tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42468957412103285772024-03-13T02:26:42.493-07:00Everyday ChaosEveryday ChaosBDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07789383209637017114noreply@blogger.comBlogger250125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246895741210328577.post-32134285968310312762013-12-08T13:19:00.001-08:002013-12-08T13:19:34.692-08:00On the hunt...So, my wee ones are really into Harry Potter right now. Well, except Kel, she hates it, a little too scary for her, but the other ones can't get enough. We just finished listening to the fourth on cd. Aaron and I had a long (like weeks) discussion on if we should let them watch the fourth movie. It seems a lot scarier than the first three. Finally we decided that they could watch the fourth movie, but then we would be done with the books and movies until they were a bit older and we would continue on. In celebration of our family movie night I was so excited to make the kids a special treat. I found what was claimed to be a fabulous recipe for butter beer and so I whipped some up. It looked sooooooo good! I love rootbeer floats, so I thought this would be comparible, uh, no. Well, take a look.....<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Seriously, doesn't this look nummy!?!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So Kel didn't even taste it. She sniffed, yelled "Yuck" and stuck out her tongue! Way to try new things, baby girl!</td></tr>
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To say I was disappointed would be an understatement, so now I am on a mission. I have, yes, have to find a good recipe. Maybe there isn't one, maybe butter beer is just plain gross, but who knows. I'm gonna keep looking! Never say die, that's my motto! Well, at least not until the butter beer kills you. I am proud to report that there are no future wino's in my family. Aaron said it was the rum extract that gave it the awful taste that we all hated.<br />
If you're reading this and have a tasty recipe, please let me know, it would save me a lot of time! And no, contrary to Louie's popular belief, I did NOT read the recipe wrong! Louie did give it a champion try, she tried it again in the morning, thinking it might be better....then she ran to the sink and spit it out, yep, still crap!BDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07789383209637017114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246895741210328577.post-48567707478129677372013-12-04T10:26:00.000-08:002013-12-04T10:26:04.091-08:00Miss EvieI know my brother-in-law and his wife didn't plan their special day around us, but they have great timing! We were heading home from southern Utah on Sunday and that was the day that baby Evie was getting blessed in Salt Lake, so sweet, we got to go! The kids weren't too happy about traveling in their Sunday clothes, but they would do anything to see Evie, so we didn't get too many complaints! We feel blessed to have been included in this sweet babies blessing day. She is a great baby, and put up really well with all the people and pictures. But seriously, who could resist taking this little ones picture. Her Mommy made, yes, you read that correctly, made her dress and a ruffle diaper cover (can't remember the correct terminology) for her! Whit says she can't sew, but I would hire her! The kids loved holding and kissing Evie. They all are totally in love with her. I came down with a cold, so no cuddling with her for me, so I was disappointed, but I'll get her next time! She can't hide from me forever! Love you baby Ev!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yeah, she loves me, or she could just be a happy kid, but let's go with the "she loves me" theory!</td></tr>
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BDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07789383209637017114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246895741210328577.post-8723833109547802782013-12-03T17:16:00.002-08:002013-12-03T17:16:22.192-08:00RandomJust some random picks of Kel being chased by Lanny and then Kessie. She was in heaven! Love her laugh and smile, I could sit and watch her having fun all day long and never feel like I wasted a minute!<br />
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BDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07789383209637017114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246895741210328577.post-371852893459204682013-12-03T17:11:00.000-08:002013-12-03T17:11:44.519-08:00Technology Down!So I missed Halloween, I missed writing that my two older girls both had birthdays, and Kessie had a horse themed birthday party. And well, all of November...apparently, that just didn't happen at all, but I have a good excuse. My computer crapped out (yes Mom, I said crap) and then my phone...good times, good times! So now I have a new phone and Aaron tweaked my computer, but good news, my old phone is working again, yes, I'm growling. So I thought, since I'm not that late, I'd tell everyone Happy Thanksgiving! We went down to southern Utah to have Thanksgiving with my sis and her family. It was sooo fun! My nephew loves me (maybe he loves Lanny more, but let's just not think about that)! I love just hanging out with my sister and for my Mom's information, Ronan and I hung out in our pajama's together all day long! (Ronan actually was dressed but had an accident and therefore got to put back on his pj's. No accident for me, I intentionally stayed in my pj's!). We went swimming a couple times, and of course shopping. Aaron actually spent about three days at Walmart, trying to get my phone. Success, he got it, but it took a bit of effort! I think we might make it a tradition to spend Thanksgiving down there...Surprise, Heather, aren't you excited!?!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was taking pics of the boys and Kel had to climb up and be included. Kel and Ronan had a love/hate relationship. They totally adore each other, but not at the same time, and they always want to be in the same place as the other one, but they don't want to share anything. It got to be quite humorous and loud!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Heather has this little cabinet with all her Precious Moments in it. Kel loved it! She would go over and talk to it and kiss the glass. It was the cutest thing!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thanksgiving dinner, actually lunch, Uncle Murray had to work early. Look close and you'll see my sister and her hubby. It is the only shot I got of them. They're cute, but their son is waaaay cuter...no offense, sis!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Are you noticing a trend...Ronan loves Lanny! He would climb up onto the couch and join Lanny in whatever he was doing! Lanny felt pretty proud.</td></tr>
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BDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07789383209637017114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246895741210328577.post-68795472265991822482013-10-13T21:29:00.000-07:002013-10-15T07:42:05.449-07:00We're Trying...to get a family picture. Just one family picture of us all looking at the camera, no one crying, no one punching someone else. Straight ahead, blank expressions would be fine, but we can't even manage that. We asked Grandma Karen to take our family picture last week. These are a few of what we got.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The sun, oh, the pain, don't make me look at it! I love Lanny's face in this one, I think someone was pinching him.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Okay, so here's the girls "saucy" pose. Yeah, Kessie hasn't quite mastered it yet! I giggle every time I look at her face!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kel absolutely would not look at the camera for any reason. We were walking back to the car, obviously, our light was gone, when she turned around and smiled at me. Yeah, it was all worth it for this pic. Love it. Natural and joyful, that's my girl!<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">As you can see, our Christmas cards will be interesting this year...there's even a couple where it looks like I'm growling. Go me!</span><br />
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BDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07789383209637017114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246895741210328577.post-43814972459495080022013-10-13T21:17:00.001-07:002013-10-13T21:31:37.674-07:00Eternity!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
So, it's not just official, now it's eternal. My sweet nephew was sealed to my sister and her hubby in September and we were blessed to be able to go. I even got to torture him and "try" to hold him during the sealing. We are sooooo excited to have him in the family! He is a sweetie. Being his Auntie, I have a lot to teach him, like how to eat a cheeseburger followed by a cheesecake. If you notice, he's a bit on the skinny side, but I told his Mommy not to feed him squash anymore, although he loves it, it's cookies and cake from now on! Love you Mr. Ronan!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As you can tell, he loves his Auntie...I'm his favorite! Although after the sealing he was a bit wary of me, but we galloped around and I acted like an idiot and pretty soon he realized I wasn't going to be torturing him anymore!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hands down, my favorite picture of the day. This is just outside the temple after the ceremony. Although he actually didn't make a sound, you can just tell he is thrilled to be with his Mom and Dad forever! "Yipppeeeee! We're a family!"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The little Mr. is so handsome in his sealing suit. He is a bit shy, but always has a sweet soft smile waiting for you.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is my family. All these great people came to celebrate with Ronan. In all the rest of the pics we smiled like normal people, but I like this one, because it is our true selves. </td></tr>
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BDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07789383209637017114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246895741210328577.post-48447844140944830272013-10-13T21:01:00.002-07:002013-10-13T21:31:52.099-07:00Arrows, Arrows EverywhereLanny has a thing for archery. This last summer, he tied some floss around a loose tooth, then tied the other end to an arrow and shot the arrow with his bow. His tooth flew out and plink, plink, plinked across the concrete. Yeah, he's nuts. The video is hysterical! Anyways, what I actually wanted to share was that he got his Arrow of Light in scouting. Due to our move in May, neither ward had a place for him in scouting and so he had to finish quite a bit on his own, and he did it. I was really proud of him. So here's a pic of him getting his award! Good job, Buddy!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here was the highlight of the night. Right after Lanny got his award, as Aaron and I were walking back to sit with the girls, a very cranky Kel decided she didn't want her pants on. So she started pulling them off and then dramatically walked across in front of the audience. I was in hysterics!</td></tr>
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BDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07789383209637017114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246895741210328577.post-71112829244527677452013-10-13T20:50:00.000-07:002013-10-13T20:50:30.565-07:00Ketchup and Mustard!So I'm playing ketchup now. I've tried to go to the library a few more times, but Kel will have none of it. She can't possibly sit still for more than a minute three seconds. I'm currently on Aaron's work computer, and he is sweating. If I give his computer a virus, he's tossing me out. So let's get right to it....Lanny turned 11 on the 15th of September. I'm still in shock, but as long as I take my anti-shock pills every morning I manage to function! He is a great young man and we are so blessed to have him in our family. He loves to read, experiment (including taking all electrical entities apart), and make people laugh. He is quite the ham, but also very charming. Just an example...I was talking to a bunch of students and telling them how to write a certain type of poem. You know the one where you take a word like BRI and then find words that start with each letter to describe the word. So I said, "B as in Beautiful, R as in Radiant..." then I paused and with out missing a beat Lanny chimed in, "I as in Ignorant." Yeah, he's a little too clever for his own good, it made everyone laugh. He's a great kid, yes, he has his moments, but he is still a super duper sweetheart and a great big brother!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here's the birthday pics. We just had cake and ice cream at home with Grandma and Grandpa Johnson. Simple and fun!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lanny tried soooo hard to blow out all 11 candles, but nope, he couldn't do it. The last one hung in there...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Get closer, Lanny, nope, it still wouldn't go out. It took several other people to help get it out...so funny, he was kind of embarrassed. But when you're as old as he is, it takes a few tries!</td></tr>
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Update...I'm using the library computer...sob, sob, sob! Due to my computer issues, this post is a week late. The
kids started school this last week (Sept. 3), we’re a late start, but we love
it because August has great camping weather! We had a great summer, but the
kids were ready to go back. I think the structure is good for them and even
though I miss them, I think we all needed a break from 24/7 togetherness. I was
worried that they would hate going back, but they love their new classes and
teachers. The only problem is getting up at 6:30am! I know, pretty harsh!
Keston took a nap every day after school this week, and Louie took a nap on
Thursday for three hours. And you all know my kids, they don’t take naps. I
think in about two weeks, we’ll have the hang of it, but right now all of us
are a bit sleep deprived and a titch cranky. I was worried about Kel, but she
hasn’t seemed too distraught. I think she is enjoying “Mommy solo time”, but
give it a few more days and she’ll be out of her mind bored. Look at the
following pictures below to find out what grade my kids are in….please make
sure you’re seated because it will shock you! Lanny is no longer three.
Although, I’m still seventeen and I don’t look a day over fifteen! </div>
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BDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07789383209637017114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246895741210328577.post-38448188640785286032013-09-07T18:10:00.001-07:002013-09-07T18:10:13.203-07:00Poor Man's Jackson HoleAaron had some training in Cody, WY, so we accompanied him as our vacation for this summer. While he was in classes, we were in the hotel pool. I actually didn't get any pictures because we were always swimming. But it was fun. We went window shopping, swam, watched SpongeBob, swam, swam, well, you get the idea. All my kids are getting to be really good swimmers and none of them are afraid to their heads under. We also visited the Cody Dam, which is super high and Louie thought about dropping Aaron's phone over the edge, but we stopped her before there was an accident. There was also a little LDS visitors center in the church building. We stopped by and were looking around when Kel started pulling on my hand and she was laughing and smiling. She pulled me over to show me the miniature Christus statue. We talked about it for a moment then I put her down and continued looking, she immediately started tugging on my hand and pulling me back. She was pointing and laughing and so happy. She had to touch the statue. She knew Jesus, it was such an amazing moment for me. I honestly believe that she isn't talking because she still remembers so much from her premortal life. I wish I could say that I knew Jesus that well. It's my kids that teach me about the important things. Love that little girl!<br />
After Aaron was done with his training. We went home by way of Thermopolis and the natural hot springs. We stayed over one night and went swimming the next day. It was really fun. The pools were around 99 degrees (I think) and there were three different slides. I loved the big, mondo, oh you're so brave slide. Keston loved the indoor one, which made me claustrophobic. And Kel loved the little one that was about the length of two adults. They had a high jump, which Lanny, Louie, and Aaron went off of, seriously, they're nuts. I definitely think we need to go back sometime!<br />
We were able to travel through Yellowstone Park and see some mud pots and buffalo. We stopped to look at dinosaur footprints, and enjoyed family time and tag in the park!<br />
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<br />BDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07789383209637017114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246895741210328577.post-49270687136520732932013-09-03T21:08:00.000-07:002013-09-03T21:08:08.451-07:00Fair WeekSo I'm back tracking a ways due to computer issues. The first week in August was fair week and this is always a busy week for us (okay, well for the last two years it has been). The girls showed horses of course, so there was lots of practicing and then the three older ones all entered items in the town booth. Lanny entered flies that he had tied, paintings and drawings, and a leather coaster he had tooled. Louie entered paintings, cookies, and a fly. Kessie entered paintings, a scrapbook page, and cookies. They all did really well. They were sooooo excited to go look and see what ribbons they won. And then they were even more excited to go get the money that went along with the ribbons. We went home that first day of fair and the kids immediately started working on projects for next year...I've promptly put all their new projects in a very safe place and consequently will never see them again.<br />
The riding didn't go so well this year, but even though neither of my girls got first, they are riding better and are much more confidant than last year, so I'm proud of them. There were some safety issues with another horse, and Louie removed herself and Kessie from the situation and thus didn't place, but hey, she's alive and that's what counts! They still looked super fantastic on their horses. They are planning next year and excited to compete in an older competition (we'll see...) and already picking out music for their performances.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grandma got the girls some show shirts, which they loved! Louie showed Wendell, Grandma's show horse. She loves him and they did really well together. This is her during Showmanship.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kessie looks serious during walk/trot, but she loves being in the saddle! She was pretty nervous, though. Kessie got fifth in walk/trot.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grandma rode to the song "Better Dig Two". And I am not exaggerating she was the crowd favorite. She did fabulous! This is the competition the girls want to ride in next year. </td></tr>
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BDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07789383209637017114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246895741210328577.post-13873397901695452872013-09-02T11:16:00.001-07:002013-09-02T11:16:55.185-07:00Interruption...We interrupt our regularly scheduled program for this important announcement...I HATE MY COMPUTER!!! That is all, feel free to continue on with your lives.<br />
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Okay, so I have been trying to update my blog for two weeks and for whatever reason my computer won't work, I also can't e-mail. (Currently using my phone.) So, I do want to share pictures with everyone, and I know you all are dying to know about my life, but we'll all have to be patient. I'm going to keep trying and I think I'll break down and head to the library once the kids are back in school this week...yeah, sad I know (my kids going back to school and having to use the library computer are both sad for me.)<br />
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Until then have some happy days!BDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07789383209637017114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246895741210328577.post-1155302321211771682013-08-10T13:48:00.000-07:002013-08-10T13:48:46.358-07:00Crazy Woman!She is. I'm not kidding. I love my mother-in-law, but she's nuts. She's uberly talented and one of her talents is with horses. I've mentioned before that she rides, trains, and shows horses. We recently went to one of her shows, which was great, but I got to watch an in between training session. Never again. I was a nervous wreck. She was in an indoor arena with walls...walls I tell you. During this session she was working on her sliding stops. It's where you get your horse going insanely fast and then tell them to stop and the horse tucks it's butt under and slides, kicking up dust. It looks awesome when you are watching a performance...not a practice...because...she was running crazy fast at a wall...a wood wall, a wall that is harder than her and her horse. I hope you've noticed my use of words such as crazy, insane and nuts. So continuing on. To add to this "training" one of the walls she was running at had a burning or some such thing of a cowboy and cow on it. Yeah, it looked just like someone had hit the wall and left their mark. Made me nervous! Anyways, she did great and Wendell (her horse) only lightly touched the wall with his nose once, but I had her whole obituary written out in my head (it was a beautiful and touching obituary with a bit of humor added in). I've always thought it would be fun to learn to ride, but I've rethought it and now I'm content to play Yahtzee. Here's a pic of her heading at the wall at warp speed. A couple pics of her performing afterwards to show that she survived!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Let's just call this picture, "In the Nick of Time"!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Please notice the fabulous positioning of the banner in the background. The King Equestrian Center is where she trains and it is a great facility. All opinions are my own, but I wouldn't mind a check in the mail for my endorsement...just in case anyone at the facility is looking at this!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here's one of those stops I was telling you about. Nice and safe in the open!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She makes it look so easy. I wish!</td></tr>
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BDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07789383209637017114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246895741210328577.post-32783682152207922242013-08-10T13:20:00.000-07:002013-08-10T13:20:16.528-07:00Thing 1 and Thing 2My cute, talented friend from Cheyenne (who no longer lives in Cheyenne either), made Thing 1 and Thing 2 costumes for her kids one year for Halloween. We had a combined birthday party for Kel and my nephew Jace this year. Since he was turning one and Kel was turning two I thought a Thing 1 and Thing 2 party would be perfect. So I copied my friend, and I think the results were awesome! Thanks for the inspiration, Holli, love ya, miss ya!<br />
I didn't tell my sis-in-law what I was doing, but just had her come. We ate and chatted and then when it was time for the actual party to start, I took Kel and Jace in and came out and surprised everyone! Yeah, they're darling, I know!<br />
We danced with pom-pom thingies, blew bubbles, and had a water blob (saw on the internet). The little kids weren't too sure of the water blob at first, but it became a huge hit....soooo loved it! Thing 1 and Thing 2 hair party hats along with blue crepe streamers and red balloons were the decorations. We didn't even blow out candles, we got too involved in the ice cream, but that was okay, I think everyone had a great time! Love these two little munchkins, they are such blessings in our lives and I'm soooo happy they will have each other to play with as they grow!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thing 1 and Thing 2. Happy Birthday, Babies!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is as close to a normal family picture as we get...yeah, I know, we rock!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Love this pic! She is soooo happy!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thing 1 liked the plastic as well as the ice cream!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thing 1 and his cute Mommy!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thing 2 is soooo excited to be two. She is actually yelling, "Doo, Doo!"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is my model on the water blob. She actually got on it, saw me get my camera, and posed for me. What a ham!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Auntie and Kel jumping on the blob. Kel was roaring with laughter!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here's a group shot of the blob. It was cool and refreshing and the place to be!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Great Grandma and Grandma, enjoying the party.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jace got a cowboy hat and stick pony from Grandma and Grandpa! Cute Cowboy!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Louie was playing with Jace and his new Jack in the Box! He loved it!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cowgirl Thing 2. She got a pink stick pony!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And the greatest part of the party...the cupcakes. I wanted them to have blue frosting swirling up looking like the blue hair. NAILED IT!!! </td></tr>
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<strong></strong>BDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07789383209637017114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246895741210328577.post-5966669808320434762013-08-10T12:53:00.000-07:002013-08-10T12:53:21.300-07:00Flaming Gorgeous<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;">We went to Flaming Gorge as a family on the 25th of July and stayed for four days. The kids got lots of swim time, fish time, and sand time...not to mention sun time. I was kind of tired of the sun without shade thing, but Saturday it was stormy and chilly, and I loved it! Grandma and Grandpa got to join us Friday night and we had fun playing games and fishing. We had lots of fun, but I for one was sooooo thankful for a shower on Sunday evening!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love bum strap shots! I couldn't keep Kel out of the water. Apparently, this water was highly magnetized and she couldn't help herself. She was drawn to it and then into it every time we stepped out of the trailer!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These are the only fish I like to catch!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Did I mention that I love, love, love bum strap shots! Totally makes me happy every time I look at them!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The evenings were gorgeous and very pleasant!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pretty Girls...and first thing in the morning, is that even fair?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The boys were filleting the fish, but I cut those suckers out of the photo.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Please note the shoes. Grandpa was trying to take a nap in the tent when the wind kicked up. Yes, the tent might have been halfway blown over, but it didn't even phase him!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lanny and Louie caught several nice fish...and yes, she is wearing make up, because who camps without make up...(that's me raising my hand.)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I asked Lanny to smile for me, yeah, that's what I get for making such a stupid request. He had swollen eyes for two days and we're not quite sure why. Although, I'm allergic to camping, so that might have been it.</td></tr>
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<br />BDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07789383209637017114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246895741210328577.post-24572247509490540962013-08-09T23:03:00.000-07:002013-08-09T23:03:29.324-07:00And While I'm at It....Since you just got to meet my nephew, now I get to introduce you to my new niece! Once again, I became an immediate favorite, although she might not realize it yet. Evelyn LaFawnDa Johnson, no kidding. I was as surprised as you at their choice of middle names, but who am I to judge? Derek and Whit came up to visit last week and we all got to meet her. I was a little concerned about Kel, but she looooooved her! She couldn't get enough of Evie, talking to her in a high pitched voice, tickling her, and kissing her. Kel always made sure that Evie have her blanket and binkie. There was a couple fist fights over who got to hold her, but we all managed a turn. <br />
Okay, so maybe her middle name isn't LaFawnDa, but that's what Derek told me and then neglected to tell me he was joking. So Evie can blame her Daddy for her lifelong nickname!<br />
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BDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07789383209637017114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246895741210328577.post-88685242482242148162013-08-09T22:38:00.000-07:002013-08-09T22:38:26.810-07:00Introducing....I'm sooooo excited to finally be able to introduce you all to my nephew! He's a dolly! And here he is...Ronan Everett Murray! I probably spelled that wrong, I'll have to go back and fix it later, because I want you to see this little guy! After months and months of, well, you don't even want to know what my sis and her hubby had to go through, but the adoption was final August 7th! I can now post pics and show the world his cuteness. He's a great baby and loves his Auntie the most...can you blame him. No Ernie, I'm talking about me. We love you, Mr. Ronan! So blessed to have you in our family!<br />
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BDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07789383209637017114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246895741210328577.post-48084722738387127532013-07-22T10:11:00.002-07:002013-07-22T10:11:45.950-07:00The Big "Doo"Happy Happy Birthday to my big "Doo" year old! That's right, my baby is two!!! Can you believe it? I'm in shock. Okay, so she turned two yesterday, but I was busy celebrating and didn't have time to put pics up. We are having a party with her cousin who is turning one in a couple weeks, but we had a small party for her yesterday with Grandma and Grandpa. We woke her up from a nap, so needless to say, it was a meltdown party. But, what do you expect from a two-year-old? She got a little tikes car, and loved it....had a meltdown when everyone stopped pushing her around in it. The door on it is a little stiff and she can't shut it herself....had a meltdown when it wouldn't shut. I shut it for her...had a meltdown because I shut it for her. I fixed her favorite dinner...had a meltdown after two bites because her other Grandma and Grandpa called to sing to her and then she refused to touch her food. I think you all are getting the idea, but by 11:00 last night she was happy as could be! Here's a look at Kel at the age of "Doo"<br />
--She says, Doo and Fwree. Her first word was Go. She also says, "Uh-oh!" She says, "Da!" Yep, that's it, those are all the words she says. She jabbers a ton, holding whole conversations, but you have to have the gift of interpretation of tongues to understand her.<br />
---She has hysterical facial features. I love to just watch her. She is sooooo animated and always makes me giggle.<br />
---She loves to give kisses. She will smother you, not kidding, like can't breather about to die kisses. I love it!<br />
---She loves her brother and sisters, and will copy them in every aspect. She is a big girl, don't try to tell her otherwise. (Haven't mentioned the "mind of her own" and "I'm in charge" attitude that she has.)<br />
---She loves the outdoors, animals, especially horses, and dancing. She loves, loves, loves the water! She loves to cuddle and is very selfish of Mommy's time. <br />
---Kel is a smart cookie and constantly amazes me with her problem solving skills.<br />
---She is a love and we are so happy and blessed to have her in our family!!! Love you, Baby Girl!<br />
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BDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07789383209637017114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246895741210328577.post-73381823806405716692013-06-23T22:10:00.000-07:002013-06-23T22:13:10.240-07:00Fun Pics<br />
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It's summer, so that means sprinklers! The kids have played a bit on our lawn, or weeds, if you want to get technical, but Grandma's lawn is much better! I loved these couple of shots of the girls when the water was hitting them full force! They were loving it! This was what they did their first Monday of summer!<br />
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We went to Palisades to visit with some of our relatives from California. Hello, it's June....the water was freezing, but that didn't stop my kids. I think there is something wrong with them, I'm serious. Who swims in iceberg lakes?<br />
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Kessie played in a music festival in front of a judge. She started piano back in January, and so was in the beginner group. She received a superior rating and was asked to play in the final concert on Saturday night. I would have been terrified, but my six year old was thrilled to be asked. She's got Moxie! She played on a grand piano on the stage at the high school in front of around 100 people. I was seriously impressed. She received a blue medal for her superior rating and then another one for performing in the final concert! She was so proud. In fact she got a bit of a big head, saying things like, "I can do whatever I want, I got two blue medals." She's pretty excited to try again next year!<br />
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On Thursday we went to the park to play with some friends. These are friends from Cheyenne, who moved here the December before us. Crazy, now we're in the same ward again! Kel was in a big kid swing and lovin it! Her facial expressions seriously make me roar!<br />
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<br />BDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07789383209637017114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246895741210328577.post-81430986949868375642013-06-06T22:14:00.000-07:002013-06-06T22:14:37.132-07:00Still Here!So much craziness going on lately. Everything is going great, just living life instead of blogging. Still unpacking and will be for the next 15 years! I'm not kidding, you think I am, but I'm not. One quick story I wanted to share. I lost my retainer last weekend. If any of you have a retainer, you know they are expensive!!! So, although unimportant in the grand scheme of things, but important to me, I prayed for help to find it. Yep, you guessed it, tender mercy. Monday morning I was in the kitchen, still sick over losing it, looking for it and I glanced over at my counter and had a thought. "No, no way." This was my response, but I followed the prompting anyway and sure enough...I found my retainer! But here's my question. Has anyone else ever found their retainer in the toaster?!?!? Yeah, when I called to make an appt. with the orthodontist, the receptionist laughed so long, I thought she'd never stop. I hope they give me a discount on a new one for the most creative way to destroy a retainer...and I wasn't even trying! Yeah, I'm that talented!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Louie got her braces off and Kessie started into a round of losing teeth. Both top front ones within a week of each other!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kessie had her first piano recital. Just so you know, she didn't need her book, but I made her take it up just in case...my bad.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yeah, just as Kessie's top teeth were starting to break through, she lost two on the bottom. The tooth fairy is going broke and her wings are tired. But don't worry, Kessie stopped losing them....but....then Lanny started losing his!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Happy Birthday to my favorite man in the whole world! We both feel so blessed to be together and have such a wonderful family! Yeah, I know, Kel's not pictured. She was kissing Grandma at the time!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Soooo glad the previous owners planted tulips. Flowers make me happy!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Louie loves her dogs. I found her the other day out talking to Gracie, just sitting and talking! This is Goliath, for those of you who don't know our dogs.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kel thinks she's a dog and loves to play fetch. She'll retrieve balls, frisbees, DVD's, etc. She carries everything in her mouth. You just pat her on the head, and chuck it again and off she goes!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lanny and his sidekick. They are inseparable at school. This was Lanny's last violin concert for the year! He did great! But I did look up once before it started and see him picking his nose. Apparently, we have a nose picking problem in our family!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kel and Daddy watching Louie's play. She was a bird. It was seriously, a really cute play put on by the second grade.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Today! Last day of school! We celebrated by getting snowcones! Oh yeah, baby!</td></tr>
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BDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07789383209637017114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246895741210328577.post-77368519338038024612013-04-22T22:35:00.001-07:002013-04-22T22:35:31.857-07:00Drumroll Please....And here it is...our exciting news! We got the keys today! It's a foreclosure so we need to fix some stuff, but it'll still be great! Aaron's pretty excited because it has high ceilings which are great in order to hang stuffed animals on the walls. The kids hate it because it is 20 minutes farther away from Grandma (yeah, I don't feel bad at all...it's still closer than eight hours!)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Master bedroom. Yeah, the paint is going first thing, well, right after we fix the huge hole in the wall.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bonus room over the garage. This will be the family room. Do you like all the holes? Not quite sure what we're going to do with all of those...maybe we'll make them into secret spy compartments!</td></tr>
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BDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07789383209637017114noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246895741210328577.post-29874442560767196832013-04-21T19:09:00.001-07:002013-04-21T19:09:42.338-07:00Burning Questions??????????
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">So I was just wondering how many of you
open your powdered sugar and exclaim, “There’s a monkey butt in my powdered
sugar!!!”</span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">???</span></b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">(It was actually a gorilla butt, but in
the excitement of the moment, please don’t fault me.) <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Please be honest when you answer the
question…you know you’ve all said it!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Why do they make the bottles containing paprika
and cinnamon look exactly the same? I mean seriously, not a funny joke!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
BDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07789383209637017114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246895741210328577.post-47619921366186321772013-04-19T18:48:00.003-07:002013-04-19T18:48:39.934-07:00Exciting News!Well, as you can tell, from my lack of posting and my completely monotone voice (just pretend) our exciting news has been postponed a bit. I know you all won't be able to sleep for wanting to know, but try, try hard! Hopefully by Monday...Tuesday, possibly Wednesday, or Thursday, but especially by next Friday I'll be posting pictures of our exciting news. And don't get too tense it's not like we won a trip to Hawaii or anything!<br />
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P.S. The neighbors dog, whom they promised they would keep tied up, ate our last chicken today. Man I am #@!. Don't worry, it really wasn't that bad of a word. I don't blame the dog...he's just stupid, but I am perturbed that I naively trusted the neighbors. Once again, Aaron was out of town, so the dog is safe.BDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07789383209637017114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246895741210328577.post-22864576481925057362013-04-17T10:39:00.001-07:002013-04-17T10:39:12.966-07:00R.I.P. Chicken Little
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">So last Tuesday all our chickens were killed. Yeah, it
wasn’t fun. Let me share the story with you. I actually do have a picture as
well, but I’m not gruesome enough to post it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">We had just gotten back from town and when I got out to
unload the groceries I noticed feathers all over the driveway. I told the kids
not to follow me and started toward the chicken coop. As I was nearing the
coop, my neighbors’ dog came tearing out from the other side of the coop and
ran home. I knew there was a problem even before I rounded the coop and saw
eight dead chickens. I felt horrible. Of course, the kids wanted to know what
was wrong and were starting to come over. I wasn’t very friendly when I ordered
them to get in the house; I didn’t think they needed to see it. Aaron was out
of town, so I called him to let him know. It was probably a good thing that he
was gone, or the neighbors’ dog would also be dead now. I cleaned up the bodies
(sounds like a crime scene) and then went inside to cook dinner. I really
didn’t like the chickens, in fact, I had just had a discussion with Aaron about
finding them new homes, but I was really upset about how we’d ended up getting
rid of them. We sat down for dinner and Kessie asked to pray. Her prayer went
something like this, “Dear Heavenly Father, Please bless Daddy. Please help us
to find one chicken. All our chickens are dead. Please help us to find just
one……” When she was done, I just sat there frustrated and tried to explain that
they were gone. The kids kept insisting that we had nine chickens, not eight.
Well, I don’t know. I was never on chicken duty, so I didn’t keep track, but I
was pretty sure that none of them had survived. I realized that I had forgotten
to get the juice so I went over to the sink to put water in my pitcher to make
the juice. I happened to look up and glance out the window…..”What the….You
have got to be kidding me…” I said a few other things that aren’t really
appropriate, not that they’re horrible, but substitutions of surprised cuss
words. There, standing just outside the window next to a bush was our last
chicken. She was totally fine without even a feather missing. I had been sure
that if there was a chicken left she would be hiding and we would find her
later, frozen to death. But no, there she was. I yelled at Louie and Lanny to
go round her up and get her locked in the coop. She escaped because she is as
wild as you can get. We can’t even go near her, let alone that dog. After my
excited exclamations, I heard Kessie say, “I knew it! I prayed!” She had
absolutely no doubt that her prayer would be answered, and it was. I was
totally ashamed of my lack of faith, and so proud of my little girl. It was
just a chicken, just one chicken, but her faith was firm. It was definitely a
faith building experience for me…but wait, I still had learning to do. When it
was time for bed, Kessie asked to say the family prayer. Well, she had said the
last prayer, so I was going to have someone else say it, but she really wanted
to. “But, Mom, I want to thank Heavenly Father for finding our chicken.” Yeah,
out of the mouth of babes. She remembered to give thanks for the blessings we
had gotten. I’m sad that I wasn’t the one teaching my children, but very
thankful for the lessons my children had taught me that day. I feel truly blessed
to have such spirits in my home. </span></div>
FYI: Aaron will say I'm jinxing everything, but we have some exciting news to share on Friday! No, we're not expecting!BDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07789383209637017114noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246895741210328577.post-36786595949058176692013-04-08T08:10:00.001-07:002013-04-08T08:10:40.612-07:00..........I know this post doesn't have a title, it's because I'm just not feeling witty or clever, as evidenced by my past 400 titles, so I just might skip the title altogether from now on. Just have a few pics to share from last week.<br />
Kessie lost a tooth last week. She was sooooo excited. I was not. I was eating dinner, alone, as usual...all you moms can relate (you set the food out and everyone's done before you get to sit down), and Aaron popped Kessie's tooth out. It clickity clacked across the floor. I had just asked him not to fiddle with her tooth in the kitchen, yep, obviously he hasn't learned to listen. Teeth clacking across the floor tend to make me a bit nauseous, I dry heaved a couple times, but don't worry, I kept my dinner down. Kessie had a gap between her two front teeth, so now it looks like she lost an amazingly enormous tooth, but it was one of her baby teeth.<br />
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We went to the circus on Friday. Yes, you read that right. The circus came to Star Valley...well, if you consider the circus to be a one man show in a small conference room with a couple dogs, then yes, we went to the circus. The kids seemed to have a good time, I was a bit miffed. I'm use to elephants and motorcycles and amazing aerial stunts, but you can have a circus without all that right?!? There was one very talented young man, as evidenced by the fact that he was the juggler, clown, strong man, daredevil and MC. I got one picture of the kids with this incredibly scary looking SpongeBob...who might I point out has lost his nose. You'd think with the $15 my ticket alone cost they could fix his nose. Okay, enough complaining, just know, that if you ever get a circus ticket that says, "Free Ticket Coupon" on it and boasts animals from Madagascar....it's a total scam!<br />
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In other news, I am fed up with the screaming in my household every morning when I brush the girls hair. So my friend came over last week and chopped their hair off...don't worry, Aaron wasn't home at the time so my friend is still alive and will remain nameless. What is it with guys and long hair? I am thrilled to report that today was their first day back to school from spring break, and my girls brushed their hair and there was absolutely no screaming....aaaaaaah, I love the sound of silence! So I took a before and after of Louie. I forgot the before of Kessie, but if you look at her tooth pic you can see how much longer it was. They both love their new hair, and being the unbiased person that I am, I think they look pretty stinkin cute as well!<br />
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Here's just a cute pic of Kel and Kessie. Kessie was taking a snooze and I told Lanny to wake her up. He did so by lifting the front of the recliner off the floor and letting it thud back down. Kel did not approve of his technique and so she shoved him out of the way and climbed up on top of Kessie and gave her hugs and kisses. I think I'll go take a nap so that I can get woken up with hugs and kisses!<br />
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Oh, and P.S. we did not have mice take up residence in our attic....no, thank goodness. It's birds. They have built nests inside our walls. Just thought you all might want to know.BDJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07789383209637017114noreply@blogger.com0