjTjInsC7oJGs/s320/IMG_2636.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426641946242501298" /><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(Uncle Chris, Cosmo the dog, dad, and the star of the day!)</span><br /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglTUFjsPA0sjyTRvub1K6bTHtL3vvjmda9D8-1PuPJ7tbgHMwR5TOicVySNZDLvmhF_pS-5dmOhRkkrNnOLTKp8vW8LwaWimxYVixqSa0gVss9dbkveqtSWg6mOdqARTOkZcNivi0CyrkF/s320/IMG_2637.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426742752270279058" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(sidenote: Uncle Chris is Mike's oldest brother from Michigan who is a Plastic Surgeon. He was there for moral support and it was very comforting having someone know all of the 'lingo' and the right questions that we didn't even think to ask. Thanks Chris!) </span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Saying goodbye! EVERYONE at the hospital were so awesome and nice to Spencer! They even let him take Cosmo with him to the OR.)</span></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH49QlvBdQvlW_O0Li99vxnjdZ_H5hBV_DFzgdw-9kYBAqYHYNU8twgbZUueRMIHe-ErVGpyfA6vIRwo9TXLQJtlclAM0G1KYVhbzbMvLBPazq9bm2uIYM4GJxS6aBykyPhZgsPl2OyAlt/s320/IMG_2643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426641963878516466" /><div><br /></div><div>After the surgery, which lasted 20 minutes, they let one of us go to the PACU room, which is before the recovery room. I said to MIke, "I pushed him out, I get to see him." But down the hall, I could hear him crying for daddy. So I came in and there were 3 nurses with him and he was upset. I asked him if he wanted mommy or daddy. Of course, he said daddy and so I gave him a kiss on the forhead and turned around and got Mike from the waiting room. I couldn't even tell you what the PACU room looked like, I was in and out so quickly. After 10 minutes, they were transfered to the recovery room and that is when Uncle Chris and I were able to see him. </div><div><br /></div><div>And this is what Chris and I saw:</div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaZulcmW8TTgRCadRpP0Bd9ckzEX-AMPqWq50U78D-LX6qd0BrtP3BGAlS_QVPm642148yHhtV0Gmen4i0AecQsrk40aKDhrFCcd1lNCGYrhoYmdCaIGeyyBfoOEn0fFzvwNseXNcSl04-/s320/IMG_2646.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426649380438859394" /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2T7vTOhVtfGj9a_KZLlsWRGmq1IPkgD3mL5C56vyLVNDybHoAJ_1yQI9EjdcL_UvwanG8Zq2QUoSewyaSJU_nISroZL9pfN3u74_2JvsLciYGkbLrcc7Uo-WqAC1gDQpmASKicAb1uFMX/s320/IMG_2651.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426649391655635154" /><div>Apparently, after Spencer saw Mike, he immediately calmed down and fell asleep. After that, he was a gem! Wanted apple juice, Sprite, and to watch TV. And he got it all!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(His ride to the car. Loving the attention!)</span></div></div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-7066020271218065622009-12-24T09:26:00.003-07:002009-12-24T09:32:32.969-07:00Merry Christmas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmjVYGD7qv6IOykGUr3qCBuhfEFKhz0QTjMM_lthVEqhHz-O7xjU2krSVIMgteVdZ_kY_cMEtrHOqopkRyKPZOuUw4j2UaWW577UHxKjx-DT4i4HuR7xjOo2sIZOEDj7TW8E7dLFKZrqeu/s1600-h/IMG_2469.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmjVYGD7qv6IOykGUr3qCBuhfEFKhz0QTjMM_lthVEqhHz-O7xjU2krSVIMgteVdZ_kY_cMEtrHOqopkRyKPZOuUw4j2UaWW577UHxKjx-DT4i4HuR7xjOo2sIZOEDj7TW8E7dLFKZrqeu/s320/IMG_2469.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418840444541234914" /></a>We just wanted to wish you all a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS!<div><br /></div><div>School is out, parties are over, shopping is done, breakfast is cooked, and the house is clean! Now it is time to enjoy the true meaning of Christmas and enjoy it with family. </div><div><br /></div><div>Merry Christmas! Love, The Kelly's</div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-24267525969011150552009-11-29T08:47:00.002-07:002009-11-29T09:12:31.767-07:00Life without the letter between x and z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxv6oLOlAnK4PRIVTSaa194g1yZQoazF_etrnBMkEtP-Idr0iM29saD8-4iM853iwQHMcY4GyiMLX60BigaZ4i46JJMOod9X7X8p6SGtkhVsoChSaGBrXhgAcj8dS03FOoG7OUGeJQT-NW/s1600/images.jpeg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 106px; height: 120px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxv6oLOlAnK4PRIVTSaa194g1yZQoazF_etrnBMkEtP-Idr0iM29saD8-4iM853iwQHMcY4GyiMLX60BigaZ4i46JJMOod9X7X8p6SGtkhVsoChSaGBrXhgAcj8dS03FOoG7OUGeJQT-NW/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409559161360221090" /></a><br />For one reason or another, the letter between x and z doesn't work on 'mi' 'kee'board. I am 'tri'ing to figure out what is going on. I wonder if it could be the end result of a certain 3 'ear' old 'boee' 'tri'ing to text on the computer. Just 'tri' it. Just 'tri' to 'tipe' without one letter. I bet 'ewe'r big brain goes 'crazee' like I am. What did Danielle 'sae'??.... "going 'crazee' until 'ewe' are face down in a chocolate cake, mumbling a bunch of nothing?!" I am almost there.<div><br /></div><div>Joke for the 'dae': What is the difference between the swine flu and bird flu? 'Ewe' have to take oinkment with one and a tweetment with the other. (Thank 'ewe' Scott Blair for that fabulous joke!)</div><div><br /></div><div>HA HA HA HA HA. (ok. time to wipe off the chocolate cake....I am 'officiallee' losing 'mi' mind.)</div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-4958843974932814712009-11-18T12:35:00.004-07:002009-11-18T13:07:59.242-07:00I like to look for Rainbows<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRhNLfiXhTuHm8z13L-FbvZnfpCKVdXkPJvzEHbuQW1QlwsJKe4pahf5IjtryUmKeIYtnvPWNzBwphWAQDRO6Vu-Hv6jIIo1cVCtGOtigz_Bam8Is4QQnQDXKzmBN73F0NqDOS22ypoFRx/s1600/IMG_2371.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRhNLfiXhTuHm8z13L-FbvZnfpCKVdXkPJvzEHbuQW1QlwsJKe4pahf5IjtryUmKeIYtnvPWNzBwphWAQDRO6Vu-Hv6jIIo1cVCtGOtigz_Bam8Is4QQnQDXKzmBN73F0NqDOS22ypoFRx/s320/IMG_2371.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405531558546693730" /></a><br />Ok. So I admit that I had the typical feelings that most people do when they see their oldest child getting baptized. "Has it really been 8 years since I held her as a sweet little newborn?! Has 8 years really gone by that quickly?! Am I really old enough to have one of my children getting baptized?! Have I taught her enough about the Holy Ghost to have her make the right choices?! Is it really only going to be another 8 years until she can date?!?!?!?!" Like I said, typical feelings. I was prepared for those feelings. I will tell you what I wasn't prepared for.....my emotions. <div><br /></div><div>Holy cow!!!!! Blame it on hormones, blame it on lack of sleep, blame it on whatever but where in the world did the emotions come from?! All my sister in law, Molly had to do was look at me before the Baptism service started and I started losing it. Like to the point where I couldn't even sing the songs or hide my emotions. RED PUFFY EYES, here they come! Tissues, I had...Composure, I did not. I even heard my brother in law, Matt say something to his 3 year old daughter about "look at Aunt Angie...she is crying." And he was on the side pew. Not even sitting next to us. ARG!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimimUMOMYiXMfbFpdKOkCUIOZ_X6TwxSG4g_HwhrcWNasZM261597bVy2ifoQCpWZ7RZ_lej7h9BofqPFjajHJ3-Rm_9YruwpHTWjNLuzYn5ciW-4CXspwgDaNmn6iFM-ynwkT4yS5mNTz/s1600/IMG_2355.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimimUMOMYiXMfbFpdKOkCUIOZ_X6TwxSG4g_HwhrcWNasZM261597bVy2ifoQCpWZ7RZ_lej7h9BofqPFjajHJ3-Rm_9YruwpHTWjNLuzYn5ciW-4CXspwgDaNmn6iFM-ynwkT4yS5mNTz/s320/IMG_2355.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405530741699339090" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaj5S1gewySlGLssMTJbuXNZdDPzPVIJ12T_ShD6wzOEt9DROrpRuzjkrEUbBcuggikSKRa_yvS08oOcEBXN-6W6oFUo_BFcd33oSs1oHaolK7A83lM7y5ek-6FT29w0K86A9eYIarOKDX/s1600/IMG_2371.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">It was a great baptismal service. Talks were fabulous, songs were sung with spirit and a special excitment was in the air. </span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">I loved the fact that it was just me and Addie in the dressing room. I was able to watch from the side of the font and see her grinning ear to ear. She couldn't stop smiling. It was great! As I was getting her dressed, I realized the next time I help her into a white dress will be her wedding dress (in 20 years). It was a moment that both Addie and I just looked at each other and hugged. It was a very sweet moment. A tender mercy moment. </span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you to everyone who came and supported Addie on her special day. Especially her Gma and Gpa Llewellyn who flew from AZ to be a part of it! </div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-77811176451750895852009-10-23T14:57:00.002-06:002009-10-23T14:57:00.307-06:00Eight is GREAT!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs4zXI7WTfigFVil7GD51gj0ZigHcOk1SytCbTfT4hcsM97-jc1rsRC5pgOKykd8x6bk-ktpVgbY6mxRlgWdeaEPCuX4kAK1KzxPJbYB7VPI3duys0V0F3BpnstYn3TfJ8QlQxjQtw5c35/s1600-h/IMG_1347.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs4zXI7WTfigFVil7GD51gj0ZigHcOk1SytCbTfT4hcsM97-jc1rsRC5pgOKykd8x6bk-ktpVgbY6mxRlgWdeaEPCuX4kAK1KzxPJbYB7VPI3duys0V0F3BpnstYn3TfJ8QlQxjQtw5c35/s320/IMG_1347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395456002512992098" /></a>I can not believe it but Adelaide Joy is now eight! I can not believe it was 8 years ago that I seriously quit going to BYU a million times because I couldn't handle the pressure of my Economics midterms and having a baby that would projectile vomit after every feeding. But how she has changed my life for the better!<div>It is hard to put my feelings into words. (where are you Kathryn when I need you to write something sweet and sentimental?!) But I will try to express my love for this beautiful girl! </div><div><br /></div><div>She has been so good from day one! All I would have to do is say her name in a scolding way and she would stop in her tracks and come back to me. She <b>wants</b> to be good. Literally, has a <b>desire</b> to do the right thing. She is always happy and well mannered. She is obedient. She loves to help others. And she wants to make others <b>happy</b>, even if that means she doesn't get what she wants. She is my song bird. She is constantly singing and actually has a good voice. She has guts to sing a <b>solo</b> at her great-grandma's funeral when she was only 5 1/2! And she did a great job, always in tune. But that is how she has lived her first 8 years. Always<b> in tune</b> with the right things: church, family, school, activities, friends. I am amazed at how much she teaches me. I will catch her <b>praying</b> in her closet, after I have had a serious mommy temper tantrum, asking forgiveness for making me so upset. She loves to learn, both secularly and spiritually. As long as there is singing involved, church could last 8 hours for all she cares, she loves it. She wants to do what is right. She has definitely lived up to her name: <b>JOY</b>! She is just a joy to be around. And she wants others to be joyful as well. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am excited to see what the next 8 years will entail. Hopefully I will be able to be worthy of such a wonderful daughter because I know she is wonderful inspite of all of my imperfections as a mother. </div><div><br /></div><div>I LOVE YOU ADDIE AND I AM SO PROUD TO BE THE ONE YOU CALL MOTHER!</div><div><br /></div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-50968468961001957012009-10-22T09:40:00.003-06:002009-10-22T09:55:56.586-06:00IT'S A ...........<div style="text-align: center;">First of all, I am feeling 100% better. Yes, I am still on Zofran but I have been off of IVs for quite some time now, maybe over a month. I am able to shower, clean, cook, do laundry and run errands. But even though I <b>can</b> do those things, doesn't mean I <b>actually do</b> them......ha ha ha ha. But no seriously, this is my happy stage. I am 21 weeks and doing good. The best way to start my 'happy stage' before I go into my 'preterm labor stage' is finding out the sex of the baby. So here "it" is:</div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj51rhugc6n_m_kHwSgg01Pt3ILFXS9dm9nmK4vMg1DLMQ0thFhagEq-ggSRruCEvdiPHIzFGFlprGHuyr3Ur9zrubm6YX8u31derSq4L-GIUBkkC9cpz3Tum8zZyAMLMdu8f_2sCyjt_oK/s320/BABY_8.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395450865373885794" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Yes indeedy! We are having a BOY!!!!!!! Can I tell you how happy I am! I honestly thought we were going to have a girl just because this pregnancy has been so hard. And I stressed over it. Not about having a girl but just about finding out. I have had nightmares that this baby was hiding and we wouldn't be able to find out. I had nightmares I missed my doctors appointment. I had nightmares that I went to a hospital in AZ on accident for the ultrasound. I have had nightmares for two weeks now. But now HE is real. We can start thinking of names. And getting the kids excited! This works out great because now the girls can share a room and the boys can share a room. </span><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsPMVg8QGbqDV9K-7VbNDvW7PtfJq564GrNbKoq6CTGicHtvNYpoaKcKCHYlsZd9dkTOmzEMXzUffKY9mu1p31spALgvO0OFhNtklI0YPdsEuERiRGN4HpHXrcJkjgePJ1Sgia7rtqRWse/s320/BABY_34.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395450867926547634" /><div style="text-align: center;">And boy oh boy was this little guy active. He was constantly moving.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMCn-C3oeS32-IY-lA55stMzT56XieTg1K0RZ-URWAVDW_ZOVu_0BhPUHDwu0UF9X3wW48W18eaX1_6U1oFooaNcdhkfm_Flfm-i7ElYrfv8ueii-G4kHHa8SmxRkkCSlXzaEu_wslkPOd/s320/BABY_29.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395450862885463986" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-37350899445309051932009-09-23T11:29:00.010-06:002009-09-23T12:31:57.383-06:00This sucks!<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3XV68pm2Kd0EwFWFLfj87fCyz1uagcpLqo4KUTjUCf7C-XDXSg0X4xVBQKlDXOP-TdOpr5GQNmwJWh8o_m0Tib2sd_juGqVVLs96vPcqkxVlaAsDAguCHWtInZqmcLWooAq2w59PP9dG6/s320/IMG_2002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384724692630628514" /><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So apparently I was a lot sicker than I thought. My worst day was actually on my birthday at the end of August. I couldn't stop throwing up. It seemed like my zofran just stopped working that week. So I had to swallow my pride, call the dr, and say it is time for me to be on an IV. And I called the RS President and said we need meals. So my birthday present came a day later and I was hooked up to the homecare IV.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And I guess it was alot worse than I thought. The nurse said that I was so dehydrated that my heart rate was slow and blood pressure low. (didn't know that could really happen) My mother in law said that I would just stare at the wall and not respond to anything. I remember just being sleepy. (ps I owe Chloe Ann a million dollars for coming over, spending the nights when Mike was out of town, cleaning, doing laundry and putting up with my out of control kids. And yes....they have been completely out of control, somehow they knew they could get away with </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">everything</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> since I was hooked up and couldn't chase them around the house)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So it's almost a month later and the nurses called me today to tell me that I am going to have my 'file' closed. Which means I am ok.HOORAY!!!!!! I had a melt down on Saturday because I did too much on Friday and was throwing up again. During heaves, I am bawling, telling Mike "I don't want to be put of the IV again! The nurses said if I threw up again, they would hook me up!!!" Saturday was not a good day.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So this is the purpose of my post: In 3 years from now when I think, "wouldn't it be nice to have a cute little baby" this will remind me. I AM NEVER DOING THIS AGAIN!!!!!!!! I DON'T WANT TO DEAL WITH IVs, NEEDLES, FLUSHING IVs, CATHETERS IN MY ARM, AND PUKING!!!! NEVER, NEVER, NEVER AGAIN!!!!! (the rest of my kids can go to that lady on TLC who is pregnant with her 20th kid)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGUKphuv3sPJvPX6cbLcYy23LZDptpy0Cooobcj733LYPnjaP8x1TtWzQ39BipyW8_W-Gxx8QRF6mWxhXoZo3kTpK63eXxuGOZIQifP770XupMOxuYZz0BCB97vxMh1AUVmztD-JvEk1HO/s320/IMG_1992.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384724704231743554" /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(The 'lemonade' which Spencer calls it is actually vitamins in the IV bag, not urine. It had the worst after-taste. That alone made me sick.)</span></span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdo9pcsmeALiyfYmxeBnLwyjW5NFKQEBXpzv-gVy1YnRO-g23cZ-zgymB1xIbbbxw68NAxFD9zFyx_FteyjfnqlypJGEoGmr_ykZkuakmDBe6xDf7Kckot-G3Mamg0FJJDVmOA7Yj0vNgu/s320/IMG_2001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384724685949065586" /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-28731767883807512712009-07-29T10:36:00.003-06:002009-07-29T10:40:52.040-06:00NEWS!A couple of weeks ago, Mike came home and read the following ad in the classifieds:<div><br /></div><div>WANTED:</div><div>Father of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">FOUR!!!!! </span>Loving, kind , handsome, and able to scold kids at times. And also patient, willing to pay for cleaning ladies and a lot of fast food. (Even if she throws it up right after.) And don't forget, willing to clean up urine because wife is throwing up so hard, she peed her pants. Services needed until March. And then baby duties will be involved. Preferably a husband that goes by the name of Mike or Miguel. Call Angie for more information.</div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-5781978328475120012009-07-05T10:48:00.006-06:002009-07-05T11:20:02.990-06:00SCHOOL'S OUT... FINALLY!!!!!!We have started summer, officially on July 2. That was Addie's last day of First grade! But I do have to admit that I don't think I even had senioritis this bad when I was a senior in high school. I took Addie out of school a couple of days here and there the last few weeks. Why? Why Not?! So this is how we celebrated the last couple of weeks of school: <div><div style="text-align: center;">we went to This is the Place park with our friends, the Witts<br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDzH69npuFF9vMZdPcOtsUXaL4jTfOY_6NyZfuPnCs6VXXDOy8PV51BkhPAS2Rb7dhYFFB3x9zJuc46sOfw5CPCitQ1HEA77f6fd2bFOuq2CDPwMS108LgBufTd80e96kKW6mEGJuDKERg/s320/IMG_1622.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355022569610489362" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo0c82Kr3qt2NoSwNqcV2n4xYmkxoXT8q1gapMSsIvLbDD228rLVRA3E_75xT8AHwcBTaUHNj8BiMDd4G_2Zt_DgImfOtsVrPfPoJhBFqb27Wj48noutCu-s8FE6BzFA-2Y4sOGFMTuPaX/s320/IMG_1632.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355026156538634098" /><div style="text-align: center;">we celebrated the formation of a new school district(first time in 100 years) by going on a bus ride<br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-OE7GrX6lnizEOA4gGrxkGqjcC8PFrESTqkeTO1ao1Wocu0AuDhAP15YuyxZ2hh8JCE9KknAxj6imLjlCxM-yTKb7_u2XywXS67pwHTu16GxCbUCnv4WN927Bxof4kU_FjnMy7caExeIh/s320/IMG_1643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355022573628056514" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-MHGuSDLQgqZh7832EjXjIm2OahOwVR97dnoi1jCyXFotgJvQtrxZ32_foy_9QLmCnTVK6M-opRpQqzVhdYRSbAkHLWCAqjo229AUeRFXavluMs87PPB4VS92s_7RiyAttOTeQUAbOmMF/s320/IMG_1645.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355026141491354642" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">and then we had all of the end of the year field trips.<br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgChRp_J3jPKNOKC50tMVmyvRiFUG7KaDljNpCnBRc5dZeIiGWSXtx0iXlVohTMq98ysUqz3EREqheEQTC-F5mtLxVLw-pFtrTLVhjBzb4gAaAmI7s2thudfv7fLZzOFg7uDpowybdTBpN-/s320/IMG_1588.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355026137353235602" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhND_5Gq1BM7B4IF-P4hI6Y00434vRynx2Lp_rJ9Gm-ngg-15sq88z0Gjkkb5QxhGOuNVgrH4FOWLru81R7xLAt7T2FWmyVrW5h537keDblJ5-UdvREjnlsgCxgaboNjBaHf9zp9trQozyf/s320/IMG_1617.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355022559270981010" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTEP-kdjZsJn5fomtPVjRDJ3L9vXYLAROEUkMhKplPv5k5-dWcv9mAq9cZWFPCFiv7oZQPdy934kvWGDLZ61jxK7llUvS3j1gmzhl3YoBKtAMoppcJ0HljxqU9z1WyI62jfi_zFPtovck4/s320/IMG_1618.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355026152886278466" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> Not to mention Bear Lake for Father's Day weekend. (more pics coming)</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">And we had the BEST 4th of July I have ever had. Bike parade, food, shaved ice, more food, ambush of water balloons from the Witts, and even more food and then fireworks! It was a blast! LITERALLY! <br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTOT295MkQlBEfBoDRN4_yf92J6mk021npCEgNl7ksp0W-p_aGjkx0CM9_g4Rdf1KaasiRIi7zNBu_2i47Fg3lXMI9ATR8wE-aZ_rIfMMB15kLw9rEoaVtKIIB3bFYOrJ8WjXAIScG37b2/s320/IMG_1656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355026132425139714" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEWvPp1ET9LKBjo0LT-Qs8k5Jzjg6Tkl-SHCAXLAGX8FxpTWXiFxBnMvc54s_RPhLqDL9SWwCBJ5rig0aJvgTwlv03nDIkhGEbBXg6Fntr99kNwSfIUiYkSGBR7Cp91mIRpjPOLL1dqsAP/s320/IMG_1649.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355022579908982434" />Thanks to the Carn's for making it such a fun day. They were so organized with everything! And the food was yummy! I can't wait for round two!<div><div><br /></div></div></div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-34291637404804750902009-06-07T17:32:00.004-06:002009-06-07T17:46:03.615-06:00Things my kids have said this week!I have heard a lot of people writing down the funny things their kids say. Well, here is my 'journal' moments I have had this week.<div><br /></div><div>SPENCER:</div><div>We are at the mall getting on the elevator. Another quite wholesome-looking family was in the elevator with us. And then the elevator started to move and Spencer yells, "Mommy, I love this thing....it tickles my pee pee!!!" </div><div>What do you say when Molly Mormon is standing next to you in the elevator? I just giggled and said, "Spencer, please don't yell."</div><div><br /></div><div>JAYNE:</div><div>We were having one of those wonderful, relaxing Sunday mornings. A lot of times the family turns into a bunch of tickle monsters. So as Jayne was being the tickle monster, she says, "Mom, don't worry. I promise I won't tickle you anymore. I promise!!! I am just going to put my fingers on your feet and wiggle my fingers." Which she then continued to tickle me!</div><div><br /></div><div>ADDIE:</div><div>Addie is in that wonderful stage of life where she thinks I don't know anything. Like I have never gone to elementary school. So she comes up to me and says, "Mom?! Can I please give you an Indian burn?" I started laughing and said, "NO! I know what an Indian Burn is and you can't give ANYONE in the family one!" Then she replies, "Mom, I know how to make you say 'how'." And I totally fell for it and replied, " How???" She started giggling. And then I realized what just happened. "Sucker!!!" was what I told myself.</div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-42571355902757751882009-06-04T09:13:00.007-06:002009-06-04T09:28:04.088-06:00New Moon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTPg75ixRX5pMvn4JEWf3E7Jl2WyAegsS_LjmJtmVJL1VKBalU9UYtzP-dMF5-aDlT4Shgkf99zArBmT1UIAvtOQizNg93ZnJckjEPEJMVchTqxxudXzsEZXOAye_GYs-mD77ogLqcti0F/s1600-h/images.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 87px; height: 141px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTPg75ixRX5pMvn4JEWf3E7Jl2WyAegsS_LjmJtmVJL1VKBalU9UYtzP-dMF5-aDlT4Shgkf99zArBmT1UIAvtOQizNg93ZnJckjEPEJMVchTqxxudXzsEZXOAye_GYs-mD77ogLqcti0F/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343494344756470946" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">If you have not seen the New Moon trailer yet....boy have you been missing out. I CAN'T WAIT!!!!!!! It looks awesome! </span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I just hope this new director puts Edward in more 'classic' of clothes. I thought he kind of looked like a slob in Twilight. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Like Edward was wearing Rob Pattinsons' clothes. I always thought Edward was a classic, sharp dresser. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Kind of like Matt Lauer. So we will see in the movie, huh!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I have seen this video a million times and I can't wait for November 20!!!!!!!!!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(I must be really stupid because I can't dowload the video. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Just go to www.stepheniemeyer.com to see it.)<br /></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div></div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-53242949875866852182009-05-30T17:10:00.000-06:002009-05-30T17:10:01.190-06:00It's a Small World!I love it when you know someone who knows someone that knows someone that knows you. Well this is the latest experience I have had. My neighbor/good friend has a younger brother who is going to work on a farm in Wyoming for the summer. So I asked, "Oh. Where in Wyoming?" He replies, "with my aunt and uncle in Cody." I start screaming and have a 14 year old boy looking at me like I am crazy. So I go to Katie and say, "You have an aunt and uncle who live in Cody?!?!?!?!" And now she thinks I have fallen off of my rocker as well, because her response is, "yesssss." I then tell her that right when your aunt and uncle are at your house to pick up your brother, let me know.....I <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">KNOW</span> they know people that I know!!!! So I meet her aunt and uncle and sure enough, they know people that I know. Not just that but are neighbors to people that I know. The best part is that the people that I know is my old college roommate from Ricks, who taught me all of my homemaking skills. Who I spent the two Thanksgiving holidays with in Powell, while I was up at Ricks. I am sure Katie's Aunt and Uncle think I am crazy because I couldn't stop talking about my friends from Powell and Cody. They listened to some crazy lady (me) telling stories that happened over 10 years ago in Arbor Cove's Apartment 1A up at Ricks. And how people from Cody single-handedly carried me through the Economics program at BYU. <div><br /></div><div>So as you can see, it truly is a small world after all. I love that now, even after 10 years of being out of touch, of thinking of my wonderful roommate often, thinking of how her family is doing, you always have another chance to get connected again. So thank you to Katie's aunt and uncle for Jamie Jacobsens' information. Now I only have one more roommate that I need to find......anybody know Carly Jiles Lowry, from Provo?! These two girls were my best friends in the truest sense. They taught me so much. I am who I am because of my experiences with these two ladies up at Ricks. We laughed together, we cooked together, we cleaned together, we white-gloved until 3 am together, and we cried together. They were there for my wedding and I think of them constantly. I can't wait to get in touch with Jamie and Carly. I love them! </div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-12722613540671310012009-05-27T09:35:00.007-06:002009-05-27T10:11:15.452-06:00We love Miss Lacey!!!!<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRNcDLXuJHv8QdaONsQgYPNpekNiZ6kkFNg4OL2UJzR-adHYMWXQdAZHxbrcVqE35765eiPwgKlCMTTZ-NQKt-mPgmnsM_2NBXTMx9YPAHqdrPU4WScpBYRXaHRZ6w_HTcH6kwHAqIKyS6/s400/IMG_1416.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340528281326266434" /><div style="text-align: left;">You thought this was going to be some end-of-the-year tribute to Addie's and Jayne's teachers right?! WRONG! This is a tribute to Addie's 'Up With Kids' Director, Miss Lacey. She is a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">golden star</span>!!!!! First of all, she knew how to handle Jayne at the beginning of the year, until Jayne quit. Secondly, Miss Lacey knew how to put the kids in their place and still be nice about it. Third, she was so animated that Addie would go home and act like she was Miss Lacey. Fourth, she is as cute as punch and taught these kids a TON about performing!!!!!! And you should have seen the shoes she was wearing. Can I say "HOT!!!!!!" (Ok. I couldn't resist the pic of her shoes. And this pic doesn't do justice. Just look behind Spencer.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDlNz18dpL_XSpObqnhCiXK90ckTtJkPkLB15MxBsX21IN8GhsqTuaOkU3lE_b8m9AdHpo6df6E379T-EzP9DXu2htcCI5lxo7bskdm1xVp77bfbA4E6Y69MPY3TPrCv_DtT6VJG3-rREK/s400/IMG_1418.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340533125871078082" /><div style="text-align: center;">The play that they did was "Enchanted..starring YOU!' and it was so cute. Addie was The BEST Eeyore ever! (Am I biased?!) We taught her how to kind of 'sulk' out her lines like Eeyore would have. And she did it. She was a hit!<br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLIxd4_Lksr_x3_L-Yyrfq6lFiFoe3SinWhcEdCh-UzokRH_TjvmQtFA69nlS6OSeNfOiSmyUYkqZ1x7feP_pcocnjLN1EIfDbjztDxz-Srpui4RHfcOZwh50dttcCge_zC9demC6-PBkA/s400/IMG_1392.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340528272157410418" /><div style="text-align: left;">The funniest part was after the play, I had both Jayne and Addie crying. Addie was crying because she loved Up With Kids so much and she was going to miss Miss Lacey. Jayne was crying because she quit in December and didn't get a trophy (actually an Oscar) after. It was a good lesson for Jayne to learn...stick it out and you will be rewarded. And I told Addie that she will be coming back in the fall. Just enjoy the break. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This is Addie's friend Lauren. She LOVED Enchanted maybe even more than Addie did. Let's just say that 'Up With Kids' was right up their ally!!! <br /></div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-7L8jT65QE0MdinQjy9_BIgfVqXy-uSbViFFsngtSuOj4PmPikAcjlsfCWdQXt-XdH3ZxFQbpFgwooQPtjR4kN6JqFXv9MSR2de1-tqm7ajkjtRMz6D-9evfuGHlIpSRV2M4jCDDer-fQ/s400/IMG_1419.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340533124070110738" />Thanks to the family for coming. Sorry about the directions. And just think....only a year until we can do it again!<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj361yAbEEuLtoOrV7w-ksuxoCBFKDquLjUi211pzZmcc1q-NzffloQlOhG66KJa78T96aoebLBB5lN60ufdnSilWz_QkhkEkXjdn3GMh4yrNU3UyG4bygNClC9pGgm1I9bhvI3Y3inPltB/s400/IMG_1420.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340533118236785602" />Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-60972428474720688852009-05-11T14:29:00.005-06:002009-05-11T14:46:49.877-06:00Happy Mother's Day!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1suBHrNiFQrA23_eHWm_B5Xq4xOEYD1ugYKUDX9BhLl9o9qJ-8EhCN5pYxBWSY2s_fFxP26zFnmkzIo_2XnCkVT9ioN6RVRzk6tMFz5Z-2oT_eGuJf_FLY1h9Su2ofY5dVmXdzQIRrMdH/s1600-h/IMG_1352.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1suBHrNiFQrA23_eHWm_B5Xq4xOEYD1ugYKUDX9BhLl9o9qJ-8EhCN5pYxBWSY2s_fFxP26zFnmkzIo_2XnCkVT9ioN6RVRzk6tMFz5Z-2oT_eGuJf_FLY1h9Su2ofY5dVmXdzQIRrMdH/s400/IMG_1352.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334670084258080642" /></a><br />Here is a shout out to all of those moms out there! HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY! I hope your day was as wonderful as mine was. <div><br /></div><div>I got breakfast in bed: scrambled eggs, toast, and bacon. Yummy. The kids were very cute about it. After relaxing (and making sure everything was cleaned up by Mike), I had to focus more on the fact that it was Jayne's birthday as well. I had to make Jayne's butterfly birthday cake. (her pictures coming later) It was a hit. After church we went to Mike's parents house and enjoyed the whole family. It was a great day! I was even able to talk to my brother who is serving a mission in Knoxville, TN. </div><div><br /></div><div>To be honest, the only way it could have been better is if I could have wished my family "Happy Mother's Day" in person. At least I was able to talk to them on the phone. </div><div><br /></div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-35442316135446720682009-05-07T20:15:00.004-06:002009-05-07T20:32:17.876-06:00Kids and their imagination!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhlfr4p9d5jJcZ_Az57KP5NuwSpseCLtgq9bOnG-DOc-ZYMKG4W_AFMkGnndnhQ6TD4c5YXilGJOrKoH4bRXR10BXSWBgCSS9OwoBVnWdhv7hAc5rHsYMJ0Py3cIa91fple4EfdmrKK0ZV/s1600-h/IMG_1143.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhlfr4p9d5jJcZ_Az57KP5NuwSpseCLtgq9bOnG-DOc-ZYMKG4W_AFMkGnndnhQ6TD4c5YXilGJOrKoH4bRXR10BXSWBgCSS9OwoBVnWdhv7hAc5rHsYMJ0Py3cIa91fple4EfdmrKK0ZV/s320/IMG_1143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333274604916461842" /></a><br />As some of you may know, Jayne is a constant thumb sucker. If she is happy, sad, tired, bored, thinking, whatever....she is sucking her thumb. So yesterday while having a quiet moment on the couch....we had a conversation that went like this:<div><br /></div><div>Me: "Jayne? When are you going to stop sucking your thumb?"</div><div>Jayne: (heavy, long sigh) "Mom can I tell you the truth?" </div><div>Me: "Of course you can tell me the truth. I hope you will always tell me the truth."</div><div>Jayne: (Looking straight into my eyes) "Mom.... (long pause)...... I am a wizard." "And wizards HAVE to have braces."</div><div>Me: (trying to keep a straight face and keep the same serious mood that is in the air) "Okay.But I think even wizards stop sucking their thumbs." (I really can't remember what I said after her comment....I was just thinking....I have got to write this one down.... don't laugh. Don't laugh.)</div><div><br /></div><div>So if any of you know how wizards stop sucking their thumbs.....I am all ears. She will be 5 on Sunday. The only thing that gives me hope is that I have never seen a 16 year old sucking her thumb.</div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-64625718017822071712009-04-25T10:10:00.006-06:002009-04-25T10:54:17.493-06:0010 years!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9qFPpiAW-VUvEJ6yi2xh5eqKJNoz-0Mu3yvSqMAZlX7_4AIZAITwVn5QGnMMzqGb6mr8GO_ydsc2N-IF2oBLgb6-Gr_WNhjn6YE_nzs7eQCmPYz8Ycdp4_Dn4j6E90ZyCTyK8oySfnMc6/s1600-h/173+.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9qFPpiAW-VUvEJ6yi2xh5eqKJNoz-0Mu3yvSqMAZlX7_4AIZAITwVn5QGnMMzqGb6mr8GO_ydsc2N-IF2oBLgb6-Gr_WNhjn6YE_nzs7eQCmPYz8Ycdp4_Dn4j6E90ZyCTyK8oySfnMc6/s320/173+.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328672806854800354" /></a><br />Yesterday was our 10 year anniversary!!!! Yep, Mike has had to deal with all of my issues for 10 years now. I can't believe the time has flown by. We had a great day yesterday. It started Thursday night when he gave me 10 coupons for car washes. LOVED THAT!!!! And then I woke up on Friday to 10 tulips and cards with each one. He has been doing this every year. Can you imagine what my house will look like in 30 years with 40 tulips in a vase?!?!?! I can't wait!!!!! Then we went out to eat at Tuscany. Good food. Great company. Great presents. Mike gave me 10 new pieces of jewelry. They are beautiful! I truly was spoiled yesterday!<div><br /></div><div>But this post is for my Mikey. You can read it if you want to....I won't get dirty. But just to let him know my feelings. I don't express my happy feelings very often. (But if I am frustrated he hears it.) So here are some reasons why I love Mike!</div><div><br /></div><div>1. He is the best father! I love how he comes home and just plays with the kids. I am nothing when daddy is around. And I love that!</div><div>2. He honors his Priesthood. He hasn't missed a day of reading his scriptures since he has been home off of his mission. (I have missed 3 days just this week!) That amazes me.</div><div>3. He is a helper. He will help anyone, anywhere, anytime. You call, he is there. And he can work magic at home as well. Whole house cleaned in 2 hours!</div><div>4. He makes me laugh. Especially when I don't want to because I am trying to be mad. I hate/love that!</div><div>5. He loves to socialize. Party? Anyone. Anywhere. ANYTIME. He always has something going.</div><div>6. He helps raise our kids. I remember the first diaper he ever changed and how he had to have a towel completely wrapped around his face. And he was gagging. Those days are long gone. He can change a diaper in 5 seconds flat.</div><div>7. I love his passion for sports. My favorite dates last year were going to the byu football games. I will be sad that we don't have season tickets this year. (Recession and all!)</div><div>8. He will go to see a chick flick movie with me. </div><div>9. I love his laugh. And his dimples. Those bad boys have saved him so many times.</div><div>10. He will watch the Bachelor with me and be just as excited as I am.</div><div>11. He won't watch Dancing with the Stars with me. That is how I know he still has his manhood. That would scare me a little.</div><div>12. He tells the girls 'Silly Sally Princess' which I found out last nite and made me cry. My dad used to tell us make believe stories as well (George, Fred, Herbie stories)</div><div>13. We can talk out our issues. And then he fixes them. J/K. It is me who usually needs the fixing.</div><div>14. He thinks Honda Odysseys are cool! And they are.</div><div>15. He laughed when I told him I wanted to train for a triathalon and then told me what it exactly entails. Why would anybody want to do that?!</div><div>16. He is a good tipper.</div><div>17. He freaks out about money. My motto: when you don't have any, what is there to freak out about? Ha ha ha</div><div>18. He likes to play cards with his mom and dad.</div><div>19. He constantly wants his back scratched and now Spencer is onto the goodness.</div><div>20. He listens to the Spirit. Thanks for checking up on Addie at school. Sorry the whole house was locked.</div><div>21. He doesn't question my parenting skills. Or lack there of.</div><div>22. He is tender hearted.</div><div>23. He married me in the Mesa temple and ripped Parley P. Pratt's temple robe, twice. Shhh. Don't tell my family.</div><div>24. He wants to participate in the Nauvoo pageant as badly as I do. (There is sarcasm to that. I would love it...he would hate it but would do it for me)</div><div>25. He thinks I am crazy because I love This is the Place park a little too much.</div><div>26. he loves me for me. Not how I look, how skinny (or not) I am, or what I am wearing. he loves ME!</div><div>27. He will hold my hair and rub my forehead as I am puking 7+ times a day being pregnant. Then he will clean the floor since I was puking so hard, I peed my pants. Are we really ready for that again?!</div><div>I LOVE YOU MIKE!!! I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE WHAT THE NEXT 10 YEARS ARE LIKE!</div><div><br /></div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183noreply@blogger.com7