tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9373800759757072712024-02-07T12:54:54.185-07:00All Because Doug and Carrie make fun of Tyson....tclybbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12063444949635131187noreply@blogger.comBlogger94125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937380075975707271.post-85984413982191925092011-12-30T21:21:00.004-07:002011-12-30T22:36:38.810-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">2011 In Review</div><div style="text-align: left;">I can't believe we are at the end of another year! I don't know what we did to make this year fly by so quickly, but we've had lots of fun and many opportunities for growth. Here is a run down on each member of the family. (in this picture, Lucy is not born yet and the extra boy is our cousin Izac)</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLkA0mIPrC2sQQI7Pk2t9eN6AR1I2vGn0Bj4UEqeA0DCYSMhcNwdH8QhMiR8AQbfxO63SXcuKjJIBI4dGMhekXS2-7nSCocRwwjajvnMPN1Wq9eYHRDzYf-Fh5eVdMrn4XdOta4Wvkz5Y/s1600/IMG_0207.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/AVvXsEhLkA0mIPrC2sQQI7Pk2t9eN6AR1I2vGn0Bj4UEqeA0DCYSMhcNwdH8QhMiR8AQbfxO63SXcuKjJIBI4dGMhekXS2-7nSCocRwwjajvnMPN1Wq9eYHRDzYf-Fh5eVdMrn4XdOta4Wvkz5Y/s320/IMG_0207.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692161564081885154" /></a></div><div>Tyson - Is still working as the Director of Sales and Marketing for the Salt Lake Marriott City Center. He loves his job and the people he works with. He does a great job and works hard. He's taken this last week of the year off and it's been nice having him home. He went from being the Cub Master in the ward to Young Men's President. He's adjusted to the demands of this calling and is really enjoying it. He is still without his own cell phone, which shocks anyone who knows that, and anyone who works in any way with the youth, knows that is not possible because texting is the only way they communicate, but we've been able to make it work.</div><div><br /></div><div>Camber - I am still teaching piano and enjoying it. It keeps me busy, but allows me to stay home with the kids and help them with their school work and other activities. I completed my first sprint triathlon at four months pregnant, and while not breaking any records, gave myself a goal for next time. I stay busy running the kids around and keeping the house in some kind of order. I maintained going to the gym most days up until three days before having baby number five and accomplished having all five kids without any pain medications. </div><div><br /></div><div>Tanner - Turned 10 this year, when did that happen! He started taking piano at the beginning of the year and tolerates it. He actually enjoys it as long as I don't correct his timing or try to help him with a piece. The Thursday before school was supposed to start, we got an email from a charter school in our area saying that our application for Tanner had been pulled if we were still interested in having him go there. So he started at American Preparatory Academy. I love this school! He's done so much better with the routine and while his focus still leaves much to be desired, he has gotten a better handle on it. He's adjusted well and while the homework load is more than he cares for, he's enjoying the school. He's still able to say he hasn't missed one day of school since starting Kindergarten. His favorite thing lately has been putting lego sets together and got a pretty big lego set from Harry Potter for Christmas. He had it put together in two days. </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKOu6H2G0xoYzNBeigDm6Rp66yP51mxcbJknPqqE5RLRBuXwf7i4obV3jeE4oLBTkafsl29hCsD1cl4ixrC5Jg05l0pIexGipr14WqC3NuQzfLK9MkcICAl6v9RjE708yxkQiWO6pb07c/s1600/IMG_0088.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/AVvXsEjKOu6H2G0xoYzNBeigDm6Rp66yP51mxcbJknPqqE5RLRBuXwf7i4obV3jeE4oLBTkafsl29hCsD1cl4ixrC5Jg05l0pIexGipr14WqC3NuQzfLK9MkcICAl6v9RjE708yxkQiWO6pb07c/s320/IMG_0088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692159963830871474" /></a></div><div>Tyler - Turned 8 this year and was baptized in June. She is maturing and has become my second set of hands. She is so helpful with the baby...almost too helpful. She will jump at any noise we hear from the monitor and will go get her out of bed. We've had to talk about waiting for a few minutes before she goes in to get the baby. She has really taken off with reading and took our challenge to read the 4th book of Harry Potter and get $25. She had it finished in a month. She loves school and also started piano at the beginning of the year. She does really well with it and will take pieces I leave out on the piano and try to play the top line. </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGmzjTQxFBbFWX73F_eQXP6jQcRC4ievu2Yk1xMOHBXievzChEsBAg7RCyULfYeFBlbQKlvDO2rBWds0gs_5GV5cEMI0aiVlNeoezw7Dh-3r0wfdgUTT4bQHdTJNvPES8Jvf8E9MZWnIU/s1600/IMG_0140.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/AVvXsEiGmzjTQxFBbFWX73F_eQXP6jQcRC4ievu2Yk1xMOHBXievzChEsBAg7RCyULfYeFBlbQKlvDO2rBWds0gs_5GV5cEMI0aiVlNeoezw7Dh-3r0wfdgUTT4bQHdTJNvPES8Jvf8E9MZWnIU/s320/IMG_0140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692159969371279970" /></a></div><div>Jake - Is now five and started kindergarten this year and loves it! His teacher is Mrs. Morgan and he's enjoying learning how to read and being a big kid and riding the bus. A few weeks before Christmas break, I had walked to the bus stop to pick him up and as we were walking him, he told me not to pick him up anymore, he's big enough to walk home by himself. Our house is three houses down from the stop. He and Jefferson are buddies and will both take their shirts off to wrestle. </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4_aHCgiufKCu6h1P7bMgD0a5IGcuxP_wJALCZPWbgjEh0NSsI54fQ6P3dfN1f5q4Bl0zCFq3vY9MCtgDueK52g_3yrnwjsssRi-FPWRVNGt6Uy0J6lMwSSnL32X1Yau2iQJkcIMxTHaM/s1600/IMG_0066.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/AVvXsEj4_aHCgiufKCu6h1P7bMgD0a5IGcuxP_wJALCZPWbgjEh0NSsI54fQ6P3dfN1f5q4Bl0zCFq3vY9MCtgDueK52g_3yrnwjsssRi-FPWRVNGt6Uy0J6lMwSSnL32X1Yau2iQJkcIMxTHaM/s320/IMG_0066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692159981586798290" /></a></div><div>Jefferson - He's growing so fast! He turned three this year and when you ask him, he holds his fingers up like he's throwing a spider man web. He started preschool with Miss Hillary this year and loves going. We also have him in a weekly playgroup in between his preschool days that he enjoys. He was doing speech at the beginning of the year and progressed quickly with that and tested out of the program six months after starting it. There are still some things we have a hard time understanding, but he talks really well now. He loves his baby sister and will come give her kisses all the time, even when she's sleeping. He's such a good kid and so different than the other kids. He climbs everything and loves to play basketball and watch any kids of sport. He'll sit and shoot a nerf basketball 100 and only make a basket once, but he keeps playing. He was really in the "Peanut Butter Jimmer Time" and would always say it right before shooting the basket. Even though he's not the baby in the family anymore, he's still my baby boy.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4zrFLqhCvuEV_7s-YZoC5NSjP0AFY-a_KF2gxuhosKxmBeOf-Cegzp3nAax8LRonCvb7qNkq0H_szBArUfmsl9APZ7wbS_30b-10Rl6CbCV-ov-Rt83FR02XoRwJ7z70YMVw2O5bI8SA/s1600/IMG_0158.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/AVvXsEh4zrFLqhCvuEV_7s-YZoC5NSjP0AFY-a_KF2gxuhosKxmBeOf-Cegzp3nAax8LRonCvb7qNkq0H_szBArUfmsl9APZ7wbS_30b-10Rl6CbCV-ov-Rt83FR02XoRwJ7z70YMVw2O5bI8SA/s320/IMG_0158.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692159979730429314" /></a></div><div>Lucy - Joined our family November 4, at 6:27pm. She weighed 6lbs. 9oz. and was 19 in. It was a pretty easy and fast delivery and as with the other kids, I bounced back and am back into my routine pretty quickly. It is so fun having a baby girl again. It was a shock to get into the baby thing after being out of it for three years, but I think we've all adjusted well. She eats like a pro and has started sleeping longer chunks, giving me a little bit more of quality sleep. We've discovered, as of late, that she's not a big fan of bottles...we're going to have to change that. While my kids have never had many bottles, I still need that as an option in the afternoons while I'm teaching. But we are loving having her here and love the smiles that she's started sharing and are excited for all the little things she'll learn and the kids can't wait to teach her. </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhko5p0fkH4XAGUM38iEqyJUgt1rLohGn5m2BSHMWTcWUQhA1TmYBKrIm6_AWXW7_WsShrhLesph0jzmpI8jtmiTy7CPNoek-1QzrUgXpNiHW3F3tubbeDLsiYWL4M32UgeVFSDFfzGf0A/s1600/IMG_0784.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/AVvXsEhko5p0fkH4XAGUM38iEqyJUgt1rLohGn5m2BSHMWTcWUQhA1TmYBKrIm6_AWXW7_WsShrhLesph0jzmpI8jtmiTy7CPNoek-1QzrUgXpNiHW3F3tubbeDLsiYWL4M32UgeVFSDFfzGf0A/s320/IMG_0784.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692160001587015986" /></a></div><div>I love the feelings that this Christmas time brought with it this year. I felt like having a new baby around brought my emotions much closer to the surface. </div><div><br /></div><div>As we come to the end of this year, we are grateful for the growth that has come and the many opportunities we have been blessed with. We are excited for the new year and the many things that it will bring with it. </div><div>Happy New Year </div>tclybbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12063444949635131187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937380075975707271.post-47980986191130900362011-07-19T21:47:00.018-06:002011-07-20T23:23:10.700-06:00Playing catch up...Holy cow! I've totally fallen off the face of the earth when it comes to updating this blog! Tyson even mentioned something about posting something on the blog and then laughed and said, "who am I kidding, you never update the blog!" So, I should probably get a move on it and update. I'll just highlight some things from each month with some pictures and we'll call it good. Lucky for who ever reads this that I had the worst camera only up until June when Tyson got a really nice camera for his birthday and then I started taking more pictures. So here goes...<br /><div><br /></div><div><b>January:</b></div><div>We started the new year with our friends here at the house and watched the ball drop. Tyson was again at work so I brought in 2011 kissing the back of my hand...again. </div><div>We welcomed our Brazilian exchange student Amanda Rosas from Manaus the second week in January. Little did we know that she would become like a second daughter and fit in like she'd lived with our family from day one. She set such a great example of reading for our kids and was a huge help!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJEmQY3YM3W5rITcfYIxeQVyQb1-3AhIG_Bg6-QRXf_49xDlNVLKXq78ghEv7ELEIqUOOkbSSmIOqemlvOmlsqFv_683nniLT2-IZ0PR5Jn-5FkXa4bWkmDN0BCxZXQPt3L_rOvONhvbg/s1600/IMG_2160.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/AVvXsEgJEmQY3YM3W5rITcfYIxeQVyQb1-3AhIG_Bg6-QRXf_49xDlNVLKXq78ghEv7ELEIqUOOkbSSmIOqemlvOmlsqFv_683nniLT2-IZ0PR5Jn-5FkXa4bWkmDN0BCxZXQPt3L_rOvONhvbg/s320/IMG_2160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631624515491994914" /></a></div><div>A week later, we were back at the airport saying goodbye to our first exchange student Han and sent him home to Korea. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9N2WwfJ-lnXFaikHR_0PfLaJeqp4BNKPUIv_AXfQi8EvPvRkc50dV3CONvAzoXUYLn93QY6Tnzy7jBpXGi5FQy1-Ayku_lPvFh9TqpFt6CTty03nuq0ziwoeA7yuWBZv6C2w6DT4jSwE/s1600/hanairport.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/AVvXsEi9N2WwfJ-lnXFaikHR_0PfLaJeqp4BNKPUIv_AXfQi8EvPvRkc50dV3CONvAzoXUYLn93QY6Tnzy7jBpXGi5FQy1-Ayku_lPvFh9TqpFt6CTty03nuq0ziwoeA7yuWBZv6C2w6DT4jSwE/s320/hanairport.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631624517983123938" /></a></div><div><b>February:</b></div><div>I flew down to Arizona to help out Tyson's brother and sister-in-law who just moved to Arizona weeks after having twins, along with their three other kids. It was fun to go down and help out. </div><div><br /></div><div><b>March:</b></div><div>The unthinkable happened...not that we were all that surprised, but we got the positive on a test and started to brace ourselves for number 5! Yes, we are adding another little one to the chaos of this place we call our home. We've decided to be surprised and didn't find out at the ultrasound what we are having.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8VqTMoYC67dcWWy7Vq0-Yk51A7zsulKOQDNPXZy_L-hYuJiP0veqbgPRVsYpHSVDlEgAjmE7suKq38S23UGrB1h9DLSjrt4eDK3vNnr2oyb8Y3tnCRTkHj7yG5y51i-azWmy7auJL48Q/s1600/babyhand.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/AVvXsEh8VqTMoYC67dcWWy7Vq0-Yk51A7zsulKOQDNPXZy_L-hYuJiP0veqbgPRVsYpHSVDlEgAjmE7suKq38S23UGrB1h9DLSjrt4eDK3vNnr2oyb8Y3tnCRTkHj7yG5y51i-azWmy7auJL48Q/s320/babyhand.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631624521566774914" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjtZUij9Iw182pyI-dKFhVaTR5QfEj3MMe1JCc8b-gjr91PylShqTSKe-4Z5sfmTxk3z2g015wXpXB-KKLbHVRXdNvCGO1nwDBUwc5bPG1DiESDr_y0TT0pajKldX_2nRwcdUhk7XI37Y/s1600/babyprofile.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/AVvXsEjjtZUij9Iw182pyI-dKFhVaTR5QfEj3MMe1JCc8b-gjr91PylShqTSKe-4Z5sfmTxk3z2g015wXpXB-KKLbHVRXdNvCGO1nwDBUwc5bPG1DiESDr_y0TT0pajKldX_2nRwcdUhk7XI37Y/s320/babyprofile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631624522488261650" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><b>April:</b></div><div>Along with spring, comes spring break. Mandy's parents were going to come pick her up at the end of her adventure to explore so of the great US of A, but things came up and they ended up not being able to come. So we decided to have a trip on our own and introduce her to the disgusting ways of Las Vegas.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv0dr4yQNedn4kGr4xypWcAD9s7isAW0AUkMVcALFAW9XnCWEdgKSIRmX3uJyWV2Aej88kjHzxobrYVBq1-78UhYHp4QaI-wMg9RNVzOtO6PfJqwBmtupMDqHRNiZjnh8vkGOXfsgbCRw/s1600/IMG_2181.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv0dr4yQNedn4kGr4xypWcAD9s7isAW0AUkMVcALFAW9XnCWEdgKSIRmX3uJyWV2Aej88kjHzxobrYVBq1-78UhYHp4QaI-wMg9RNVzOtO6PfJqwBmtupMDqHRNiZjnh8vkGOXfsgbCRw/s320/IMG_2181.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631647109983046930" /></a>We stopped in St. George on our way down for the night and went swimming. We also went on a fun little hike and realized our kids really like that kind of stuff!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie7iFbN4m-Ocofg0PUUdh8utiFuNndfgC7wJHKMCQYwLW5Ofdo7EoYE_YqiGYhEkmQkJNhYs01Mv8lloH-QdobOao-BS2QVOA_9BJfE45RjRJa37GZc80zZCjAaukRetKYIFqa1vPpw2Q/s1600/IMG_2144.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/AVvXsEie7iFbN4m-Ocofg0PUUdh8utiFuNndfgC7wJHKMCQYwLW5Ofdo7EoYE_YqiGYhEkmQkJNhYs01Mv8lloH-QdobOao-BS2QVOA_9BJfE45RjRJa37GZc80zZCjAaukRetKYIFqa1vPpw2Q/s320/IMG_2144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631647102219468050" /></a>Apparently, that was the best part, because that's all Jefferson talks about. We drove down at night, because it's so much easier to travel when the kids sleep. I wish I would have taken a picture of his face when we got him out of the car to go into the hotel. He had the biggest grin on his face and all he wanted to do was look out the hotel window down at the pool.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpZGXv_TKJHDN2aWh6VxHsgCFmi6ezDlul1F1zIjDrL2N01nSogwuxFpqT_yRm7hHAjqrvIwq006XWXegD1cdqFcpMPAh9KxPOqsFLiMTniCnioPek1VkGeqPHzUh8tD0gfUyokEsOJYk/s1600/IMG_2079.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/AVvXsEhpZGXv_TKJHDN2aWh6VxHsgCFmi6ezDlul1F1zIjDrL2N01nSogwuxFpqT_yRm7hHAjqrvIwq006XWXegD1cdqFcpMPAh9KxPOqsFLiMTniCnioPek1VkGeqPHzUh8tD0gfUyokEsOJYk/s320/IMG_2079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631648331131248738" /></a>He keeps asking when we're going to St. George so I finally had to tell him we'd go during the summer when the kids are out of school. Wouldn't you know it, but now that the kids are out of school, he hasn't asked once when we are going.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe79K2kVeQ8PWa-5dCp5481z3n3c6rUizqY4gcldNh4345mGokcN5VCNnPBDAQA5fY-1LSPoTmfNGjrKVk_hZggl9EczB7bC3a2w7drrYV8KU0LRz_Q7w9iAaCIElXXRb45qw_6xiaoSU/s1600/IMG_2098.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe79K2kVeQ8PWa-5dCp5481z3n3c6rUizqY4gcldNh4345mGokcN5VCNnPBDAQA5fY-1LSPoTmfNGjrKVk_hZggl9EczB7bC3a2w7drrYV8KU0LRz_Q7w9iAaCIElXXRb45qw_6xiaoSU/s320/IMG_2098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631647119856245186" /></a></div><div>We also celebrated Mandy's birthday, Americanized Brazilian style. We did carne esada and tried to have a Brazilian food spread. She told us she'd never eaten carne esada before. Oh well, we tried our best. :) We got her a cake with the Brazilian flag on it and she said it seemed weird to see her flag here because it had been so long since she'd seen it. On her actual brithday, she requested McDonald's for dinner, so we all went out to eat. Needless to say, the kids had a great time and Mandy, if she wasn't already, was now their favorite person because we never eat inside at McDonald's. That was a real treat for them.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv0TG50AbcNOQ1t-8ccIItuAauNi5zM9JfMhJvqkKQAxNO0nNxC4ZFUNHqxmbw7rYNT0wFO261UcxcMOEJkO2BGduJETMUPkDGAbmF0UKeMqYcJew6xFjhZDTkRyQwoCCHziM_vYSu04Y/s1600/IMG_1850__Mandy%2527s+BD.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/AVvXsEiv0TG50AbcNOQ1t-8ccIItuAauNi5zM9JfMhJvqkKQAxNO0nNxC4ZFUNHqxmbw7rYNT0wFO261UcxcMOEJkO2BGduJETMUPkDGAbmF0UKeMqYcJew6xFjhZDTkRyQwoCCHziM_vYSu04Y/s320/IMG_1850__Mandy%2527s+BD.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631653059298265394" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><b>May:</b></div><div>April showers bring...um...May snow storms. Yes, it was still snowing in May. And freezing! Mandy's mom kept telling her to pack up her winter things and ship them home so she wouldn't have to worry about trying to pack them in her luggage. We all had to laugh because she still needed them. We joked about snow falling in June back when she first got here, little did we know it was going to be a possibility. With May, came Tyler's 8th birthday. She got baptized the first week of June, which was special for us because Mandy was able to be here for it as well.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikrFHgF3IGPNj8-uyJZ92xy-d-w54kYYlAPiDb7XcBVz0hRkaZV1KDm4XIggFbkR0wGdFHwn1vmMah8VpX__tJCdJmzMPnSsuw2UyRGW2iRgUm8J5f8AlTItb3QBNwAjc7_P3bqVSd9-s/s1600/P1000613.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: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikrFHgF3IGPNj8-uyJZ92xy-d-w54kYYlAPiDb7XcBVz0hRkaZV1KDm4XIggFbkR0wGdFHwn1vmMah8VpX__tJCdJmzMPnSsuw2UyRGW2iRgUm8J5f8AlTItb3QBNwAjc7_P3bqVSd9-s/s320/P1000613.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631655226244908450" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwFzXjIGGj-by81iyNIyMiEEBE2LhIosCxEsFU6TDGK3mg37zETmtfCCGBwMTKJ5M2zaqhqs_ow-LQLvyldAKPJZGs-2Uh6SP1MBmMNiebcpntdGG2VVBJfzVi46jaatTCQrpnl7p0yNM/s1600/P1000611.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: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwFzXjIGGj-by81iyNIyMiEEBE2LhIosCxEsFU6TDGK3mg37zETmtfCCGBwMTKJ5M2zaqhqs_ow-LQLvyldAKPJZGs-2Uh6SP1MBmMNiebcpntdGG2VVBJfzVi46jaatTCQrpnl7p0yNM/s320/P1000611.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631655221973067602" /></a>Tyler's birthday was the only one she was here for. </div><div>I competed in my first sprint triathlon. Yes, four months pregnant. I had set the goal and registered before we decided to try for another one, so I was locked in. I told myself I wasn't going to break any world records and I was just doing it to set a time for me to beat next year. It was a lot of fun and I'll totally do it again next year! Like I said, I didn't break any records, but now I know what time to beat next year. And wouldn't you know it, I didn't get any pictures. I know I had pictures taken of me, but none that I have in my files and Tyson wasn't able to make it with the kids so no one was the specifically for me and to take my pictures.</div><div>There was one evening when we had no rain and it was fairly warm, the kids ran outside one night after dinner, only to come back with Jefferson crying his, "I'm really hurt, come see me!" cry. A neighbor was carrying him back with blood dripping from his foot. He'd stepped on a piece of broken bottle and we were looking at the possibility of our first ER visit. We didn't end up taking him and he didn't get stitches, but he'll have a decent scar with a cool shape and he points to the area and tells us he stepped on a broken bottle over there.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdIZMiDs-130cpOZMhHYXIMhY5tct86N1IRLjIVOXtBjWFGOBOFqABacu2CLYHcl2_T1y7LDAnKXfLQGSTPFZMAwRaslUVKV6xnGEZ1sAoMWs2TaO_7oUTHuwmT7cXEK8R2dR8OsQNZcQ/s1600/jeffersonfoot.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/AVvXsEhdIZMiDs-130cpOZMhHYXIMhY5tct86N1IRLjIVOXtBjWFGOBOFqABacu2CLYHcl2_T1y7LDAnKXfLQGSTPFZMAwRaslUVKV6xnGEZ1sAoMWs2TaO_7oUTHuwmT7cXEK8R2dR8OsQNZcQ/s320/jeffersonfoot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631657513344716002" /></a></div><div>Jake also graduated from preschool. I can't believe he'll be in kindergarten this year! When did that happen?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkC7J4fzQkYiD8sI12by3Fbbpuwq4tF8dj_DEY-0YQ_PE7-h9xRXIZhfEdB3mydiGcGopUQQgBQSFbp0RIEPAmseyU97-_uiUKIrx_YmEvVR1z7qLBnQD7gGeN-ZBT3zYblaBwRZXApzE/s1600/IMG_2226.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/AVvXsEjkC7J4fzQkYiD8sI12by3Fbbpuwq4tF8dj_DEY-0YQ_PE7-h9xRXIZhfEdB3mydiGcGopUQQgBQSFbp0RIEPAmseyU97-_uiUKIrx_YmEvVR1z7qLBnQD7gGeN-ZBT3zYblaBwRZXApzE/s320/IMG_2226.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631657514794407554" /></a> He loved his teacher Miss Hilary and he was sad when his school ended./div><div><br /></div><div><b>June:</b></div><div>Just before school got out, Tanner had the opportunity to go to a basketball camp put on by Jimmer Fredette and Jackson Emery.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_mqy0Rzfru0Z4QjDd7MA8ekcYqHabXTBtZgM1FcoVRWoh4mn3z0TFRdut0RmQk03D-tQor17wyeextBOVpa48sqoh0I5_Z_Hq9IgVtVsT8S1eqqPFFiI8N1LGi9X7os4IcJZ1qpyEwus/s1600/tannerjimmer.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/AVvXsEg_mqy0Rzfru0Z4QjDd7MA8ekcYqHabXTBtZgM1FcoVRWoh4mn3z0TFRdut0RmQk03D-tQor17wyeextBOVpa48sqoh0I5_Z_Hq9IgVtVsT8S1eqqPFFiI8N1LGi9X7os4IcJZ1qpyEwus/s320/tannerjimmer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631657519576599250" /></a>The kid was in heaven, even though he only saw those two for a little bit of time. But they had most of the BYU basketball team come help out, so he got some good time with names he's heard before while watching basketball. </div><div>School got out for everybody else the second week of June and a few days after that, we said a tearful goodbye to Mandy.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9y9w-hUtxpS7HebP4dJZwxHH27Cgjoh0VSpFHvQNezfq0TlycFouPgrADcw-8AcyvR4GT8EZWYPb2EH8OeX1yuVz8-5Z4RmKMIGxIQOTDPEnuW2C67tIsmQ2CNnoUlPQyHCJJLQiA65A/s1600/mandyairport.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/AVvXsEh9y9w-hUtxpS7HebP4dJZwxHH27Cgjoh0VSpFHvQNezfq0TlycFouPgrADcw-8AcyvR4GT8EZWYPb2EH8OeX1yuVz8-5Z4RmKMIGxIQOTDPEnuW2C67tIsmQ2CNnoUlPQyHCJJLQiA65A/s320/mandyairport.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631658895545369618" /></a>It was hard to see her leave, but we knew she was ready for some peace and quiet back in Brazil. She came from being an only child to a house full of four loud, crazy children and I'm sure there were many times that she was questioning her decision to come to such a chaotic house! But we still miss her! Tyson would tease her about two songs that were written with the title "Amanda". Those are the only songs Jefferson wants to listen to when we take our turns on the ipod when we're in the car. </div><div>After Mandy left, Tyson had his birthday and Father's day. Nothing real exciting, but he got a nice camera for his birthday, and the kids pooled their money together and got him a suit and new shirt for work. They really love their dad.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6EENt1nb2OnC-2c8SJeEACFzdBsOaHpoNite2T1cCQNEo-M7LhkqUKuhMHIOyd9uqNZJ9kg6-f7W7HxdgHXrGHt8fgbJ96E8HxcxMc-VLhTtLTn2NYx63xdIS03XcTwzjOFCzg6W1Ayw/s1600/IMG_0111.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/AVvXsEh6EENt1nb2OnC-2c8SJeEACFzdBsOaHpoNite2T1cCQNEo-M7LhkqUKuhMHIOyd9uqNZJ9kg6-f7W7HxdgHXrGHt8fgbJ96E8HxcxMc-VLhTtLTn2NYx63xdIS03XcTwzjOFCzg6W1Ayw/s320/IMG_0111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631671078924431554" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBVFOPQHCdMexG6pahRj0ur8reWviQGR5EUvSZ0sSfJQ1yfxTtcFywt9kmFKQxu5xiAHnCSuvt2mhXtXm89siVtWjt9OxRMqUtszGUzEiEvkueSgjQSOaDg4xt0Hh1s7AE2VyEVao3jXc/s1600/IMG_0212.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/AVvXsEiBVFOPQHCdMexG6pahRj0ur8reWviQGR5EUvSZ0sSfJQ1yfxTtcFywt9kmFKQxu5xiAHnCSuvt2mhXtXm89siVtWjt9OxRMqUtszGUzEiEvkueSgjQSOaDg4xt0Hh1s7AE2VyEVao3jXc/s320/IMG_0212.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631665098854683186" /></a><br /><div>After Tyson's birthday was Jake's fifth birthday. He enjoyed his day and got McDonald's for lunch. I guess that's a tradition I've started now. Usually I take it to the kids for their lunch at school, but he got to eat it in front of everyone and I think that made him happy. Yes, that's a doughnut instead of birthday cake. </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv9XbNe8TszmigJVeqHRPcXPi3uhVbG3L5l6pRasKvldwM1Cm53LAutB7KNn6wmICiv-ajIoPoDYovEorxoOOqZUptQOADkJk-btfbgcj45FhLNfqlm4-_gI0n0nFc8beNYWPQlOO7pgQ/s1600/IMG_0066.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/AVvXsEjv9XbNe8TszmigJVeqHRPcXPi3uhVbG3L5l6pRasKvldwM1Cm53LAutB7KNn6wmICiv-ajIoPoDYovEorxoOOqZUptQOADkJk-btfbgcj45FhLNfqlm4-_gI0n0nFc8beNYWPQlOO7pgQ/s320/IMG_0066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631667660388310594" /></a> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> And now we are to July. Jefferson had his birthday and got more swords than you'd think a three-year-old should need, but he plays with each of them at least once during the day. He loves to have anyone who will give him two minutes, play swords with him. I think he likes the fact that he gets fireworks for his birthday as well. We were watching the fireworks that night and he came over and sat by me and said, "Happy Birthday to me!" He is a cute little stinker!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd8JcasIhVwx9LGkQbTDUd4x0OYuL2s7MusvfB_N2WbFkks9d_S-6vOO9bDF-npc8x03gGQgsNgIs7ZD10L1Tl4I6tXQYC1lZAaeO6_48ThxIia-dz-JKClBJjZ3rnuOw0vfNeGnPqqrY/s1600/IMG_0119.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/AVvXsEgd8JcasIhVwx9LGkQbTDUd4x0OYuL2s7MusvfB_N2WbFkks9d_S-6vOO9bDF-npc8x03gGQgsNgIs7ZD10L1Tl4I6tXQYC1lZAaeO6_48ThxIia-dz-JKClBJjZ3rnuOw0vfNeGnPqqrY/s320/IMG_0119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631665104619406146" /></a> Jake and Jefferson had their well child checks. Jake, as usual is still below the third percentile for his weight and height. Jefferson comes in at 47% for height and 54% for weight. We've never had a child with those kinds of numbers. No wonder people think the two of them are twins every where we go! Jake may need to get his tongue cut because the skin connecting his tongue to the bottom jaw is too far forward and affecting his speech, but at this point he's still too young to make that decision. </div><div>Tanner and Tyler had their first piano recital and did really well. They surprised Tyson and Jake with singing "Happy Birthday" once the recital was all over. They did a great job!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgucYgYZRORYszi_fjwDoUrHo9JpAO__7gwqDQvxdDbf0kWMeXzRreEv4TssajCQ3p8VllcoQ9Twt9blVaQFtt1rRdvH_M3urNH767cnM7D2AWUh56q8MrfTaGpKjz22sWFC6Ji1MzcfOQ/s1600/IMG_0084.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/AVvXsEgucYgYZRORYszi_fjwDoUrHo9JpAO__7gwqDQvxdDbf0kWMeXzRreEv4TssajCQ3p8VllcoQ9Twt9blVaQFtt1rRdvH_M3urNH767cnM7D2AWUh56q8MrfTaGpKjz22sWFC6Ji1MzcfOQ/s320/IMG_0084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631667664916146146" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>The second weekend in July we went to Yellowstone with Tyson's family. That's a lot of time in the car! The kids enjoyed playing with their cousins and building memories. I'm not a believer that Yellowstone is bear country. We didn't see one bear. I was sorely disappointed. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJOx7U7HGyy0pFyUwBTuSvne2yXCrIslU2Ph_iBs-RRk21lzQeyVOxCsYkE09Uadgz8cbe4CVC54NO1zt0TtnQY6fvJaJL7XzcfZRWLW10Kzx9xJtyQJ8mM8oIvSKtCTeRtPhzUD0P11I/s1600/IMG_0195.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/AVvXsEgJOx7U7HGyy0pFyUwBTuSvne2yXCrIslU2Ph_iBs-RRk21lzQeyVOxCsYkE09Uadgz8cbe4CVC54NO1zt0TtnQY6fvJaJL7XzcfZRWLW10Kzx9xJtyQJ8mM8oIvSKtCTeRtPhzUD0P11I/s320/IMG_0195.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631663133908064994" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfkrAGQG9JSGGwiRN03XvRaj61h-VuaicVlKZJvr0lHO5VPIByeifUaSNooUb5_9QI1-71KpjmYw9EJWmQ66a8S2ctNZLM9ZXuBBI5DELK_V_p22cNblQ9cZYnoKtv-Cz95KmZ7S3ty-0/s1600/IMG_0178.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/AVvXsEjfkrAGQG9JSGGwiRN03XvRaj61h-VuaicVlKZJvr0lHO5VPIByeifUaSNooUb5_9QI1-71KpjmYw9EJWmQ66a8S2ctNZLM9ZXuBBI5DELK_V_p22cNblQ9cZYnoKtv-Cz95KmZ7S3ty-0/s320/IMG_0178.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631663126648957074" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrIT6lsrwEmRVviDrnQ_0nwcgV2P6BZjBoUsZCt9XxJKaMn9MEuY777pR1dQzKhZ-NYFL20uibdwuTDrLHXAdmEkokUoOh3dA3jYmQn44gofxRnElCLml5-bnIq1dtCVOP35STQJhZuOg/s1600/IMG_0190.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/AVvXsEhrIT6lsrwEmRVviDrnQ_0nwcgV2P6BZjBoUsZCt9XxJKaMn9MEuY777pR1dQzKhZ-NYFL20uibdwuTDrLHXAdmEkokUoOh3dA3jYmQn44gofxRnElCLml5-bnIq1dtCVOP35STQJhZuOg/s320/IMG_0190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631663122282537522" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdXG_8T4ajpI8oK6ztIwPINzm5oKe6slfZ02zf4HlTW2xyK4SGTd4QLqMHyjtiHpIqoeyXd1QVFeOyYF3-imNdbZV4VB6uoTYlPwmt_l6SQdbyjVxYg7FroTkm4SGW1XumCBaV5oNH-_M/s1600/IMG_0206.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/AVvXsEgdXG_8T4ajpI8oK6ztIwPINzm5oKe6slfZ02zf4HlTW2xyK4SGTd4QLqMHyjtiHpIqoeyXd1QVFeOyYF3-imNdbZV4VB6uoTYlPwmt_l6SQdbyjVxYg7FroTkm4SGW1XumCBaV5oNH-_M/s320/IMG_0206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631663117186866594" /></a></div><div>And that brings us to the current. Tyson is working a lot, which is good. That means business is good. I'm still teaching piano and plan to take the week off after I have the baby and pick right up again. I've taken on some sewing projects, aside from the blankets I already do. Its been fun to make myself skirts that actually fit and don't look too bad either. I also added a crib skirt to the mix. The kids are getting big and learning new things everyday. What more could we ask for!</div><div><br /></div><div> </div></div></div>tclybbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12063444949635131187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937380075975707271.post-68495292477268124792011-01-28T20:50:00.002-07:002011-01-28T21:01:05.800-07:00Food For ThoughtI wish I could take credit for this, but I can't. I saw it on a desk at Jordan High School while getting our exchange student registered and had to take a picture of it so I could remember it. I laugh out loud every time I read it! Enjoy!<br /><br /> Food For Thought<br /> In this life I'm a woman, in my next life, I'd like to come back as a bear<br /><br /> When you're a bear, you get to hibernate. You do nothing but sleep for six months. I could deal with that.<br /><br /> Before you hibernate, you're supposed to eat yourself stupid. I could deal with that, too.<br /><br /> When you're a girl bear, you birth your children (who are the size of walnuts) while you're seeping and wake to partially grown,<br /> cute cuddly cubs. I could definitely deal with that.<br /> If you're a mama bear, everyone knows you mean business. You swat anyone who bothers your cubs. <br /> If your cubs get out of line, you swat them too. I could deal with that.<br /><br /> If you're a bear, your mate EXPECTS you to wake up growling.<br /> He EXPECTS that you will have harry legs and excess body fat.<br /><br /> YUP! Gonna be a bear.tclybbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12063444949635131187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937380075975707271.post-34153299041919404582011-01-01T22:50:00.002-07:002011-01-01T23:08:39.570-07:001/1/11As cool as that date is to write, nothing much happened on this day in our history. <br /><br />It's a new year with new resolves and new ambitions that will probably hit the wayside a week or two into 2011, but it's a time for a fresh start and to try and be better. Why we choose Jan. 1st to put all this pressure on ourselves, I'll never know, but year after year, we do...I do. <br /><br />Last week after our main lesson for Family Home Evening, I gave the kids a "teaser" for this upcoming Family Home Evening. I told them that it's a new year, and with that, we make goals, things we can work on or accomplish for the next year. I told them first we have to have a goal, then we need to write it down and next tell others so we can have their help in accomplishing those goals. With that in mind, I'm writing down my goals for 2011 on a blog that no one ever reads, but none the less, is a public place so that I'll at least have them written down, which will get me one step closer to accomplishing them. So if by chance you are the one sad soul that happens to stumble across my blog, don't be afraid to ask me how my goals are coming. I may even try and update more than twice in the year with my progress on them.<br /><br />1. Compete in a Triathlon without drowning. (Already signed up for Women of Steel, women's only Triathlon, May 21.)<br /><br />2. Run the Salt Lake City Half Marathon, beating my time from last year and coming in under 2 hours. (I know for some, finishing under 2 hours may be a walk in the park, but I was 56 seconds shy of it last year and it still bugs me!)<br /><br />3. Keep from yelling at the kids. (please tell me I'm not the only mom that has a hard time with this. And if you don't, please give me some advice...please!!)<br /><br />4. Eliminate sweets and treats/increase fruits and vegetables. (I did the sweats thing for three weeks once last year. I felt so much better, so I'm trying to bring my family in on this one. I've already told them dessert will be limited to Sundays and or sometimes Mondays after Family Home Evening.) <br /><br />When setting a goal, one could look at trying to accomplish these things for an entire year is a big bite to take. But, to that I ask, how do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time. I'll work on these things one day at a time, and after those days, find that working on them a week at a time, isn't such a big deal, then a month came pretty quick and before you know it, I'm writing down new resolutions for 2012.<br /><br />So, here's to working towards a better year, and accomplishing those goals!tclybbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12063444949635131187noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937380075975707271.post-25684217402392982632010-06-28T22:12:00.010-06:002010-07-08T22:49:24.133-06:00long overdue!!Every time I come to my blog, I see the same picture that's been there for almost three months! I'm sorry. It seems as though my blog updating has become like my journal updating. The only time things get written down are when life is slow or I'm struggling with one thing or another. Lucky for anyone reading this, its neither. I'm just getting tired of looking at the picture that pops up.<br />Our lives have been busy, busy, busy since my last update. We ran our half marathon April 17th and the week after, Tyson and I left for Hawaii for six days! There isn't a day that goes by that I don't want to move there and stay there f.o.r.e.v.e.r! I have a picture on my desktop of Tyson and I with the ocean behind us and both of us will look at it and daydream for a minute.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKQq7SOyZw5dss_byLH3tt-4UMTwpL5Mjpyj8ziQtidKMGm5Lz2D5T9pzgQ35Vu_IV553jjsNOr5xlY5wFbTefTRV4WWXbFf5g7p84yP6bnr7btERRWpVxp7vWKmO-m9d6gZxwj-Q4m-0/s1600/hawaii+day+2+part+2+018.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKQq7SOyZw5dss_byLH3tt-4UMTwpL5Mjpyj8ziQtidKMGm5Lz2D5T9pzgQ35Vu_IV553jjsNOr5xlY5wFbTefTRV4WWXbFf5g7p84yP6bnr7btERRWpVxp7vWKmO-m9d6gZxwj-Q4m-0/s320/hawaii+day+2+part+2+018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488048561621738114" border="0" /></a>On Waikiki Beach at sunset.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM4MuHOBRV5T0Lg03ESwwotOe2mgvxLLxGEXCd0d8euhKlKLXZ9vX7VvlpXB5dffGRW2IcwKSMlGC-xKonNBQZ-jj9Ozn5hYvNqLXHFT8lcVu4I95bp2MEqAnJnycQf9g3ecaX5gvqDbs/s1600/hawaii+day+two+066.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM4MuHOBRV5T0Lg03ESwwotOe2mgvxLLxGEXCd0d8euhKlKLXZ9vX7VvlpXB5dffGRW2IcwKSMlGC-xKonNBQZ-jj9Ozn5hYvNqLXHFT8lcVu4I95bp2MEqAnJnycQf9g3ecaX5gvqDbs/s320/hawaii+day+two+066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488048550460696066" border="0" /></a>At the Dole Plantation.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5gkJCP5K0kNVdF5NL2lKwnK37v6tYmP4ZSk1GFXg-DSXv2II6_M_YrrFwY4xtcFb-FhCB0nFKryhNgwvWQv1ed-0cI4z0SF-f4ueZMdT8wt6xVjfUJhtI11ZJTSjihiAw6OH48HcJ1B4/s1600/hawaii+day+two+040.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5gkJCP5K0kNVdF5NL2lKwnK37v6tYmP4ZSk1GFXg-DSXv2II6_M_YrrFwY4xtcFb-FhCB0nFKryhNgwvWQv1ed-0cI4z0SF-f4ueZMdT8wt6xVjfUJhtI11ZJTSjihiAw6OH48HcJ1B4/s320/hawaii+day+two+040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488048539151942066" border="0" /></a>One of the sharks above the water from our shark dive. Yes, we dove with sharks.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Dx03OoKXbDJqBMbqutuGOCwmyl2hN6GT60Utbc0FG6HglL3qHVvVglEyHY8RkzTGw3uAJxtdMuUqLlK9OnNsu4Tm9MBryKpEw7_8Wr3Snj55SK0M4gCSWO2HXXmJ9huEMT4artRZxpk/s1600/hawaii+first+day+002.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Dx03OoKXbDJqBMbqutuGOCwmyl2hN6GT60Utbc0FG6HglL3qHVvVglEyHY8RkzTGw3uAJxtdMuUqLlK9OnNsu4Tm9MBryKpEw7_8Wr3Snj55SK0M4gCSWO2HXXmJ9huEMT4artRZxpk/s320/hawaii+first+day+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488048530295355170" border="0" /></a>The view from Marriott Vacation Club International in Honolulu. It was a paradise all itself! We could have stayed here the entire time and I wouldn't have complained one minute.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9knFuaSKEGdmot8BB28nzoWOV4D0jaybTxRTsKu9XrJbzHI2fMoeE3wc-vGRGr9m_ZuwdxKdYVh3_wElUl4LlnKVehgQiRnEXDFUFELAvbZDTAmrR2kcH8acZQxxzU8H3VDRItjKD4ss/s1600/hawaii+day+six+006.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9knFuaSKEGdmot8BB28nzoWOV4D0jaybTxRTsKu9XrJbzHI2fMoeE3wc-vGRGr9m_ZuwdxKdYVh3_wElUl4LlnKVehgQiRnEXDFUFELAvbZDTAmrR2kcH8acZQxxzU8H3VDRItjKD4ss/s320/hawaii+day+six+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488048516394913522" border="0" /></a>This is the picture on my computer when you start it up! You can see why we both want to go back! This was at the Ritz Carlton in Maui.<br /><br />After our trip, we cam home and Tyler finished her first soccer season. She did really well. Her coach was great and was so patient dealing with a bunch of five and six year olds!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpLwhj57FABNyNxF9VUi8Mg0AwBlIje-Ya5e5hBhqeJVu-Qj1ZBH8uNmIl9ewIzcMH0ADDzX2NW6pZw-JFV_RYs0_nMLpvhDv3PX-yNdOr6m5yrK2g0DF__njf9vNHgEBuRDyQjxOYHfk/s1600/soccer+and+talent+night+002.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpLwhj57FABNyNxF9VUi8Mg0AwBlIje-Ya5e5hBhqeJVu-Qj1ZBH8uNmIl9ewIzcMH0ADDzX2NW6pZw-JFV_RYs0_nMLpvhDv3PX-yNdOr6m5yrK2g0DF__njf9vNHgEBuRDyQjxOYHfk/s320/soccer+and+talent+night+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488051030301038322" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEyqNMjxP8LGamzWYOjvnnG710f1zW9v4rABpMZFi4I0LHUdd35AZixuAUkD0vV04Sqvesa4vaBCnB-766AaWIq9yCz-K0LBY2EPoTGdwynE2HM-cbOery1rQl7S2cdZZFRxiEVmulq9Q/s1600/soccer+and+talent+night+003.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEyqNMjxP8LGamzWYOjvnnG710f1zW9v4rABpMZFi4I0LHUdd35AZixuAUkD0vV04Sqvesa4vaBCnB-766AaWIq9yCz-K0LBY2EPoTGdwynE2HM-cbOery1rQl7S2cdZZFRxiEVmulq9Q/s320/soccer+and+talent+night+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488051016855071522" border="0" /></a><br />Oddly enough, even though her soccer games went through May, every single game was freezing and windy or rainy! That's why they are wearing coats as they are playing. Yes, this is the weather that Tyson and I walked off the airplane from Hawaii into. That was not a pleasant welcome back to reality!!<br /><br />After Tyler's soccer, we celebrated her 7th birthday. I can't believe she's 7 already! She's getting quit the friend base and every time we go to the gym, she's introducing one friend or another from school to me. We didn't do a birthday party for her this year, because she had one last year, and I don't want to set a standard to expect a party every year. But I'd say she had a pretty good birthday despite the lack of a party. This year, the hot toy is Zuhzuh pets. Well, she got two of them for her birthday. I guess Charlie felt threatened by these little toys rolling around on the floor at his level. One day after coming home from the gym, I saw one of these pets clothing accessories on the floor and in my head thought, gee, that's too bad Tyler left her toy laying around and Charlie got to it. Later, as I was putting Jefferson down for a nap, I noticed two black plastic things and a pink thing. I knew exactly what had happened. Charlie got the the zhuzhu pet. This was not even 48 hours after Tyler's birthday, so these were her prized toys still. I remembered from the morning, Tyler put her zhuzhu pets in a basket in her room so they could take a nap while she was gone to school. Charlie has never been one to eat the kids toys unless they leave them outside. That morning, he skipped over all the other toys on the floor, and there were many, and went into her room and got that pet and tore its face apart! I couldn't help but get her another one. I know it doesn't set the best precedent, but it was a birthday present. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxIs64v-4sYubz-WoaGQAGkIu5k75mKrVw-ulBdqSggVQ394aOggKgsdY_baqdapYpKx0shX9cuPqhLWs7krYcaQUX7pMtT-SkeEs7KQwKbKRAc2mOfI3Aw5NBj8wJfKizmyuiNCxrj44/s1600/misc+006.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/AVvXsEgxIs64v-4sYubz-WoaGQAGkIu5k75mKrVw-ulBdqSggVQ394aOggKgsdY_baqdapYpKx0shX9cuPqhLWs7krYcaQUX7pMtT-SkeEs7KQwKbKRAc2mOfI3Aw5NBj8wJfKizmyuiNCxrj44/s320/misc+006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491743284289465298" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsn372RBEyLgcWuDjCEEMf-YN0wE9appnDDOKj285qOi_EkN9AD2uOniiFuzja2UhKnYqlu3W9ueAFq-X_auaxdtL0QcJ1ul9r3I71W4kqFbufKc3l_xv9cj4cg-puHTyN0mr7ZFtJKSg/s1600/misc+012.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/AVvXsEhsn372RBEyLgcWuDjCEEMf-YN0wE9appnDDOKj285qOi_EkN9AD2uOniiFuzja2UhKnYqlu3W9ueAFq-X_auaxdtL0QcJ1ul9r3I71W4kqFbufKc3l_xv9cj4cg-puHTyN0mr7ZFtJKSg/s320/misc+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491743276018682914" /></a><br />After Tyler's birthday, school got out. As I mentioned earlier, it was the coldest May ever, so it didn't seem like the final weeks of school. Both kids graduated on to the next grade with flying colors. Tanner now has three years of public education under his belt without a single absence. <br />Jake also graduated from his pre-school. He was pretty excited about that. It was a windy day, but fun none the less. They even gave him a birthday treat because his birthday is during the summer.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSG3lNJuG56VzAFbVDrmhThhwYgDjwLwkjPjcQ1orOEWmf68xKjt5dBzmacZswoS-Cdt0or4oNjRFQ0xEXOTGjxlUDg5r-l5NeYXaDhq8EeXLmNV8pSR1sHZPh8oPj_6qnwtWEOcX1FTk/s1600/jakes+preschool+graduation+007.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/AVvXsEjSG3lNJuG56VzAFbVDrmhThhwYgDjwLwkjPjcQ1orOEWmf68xKjt5dBzmacZswoS-Cdt0or4oNjRFQ0xEXOTGjxlUDg5r-l5NeYXaDhq8EeXLmNV8pSR1sHZPh8oPj_6qnwtWEOcX1FTk/s320/jakes+preschool+graduation+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491745069880130754" /></a><br />After a week or two into summer. I was beginning to notice a bit of a problem. Jefferson enjoys being outside. So do the older kids. However, the older kids didn't like playing in the back yard because of one reason or another. However, I can't continue on inside with my stuff if I let everyone go out front, because Jefferson doesn't know the difference between the sidewalk and the street. And the other kids can't be in charge of keeping him out of the street. So, I was finally able to talk Tyson into getting a trampoline. It's worked like I charm!! We've even had a night when the kids slept out on it. Not without the sprinklers turning on first though. :)<br />Then came Tyson's birthday and father's day. Both days, sad for Tyson, passed without a huge deal. But he's another year older and wiser too...well, the wiser part is debatable. He had his usual German Chocolate cake and was good to go. Unfortunately, we weren't able to take it up to his work like we've done in the past. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLjTCYGwv8xtTBsXAfP_f5Ine1RZ8hEVnsoVHFbBHV644dDxZwQQKnvSGhmhXz6RoMH4uoesvg7djxjJrGIe-qHHKTbyoB5j9idTZOQgbO9MRQta-4m0-C5opp6-1auUa75f2JThC-O8c/s1600/jakes+splinter+004.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/AVvXsEgLjTCYGwv8xtTBsXAfP_f5Ine1RZ8hEVnsoVHFbBHV644dDxZwQQKnvSGhmhXz6RoMH4uoesvg7djxjJrGIe-qHHKTbyoB5j9idTZOQgbO9MRQta-4m0-C5opp6-1auUa75f2JThC-O8c/s320/jakes+splinter+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491747517643409858" /></a><br />After Tyson's big days, came Jake's birthday. Toy Story 3 came out the day before his birthday so we decided since he hasn't had a birthday party, that we would invite three friends and take them all to the movie. He had a great time. He was a little confused as to why he's not five now. We celebrated his birthday on his birth date and his party was on a different day, so I can see where there would be confusion. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_K_WPxyJCiqagdhRN0Z-GSfcGDeS_WBC7pMjAWyPrd-3hP_jUC2VBOaK937s900R_vfpiBrvLeS9mJlkunPNL5GXKXd2nqU3g9dNao2g3sUgv7UcOdMz8PJuMel-Qyb8yCvxxk_tE9RY/s1600/Jakes+4th+Birthday+002.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/AVvXsEj_K_WPxyJCiqagdhRN0Z-GSfcGDeS_WBC7pMjAWyPrd-3hP_jUC2VBOaK937s900R_vfpiBrvLeS9mJlkunPNL5GXKXd2nqU3g9dNao2g3sUgv7UcOdMz8PJuMel-Qyb8yCvxxk_tE9RY/s320/Jakes+4th+Birthday+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491760700091555618" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBW7SYFY2FBY4fi0Ch4Ci_Fv-7XMlhWmspAtzLF7oJhSzeqmx3eJljF3de_iIZafe73B9_4dSSv5XWDl1eFRIIZuGijklbPU67rzoSSzouX0obN3BC2IyjUNpGR5kawGWRiOC4rOGL-gA/s1600/Jakes+4th+Birthday+012.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/AVvXsEjBW7SYFY2FBY4fi0Ch4Ci_Fv-7XMlhWmspAtzLF7oJhSzeqmx3eJljF3de_iIZafe73B9_4dSSv5XWDl1eFRIIZuGijklbPU67rzoSSzouX0obN3BC2IyjUNpGR5kawGWRiOC4rOGL-gA/s320/Jakes+4th+Birthday+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491760694397646706" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxGTeLdiTrbuOZTS2i9pYtH5FcrH3VxLc5GpMV0KNX1kUjMNICnxstDPu36_SNmmVYt_CHQ9Lpq5vlm43DKjXNVyffjbVnHcpH5-XiyNbjrwPekrjtS0TOH9O3lR_PnzIb3dZhZ_3anvU/s1600/Jakes+4th+Birthday+008.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/AVvXsEhxGTeLdiTrbuOZTS2i9pYtH5FcrH3VxLc5GpMV0KNX1kUjMNICnxstDPu36_SNmmVYt_CHQ9Lpq5vlm43DKjXNVyffjbVnHcpH5-XiyNbjrwPekrjtS0TOH9O3lR_PnzIb3dZhZ_3anvU/s320/Jakes+4th+Birthday+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491760687186622578" /></a><br />Jefferson celebrated his 2nd birthday a week and a half after that. I can't believe it took us four kids to realize that a two year old doesn't need hundreds of dollars spent on their birthday! He got a baseball tee and bat, a push car and bubbles and couldn't have been happier! Plus he got a great display of fireworks to celebrate his birthday...well, actually it was on the 3rd that we got the fireworks, but the whole weekend was a celebration. I can't believe he's two!! Those two years have flown by! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz2J84ujyajnXw4VKJkpXux_5yESmKvYgrFQhYADF8_5-WB2XSBwC3WucTra9NWugdhCkyLrWVtW4g18ds8WDOf02r4jvm9tOPKFiokEc6qEoRDVhhlqloDU1ODom6gEe6MqlbhzAQDM4/s1600/Jakes+4th+Birthday+049.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/AVvXsEgz2J84ujyajnXw4VKJkpXux_5yESmKvYgrFQhYADF8_5-WB2XSBwC3WucTra9NWugdhCkyLrWVtW4g18ds8WDOf02r4jvm9tOPKFiokEc6qEoRDVhhlqloDU1ODom6gEe6MqlbhzAQDM4/s320/Jakes+4th+Birthday+049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491762823730902130" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikmbxhDgsJFqkeUqOM6JypckXj3iXbhMxc7k0GVWFcp2kPvQIxGRalOZ3AXlYP_JVEeJltuVPXUIQr6HwiyprG1aRRhyphenhyphensVKRZ96q8Z8kVzGlY7mfeAY0JO5izrC0NJyCHapIUXlDpu_z4/s1600/Jakes+4th+Birthday+027.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/AVvXsEikmbxhDgsJFqkeUqOM6JypckXj3iXbhMxc7k0GVWFcp2kPvQIxGRalOZ3AXlYP_JVEeJltuVPXUIQr6HwiyprG1aRRhyphenhyphensVKRZ96q8Z8kVzGlY7mfeAY0JO5izrC0NJyCHapIUXlDpu_z4/s320/Jakes+4th+Birthday+027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491762817558821362" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtD31cfLf0ne9mEY6D1oo7eZqfKm8GjlpZvoNZDJY9OIBDH5z7zAfYRJ9LtokJnAAxU59V1xk9aTNAzyVwrWWU4V6OolF39pxn72aJPbwHNJY1-6WaYTBBFHIJ1mfSrc-zy1M2BIC0E-0/s1600/Jakes+4th+Birthday+020.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/AVvXsEhtD31cfLf0ne9mEY6D1oo7eZqfKm8GjlpZvoNZDJY9OIBDH5z7zAfYRJ9LtokJnAAxU59V1xk9aTNAzyVwrWWU4V6OolF39pxn72aJPbwHNJY1-6WaYTBBFHIJ1mfSrc-zy1M2BIC0E-0/s320/Jakes+4th+Birthday+020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491762810557081186" /></a><br />Which brings us to the present. Life is crazy, and we don't have a spare minute for anything, but we somehow seem to fit it all in. I left out some things, Tyler's dance recital, the ten things we crammed into the 4th of July weekend, the RAGNAR race I ran. Count your blessings I didn't do a minute by minute detail of our lives. You just got the major highlights.tclybbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12063444949635131187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937380075975707271.post-15434712258545466292010-04-17T15:08:00.004-06:002010-04-18T07:56:57.619-06:00Salt Lake City Half Marathon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLr2zX-wPJhVWzGw6oz26xo1p4XftQo3oyYMMDwEPo2IZBTF-DmmK0HUty5lcxhqgddQlr9mO0SvU9z2FCN6Uc7cP9a0HwhTDk2eIs1MnB5RjD4s_FuoOadekz36F-YvAohAn3JkbtD_A/s1600/marathon+cub+scouts+001.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/AVvXsEjLr2zX-wPJhVWzGw6oz26xo1p4XftQo3oyYMMDwEPo2IZBTF-DmmK0HUty5lcxhqgddQlr9mO0SvU9z2FCN6Uc7cP9a0HwhTDk2eIs1MnB5RjD4s_FuoOadekz36F-YvAohAn3JkbtD_A/s320/marathon+cub+scouts+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461227645152426098" /></a>Before picture<br />We are now on the other side of our spring time half marathon. The rest of the day is not something I look forward to. Sure, it would be nice to come home and rest and take it easy, nice but unrealistic! With kids, life doesn't stop.<br />Carli came up and our ride picked us up at 5:45am. We got on trax about 6:15 and were crammed in there like sardines!! Once the race started, we all went our own pace and finished in our own times. <br />Tyson's time was 1:43:25<br />Camber's time was 2:00:39 <br />Neither one of us met our goal, but Camber came closest to meeting hers. She wanted to finish under two hours. Guess that means we'll be running again next year.<br />We owe a HUGE thank you to Grandma Stauffer who came up and brought all three boys to cheer us on through our last mile. Grandpa Stauffer even rode his bike up to watch. Nothing is better than seeing a familiar cheering face as you round your last corner to a very long race!! Oddly enough, its somewhat emotional, for a reason I can't explain.<br />We also owe our great friend Becky our life for helping out with Tyler and her soccer game! Even though it would have been possible to take her and make it, our legs would have come off and clubbed us in the heads after 13.1 miles. THANK YOU BECKY!!!<br />Now that we're done with the race, next stop...HAWAII!! I'll post pictures when we get back. It's going to be great!! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNl-4y_2wGS1TanQA6aJt4lG9ZW0H0ySR48dwt7W8f9J1mFNRI28xznGm4mXbxG-3AyHCqSJcSynzJpfu6pxTGyGRqn0dqG0oRH5oAriBxDMKAltDPLAU4Hw-exu7fLbjY6thfb9rapL4/s1600/tyson+running2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNl-4y_2wGS1TanQA6aJt4lG9ZW0H0ySR48dwt7W8f9J1mFNRI28xznGm4mXbxG-3AyHCqSJcSynzJpfu6pxTGyGRqn0dqG0oRH5oAriBxDMKAltDPLAU4Hw-exu7fLbjY6thfb9rapL4/s320/tyson+running2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461475596077019730" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj77asJHc6EXAWKhTUU7vFLL_hoEBsYVKdx3498dHvQcyMdBDOM6YjhHzIHv_qdTa7dD1HdKKJfYihGm3vJWN8VPTAKLbv3jC7HAR5_0yWg3wH25yKyiqfqsY_lEeownDigRkWO97A1940/s1600/camber+running.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj77asJHc6EXAWKhTUU7vFLL_hoEBsYVKdx3498dHvQcyMdBDOM6YjhHzIHv_qdTa7dD1HdKKJfYihGm3vJWN8VPTAKLbv3jC7HAR5_0yWg3wH25yKyiqfqsY_lEeownDigRkWO97A1940/s320/camber+running.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461475616626447538" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQpOphEdnU-HzxNWeZz1mUjDqyGwAsKv36wcUxAtMqWeVzA56UEEgKCBBcZeedOROQi2RJpbiKaEWX49wQaZNmjruDgkwAxB5XK0l5UioCnsrvuXC4o7tjOT1CO_csB2lFp9MpGogGTVQ/s1600/family+shot.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQpOphEdnU-HzxNWeZz1mUjDqyGwAsKv36wcUxAtMqWeVzA56UEEgKCBBcZeedOROQi2RJpbiKaEWX49wQaZNmjruDgkwAxB5XK0l5UioCnsrvuXC4o7tjOT1CO_csB2lFp9MpGogGTVQ/s320/family+shot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461475612826096194" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoYgc8pIGprtWJwzykkLdb6CE9_LEQUsvIEeeVsC7ucGn9GPhwOdjF4xGa7waYkeM4dwweS8BmoT-KylJLn3bYvii6CwSdumNF-HgsIYUEokxTMp1x00B7GbVamw9uomUOXKmarnXwWZo/s1600/tyson+running.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoYgc8pIGprtWJwzykkLdb6CE9_LEQUsvIEeeVsC7ucGn9GPhwOdjF4xGa7waYkeM4dwweS8BmoT-KylJLn3bYvii6CwSdumNF-HgsIYUEokxTMp1x00B7GbVamw9uomUOXKmarnXwWZo/s320/tyson+running.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461475605361347858" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyfgnGQbU95bSvrLhyphenhypheneMSPeLyUXsOhA7Syp8ub4059QChmUFZKLop_H5kkJPPJp8jI_CS4WadaX_Fkk7dWMpykmhg0CRTuaL9XlurFuEKZswcd6ctXfbic9aRuAuMK8KnSCoEHGS4s9f8/s1600/the+boys.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/AVvXsEiyfgnGQbU95bSvrLhyphenhypheneMSPeLyUXsOhA7Syp8ub4059QChmUFZKLop_H5kkJPPJp8jI_CS4WadaX_Fkk7dWMpykmhg0CRTuaL9XlurFuEKZswcd6ctXfbic9aRuAuMK8KnSCoEHGS4s9f8/s320/the+boys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461475603178733650" /></a>tclybbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12063444949635131187noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937380075975707271.post-1325705287341485332010-04-15T13:41:00.003-06:002010-04-15T13:52:19.188-06:00Not Fast EnoughApparently, we weren't fast enough for Jefferson, and he decided to take matters into his own hands. <br />Don't stand between him and his bath time.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAtP-86UJRtE0c3FmW5pJ-fv8nNBt-n0W25NGtyS5jArkHDuroB7QQrwBsDjAvyg9BI1cteNt6Jnic_gui3ZD2vA-foxB3K3U-9O5dAx6Ua0MQ9iO0FAQgHmA12YlYHQZkkUQBRGGwMNY/s1600/001.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/AVvXsEhAtP-86UJRtE0c3FmW5pJ-fv8nNBt-n0W25NGtyS5jArkHDuroB7QQrwBsDjAvyg9BI1cteNt6Jnic_gui3ZD2vA-foxB3K3U-9O5dAx6Ua0MQ9iO0FAQgHmA12YlYHQZkkUQBRGGwMNY/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460453299767253106" /></a><br />The other day, he had already had a bath and was walking around in his diaper. I was getting ready to get in the shower, and he came in wanting to take a shower too. I told him no, he'd already had a bath. That was the end of that. Next thing I know, Tyson's yelling to me from the other room asking if I put Jefferson in the bath. (Jake was still in the bath from before.) I told him no, and was his diaper off. He responded that he couldn't find a diaper anywhere, then checked on Jefferson in the bath and found his diaper still on. We're going to have to watch this boy!!tclybbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12063444949635131187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937380075975707271.post-16974031637457217062010-04-01T18:17:00.003-06:002010-04-01T18:23:50.521-06:00Summer ProjectsI might be getting a little ahead of the seasons, especially since we woke up to four inches of snow on the ground today, but I think I want to take on some of these fun summer projects this year. Maybe come up with something fun to put in the back of my family room. I'm excited!!<br />Click <a href="http://knockoffwood.blogspot.com/">here </a>to visit the site.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGG9NFmh8pFz9m0f-M8B4UnZ-_CVrWriSWHcVy8KlqQYzpO8fDE7C_DWagYUWg42khTQqego9inCuhGjM1mbIQ185C-9NPtSt2TWpGwUI1bBn6XcqS5ia_ckIbXdstT2ouruEj-19Ssp4/s1600/knockoffwoodheader-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 118px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGG9NFmh8pFz9m0f-M8B4UnZ-_CVrWriSWHcVy8KlqQYzpO8fDE7C_DWagYUWg42khTQqego9inCuhGjM1mbIQ185C-9NPtSt2TWpGwUI1bBn6XcqS5ia_ckIbXdstT2ouruEj-19Ssp4/s320/knockoffwoodheader-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455329094853277058" /></a>tclybbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12063444949635131187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937380075975707271.post-88354332548275408662010-02-21T19:36:00.004-07:002010-02-21T20:01:04.947-07:00Tyler's toothWe have a video of Tanner losing one of his teeth, so we figured it was only right for us to put one on of Tyler. She's had teeth pulled before, but they were pulled by the dentist and with numbing medicine. She never ceases to amaze us though. The only sound that was made was just right before the tooth came out! Much different than Tanner's tooth experience, which can be seen <a href="http://tclybbert.blogspot.com/2009/03/boarderline-torture.html">here</a> She did the same thing with getting her ears pierced. Tyson and I were geared up for this big over dramatic scream of pain and when it came down to it...nothing. Not even a peep from her. All she said was, "I bet they look pretty." So, here is Tyler getting her first tooth pulled by dad. Oh, and one more thing, she'll probably have the next one out in a couple weeks because its loose as well. The tooth fairy should have rethought her payment structure. At this rate, she's going to have to refinance the house to afford all these teeth coming out!<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxoHH_JPh_l_qdr9m9oKs-CVEeEVBJDPsbLXb6fqGsFZytC8OT4xwT_urVvAjFIbH2ZnER-OAJIw-ydNkf1KQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>tclybbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12063444949635131187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937380075975707271.post-74841048337770593462010-02-03T21:45:00.002-07:002010-02-03T21:54:57.378-07:00Prayers Needed<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitevmgh9JiM7Q0Wrl0QKizrf1jW05NJPotyGPXSYDAvgypWl2fTzolpUqtmEnCSbGNoAFDIO9q9FeMh9pSAAC1i03JNTHH_XMC0foIDGAE9US7CG0plnAf-50gEoWFsv_BBnwWtKSZ2bA/s1600-h/boy+praying.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 56px; height: 100px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitevmgh9JiM7Q0Wrl0QKizrf1jW05NJPotyGPXSYDAvgypWl2fTzolpUqtmEnCSbGNoAFDIO9q9FeMh9pSAAC1i03JNTHH_XMC0foIDGAE9US7CG0plnAf-50gEoWFsv_BBnwWtKSZ2bA/s320/boy+praying.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434247199244729618" /></a><br />I fell like I'm sending out this plea a lot lately. Not so much on my blog, as I don't feel a whole lot of people read this, but certainly on FB. This time is no exception though. My friend who just lost her nine week old baby due to complications from RSV, Whooping cough and pneumonia, yes all three at the same time, had a link to another blog of a family who is in the same boat she was just a couple weeks ago...praying with every fiber of her being to keep her baby boy alive. Every time I read blogs like this, or hear similar stories, I just want to hold my babies that much closer. This one is no exception, as I have a little guy her little boys same age. I seriously want to go get my baby out of bed and just hold him! <br />Last Saturday, this mom was going about her daily activities and minutes later, one of her older boys found her to tell her that the one-year-old had drowned and he thinks he's dead! If you want to read more, you can find her blog <a href="http://www.stakerzxposed.blogspot.com/">here</a>. Just do me a favor. I know I'm just repeating the words she said on her blog, but hold your babies a little tighter, be a little more patient and know that the little things, are just that, little things. Please pray for this family!!tclybbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12063444949635131187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937380075975707271.post-16757724660532061432010-01-26T21:11:00.002-07:002010-01-26T21:21:54.550-07:00hE LoVes mE, He ReAlLy lOvEs Me!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyRL7J5Mjbe4r8OXFlV-vdEmJyCjJGtfsB7-W63LJ8VM9L8L9f_Z_ty31AhpluYl-UgERzURG36XYgJcONh3_9Yz94LJAjBgqZemuwBSRPmO-KgQC1HDqAaaocgRnXUSUXuNXay0sA-sY/s1600-h/photo.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/AVvXsEiyRL7J5Mjbe4r8OXFlV-vdEmJyCjJGtfsB7-W63LJ8VM9L8L9f_Z_ty31AhpluYl-UgERzURG36XYgJcONh3_9Yz94LJAjBgqZemuwBSRPmO-KgQC1HDqAaaocgRnXUSUXuNXay0sA-sY/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431269895174054242" /></a><br />Just thought I'd show ya'll how great my man is!!<br />Happy (Early) Valentine's Daytclybbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12063444949635131187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937380075975707271.post-60845404106855173142009-12-30T22:28:00.005-07:002009-12-30T23:03:03.239-07:00Christmas slackingI must admit, I let the holidays get the better of me and they took over my desire to blog. I know that doesn't make sense, because, why wouldn't I want to document all these fun times we're having with our kids growing up...well, I'm a horrible mom and the camera isn't a good friend of mine, and I forget to take pictures, let alone pictures that actually turn out.<br /><br />I will say though, I did take some good pictures.<br />A week or two before Christmas, I was headed to bed for the night and was headed towards my kitchen window to close the blinds, when I looked out my window, and was somewhat thrown off when I saw what looked like a man, looking in my window, leaning against my mailbox. Well, as I started to get closer to my window, I saw another man looking from my front step into my kitchen window. Well, these two men, were two different 6 foot fiberglass santa's from who knows where! We still don't know who dropped these huge Christmas decorations off, but rest assured, they will be resurfacing next year...so be warned. People we tell this story to, don't realize really how big these Santa's are until they come to our house and see them in person. Its funny to see everyone's reaction.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOwoQj8fquhrcm5n9HkIzwFAMufKK_PqkqgDVMKDMeoJ-rOS4Dwy8nzDzq6U-AW7P0QmqrOnJY82GslR5-RVQUkffpkCjJ_99VknW3ItfKkiNtwgBQl0sb92BFIbGBxNgf7BSSJG3ge0k/s1600-h/leaning+on+the+mailbox.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOwoQj8fquhrcm5n9HkIzwFAMufKK_PqkqgDVMKDMeoJ-rOS4Dwy8nzDzq6U-AW7P0QmqrOnJY82GslR5-RVQUkffpkCjJ_99VknW3ItfKkiNtwgBQl0sb92BFIbGBxNgf7BSSJG3ge0k/s320/leaning+on+the+mailbox.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421270877955865170" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3RfwYszr2XTnc6O0dC9O8ZEYsneazSs00rU2KyHBJvVuk-1PuLtRLPlbhejzY-ZdT6_adJUehZZp4to-OcWC7XsFUAQuip0MNh-PTDJDvWD_4OKRn8N1VaOcwcsZA9LCPjcJ_gveVB6A/s1600-h/come+get+this%21.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3RfwYszr2XTnc6O0dC9O8ZEYsneazSs00rU2KyHBJvVuk-1PuLtRLPlbhejzY-ZdT6_adJUehZZp4to-OcWC7XsFUAQuip0MNh-PTDJDvWD_4OKRn8N1VaOcwcsZA9LCPjcJ_gveVB6A/s320/come+get+this%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421270870990415890" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Jefferson is getting so cute! He's a very active boy. But when he hits his wall, he hits it fast and hard. He's never really had issues going to bed or at nap time. But one day before Christmas, he must have been really tired. I had fixed the two younger boys lunch then made a phone call. Not even two minutes later, I hung up the phone, and began preparing my lunch as I heard strong, deep breathing. I turned around, and Jefferson was out! He was so cute! His little arms were folded and he just laid his head down on them. I love this little guy!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiprQXvtcisPixJl2kiLveWeyKR74YBWBLtSBVlnEsRQqc5bhz1-qS73JzwGXlh2MeqBQY44OSii-mqms6rl8RwuZFlc9P8ULjag7kjoTYL2v8kEZveFrVvZfY0hkmlLfuBxewCrUQcMUA/s1600-h/Jefferson+sleeping+%282%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiprQXvtcisPixJl2kiLveWeyKR74YBWBLtSBVlnEsRQqc5bhz1-qS73JzwGXlh2MeqBQY44OSii-mqms6rl8RwuZFlc9P8ULjag7kjoTYL2v8kEZveFrVvZfY0hkmlLfuBxewCrUQcMUA/s320/Jefferson+sleeping+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421272465141816818" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicH_rwbwmy5sPzkhBRiALs_5mH_46RnrJIJjmKH52s3uENRNn7MWMo8dEigfaVKbbLyBvHugrS4ADG4AnBEOUy5sHvd1wmYUQvS1S11ofPHHtni3fHeSnMh9zbX4Mp-6ZMKYgFfzumdcY/s1600-h/Jefferson+sleeping.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicH_rwbwmy5sPzkhBRiALs_5mH_46RnrJIJjmKH52s3uENRNn7MWMo8dEigfaVKbbLyBvHugrS4ADG4AnBEOUy5sHvd1wmYUQvS1S11ofPHHtni3fHeSnMh9zbX4Mp-6ZMKYgFfzumdcY/s320/Jefferson+sleeping.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421272458945059170" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I was a major slacker, and should probably be shot for not getting any pictures of Christmas! But in my defense, we did take video. The camera is so old...like three years old, that it has MAJOR delays and by the time it actually clicks, the picture moment is gone. So rather than get frustrated, I just didn't take pictures. But I will say, Jake got a "magic bike" as he calls it. Its a little mini battery operated 4-wheeler. Jefferson loves to ride this bike. He's so fascinated by the cause and effect of pushing this little button. I wish I could have gotten the pictures I was hoping for, see excuse above, but I didn't. However, these are the best I got. He is so happy with his "big boy" adventure on Jake's bike.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF98_QX7iu4JQJUVDjtVT9PieTR4I7xyjCHT_-bNSAKMCXix3_9FPa93wvs1vdulChlkEu7EoTosM1l2dnY_hDoxI0Cis_QamPkygyYegzqwpn11RxtPn4wK9wbs5XVh4CHPvGS2w2ino/s1600-h/jefferson+helmet+bike+%282%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF98_QX7iu4JQJUVDjtVT9PieTR4I7xyjCHT_-bNSAKMCXix3_9FPa93wvs1vdulChlkEu7EoTosM1l2dnY_hDoxI0Cis_QamPkygyYegzqwpn11RxtPn4wK9wbs5XVh4CHPvGS2w2ino/s320/jefferson+helmet+bike+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421273761529833010" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjKA5ZiDp1xXNhj0mUxqDqMF5GBk02Ya9pCn73DQ_fXi5Sz0QDMPxMqFNCLMSz5wYccTJq0gqqMVZlz9jdkiesMSqH0gXwPnJMywsuNDB8fLssDoEziXFMRMhvwkikGJSLXWPCithxNog/s1600-h/jefferson+helmet+bike+%283%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjKA5ZiDp1xXNhj0mUxqDqMF5GBk02Ya9pCn73DQ_fXi5Sz0QDMPxMqFNCLMSz5wYccTJq0gqqMVZlz9jdkiesMSqH0gXwPnJMywsuNDB8fLssDoEziXFMRMhvwkikGJSLXWPCithxNog/s320/jefferson+helmet+bike+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421273759737217506" border="0" /></a><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxk9FA7n7pjfxSL3C2eMX1XzWfYxKxPpSEG7QPifAXb7sPleXWcpiB3YbaVtrzMieLr80Y5MRW_rmypozkTaA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Anyway, there's our holiday in a very very small nut shell. I promise to be better next year...maybe I'll get a decent camera in the days between now and next Christmas. Haha!tclybbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12063444949635131187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937380075975707271.post-1469878430337854572009-11-15T20:49:00.002-07:002009-11-15T21:00:59.892-07:00Let's Talk TurkeyMy sister-in-law sent me an email with ideas to help us have a more "Thankful" Thanksgiving. Each night, we pull a slip from our Let's Talk Turkey jar and come up with a way to express our thanks for the item we pulled out. Some of these have included being grateful for ears, grandparents, books and the like. Well, the kids know that there are two in the jar that are grateful for sisters and grateful for brothers. So Tanner and Tyler have been telling each other what they're going to do when they pull those slips. Tanner's turn was tonight, and he thinks he knows which tightly rolled up slip is grateful for sisters. Well, as he was trying to pick the specific one, I kept shaking the jar so he would just get the one he grabbed. He wasn't too happy with me for doing that, and didn't hold back in letting me know this. I just had to laugh when I opened the rolled scroll and read, "I am Thankful for my Mom!" Now isn't that just poetic justice! I showed it to Tyson before I read it to the kids and his reaction was the same. Laughter! <br />Well, my dear sweat little Tyler, took this assignment to heart, and quickly took a pencil to her room to write me a note. (The helpful suggestions on the paper read "Do something nice for mom! Write her a note, good chocolate, cook and clean up dinner, do the laundry, clean any room, etc.) A few minute later, she brought me a folded up piece of paper. I opened it and it read:<br /> Mom I Love yo<br /> I no it is hord.<br /> I Love are famlee.<br /> frum tyler lybbert.<br />I have to say, it brought tears to my eyes. Being a mom is hard sometimes...a lot of times, but these small little rewards for a hard job, make it just that much more worth it!tclybbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12063444949635131187noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937380075975707271.post-10432845922344310032009-11-13T20:02:00.003-07:002009-11-13T20:59:40.489-07:00Wiggly wobbly woo!!Jefferson is providing a new world of boy. Each of our boys have had different, very different personalities. Nothing bad, just different from the other. And with each boy, we've gradually been introduced to the boyness of life. Tanner was very calm and could be content just sitting and reading books all day. Climbing was not something he even tried. With Jake, he loved to scare and get people and while climbing was something he knew about, it wasn't something he preferred. Jefferson has opened new doors. The other day, he figured out that if he pulled the stove drawer out, he could hold on to the stove handle and stand on the drawer to get a better view. He loves to climb onto the table and do a victory dance showing pure delight in his accomplishment of making it to the top of the table before mom figured out he was up there. He LOVES balls. If we even mention the word he starts looking for the basketball or bouncy ball to bounce throughout the kitchen. He's also been our wiggliest. Church is more like a wrestling match and cuddle time, while it does happen, is short and sweet. Well, tonight, Tyson was trying to get Jefferson's jammies on and the two were working up quite the sweat to get him dressed. Finally, he finished and Jefferson was off to his next destruction project. When shortly after he was dressed, he started making grunting/screaming sounds. He was able to walk over to us in the kitchen, to which we realized his one piece pajamas were on correctly on the top half of his body, but somehow, in his wiggles, they were twisted in the middle and turned so him right leg was in his left legs spot and left leg was in right legs spot. It was actually really funny, but you know the thought going through both Tyson and my heads was the same...he is SO wiggly!!! The three pictures were the best I could get. He was busy trying to get to a bubble sheet to walk all over and pop with the older kids!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-JvcB_U29xNESYEdqv4M6XAQnvOkDF4MH2cAXHtDVNZ0oNLSi3R-3GJfo0KN6kHaQScE5JUbCQcLPxvm2DJZLVg4obUiyJzT5QQ79YmHoLQVUZI-fA-KIbQRw6Mbvn_zk_v3ZuT_djhM/s1600-h/Wiggles+003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-JvcB_U29xNESYEdqv4M6XAQnvOkDF4MH2cAXHtDVNZ0oNLSi3R-3GJfo0KN6kHaQScE5JUbCQcLPxvm2DJZLVg4obUiyJzT5QQ79YmHoLQVUZI-fA-KIbQRw6Mbvn_zk_v3ZuT_djhM/s320/Wiggles+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403803901271017906" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmuT-Qa8F3jbIAIObENhrmC3AYD5TlGNWePtOguyLsMkNQhp4iQW1-cELQT_hD6C_ffUPh1QuBHQw3X1Rxgl7lTOhLqSfHFMzpHpYdyr0b9tC7a_ImrRxuGU3Rb6JDATpfm22TrJ_wLKA/s1600-h/Wiggles+002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmuT-Qa8F3jbIAIObENhrmC3AYD5TlGNWePtOguyLsMkNQhp4iQW1-cELQT_hD6C_ffUPh1QuBHQw3X1Rxgl7lTOhLqSfHFMzpHpYdyr0b9tC7a_ImrRxuGU3Rb6JDATpfm22TrJ_wLKA/s320/Wiggles+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403803896689288146" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiksAJ_cZtTk_N3BqLLVDdsdUhw8R67OgTrscrRcLMVR-F_k3MyRP9SbDAhxgP7x06YDmjjAn1YfbMcIcsIVCvaQi6gwjsGauqcbJLbg_Iqej5g-piGaOhV5uaTW7_G8n1LxelyvMkuYzw/s1600-h/Wiggles+001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiksAJ_cZtTk_N3BqLLVDdsdUhw8R67OgTrscrRcLMVR-F_k3MyRP9SbDAhxgP7x06YDmjjAn1YfbMcIcsIVCvaQi6gwjsGauqcbJLbg_Iqej5g-piGaOhV5uaTW7_G8n1LxelyvMkuYzw/s320/Wiggles+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403803891675301506" border="0" /></a>tclybbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12063444949635131187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937380075975707271.post-8937566326345301392009-11-02T21:37:00.002-07:002009-11-02T21:56:35.400-07:00First HaircutYes, it is that time that comes in every child's life when his hair just isn't baby cute anymore. Jefferson reached that point a while ago, but time is just not something we have around here very often. So tonight for Family Home Evening he got a haircut. I have to say, all four of my kids have handled their haircuts really well. No one has been freaked out by this buzzing thing that keeps coming at their head...it could be the sucker that has them preoccupied, but we didn't even pull the sucker out with Jefferson until after the big buzzing thing was turned off. I would say he did really well. He didn't hold still so well, but come one, what do you expect from a one-year old?<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dynH-RVg0fXloJDB71UVRTtEhu4SxhIu6Q2BC34L8iThYzTC4BzET-89erGFIJF4YaZfyw112j1pKcvk3DqAA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dywEGy0AYzDFQfwXYfEB04-6IQBap2uIhA5iRM_cIe16Z0cv6krqtURhXbCMqp3T0XgMnc-AZrLh1SxE5Y-Zg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>tclybbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12063444949635131187noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937380075975707271.post-7491360829803820172009-10-29T19:35:00.003-06:002009-10-29T19:43:15.235-06:00Jefferson's first "real" wordI know kids say momma and dadda pretty early on, but today Jefferson said more than those two words and more than just jibberish. However, every time I would try to have him say it for someone, he would just look at me in wonder. So, I finally broke out the camera and after many attempts, he said it again. He'd say it, just not when I was recording or when someone else was on the phone. So, to keep you all from getting endless phone calls, regarding Jefferson's first word, here is the video. Oh, and yes, he is in the bathtub, yes he did get a cracker and yes, there are now cracker floaties in the bathtub.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyY1FLGRh-W8Fhb9yHvbOPPkWPO8WCNxUlzBd2WOGyE8CiJgmp6M-7otXSClTJu0UAnthHg_p_2DuYyGbG--w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>tclybbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12063444949635131187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937380075975707271.post-71718034481220575772009-10-17T23:21:00.002-06:002009-10-17T23:37:02.496-06:00Crazy JakeI tried uploading this video to Facebook, but for some reason, it wasn't working...or at least it didn't look like it was working. I just couldn't help but post this. Jake was in the weirdest mood the other night. I was able to record him for a minute before he realized that I was recording him. Its too funny.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwM3FBZjyyCF3W4yGeZIF6XNMRPVrfRAI2ZWR8m1RNKzQ-VhHYNukMLezLr9LbanfMz_RJiz5LqRn7xIbCPfg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />The other night, we were going through the costume box. Jefferson had so much fun trying on new costumes and wigs. His smile is priceless!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFDLbd_Cz5xqKELBBNC4qnSgazYLatmqE-hoARJuHeqG0o-9mL0QuQYzj1PLADYhheviHzOfT6acT3kYnO0cc8wtxDwbxCzCIr2e0-oaU4k8_9UEh1xVeMn5d7Ky3MPrDLQoL6m8VjHIs/s1600-h/Jefferson+big+wig+2009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFDLbd_Cz5xqKELBBNC4qnSgazYLatmqE-hoARJuHeqG0o-9mL0QuQYzj1PLADYhheviHzOfT6acT3kYnO0cc8wtxDwbxCzCIr2e0-oaU4k8_9UEh1xVeMn5d7Ky3MPrDLQoL6m8VjHIs/s320/Jefferson+big+wig+2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393809642293719042" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiocKFh6VPVGjdesrtXOSeHsFQNpUSEzVmoPTfHOE0dj8Lawcr843Zc3BlBQFPUE0EDF0Zm3WFXeyokw8T148x9plo4wT0pSUdbYgDBoYwnGQbVbFwAP0JVxaZDdWf8qYlRd5z20brzg0g/s1600-h/2009+Jefferson+as+tiger.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiocKFh6VPVGjdesrtXOSeHsFQNpUSEzVmoPTfHOE0dj8Lawcr843Zc3BlBQFPUE0EDF0Zm3WFXeyokw8T148x9plo4wT0pSUdbYgDBoYwnGQbVbFwAP0JVxaZDdWf8qYlRd5z20brzg0g/s320/2009+Jefferson+as+tiger.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393809630443546690" border="0" /></a>tclybbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12063444949635131187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937380075975707271.post-42732755471097235182009-10-11T18:39:00.002-06:002009-10-11T19:08:37.112-06:00Miss Nelson is MissingI'm sure we are all familiar with the book, "Miss Nelson is Missing", but if you aren't, I bet one look at this picture and you'll know the story I'm talking about.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBcb8a_Gv1eo4e-UymFh4oBe1PFHMorMrSNqKlE6xQ4GCzWP-H8-DZMP2K9QM_Irf4mPLJRofUQiTfZL1K67GR4j8eWqXmqV7PFnDbiPPrSi8LWlyf8Vo2lJOSfNI6V6JhaceFYT_UmZk/s1600-h/Nelson3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBcb8a_Gv1eo4e-UymFh4oBe1PFHMorMrSNqKlE6xQ4GCzWP-H8-DZMP2K9QM_Irf4mPLJRofUQiTfZL1K67GR4j8eWqXmqV7PFnDbiPPrSi8LWlyf8Vo2lJOSfNI6V6JhaceFYT_UmZk/s320/Nelson3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391513979524833122" border="0" /></a><br />If not, here's a quick summary. Miss Nelson is a teacher and her class is very rude. They don't listen and, you know, the typical school class. Well, one day, the kids show up to school, and Miss Nelson isn't there. For a day or two, the principal substitutes, but quickly realizes these kids are out of control. The next day, Ms. Viola Swamp. Miss Swamp turns out to be every kids worst nightmare. She whips these kids into shape, so much that they won't even sneeze without asking permission first. When Miss Nelson returns, the kids are perfect. They have done a complete turn around in behavior. They are just glad to have their teacher, Miss Nelson, back.<br /><br />Tanner's class read it this week and had to fill out a story summary form. When he brought it home, I was going through his packet reading the questions he was answering, and his answers. The first questions was, How can you relate to this story. Well, Tanner answered, My mom is like Ms. Swamp. She yells a lot.<br /><br />Nice! I've never met his teacher, but I'm sure she thinks I'm the worst mom around. Just with some of the times Tanner will call me from school or the way we do our spelling. I'm sure Tanner has helped paint a lovely picture of me for his teacher!tclybbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12063444949635131187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937380075975707271.post-87004465941011169302009-09-11T21:56:00.004-06:002009-09-11T22:47:21.883-06:008 Years Old!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJhUvwdywD5L90k7q2zIDrDir98YVCaEU-m5ZFq5CFNb-0_MGQl_8Gc4yjRj254g1R1ErZuQOga_ypWEX-Y_OLgc2SfPkMY-rWoXTT-QjXwAUIuUdHyQtxscGSLPTsgiY-4YX5uRHXtLg/s1600-h/utah+arts+festival+006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJhUvwdywD5L90k7q2zIDrDir98YVCaEU-m5ZFq5CFNb-0_MGQl_8Gc4yjRj254g1R1ErZuQOga_ypWEX-Y_OLgc2SfPkMY-rWoXTT-QjXwAUIuUdHyQtxscGSLPTsgiY-4YX5uRHXtLg/s320/utah+arts+festival+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380437303273051250" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I can't believe Tanner is 8 years old! When did that happen!?<br />Tanner is such a good kid! He loves to make his younger brothers laugh and he and Tyler play so well together...most of the time. He is such a giving kid and more often than not, ends up being the piece-maker. Today, he received a cute little Thank You note from a little girl in the ward. It said, "Thanks for sitting by me on the bus on my first day of kindergarten. I was glad you sat by me the first time because you held my hand so I wouldn't trip and fall. I was a little nervous with all those kids - -some of them I didn't even know. You're really nice." That's Tanner. He'll go out of his way to make sure everyone is okay and happy.<br />I didn't get any pictures of his birthday. I know, I'm a bad mom. He woke up and was out of bed before anyone else was up for the day. Which toned down the celebration in the morning. He got a new bike, and not a moment too soon! His old bike he got when he turned 3! And he's long out grown it. We'll get a couple other gifts to give him on Sunday for out family celebration as well. He also got a couple of screw drivers from Grandma and Grandpa Lybbert and a birthday card with $2.00 from Grandma and Grandpa Bishop (great grandparents on the Lybbert side) and a card from Grandma Great.<br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" >Happy Birthday Tanner</span>, we love you and are so glad we get to see you learn and grow!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Kcjo2TTTpXM4B_WFUdXqQdN46oiywTEmHGuNA9Z4iER1rcQVKs9cty-csyIEPnfZ24qBureN09S0EbZlsNUb8NeZECJ2BTCHenmXEMTuQM_XA4zF9tt3DMX1immgsD8lIq5fuDJwlKE/s1600-h/stuff+002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Kcjo2TTTpXM4B_WFUdXqQdN46oiywTEmHGuNA9Z4iER1rcQVKs9cty-csyIEPnfZ24qBureN09S0EbZlsNUb8NeZECJ2BTCHenmXEMTuQM_XA4zF9tt3DMX1immgsD8lIq5fuDJwlKE/s320/stuff+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380437299341108178" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ETs2qZksts1ILa4Pt64X_LRYcQuyVnfsjiA-G4a55AeJgoM0XyhPXEn1BOHSGDsV3sOv7SrH2IJU4_uEmLL8zSptBS9Uvxc9q-H282rsQkY4vMkNHA7Otk5J323l18dkhOTnUqkkV8c/s1600-h/Saturday+fun+021.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ETs2qZksts1ILa4Pt64X_LRYcQuyVnfsjiA-G4a55AeJgoM0XyhPXEn1BOHSGDsV3sOv7SrH2IJU4_uEmLL8zSptBS9Uvxc9q-H282rsQkY4vMkNHA7Otk5J323l18dkhOTnUqkkV8c/s320/Saturday+fun+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380437289384636386" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVUkbs7OYyl6o3rJ4v10B1wqOoa7H7XDwNPv9tMpYOEHLx4wNZ3-emB1InUXBhMi4VKy634zyGruZ0JXtb9BPRSxLKgDIIvkTZAI2wrsm_DngkeqUwwIc9A35Q-0Juk3U5teZkWVNOGCE/s1600-h/Tanner+at+jordanelle.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVUkbs7OYyl6o3rJ4v10B1wqOoa7H7XDwNPv9tMpYOEHLx4wNZ3-emB1InUXBhMi4VKy634zyGruZ0JXtb9BPRSxLKgDIIvkTZAI2wrsm_DngkeqUwwIc9A35Q-0Juk3U5teZkWVNOGCE/s320/Tanner+at+jordanelle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380437279854642786" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTJKhxsumVngpKt6Jv55aDZpds3M8OREPCIUDPjC55tbHLu_YNIJJVMUMmq_6XKcrIVE0wfcuVwwX4-x6AdSoeRc35SS3JNaAg1SRNhBRSss-9MyKLheRDIjG9dL4k5ulHfjmHpI3VFF4/s1600-h/one+month+018.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTJKhxsumVngpKt6Jv55aDZpds3M8OREPCIUDPjC55tbHLu_YNIJJVMUMmq_6XKcrIVE0wfcuVwwX4-x6AdSoeRc35SS3JNaAg1SRNhBRSss-9MyKLheRDIjG9dL4k5ulHfjmHpI3VFF4/s320/one+month+018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380437272305371282" border="0" /></a>tclybbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12063444949635131187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937380075975707271.post-6522310999212654022009-08-30T20:15:00.007-06:002009-08-30T22:10:17.390-06:00Playing Catch upAs much as I wanted to update, I hate to admit, but I think summer got the best of us. We got caught up in all the fun activities we were doing, and being lazy, it overflowed into my desire to update...I just got lazy. I'd like to say the photos all go in great order, detailing every moment of our summer fun, but they don't. So I'll just put a small caption under each one.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYsxTMsLXpZRAn0eQYqDNBp3R2jN858RIX5XBEU9Wp_bfDpcCkoqnef6bVvbEvfBDhmcyNwtQP98GTrhWcyFsHasnFEKWu_w_rLtxw3SN-P4wDp8O9ilnxbpzE7-HDoteNJtwCD4bS3OI/s1600-h/summer+random+052.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYsxTMsLXpZRAn0eQYqDNBp3R2jN858RIX5XBEU9Wp_bfDpcCkoqnef6bVvbEvfBDhmcyNwtQP98GTrhWcyFsHasnFEKWu_w_rLtxw3SN-P4wDp8O9ilnxbpzE7-HDoteNJtwCD4bS3OI/s320/summer+random+052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375949865603850322" border="0" /></a>The fam at Jordanelle Reservior. Our final vacation before the end of summer. We went with five other families and had the best time...so much in fact, we've decided to make it an annual thing.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Zn3fM7jxp19zD9pu2laVkLfbF_HZnQSZFiAsixVzx5rYi5wMyK180dkhfyG66outCJJHVLzkvi-qyFz1p8rwJ2i3Bie46oKwKLA_XzPptfoxWHpVLsvQvPPoKPts3hkmEGFGPSMBAkw/s1600-h/summer+random+043.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Zn3fM7jxp19zD9pu2laVkLfbF_HZnQSZFiAsixVzx5rYi5wMyK180dkhfyG66outCJJHVLzkvi-qyFz1p8rwJ2i3Bie46oKwKLA_XzPptfoxWHpVLsvQvPPoKPts3hkmEGFGPSMBAkw/s320/summer+random+043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375949861553663682" border="0" /></a>Jake...need I say more?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrJCZa9RXJRK5P86SaCtYE3R0VB8P2ppVOBRfLSrfI1ffHy6eRnc5NeeiFUW59pwkImVvcrONUUijOJYIOWWC6YlmqT4DiB8uvGWnhAh36c-Woll-phYkAOcCQFzarqmOCe7_SVwucEG4/s1600-h/summer+random+032.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrJCZa9RXJRK5P86SaCtYE3R0VB8P2ppVOBRfLSrfI1ffHy6eRnc5NeeiFUW59pwkImVvcrONUUijOJYIOWWC6YlmqT4DiB8uvGWnhAh36c-Woll-phYkAOcCQFzarqmOCe7_SVwucEG4/s320/summer+random+032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375949854314484642" border="0" /></a>Jefferson and mom testing the waters. He had a hard time with this camping trip because up until that weekend, he'd never worn shoes. Lets just say it wasn't him favorite thing...but then, neither was walking on the rocks. Needless to say, he had a lot of extra energy to burn when we got home, only to get back in the car for another hour and a half drive. (More on that later.)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTa5LlWedWx06wJJWIiqh6f72pqshsyCzww4sHFD39lXsRkZPPtVTinPwmQbI_pPD2khgZTYYRgQMI_xkkupFMVIHbnidWOJYj8A87lyX2C440Dn7Wz5awTB3S72-aXTpHpefZjuhKrZg/s1600-h/summer+random+026.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTa5LlWedWx06wJJWIiqh6f72pqshsyCzww4sHFD39lXsRkZPPtVTinPwmQbI_pPD2khgZTYYRgQMI_xkkupFMVIHbnidWOJYj8A87lyX2C440Dn7Wz5awTB3S72-aXTpHpefZjuhKrZg/s320/summer+random+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375948882060891250" border="0" /></a>The Dickamore's brought their mini 4 wheeler and the kids had so much fun on it! The funny thing about this picture, as you can see, Jake is looking down at his hand, pushing the gas while Ben was still in the process of telling him how to make it go. He'd seen Tanner and Tyler do it, and knew exactly what he was supposed to do, he didn't need instructions!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFhp_VF30CnMeAnL7LRE112C6TRuuRZ31iEuSb1MT4XR1FhMNhaO7HzH8FlY5SNwx84Tp-Ls16BUY8057pnluQbhFuKSqDHFKqj51cOXEOSVBEc40xIWcfKjF21K0co5JGFkDrZuxxZUc/s1600-h/summer+random+023.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFhp_VF30CnMeAnL7LRE112C6TRuuRZ31iEuSb1MT4XR1FhMNhaO7HzH8FlY5SNwx84Tp-Ls16BUY8057pnluQbhFuKSqDHFKqj51cOXEOSVBEc40xIWcfKjF21K0co5JGFkDrZuxxZUc/s320/summer+random+023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375948871571399634" border="0" /></a>Tyler gearing up for her ride around the camp pod.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiUJBUoGdXHpHlRj5hJafW5iXtvKdUGGbkzWFcq2tOPGYAngXJj-taCLykw4ScOjXfYpe_3N9hiNUZnd3uwqCIELIOoEF9DkRFsCZLm0FXmet2P3unNF99cwMXmWIWs-5OTEvDxdvo3V4/s1600-h/summer+random+022.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiUJBUoGdXHpHlRj5hJafW5iXtvKdUGGbkzWFcq2tOPGYAngXJj-taCLykw4ScOjXfYpe_3N9hiNUZnd3uwqCIELIOoEF9DkRFsCZLm0FXmet2P3unNF99cwMXmWIWs-5OTEvDxdvo3V4/s320/summer+random+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375948858700522834" border="0" /></a>Tyson and I were both very impressed with Tanner on this trip. He took right to the 4 wheeler and was driving every other kid around. He had a little friend that he buddied right up with and on the boat, that the Pettit's were so nice to bring, he was on the yellow banana with two other girls and an adult and when it tipped, he kept his cool and just enjoyed the swimming time. He also loved going fast on the tube we tried out as well. Even mom had a hard time with that one.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsxaiZSpQ6m5dJ2lgStiLS9t8trwZKGIsCc6HgVefujUSU_y4QABYpKFZitdaw-zoCgN_LbOTtAeA2oyPTJCkQaTrbFrbhS7eqQh9dr6e00-32jRsChAF4c7KbcCox9ezmncagEmQ4fAQ/s1600-h/summer+random+017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsxaiZSpQ6m5dJ2lgStiLS9t8trwZKGIsCc6HgVefujUSU_y4QABYpKFZitdaw-zoCgN_LbOTtAeA2oyPTJCkQaTrbFrbhS7eqQh9dr6e00-32jRsChAF4c7KbcCox9ezmncagEmQ4fAQ/s320/summer+random+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375948853028746210" border="0" /></a>Becky, Jefferson and mom getting ready for bed.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtubilPyMPtIEzpUZO3lZLypph7p_Gmo0m7efhOxuVZSlvTK6P7JSXDDZP8kgh5o6SPxn0b85nNwR-2SVldaPAnO0rbj-cRoYrcid8_KHvJKnI3SPJX3_7q3GRnqV6QVGzeKvyChCVoLw/s1600-h/summer+random+014.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtubilPyMPtIEzpUZO3lZLypph7p_Gmo0m7efhOxuVZSlvTK6P7JSXDDZP8kgh5o6SPxn0b85nNwR-2SVldaPAnO0rbj-cRoYrcid8_KHvJKnI3SPJX3_7q3GRnqV6QVGzeKvyChCVoLw/s320/summer+random+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375948841005540178" border="0" /></a>Tanner and his buddy Maja. Seriously, these two went everywhere together. We were sad to see the Biggs go after one night. Oh, and yes, they are the same age. And no, she's not standing on up on something to make her taller. She is a full head taller than Tanner.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP85BnZ5W1NBeSWGmAzuOK3YzJlrw52VJtBnpfpTSZ5nT48NgyIdsFFRouxOHHimazRj348fg_VXtBP0sGK78jCMK7DloMXUMCcN6SebLVC9tVEemLFf3S7GXwnnPHDOLe-Q2O9uaoRZk/s1600-h/summer+random+012.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP85BnZ5W1NBeSWGmAzuOK3YzJlrw52VJtBnpfpTSZ5nT48NgyIdsFFRouxOHHimazRj348fg_VXtBP0sGK78jCMK7DloMXUMCcN6SebLVC9tVEemLFf3S7GXwnnPHDOLe-Q2O9uaoRZk/s320/summer+random+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375947568371689762" border="0" /></a>Enjoying tinfoil dinners...well, I think Tyson is enjoying the tinfoild dinner. Jefferson and Tyler were eating cantelope and smores.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6aELL2fi_Z1Lae9M-LvCnyZFwZhVE9KdtFHbCo2p2rmvn-3GWuFFO8nGhA_6QocY9eP8qm7py6Zz4fh9bEzcufgN3IrhqqtOdDsVr1TxOQPD4xTotj8I_dkRtvII2DUajiXxROlQJeyM/s1600-h/summer+random+008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6aELL2fi_Z1Lae9M-LvCnyZFwZhVE9KdtFHbCo2p2rmvn-3GWuFFO8nGhA_6QocY9eP8qm7py6Zz4fh9bEzcufgN3IrhqqtOdDsVr1TxOQPD4xTotj8I_dkRtvII2DUajiXxROlQJeyM/s320/summer+random+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375947561465149554" border="0" /></a>One tired little guy! Summer was hard on him. His naps were never on a schedule so he had to sleep when and where he could. The crazy thing about this picture, Jefferson is the one and only child we've had fall asleep in the high chair. The others have been close, but never made it. Doesn't EVERY kid fall asleep at least once?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2wVV-OaIv2zRs7ip0NsK3ly25hpsGssNgAyt7KsnDw5L3QSi6CLjugf0puxZLqZ-2RvKKx2-seIUOV6sOPMRU5suAGlow9uUDBCn4ulGGUs9WPc3CMN2_Zfu8SjJBDl0llnJzqonVxEc/s1600-h/summer+random+064.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2wVV-OaIv2zRs7ip0NsK3ly25hpsGssNgAyt7KsnDw5L3QSi6CLjugf0puxZLqZ-2RvKKx2-seIUOV6sOPMRU5suAGlow9uUDBCn4ulGGUs9WPc3CMN2_Zfu8SjJBDl0llnJzqonVxEc/s320/summer+random+064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375952178804187314" border="0" /></a>Jefferson LOVES being outside. He throws a fit every time I open the door to let the dog in or out because he wants to go outside. He loves it so much, he doesn't even care if he's sitting in the stroller, he just wants to be outside. Here, he's sitting in the stroller while we unload for our second trip in one weekend.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCnuo2AiEgRcRMEM-VchwPyTv-Dy1a1GqEcT8vLLqkKltfGTzYiY-dCDTXCukRQ50UZwnL6pvjKO6d1Ddwoca7PhyphenhyphenaRY2dOLERdo0UMyN_GR9o4ClNAc9Lw8uvLq0BEHisoze8oNiZPww/s1600-h/summer+random+062.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCnuo2AiEgRcRMEM-VchwPyTv-Dy1a1GqEcT8vLLqkKltfGTzYiY-dCDTXCukRQ50UZwnL6pvjKO6d1Ddwoca7PhyphenhyphenaRY2dOLERdo0UMyN_GR9o4ClNAc9Lw8uvLq0BEHisoze8oNiZPww/s320/summer+random+062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375949878552388242" border="0" /></a>Tanner and Tyler with Desi and Marissa at the restaurant after Grandpa Greats viewing. My grandpa died the day before we left on our camping trip, Friday. (He died Thursday morning). So after we got home Sunday morning from camping, at 11:30am, we had exactly an hour and a half to unpack the car and our bags, get cleaned up, pack back up and head out the door for an hour and a half drive up to Tremonton. Needless to say, most of us had had it at the end of that day. We spent the night in the Hampton Inn, much better than sleeping on the ground! And woke up early the next morning to go to the funeral. It was fun to see all my cousins, not so fun for the purpose, but having the knowledge we do of eternal families, I'm grateful that I will be able to see my grandpa again someday and I can't wait to see the garden he's taking care of!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJFLPFDY_vl5fRpC6qHoPBfK8n_t7n0yM_KdqNVPyRf9E8tg09FfEeb7Purfg_z0H5bKeRdI5jGMNLhyphenhypheneqH-omQmQnALZfnWnNHCLidDwAS2TFscfLSdhOOMLfvh2M5J85XCLb2VnGBiA/s1600-h/summer+random+061.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJFLPFDY_vl5fRpC6qHoPBfK8n_t7n0yM_KdqNVPyRf9E8tg09FfEeb7Purfg_z0H5bKeRdI5jGMNLhyphenhypheneqH-omQmQnALZfnWnNHCLidDwAS2TFscfLSdhOOMLfvh2M5J85XCLb2VnGBiA/s320/summer+random+061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375949874654721090" border="0" /></a>Me and my brother at the same restaurant. I don't think we have any pictures of the two of us.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_fo8Tox7hk5MyrKOtsTaXbPIwdv4rCu34F8OqOuatyTNW4xN3iJJD-Y2p3n9NCRtzndLmzgfmp4A2ci-hpusxfc_iCqMWa6C7VaWolG5IAC6hQJIkTWDTWLhLHkQjixbPeqLHMwZr6Vo/s1600-h/summer+random+003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_fo8Tox7hk5MyrKOtsTaXbPIwdv4rCu34F8OqOuatyTNW4xN3iJJD-Y2p3n9NCRtzndLmzgfmp4A2ci-hpusxfc_iCqMWa6C7VaWolG5IAC6hQJIkTWDTWLhLHkQjixbPeqLHMwZr6Vo/s320/summer+random+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375947549098281074" border="0" /></a>Just some carrots we've gotten out of our garden, yes, I have a garden! Its so fun to go out and pick a fresh tomato pretty much every day to have either a toasted tomato sandwich or my new found favorite, grilled cheese and tomato! YUM!! Not such a big fan of the fresh carrots, I think their taste is just too strong. But they're fun to watch grow. And its fun to be able to give them to people I know will enjoy them, like my grandma!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqUBOXvkYf9xc9ea8rXkS-L-L0cnlOHIC5Iuu5Ney6AT4RKX-0P4qBnqohCmUG2kDzQM3RQXB3DK6Yl_aIJnnAGooqggTALjavP8M9AuDz9oFpLKCNOWth-eNgk0IR_y5n7Inm8L0wrRs/s1600-h/summer+random+002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqUBOXvkYf9xc9ea8rXkS-L-L0cnlOHIC5Iuu5Ney6AT4RKX-0P4qBnqohCmUG2kDzQM3RQXB3DK6Yl_aIJnnAGooqggTALjavP8M9AuDz9oFpLKCNOWth-eNgk0IR_y5n7Inm8L0wrRs/s320/summer+random+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375947540305414290" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4zjZfg7QUGEz3otnaIt5_tv5K7tCAt_q4PBuFrEluzpoOOJ7oeaLc-_Rzb6rOkb2t7rqhz5t0VQe3pZHNK28dGZ0EJUxu7QNpNfiqdfP0BBWBKs8y1eKRUJugPKRYyJyQes84O27HfoU/s1600-h/summer+random+001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4zjZfg7QUGEz3otnaIt5_tv5K7tCAt_q4PBuFrEluzpoOOJ7oeaLc-_Rzb6rOkb2t7rqhz5t0VQe3pZHNK28dGZ0EJUxu7QNpNfiqdfP0BBWBKs8y1eKRUJugPKRYyJyQes84O27HfoU/s320/summer+random+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375947535460638514" border="0" /></a>Jefferson's new found joy! He LOVES opening and closing the dishwasher and climbing inside. The best is when he stands up and opens the drawer and sees all the fun things his hands have only been able to feel up to the point of this realization.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBpWmjGg1eBMGPcBNhoLr7YVNv3RiayLNh2Nel1yLkGKi6UhYC2547lVl71_thOuSsiW9iuJ6FBC0ol3xWea7K805mgOfd-QPdWpfXddvsOIQaQ17KLf8BiRKHhyphenhyphengvMd2zhiX-Lv5bJOI/s1600-h/first+day+of+school+2009+003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBpWmjGg1eBMGPcBNhoLr7YVNv3RiayLNh2Nel1yLkGKi6UhYC2547lVl71_thOuSsiW9iuJ6FBC0ol3xWea7K805mgOfd-QPdWpfXddvsOIQaQ17KLf8BiRKHhyphenhyphengvMd2zhiX-Lv5bJOI/s320/first+day+of+school+2009+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375952192850026626" border="0" /></a>And now our summer has come to an end! Tanner on his first day of school! I can't believe he's in second grade!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOZGbkottikO7tpl0kbWYCmbbw3EnOcAJ081ddNg-XLwZ2I2SH4IHAb-yORbSFcM6FXtjQhmhzJWCGzJE4OoI11KkuRj03ai4KAIy6ZioOk4RhvFeu4eU990Ln8fgGcGlSyII26adhvdQ/s1600-h/first+day+of+school+2009+002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOZGbkottikO7tpl0kbWYCmbbw3EnOcAJ081ddNg-XLwZ2I2SH4IHAb-yORbSFcM6FXtjQhmhzJWCGzJE4OoI11KkuRj03ai4KAIy6ZioOk4RhvFeu4eU990Ln8fgGcGlSyII26adhvdQ/s320/first+day+of+school+2009+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375952186941255458" border="0" /></a>Tanner has Mrs. Armenta this year.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGM5ZqT5HC1RxNrQzT3Nr1PHZPGrnljGJoewYgkLEmnngEV3t_TXHA3XVh2ITVAVF3RITffwN1BoXOsc6_nh7Yz0kj8ROnHrboXKiEMLMwQWdcYA8UIFIhtYtJzsYKaZi71O16semvL_c/s1600-h/tylers+1st+day+and+Jakes+abc%27s+006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGM5ZqT5HC1RxNrQzT3Nr1PHZPGrnljGJoewYgkLEmnngEV3t_TXHA3XVh2ITVAVF3RITffwN1BoXOsc6_nh7Yz0kj8ROnHrboXKiEMLMwQWdcYA8UIFIhtYtJzsYKaZi71O16semvL_c/s320/tylers+1st+day+and+Jakes+abc%27s+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375952836612636018" border="0" /></a>Best buds...well, most of the time! These two really are best of friends. They have their sibling quarrels, but really, who doesn't!?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8eyQWHpZyILkrC0H83Fx_152RvRiYhlovkHaqezTYZWQrgqo1CCfmmCSzJCA-z7GuQ-FQLFH-QZLXJ9c4BOKsC9GfxGGRIpFWBYDh8ijGE52AuSHkCUA0TA3yxGEjshQaeWHTOKgXo9I/s1600-h/tylers+1st+day+and+Jakes+abc%27s+004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8eyQWHpZyILkrC0H83Fx_152RvRiYhlovkHaqezTYZWQrgqo1CCfmmCSzJCA-z7GuQ-FQLFH-QZLXJ9c4BOKsC9GfxGGRIpFWBYDh8ijGE52AuSHkCUA0TA3yxGEjshQaeWHTOKgXo9I/s320/tylers+1st+day+and+Jakes+abc%27s+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375952832707221874" border="0" /></a>Tyler on her first day of school. She has Mrs. Sperry. That's the same teacher Tanner had last year. We've told Tanner that even though its the same teacher, she may do different things this year, so he doesn't need to give her a play by play of what they are going to do this year. Even Mrs. Sperry told Tyler some things will be different, so if Tanner tells her how its supposed to be, to let him know, this is a different year.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtF1_CbKB88sxxYZJ-2zr1soAscvCNBx2MRsNDA7fUujICYAmrMXwfJFtglMum3UIRSSt1yrQlkhS6NdGxCF2TnXunWzZCenV4y9Fxr8o1MfNfu9B78Iht95C3gDreT3JIT_h5lYJjZk0/s1600-h/tylers+1st+day+and+Jakes+abc%27s+003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtF1_CbKB88sxxYZJ-2zr1soAscvCNBx2MRsNDA7fUujICYAmrMXwfJFtglMum3UIRSSt1yrQlkhS6NdGxCF2TnXunWzZCenV4y9Fxr8o1MfNfu9B78Iht95C3gDreT3JIT_h5lYJjZk0/s320/tylers+1st+day+and+Jakes+abc%27s+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375952206357644146" border="0" /></a>She looks so grown up!! When did that happen?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs8aRktupb1VKUBlhieTcdALJVMjEjwlVCfWdUpO5KQoNL1v50lxPRHkXghsVlQDw28cafD6Ne3n2dkXgxoIFCv8uh6VdVisaoWDZbG1kl5yjYfCI8QC7Nk7lHWI4HeKrQyKIIfeFMUBw/s1600-h/tylers+1st+day+and+Jakes+abc%27s+008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs8aRktupb1VKUBlhieTcdALJVMjEjwlVCfWdUpO5KQoNL1v50lxPRHkXghsVlQDw28cafD6Ne3n2dkXgxoIFCv8uh6VdVisaoWDZbG1kl5yjYfCI8QC7Nk7lHWI4HeKrQyKIIfeFMUBw/s320/tylers+1st+day+and+Jakes+abc%27s+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375952855327939426" border="0" /></a>Jake just hangin' with Charlie, waiting for Tanner and Tyler to get home from school.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioEqEcFkEn8GhRDEyHi-aWpfHgumY1EmaewaXukS3vqIzqhJZy1ev92F0Sn98TvKKQZwvdRfasfdvtGpWP8uZ-7FSw_zyf7KR26tKjDJkqMMPFB3syReGhesc2AZcI8RcXau1fDaqK7Eo/s1600-h/tylers+1st+day+and+Jakes+abc%27s+007.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioEqEcFkEn8GhRDEyHi-aWpfHgumY1EmaewaXukS3vqIzqhJZy1ev92F0Sn98TvKKQZwvdRfasfdvtGpWP8uZ-7FSw_zyf7KR26tKjDJkqMMPFB3syReGhesc2AZcI8RcXau1fDaqK7Eo/s320/tylers+1st+day+and+Jakes+abc%27s+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375952846480732770" border="0" /></a>Jefferson playing around. Notice the "toy" in his hand. For some reason, both he and Jake have found these "toys" to bring hours of fun. Well, maybe not hours, but its lots of fun to pull them out of the box, and put them back in. Or not even put them back in, but walk around the house all day with them, and leave them around.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1zvnlQjEEeSlSUz_ToXwmHHXDS5lI5Nsf-puqR9ND2YD5ITibErlk-u0Jk_r9SUOk9WkB9RE4D2boUTLAhQCl_J_04slb1O-gq49L40gMKnsc4nilcsajSWm3Xr35PEZhLcIo5zj5WKc/s1600-h/first+day+of+school+2009+006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1zvnlQjEEeSlSUz_ToXwmHHXDS5lI5Nsf-puqR9ND2YD5ITibErlk-u0Jk_r9SUOk9WkB9RE4D2boUTLAhQCl_J_04slb1O-gq49L40gMKnsc4nilcsajSWm3Xr35PEZhLcIo5zj5WKc/s320/first+day+of+school+2009+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375952200081313922" border="0" /></a>Jake and Fritz waiting at the bus stop waiting for the bus to come take the kids to school.<br />And that wraps up our summer. I'm not so good at taking pictures or else I'd have more pictures to document on. Now back into the daily grind of school, homework, reading and lessons. I love routine!!tclybbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12063444949635131187noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937380075975707271.post-45738051088347498332009-08-11T21:02:00.003-06:002009-08-11T21:13:04.904-06:00My Money ManI have never been so excited and waited so patiently for a magazine subscription to arrive!! Even back in my high school days of Teen magazine and whatever other magazines that appeal to those awkward teenage years. And just for my OCD friends, yes, I would organize them on my night stand by publish date and size of magazine. But, today, my favorite magazine of all time arrived, FamilyFun Magazine. I get this magazine in hopes that my children's claim that our family is not fun, will in fact, be something of the past...we're still working on that. This months issues did not disappoint. I've been really struggling to get my kids to work and be motivated to do anything because, according to them, I never let them do anything fun, I never let them play, I always make them be my slaves so I can sit on my computer all day. Those are their thoughts. Isn't it funny how the kids make the same claims that the parents make. I swear I feel like I'm the one that does all the work, and to avoid the complaints that come when I do ask them to do anything, I let them continue playing so I can have my piece and quiet. In any event, there was this great idea for the kids to earn dad dollars to spend at the mom market. I'm hoping that they will see the money as an opportunity to buy things that they really want and would like, while not using real money, but still teaching them the value of a dollar. I can hardly wait! But here is our money man and our dollar bill! So excited!! If you'd like to do the same thing, with any face, you can go <a href="http://festisite.com/money">here</a>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjns4jXpCt8tOWn2qo9TBAPimiuxvX481H-wjRG9OOG4BDGFijhJjeWlDDBFg8M0cBJEQQ7jz2FJ6kR9tubhCitw5-v1ATapSTXUJEFD9hfR5BEk8S96DEfJ5e2qlcHHtRgZm0y_54yfNE/s1600-h/tyson+dollar+bill.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 135px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjns4jXpCt8tOWn2qo9TBAPimiuxvX481H-wjRG9OOG4BDGFijhJjeWlDDBFg8M0cBJEQQ7jz2FJ6kR9tubhCitw5-v1ATapSTXUJEFD9hfR5BEk8S96DEfJ5e2qlcHHtRgZm0y_54yfNE/s320/tyson+dollar+bill.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368908880791873538" border="0" /></a>I call this picture of Tyson his Bronco Mendenhall face.tclybbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12063444949635131187noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937380075975707271.post-80332545718014494872009-08-05T17:26:00.003-06:002009-08-05T17:53:39.256-06:00And he's off!!I feel like a horrible mom, because I haven't documented the exact moment that any of my kids have started walking. Partly because I'm not exactly sure when to document it. Is it the actual "first step" or is it when they can take more than a step without falling into the ground, or is it when they are in fact walking? Well, Tanner, Tyler and Jacob all started walking at about 13 months. Jefferson was acting like he'd walk before then, just because he would take a step or two and then fall to the ground, before his first birthday. But to be able to feel like I can actually document that he is in fact walking, I felt that he needed to be able to take more than those first few steps. So, he followed the family pattern and is now walking at just about 13 months. For a while, it was something that he had to be in the mood to show off, but now, he'll get up and just start walking. I think he still prefers crawling to walking, just because he's still picking it up, but I'm sure it will be no time at all and that will change!<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dza3V7AHgfJRpeX7KhAwtE55GGU4PyVb2oV5I0yb2faYjH2XauMzt96ZXEL1mu8AjhYIHu_J-ChTDl6EeW62A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>tclybbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12063444949635131187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937380075975707271.post-22601385319246480052009-08-01T15:31:00.007-06:002009-08-01T21:37:34.507-06:00Our summer, Warning: Picture overload!I thought I was going to be so good to document all of our summer happenings. I'd like to say its because our summer has been non stop fun and crazy busy, but really, its just due to my laziness. Actually, I can't say that we haven't been doing things, but its just little things here and there. My sister and her kids were here for a few weeks in between moving. We were lucky enough to have the kids cousins here for the week while my sister drove her car from New Jersey to Utah. It brought back to my memory, all the times I spent the night with my cousins and how much fun we had when we were little. We spent half of a weekend in St. George. It was a quick trip, and by quick, I mean we left at 6pm Friday night arriving around 9:30pm, and were headed home at 8:30 Saturday night. We went down for my cousin to take our family pictures and we should have stayed longer, but I had a meeting to be back for Sunday morning and Tyler had a talk to give in primary, so it worked better to do it that way. If you want to see a few of the pictures she took, you can see them on her blog <a href="http://lcphotographytheblog.blogspot.com/">LC Photography</a>. You'll have to scroll down a little bit to her entry titled "Mayhem". We've gone up to the Disney Radio fair and had lots of fun there. We've gone swimming and thanks to my mother-in-law, got free passes to the Children's Museum. Anyway, we've had lots of fun this summer, but the best is when the kids want to do something else and we say no, they go into this full on fit of how we never do anything fun blah blah blah. So we just list all the things we've done this summer and tell them if those things were not fun, then we won't do any of them next year. They're quick to take back their complaining...well the complaining doesn't end, but they just move onto something else. Anyway, I'll let the pictures show our fun.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdNn4XhlRVk2p4SQby7xKT3RFqoDDpz8MKrd7ZDKa9HW00_bA3LY5GM_4kaVAejhtvd3O42hBz-vPzv_ewmDFY7QKnh95Ju51tIg77KDsekqaUZ99HzJKVHNc2paHfFIz6fIrPp2PdejY/s1600-h/summer+09+012.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdNn4XhlRVk2p4SQby7xKT3RFqoDDpz8MKrd7ZDKa9HW00_bA3LY5GM_4kaVAejhtvd3O42hBz-vPzv_ewmDFY7QKnh95Ju51tIg77KDsekqaUZ99HzJKVHNc2paHfFIz6fIrPp2PdejY/s320/summer+09+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365118439808320450" border="0" /></a>Tanner playing news ancor at the Childrens' Museum<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRC4mStXhELbtvM3-LW9J1yFATn3kQM-EGwzV-4cgZM1sudG3Lu6LZD2DEpEzx6jE9B-0XzQ-f1TFaNXsqihRTRKAy-OSJzpApW0xLLk8T9d9grwemcy8HAuKiDtxdmF61sBjmdk03Nto/s1600-h/summer+09+010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRC4mStXhELbtvM3-LW9J1yFATn3kQM-EGwzV-4cgZM1sudG3Lu6LZD2DEpEzx6jE9B-0XzQ-f1TFaNXsqihRTRKAy-OSJzpApW0xLLk8T9d9grwemcy8HAuKiDtxdmF61sBjmdk03Nto/s320/summer+09+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365118434411264930" border="0" /></a>Tyler on the horse at the museum.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhggVS3lVLCAsXU17J6Qz0hgC3WYcS0IxgGfXk3h5X-Pv7b3RFf4X8QxRcuA629lf1Nol4YjWwjaHX1lyT8WSPFyglTXu5vPAW0JclbIQKPWkNhUKeHkYSGRHV1Fe6W8Q6xRjdl2cce0Dk/s1600-h/summer+09+009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhggVS3lVLCAsXU17J6Qz0hgC3WYcS0IxgGfXk3h5X-Pv7b3RFf4X8QxRcuA629lf1Nol4YjWwjaHX1lyT8WSPFyglTXu5vPAW0JclbIQKPWkNhUKeHkYSGRHV1Fe6W8Q6xRjdl2cce0Dk/s320/summer+09+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365118431045060786" border="0" /></a>Babyland at the Childrens' Museum<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdDmaTzUOZdcWkFltdGcgPNU5oM8X26EnQziWdVO71GmT30pmN8AdNXsDiGkq0QchrCZsLesxbb4EYX6MFz0IAZjUeLiS8wT_n5-aD9mXzlJMdIfPZ32ctvd5VrFtEZl2e6DjTqqVaBpo/s1600-h/summer+09+026.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdDmaTzUOZdcWkFltdGcgPNU5oM8X26EnQziWdVO71GmT30pmN8AdNXsDiGkq0QchrCZsLesxbb4EYX6MFz0IAZjUeLiS8wT_n5-aD9mXzlJMdIfPZ32ctvd5VrFtEZl2e6DjTqqVaBpo/s320/summer+09+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365121022955079282" border="0" /></a>Jefferson playing with the potatoes out of the Childrens' Museum garden. This really is a happy expression.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO-Yls0RplTL8ulSJy3qtt017WM-Q8G_EZbHsz3FYorcUvGSpwQ7rRQfzovaOjXM91ClFbNvabLPcdOzGByLwB_1WdQx-lZ09n8gi4HrwpgJ3XkdxlmT_c_f69P8CvRlfU_DogksIY6CY/s1600-h/summer+09+007.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO-Yls0RplTL8ulSJy3qtt017WM-Q8G_EZbHsz3FYorcUvGSpwQ7rRQfzovaOjXM91ClFbNvabLPcdOzGByLwB_1WdQx-lZ09n8gi4HrwpgJ3XkdxlmT_c_f69P8CvRlfU_DogksIY6CY/s320/summer+09+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365118423303054546" border="0" /></a>Tyler playing checker at the Childrens' Museum grocery store.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn0C0YsZiE-L_n52_asxxoYmHHGX4Q7nRcQ8e6ZDcoN7BNBgXZryGQk0mtSz4pMWpvyJPM9PgfAyDJ8JA-a31qozF0UO9gDRO5EIvAMA9IIPHI4Si_cBmX9egh3CWSDR9xSTI1rY2mP84/s1600-h/summer+09+005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn0C0YsZiE-L_n52_asxxoYmHHGX4Q7nRcQ8e6ZDcoN7BNBgXZryGQk0mtSz4pMWpvyJPM9PgfAyDJ8JA-a31qozF0UO9gDRO5EIvAMA9IIPHI4Si_cBmX9egh3CWSDR9xSTI1rY2mP84/s320/summer+09+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365118417558609010" border="0" /></a>Camping out on Tyler's floor. Tyler was in her bed and cousins Marissa and Desi along with Tanner and Jake on the floor. It was one crowded bedroom!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgAb7sxhSZloer_IGgqLzGJxnVgIUh5hmWieRMlF-ZayFZsvwx2NYc0Cq9tMKhrFLtNFv30_1uQpEgmeMO_1RykwJKym11yLJ3FYvi1bZoWfoWeGJUm3_nKG6yI9iwPQqUt46b6eM4UWY/s1600-h/summer+09+024.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgAb7sxhSZloer_IGgqLzGJxnVgIUh5hmWieRMlF-ZayFZsvwx2NYc0Cq9tMKhrFLtNFv30_1uQpEgmeMO_1RykwJKym11yLJ3FYvi1bZoWfoWeGJUm3_nKG6yI9iwPQqUt46b6eM4UWY/s320/summer+09+024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365120021886142242" border="0" /></a>Jefferson trying to throw the potatoes at me, enjoying his freedom to crawl around at the Childrens' Museum.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq9qVBbVwHEJPi10mOwdE6Vnc3AoWBTwSEma-EVQhWKsE080w9SRxp2ll9zJlCTO_0raXa4vCC7CJ-6TaO8c5cmzg71VdllLv9KMVHmcyYBZb-MSfVxXWzfXBwvOlUwS3eAH8OjZX4ZAI/s1600-h/summer+09+020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq9qVBbVwHEJPi10mOwdE6Vnc3AoWBTwSEma-EVQhWKsE080w9SRxp2ll9zJlCTO_0raXa4vCC7CJ-6TaO8c5cmzg71VdllLv9KMVHmcyYBZb-MSfVxXWzfXBwvOlUwS3eAH8OjZX4ZAI/s320/summer+09+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365120016465770162" border="0" /></a>Cousin Marissa on the horse at Childrens' Museum<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7o0ZYLHBB9EL-dRpabfOSX_nTUWbuGoGXdfo_5MK4wxNAynvEE90yD4jBggltoAom6-het0M3dv6XEZnSjGgvHhH0tsvD4S6jdv4eqaxnAdn4Noa8xeNqRA5h2IwDOUFiFp79_jbQY1E/s1600-h/summer+09+019.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7o0ZYLHBB9EL-dRpabfOSX_nTUWbuGoGXdfo_5MK4wxNAynvEE90yD4jBggltoAom6-het0M3dv6XEZnSjGgvHhH0tsvD4S6jdv4eqaxnAdn4Noa8xeNqRA5h2IwDOUFiFp79_jbQY1E/s320/summer+09+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365120009651039090" border="0" /></a>Cousin Desi at Childrens' Museum<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjba1dKjKVGw0x6FTZ41eO7JTyFYkXJcmOKnkIAaFECmQVAxLkEfuJAhPaaXMj7Yk2RXjEXo9RDUGQ7lpgb5QU0Nw8Tq7S1iyHJ0Olq79RPt38tL5CgIxJ7Q523RtAMJeVN1RiMLblkFCE/s1600-h/summer+09+017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjba1dKjKVGw0x6FTZ41eO7JTyFYkXJcmOKnkIAaFECmQVAxLkEfuJAhPaaXMj7Yk2RXjEXo9RDUGQ7lpgb5QU0Nw8Tq7S1iyHJ0Olq79RPt38tL5CgIxJ7Q523RtAMJeVN1RiMLblkFCE/s320/summer+09+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365120008242903682" border="0" /></a>Tyler and cousin Desi at Childrens' Museum<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUVq6B4ehfI69YZZxTYK-Irprk9y3N5bRjkV_c24039Y9M2tJqKWv302XGhn1O47taS6w1N6rjG1JCuXEdL1zwUjDCuh72Tlr8NfMgmS18nEHzWI_zqpxyq3S8YAn6P5h3CQKJH9DOPbw/s1600-h/summer+09+015.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUVq6B4ehfI69YZZxTYK-Irprk9y3N5bRjkV_c24039Y9M2tJqKWv302XGhn1O47taS6w1N6rjG1JCuXEdL1zwUjDCuh72Tlr8NfMgmS18nEHzWI_zqpxyq3S8YAn6P5h3CQKJH9DOPbw/s320/summer+09+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365120002450647922" border="0" /></a>Jake at Childrens' Museum<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVlrOcnUVGpjp11iKdO7Zc6xf6rAqpKr_Sc0-uHoMqbCyAf3JdmeQmncgiOlAnnVtLZJam2trymJZSAYyGCqP5yusNL31mFEsyBD7AaNkfTLHErKJe-H8rVcjR6jbveUXfUB6C8tol8FQ/s1600-h/summer+09+039.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVlrOcnUVGpjp11iKdO7Zc6xf6rAqpKr_Sc0-uHoMqbCyAf3JdmeQmncgiOlAnnVtLZJam2trymJZSAYyGCqP5yusNL31mFEsyBD7AaNkfTLHErKJe-H8rVcjR6jbveUXfUB6C8tol8FQ/s320/summer+09+039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365121039783886466" border="0" /></a>Cousin Marissa at the gateway fountain.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWrFBNdnBlQ_TAuU3bU5b0H-lDIhZVDZYCmavwBbVcaOrlrPOWXFtIaJIpp_J7YGMaqRtPjKkZOKgl8qzXrvuHoYjXepzxgMvj0knQdHmBYk0IKbQWa2GE54RrPcJr70CQvgnPT8KgiJU/s1600-h/summer+09+038.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWrFBNdnBlQ_TAuU3bU5b0H-lDIhZVDZYCmavwBbVcaOrlrPOWXFtIaJIpp_J7YGMaqRtPjKkZOKgl8qzXrvuHoYjXepzxgMvj0knQdHmBYk0IKbQWa2GE54RrPcJr70CQvgnPT8KgiJU/s320/summer+09+038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365121032667162930" border="0" /></a>Tyler pouting because she wanted to get wet, but didn't want to get wet if she wasn't in her swim suit.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVeHjJNkkt5uOiPjjvdNi1J9fpz-qLSPE3h6VN4ySYjW154Qh0dwsOkHakpIG19eOOl8GJFJia6z4OW1CPzLJuA_oIxZGYgVyQeO9Z0S0IVvkueWHVTZ54a6E64FgEIVImAp_lLHolSrE/s1600-h/summer+09+036.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVeHjJNkkt5uOiPjjvdNi1J9fpz-qLSPE3h6VN4ySYjW154Qh0dwsOkHakpIG19eOOl8GJFJia6z4OW1CPzLJuA_oIxZGYgVyQeO9Z0S0IVvkueWHVTZ54a6E64FgEIVImAp_lLHolSrE/s320/summer+09+036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365121030370429938" border="0" /></a>Tanner and cousin Desi in the fountain at the Gateway cooling off.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVBECyAs3aSH4hKlITsXdTgif1xduW8hkEgbkpXv8hlBxGQSW8qZlD5iZMVb04VJ5gPeTPbyEvEfpmLKGKP_WDJDJB4De01rqLqJ6R_Ov4ShKvGVGzS5Gvydejv17GplA-91Z7SHuF0FQ/s1600-h/summer+09+067.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVBECyAs3aSH4hKlITsXdTgif1xduW8hkEgbkpXv8hlBxGQSW8qZlD5iZMVb04VJ5gPeTPbyEvEfpmLKGKP_WDJDJB4De01rqLqJ6R_Ov4ShKvGVGzS5Gvydejv17GplA-91Z7SHuF0FQ/s320/summer+09+067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365122284742459986" border="0" /></a>Jefferson and Grandpa Lybbert at the Lybbert family reunion up Big Cottonwood Canyon. This is the one and only picture I got of the entire day. Its a little difficult to be camera happy when you are without your husband.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvqE3SvpWwjOeLXSZVxiFpOU4cFXXgeHUAivGyD04big8gXfwfFiIJYqMwQeLPk1XSmaRd9GatdFt0mtOPDzIT_WCK5FCBzcLUJ8vIDvWPsgbR_FkYu737IlMxMxpoiYaKaiyjzUiX3Ok/s1600-h/summer+09+048.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvqE3SvpWwjOeLXSZVxiFpOU4cFXXgeHUAivGyD04big8gXfwfFiIJYqMwQeLPk1XSmaRd9GatdFt0mtOPDzIT_WCK5FCBzcLUJ8vIDvWPsgbR_FkYu737IlMxMxpoiYaKaiyjzUiX3Ok/s320/summer+09+048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365121046339019874" border="0" /></a>Radio Disney fair. They all got a free creamy for sitting in a line to put a sticker milk stash on, but hey, isn't that what summer's all about!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2KHVHqk3_qyUzsdFoXJP-Ucr_NZhrepY73cryjn7JRwNSZ_5X7J9ot_n57uQ3UOLH5hSH83Mx4vIxqKEuhdVsvkQtLCOExhIhyphenhyphen31eHilt1omUamLdarFV33Jy5bc2y3kvyOpD2R5a98k/s1600-h/summer+09+066.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2KHVHqk3_qyUzsdFoXJP-Ucr_NZhrepY73cryjn7JRwNSZ_5X7J9ot_n57uQ3UOLH5hSH83Mx4vIxqKEuhdVsvkQtLCOExhIhyphenhyphen31eHilt1omUamLdarFV33Jy5bc2y3kvyOpD2R5a98k/s320/summer+09+066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365122280946439570" border="0" /></a>In front of the hotel in St. George.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5YVNgvpXYfgNkMIiHKkneiBbNIbFcJQfJro_i7iZiRXqp2-JMcXi0nGtNLuhOrqV1Pt00MDbaPbS8sh97hqx-7AaBfotXIcCCzRtk99PRTtDKkGeHLwPB-8yO7kTptfaOtL854xIti40/s1600-h/summer+09+065.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5YVNgvpXYfgNkMIiHKkneiBbNIbFcJQfJro_i7iZiRXqp2-JMcXi0nGtNLuhOrqV1Pt00MDbaPbS8sh97hqx-7AaBfotXIcCCzRtk99PRTtDKkGeHLwPB-8yO7kTptfaOtL854xIti40/s320/summer+09+065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365122275122419138" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwDh7ii7fbeMpu0jsI-0xBlZt94oO-FSDsOU3llB5DdPkpPZiOgm32L32dmFm871EqhSnBhB_X32AH_sKvJIM4EWxLlIBGKnnmlZPHpMgYSYdB7WjoIrjwEJVgICDl08Nlms6DVpXjoow/s1600-h/summer+09+058.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwDh7ii7fbeMpu0jsI-0xBlZt94oO-FSDsOU3llB5DdPkpPZiOgm32L32dmFm871EqhSnBhB_X32AH_sKvJIM4EWxLlIBGKnnmlZPHpMgYSYdB7WjoIrjwEJVgICDl08Nlms6DVpXjoow/s320/summer+09+058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365122271267228946" border="0" /></a>Tyler learning to swim in the pool.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidS5KbfLEPuYVlhuddVZ9J8_L9RncNL4aK73vIF9Q-W2-TDv8L_6gmXluISk-I3mHzAagMlmGkXP8damEZyPJKaLUTCWchW-N1vjoG8dEyhXakY5XDin-azmfBN4Tg6csZ8jS19fgyqTc/s1600-h/summer+09+060.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidS5KbfLEPuYVlhuddVZ9J8_L9RncNL4aK73vIF9Q-W2-TDv8L_6gmXluISk-I3mHzAagMlmGkXP8damEZyPJKaLUTCWchW-N1vjoG8dEyhXakY5XDin-azmfBN4Tg6csZ8jS19fgyqTc/s320/summer+09+060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365122264953032898" border="0" /></a>Tanner and Tyler.<br />Along with all our summer fun, Tyler had to take a trip to the dentist to have her first two teeth puller. Her adult teeth were pretty much all the way in and the baby teeth were showing no interest in coming out. Reason being, the roots were still 100% there instead of the adult tooth eating away the root, which in turn makes the tooth become loose and fall out. So, to the dentist we went. I could not believe how long her teeth were! I had to measure them. I know, gross! But both teeth were half an inch long! She was a trooper. The dentist had to pull out the pliers, every kids worst nightmare!! But he was twisting and yanking and pulling to get those teeth out! She had laughing gas and a numbing shot, but still, this was one of those times where her drama was lagit! Anyway, here are the pictures of Tyler's first two teeth!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFlcd5eOBs4f9-SyB_nPLfGr4ZzL6hdxSG7i5Df0Z1pYQTu_24PZdAx-jks_mWH3lkEM8ky3s4VduVb7NwWLj29KKdRPbJAhlGZjh36FKTFnGdPMC2ZsAmLmrIARWmTpOzxDPBVQums1k/s1600-h/jodi's+blanket+and+tylers+tooth+007.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFlcd5eOBs4f9-SyB_nPLfGr4ZzL6hdxSG7i5Df0Z1pYQTu_24PZdAx-jks_mWH3lkEM8ky3s4VduVb7NwWLj29KKdRPbJAhlGZjh36FKTFnGdPMC2ZsAmLmrIARWmTpOzxDPBVQums1k/s320/jodi's+blanket+and+tylers+tooth+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365203313411979186" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEl7K2SJdLndsH3Hty9K2WTrbeIHcIxcASYp_jgbonFxUehuZ15Vb1ghCzbXJQL63QQi-tvlrLmJzDSI61VFjJM0Y1Y8JPGrZsanoGlB5bgBHWSnR_Ih3FGUZKEtxtj7vmWZroSrCU-w4/s1600-h/jodi's+blanket+and+tylers+tooth+006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEl7K2SJdLndsH3Hty9K2WTrbeIHcIxcASYp_jgbonFxUehuZ15Vb1ghCzbXJQL63QQi-tvlrLmJzDSI61VFjJM0Y1Y8JPGrZsanoGlB5bgBHWSnR_Ih3FGUZKEtxtj7vmWZroSrCU-w4/s320/jodi's+blanket+and+tylers+tooth+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365203307551895746" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9D3wuwMe99_vVXoNBPhPdvTQH3_jzCp_xtAo6xpm-D1YCfsy7bCR8CBYDhzG0E3hg2PqeW3lU2czzD71N4twxCaEo51d15SINYTvBBeOTWYEdTcaeNSZUOihgR7H0i5vvepEPZtyTyU8/s1600-h/jodi's+blanket+and+tylers+tooth+005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9D3wuwMe99_vVXoNBPhPdvTQH3_jzCp_xtAo6xpm-D1YCfsy7bCR8CBYDhzG0E3hg2PqeW3lU2czzD71N4twxCaEo51d15SINYTvBBeOTWYEdTcaeNSZUOihgR7H0i5vvepEPZtyTyU8/s320/jodi's+blanket+and+tylers+tooth+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365203307749142274" border="0" /></a><br />Anyway, I warned you, picture overload!tclybbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12063444949635131187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937380075975707271.post-73966676450556462612009-07-05T20:34:00.010-06:002009-07-05T22:12:08.286-06:00Happy Birthday Baby Boy!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIIffn44OUIoIJTuTXnpoj-WrHBy2QpBo_-dQmjkqKBEG6Br7-kK_vcM4TlWsddgH6Q_gOepuZKgc_WutnJrmfokq1_fUFk71sBz14zGU72ZpH0mPx3oJRX5L4sNqB4lQ_M_9F2rRBYVU/s1600-h/Baby+Jefferson+2+004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIIffn44OUIoIJTuTXnpoj-WrHBy2QpBo_-dQmjkqKBEG6Br7-kK_vcM4TlWsddgH6Q_gOepuZKgc_WutnJrmfokq1_fUFk71sBz14zGU72ZpH0mPx3oJRX5L4sNqB4lQ_M_9F2rRBYVU/s320/Baby+Jefferson+2+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355189942792752770" border="0" /></a>Just a few min. old.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNF7m4_vIDPn7ur5NU-nEsA8b2Ih2EgnwWkoz8yuo72W-xFVvX6IcrIjJ6OIp4fzgV6RDEDR9ZBFSEppsLqHsI53FilcB-8g9JQshIizl6KGTghuE2GN6TPzAT-I9hc_5hYVaWepvYwcQ/s1600-h/3+days+old+007.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNF7m4_vIDPn7ur5NU-nEsA8b2Ih2EgnwWkoz8yuo72W-xFVvX6IcrIjJ6OIp4fzgV6RDEDR9ZBFSEppsLqHsI53FilcB-8g9JQshIizl6KGTghuE2GN6TPzAT-I9hc_5hYVaWepvYwcQ/s320/3+days+old+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355189457536443730" border="0" /></a>Days old. Evan though he's 10x's bigger now, I can still see the same features in this picture as he has now.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKffJhbcBxG20G__aqDVLnOV1JJ1Eetc1IPp7tn_BqYwposSXiRi1tOdVpWrLiUHbIiJ6wYn_l6-EOepJ-O5Oi702zVViXqIewbwO_4k-7UHFJZjiHzbVM1vvdlrnveG5i7rQmT-cdzHE/s1600-h/TC+Lybbert+-+33.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKffJhbcBxG20G__aqDVLnOV1JJ1Eetc1IPp7tn_BqYwposSXiRi1tOdVpWrLiUHbIiJ6wYn_l6-EOepJ-O5Oi702zVViXqIewbwO_4k-7UHFJZjiHzbVM1vvdlrnveG5i7rQmT-cdzHE/s320/TC+Lybbert+-+33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355194399906108370" border="0" /></a>I hate to admit it, but this is the most recent, decent picture I have. This is about 5 months old. I'm a terrible mom!<br /><br />I cannot believe that it has been a year since my baby was born! Where did the time go! I know every mom says that, but this year flew! I don't ever remember a time where I looked and how many months old he was and thought, "Really, he's only __ months old?" I'm sure it has to do with the fact that he's the 4th child and everyone is busy with their happenings. Poor guy! I really have loved every day I've had with him. He is the happiest little guy you'll ever meet. The only time he is fussy is when he's tired or hungry. You'll know when he's had enough, because if you walk past him, he'll follow you with his gaze and once you pass him, he'll start to cry.<br /><br />I thought for sure he'd be walking by his first birthday, but it looks like he'll follow the trend and wait a little longer. He'll take a step and then lunge forward. He gets so excited when he sees people and will say hi, over and over in the cutest high pitches voice. He waves hi and bye and blows kisses. He says mom and dad and even though no one else would understand it, I'll even hear an occasional Tanner, Tyler and Jake. Obviously, its not that clear, but you can tell he's trying to say it. He also get so excited with the dog is around and says dog and signs it as well. He signs more and drink also.<br /><br />The morning of his birthday, Sat. July 4th, the rest of the kids had spent the night at my parents so we had him all to ourselves. He woke up and I drug Tyson in his room with me and we sang happy birthday to him. He was so excited! He kept rubbing his arms up and down his chest with such excitement and had the biggest grin on his face! Whenever someone would start to sing Happy Birthday to him during the day, he'd get the biggest smile.<br /><br />Last year, as we woke up on the 4th of July, we were just laying in bed about 6:30am when the phone rang. We were expecting the phone call, as I was to be induced that day. My Dr. was fine with inducing me since I go really fast and she was guaranteed to be done with me by fireworks. Not that she wouldn't have stayed if I would have gone into the fireworks, but we had it all scheduled out. She's such an awesome Dr!! I actually shouldn't put her down like that. She's a great midwife! If she was a doctor, I would have never had him on the 4th! In any event, the call came bright and early and they said they'd take me whenever I got there. So, we hurried and got our stuff together to head to IMC. Again, my mom had the kids. Once we got there, it was about 45 min. before they started me and 3.5 hours later I held the cutest 6# 9oz 19 in. little boy I'd ever seen! (I can say that, because the other two boys were different weights and lengths!) His labor was different than Jakes. For one, I was so worried I was going to have complications again and lets face it, those kinds of complications aren't in any way fun if you don't have an epidural. But the contractions were spaced apart to the point where as soon as one was over, it was as though nothing was happening. I was fine to sit and laugh and joke around and have a conversation with no problem at all, then when the pain would worsen again, I'd focus and work to get through it. I'm so glad this little guy, well, really he's a chunky monkey, is in our family! Happy Birthday buddy!<br /><br />Now, for our 4th of July, we had a crazy 48 hours! Friday night, my mom took the kids because my sister is in town and they wanted to play with their cousins and go to the hot air balloon festival on Saturday morning, which was really only doable by spending the night, they just have to get up way too early. So, Jefferson and I headed up to pick Tyson up from work about 6pm and headed to his bosses house for the evening. We've been doing this for the last few years and always have a great time with tons of really good food! After the socializing and dinner, we waited for 10pm for the fireworks to start. This is always a little nerve racking just waiting to see how the kids are going to handle the fireworks. I can honestly say I've never seen a kid so calm during fireworks. He was very relaxed and calm throughout the entire thing. He just laid up against me and every few minutes you'd hear a very soft, ahhhh. We got home about 11:30. Saturday morning we woke up, I hurried to get ready so I could go pick up balloons for Jefferson's birthday. Then we headed down to the park just down the street for our annual ward/neighborhood breakfast and parade. We missed the breakfast, but made it for the parade. Jefferson even got his picture taken with one of the firemen in front of the firetruck. He was lovin' life.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKZwVPM-Yo7FkQRrimYeA4f3sM_nh_wK3kSLN5IbatqMjUMLWfMhFVbOWAeJ7oqH9u7FsDqTr1yIL4LIqk1pu4oBHLdMy-jIagpfLU74zquDTwglKkDRnGMuzNWnN0j_PfwQeG2YY38NI/s1600-h/100_2119.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKZwVPM-Yo7FkQRrimYeA4f3sM_nh_wK3kSLN5IbatqMjUMLWfMhFVbOWAeJ7oqH9u7FsDqTr1yIL4LIqk1pu4oBHLdMy-jIagpfLU74zquDTwglKkDRnGMuzNWnN0j_PfwQeG2YY38NI/s320/100_2119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355193090598832290" border="0" /></a><br />Any time anyone would say or sing Happy Birthday, he'd get the biggest grin on his face. He knew it was for him. Then we came home, gave Jefferson a nap, welcomed the other kids home and got ready for a BBQ with grandma and grandpa Lybbert. We had our BBQ and then Jefferson got his birthday cake and made the biggest mess any of our kids have ever made, and was very happy to do so.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl8eLk-YJkPXn4uPnpS7wXhlJcKDaZ6mTOvcZSOFf7aNU5iaAVHCvUn0qMH-h2dqUYCite9RVBxRQ4fiQa9VL0tTV36EImz40Kg0dEVfQzb7bvpL7WIic1T03nokGY-DtxHNUma5rp2Dw/s1600-h/Jefferson's+bday+%26+4th+of+july+002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl8eLk-YJkPXn4uPnpS7wXhlJcKDaZ6mTOvcZSOFf7aNU5iaAVHCvUn0qMH-h2dqUYCite9RVBxRQ4fiQa9VL0tTV36EImz40Kg0dEVfQzb7bvpL7WIic1T03nokGY-DtxHNUma5rp2Dw/s320/Jefferson's+bday+%26+4th+of+july+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355184287031599778" border="0" /></a><br />We then came home, had naps and headed down to Provo with Gus and Becky Zamora and my family for our traditional Stadium of Fire fireworks, but outside the stadium. This is something we've done for 20 some odd years. As long as I can remember. And we had a great time walking around the booths, listening to music, eating dinner, doing fireworks and at the end, watching fireworks. Again, Jefferson was amazingly calm! He loved them and again, every few minutes I'd hear a small, ahhhh. We hurried home after that, walking in the door about 11:30, put the kids to bed, and were up by 7am to get ready for 9am church. I'm just glad I didn't have to play the organ today! That would have really stretched us. We had our occasional tired outbursts, but the kids had a great time, and Jefferson had a memorable birthday...well, at least we'll remember it. I'm just glad he gets fireworks every year for his birthday, and I don't have to pay a penny for the biggest birthday celebration! (That is, until city's cut all their budgets and we have to start paying for them!)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjrLIhEE-mzjoqYW5GRZuY8kqfoNIlwh4nRr1-n-rYnmC6c-M0PWZJVaEm_4nRsq7ORL7sUWh-lK9AbqTprsuz3d-5fIFvSCGYfKE3oKVjju9yDiiQu5NymK7mOCCS5fAYhRRWNsxN9rY/s1600-h/Jefferson's+bday+%26+4th+of+july+007.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjrLIhEE-mzjoqYW5GRZuY8kqfoNIlwh4nRr1-n-rYnmC6c-M0PWZJVaEm_4nRsq7ORL7sUWh-lK9AbqTprsuz3d-5fIFvSCGYfKE3oKVjju9yDiiQu5NymK7mOCCS5fAYhRRWNsxN9rY/s320/Jefferson's+bday+%26+4th+of+july+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355185123680816818" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyh6awU1Ud1BL-hRtiPyoscGc12OjBjdIWlTxkEgG_FNRv43FZof3rnf9qiemjoCYlLtJ9TySaY8JhVZHICf8McNNBpQpDLpWIGXhMuO5i6UyHjCZPE-8_qE-K3-OCTBV2PAcn4kQRE0U/s1600-h/Jefferson's+bday+%26+4th+of+july+006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyh6awU1Ud1BL-hRtiPyoscGc12OjBjdIWlTxkEgG_FNRv43FZof3rnf9qiemjoCYlLtJ9TySaY8JhVZHICf8McNNBpQpDLpWIGXhMuO5i6UyHjCZPE-8_qE-K3-OCTBV2PAcn4kQRE0U/s320/Jefferson's+bday+%26+4th+of+july+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355185118898250946" border="0" /></a>The birthday boy!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixaQcvvvqTnTYaudSgKchovZ8S0HzeA7h6eptjtsv4i8KDogFEMTT-rNwcoYfY7giELJQ499dZUD2XDAcqXQ6mFKt1Vdzv-5MgO0onwDWkw8slSXZywKBDvNaDvnzHmMBIQ2n0K_M-J-Q/s1600-h/Jefferson's+bday+%26+4th+of+july+005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixaQcvvvqTnTYaudSgKchovZ8S0HzeA7h6eptjtsv4i8KDogFEMTT-rNwcoYfY7giELJQ499dZUD2XDAcqXQ6mFKt1Vdzv-5MgO0onwDWkw8slSXZywKBDvNaDvnzHmMBIQ2n0K_M-J-Q/s320/Jefferson's+bday+%26+4th+of+july+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355185116350429330" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAquE9TutTV__Ozp1lCyKjgUn6FVNmCDcKhHrr7wrukwDMVYXvgf4HJ38elWTf28ESDKGuijobmHgK4n48dtYNiKVgxsvpfLMv1eMRIlAECyIOM4mw0MIDcxpiHh4xYMN4LkDb9WSPCxk/s1600-h/Jefferson's+bday+%26+4th+of+july+004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJtHffzSQC49HirQN92po0Db1dNWJIP37HlUyB6uONMIebEntkVy2R10QU0LQ7PFltHdJudMvh8TqDwq0hwQi8XN1LQtVX1kAn9ItjXKs6S-2zdkRu7cSXfKnTyfm-Tdp8WfYOabJskqo/s320/Jefferson's+bday+%26+4th+of+july+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355186290709529826" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisF2D5JdxTLTfo4jeo3JB11-VJEhW_QeEFvcLGKnxJ70hun-amWKg0NSEWe8ihMSYitJJ5kswX7dbLp2iwB63Ap58lbBR31B56PrZeRXsYNXn_zSF607_j1KBhuiU9Vtsketc_BJRwP-w/s1600-h/Jefferson's+bday+%26+4th+of+july+009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisF2D5JdxTLTfo4jeo3JB11-VJEhW_QeEFvcLGKnxJ70hun-amWKg0NSEWe8ihMSYitJJ5kswX7dbLp2iwB63Ap58lbBR31B56PrZeRXsYNXn_zSF607_j1KBhuiU9Vtsketc_BJRwP-w/s320/Jefferson's+bday+%26+4th+of+july+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355186284549623874" border="0" /></a>Poor Tyler was the unlucky one to get burned from a sparkler. They really do cause damage! She had a nice blister in the space between her thumb and pointer finger. It pretty much ruined the rest of her night, but only because she's our drama queen. I'm sure it hurt pretty bad, but I'm sure she milked it for all it was worth too!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIUPoPmUGBGqZBCCP_-x2xK8OiS9gHOvDm8AZZx0QRq1iL8SvXRE70PVhbSBYFYcelGQHcmd6xnU1R0xaoETc1_q9TWUWsjzvy08bcT2ryk6UqlA6DWyQNAFre_4j17UYsdzJyH9d3D8g/s1600-h/Jefferson's+bday+%26+4th+of+july+008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIUPoPmUGBGqZBCCP_-x2xK8OiS9gHOvDm8AZZx0QRq1iL8SvXRE70PVhbSBYFYcelGQHcmd6xnU1R0xaoETc1_q9TWUWsjzvy08bcT2ryk6UqlA6DWyQNAFre_4j17UYsdzJyH9d3D8g/s320/Jefferson's+bday+%26+4th+of+july+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355186278087872898" border="0" /></a>Jake LOVED the glow sticks!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLaPjyaqF945NQw32f2Pd9xiY63qDHRt24JKWXI2sLnC7Uyz5KFV4tZFXf_4X0EUWTsSMUcf27qJq5lbdOY4J7EqNI-yp63X7RC-C8Sq7Gk6bV0qPZy0nZAZ-mWemhRc3ADu6w-ONEP_A/s1600-h/Jefferson's+bday+%26+4th+of+july+020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLaPjyaqF945NQw32f2Pd9xiY63qDHRt24JKWXI2sLnC7Uyz5KFV4tZFXf_4X0EUWTsSMUcf27qJq5lbdOY4J7EqNI-yp63X7RC-C8Sq7Gk6bV0qPZy0nZAZ-mWemhRc3ADu6w-ONEP_A/s320/Jefferson's+bday+%26+4th+of+july+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355187222793973298" border="0" /></a>L to R Gus, Tilie, Dallan, Kailee, Tanner, Tyler, Grandma and Grandpa holding Jefferson and Tyson and Jake in the back ground. Becky and I were taking pictures.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEdifn-B4KgJ9cqqEwZSrhZGtJ0UX-HoIkDVA8h0VdEQAToBaGKXbI2nwP7fCKl8nSHpGl-NyoxhyfjIaUT18bfRfD0l185bxLopOBHLqJ_Ct0hpCTE8gfuayyZz1w4P_EXuD9aqLwtso/s1600-h/Jefferson's+bday+%26+4th+of+july+023.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEdifn-B4KgJ9cqqEwZSrhZGtJ0UX-HoIkDVA8h0VdEQAToBaGKXbI2nwP7fCKl8nSHpGl-NyoxhyfjIaUT18bfRfD0l185bxLopOBHLqJ_Ct0hpCTE8gfuayyZz1w4P_EXuD9aqLwtso/s320/Jefferson's+bday+%26+4th+of+july+023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355187218198835922" border="0" /></a>This picture was not posed. Grandma just had a great photo opp. and took it!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtz8D9lhJ4EU0jUocFBJrZ9AMhpjYaEkOHpplY-E5QDKoanEVcCI4UfCLqU2PWrLLlPve17VMD_EMN34JydmoVjQvCo8Wvw_YsD-5wweaz4iWaUvw3_EgHWOfFy0w2buyEQSFUJcdhQaE/s1600-h/Jefferson's+bday+%26+4th+of+july+021.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtz8D9lhJ4EU0jUocFBJrZ9AMhpjYaEkOHpplY-E5QDKoanEVcCI4UfCLqU2PWrLLlPve17VMD_EMN34JydmoVjQvCo8Wvw_YsD-5wweaz4iWaUvw3_EgHWOfFy0w2buyEQSFUJcdhQaE/s320/Jefferson's+bday+%26+4th+of+july+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355187212187655778" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9QgN2BTarLiXTRuywiJQu1O1oDattANMXQrVZaBQyqOUlEHAMT-_OhL2DqX79lrNajBzXcbfCyKAD8o1nMCrcgLcS5zJxqdbM4N_MwCVg-ftGabvBWyU6pS8JfDpRe-WjsUUhusArrPQ/s1600-h/Jefferson's+bday+%26+4th+of+july+019.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9QgN2BTarLiXTRuywiJQu1O1oDattANMXQrVZaBQyqOUlEHAMT-_OhL2DqX79lrNajBzXcbfCyKAD8o1nMCrcgLcS5zJxqdbM4N_MwCVg-ftGabvBWyU6pS8JfDpRe-WjsUUhusArrPQ/s320/Jefferson's+bday+%26+4th+of+july+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355187208320861202" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKnNNAeLjD9qVAK1JkqT708oDGyXlkQMZdtNy6H-GNCIVYqj_G4Db4JVni9OBkrufkpDYQ6n3bb4_86ouCpZcgFIDoRDKQLDc9XMUUjBu-cpcb3NzVjKrTJc6KY16J-KQQbV96uRN95ZM/s1600-h/Jefferson's+bday+%26+4th+of+july+014.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKnNNAeLjD9qVAK1JkqT708oDGyXlkQMZdtNy6H-GNCIVYqj_G4Db4JVni9OBkrufkpDYQ6n3bb4_86ouCpZcgFIDoRDKQLDc9XMUUjBu-cpcb3NzVjKrTJc6KY16J-KQQbV96uRN95ZM/s320/Jefferson's+bday+%26+4th+of+july+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355187204406835746" border="0" /></a>Even though Jefferson looks a little stressed right here, he was just trying to reach his head to see the fireworks coming up from out of the stadium.tclybbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12063444949635131187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937380075975707271.post-4205586910778313902009-07-02T17:52:00.004-06:002009-07-02T18:23:01.153-06:00Utah Arts FestivalSaturday we decided to take advantage of the nice weather we were having, and headed up to the Utah Arts Festival. The kids asked what that was, and Tyson told them its a place where people sell art that they've drawn or made. Well, little did we know how this would be translated. Tanner decided to go downstairs and start drawing pictures that he could sell at this Arts Festival. Imagine the look on his face when we told him he couldn't sell it at the festival. You would have thought his puppy was just run over. He started carrying on telling us how much we must hate his art work for us to have the nerve to tell him he couldn't take it to sell. I think by the end of the day, he finally realized exactly what we were talking about. Tyson did tell him the people who occupy the booths up there, pay lots of money in order to sell their goods there. I thought it was funny he was so adamant about selling his drawings.<br /><br />We also decided to get the kids faces painted. Oh WOW! Is all I can say. I guess since its an art festival, the people painting faces, of course, are artists. So why <span style="font-style: italic;">wouldn't</span> they want to use your <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">entire</span></span> face as a blank piece of paper. I was finally able to talk them out of painting Jake's whole face, not sure of how he would handle it. But she was really confused as to how she was supposed to draw something<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> just </span></span>on his cheek. Tanner decided to go with Darth Mal (sp) and Tyler is in this puppy phase, where everything she does and wants is puppy oriented, so she decided to have them draw a dalmatian dog. Sure these are cute and all, but let me just tell you the fight we had to wash their faces. It wasn't even that they wanted to keep these cute artistic expressions on their faces. Oh no, they just didn't want their faces washed. If you would have been within a 5 mile radius of our house, you could have heard Tyler screaming! And let me tell you, the black was not the easiest to get off. As it was, I used my face wash to take it off and Tanner and Tyler still looked like they were wearing eye makeup. It was fun and the kids had a good time.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvq-75V_S2iWS50lAl704_FJTbq4dzloLvKc4UcYRbP-47bx08NB4MmM4oXN7i5tFT5AlwBiECX40gMcYHeHZo1FUXbUFroLUDb8eYHMoAJlaubsEOSoYkG8xN8O4CrBEMrcrQqa9pmuk/s1600-h/utah+arts+festival+004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvq-75V_S2iWS50lAl704_FJTbq4dzloLvKc4UcYRbP-47bx08NB4MmM4oXN7i5tFT5AlwBiECX40gMcYHeHZo1FUXbUFroLUDb8eYHMoAJlaubsEOSoYkG8xN8O4CrBEMrcrQqa9pmuk/s320/utah+arts+festival+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354019317648386610" border="0" /></a>Tyler wasn't very happy. She'd taken a drink of water and forgot she had paint on her face and wiped the water off, which in turn, smeared some of the paint off her face. Later that evening at a BBQ, Tyson found her in the bathroom trying to wash the rest of it off her face.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcexSnZPiEkFIUZC5xLf9MQzR1uu37BdL2rXEjRKu-g5qrcrIOFvXiLH1X6YN3Y-eJkK3vfO4x2abS98Fh_Zfvu2wjF7M-1jz1rTNvuiz17CM13z3fTEEYBKXPrjoINMHehCg24mHhEjc/s1600-h/utah+arts+festival+003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcexSnZPiEkFIUZC5xLf9MQzR1uu37BdL2rXEjRKu-g5qrcrIOFvXiLH1X6YN3Y-eJkK3vfO4x2abS98Fh_Zfvu2wjF7M-1jz1rTNvuiz17CM13z3fTEEYBKXPrjoINMHehCg24mHhEjc/s320/utah+arts+festival+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354019311909312274" border="0" /></a>Tanner's Darth Mal. (Again, spelling.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia4ftyT9rDL53FoJHaQaa1ZXU5RKdzd_-nHMPJo5nMPgrSK7uELMBFlRzgaO3p8FIt2QT4qju4r_2QIoF5ZFiBakVzMDHH0sbAiBeV0M8mvdG7R46nr3OUFCCVm_mDqThVABJ5DMfGM4k/s1600-h/utah+arts+festival+001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia4ftyT9rDL53FoJHaQaa1ZXU5RKdzd_-nHMPJo5nMPgrSK7uELMBFlRzgaO3p8FIt2QT4qju4r_2QIoF5ZFiBakVzMDHH0sbAiBeV0M8mvdG7R46nr3OUFCCVm_mDqThVABJ5DMfGM4k/s320/utah+arts+festival+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354019300667124018" border="0" /></a>Jake was being silly in this picture, which is why there are two of him. He gets in these moods in the late afternoon, mainly because he's tired, but everything you ask him to do, he'll do the opposite.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLDQaeSBNBqx5qPtovNKmIXhamae4i00BfKLgeAVGf8WBwypmjY6qN9GP3AhDpuT9Rz8jNJ91JNYFAFWCg5Oiq9QoXD2Ojc5tsORKtiispPukvTsXxhqgq-o42RMSlwx_PyQCOfgN_TNM/s1600-h/utah+arts+festival+002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLDQaeSBNBqx5qPtovNKmIXhamae4i00BfKLgeAVGf8WBwypmjY6qN9GP3AhDpuT9Rz8jNJ91JNYFAFWCg5Oiq9QoXD2Ojc5tsORKtiispPukvTsXxhqgq-o42RMSlwx_PyQCOfgN_TNM/s320/utah+arts+festival+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354019303272049634" border="0" /></a>There's his smile!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcgTMGYl1J_mm4EyIDovsxIti8X6-C3RSsQxgf9MTeMiWlhNX90rgXuVlX0ImTNvUfwziii0kkgN_w_wsAgOv5jc-hxnNsUfHUy79baYrMKa67phZAYmxxQu34GO5Wy5O_BDhHJGIEZDs/s1600-h/utah+arts+festival+007.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcgTMGYl1J_mm4EyIDovsxIti8X6-C3RSsQxgf9MTeMiWlhNX90rgXuVlX0ImTNvUfwziii0kkgN_w_wsAgOv5jc-hxnNsUfHUy79baYrMKa67phZAYmxxQu34GO5Wy5O_BDhHJGIEZDs/s320/utah+arts+festival+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354020289409627826" border="0" /></a>Tyler after her attempt to remove the pain from her face. Little did she know what was in store for the next 3o min. as we worked to get the leftovers off!! Or really, I should say, little did we know!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNSSm1hgEmxc18IBY9quTibDMLcUMc-Iy9q0EJWWEjC5LLYKVEomjI13gewMwuCeByg3CNrwmKkRHwCbA3tqu0RgKK1F-RKWgNCUuilQKun6ljnFla6tbVOQ65f-W309ZOnJf5Yi9igHM/s1600-h/utah+arts+festival+006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNSSm1hgEmxc18IBY9quTibDMLcUMc-Iy9q0EJWWEjC5LLYKVEomjI13gewMwuCeByg3CNrwmKkRHwCbA3tqu0RgKK1F-RKWgNCUuilQKun6ljnFla6tbVOQ65f-W309ZOnJf5Yi9igHM/s320/utah+arts+festival+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354020285928027922" border="0" /></a>Tanner and his zombie face. He's entering a new phase of boy annoying. :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYqKh0gXtu1JIgoWqWDnCmuRbB2dNhZUZm1K7S5eN88TKpDw6D9Vsu0E-F0gWx0ne9g3uaufwWnxcNiec54hj63TMfhEbPhLm1Jh5NyHmQ_32L_Ao1cry8Tv_rNyT4pbLq5W1XUHgiAu0/s1600-h/utah+arts+festival+005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYqKh0gXtu1JIgoWqWDnCmuRbB2dNhZUZm1K7S5eN88TKpDw6D9Vsu0E-F0gWx0ne9g3uaufwWnxcNiec54hj63TMfhEbPhLm1Jh5NyHmQ_32L_Ao1cry8Tv_rNyT4pbLq5W1XUHgiAu0/s320/utah+arts+festival+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354019322515995250" border="0" /></a>This was taken "pre-wash". At this point, Tyson had gotten what he could get off with just warm water.tclybbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12063444949635131187noreply@blogger.com2