tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60990871686385638782024-03-05T21:55:06.137-08:00Anderson NewsEst. 2004Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06536715988002114218noreply@blogger.comBlogger192125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099087168638563878.post-76889018041361103772012-11-02T11:16:00.000-07:002012-11-02T13:04:58.609-07:00October Well, so far I have been averaging 1 post a month. Could be worse I guess. October has been all about the baby, soccer and Halloween. Little Mr. Anderson is growing and taking up lots of room in the belly! Because of the diabetes, I go to A LOT of doctors appointments and get to see a lot of him. More that I thought possible actually. I get to see his brain, the umbilical cord connection at the placenta and into his little belly, I get to see his heart beat, and hear it too and then I get to see all the little cute parts..... his little mouth, his nose, his little hands and feet...<br />
The time is flying by and he should be here in about 8 weeks. I can't believe it! I'm wondering if he's going to look like a Winfrey or an Anderson. I'm hoping he will be a good sleeper and I know we will all fall in love with him as soon as we clap eyes on him!<br />
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Kira has been playing soccer again this year. We seem to only be able to handle fall season for whatever reason (actually Winter ball is too cold - and summer ball is too hot and I always forget spring - hopefully I'll be able to remember this spring) She LOVES soccer, and has so much fun with it! She likes her new coaches and every Saturday is "A BIG GAME"<br />
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She really wants to play goalie but her coaches want her out of the field because she is a great blocker and she can run the ball well. If she would just be less Kira and a little more mean she could actually cut the ball off instead of following it around but she is Kira, and that's what we love about her.<br />
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We didn't take many pictures this year for Halloween. But she was Izzy from Jake and the Neverland Pirates. She got to go to a Halloween party the day before Halloween and for Halloween we went to trunk or treat at the church. She says next year she wants to be a kitty cat. We'll see if she remembers that next October.<br />
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Here she is on her way to school, all dressed up!</div>
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We also went to out Stake's County Fair. We had tons of fun and Jacob and Kira got to gnosh on some yummy Cotton Candy!!! </div>
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October is also Jacob's birthday month. The big 3 5! We celebrated by eating some yummy pizza and cupcakes and opening presents. Kira also dressed up in her birthday outfit, just for daddy.... I hope he had a lot of fun! I know we love him and hope that his birthday was great!</div>
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That's all from us for now. 8 weeks until the Baby get's here! Can't wait!!!<br />
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'til next time.<br />
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The biggest thing that has happened since last post was the Boppa started Kindergarten. So far she LOVES it, and is excited to go everyday. Except for the question, "What should I wear today"? She's eager to wake up each morning and get ready to go. She's in morning kinder from 9:10 until 11:40 which really isn't that long but it is strangely quiet around here in the mornings. I do try to use the time to enjoy being on my own. I go to the chiro often, then run errands, which go much more quickly on my own. I have even snuck in a pedicure, which is nice. </div>
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Yeap, that's me crying, dropping off my baby at school. Jacob, who was able to go, made fun of me for crying. I of course, blamed the baby and all the extra hormones, but I was a little bit sad to see her go off on her own. I do however have to say how happy it makes me that all I do is walk her to the gate, kiss her goodbye and off she goes, happy as a lark. There have been days when I drop her off and kids are crying for their moms and yelling that they want to go home. I'm so glad she's brave and willing to try new things. </div>
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I love picking her up each day and hearing about her day. She's done really well with her behavior. Always staying at least on the starting color but often going up a level to blue and for two days in a row she bumped up to orange... which is the BESTEST level!</div>
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In the beginning of September, we went down to Cali for the last time this year. Jacob's brother Jesse and family came to visit from Taiwan, so cousin pictures had to be done! It was a bit of a struggle organizing them so we ended up a JC Penny, otherwise I would share them. They turned out pretty well and the kids had lots of fun! They loved playing with each other even though some of them can't remember each other. </div>
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Another things we got to do while down there was have a little baby shower for our little babes. It was so great to see family and friends. I had a wonderful time. Thanks Korie and Mom for throwing me a fun shower. I'll post pics when I get them.</div>
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We also got to show Kira her new birthday pressie. She was SUPER surprised and loves her new bike (thanks GramJan and Papa Mike) she's still learning how to ride it but only daddy can take her out because I can't really balance her with this big belly.<br />
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In other news, the babes is doing well. He kicks A LOT mostly at night. Jacob has been able to feel them but Kira hasn't. She's also not super patient about it either BUT she talks to him every day and is SO EXCITED to see her little brother!!! I have a feeling that he's not going to be left alone much when she's around. I'm 25 weeks now, only 14 weeks to go!! I can't wait to meet this little guy and wonder often if he will look like a Winfrey or an Anderson!<br />
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The next weekend, Kira and Jacob were invited to go to a Daddy/Daughter Area 51's game. Kira was SO EXCITED TO SEE A REAL BASEBALL GAME ...... <span style="font-size: x-large;">LIVE!</span> (as she put it) and Jacob said they had a TON of fun!!! She got all dressed up and came home with a purple alien. She still talks about it a month later about how I should really go see a REAL BASEBALL GAME ..... <span style="font-size: x-large;">LIVE!!! </span></div>
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At the end of June we got to see the babes. We got to find out the gender and got to see all kinds of parts. Here is the profile shot. They did a genetics test Ultra sound, apparently there are all kinds of things they can tell from just the ultra sound. So far the babes looks good.... good numbers, good heart structure. Hand up in the face just like Kira. We decided against any further testing, it wasn't worth the money to find out information that would either just drive us crazy for the next 6 months or tell us that babes is just fine.<br />
I have also been diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes. They are not sure if it's from the pregnancy. My NP doesn't seem to think so, she thinks I had it before and just didn't know about it. I have been put on a diet to help control my blood sugars and except for a couple of spikes, my blood readings have been pretty good (i test 4 times a day) I'm also feeling pretty good so I'm optimistic about things....<br />
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Like I said, we got to find out the gender.... They are 80% sure it's a ..........................<span style="font-size: x-large;">BOY!!!! </span></div>
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We are super excited and can't wait for him to get here! We don't need to much, just a couple of things here and there. Mostly,we need clothes .... so ya know if you have any ..... we could use them.... (kidding)<br />
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And lastly, a picture of my Boppa feeding her daddy some frozen strawberry lemonade.... this is a common occurrence in our family lately as we sit down and watch Jeopardy every night. Just something I want to remember in years to come!<br />
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SO, that was our month of June and as it's the end of July now I guess i should pull some stuff together for that soon too!<br />
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* Spent a couple of hours with high-school friend and kids at the Shark Reef.<br />
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Kira LOVES the Shark Reef - she has always liked it. So when an old friend facebook'd me a message and said - we're in town and want to hang out what do you want to do - I recommended the Shark Reef (after a conversation about the park - but it was HOT outside - so we stayed inside) The week before, her pre-school class took a field trip there and so she learned a lot of new things and was more than happy to share with her new friends.<br />
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*I chopped off my hair - I have been wanting to do it for a while - I remember a time when long hair was ALL i wanted. Growing up I always had short hair, it wasn't until I was old enough to take care of it myself that my mom allowed us to grow our hair out. Since then it's been super SUPER short, bobbed, shoulder length and longer - I have SUPER thick hair and it just gets to be too much for me to handle so I went from this......<br />
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To this... I love it. (Jacob doesn't but thats okay) It's longer now because it's been almost 8 weeks. I'll wait to get it trimmed until we are in Cali I think. </div>
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What I had forgotten is how curly it is when it's not weighed down.... so below is au' naturel .... or what it looks like before I take a straightener to it..... </div>
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*The best $13.00 I ever spent on Kira was these blocks. I bought them for her 2nd Christmas and she plays with them more now than ever. EVERYDAY (and I mean everyday) she takes a part and builds a new castle... and then sometimes tests the strength by kicking her soccer ball into it.... SO fun! </div>
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* Kira got a visit from the Easter Bunny and left her a VERY happy girl! A new purple polka-dot dress, some new jewelry, something to color, some peeps and a bit of chocolate! After some relaxation and church, we invited our friends the Merrill's over for dinner. Jacob make a yummy brisket (his first) and he and I worked on the rest. Even though most everything was from a box or can, it turned out pretty good. Especially by the addition of some <a href="https://www.facebook.com/leatherneckbbq" target="_blank">Leatherneck BBQ sauce</a>. </div>
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* We all went to a mini car show at Tommy Rockers - This was Kira's favorite car (because it's sparkly and purple) It was fun to hang out together on a Saturday afternoon. </div>
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<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">* Kira and Jacob went to the Viva Las Vegas Car Show - Background - Jacob and I have been going to Viva since we started dating (started dating in November, went that first April) a couple of years they started to charge and while I still can't find the rationalization for how MUCH they charge I have missed the last 2 or 3... BUT, Kira is free until she's 14 so Jacob and Kira have gone the last couple of years! And they have a great time! </span>
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Here she is in her outfit for the Car Show - new dress, new shoes... her hat! She was SO excited to spend the day with her daddy! </div>
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*Oh and if you haven't noticed Jacob shaved all of his facial hair. He's working on a new project and it was a requirement. He looks like I remember him and I for one enjoy it. Kira's not sure and it's funny to hear what people have said about it. He started growing out his beard when we moved to Vegas so people at church only really knew him with it. I got a text from a friend of mine the other day and told me when she first saw him she only realized it was him because he dropped Kira off at a party. If it wasn't for Kira she wouldn't have known who he was...... haha!</div>
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*And lastly, I started Weight Watchers in January. As of last check-in I have lost 11 pounds and a total of 17.5 inches off my body. It feels good but I still have a lot to do. The point was to lose enough so that I could get pregnant naturally.... (i.e without clomid or some other fertility) and while I can't attest to whether that has worked yet or not - I can tell you that even those 11 lbs (5% of my body weight) has really made a difference in my life. I feel better, and my body likes the weight off..... without getting into too much detail - my cycles are more regular so it looks like I'm heading in the right direction!!! I did Weight Watchers YEARS ago ( like 10 or so) with some friends and lost 15 lbs then and kept it off until I got married so now I'm hoping to lose more and KEEP it OFF!!! </div>
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So that's been our spring. I'll try to keep things a little more updated from now on. We're looking forward to a fun summer. Hopefully including a trip to Utah, a mini trip to Cali AND Tennille get's to go to girls camp this year with her Young Women...... so stay tuned!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">* marry a handsome guy with an accent from a far away land ... INSTEAD I married a handsome Texas born California guy who can't understand accents, but understands me .... and that makes me happy!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">* have 4 kids, 2 boys/2 girls, name them Abigail, Gavin, Anika and Noah and they were going to be perfect and beautiful, smart and fun.... INSTEAD I have 1 beautiful little girl who is smart and fun and challenges me everyday but also teaches me something everyday and that makes me happy!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">* travel all over the world, England, Australia, France, Germany, Italy, Switzerland, Norway, Iceland, Greenland, Canada, Japan, Belarus, Hawaii .... INSTEAD I have lived some pretty fun places and visited England twice since leaving and while I still have dreams of travelling the world what I have been able to see, makes me happy!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I WAS GONNA...</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">* Be a lawyer or a teacher, or an interior designer, or all 3 at once. INSTEAD I stay at home with my beautiful baby and have witnessed and have been a part of </span><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(*almost*)</span><span style="font-size: large;"> every single day of her life and that makes me happy! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I WAS GONNA ...</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">*Be rich, have a beautiful house, with beautiful furniture, wood floors, 5 bedrooms, a craft room, a garage with every tool for my foreign husband to work on my 64 1/2 mustang convertible </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">(in yellow) </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">INSTEAD... we still rent, 8 years</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">(well almost)</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> after marriage, we still rent, a house I don't like, that isn't mine, that has gross carpet and while that doesn't make me happy - what DOES make me happy is we can afford a place to live, a place for my baby to grow up in, to run around in, to make messes in..... and all those things, make. me. happy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">What I'm trying to say is that while my life isn't what I *thought* I wanted, it's a life that I LOVE! I'm thankful for it, I'm thankful to the LORD for it and while I know I'm not done. I have many years to still do these things that I was "GONNA DO" right now, I'm content. Right now, I'm <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ggDNKrTsKv0" target="_blank">Dela</a>. And THAT makes me HAPPY!!! </span><br />
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We also did some sight words that she has been working on in pre-school. She focuses really hard and is doing such a fantastic job. She is really looking forward to school! We don't have her enrolled anywhere yet because we are waiting to see where we will be living. But once we know - we'll get her all set up.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Last Friday Kira and I went to the Shark Reef. I'm really glad we bought the pass. We both enjoy it alot. It's not very big and we get through it kind of quickly but it's still fun to see all the fish and enjoy them. My favorite fish is no longer there but there are still a lot of great things to see. Kira took all of these pictures so this is the Shark Reef from her angle. </div><br />
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Her favorite part of the Shark Reef is the glass floor. It's funny to see adults so freaked out by it but Kira LOVES it. She runs across it, stands on top of it wishing for a fish to swim by. The fish don't really seem to like it down there but that doesn't really deter Kira from checking it out.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Another picture from Kira .... Team Umizoomi. She loves to take pictures (<i>I have NO idea where she get's that from at all, she said with an eye roll</i>) and so for Kira, it doesn't matter what the subject is. So when I look at the pictures on my camera, I often see cartoons... </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And us... after dinner one night. She was adamant about getting a picture of me and Jacob together.... </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And Boppa, it's always so fun to see what she's coming down in sometimes. It's always some hair accessory or one of her princess dresses or a mix of her princess stuff. Today she is wearing a pair of jeans with a skort over them because she wanted to wear a tutu.......... LOVE IT! I don't really dress her anymore. I mean I haven't dressed her in years but I also don't pick out what she's wearing anymore either. I do have some say because I get to pick out clothes at the store but she get's to pick what she wears each day. She's looking forward to the warmer weather so that she can start wearing shorts and skirts again without tights.... Total Nevada girl... doesn't like the cold! </div><br />
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And lastly a little something about what I have been up to. I went on a search to find a coat for a friend of mine that is moving to a colder climate. I was SURE I kept it when I passed some clothes on to my sister. And I was SURE I knew what box it was in. Well I was wrong. My sister does have it. I'll get her to mail it to me soon BUT as I went from box to box to box I realized I should have a better way of storing this stuff, especially because I read that cockroaches can eat through cardboard and clothes. So I rant o Target, bought 4 tubs and got all these boxes into four 18gallon tubs! It cleared A LOT of space in the garage and I'm pretty happy with it, knowing these clothes are a little safer.<br />
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Well, that's all from us for now. We hope you guys have a wonderful St. Patrick's Day. Even though I don't really celebrate it!<br />
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So I thought I would just talk about some pictures we have been taking lately..... Here is a new hair style we tried on Kira a couple of weeks ago... her hair is LONG... super LONG!!! And it has to be done every.single.day So we are trying new things..... This one didn't stay in very long but she liked it. I think I need to get better bobby pins.....<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is a picture of one of Kira's favorite shows, the Backyardigans... but it is ALSO a picture of my picture wall. I finally did it when I realized we were going to stay here and it was worth doing.... only to realize a month later that we're probably NOT going to stay in this house.... it's a long story and there are a lot of factors but we're looking into the possibility of buying. It's not 100% yet but we are starting the search and looking into all of our finance options. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So, I'm sure you have heard of pinterest.... I know I enjoy it. A couple of weeks ago I decided to try something I pinned --- Our fridge was getting kinda gross, so I thought since I'm going to clean it, I'm going to REALLY clean it and so with my laptop playing Doc Martin on netflix I attacked it.... and I mean ATTACKED it!!! I took it ALL apart, cleaned every part of it. Took apart every part of it and then added the cling film. I LOVE it. I love how festive it is every time I have to go in the fridge.... I love that when it comes time to clean the fridge again, all I have to do is pull off the film and put on a new layer of it and go.......</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here is a picture of Jacob and Kira on February 1st. This year I had fun doing 14 days of Valentines. They each got a little something special every day.... Nothing too fancy, just a little something cute to make their days better..... AND notice Jacob's beard, or lack there of. He had to shave it for work at the mine. He did it in steps, first a goatee, the just a mustache {that looked like it was from the 1980s} and then finally the mustache.... It's kinda weird for me and Kira since she has really only ever known him with a beard/facial hair. It's still waiting to be determined if the beard is coming back... I'm guessing yes. I think the benefits outweigh the negatives on this one........ </div><br />
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That's about all that's going on here. Kira is loving school! She LOVES school! Jacob is enjoying his work still... which is good. I working on focusing on my Weight Watchers (down 7.2 lbs in 7 weeks) and I have some craft type things that need to be finished so I'm working on that stuff too.<br />
Still no news on the baby front. I have had to change doctors so hopefully I can get into see them and work on getting a baby to join our family......<br />
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Next post... hopefully soon.... about ?<br />
till then<br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/321/07529D1FD06F19106FAB231279D31598.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06536715988002114218noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099087168638563878.post-60926475973644236362012-01-18T23:12:00.000-08:002012-01-18T23:12:43.934-08:00Thanksgiving 2011Isn't it just like me to post about Christmas before Thanksgiving? See, what happened is my desktop died. Kira and I went on a field trip to the Anderson Dairy, where we learned how they bottle milk, how evaporated milk was made and see where they keep the ICE CREAM!!! When we got home, I trotted myself upstairs to check facebook - because I need a life and it had died. It won't turn back on - it didn't crash, like all the stuff is still on it, it just won't turn on.... so ANYWAY. I was going to blog about Kira's soccer (the season is over and she loved it - waiting until the spring to play again). Some school stuff... some fun Christmas stuff that we did for Thanksgiving. Right now I can only find Thanksgiving stuff.<br />
We decided to go up to Utah this Thanksgiving. It was fun to be able to be together and I'm sure I'll find the pictures for that soon too.... But what I do have pictures for is our family pictures. It's been a while since out last ones - we took some at Brett's wedding, but it's not the same thing.... so we decided to get in touch with a good friend and have some done.<br />
Cat Palmer (look her up on Facebook) did our pictures for us....<br />
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It was really windy the day we took these pictures but I LOVE them. It's great to look up on the wall and see us all together. Thanks Cat so much for taking them. I'm hoping to find pictures of the rest of the weekend, including my not so successful Lemon Meringue Pie.<br />
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'til next time<br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/321/07529D1FD06F19106FAB231279D31598.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06536715988002114218noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099087168638563878.post-61283932139577893392012-01-14T12:34:00.000-08:002012-01-14T12:39:03.481-08:00Christmas 2011<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">So this post will be a little picture heavy. I apologize. It's taken me a while to get to this post so I thought I would at least make it detailed and fun. This year for Christmas we decided to go down to California. Jacob's dad was back in town and we wanted to see him and so we packed up the car and off we went. We stayed with Auntie M, Uncle Bill and Maggie in Newport Beach and we were happy to see them. (We of course stopped at Miguel's Jr. for dinner)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On Saturday we got to sleep in and hang out a bit. Our first stop was to go see Uncle Henry. Henry is Kira's Godfather and man was he full of fun gifts. I won't go through the whole list but it consisted of a Leapster 2, lots of Tinkerbell stuff, a scooter and more! Kira was sure to give him a hug after opening all her gifts. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then it was off to Uncle Bill and Aunt Cheryl's house. We were happy to see everyone and got there just in time for dinner! Gramjan did a great job of picking up the honey baked ham and made her diabetic coma yams. Yummy! There was also some great corn stuff that Cheryl made that was good. After dinner we got to open gifts. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFd54w_o4OhZS1D0tN3_wZjBtpW-UyW7Peler8QnY-OkgQ2NPMXVxIUu5AMItOYAmjHgea2f9d6u5QND4872rIbWoDKxiectY76lAj529FbUmrcZb__i-F05qzqnmDVJX5sfehQuuSNKg/s1600/DSC00048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFd54w_o4OhZS1D0tN3_wZjBtpW-UyW7Peler8QnY-OkgQ2NPMXVxIUu5AMItOYAmjHgea2f9d6u5QND4872rIbWoDKxiectY76lAj529FbUmrcZb__i-F05qzqnmDVJX5sfehQuuSNKg/s320/DSC00048.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is my mom, opening her gift from my brother. He has sent it down early with STRICT instructions on when to open it. My dad (to her left) and I knew what it was. She was a tortured soul for a couple of days wondering what it could be.... would it be a joke from Uncle Butt (as Kira calls him) or would it be what she hoped it would be? </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2iGVgQuYeYnMCLqL8ZxYTifwV33GOU3y7tVMtVpzdwxvUVrit7dvP0hrfIMObtbGyKoBCMsEz1f5yzJicQigdh1hFsTVQR6KdvGGg3jg4p0MeylPPVJYb-DOUcL4xiC17GKdbPTuWu4s/s1600/DSC00049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2iGVgQuYeYnMCLqL8ZxYTifwV33GOU3y7tVMtVpzdwxvUVrit7dvP0hrfIMObtbGyKoBCMsEz1f5yzJicQigdh1hFsTVQR6KdvGGg3jg4p0MeylPPVJYb-DOUcL4xiC17GKdbPTuWu4s/s320/DSC00049.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Turns out it's what she hoped it would be. A onesie for my soon to be born niece or nephew. Mom cried and we realized that my dad was a good secret keeper (he had known since before Thanksgiving) She, as I am, is every excited for this new addition. He/she will be grand-kid number 6! Can't wait to find out what they will be having as so far the boys out number the girls 3-2. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHFTznfSOSpdHVOe-NQJzZ66Pp4V3gbD6WWDlPOG8xXOUSbTTZn1V3QOTlVm8pOG70uEEwDArVC0FRtallow2DGB-JSkaTzeVuAAZFBLG-Z-leHtClSqOzEID0f5GsXHY0P8TikrEWq-g/s1600/DSC00067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHFTznfSOSpdHVOe-NQJzZ66Pp4V3gbD6WWDlPOG8xXOUSbTTZn1V3QOTlVm8pOG70uEEwDArVC0FRtallow2DGB-JSkaTzeVuAAZFBLG-Z-leHtClSqOzEID0f5GsXHY0P8TikrEWq-g/s320/DSC00067.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kira got some great dress up stuff from Gram-Jan and Papa Mike and had to put her sparkly stuff on right away. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu4ExtXzoGVPvpzCAK9qidvZSjra3WO2S1fjzZYMaWJkfpPjgGaXNTuWWB9Wwuf1_jNCVg0I40Tqv9DJNTxjBgKuPFvdC8EeMqGNPpz0Ta87IBQz9EA4jD5a6EEUunCsfdVZcK76xHUIA/s1600/DSC00058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu4ExtXzoGVPvpzCAK9qidvZSjra3WO2S1fjzZYMaWJkfpPjgGaXNTuWWB9Wwuf1_jNCVg0I40Tqv9DJNTxjBgKuPFvdC8EeMqGNPpz0Ta87IBQz9EA4jD5a6EEUunCsfdVZcK76xHUIA/s320/DSC00058.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here she is hugging my Papa to say thanks for the dress and doggie she got. Needless to say she was the most busy on Christmas Eve but she loved every minute of it. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrvYh578cUsdsj_si53-oCG9C2qWICwUfZwe7d9iHlHVDSRV57vTEygAqZ0S_yBfhVnOJgy4GIfG1jNWglUwHCvqZ1rfmEiRbAXZ18uZCkQhlhUk3533UZ9LeG7Uc75LtPzevk3grkFT4/s1600/DSC00075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrvYh578cUsdsj_si53-oCG9C2qWICwUfZwe7d9iHlHVDSRV57vTEygAqZ0S_yBfhVnOJgy4GIfG1jNWglUwHCvqZ1rfmEiRbAXZ18uZCkQhlhUk3533UZ9LeG7Uc75LtPzevk3grkFT4/s320/DSC00075.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This was part of the last gift of the night. Uncle Bruce had it all planned out. She had to open this in the order he set up for her.... first a BIG roll of paper. She opened this and then said, "Paper? - that's boring!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnubiCBsDPJzztZhyGJEyOlSVNmxUBhp351LRBCMZjWXk9cgjULYEZYkK83czqpNh2euG8Ak459zt2zPF5G27cWnWhiYp0J551ffpQevn_ConHs9A4bkKXZBQpb_g8KZITCCJZaZJtp1E/s1600/DSC00078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnubiCBsDPJzztZhyGJEyOlSVNmxUBhp351LRBCMZjWXk9cgjULYEZYkK83czqpNh2euG8Ak459zt2zPF5G27cWnWhiYp0J551ffpQevn_ConHs9A4bkKXZBQpb_g8KZITCCJZaZJtp1E/s320/DSC00078.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then a pack of fun stuff, crayons, markers, chalk, water paint and an eraser. hhhhhhmmmm it's more interesting now...... </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk7FlJR8Qo-CtiFHiQnMwyHgxiTd5LnlnHJLQvW_LKZrtMLlUwq-nRoHurHXJh7oEREGGD9nUtijniJBqE8d1_MEvPW2fyysit3CYVn17-bcdIEripOpAG8hzRA7c7Yh9_1C39i3YyI3Q/s1600/DSC00085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk7FlJR8Qo-CtiFHiQnMwyHgxiTd5LnlnHJLQvW_LKZrtMLlUwq-nRoHurHXJh7oEREGGD9nUtijniJBqE8d1_MEvPW2fyysit3CYVn17-bcdIEripOpAG8hzRA7c7Yh9_1C39i3YyI3Q/s320/DSC00085.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And then the BIG gift... an easel. It has a chalk board on one side, a white board on the other and the paper roll comes up through the middle and she get's to put all kinds of fun things on the paper. So far, the paper has served as her canvas for her sticker dolls that she got from Santa this year. She has really enjoyed making outfits for them all and they are all displayed on her wall in her room</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijNyxNKg5VV0dLvvP7LPf6OI-KvJJU4OOW7VdTAc5nuQynxz78ftREC0acj6O6A7kHdypKWWnPWhmYV8EXRpO9mMzZjvP2AMaOgHf_rmybAdkivms6sgKpb25n_cDG5hPo7VNDhCebfAE/s1600/DSC00091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijNyxNKg5VV0dLvvP7LPf6OI-KvJJU4OOW7VdTAc5nuQynxz78ftREC0acj6O6A7kHdypKWWnPWhmYV8EXRpO9mMzZjvP2AMaOgHf_rmybAdkivms6sgKpb25n_cDG5hPo7VNDhCebfAE/s320/DSC00091.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On Christmas morning, Santa left gifts for Kira at Auntie M's place. he didn't leave much as Uncle Henry, and our families had pretty much covered everything a gal could want. BUT Santa did leave a stocking full of fun things, princess headband, hair clips and pony-tail holders. A new necklace and bracelet..... AND... the sucker Kira had been asking for for weeks! That Santa really knows his stuff!! </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Santa gave Kira some fun dress up stickers, and a BRAND NEW RADIO. Kira listens to the radio every night as she is going to sleep and had hi-jacked Jacob's. Jacob felt it time for Kira to have her own so Santa made two people very happy that day! Kira LOVES it ! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZheKyf-l905p0Yxy3h5fJ0LWZZWGGHnoF_f6tHYrn1vp5UyOn02_W2L6T49hUILSaDJlHov6xzsOcwsH6T5AYhaflPARG8KWlnhh4W1-bTCdppFY8a2RSHEnXK8TWriOHvqM3t5XcYz8/s1600/DSC00111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZheKyf-l905p0Yxy3h5fJ0LWZZWGGHnoF_f6tHYrn1vp5UyOn02_W2L6T49hUILSaDJlHov6xzsOcwsH6T5AYhaflPARG8KWlnhh4W1-bTCdppFY8a2RSHEnXK8TWriOHvqM3t5XcYz8/s320/DSC00111.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here are most of the Anderson cousins. We surely miss Elizabeth and Tommy and hope they can come visit us soon! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLQU1KjwUvGh9jAFoO3j0VywtPoEcJibFFdiYsMpjT3gORtGwmSMvfWnBCeCRRveeZUHwZBaBTwNQtAcVcJLunY0mfoO4EI5Dm3RuQw-Cicda5RA40i4sKjxa_u0Ym9Rkrc6j3he-OwWo/s320/DSC00121.JPG" /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kira got some great gifts from everyone. Her La La Lopsy doll being one of the top gifts. Kira has named her Flower and Flower's mouse is Zoe. After gifts the kids played, the adults talked and joked, and in the process of adults talking the great mystery of "What is behind the wood paneling" was revealed. Jetta and Valerie have been painting the house and putting up curtains and Jesse installed some new laminate wood floors. In the process, the floor boards were not put back and so Jacob spied some pretty crazy patterns near the floor and decided to see what the pattern was........ it was this!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After that we went to hang with some good friends for a while, Mike and Krista and then back to Auntie M's. Monday we packed, had lunch with Papa, my mom and dad, and uncle and aunt. Stopped by the Anderson house again for yummy left overs and home we went. The traffic was worse than we thought it would be and we got home at midnight (left at 6 or so) But Jacob and I had a fun talk and Kira slept most of the way. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We hope to make it down again soon. We want to be able to see everyone instead of just family. We miss you all so much but we know we are in the right place. I'll try to keep up on the blog more this year......</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">'til next time</div><br />
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We have 5 little ones, 4 girls and 1 boy - who doesn't seem to mind being WAY outnumbered. The rotation we have set up is each mom does two weeks at a time. So every Tuesday and Wednesday from 9:30 - 11:45 the 5 of them are at some one's house being taught whatever is on the curriculum that week. My two weeks was interrupted by a week of a field trip and the Halloween Party.<br />
Almost every month (at least every 6 weeks) we have built in a party (usually Holiday related) and a field trip, so the kids can learn new things and so us adults can have some fun. This month we went up to Calico Basin, it's on the way to Red Rock, the local national park but Calico Basin is FREE and CLOSE, two very good things it has going for it.<br />
We haven't been to Calico Basin before so it was all new to me and I for one, will go back anytime the weather permits it. They have a nice little hike in the mountains up to some rocks the kids had fun climbing on, V, the boy in our class was a pro, having been there lots of times with his dad and was showing the girls how fun it was to jump from one rock to another which made a lot of us moms in the group a little nervous. But they had a blast!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After our hike we stopped for lunch, watched a couple get married and headed off to the boardwalk. The boardwalk was SO FUN! They had built this boardwalk to protect the meadow lands up there. I guess sometimes it can be quite wet up there so the boardwalk also allows pedestrians to walk around up there without getting wet. I would have taken pictures but my camera batteries died. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Also had a little brain fade at the Halloween Party and we took NO pictures of all the kids together but I did get some from this weeks class. They have been learning about dessert animals and so I decided to make dioramas. They didn't quite turn out like I envisioned (you know something off Martha Stewart's magazine page) but the kids had a great time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here is Kira's</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfvF27_TQguvVZmWCO9YolPdnEiJ2RKGFYTdcg11zOdWrGYNktVpYz45dduDiMNwDFUjQzmzeG8olReDRq6ydWBe1bqEPCEVK-0VF2ckvyygoLr6bAjjmXhyphenhyphenztnMz0qMT991nG9UI7FwI/s1600/Preschool+Pictures+2011+019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfvF27_TQguvVZmWCO9YolPdnEiJ2RKGFYTdcg11zOdWrGYNktVpYz45dduDiMNwDFUjQzmzeG8olReDRq6ydWBe1bqEPCEVK-0VF2ckvyygoLr6bAjjmXhyphenhyphenztnMz0qMT991nG9UI7FwI/s320/Preschool+Pictures+2011+019.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is the back of her diorama. She loves it! I'm so glad that they love learning as much as they do.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">SO, that's what we have been up to lately. I'm hoping that after school is done and I take another semester off (I keep saying I'm on the 50 year plan) it will be easier to keep up with everyone!!!</div><br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/321/07529D1FD06F19106FAB231279D31598.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06536715988002114218noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099087168638563878.post-44777965988659036812011-10-04T00:35:00.001-07:002011-10-13T11:51:01.148-07:00UpdateMy life got crazy. I'm not sure how that happened but it got crazy and I have been so late posting.<br />First how my life got crazy -<br />- Kira turned 4!!!<br />*We moved and I got a calling in the Young Women. Than means mutual on Tuesday nights, weekly or biweekly meetings and lessons to plan *almost* every week, which I should be doing now actually.<br />* Kira has soccer practice on Wednesday nights, only an hour but it messes with dinner time<br />*Kira also started preschool, Tuesday and Wednesday mornings she off to learn about fun stuff. She loves it but I feel like Tuesday and Wednesdays all I do is drive.<br />*Add in school, housework (the little I can handle) and all the other stuff you gotta do and it makes for a busy life. The things you used to have time for you don't anymore.<br />BUT It's important to keep updated on stuff. Just to keep up on the memories, since this is our family journal.<br /><br />What have we done the last month?<br />- we went to the Shark Reef with Scott, Clint and Kaden. Then Kira and I got a pass<br />- Kira started soccer<br />- We went to a car show<br />- Kira and I went back to the Shark Reef with some friends<br />-And I went to the doctor and we discussed some possible avenues for adding to our family...<br /><br /><br />My baby turned 4 - I don't know how that happened so quickly, but she did. We spent her birthday doing all sorts of fun things. We picked up her friend Lucy around 11 to go see the new Winnie the Pooh movie - super cute!!!. We had popcorn and fruit snacks and juice boxes, then we made a stop at Mcdonalds (her choice) and then.... FRO YO and Menchies. Lucy and I sang Happy Birthday to Kira and we had a great time. Later that day Kira got to pick where we went for dinner, she choose Del Taco (why- I don't know) and when we got home we had cake (that poor sad little cake) and she got to open presents from Mom and Dad. It was a low-key and really fun birthday over all and she started talking about turning 5 as soon as she was 4. <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv-hp__8iubvP1XInit0HVIUrS8U2i_3D1XPe4359FB_WJhwiPNDHdOlXx3mMQbxENEITrwcDkEkhkqf6QU4dNQ6HtTx0Te4d-skTlAMOFvSuavoNOYiy5gFCgiz66EIeq38CUlJ8SYbY/s1600/Kira%2527s+4th+birthday+025.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv-hp__8iubvP1XInit0HVIUrS8U2i_3D1XPe4359FB_WJhwiPNDHdOlXx3mMQbxENEITrwcDkEkhkqf6QU4dNQ6HtTx0Te4d-skTlAMOFvSuavoNOYiy5gFCgiz66EIeq38CUlJ8SYbY/s320/Kira%2527s+4th+birthday+025.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663038244448916690" /></a><div>Her present from Mommy and Daddy<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1r_E-uG11_Uj7DOIzcYl6KoNuNM1Ue2wbtmmhUFKnTmPXpPlyRznVeTlPgJkXpEV-LRn7T9BoBgmI5t1UQ5ZnY7yqZ773Bh5LDtkDg8opHKQTPLVEbrS2A0bsW-DJNGAt9UEo6Y2CZ5o/s1600/DSC08060.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1r_E-uG11_Uj7DOIzcYl6KoNuNM1Ue2wbtmmhUFKnTmPXpPlyRznVeTlPgJkXpEV-LRn7T9BoBgmI5t1UQ5ZnY7yqZ773Bh5LDtkDg8opHKQTPLVEbrS2A0bsW-DJNGAt9UEo6Y2CZ5o/s320/DSC08060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663038226360880450" /></a></div><div>Her new cow-girl hat from Mom and Dad </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo6m85VSmVhNPXnHWXmsu9D3PyHXt_rOPTYbq4sZBfdKu17TmuoqxeYWLVX4yHWbsWb8hb33rp7y26TKE0zh02uCkns9swZU3I5z6dvzp7RjsXRePoCD6-NBQBmmF5b3RXbZDyNiYER-M/s1600/Kira%2527s+4th+birthday+006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo6m85VSmVhNPXnHWXmsu9D3PyHXt_rOPTYbq4sZBfdKu17TmuoqxeYWLVX4yHWbsWb8hb33rp7y26TKE0zh02uCkns9swZU3I5z6dvzp7RjsXRePoCD6-NBQBmmF5b3RXbZDyNiYER-M/s320/Kira%2527s+4th+birthday+006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663038221594127554" /></a></div><div>Kira helped me make her cake, she was so proud.... I'm glad she enjoyed it because it looked sad...<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">LABOR DAY</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX4wDsOGpKj1wC2hh3gZk1EdOCrw737Htgkrs0ysXIL9-t5opHU6M2IglCHPh09lJp07uOPqqXmZPSeugSOb8BtsPDkHoEn7LkL-LceSZ8ydiW45L-vbIc088DZpl2GG0SchOGqPDINGw/s1600/Labor+Day+Weekend+2011+006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX4wDsOGpKj1wC2hh3gZk1EdOCrw737Htgkrs0ysXIL9-t5opHU6M2IglCHPh09lJp07uOPqqXmZPSeugSOb8BtsPDkHoEn7LkL-LceSZ8ydiW45L-vbIc088DZpl2GG0SchOGqPDINGw/s320/Labor+Day+Weekend+2011+006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661967432095233538" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKyxcuQ9YegMUZSN5E2PSoGfKpjk-bGorNo8CgrQ3y97yF3re8kE8JvJvdzC6FvoOo4pNVvPrAIJoci0sE0BhBWVixK5tjKvnzU-Vjgn8GZ0HIibeCHdWUENqLSb_ACQWU3aYmL-YeBbs/s1600/Labor+Day+Weekend+2011+209.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKyxcuQ9YegMUZSN5E2PSoGfKpjk-bGorNo8CgrQ3y97yF3re8kE8JvJvdzC6FvoOo4pNVvPrAIJoci0sE0BhBWVixK5tjKvnzU-Vjgn8GZ0HIibeCHdWUENqLSb_ACQWU3aYmL-YeBbs/s320/Labor+Day+Weekend+2011+209.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661967444372766898" /></a><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlJDafztN0frK_18vNzeE_sa9bXNvHWfyS_a17G6N3Q_pyUGAKC7U-Cip0slsY7khVzO2KsdZ5RCS2THCZL0tdIcW7PdyPtQvZ9xrjpxrVI-gNEFlONw6Q3CURLhwUEzeS3NTwIk-ovHY/s1600/Labor+Day+Weekend+2011+085.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlJDafztN0frK_18vNzeE_sa9bXNvHWfyS_a17G6N3Q_pyUGAKC7U-Cip0slsY7khVzO2KsdZ5RCS2THCZL0tdIcW7PdyPtQvZ9xrjpxrVI-gNEFlONw6Q3CURLhwUEzeS3NTwIk-ovHY/s320/Labor+Day+Weekend+2011+085.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661967438507358258" /></a><br />My "little" brother Scott, his partner Clint and Clint's son all came down for labor day. (They also brought my IKEA order - and put it all together for me). I made Scott a death by chocolate birthday cake, that he was a little afraid to eat (because of the sour cream in it) but it was fantastic! Scott and Clint went out on a little date Sunday night and on Monday we hit the Shark Reef in the Mandalay Bay Casino and Resort. I love aquariums, I'm not sure why since I'm not a great swimmer, especially ocean swimming but everywhere I go I like to go to the aquariums, this is as close as we get here in Vegas but it suffices. We all had lots of fun, after the Shark Reef we walked over to see the Lions at the MGM and to the M&M store. Going to the M&M store with my little brother was fun, M&M's were his FAVORITE, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;">FAVORITE, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">FAVORITE </span> candy growing up and it was fun to see him enjoy himself. This is the second time we have had Scott and Clint come to stay and they are pretty fun to hang out with and very patient as we had to wait to get a new water heater installed ON LABOR DAY. Then Scott and Clint hung out with Kira so Jacob and I could go out on our own for a little bit. It wasn't a long time but it was fun and we sure appreciate their willingness to watch Kira for us. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">SOCCER </span><br /><br /></div><div>For a while now Kira has been talking about playing Soccer. Jacob and I were trying to steer her toward T-ball, but she wasn't having it, she was firm. We waited until she was 4 and signed her up. Soccer wasn't a game Jacob grew up playing all that much, I played a little here in the states but more so in South Afrika. I know the basic rules, but it's been a while since I played regularly. </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjCAMJK_PAeFsNMjxXWF9SdWTF8rVn7kwLoQq0BBmhCg_60O3CMP84TbXM38vhkqj4rJ-4Ky5T_26pbtwhBYGJzwLby0UhbE-goDeL4mUCRZzHAlxSVKQZG0WYitq_HM-iL3WSFsBfqrs/s1600/Kira%2527s+Soccer+Practice+037.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjCAMJK_PAeFsNMjxXWF9SdWTF8rVn7kwLoQq0BBmhCg_60O3CMP84TbXM38vhkqj4rJ-4Ky5T_26pbtwhBYGJzwLby0UhbE-goDeL4mUCRZzHAlxSVKQZG0WYitq_HM-iL3WSFsBfqrs/s320/Kira%2527s+Soccer+Practice+037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661967828638153762" /></a></div><div>Here she is the night of her first practice. <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfdVxQ2tqZadsvw2eEewukkbv5ZBoczQq5gqT9anggOhn2J9nBqlEgm1vKxydwiNR2-nggcoMtqz7becQpSGA21aRKHbQCEVAWp1SVS2jgHO2JIj_VGY4cB_ix86dYfRfBBEvQKHECXv4/s1600/Kira+soccer+003.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfdVxQ2tqZadsvw2eEewukkbv5ZBoczQq5gqT9anggOhn2J9nBqlEgm1vKxydwiNR2-nggcoMtqz7becQpSGA21aRKHbQCEVAWp1SVS2jgHO2JIj_VGY4cB_ix86dYfRfBBEvQKHECXv4/s320/Kira+soccer+003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663037382314577218" /></a></div><div>Here she is right before her first game.</div><div>The game was pretty fun to watch. Her team were not very sure what was going on but caught on in the 2nd half. They lost but I don't know what the score was since they don't really keep track. I was afraid she would be sad but I really don't think she noticed all that much. She did say, "the other team got a lot of goals but we didn't". To which I replied, "but you had fun right?" and she said she did and that she couldn't wait to go do it again. This weeks practice was way more focused and we have another game on Saturday. It's super cute to watch her play, she a fringe player, as in she run back and forth back and forth (sometimes with a little girlie flair - that's SO cute) with SO much energy and always with a smile but does NOT want to be in the action. We will see how she does this weekend. </div><div><br /></div><div>In other news. Young Women is going great. I am the Beehive Advisor and am enjoying my time with both the other leaders AND the girls. We don't have a lot of girls but the ones that we do are trying hard to live the gospel. </div><div><br /></div><div>News on the baby front? - Well there isn't much. I have been on Metformin now since the end of June. When I went back for my appointment the end of September she told my my options. My options are to continue with the Metformin (with a higher dosage) which will hopefully allow me to lose some weight. She seems to think that if I could get down to at least what I was when I got pregnant with Kira my body could ovulate on its own. We know I'm ovulating but we don't know how often. My other option was to get on the clomid, which is a drug they use to help stimulate the ovaries, causing them to produce more follicles and most of the time insuring that you ovulate. Sounds like the way to go right?</div><div>Well - after a lot of thinking, a lot of praying, some talking with Jacob I decided to wait. I'm not sure why. We have been trying got 18 months now and the thought of waiting longer is not a great one. Maybe the Lord gave me that answer so I wouldn't be devastated to hear from the doctor that it will be $440 a month to monitor me. That's not something we can afford at the moment, maybe back in the summer when Jacob was working close to 80 hours a week but not now when he's barely working 40 (the joys of construction) I really wish she would have told me in June that it was going to be that much. </div><div>I have two options - I can stay with her, who knows my history (my ectopic last year, all my blood work etc.) She seems to be very cautious about the clomid process (the same part of me that says to wait is the same part of me that thinks this is a good thing). Her office is close to me AND I like her. </div><div>OR</div><div>I could go to another doctor, one who would just prescribe the clomid and send my on my way. It's really tempting I have to say AND I know a lot of people who have gone this way but it's not for me. Again, I don't know why and I may never know why. Maybe all the follicles would lead to another ectopic which wouldn't be found because of the not monitoring. My doctor did tell me that all future pregnancies (not that there will be a lot more) have to be thought of as ectopic until proved otherwise meaning as soon as I am aware of the pregnancy I am to go to the doctor and start the blood testing every two days to make sure all my levels are doing what they are supposed to be doing. </div><div>So far the answer is to wait, again I don't know why, it's just what I feel in my gut. So.... we wait. I won't lie and say I don't get discouraged with this whole thing. It makes me feel sad some of the time. Kira has been wanting a baby for a while now, ever since she realized ALL of her friend have a sibling, that makes it doubly tough when she asks when we will get our baby. I tell her that I don't know. Her faith is amazing, she is SURE Heavenly Father will give us one. I know that too, how that baby comes to us is still a bit of a mystery. If we end up having to wait until things pick up for Jacob and do the clomid in the spring then that's what it has to be... and if that doesn't work then we'll start looking into adoption. </div><div>Anyway, that's enough of that....... sorry it's been so long and that this post IS so long... I'll try to keep up.....</div><div>'til next time </div><div><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/321/07529D1FD06F19106FAB231279D31598.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /></a></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06536715988002114218noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099087168638563878.post-85158157964086805652011-09-06T23:54:00.000-07:002011-09-06T23:54:36.045-07:00First Day of Preschool<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I can't believe my little girl is getting so big, we talked about how she would be going to kindergarden next year. WOW!!! I can't believe she's getting so grown up. We have so much fun stuff planned this school year, parties, field trips and of course some learning..... can't wait to see how things have changed by the end of the school year! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After school we went to lunch and Fro-Yo with Scott, Clint and Kaden. </span><br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/321/07529D1FD06F19106FAB231279D31598.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06536715988002114218noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099087168638563878.post-90556779796080101072011-08-29T15:49:00.000-07:002011-08-30T00:22:27.624-07:00There once was a little girl named Kira<div>Who was born 4 years ago today, </div><div>She brought so many so much happiness </div><div>She brought with her lots of smiles</div><div>She brought with her lots of energy</div><div>She brought with her lots of LOVE! </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbFpn9bssBTm3zj0UqezZzDBY_IBt9NZ9VRZSmshzPYiVCD1Ahk4HBVJ81awGZ19d_cXsMpkXh4fc_xgQTPLl_CMe-PZb16Xw18kKFYGY11jWxtMpEGxFkmi4gTQc-5XcIDBNbHRIngyI/s1600/Kira+%2528119%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbFpn9bssBTm3zj0UqezZzDBY_IBt9NZ9VRZSmshzPYiVCD1Ahk4HBVJ81awGZ19d_cXsMpkXh4fc_xgQTPLl_CMe-PZb16Xw18kKFYGY11jWxtMpEGxFkmi4gTQc-5XcIDBNbHRIngyI/s320/Kira+%2528119%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646418807055662498" /></a><div>1 day old</div><div>
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<br />Our little girl turns 4 today. It's unbelievable! Time flies - I won't say that it feels like it just happened but it doesn't feel like 4 years. Our Kira has blessed our lives so much, she's fun, and funny and sweet and smart and full of life. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>We have a fun day planned with the Winnie the Pooh Movie, some Fro-Yo. Then Del-Taco (Kira's request) and home for cake and presents. I'm excited, Kira is excited, Jacob is excited.... we are all excited. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>I could tell about her likes and dislikes. I could tell you about her favorite shows but what is most important is that she loves, she loves with her whole body and her whole soul. She is a good girl who tries to do good. She's totally excited to start school and learn. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Kira, we love you, Boppa. Have a VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
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<br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/321/07529D1FD06F19106FAB231279D31598.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06536715988002114218noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099087168638563878.post-13641830535154346462011-08-23T00:12:00.000-07:002011-08-23T11:49:23.221-07:00California - Here we come!!<div>This past weekend we got to spend some time in California. The reason we went down was our niece turned 8 and was going to be baptized!!! So we left Friday afternoon about 4 and stopped at our beloved Miguel's Jr. for dinner. I'll mention that Kira ordered something other than a chicken taco which was pretty cool ( I like that her menu is expanding a bit)</div><div>
<br /></div><div>From there we headed down to Newport Beach to stay with Auntie M, Uncle Bill and Maggie. Kira was very excited to have a "sleep over" at Auntie M's! We got there, hung out for a big and Jacob felt right to sleep. She had FINALLY fallen asleep about a half hour out and it turned out to be the worst moment because she didn't want to sleep once it was time. But eventually we all fell asleep. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Saturday morning we woke up, had some breakfast and Kira and I got a little hair trim. Kira got "JUST A LITTLE BIT" done, I got a little bit of color and a new shape. After Kira got her hair done/did Jacob took her to the beach. They had a great time and I got some "me" time.
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<br /></div><div>Around 3 o'clock we left for Corona, to attend the baptism of our niece, Kyla. We were so proud of her decision to follow our Heavenly Father and know it's a day she won't be likely to forget.
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<br />Here is Kyla and her some of the cousins that were there. I love that they are all friends and enjoy each other's company as much as they do. I talk about it often but I never had cousins growing up and I'm SO glad that Kira does and gets to see them often enough that they are friends.
<br />After the baptism we got to hang out and talk to old friends. We had SO much fun and can't wait to do it again soon! </div><div>
<br /></div><div>On Sunday we had a little brunch in Newport Beach. Uncle Bill grilled some burgers and we got to sit, watch the NASCAR race and visit. We also had a little early birthday party for Kira. She got some fantastic gifts and she loves them all!!! </div><div>
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<br /></div><div>After birthday stuff, Kira got to go to the park with Aunties M and Cheryl, while Jacob and I got to go to IKEA. Which was not as successful as I was hoping. Papa, Bruce, Bill and my dad all left for the Costa Mesa Toyota Dealership and my Papa ( my grandpa) is now a proud owner of a 2012 Scion xB in silver (how cool is my grandpa?)
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<br /></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/321/07529D1FD06F19106FAB231279D31598.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06536715988002114218noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099087168638563878.post-58637656850595071862011-07-27T21:24:00.000-07:002011-07-30T13:15:43.586-07:00A Monkey for you and a Monkey for Me<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiigqG2NUMQf5_kRN6CKC8kPUXyQJVW99javIjiLNLkNtXKXFDh2kLhXd15d8Bk8mMUPqSS7WvxPjVYXd64uJYJtOMrMRnm4p00MwSy5Ezev0PrtxlheWCM6qW4FSD8m-VrLZEsCQlbXCA/s1600/DSC06409+copy+edit.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiigqG2NUMQf5_kRN6CKC8kPUXyQJVW99javIjiLNLkNtXKXFDh2kLhXd15d8Bk8mMUPqSS7WvxPjVYXd64uJYJtOMrMRnm4p00MwSy5Ezev0PrtxlheWCM6qW4FSD8m-VrLZEsCQlbXCA/s320/DSC06409+copy+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634254881466575394" /></a><div><br /></div><div>We got to have some visitors last week, the first to our new home. Uncle Bruce and Auntie Cheryl came up to Vegas for a real estate conference and stopped by. The day we got to see them was Bruce's birthday. (bruce is my uncle, kira's great uncle) Uncle Bruce loves monkey's and Kira shares his love. Bruce gives great monkey cards for birthdays and gave Kira her very first monkey at my baby shower.</div><div>So when we set off to get something great for Bruce we knew it had to be monkey related. Santa (also known as GramJan and Papa Mike) brought her a Monkey pillow pet this past Christmas and she loves it! She named him George and sleeps with him every night OR lets her My Little Pony (Kilack - more on the name later) use him as a crib. But monkeys are sometimes hard to come by, and we were struggling after walking through Wal-mart to no avail. But we stopped at Hallmark and found an awesome uncle monkey card and as I looked at their window at Bed Bath and Beyond I remembered that they had little pillow pets now. So with a little prayer we headed over, walked around the whole store, Kira was amazed with ALL the stuff there and on the last leg of the store Kira spotted them. We found a little monkey pet for Bruce. We brought the monkey home, wrapped him, signed the card and Kira was so excited for Bruce to open his present. </div><div>Fast forward two hours, and Bruce and Cheryl get here, with a friend of theirs. Bruce walks in with..... a Monkey Pillow Pet for Kira! And she of course LOVES it, she is sure this one is a girl because there was a bow around it's neck and now she has both a girl and a boy monkey pillow pet! So loves it and cuddles and and I tell her to get Bruce his gift............ a mini monkey pillow pet! They both love them! </div><div>I for one am so grateful for the fantastic family that we have. I know she's too young to realize it now but we are so blessed to have so much great family around us. Jacob's family coming to help us move, my parents for sharing jokes on the phone, my aunts and uncles who have blessed me in so many different ways.... Thanks everyone! We love you!<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiigqG2NUMQf5_kRN6CKC8kPUXyQJVW99javIjiLNLkNtXKXFDh2kLhXd15d8Bk8mMUPqSS7WvxPjVYXd64uJYJtOMrMRnm4p00MwSy5Ezev0PrtxlheWCM6qW4FSD8m-VrLZEsCQlbXCA/s1600/DSC06409+copy+edit.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/321/07529D1FD06F19106FAB231279D31598.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06536715988002114218noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099087168638563878.post-91388264831462755732011-07-11T17:43:00.000-07:002011-07-12T14:18:44.794-07:00Kira's First Art Book<div>Jacob and i text each other all day. It's very convenient, as he spends his days next to large very loud machines and can't hear me talk or even hear the phone ring. So when I got a text from him about our Saturday plans, it wasn't a great surprise. </div><div><br /></div><div>We already had plans to look at a new couch for our new place, and we were on a search for a Bakers Rack also. Jacob added a stop at the new Cosmopolitan Hotel. I'm sure I <a href="http://andtennille.blogspot.com/2011/03/there-was-something-i-forgot-to-blog.html">posted</a> about it earlier this year, it's part of the new City Center Complex. There is an Art Store in the Cosmo, is called <a href="http://www.kidrobot.com/">Kid Robot</a> and their summer project is to have these little Dunny's (see below) painted by popular artists and then they will be placed around the Cosmo for a while. Tara Mc Pherson was the artist in town on the 2nd and 3rd of July and Jacob wanted to go see her. If you know Jacob well you will know he's into art, a(I have posted about <a href="http://andtennille.blogspot.com/2010/02/robert-williams-art-show.html">Robert Williams</a> and his shows before) and Tara Mc Pherson has been featured in his favorite art magazine a couple of times. So Saturday morning came and we went. </div><div><br /></div><div>Here is Kira, all ready to go. We were all so excited we got to have Jacob on a Saturday, that hasn't been a common thing around here lately. </div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLI1SEqKBK_ZLzkP4lDlDWsYI2bh-rrOo0yPt2KgMGeydYr0KvE97R1qDKq4MKvYobEazQUAh2-vjBcZBTYNehEc_Gc7v2YKVCCA35-nrQG2OvmllFp6wET_iuKx66ES7HcNooPFfkXBs/s1600/Tara+McPherson+Cosmo+2011+004.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLI1SEqKBK_ZLzkP4lDlDWsYI2bh-rrOo0yPt2KgMGeydYr0KvE97R1qDKq4MKvYobEazQUAh2-vjBcZBTYNehEc_Gc7v2YKVCCA35-nrQG2OvmllFp6wET_iuKx66ES7HcNooPFfkXBs/s320/Tara+McPherson+Cosmo+2011+004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628261278360676418" /></a><br /><br />We got to the Cosmopolitan and took the elevator up to the 3rd floor (Scott Conant's restaurant is up there, i want to go, so maybe he'll read this and give me some free meals, because other wise it's just a pipe dream) and walking across the lobby type area we saw this.... <div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjXk7VNz907N2e43y1ajaPf7aHMPa4_othh9GXOgKbgagMg_9-BfMfcbVoElLmsRrFLFZzzkiIxpOJnor-pTivEuc2gvI4tIP5wIqMGXHU8-Aljrw8qEGQmHOz-jOb_11cqZdlLMrplQE/s1600/Tara+McPherson+Cosmo+2011+006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjXk7VNz907N2e43y1ajaPf7aHMPa4_othh9GXOgKbgagMg_9-BfMfcbVoElLmsRrFLFZzzkiIxpOJnor-pTivEuc2gvI4tIP5wIqMGXHU8-Aljrw8qEGQmHOz-jOb_11cqZdlLMrplQE/s320/Tara+McPherson+Cosmo+2011+006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628261284850824146" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjXk7VNz907N2e43y1ajaPf7aHMPa4_othh9GXOgKbgagMg_9-BfMfcbVoElLmsRrFLFZzzkiIxpOJnor-pTivEuc2gvI4tIP5wIqMGXHU8-Aljrw8qEGQmHOz-jOb_11cqZdlLMrplQE/s1600/Tara+McPherson+Cosmo+2011+006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>This is a picture Kira took of it. She had been working on it for a little bit by then.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzh3f0H4IV_ZLT93C429dSDFmYBLWX2evZ0ESl2_PuzZbhXfSnFRdJm3x8CvWO60SjVpFQ53z4VoWt-MhhuGj5PtMGQdZWgxVlFHT_ay96MDYwrH-5dSnmaWoLfmfeHPs5x0YtvnxSnhc/s1600/Tara+McPherson+Cosmo+2011+015.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzh3f0H4IV_ZLT93C429dSDFmYBLWX2evZ0ESl2_PuzZbhXfSnFRdJm3x8CvWO60SjVpFQ53z4VoWt-MhhuGj5PtMGQdZWgxVlFHT_ay96MDYwrH-5dSnmaWoLfmfeHPs5x0YtvnxSnhc/s320/Tara+McPherson+Cosmo+2011+015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628261290491965186" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzh3f0H4IV_ZLT93C429dSDFmYBLWX2evZ0ESl2_PuzZbhXfSnFRdJm3x8CvWO60SjVpFQ53z4VoWt-MhhuGj5PtMGQdZWgxVlFHT_ay96MDYwrH-5dSnmaWoLfmfeHPs5x0YtvnxSnhc/s1600/Tara+McPherson+Cosmo+2011+015.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Rear View.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivF2IerAxbanzjz-DrgISv7xq-RLgFE7gQldVy5L_0wdg4OUFgRQ3HiLQSzxHdh6GSM0yGUmEQP3Dg5514Xb9iBWATj3shCPQV-mKGGX3BMlf9ARroMu36A7BtL_d0s8ev6mSYaC6PZQE/s1600/Tara+McPherson+Cosmo+2011+029.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivF2IerAxbanzjz-DrgISv7xq-RLgFE7gQldVy5L_0wdg4OUFgRQ3HiLQSzxHdh6GSM0yGUmEQP3Dg5514Xb9iBWATj3shCPQV-mKGGX3BMlf9ARroMu36A7BtL_d0s8ev6mSYaC6PZQE/s320/Tara+McPherson+Cosmo+2011+029.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628262380985708610" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivF2IerAxbanzjz-DrgISv7xq-RLgFE7gQldVy5L_0wdg4OUFgRQ3HiLQSzxHdh6GSM0yGUmEQP3Dg5514Xb9iBWATj3shCPQV-mKGGX3BMlf9ARroMu36A7BtL_d0s8ev6mSYaC6PZQE/s1600/Tara+McPherson+Cosmo+2011+029.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Here is Tara painting a bit.</div><div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRhMQty1HQd1uXQ9BK7Ur2ZDyaexqeiRcBwRON_LLc0_GhikgWOXtNpHfiRfXOd9ep4zkg2_GofbfuvepI1iH49vFT8760xroJap-Gh_GzFrSgXr7ijXO02uULuO-rkrK95cQdqKPsY2w/s1600/Tara+McPherson+Cosmo+2011+032.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRhMQty1HQd1uXQ9BK7Ur2ZDyaexqeiRcBwRON_LLc0_GhikgWOXtNpHfiRfXOd9ep4zkg2_GofbfuvepI1iH49vFT8760xroJap-Gh_GzFrSgXr7ijXO02uULuO-rkrK95cQdqKPsY2w/s320/Tara+McPherson+Cosmo+2011+032.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628261300492985250" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRhMQty1HQd1uXQ9BK7Ur2ZDyaexqeiRcBwRON_LLc0_GhikgWOXtNpHfiRfXOd9ep4zkg2_GofbfuvepI1iH49vFT8760xroJap-Gh_GzFrSgXr7ijXO02uULuO-rkrK95cQdqKPsY2w/s1600/Tara+McPherson+Cosmo+2011+032.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Jacob and Kira both picked out books and both got autographs. Kira picked her booked based on how many scary pictures there were in each book. Kira was very sweet when asking for her autograph, and even spelled her name for Tara.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ0xKCmfv8FLoAcNDHlbn-lm_-IKcK57mmXOPf90OaA9jxTvxvLDERWyn9HFX8KWwA4SuL7GjDARbN_WJTICT7DQWO5Y8Mj4MURBjxy39u0AdudlLJ4JhZzw6wbbiZxNMzYtaR2RP71Kw/s1600/Tara+McPherson+Cosmo+2011+033.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ0xKCmfv8FLoAcNDHlbn-lm_-IKcK57mmXOPf90OaA9jxTvxvLDERWyn9HFX8KWwA4SuL7GjDARbN_WJTICT7DQWO5Y8Mj4MURBjxy39u0AdudlLJ4JhZzw6wbbiZxNMzYtaR2RP71Kw/s320/Tara+McPherson+Cosmo+2011+033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628262385879256802" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ0xKCmfv8FLoAcNDHlbn-lm_-IKcK57mmXOPf90OaA9jxTvxvLDERWyn9HFX8KWwA4SuL7GjDARbN_WJTICT7DQWO5Y8Mj4MURBjxy39u0AdudlLJ4JhZzw6wbbiZxNMzYtaR2RP71Kw/s1600/Tara+McPherson+Cosmo+2011+033.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Tara made a personalized little picture for Kira. Kira, of course LOVES her book. (it is put up safely with Jacob and she can look at it with daddy)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip8pXEdShffYFFnbyJuDUE7h7_hqwV37-oYQTHVqdG8q7ZWjj-0ng9mmKelFwpiCZ12MvH2U6zDixqnP-QtFLXrSKbL3I3Qp4Zkmoubxswx9FKKzXw5XNxQ_17A2HLFbKuddA6C-k5mRU/s1600/Tara+McPherson+Cosmo+2011+020.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip8pXEdShffYFFnbyJuDUE7h7_hqwV37-oYQTHVqdG8q7ZWjj-0ng9mmKelFwpiCZ12MvH2U6zDixqnP-QtFLXrSKbL3I3Qp4Zkmoubxswx9FKKzXw5XNxQ_17A2HLFbKuddA6C-k5mRU/s320/Tara+McPherson+Cosmo+2011+020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628261294859998802" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip8pXEdShffYFFnbyJuDUE7h7_hqwV37-oYQTHVqdG8q7ZWjj-0ng9mmKelFwpiCZ12MvH2U6zDixqnP-QtFLXrSKbL3I3Qp4Zkmoubxswx9FKKzXw5XNxQ_17A2HLFbKuddA6C-k5mRU/s1600/Tara+McPherson+Cosmo+2011+020.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>She also got to make her mark - the little scribble is is covering up. She is refusing to write her name, because she can't do it perfect. (An Anderson trait all the way, my mother-in-law says Jacob was very similar and we have a nephew who has refused to do somethings until he knows he can do it)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz7Idw1MiJK-FhMUgUBboDefqRfLwYjZLikMTaVseRtds_v4H3uBF-fW5LmqQmjNSzbXKEVxdU4tCF8hkUiVpJ7eSmprJ0PlFV8aYh0sg9-PmgT8eN1MO-CgKnsHgoD4gc154-HgYrb88/s1600/Tara+McPherson+Cosmo+2011+042.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz7Idw1MiJK-FhMUgUBboDefqRfLwYjZLikMTaVseRtds_v4H3uBF-fW5LmqQmjNSzbXKEVxdU4tCF8hkUiVpJ7eSmprJ0PlFV8aYh0sg9-PmgT8eN1MO-CgKnsHgoD4gc154-HgYrb88/s320/Tara+McPherson+Cosmo+2011+042.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628262375757267842" /></a><br />And finally a picture of Kira with Jacob's job site behind her. I will have to post about that soon.</div><div><br /></div><div>It was a very fun day, we looked at couches, didn't buy any but have an idea of what we want now. No luck on the bakers rack so i bought one from Jc Pennys online. I'll have to show you pictures when it gets here because the website is not cooperating!</div><div><br /></div><div>Hope everyone is having a good summer!! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/321/07529D1FD06F19106FAB231279D31598.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>ADDED NOTE: This is the book Kira picked (<a href="http://www.taramcpherson.com/art/Merchandise/Books/Detail/C2A987/+Lonely+Heart%3A+The+Art+of+Tara+McPherson">see link</a>) </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06536715988002114218noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099087168638563878.post-68492924205183600502011-06-22T23:02:00.000-07:002011-06-23T00:18:07.593-07:00Moving, A Haircut and the Auto Collection<div>Things here at the Anderson household have been a little<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"> CRAZZZYYYYY!!! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">(yeah, like CRAZY!</span></div><div><br /></div><div>We have FINALLY found a new place to live. It hasn't hit all of our check marks BUT it hits most of them. </div><div>Likes - 3 bedroom, 2 car garage and Kira likes the stairs, 1700+ square feet</div><div>Dislikes - Not such a big yard/outside space, 2 levels.... stairs. Different ward (despite my complaints I have made some fantatic friends and Kira loves her primary!!!)</div><div><br /></div><div>So things here have been a little crazy! We signed the lease on the 10th and get the keys on the 24th. We are living amongst the boxes which are driving me and Jacob crazy but Kira seems to find fun.</div><div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih0yySKIluD2deIIhHpy1O8DigULM9e2ogXweiKaXJWpKY4_ZIpQ1d6AXMZxz1X-Ht_3xYCseDTclW12ptPlDLWGeXUkuX1946b49CBQjryQ-P3TRoL9l0xH57_NuG2ddFnG9pnGHWKM0/s1600/DSCN0279.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih0yySKIluD2deIIhHpy1O8DigULM9e2ogXweiKaXJWpKY4_ZIpQ1d6AXMZxz1X-Ht_3xYCseDTclW12ptPlDLWGeXUkuX1946b49CBQjryQ-P3TRoL9l0xH57_NuG2ddFnG9pnGHWKM0/s320/DSCN0279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621296829501828514" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih0yySKIluD2deIIhHpy1O8DigULM9e2ogXweiKaXJWpKY4_ZIpQ1d6AXMZxz1X-Ht_3xYCseDTclW12ptPlDLWGeXUkuX1946b49CBQjryQ-P3TRoL9l0xH57_NuG2ddFnG9pnGHWKM0/s1600/DSCN0279.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRoqw8fhWnFsd9Bx3KOk-Owfgv2CzkRGFoniLqBFVsuy8ddumtdIE9VcYy43KLEarSiklXgi-CJsqDD3i_XbiXo4M83JQBj47oHYubCdxxMAaY2tt9XEQtBolHMNpF4Qhob11DCG2VDk4/s1600/DSCN0277.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRoqw8fhWnFsd9Bx3KOk-Owfgv2CzkRGFoniLqBFVsuy8ddumtdIE9VcYy43KLEarSiklXgi-CJsqDD3i_XbiXo4M83JQBj47oHYubCdxxMAaY2tt9XEQtBolHMNpF4Qhob11DCG2VDk4/s320/DSCN0277.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621296816704840642" /></a></div><div>Things here are now 1000% more crazy!!! But we are close and almost there.... this process is going to last at least another 4 weeks (with unpacking) but it will be worth it.</div><div><br /></div><div>In between the packing of the boxes, our own Auntie M came up for a visit. The annual Hair Show was at the MGM and Kira and I got our hair cut for the summer....</div><div>Here are Kira's before pics...</div><div><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGdvQVDK-Gi5xnxs0y0ZVIloFOQfAglCZGXUgf8s4MnwoM3uwqyyFRJY9RTHWBBf-1D4v6Q-_uffuvzIITd-IEN3b3WWUCqtAS0SzX1ci6Q-OQ8R0VKFRkhpEF6R88tuCWVbPHYl3jUiw/s1600/DSCN0318.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGdvQVDK-Gi5xnxs0y0ZVIloFOQfAglCZGXUgf8s4MnwoM3uwqyyFRJY9RTHWBBf-1D4v6Q-_uffuvzIITd-IEN3b3WWUCqtAS0SzX1ci6Q-OQ8R0VKFRkhpEF6R88tuCWVbPHYl3jUiw/s320/DSCN0318.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621298843757145378" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP5pW8zNkfNnzUmVOK1w1XuV_rvqw71Y5c4fKKQeMuaHqW8Mm4Jx_LcHvnEkL2GlsLrCwIc1MzZfA4lMKHruA2XU9gSK5ivcILyr0xDZwgCXrKDcawm_RJgPHbV7CjlUjpshGKkXjy20c/s1600/DSCN0319.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP5pW8zNkfNnzUmVOK1w1XuV_rvqw71Y5c4fKKQeMuaHqW8Mm4Jx_LcHvnEkL2GlsLrCwIc1MzZfA4lMKHruA2XU9gSK5ivcILyr0xDZwgCXrKDcawm_RJgPHbV7CjlUjpshGKkXjy20c/s320/DSCN0319.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621298831571720226" /></a></div><div>And after a couple of long conversations and 2 inches lighter...... we have the after pics:</div><div>She loves it, I like that the curl is back and Jacob like's that it's still long</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP5pW8zNkfNnzUmVOK1w1XuV_rvqw71Y5c4fKKQeMuaHqW8Mm4Jx_LcHvnEkL2GlsLrCwIc1MzZfA4lMKHruA2XU9gSK5ivcILyr0xDZwgCXrKDcawm_RJgPHbV7CjlUjpshGKkXjy20c/s1600/DSCN0319.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMbXrXCBCPXfq8WGYofWp3JF847N1sLxGjYSyKj86i8l-ulWfuEiFbcVNPUhtzorWepP4jKDpPRBJ8Wxs3gzNyvuxqfGQD7lDoS1x34_oiIYX7joD8ogY5QGtWsDbpMWZAXM3vZuDownA/s1600/DSCN0321.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMbXrXCBCPXfq8WGYofWp3JF847N1sLxGjYSyKj86i8l-ulWfuEiFbcVNPUhtzorWepP4jKDpPRBJ8Wxs3gzNyvuxqfGQD7lDoS1x34_oiIYX7joD8ogY5QGtWsDbpMWZAXM3vZuDownA/s320/DSCN0321.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621298869057336786" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMbXrXCBCPXfq8WGYofWp3JF847N1sLxGjYSyKj86i8l-ulWfuEiFbcVNPUhtzorWepP4jKDpPRBJ8Wxs3gzNyvuxqfGQD7lDoS1x34_oiIYX7joD8ogY5QGtWsDbpMWZAXM3vZuDownA/s1600/DSCN0321.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtUnO35Zy_SjC1GiryeBe5hBfg-fZ-p6baP29N9fPkKP2X1licEE1oYYy7v6vmknoZj-sugZkaWmWc3L8lRZ9ePwWpRoMIej30zssPc8lPPlpimMHDC5QfYDhLxKHohgzsHW5Fxi1LZ6Y/s1600/DSCN0320.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtUnO35Zy_SjC1GiryeBe5hBfg-fZ-p6baP29N9fPkKP2X1licEE1oYYy7v6vmknoZj-sugZkaWmWc3L8lRZ9ePwWpRoMIej30zssPc8lPPlpimMHDC5QfYDhLxKHohgzsHW5Fxi1LZ6Y/s320/DSCN0320.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621298850231542226" /></a><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRoqw8fhWnFsd9Bx3KOk-Owfgv2CzkRGFoniLqBFVsuy8ddumtdIE9VcYy43KLEarSiklXgi-CJsqDD3i_XbiXo4M83JQBj47oHYubCdxxMAaY2tt9XEQtBolHMNpF4Qhob11DCG2VDk4/s1600/DSCN0277.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br />Lastly, the yearly tradition of the Father's Day Auto Collection. We went after church, Kira sang 'I'm so glad when daddy comes home" and another song I can't remember. She did well and stood right in front of us so we got a direct shot for her UUUUMMMMOOOAAAAEEE Kiss!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm2tAIl1m16s0lr0mOSRmm0VBBnRtnfPYio7Afo-_e5Hv7Wfhj3_Z2fip4GzIP4pJsmCQYWwvQkq-xPEcZhCk4zajA0i0DXxuGpBwkRAV5AJQYopGnhJ_pQ-pQPBOcZVS3bewj7lLUDEo/s1600/DSCN0349.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm2tAIl1m16s0lr0mOSRmm0VBBnRtnfPYio7Afo-_e5Hv7Wfhj3_Z2fip4GzIP4pJsmCQYWwvQkq-xPEcZhCk4zajA0i0DXxuGpBwkRAV5AJQYopGnhJ_pQ-pQPBOcZVS3bewj7lLUDEo/s320/DSCN0349.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621307654299692882" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm2tAIl1m16s0lr0mOSRmm0VBBnRtnfPYio7Afo-_e5Hv7Wfhj3_Z2fip4GzIP4pJsmCQYWwvQkq-xPEcZhCk4zajA0i0DXxuGpBwkRAV5AJQYopGnhJ_pQ-pQPBOcZVS3bewj7lLUDEo/s1600/DSCN0349.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid038raN1AfcM_Eet_Qp3j4tyckD5T1Nh9_kWkNxaYX_CYoynAlNzjuG9z3y2N_HPWZtB8LYvmft2CIeVQd7e2luqJvFBpeC7lTqp9PRqw5Aq0m5kf-lF_wNBUoyw6l-QLjsBoWNK-F84/s1600/DSCN0341.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid038raN1AfcM_Eet_Qp3j4tyckD5T1Nh9_kWkNxaYX_CYoynAlNzjuG9z3y2N_HPWZtB8LYvmft2CIeVQd7e2luqJvFBpeC7lTqp9PRqw5Aq0m5kf-lF_wNBUoyw6l-QLjsBoWNK-F84/s320/DSCN0341.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621307648790576050" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid038raN1AfcM_Eet_Qp3j4tyckD5T1Nh9_kWkNxaYX_CYoynAlNzjuG9z3y2N_HPWZtB8LYvmft2CIeVQd7e2luqJvFBpeC7lTqp9PRqw5Aq0m5kf-lF_wNBUoyw6l-QLjsBoWNK-F84/s1600/DSCN0341.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-M36hWlGIP-E2PQe4HD__FhQo5pMxmJDTPKq0DUAODl4xGA8xM8Xj3NDoQu8EzhveJsKrN9AHyhLfxnbCO7P_jJF0vD91PJ_lx9hMfPHbtK8ZdYKV93VguxtuMbYxnQBnEfQJ0Bosv7M/s1600/DSCN0330.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-M36hWlGIP-E2PQe4HD__FhQo5pMxmJDTPKq0DUAODl4xGA8xM8Xj3NDoQu8EzhveJsKrN9AHyhLfxnbCO7P_jJF0vD91PJ_lx9hMfPHbtK8ZdYKV93VguxtuMbYxnQBnEfQJ0Bosv7M/s320/DSCN0330.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621307645054209826" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-M36hWlGIP-E2PQe4HD__FhQo5pMxmJDTPKq0DUAODl4xGA8xM8Xj3NDoQu8EzhveJsKrN9AHyhLfxnbCO7P_jJF0vD91PJ_lx9hMfPHbtK8ZdYKV93VguxtuMbYxnQBnEfQJ0Bosv7M/s1600/DSCN0330.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1FxwB6y9OYlpzFA9fPC66AUpca5NVBKI-0G78HtnSEC2wh-Mih2EhcFj0oVjZJNBn853Owk24vCIbhKuP9bNA9GL54Udc4hFFrvPQIM_JN03tbRTHyY0uXV_qmJIbBu6hCbU_7rmukiI/s1600/DSCN0328.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1FxwB6y9OYlpzFA9fPC66AUpca5NVBKI-0G78HtnSEC2wh-Mih2EhcFj0oVjZJNBn853Owk24vCIbhKuP9bNA9GL54Udc4hFFrvPQIM_JN03tbRTHyY0uXV_qmJIbBu6hCbU_7rmukiI/s320/DSCN0328.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621307638791243346" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1FxwB6y9OYlpzFA9fPC66AUpca5NVBKI-0G78HtnSEC2wh-Mih2EhcFj0oVjZJNBn853Owk24vCIbhKuP9bNA9GL54Udc4hFFrvPQIM_JN03tbRTHyY0uXV_qmJIbBu6hCbU_7rmukiI/s1600/DSCN0328.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeXvkwkMO1RNoi1i8xY7PTheekuo6_WfWpSJ71-2ZPE2dIJt5h8RCKtkBvCH4pIheUTKsvhqmN1C4n_zCasNfPx59_GHL3BTvO53MT5kBssKeAu-3qmzKoU0N8aKYu4ufwtM7M9wZadl4/s1600/DSCN0359.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeXvkwkMO1RNoi1i8xY7PTheekuo6_WfWpSJ71-2ZPE2dIJt5h8RCKtkBvCH4pIheUTKsvhqmN1C4n_zCasNfPx59_GHL3BTvO53MT5kBssKeAu-3qmzKoU0N8aKYu4ufwtM7M9wZadl4/s320/DSCN0359.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621307633344732930" /></a><br /></div><div>I LOVE the sense of history there! The cars are beautiful yes, but just look at the car above... look at what we used to drive... look how difficult that is. Then we had a great time at the Merrill's for some pretty yummy pulled pork (my favorite!!!)</div><div><br /></div><div>So that's what's up with us... What's up with you?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/321/07529D1FD06F19106FAB231279D31598.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06536715988002114218noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099087168638563878.post-53363662929254946172011-06-11T09:17:00.000-07:002011-06-12T21:45:07.250-07:00Kira meeting Cars<div>We have famous people come and visit Vegas ALL the time and we never go and see them but when some very important celebrities came into town we had to take the time to go and see them. 'Mater, Lighting McQueen and one of the new stars of Cars 2, Finn McMissile. We had a little bit of a wait but it was worth it! Kira had a great time and she can't wait to go and see the movie in the theater (it will be her first theater movie that she will be awake for - I took her to see Enchanted when she was about 2 months old and she slept through the whole thing) </div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyJ1Zef1o3bfnwQJKsObfYkNPQq5RzA_1QwQiIzf6CFuwkgXghvbeFB7PfpZACaacjwqxnlZznPomGu2HUIsnoYVdjOJhYk82bqUtxv7OGtiTIYzeMwHmd2abNbw2KCEHX9Mt49elpD8/s1600/DSCN0271.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyJ1Zef1o3bfnwQJKsObfYkNPQq5RzA_1QwQiIzf6CFuwkgXghvbeFB7PfpZACaacjwqxnlZznPomGu2HUIsnoYVdjOJhYk82bqUtxv7OGtiTIYzeMwHmd2abNbw2KCEHX9Mt49elpD8/s320/DSCN0271.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616997997011816306" /></a><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyJ1Zef1o3bfnwQJKsObfYkNPQq5RzA_1QwQiIzf6CFuwkgXghvbeFB7PfpZACaacjwqxnlZznPomGu2HUIsnoYVdjOJhYk82bqUtxv7OGtiTIYzeMwHmd2abNbw2KCEHX9Mt49elpD8/s1600/DSCN0271.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>She had so much fun!!! Mater is probably her favorite!<br /><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyJ1Zef1o3bfnwQJKsObfYkNPQq5RzA_1QwQiIzf6CFuwkgXghvbeFB7PfpZACaacjwqxnlZznPomGu2HUIsnoYVdjOJhYk82bqUtxv7OGtiTIYzeMwHmd2abNbw2KCEHX9Mt49elpD8/s1600/DSCN0271.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_w5z1NQEy1YQQ11PlttrYoS0LqhRCtAxbzzCBSB6Gyjm83kEb18zalz8iGqwyuCGpbkfTPbb4TCkSI1ZRYekTJiJ3B43aMK-_9icBBVbIsdWmwJy_OGebZjyHZ3Hyk-5C-h8PVwUhjaI/s1600/DSCN0272.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_w5z1NQEy1YQQ11PlttrYoS0LqhRCtAxbzzCBSB6Gyjm83kEb18zalz8iGqwyuCGpbkfTPbb4TCkSI1ZRYekTJiJ3B43aMK-_9icBBVbIsdWmwJy_OGebZjyHZ3Hyk-5C-h8PVwUhjaI/s320/DSCN0272.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616997567533121506" /></a></div><div>Kira with Holly Shiftwell. - a new character in the movie</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_w5z1NQEy1YQQ11PlttrYoS0LqhRCtAxbzzCBSB6Gyjm83kEb18zalz8iGqwyuCGpbkfTPbb4TCkSI1ZRYekTJiJ3B43aMK-_9icBBVbIsdWmwJy_OGebZjyHZ3Hyk-5C-h8PVwUhjaI/s1600/DSCN0272.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpv8T4wz3e2SdPHqnLDOoyHlqL812IhCE0FHxe6gU3FEcZfgNuQUIM09o67hU-vvGVzMlRc3WJRuStSh_oh46STQre59XYBtwGN7xXpgPFPDM7_D_v4sWL1tU2YiAFEduyBY3OvyE0Wx8/s1600/DSCN0267.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpv8T4wz3e2SdPHqnLDOoyHlqL812IhCE0FHxe6gU3FEcZfgNuQUIM09o67hU-vvGVzMlRc3WJRuStSh_oh46STQre59XYBtwGN7xXpgPFPDM7_D_v4sWL1tU2YiAFEduyBY3OvyE0Wx8/s320/DSCN0267.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616997567083327634" /></a></div><div>Finn McMissile -</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpv8T4wz3e2SdPHqnLDOoyHlqL812IhCE0FHxe6gU3FEcZfgNuQUIM09o67hU-vvGVzMlRc3WJRuStSh_oh46STQre59XYBtwGN7xXpgPFPDM7_D_v4sWL1tU2YiAFEduyBY3OvyE0Wx8/s1600/DSCN0267.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ3xxtY0G4t0NasXR2fP6hLZhnUKvEyiql8HgqbXPtiPaGAq_vjNH1CQivKR-9Pjqn8MWcWp0k3mblwHRj1nqbajbAFGS0-3Ajp6j_baWmKSQlRU_XPZAm4BlAYeR674f_BANft2qsCSM/s1600/DSCN0265.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ3xxtY0G4t0NasXR2fP6hLZhnUKvEyiql8HgqbXPtiPaGAq_vjNH1CQivKR-9Pjqn8MWcWp0k3mblwHRj1nqbajbAFGS0-3Ajp6j_baWmKSQlRU_XPZAm4BlAYeR674f_BANft2qsCSM/s320/DSCN0265.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616997555277674466" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ3xxtY0G4t0NasXR2fP6hLZhnUKvEyiql8HgqbXPtiPaGAq_vjNH1CQivKR-9Pjqn8MWcWp0k3mblwHRj1nqbajbAFGS0-3Ajp6j_baWmKSQlRU_XPZAm4BlAYeR674f_BANft2qsCSM/s1600/DSCN0265.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Lighting McQueen!!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEQsOqkUJ4QhGVI-2QMSA7JOLOBYbQkQR98uW4_r-wyRpelNucFuFzrlDudsYMFwBczcPiN7dDa5WeNxnbKFDnM02mCNLIm9RErOdVdpoQABqj7_G9nkK1Ks0vJcmcyGvMyPUcaPj8UXI/s1600/DSCN0259.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEQsOqkUJ4QhGVI-2QMSA7JOLOBYbQkQR98uW4_r-wyRpelNucFuFzrlDudsYMFwBczcPiN7dDa5WeNxnbKFDnM02mCNLIm9RErOdVdpoQABqj7_G9nkK1Ks0vJcmcyGvMyPUcaPj8UXI/s320/DSCN0259.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616997551651294754" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEQsOqkUJ4QhGVI-2QMSA7JOLOBYbQkQR98uW4_r-wyRpelNucFuFzrlDudsYMFwBczcPiN7dDa5WeNxnbKFDnM02mCNLIm9RErOdVdpoQABqj7_G9nkK1Ks0vJcmcyGvMyPUcaPj8UXI/s1600/DSCN0259.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>This is her while we were in line. She was super excited and very well behaved. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/321/07529D1FD06F19106FAB231279D31598.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06536715988002114218noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099087168638563878.post-48110116594060254372011-05-31T09:08:00.000-07:002011-06-04T09:47:03.332-07:00Update<div>It's been a while since we just did a general update. Things at the Anderson house has been a little crazy for us. We have put in our 60 - yes 60 day notice at our apartment. We are looking for a house to move into. It's been a little bit of a struggle since apparently the Las Vegas market is one of considerable speed. Basically no one wants to talk to me until we are two weeks out. </div><div>We are not sure if we are going to be in the same ward (as our ward takes up about 2 square miles) There are few houses in our boundaries that are 1 - in our budget and 2 - meet the qualifications we want (namely a 2 car garage and at least 3 bedrooms) </div><div><br /></div><div>I will be calling someone on the 9th and get things started! Wish us luck and good fortune please!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>In anticipation for our move, Jacob got a little house warming gift for us....... We have a family date night on paydays to Sams Club. We eat cheap pizza or hotdogs, drink large sodas and then shop.... for the past 3 trips we have seen a grill. It's a pretty nice one but it was returned and all the sticker said was "damaged or missing parts". The first time we went it was 98 bucks.... and we thought without knowing what was wrong with it, it wasn't worth the 98 bucks to see. The same happened on the next trip. This past trip though we walked by the clerance isle again. I have never had a lot of luck in Sam's clearance but I still think it's worth checking.... and this is what we found...</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF4QhKPhRDUW2GlRvuFUSdEsxqPW60B4Hq1u3GrVF5bFDtJ-xC6L-Ak1o1dM13gcHu7qbqcE8_SNo4HaesbG-_WZpF4VCwA88NVuX8kHNJekziks7jfBZmly0gOzO8Cfh6SDHKvWFi5TE/s1600/bbq+grill+027crop.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF4QhKPhRDUW2GlRvuFUSdEsxqPW60B4Hq1u3GrVF5bFDtJ-xC6L-Ak1o1dM13gcHu7qbqcE8_SNo4HaesbG-_WZpF4VCwA88NVuX8kHNJekziks7jfBZmly0gOzO8Cfh6SDHKvWFi5TE/s320/bbq+grill+027crop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612915853568808674" /></a><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF4QhKPhRDUW2GlRvuFUSdEsxqPW60B4Hq1u3GrVF5bFDtJ-xC6L-Ak1o1dM13gcHu7qbqcE8_SNo4HaesbG-_WZpF4VCwA88NVuX8kHNJekziks7jfBZmly0gOzO8Cfh6SDHKvWFi5TE/s1600/bbq+grill+027crop.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>For 40 bucks we thought - okay, let's chance it. Jacob knows a lot of welders though his job so missing legs, or handles could be remedied with some welding and a piece of metal. Screws are easy to find etc. SO we bought it.... and he put it together with a little help from Kira. Turns out there was a dent on the right side.... but with all that auto body work Jacob has done, he got it all worked out and you can barely tell.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTkxIC11fkcQXJJVs0LpyTJwi0etIOk1y27wdbPaAhK_80lllRyNdxEPaF5dtxUA2vuvyixycNfM8_aq33EPnF0_vS5s6cmXKzJk4ZY_48y82sM2CicuDCrhIhTKEqLEG74pxnU3QEpnc/s1600/bbq+grill+021+crop.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTkxIC11fkcQXJJVs0LpyTJwi0etIOk1y27wdbPaAhK_80lllRyNdxEPaF5dtxUA2vuvyixycNfM8_aq33EPnF0_vS5s6cmXKzJk4ZY_48y82sM2CicuDCrhIhTKEqLEG74pxnU3QEpnc/s320/bbq+grill+021+crop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612915842713800930" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTkxIC11fkcQXJJVs0LpyTJwi0etIOk1y27wdbPaAhK_80lllRyNdxEPaF5dtxUA2vuvyixycNfM8_aq33EPnF0_vS5s6cmXKzJk4ZY_48y82sM2CicuDCrhIhTKEqLEG74pxnU3QEpnc/s1600/bbq+grill+021+crop.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>It's currently living in our dining room until we can find a place with a back yard (or in actual terms a piece of dirt about 16 feet by 20 feet that the people of Las Vegas call a back yeard) I am looking forward to some yummy food.</div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZEo2ciqiw-dYaeqAhavQqjtQoaWWRBuSMolxM7hyphenhyphenEWmyEHtXtlV_m00EvjAIaIUxRZ-wLMG5zAa8pbng7Z59R73hcm2z58qzokC-LAePeNZt-b80nu8Mc27OIb1q60dEP1yOkZHJvzV8/s1600/bbq+grill+015.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZEo2ciqiw-dYaeqAhavQqjtQoaWWRBuSMolxM7hyphenhyphenEWmyEHtXtlV_m00EvjAIaIUxRZ-wLMG5zAa8pbng7Z59R73hcm2z58qzokC-LAePeNZt-b80nu8Mc27OIb1q60dEP1yOkZHJvzV8/s320/bbq+grill+015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612915837310104002" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZEo2ciqiw-dYaeqAhavQqjtQoaWWRBuSMolxM7hyphenhyphenEWmyEHtXtlV_m00EvjAIaIUxRZ-wLMG5zAa8pbng7Z59R73hcm2z58qzokC-LAePeNZt-b80nu8Mc27OIb1q60dEP1yOkZHJvzV8/s1600/bbq+grill+015.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Here is the Boppa enjoying the fruits of her labors - which included handing pieces of metal to Jacob and holding his screwdriver for him... but she LOVES it!!!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguDuWqlQqU8yyDFwwZJ335qp8oJOQU9kgLN7SfBt-RCh307uKKLzLaiYa3CzdOPmkJrT4njtxi8Q3UUU4v5Ins9RbGgnxhalUwXiD6emkZDxBFNY3abtaywZkW9ZFB0kt82Smf0VCqbxE/s1600/bbq+grill+023.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguDuWqlQqU8yyDFwwZJ335qp8oJOQU9kgLN7SfBt-RCh307uKKLzLaiYa3CzdOPmkJrT4njtxi8Q3UUU4v5Ins9RbGgnxhalUwXiD6emkZDxBFNY3abtaywZkW9ZFB0kt82Smf0VCqbxE/s320/bbq+grill+023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612915832292651106" /></a></div><div>This is a picture of an attempt to do a cute hair do... but it didn't quite work out like I planned. Her hair only likes to do a few things and being held up by Boppy pins is not one of them. But she liked it and we will try something again soon. </div><div><br /></div><div>She is doing fantastically. She is, as always, a lot of work. She is SUPER smart and learning to read (I think she has memorized the books we are working on so I'm waiting a day or two between sessions.... I mean it's good that she's memorized sight words but it doesn't do any good if she can't sound out the new ones) Anyway.</div><div><br /></div><div>We just got done with sports class, that she loved, even though they don't hand out candy at the end of class. The summer it looks like we won't be doing much. The center is over booked with summer stuff for kids whose parents work so there is no space for the little ones during the summer. We are thinking about enrolling her in soccer come the fall. It's what she has chosen and she is very excited about this prospect.</div><div><br /></div><div>She is loving sunbeams and loving singing time with Sister Bootkey (Guetke). She loves her new Sunbeam teachers and enjoys sustaining all those who get new callings on Sunday. We are working on her reverence during sacrament but she is improving. </div><div><br /></div><div>If she had her way she would skip her 4th birthday and go straight to being 5. She can't wait to go to school.... which maybe a problem here in Vegas. (Rumors are kindergarden classes are going to be full - so I'm contemplating homeschooling.... we'll see) </div><div><br /></div><div>As for me, I am waiting to hear back from the cat scan place about my next scan. I still don't know if I should hope for no growth or hope the little thing has grown so they can take it out. It's hard to say really, especially because we will be moving in June so having to pay for and plan a surgery doesn't sound like so much fun for me. I have been released from primary, which I was so totally sad about but actually really enjoying Relief Society. I miss the kids but love the spirit I have been feeling there and know it's exactly what I need right now. No news on the baby front until the cat scan is done so once that is done and we know what's up we can start planning Anderson Baby 2 (or 9 depending on how you look at it)</div><div><br /></div><div>Jacob has been working like a dog. He's worked many a 6 day week. ALL DAY! I know I sure miss him. I sometimes feel like a single mom. I know I'm not but sometimes he home long enough to eat dinner, bathe Kira, read scriptures, say prayers and fall asleep in front of the tv. He does love his job, which makes me happy. He's excited about his bbq and wants to attach a smoker to it.... we'll see...</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, we hope you are all well and I may not post again until we move. We will see how crazy it get's around here.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguDuWqlQqU8yyDFwwZJ335qp8oJOQU9kgLN7SfBt-RCh307uKKLzLaiYa3CzdOPmkJrT4njtxi8Q3UUU4v5Ins9RbGgnxhalUwXiD6emkZDxBFNY3abtaywZkW9ZFB0kt82Smf0VCqbxE/s1600/bbq+grill+023.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/321/07529D1FD06F19106FAB231279D31598.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06536715988002114218noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099087168638563878.post-5634022059784961032011-05-18T00:55:00.000-07:002011-05-28T08:52:48.356-07:00Life is Fragile<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7kjcNqzrRhNsF5rTxHO5ba3KeT6vGK8ec4OGD7d7W-lihcxP4B7ToD32PSQv4gMRjMvbCobmE3Miqx5XyRfE6vwwCobok8Cofqalqpyh9g-PImv0lM-u8qhAFmVc7qqgtS9GyS2jZwcA/s1600/slideshow+022_filtered.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7kjcNqzrRhNsF5rTxHO5ba3KeT6vGK8ec4OGD7d7W-lihcxP4B7ToD32PSQv4gMRjMvbCobmE3Miqx5XyRfE6vwwCobok8Cofqalqpyh9g-PImv0lM-u8qhAFmVc7qqgtS9GyS2jZwcA/s320/slideshow+022_filtered.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611568314076588386" /></a><br /><div>As i was sitting down last Sunday night to a little Larkrise to Candleford, season 2, I got a call on my cell. It was 10:45pm and I thought, "who could this be" and my dear friend Korie's name popped up on the screen. I wondered why she was calling me so late, especially because she would have just gotten home from her week long vacation in Washington D.C. but I was glad to hear from her anyway. </div><div>It turned out that it was her husband. Who called to tell me that she had collapsed at the airport here in Vegas while on a layover. To make a long story short Korie had to have a triple by-pass surgery this past Monday. She is recovering well and is expected to be back to her ole' self soon.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am so grateful that everything worked out and that I get to keep one of my best friends for a while. However, it got me thinking how much we take for granted every single day. What happened to Korie was obviously unexpected and happened at what was probably *almost* the worse time possible... on vacation... out of town. What it really has shown me is that I need to do better. My last post was about sacrificing for the things I want, and then I went back to drinking Mt. Dew... (I have been pretty good about walking still) and then Korie went and had a heart attack in one of the busiest airports in the west. </div><div><br /></div><div>It solidified to me that we really need to take advantage of every single day and every single minute we have. All I could think Monday, while she was intubated and sedated was that I really didn't want to lose her. She is one of my oldest friends, I was a bridesmaid at her wedding, she helped me with mine. She loves my daughter like a niece, my Kira loves her like an aunt. She is part of my life and I don't know what I would have done losing my grandma and one of my best friends in less than 1 year. I also thought - man - how could this happen to someone so young? What would happen if this happened to me or Jacob? What would I have done? I don't know the answers to those questions but what I have learned is that we have to take advantage of little kisses on your cheek, the smiles of our children, holding hands with the man that you love. </div><div>You may not have tomorrow to do it. </div><div><br /></div><div>It may seem like this is a little contrary to my last post but it's not. I'm willing to sacrifice and give effort to the things that are important to me. One of which is getting healthy again. Because if I do, then I am not guaranteed to have another day but at least I would have a better chance at having another day to cuddle with my Boppa or share a laugh with the man that I love and who adores me despite my flaws. </div><div><br /></div><div>Korie will get better and I will too. I am writing this so you can start thinking about what's really REALLY important. How are we choosing to spend our time? What could we be doing with our time? My sister is great with her time, I am not. SO I'm going to try to be more like my sister, I'm going to try to me more like my aunt, my mom, my *other* mom. I'm going to try to be more like who I know I can be. The person our Heavenly Father knows I can be. Sometimes I will fail, sometimes I will waste a day or an hour here or there but as long as I strive to be better then eventually it will happen. To quote the lady of the week, "When you know better, you do better" (Oprah, who might have gotten it from someone else) I know better.... now I need to do better. I won't do it on my own, I will need help, a patience from myself, from Jacob, from Kira, from my other family members, from my friends and from my Heavenly Father... but I will get there. </div><div><br /></div><div> - so, if you are still reading this ramble, I thank you and hope that I have made you start thinking about the things that are really important in your life and focus on those things so that if any day were your last day, it wouldn't be a wasteful one. -</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/321/07529D1FD06F19106FAB231279D31598.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06536715988002114218noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099087168638563878.post-83082085559723973952011-05-08T22:07:00.000-07:002011-05-13T21:57:57.036-07:00Sacrifice and Effort - Effort and Sacrifice<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I have been contemplating whether or not I should write about my Saturday. I don't usually use this forum to talk about my spiritual life. I posted my testimony a couple of weeks ago but that was about it. It's not a part of my life that I really spend that much time on actually. Which I guess is why I want to write about it. this past Saturday, our stake did a Relief Society Social. We got to listen to 5 different speakers talk about different aspects of our life as it relates to the gospel. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">The keynote speaker was our Stake President. It's the first time i saw him, because last Stake Conference I laid in bed while Jacob took Kira with him.... He talked about how well we were doing as women, wives and mothers and then he asked what I think is a very important question that I don't think I ever pondered before. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Here it is: "Are we taking advantage of all the gospel blessings there are available for us?" Now, I'm pretty sure I have heard this question before but this is the first time I really pondered what that meant. On the heals of getting an euphony at the temple the week before, it really struck me. I have not been really shy about us trying to have Anderson baby number 2, and the challenges we have had with it. I think I have left out some of the gorier aspects, but overall I have been pretty open about it. Why am I bringing it up in relation to this question? One because it's on my mind often. I feel like sometimes it's all I think about and Two, because children are blessings and a blessing I want again, so what do I have to do to get this blessing?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Is it as simple as doing those basic things - reading my scriptures, praying on my own, not just as a family? Fasting? Cause I don't do those things. Some of those things seem impossible to me. And maybe it is as simple as doing these things... I know that doing these things won't heal my body but how will putting God and our Savior first change my life? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">It's odd that I have been a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints since I was 8, been going since birth and I'm just now thinking about this? WHY has it taken me so long? I think part of it was the past year, the question of my faith... is it all true? I now know (again) that it's true and now I want to take advantage of those blessings. So how do I do this?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">It's a complicated answer to a pretty uncomplicated question, I need to do these things, these basic things that we talked about in primary every week, these things that I have done sporadically throughout my life to differing degrees. I need to read scriptures on my own, I need to have my individual prayers and let God help me through this because he wants to help me but I need to be humble enough to ask and accept this help. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Funnily enough the other ways to achieve this goal, the goal of claiming all these blessings came through 3 of the other classes. One was given by a sweet older man who cried more than us women did. He said two things that really stuck with me... 1 - Find out who the LORD wants us to be.... and 2 - Things happen in the LORD'S due time. Not ours. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">There is a reason this baby hasn't come yet. I don't know what that reason is. I don't know that I will ever know for sure, but I have the faith to do the things I need to do. Go to the Dr and million and a half times, exercise, learn how to eat right, drink that totally Kisskusting (disgusting in Kira talk) stuff so I can get another expensive cat-scan, sacrifice my time to things I may not want to do but should do simply because it is asked of me by my Heavenly Father who has given me so much. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Another answer came to me on Saturday - What is another way to take advantage of all the gospel blessings that are available for us? ANSWER: Modesty - boring right?- that's what I thought too but alas, I did learn something I had never thought about before. I'm a modest person, partly because I'm so darn fat and I don't want people to see more of me that necessary, but also because it is asked of my by the Lord. He has asked me to give up cute little sun-dresses that I would by 1000 of if I could so as to not be so HOT in Vegas. But He has asked us to be modest in dress... but this is the kicker... He has also asked us to be modest in thought and speech and action. I don't know why things hit my last Saturday in a way they haven't before but it struck me... what does it mean to be modest in speech? What does it mean to be modest in action? How can I learn to be these things? I don't totally have the answers to all of these questions BUT some of it is not gossiping, not thinking bad thought about people. I'm a generally a non-judgmental person. Certain situations in my youth taught me pretty quickly how painful gossip, ridicule and judgement can hurt others. But there are some things I have forgotten. Am I modest in speech? I don't know honestly, but it's something I'm going to try to do and hopefully be. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">And the other answer I got on Saturday was - oddly enough (or maybe not) in a class about reading our scriptures. The man who taught this class said the following, "Too many of us are living on a plateau and living the lesser portion of the world. It takes effort and sacrifice." And appropriately enough, it was in this last class that I got, not all the answers that I needed, but enough answers to continue in this journey of life. It's also interesting to me that this answer was also part of the epiphany I had in the temple the weekend before. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">SACRIFICE</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> & </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">EFFORT. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">What are we willing to sacrifice for the Lord? What am I willing to sacrifice to "Take advantage of all the gospel blessings there are available for us?" Well, I'm going to find out. So far it's little things, some silly, like giving up my games on Facebook... and guess what, it gives me more time to clean my house and spend with my Boppa-lou-lou. It makes my house a nicer place for my husband to come home to because I actually got off my butt and did something........ I still have a long way to go, I can still waste time on the Internet as well as the next person AND it's just the first step in many to get to the point where I want to be. But this sacrifice and a little bit of effort is just the first step of many I am willing to take. I don't know what all those sacrifices will be, worldly things of that I'm sure. And </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I'm sure I will never fully get there, I am only human but I know a big part of my journey involves the Lord. I have been having a hard time with this whole new "diet" thing, but i have found if I do my part, the Lord has helped me this week not crave the Mt. Dew... again silly. But a testament to me that if I do my part He will make up the rest (I will still partake on occasion but it's not something I should be drinking everyday). If I turn my troubles, these baby troubles, my parenting troubles, my troubles with my ward, over to Him, He will help me... all I have to do and all you have to do (if you are reading this) is ask and be humble enough to listen. Do I think this will guarantee me a baby - maybe not in the way I was expecting (i.e giving birth to the cute little thing) but I will get him. Of this I have NO DOUBT! </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I hope this rambling and no pictures has helped at least the one of you who read (I'm pretty sure only one person actually reads this thing anymore anyway) And if not, at least this will help me come and be reassured of the new direction my path has taken.</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>p.s - I don't know why the font changes half way through my post - that's just blogger for ya!</div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/321/07529D1FD06F19106FAB231279D31598.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06536715988002114218noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099087168638563878.post-61333449952580045122011-05-06T10:33:00.000-07:002011-05-07T17:29:37.504-07:00The blessings of great womenIt's Mother's Day weekend... so as my Flashback <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Friday/ Saturday I</span> thought I would honor my "mothers" <div>Ms. Clinton popularized the phrase, "It takes a village to raise a child" and while I'm not a fan of hers I really have come to believe it.</div><div><br /></div><div>My mom is a great mom, she was always supportive of us and what we wanted to do in life, she showed us how to love and never ever made us feel bad about ourselves. And I'm not taking anything away from how she raised us and loved us but as we all know we learn things from different people and there were a lot of lessons I learned from those who have been a big part of my life. So I'm going to talk about them as well as my mom. My mom was one of those mothers when I was little that would sit down on the ground with you and play in the dirt if you asked her too, she was never too busy for a hug or if you needed to talk about life. Now as a grandma she does the same thing, she is SO involved in not just Kira's life but my niece and nephews too. When I talk to her she is always telling me about what Austin or Mikey said on the phone to her the day before or some picture of Tater-tot (that's not her real name but I love it) that my sister sent (these are my sister's kids) and she does the same with Kira. My mom will just call to talk to Kira and Kira LOVES it, whenever she's bored she says, "let's talk to Gram-Jan, I want to call her" <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Thanks Mom. I love you!</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>I know from how she talks that that was not the way she was raised. My grandmother (her mother) was a more, how do I put this, not really at arm's length but just sort of separated I guess you can say. She loved her kids, but she was an only child and i don't think had a lot of interaction with young kids. She was a great mom too, just in a different way. She was very supportive of her kids too and was a great grandma to us. (Even though sometimes I would be afraid of her when she would glare at us with her head tilted down over her glasses) As I got older and spent more time with her I realized what a sweet and genuine lady she was. She fought cancer for 15+ years and took care of my ailing grandfather during one of her cancer free periods. She has taught me perseverance and patience. When my grandpa passed away she didn't hide in a hole she got out and saw the world, went on cruises and had fun. One of my favorite times in my life was the 3 weeks we spend in England together with my mom, sister and friends. We just had a blast!!!<br /><br /></div><div>The other lady in this picture (other than my sister and me) is my great-grandma. I know I have talked about this before but I was lucky enough to not only have all my grandparent's growing up but also my great-grandparents. And boy did they love us! My great-grandma or as we called her "Dede" was a pretty tough woman. She was little but TOUGH!! I can't imagine what it must have been like to lose your husband to pneumonia having to raise an 8 year old daughter in 1938. But she did it and did it well. Dede loved her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">grandkids</span> and her great-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">grandkids</span>. She had a great sense of humor. I miss her.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-vLhDcSZj39CYJkbn1AL9Ktta98CoMMlwtJSx3Bwhv_kSlqvex8hMNw1gv1PZvzrfn64qLTB9vVjkldNrgLhXpumZRdv6fQEEhjxaAwB5tFl6QK5UPqjVFKZtRQxU4ayyF5gIZJdFSSI/s1600/The+Brock+Women.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-vLhDcSZj39CYJkbn1AL9Ktta98CoMMlwtJSx3Bwhv_kSlqvex8hMNw1gv1PZvzrfn64qLTB9vVjkldNrgLhXpumZRdv6fQEEhjxaAwB5tFl6QK5UPqjVFKZtRQxU4ayyF5gIZJdFSSI/s320/The+Brock+Women.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603683603360979602" /></a><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-vLhDcSZj39CYJkbn1AL9Ktta98CoMMlwtJSx3Bwhv_kSlqvex8hMNw1gv1PZvzrfn64qLTB9vVjkldNrgLhXpumZRdv6fQEEhjxaAwB5tFl6QK5UPqjVFKZtRQxU4ayyF5gIZJdFSSI/s1600/The+Brock+Women.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>(from left to right: My Mom, Me on her lap, Dede, My Grandma, my sister on her lap)</div><div>picture taken sometime in late 1980/early 81<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-vLhDcSZj39CYJkbn1AL9Ktta98CoMMlwtJSx3Bwhv_kSlqvex8hMNw1gv1PZvzrfn64qLTB9vVjkldNrgLhXpumZRdv6fQEEhjxaAwB5tFl6QK5UPqjVFKZtRQxU4ayyF5gIZJdFSSI/s1600/The+Brock+Women.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>This is my dad's side of the family.... with my mom second from the left. These ladies are my aunt Cheryl on left, my mom, my grandma and my Aunt Michelle. My mom had no sisters of her own growing up but got them through marriage... and friendship.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwBm4FLIRj6oiwcQnrKtalupNAXj9ZxvZm9JYLe8e8XUWWCi0uxuwP-B9K6vUrczqymAXuirLCaHJ1nJAvURbKGrZvscRIoMs23by3Wi2n5KDz2xwL-owX4GnCxSh_6yvq_v8KaCfesqY/s1600/Winfrey+Ladies.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwBm4FLIRj6oiwcQnrKtalupNAXj9ZxvZm9JYLe8e8XUWWCi0uxuwP-B9K6vUrczqymAXuirLCaHJ1nJAvURbKGrZvscRIoMs23by3Wi2n5KDz2xwL-owX4GnCxSh_6yvq_v8KaCfesqY/s320/Winfrey+Ladies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603676385797543458" /></a><div>These ladies have been just as instrumental in my life as the ladies above. Cheryl has taught me kindness and perseverance. When she first joined our family I was little taken aback. We were living in South <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Afrika</span> when my Uncle started dating her and we came home on home-leave and there she was, just appeared out of what seemed to be no where, or at least that's what it seemed like to my 9 year old brain. But over the years she has become a real part of my family, she helped throw my baby-shower for Kira and it was SO fun and SO great, it was then I really knew that she thought of me as a niece and loved me that same way. I am thankful for her love and support and grateful to call her my aunt.</div><div><br /></div><div>I already talked about my mom, so I'll skip her.... LOVE YOU MOM!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Those who read my blog, not sure how many there are really, but those who do will remember <a href="http://andtennille.blogspot.com/2010/06/freda-allene-winfrey.html">this post </a> that I wrote last year. My grandma was pretty fantastic. She took me in at 18, helped me with school, money, and whatever else comes with an 18 year old. She loved us <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">grandkids</span> and her family and only wanted what was best for us. Read that link, it will tell you how I feel about her. This is the first mother's day of my life without my grandma. I miss her. I wish I could be there with my family as they visit her grave tomorrow. My life wouldn't be what it is today without her. I miss you Gram. </div><div><br /></div><div>Then there is Auntie M.... she is my dad's twin and is the only aunt that is actually blood related to me. Crazy as she was she took me in at 18 too (I went to Seattle first before I lived with my grandma in California) She found me a job, dealt with my insurance, finding a car, dealing with it being stolen. Going to court and fighting for me, finding me a new car and then just the everyday day stuff of me being 18, feeling lost and throwing tantrums..... Once I decided the sun was better for me than the rain I missed her. She loves me, she teaches me every day. She loves Kira, she is so giving. I'm so thankful for her as well. Like I said above, there are lessons that your parents teach you and there are lessons that someone else has to teach you. She has taught me a lot of those lessons. I love you "M"!</div><div><br /></div><div>The last lady I want to write about, I don't think I have a picture of, except from my huge wedding party one.... My "Aunt" Ginny. I'm using the ""'s because she's not actually my aunt. We aren't related at all. She is my mom's best friend and currently lives in England. We meet her in South <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Afrika</span>, one of the only women that would speak to my mother at church when we lived there. They became instant friends and she became a big part of my life. She has taught be the lessons of sacrifice, faith, determination and love. There is a special place in my heart for this lady who I hardly ever see. (Last time was when I got married almost 7 years ago) But I often think about her and the lessons she has taught me over the years. I often wonder what she would say about certain circumstances in my life, like my health and my ward...(the ones about my ward make me giggle... cause she's pretty feisty!)</div><div><br /></div><div> My Heavenly Father has blessed me with women both strong in the gospel and strong in their individual faiths. MOST of my family is either no active in our church or just not <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">LDS</span>... but these women have ALL taught me something of gospel principles whether they meant to or not. They have shown me the rewards of patience, perseverance, unconditional love, faith, service, charity and I could go on and on. This doesn't even include my mother-in-law who has got to be one of the <b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">BEST</span></i></b> women I know.... She is fantastic and I am thankful for her everyday of my life. I miss talking to her everyday or a couple of times a week like I used to when Jacob and I were dating and just married (she's not a great phone talker, she doesn't hear well if she can't also read your lips) She is just as responsible for these life lessons.</div><div><br /></div><div>I could really go on and on and on about fantastic women in my life. I did my friend post a couple of weeks ago... all those women could be included in this post too. So I think I will end here, because this could potentially be the longest post every, with a Thank you to my Heavenly Father for placing me in the family he did, for the lessons I have learned from each one of these women, for the love I have felt my <i><b>whole life</b></i> from all of these women. I truly am blessed. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwBm4FLIRj6oiwcQnrKtalupNAXj9ZxvZm9JYLe8e8XUWWCi0uxuwP-B9K6vUrczqymAXuirLCaHJ1nJAvURbKGrZvscRIoMs23by3Wi2n5KDz2xwL-owX4GnCxSh_6yvq_v8KaCfesqY/s1600/Winfrey+Ladies.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/321/07529D1FD06F19106FAB231279D31598.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06536715988002114218noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099087168638563878.post-36022839515733579852011-04-28T20:56:00.000-07:002011-04-28T21:12:27.695-07:00Thankful Thursday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguaR7oCoqq_FiGi8gcU6T0ooCSdcy5J1oDEu73Jeixa4J9rwxOqWCsT7ubWLI_KMNdAl50YL0wtt0llUT_nBvC2kd6RssIDZnvlPeF6RyoCunwvGxDD3j58NtaXM3iQIy0xZOGzGf-p4Q/s1600/2943_46.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguaR7oCoqq_FiGi8gcU6T0ooCSdcy5J1oDEu73Jeixa4J9rwxOqWCsT7ubWLI_KMNdAl50YL0wtt0llUT_nBvC2kd6RssIDZnvlPeF6RyoCunwvGxDD3j58NtaXM3iQIy0xZOGzGf-p4Q/s320/2943_46.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600851246492600818" /></a><br /><div>This may seem an odd one to anyone who doesn't know us well. But today i am Thankful for my car. I <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">LOVE</span> my car!!!</div><div> People can say what they like about it, "it looks like a toaster, or a school bus" but I LOVE so many things about it...</div><div>-good gas milage</div><div>-the color</div><div>- it's really roomy</div><div>- it's paid off</div><div>- it just looks cool</div><div><br /></div><div>I am SO thankful that we have a car that is reliable and gets us to where we need to be with no worries. I LOVE this car!!!<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/321/07529D1FD06F19106FAB231279D31598.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06536715988002114218noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099087168638563878.post-56540019956990332602011-04-26T23:42:00.000-07:002011-04-27T13:53:59.713-07:00Easter MornSo, I emailed the Easter Bunny and told him that Kira would be down at her cousins this Easter and he didn't fail to deliver!!! <div>We headed down to Cali on Friday, luckily Jacob got out of work early and we were ready to go, so we headed out about 2:30ish.... </div><div>We got down there in good time about 6:30ish and meet and the house. And then off we went to Miguel Jr's. (our new California tradition)</div><div>We enjoyed our "Mexican Food" and then Sabrina and I decided to help out the Easter Bunny a little and hit Kohls and Toys R Us.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiimJvEqDf8NFFguy41-6zdTiABsNj14K5lhdCFUxaNC4k_3Jd9essNrnurT7Csf6v2sdfL51PWmwFau7IIMFXMUA51hyphenhyphenM5I2_YnNU_cn0IV8iqHoaJ6K521U-1kMs_jWTsuUsfgXhZx00/s1600/Easter+2011+006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiimJvEqDf8NFFguy41-6zdTiABsNj14K5lhdCFUxaNC4k_3Jd9essNrnurT7Csf6v2sdfL51PWmwFau7IIMFXMUA51hyphenhyphenM5I2_YnNU_cn0IV8iqHoaJ6K521U-1kMs_jWTsuUsfgXhZx00/s320/Easter+2011+006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600363581888511906" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiimJvEqDf8NFFguy41-6zdTiABsNj14K5lhdCFUxaNC4k_3Jd9essNrnurT7Csf6v2sdfL51PWmwFau7IIMFXMUA51hyphenhyphenM5I2_YnNU_cn0IV8iqHoaJ6K521U-1kMs_jWTsuUsfgXhZx00/s1600/Easter+2011+006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>The cousins playing a home-made board game<br /><br /></div><div>On Saturday the guys took the kids to their ward's Easter Party. While Sabrina and I hit Zumba.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikH31vSZJvkJ-wHcuPt_hgQ_rdYoAzFndlwnPIVqpuSp_FIkz64_t22CdIpDOvElmjDD15mAjKcbssc8fayW_-M5aorOyt_wEfVvHbXQK7Vw1lGz3H1IneE6AB6XpT4CFfYq7z-_kKRe4/s1600/Easter+2011+015.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikH31vSZJvkJ-wHcuPt_hgQ_rdYoAzFndlwnPIVqpuSp_FIkz64_t22CdIpDOvElmjDD15mAjKcbssc8fayW_-M5aorOyt_wEfVvHbXQK7Vw1lGz3H1IneE6AB6XpT4CFfYq7z-_kKRe4/s320/Easter+2011+015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600363585972343650" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikH31vSZJvkJ-wHcuPt_hgQ_rdYoAzFndlwnPIVqpuSp_FIkz64_t22CdIpDOvElmjDD15mAjKcbssc8fayW_-M5aorOyt_wEfVvHbXQK7Vw1lGz3H1IneE6AB6XpT4CFfYq7z-_kKRe4/s1600/Easter+2011+015.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Before breakfast<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGHVPnImSXuTjU4SJhiaJA7QTQtLEf7HoStWv8X0ivdIcrPX3mbx0bcfd3mOqvgF1TP3bdAqbxBL9qj7_9vhq7t1_MRg8GXijpBUcIhsVHGutW56L1jXD2bZTou5H4NDglOjG1KYlSL5E/s1600/Easter+2011+016.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGHVPnImSXuTjU4SJhiaJA7QTQtLEf7HoStWv8X0ivdIcrPX3mbx0bcfd3mOqvgF1TP3bdAqbxBL9qj7_9vhq7t1_MRg8GXijpBUcIhsVHGutW56L1jXD2bZTou5H4NDglOjG1KYlSL5E/s320/Easter+2011+016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600363594280553970" /></a></div><div>On the "hunt"</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGHVPnImSXuTjU4SJhiaJA7QTQtLEf7HoStWv8X0ivdIcrPX3mbx0bcfd3mOqvgF1TP3bdAqbxBL9qj7_9vhq7t1_MRg8GXijpBUcIhsVHGutW56L1jXD2bZTou5H4NDglOjG1KYlSL5E/s1600/Easter+2011+016.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibyP6XIWB3P8b_V7lzkaN9CDf5ERixzMyyvKL1eZC-8AV0sb8WUbzsK0BygwdjXWaAsdJASvT9XO5bX_4r7I-MPYb-KcG3ZlSWGtgIig6h-gaRQbWSTRfrI5l3s80BlbXrX0FRbxaOfpc/s1600/Easter+2011+019.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibyP6XIWB3P8b_V7lzkaN9CDf5ERixzMyyvKL1eZC-8AV0sb8WUbzsK0BygwdjXWaAsdJASvT9XO5bX_4r7I-MPYb-KcG3ZlSWGtgIig6h-gaRQbWSTRfrI5l3s80BlbXrX0FRbxaOfpc/s320/Easter+2011+019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600363603265200178" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibyP6XIWB3P8b_V7lzkaN9CDf5ERixzMyyvKL1eZC-8AV0sb8WUbzsK0BygwdjXWaAsdJASvT9XO5bX_4r7I-MPYb-KcG3ZlSWGtgIig6h-gaRQbWSTRfrI5l3s80BlbXrX0FRbxaOfpc/s1600/Easter+2011+019.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Scavenging for eggs (her first real egg hunt)<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVCzDeMJnaWZSEc5c0kmyBPX_D4r3y2B9-k6YA9Kd1Czy8-Wv5tlT9-LMQZKKnFUH5PHRhyQAtR9DQm-GqFofaAKxW3iU9CdkZEfpwVjp49uQLGj2tbmQaWzUhP9UNVij3DFWPfNhRq1Q/s1600/Easter+2011+035.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVCzDeMJnaWZSEc5c0kmyBPX_D4r3y2B9-k6YA9Kd1Czy8-Wv5tlT9-LMQZKKnFUH5PHRhyQAtR9DQm-GqFofaAKxW3iU9CdkZEfpwVjp49uQLGj2tbmQaWzUhP9UNVij3DFWPfNhRq1Q/s320/Easter+2011+035.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600365516976978210" /></a></div><div>Reaping her spoils</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVCzDeMJnaWZSEc5c0kmyBPX_D4r3y2B9-k6YA9Kd1Czy8-Wv5tlT9-LMQZKKnFUH5PHRhyQAtR9DQm-GqFofaAKxW3iU9CdkZEfpwVjp49uQLGj2tbmQaWzUhP9UNVij3DFWPfNhRq1Q/s1600/Easter+2011+035.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1FITkTXTCKbrqoQn47Fbd3ggm1f4gUthFNTRdHmYGojYgj5S7rwRGg5Q4Ukm6taMwxVcTkBYSK42aYRuO9qwF1nltmwLwYXprcMwdRDVd7FlAXy2qJbT2m0tLjaHztLZx64lvmXRq-Wk/s1600/Easter+2011+031.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1FITkTXTCKbrqoQn47Fbd3ggm1f4gUthFNTRdHmYGojYgj5S7rwRGg5Q4Ukm6taMwxVcTkBYSK42aYRuO9qwF1nltmwLwYXprcMwdRDVd7FlAXy2qJbT2m0tLjaHztLZx64lvmXRq-Wk/s320/Easter+2011+031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600363608856049202" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1FITkTXTCKbrqoQn47Fbd3ggm1f4gUthFNTRdHmYGojYgj5S7rwRGg5Q4Ukm6taMwxVcTkBYSK42aYRuO9qwF1nltmwLwYXprcMwdRDVd7FlAXy2qJbT2m0tLjaHztLZx64lvmXRq-Wk/s1600/Easter+2011+031.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Rinny-Rinny (Corinne) only wanted the bright pink eggs and according to the story passed EVERY OTHER egg just to get the pink ones, frankly, I like a girl who knows what she wants and goes for it!!!<br /><br /><br /><br />The rest of Saturday was filled with the boys going to their BIG 4 concert, the kids hitting baseball games and then afterward the girls having some girly time (pedi's (Val got eyelash extensions, they look so good I'm contemplating it, shopping and dinner) Sabrina and Val (my sister-in-laws, and my good friend Korie were all there and we all had a great time...</div><div>Thanks to Grandma Jetta who is a miracle worker!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Sunday morning we woke up to Easter Baskets left by the Easter Bunny</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiepI_MYnXMAf_EvNEjHZBvXnH8ftRWqBH-bhKJfXD1-LzPR9XoP3jyMlvRPZSlKL0823dXfDzBKFWFWhMxjarhFU1E0Rmqo01pkJugBqBbZEVs9DD0NDTfV9Noq4xG177OFi_hieE0kn8/s1600/DSCN0219.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-g1qdLjQqyXMlHGkp55XZuVNamCQ2RMK23VcHwyuBYYcYXQ-DOnVJasCosJrlynx4IgTTuiIJeBeJmD_N96daIQPD3kwgtg2G5QZVAoDne2gZew0BsfL9chVNyvM0mF_6znD9QofxorA/s320/DSCN0220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600159284806835282" /></a><br /><br />The Easter Bunny got her this princess backpack and she LOVES it!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Then off to church with Grandma Jetta and then we ran over to my Papa's house. We were so surprised and lucky to see everyone there. </div><div><br /></div><div>Afterward we went back to Grandma Jetta's for a fun lunch and another Easter egg hunt. A couple of hours of playing and we were on our way back to Vegas again...</div><div><br /></div><div>As always, the weekend went by too fast and we hope to be down again soon... Our niece is getting baptized in August so we look forward to that trip for sure!!!<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/321/07529D1FD06F19106FAB231279D31598.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06536715988002114218noreply@blogger.com0