<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498</id><updated>2012-01-01T01:00:49.284-08:00</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='Dustin'/><category term='trying it out'/><category term='Pregnancy'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Adoption'/><category term='Parenting'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Growing Up'/><category term='Carter'/><category term='Family Outting'/><category term='Getaway'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Job'/><category term='Catch Up'/><category term='Life'/><category term='College'/><category term='Cart'/><category term='Girls Night'/><category term='Diet'/><category term='Society'/><category term='Lindsey'/><category term='Projects'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='Home'/><category term='Foster Care'/><category term='Venting'/><title type='text'>A Mom and Her Boy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>209</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-5615843449048134895</id><published>2012-01-01T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T01:00:49.311-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lindsey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>I sit in my bed at 1:35 in the morning. It is officially 2012 and I am swarmed with so many emotions. I have had so many thoughts go through my mind this holiday season...honestly the last 4 months. I have had to come to terms with so many things and challenge myself to continue to keep some sort of stability, not for me but for our son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2011 my family had so much happen, and tonight, I can't help but think how lucky I am to have my friends and family who have supported all of us during this transition. There is no way in hell I would have been able to keep going with out so many people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sad I didn't blog much the last third of the year. However, in blogging I have to accept the fact that things are not what I had wanted them to be. They are not how the family should have been, so I have found that I have avoided blogging because it's easier to just not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of 2011 for the most part was good. Carter and I, and Dustin and Carter, all began adjusting to the new life. The changes, the schedules, the routines, etc. However, for me, I have had to deal with a void of not having the "family" feeling.I have really missed having the bond that comes with a mom, a dad, and a son living together. Having said that, Dustin and I have remained close and communicate regularly. I can only pray this continues as Carter continues to get older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am ever so grateful that I have a happy, healthy, full of beans 3 year old. He and I definitely have our times but then there are days like today, when everything is just "perfect." There was no fighting, no time out and little sass. It was a day full of love and snuggles and it made me feel like we were doing exactly what we were supposed to be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for my family. Every single member has helped me and reached out to me during this time. There have been several times I find I just want to be alone or work through some of these emotions by myself, and they have tried to sit back and let me do it when need be and pulled me in when it probably wasn't best for me to be alone. I am so glad they all know me so well and know when to push and when to let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed with a support group of friends. They have helped me more than they will ever know. They have called to say hi, taken me out, spent time with me, and when I was ready to start hanging out, they were there. I kind of had to take a step back on some things for a few months and I am so grateful my friends were just right there waiting for me to get back on my feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I have so much hope in what the new year brings. I pray it brings stability. I pray it brings acceptance of the change and ability to start new traditions, schedules, routines, and time spent together. I pray it brings peace, to all of us. I know we have all had our struggles and I feel like we need comfort in knowing we are right where we are supposed to be. I need courage to continue to do what is right for my family and make choices that are going to benefit Carter and I, not be damaging. The unknown is so scary. I have no idea what our future holds, and it is a little nerve racking not to know which direction to go. In speaking with my aunt the other day she said something to me about the future. My reply was something in the words of, "Right now, I focus on getting out of bed, getting ready, taking a breath, and see where the day brings me. That is all I can really do at this point." There is raw truth to that, and for someone who likes to have a pretty good idea on routine and schedule, to have no clue, is super rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is to 2012. Please be gentle this year. Please bring happiness and comfort to Carter and me. Please help me in making decisions and being there for anything and everything Carter needs. Please help Dustin and I raise a son who knows how much he is loved and continue to let Dustin and I work as a team when it comes to co-parenting our baby. Please watch over all of our loved ones and bless them with health and strength. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to all my friends and family. I hope this is the best one yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-5615843449048134895?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5615843449048134895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2012/01/reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/5615843449048134895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/5615843449048134895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2012/01/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-2526971445589322150</id><published>2011-11-03T09:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T09:21:00.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lindsey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Letter 1: A Letter To My Big Sis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uwZm7grPBlg/TrK-_VWCjsI/AAAAAAAACVc/KxuFSZIVZG0/s1600/thankful%2Bpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uwZm7grPBlg/TrK-_VWCjsI/AAAAAAAACVc/KxuFSZIVZG0/s400/thankful%2Bpic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670804876083498690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear S,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is that time of year again, and I have decided to participate in another year of taking the time to write one person a week, during the month of November, who I am thankful for. I feel like you are the perfect person to start this year out with.&lt;br /&gt;Since June I feel like my life has been a little crazy. From finding out I was pregnant, to then quickly losing my pregnancy, to deciding that Dustin and I needed to separate and eventually divorce, I feel like I have had been on one hell of an  emotional ride. With you, you have been one of the few people I have found myself really leaning on and telling so much to. For that I am so grateful to have you. You help keep me positive and help me believe that the direction I am moving towards is a direction I can handle and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being my older sister we have definitely had our fair share of bumping heads and not agreeing with each other. But I am so glad that I have had you as my sister. When we get together with the Murray Gang, I frequently think about the times you and I would spend with that same group 14 years ago, and I love that you and I have those memories of doing it together. I am so glad we have a group of friends that are common so we get to spend time together outside of our regular family gatherings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have also saved me when it comes to Carter. I know there are days that he is a handful and challenges your every nerve. But, I am ALWAYS so grateful to know my little boy is safe and in hands that I trust. I know you would never let anything happen to my baby and that you provide him with structure, love, friends, and security. Thank you so much for being so willing to take him in during the days that Dustin and I are working and for being such a large part in my child’s life.&lt;br /&gt;There’s so much more I am grateful for when it comes to you. You know when to just let me walk away and you know when to keep pushing me until I finally tell you what is on my mind. There are days that I may want to hurt ya for that, but I always think in the long run, I am glad we talked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again for all you do. I am so glad I have you as not only my sister but as my friend. I really think the past year or so would have been so much more difficult if I didn’t have the love and support from you on a regular basis. I know I make decisions that not everyone agrees with, but I also know I can always talk to you about it, and even if you don’t agree, you will listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you S!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Sis,&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-2526971445589322150?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2526971445589322150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/11/letter-1-letter-to-my-big-sis.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/2526971445589322150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/2526971445589322150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/11/letter-1-letter-to-my-big-sis.html' title='Letter 1: A Letter To My Big Sis'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uwZm7grPBlg/TrK-_VWCjsI/AAAAAAAACVc/KxuFSZIVZG0/s72-c/thankful%2Bpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-7561715725568951776</id><published>2011-11-03T09:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T09:18:31.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lindsey'/><title type='text'>I Am Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_I6s3F77IgU/TrK-XDipxsI/AAAAAAAACVQ/DczoU2vQWWg/s1600/thankful%2Bpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_I6s3F77IgU/TrK-XDipxsI/AAAAAAAACVQ/DczoU2vQWWg/s400/thankful%2Bpic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670804184109795010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I partcipated in this amazing challenge. I wrote a letter to one person a week thanking them and explaining to them what it is I am thankful for. I loved it. The feeling I received when I told them just how much they mean to me was so great, that I have decided to link up and do it again this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please consider the challenge. I will be sharing my letter's each Thursday through out the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NOVEMBER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-7561715725568951776?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7561715725568951776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-thankful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/7561715725568951776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/7561715725568951776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-thankful.html' title='I Am Thankful'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_I6s3F77IgU/TrK-XDipxsI/AAAAAAAACVQ/DczoU2vQWWg/s72-c/thankful%2Bpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-7304768645678101471</id><published>2011-09-27T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T16:32:36.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carter'/><title type='text'>Carter-isms</title><content type='html'>There are so many things I have had Carter say or do over the past couple months, I want to jot down some of my favorites so I don't forget how precious our little man is at the bright age of 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***One day I was crying and Carter came up to me and said, "Mom, why is the rain touching your eyes? My heart melted, the tears turned to happy tears, and I felt blessed to have him be the most important boy in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N-TqduEv33w/ToJcwpIJAXI/AAAAAAAACVI/yoP_YFmAgQ0/s1600/Carter%2B3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N-TqduEv33w/ToJcwpIJAXI/AAAAAAAACVI/yoP_YFmAgQ0/s400/Carter%2B3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657186072674238834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***The other night we had gotten home and were walking in to the house. As we were walking around the car, Carter says, "Mom! Look, its my star!" I said, "Which one?" He says, "the bright one, right next to yours." I LOVED IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Carter asks every night if he can snuggle in mine or Dustin's bed. He loves to unwind with Dora or Bupple Guppies, a sippie of milk, and some one on one time with mom or dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tt_O14wK8zk/ToJcwcfIyuI/AAAAAAAACVA/8tNsFIoEaEw/s1600/carter%2B2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tt_O14wK8zk/ToJcwcfIyuI/AAAAAAAACVA/8tNsFIoEaEw/s400/carter%2B2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657186069281032930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Carter is becoming very independent. Now when he gets into his car seat he LOVES to snap the top part of his carseat, and I will snap in the bottom. He thinks he is so big when he can do it all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***We will be driving down the street, listening to the radio, and Carter will say, "Mom, please up!" This is only when he LOVES the music. However, if he does not like the song, he says. "NO!!! NOT THIS ONE!!! CHANGE IT NOW!!!...please!" And on most of the songs, I couldn't agree with him more! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s61nEzd-tNQ/ToJcwGj3P0I/AAAAAAAACU4/1E30z5ewDzA/s1600/carter%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s61nEzd-tNQ/ToJcwGj3P0I/AAAAAAAACU4/1E30z5ewDzA/s400/carter%2B1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657186063395274562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Carter is able to communicate which parent he wants to spend the night with. I cannot tell you how nice this is, because he is able to express his needs and desires.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-7304768645678101471?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7304768645678101471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/carter-isms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/7304768645678101471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/7304768645678101471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/carter-isms.html' title='Carter-isms'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N-TqduEv33w/ToJcwpIJAXI/AAAAAAAACVI/yoP_YFmAgQ0/s72-c/Carter%2B3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-5139796338544101630</id><published>2011-09-26T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T15:43:06.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lindsey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Late Summer Concert Series</title><content type='html'>The end of August, first of September, my gang and I hit a bunch of concerts. They turned out to be so fun and the music was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one we went to was Adelle. This was August 22 at the Gallivan Center. We found a trick to park in a garage and watch from there. Sounds a little wierd, but it was so fun! PLUS, we got to sit in our lawn chairs, talk, listen to the music perfectly, and could even see the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dJxaRiOjFpk/ToD-LZthAYI/AAAAAAAACUA/14RHlgdpYTA/s1600/Adelle%2Bgang.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dJxaRiOjFpk/ToD-LZthAYI/AAAAAAAACUA/14RHlgdpYTA/s400/Adelle%2Bgang.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656800603811152258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CHHQ9AwwXHA/ToD-Lena5gI/AAAAAAAACT4/gh5o588vai&lt;br /&gt;U/s1600/Adelle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CHHQ9AwwXHA/ToD-Lena5gI/AAAAAAAACT4/gh5o588vaiU/s400/Adelle.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656800605127763458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next concert was the one we had been waiting for the longest. Brad, Kris, and I went to Def Leppard and Heart. I don't know a bunch of the Def Leppard songs, but Heart is one of my favorites. Plus, they played my VERY favorite song, "Alone!" Kristie didn't know as much Heart, but killed it when it came to Def Leppard. The concert turned out to be so fun and the evening was beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_loUemQ-ChA/ToD-06l4oaI/AAAAAAAACUQ/L0YVsdinLiU/s1600/heart.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_loUemQ-ChA/ToD-06l4oaI/AAAAAAAACUQ/L0YVsdinLiU/s400/heart.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656801317012152738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I2jmewfER9w/ToD-0qHoPsI/AAAAAAAACUI/7pQ2T6vJWtc/s1600/me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I2jmewfER9w/ToD-0qHoPsI/AAAAAAAACUI/7pQ2T6vJWtc/s400/me.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656801312590282434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Brad and I went to Willie Nelson at the Gallivan Center. Again, in the parking garage. However, this time the crowd was a lot more abnoxious, the music not as loud, and the screens weren't down. So, about an hour into it, we left and went and got some Cold Stone ice cream instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final concert was Wilson Phillips. I LOVE this band, and have since I was a wee one. So, the day of, I sent Tyler to go get us tickets. They were playing at the fair, and the concert was free but you had to get tickets. Ty went and we were thrilled. As we walked in we were taken to our seats. Turns out we had seventh row seats and right in the middle. IT WAS AMAZING!! I love their music and had such a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qjHNjz8AsPk/ToD_yegF3RI/AAAAAAAACUw/InnHv6gqrAY/s1600/Wilson%2Bphillips.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qjHNjz8AsPk/ToD_yegF3RI/AAAAAAAACUw/InnHv6gqrAY/s400/Wilson%2Bphillips.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656802374623550738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bw7GDllyqPM/ToD_yE5jE8I/AAAAAAAACUo/od6Sxhm7cIk/s1600/Kris%2Band%2Bme%2Bat%2Bwilson%2Bphillips.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bw7GDllyqPM/ToD_yE5jE8I/AAAAAAAACUo/od6Sxhm7cIk/s400/Kris%2Band%2Bme%2Bat%2Bwilson%2Bphillips.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656802367751001026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concerts have been a blast, and it was so fun to be to so many in such a short amount of time. We don't have any planned for now, but I hear Air Supply in January may be calling our names!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-5139796338544101630?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5139796338544101630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/late-summer-concert-series.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/5139796338544101630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/5139796338544101630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/late-summer-concert-series.html' title='Late Summer Concert Series'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dJxaRiOjFpk/ToD-LZthAYI/AAAAAAAACUA/14RHlgdpYTA/s72-c/Adelle%2Bgang.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-4080945076130247147</id><published>2011-09-26T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T15:25:13.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lindsey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>My 29th Birthday</title><content type='html'>I celebrated the big 2-9 this year, and it was a different birthday. During school it was a lot of fun. My kids are darling and make it all worth while. I had a student bring me a cupcake, another a card, many sang happy birthday, and they were fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went and picked up my Little Man from Stac and headed home to get ready. I am not sure what happened exactly, but a funk took over and the rest of the day was kind of Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my mom, Gar, Stac, Bri, Coli, and Audra at the Old Spaghetti Factory for dinner. Stacy made a beautiful cake for me and we enjoyed our dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LJeLxrSt5UQ/ToD7o7lR3QI/AAAAAAAACTw/aPB4CGVeXI8/s1600/cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LJeLxrSt5UQ/ToD7o7lR3QI/AAAAAAAACTw/aPB4CGVeXI8/s400/cake.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656797812584733954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received new bedding and pillows from them and I must say I LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-27k-56TV8Wg/ToD7NRGzrKI/AAAAAAAACTg/2TRH42tJaMI/s1600/Bed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-27k-56TV8Wg/ToD7NRGzrKI/AAAAAAAACTg/2TRH42tJaMI/s400/Bed.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656797337326169250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner I took Carter over to his dad's and then talked to my little sister. My mom had given me a mushy card, which started a tear fest at dinner that was then hard to get under control, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up going with Nathan and Brad to About Time, for a little bit. When I walked in, Nathan had the entire area sing happy birthday to me. It was completley mortifying, but very nice. The boys and I hung out for about an hour and then called it a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EX8AEfzNr-A/ToD7a8d_eCI/AAAAAAAACTo/rufgAmdyxrA/s1600/Me%2Band%2Bboys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EX8AEfzNr-A/ToD7a8d_eCI/AAAAAAAACTo/rufgAmdyxrA/s400/Me%2Band%2Bboys.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656797572304435234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...here is to 29. It is SO wierd to be in the position I am in, but I am good. I am very unsure of what lies ahead for this upcoming year, but I am not scared and I am curious as to what will be. Thank you to all who wished me a happy birthday, that was probably the best part of the day. I know I am a pretty lucky girl, with some AMAZING family and friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-4080945076130247147?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4080945076130247147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-29th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/4080945076130247147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/4080945076130247147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-29th-birthday.html' title='My 29th Birthday'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LJeLxrSt5UQ/ToD7o7lR3QI/AAAAAAAACTw/aPB4CGVeXI8/s72-c/cake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-798068459860182859</id><published>2011-09-26T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T15:13:14.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carter'/><title type='text'>Dance Begins</title><content type='html'>On September 14, Carter began his first dance class, and let me tell you what...IT COULD NOT HAVE BEEN ANY CUTER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who know Carter, you KNOW he loves to "Booty Shake." So, when the music starts, the kid can't help but dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-22Slfy2A2wM/ToD4qOKQBkI/AAAAAAAACTQ/A99e-2Q-m7k/s1600/Dance%2B3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-22Slfy2A2wM/ToD4qOKQBkI/AAAAAAAACTQ/A99e-2Q-m7k/s400/Dance%2B3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656794536216626754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is taking a hip hop class with his cousin Madisyn and we can't wait to see the two of them in their first dance recital. It will be AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_DJO9N6YQzo/ToD4pfJkwgI/AAAAAAAACTA/6LGIU-FR2PI/s1600/Dance.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_DJO9N6YQzo/ToD4pfJkwgI/AAAAAAAACTA/6LGIU-FR2PI/s400/Dance.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656794523597324802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter did well for his first class. We need to work on him listening, following directions, and staying on his sticker, but I think the improvement will come naturally. As for me, I have to stay out of the window...Turns out I am the biggest distraction there is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pYk260RiCCI/ToD4qVE_T-I/AAAAAAAACTY/KrwlenBCSa8/s1600/Dance%2B%2560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pYk260RiCCI/ToD4qVE_T-I/AAAAAAAACTY/KrwlenBCSa8/s400/Dance%2B%2560.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656794538073608162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we left he told Dustin and I, "Me LOVE my dance class!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk0zDUTjrws/ToD4ppRfZLI/AAAAAAAACTI/YYPEVT_-O1w/s1600/Dance%2B2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk0zDUTjrws/ToD4ppRfZLI/AAAAAAAACTI/YYPEVT_-O1w/s400/Dance%2B2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656794526314882226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so proud of our Lil Man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-798068459860182859?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/798068459860182859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/dance-begins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/798068459860182859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/798068459860182859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/dance-begins.html' title='Dance Begins'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-22Slfy2A2wM/ToD4qOKQBkI/AAAAAAAACTQ/A99e-2Q-m7k/s72-c/Dance%2B3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-6863858870492781186</id><published>2011-09-08T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T11:03:21.082-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Life Is Changing</title><content type='html'>It has been forever since I posted, and I still have so much I need to post about. But, I am a little stuck on where to begin, what to post, and what not to share to the blogging world yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let me start by saying the dynamics of the Adams Family are changing. Not bad, not good...just changing. I am not sure which direction this will lead my blog or what will happen, but I promise this. I am going to post about the month of August. I am going to share the events that we, as a family of 3, did together. It is important because they were good times and I want to always remember that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you need to know for now. No, I am not pregnant. Dustin and I are individually fine and Carter is adjusting. Dustin and I have decided to seperate and take our paths into a different direction. There is no anger, no animosity, no fighting. It is amicable and we are still communicating daily about what is going to be best for Carter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have complete faith we will be the odd couple and remain very good friends. We will do whatever needs to be done to keep Carter happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if more details will be posted because this is private. This is something that we know we need to do for the both of us. Please, if you are going to comment, only leave nice comments. We do not want the opinions of people who don't understand the whole situation or what they think is best for "Our Lil Adams Family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for your love and support. Know we are both doing fine and at peace with our decisions. Much love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-6863858870492781186?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6863858870492781186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-is-changing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/6863858870492781186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/6863858870492781186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-is-changing.html' title='Life Is Changing'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-7831494657845364051</id><published>2011-07-27T18:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T20:25:49.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lindsey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Late Night Outings</title><content type='html'>This summer we have had a little pack of us that do late night adventures. This has definitely become one of my favorite things of this summer and I look forward to us all getting together at least weekly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is our group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have Jacque, my niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BTk3hstYuXM/TjDRextOAWI/AAAAAAAACSo/ObLMEoKB6jM/s1600/Jacque.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BTk3hstYuXM/TjDRextOAWI/AAAAAAAACSo/ObLMEoKB6jM/s400/Jacque.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634233460509770082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is Marissa, Jacques friend who is classic with coming up with what we call "Marissa-isms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GkUkcVLfg2o/TjDReB6E5pI/AAAAAAAACSI/lQC2rQ3FyZc/s1600/marissa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GkUkcVLfg2o/TjDReB6E5pI/AAAAAAAACSI/lQC2rQ3FyZc/s400/marissa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634233447678797458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty is our young male who keeps us all in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A72dHhrDX24/TjDVGStrOqI/AAAAAAAACSw/qd8FY448aUM/s1600/tyler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A72dHhrDX24/TjDVGStrOqI/AAAAAAAACSw/qd8FY448aUM/s400/tyler.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634237437919836834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad has joined us a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKZq0wVpSaY/TjDReamM-TI/AAAAAAAACSQ/Rsu6g7pBuCM/s1600/July%2B2011%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKZq0wVpSaY/TjDReamM-TI/AAAAAAAACSQ/Rsu6g7pBuCM/s400/July%2B2011%2B006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634233454306326834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney, my niece who recently came along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VlUe36AJpKU/TjDVGkq-D4I/AAAAAAAACS4/cnXH-C6NgOs/s1600/courtney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VlUe36AJpKU/TjDVGkq-D4I/AAAAAAAACS4/cnXH-C6NgOs/s400/courtney.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634237442740326274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister in law...Kristie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cjwuUUjxzVs/TjDReo7Az6I/AAAAAAAACSY/p5MDsDAHMW4/s1600/Kristie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cjwuUUjxzVs/TjDReo7Az6I/AAAAAAAACSY/p5MDsDAHMW4/s400/Kristie.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634233458151706530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nw5xyQhzwKM/TjDRe18eIHI/AAAAAAAACSg/39kpryKJq4A/s1600/July%2B2011%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nw5xyQhzwKM/TjDRe18eIHI/AAAAAAAACSg/39kpryKJq4A/s400/July%2B2011%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634233461647482994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do we do? The real question would be what DON'T we do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it ALWAYS starts with a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we pick something else to do with it. We have done Hobbitville, Look out point, Wall Street, I-H-O-P, (famous "Marissa-ism" is that you do not say IHOP...you spell it out...I-H-O-P.) WE drive around downtown, go to parks, etc. So...if you have something fun to do late at nights, please leave a comment as to what it may be so we can go try it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then usually talk and call it a night. The night is never over before 2:30 am, and then my darling baby is awake by 8. So, there are short nights because I refuse to not get up with my Little Man if I have been out by choice. Thank goodness for nap time, because often we both need it. BUT...this is EXACTLY what summer is for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love to my late night groupies, and I look forward to our last few outings before we have to start to readjust our schedules and get ready to be back in school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-7831494657845364051?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7831494657845364051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/late-night-outings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/7831494657845364051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/7831494657845364051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/late-night-outings.html' title='Late Night Outings'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BTk3hstYuXM/TjDRextOAWI/AAAAAAAACSo/ObLMEoKB6jM/s72-c/Jacque.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-8730150774746688104</id><published>2011-07-24T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T16:23:14.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carter'/><title type='text'>Yippee Super Carter Man Is 3!!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the celebration of our Little Man's 3rd birthday. Grandpa Garry had a Card in the Yard done, and it just started the day out right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jnExLWy9_kI/TiydKCHnakI/AAAAAAAACOI/r9jYaUJEVvM/s1600/yard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jnExLWy9_kI/TiydKCHnakI/AAAAAAAACOI/r9jYaUJEVvM/s400/yard.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633050029626714690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a super hero birthday and it was so much fun for us. We had a great crowd of about 40 people. Nathan let us borrow his blow up slide and the little kids LOVED it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AwzluFOMWzs/TiyfkhfUpWI/AAAAAAAACOw/igZmekrjjXI/s1600/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AwzluFOMWzs/TiyfkhfUpWI/AAAAAAAACOw/igZmekrjjXI/s400/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633052683747501410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-svOtnZVZGow/TiyfkiPhVYI/AAAAAAAACOo/-WFLiANuVXY/s1600/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-svOtnZVZGow/TiyfkiPhVYI/AAAAAAAACOo/-WFLiANuVXY/s400/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633052683949659522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2bYzE57heQg/TiyfkaG2A9I/AAAAAAAACOg/blwlTxXxk10/s1600/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2bYzE57heQg/TiyfkaG2A9I/AAAAAAAACOg/blwlTxXxk10/s400/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B054.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633052681765782482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ltorJCS4s8/TiyfkEw_QhI/AAAAAAAACOY/r2am2MxaZw0/s1600/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ltorJCS4s8/TiyfkEw_QhI/AAAAAAAACOY/r2am2MxaZw0/s400/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633052676036968978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TasXiFJ_-GE/Tiyfj2U4bxI/AAAAAAAACOQ/Z0Xg1Wvq8XI/s1600/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TasXiFJ_-GE/Tiyfj2U4bxI/AAAAAAAACOQ/Z0Xg1Wvq8XI/s400/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633052672160984850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the little one's had played for about an hour and the adults were able to chat, we came together to sing happy birthday to our baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P56ff2F5Ay4/Tiygocb6X5I/AAAAAAAACPA/MKofsGtclZM/s1600/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P56ff2F5Ay4/Tiygocb6X5I/AAAAAAAACPA/MKofsGtclZM/s400/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633053850622123922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we sang happy birthday everyone enjoyed some cake and ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lEfQSjUDNS4/TiyigFWDlvI/AAAAAAAACPo/sJ1qPNXMkvo/s1600/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lEfQSjUDNS4/TiyigFWDlvI/AAAAAAAACPo/sJ1qPNXMkvo/s400/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633055906007848690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jrzZd4M2exM/Tiyif0dbNsI/AAAAAAAACPg/hfUj-QT0bjM/s1600/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jrzZd4M2exM/Tiyif0dbNsI/AAAAAAAACPg/hfUj-QT0bjM/s400/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633055901475354306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qpsyb0_uVpc/Tiyifgh3l-I/AAAAAAAACPY/lCb6wcvf1Bo/s1600/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qpsyb0_uVpc/Tiyifgh3l-I/AAAAAAAACPY/lCb6wcvf1Bo/s400/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633055896125282274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EXgi-k8d8JE/TiyifVdaSuI/AAAAAAAACPQ/h-is-eSDPDE/s1600/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EXgi-k8d8JE/TiyifVdaSuI/AAAAAAAACPQ/h-is-eSDPDE/s400/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633055893153794786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGHM4BKa_VY/TiyifL1h86I/AAAAAAAACPI/B3_G9swL-t0/s1600/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGHM4BKa_VY/TiyifL1h86I/AAAAAAAACPI/B3_G9swL-t0/s400/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633055890570605474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As people finished, the kiddoes played in the water a little more, and the socializing continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NUce6KYHOr8/Tiyjhg7V6dI/AAAAAAAACQQ/tGrxHRedT6Y/s1600/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NUce6KYHOr8/Tiyjhg7V6dI/AAAAAAAACQQ/tGrxHRedT6Y/s400/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633057030103493074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GwkwwvITbdY/TiyjhdGhjHI/AAAAAAAACQI/4s_Nzo0B_7Q/s1600/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GwkwwvITbdY/TiyjhdGhjHI/AAAAAAAACQI/4s_Nzo0B_7Q/s400/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633057029076651122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V7yxgfIQIwA/Tiyjg7WHo2I/AAAAAAAACQA/mDza5peV6K8/s1600/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V7yxgfIQIwA/Tiyjg7WHo2I/AAAAAAAACQA/mDza5peV6K8/s400/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633057020015256418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8SUAlH0o7F8/TiyjgoAE3eI/AAAAAAAACP4/u4LnffwaJng/s1600/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8SUAlH0o7F8/TiyjgoAE3eI/AAAAAAAACP4/u4LnffwaJng/s400/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B071.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633057014822526434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8F_ZtP06TUg/TiyjgQdWTBI/AAAAAAAACPw/CtrlA1gsLKU/s1600/kenz%2Band%2Blins.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8F_ZtP06TUg/TiyjgQdWTBI/AAAAAAAACPw/CtrlA1gsLKU/s400/kenz%2Band%2Blins.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633057008502852626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after, we opened presents. Carter was spoiled! He received jammies, a backpack, a blanket that Kristie, Stac, and I made, a lunch box, a flashlight, a watch, balls, a slip and slide, a kiddie golf set, and money for him to start taking dance classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0lGwtgfe58w/TiyltSXWqTI/AAAAAAAACQ4/4cj7UknwcXU/s1600/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0lGwtgfe58w/TiyltSXWqTI/AAAAAAAACQ4/4cj7UknwcXU/s400/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633059431376136498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B773q9ZkaNg/TiylszDTUqI/AAAAAAAACQw/EL9d1uhKVhE/s1600/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B773q9ZkaNg/TiylszDTUqI/AAAAAAAACQw/EL9d1uhKVhE/s400/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633059422970532514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B0cw_OxmC28/Tiylso1apOI/AAAAAAAACQo/LSZoURW8BmQ/s1600/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B0cw_OxmC28/Tiylso1apOI/AAAAAAAACQo/LSZoURW8BmQ/s400/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633059420227937506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tXwL5rt-ojc/TiylsT7jDnI/AAAAAAAACQg/DsZTDtbEodM/s1600/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tXwL5rt-ojc/TiylsT7jDnI/AAAAAAAACQg/DsZTDtbEodM/s400/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633059414616510066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GKTVrp5fCrc/TiylsL5_EAI/AAAAAAAACQY/Zv0F4uJsRN4/s1600/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GKTVrp5fCrc/TiylsL5_EAI/AAAAAAAACQY/Zv0F4uJsRN4/s400/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B122.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633059412462473218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the presents were done, Carter and the kids went over to the side of the yard and smacked the pinata. I think they enjoyed and all walked away with a large amount of candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mDSFD-ajtYI/TiynL8vCe1I/AAAAAAAACRg/pPPluSYaAi8/s1600/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mDSFD-ajtYI/TiynL8vCe1I/AAAAAAAACRg/pPPluSYaAi8/s400/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633061057657469778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3mNSNMyPO-w/TiynLmZT1nI/AAAAAAAACRY/Vxr34RvNvg4/s1600/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3mNSNMyPO-w/TiynLmZT1nI/AAAAAAAACRY/Vxr34RvNvg4/s400/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B151.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633061051660752498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ughUJIe7qHY/TiynLXYqOtI/AAAAAAAACRQ/p9a42fT3snY/s1600/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ughUJIe7qHY/TiynLXYqOtI/AAAAAAAACRQ/p9a42fT3snY/s400/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B154.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633061047631493842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Caek8kAd_Bw/TiynLCO2sWI/AAAAAAAACRI/B81neFrqouM/s1600/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Caek8kAd_Bw/TiynLCO2sWI/AAAAAAAACRI/B81neFrqouM/s400/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B170.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633061041953223010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uPDoCsHRcjU/TiynK6pST8I/AAAAAAAACRA/qhZ3XXl1mBo/s1600/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uPDoCsHRcjU/TiynK6pST8I/AAAAAAAACRA/qhZ3XXl1mBo/s400/Carters%2B3rd%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2B175.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633061039916601282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd died down around 4:00, and I was pooped. My dad and Kel had left, and then called a few minutes later, and asked me to go out front. I ran out and was delighted with a bottle of margarita mix. So, Dustin, Kate, and I shared a glass and talked until about 7:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DnAocipU1hk/Tiyov-XYJcI/AAAAAAAACR4/HBVKRZ9vhis/s1600/drink.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DnAocipU1hk/Tiyov-XYJcI/AAAAAAAACR4/HBVKRZ9vhis/s400/drink.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633062776082015682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then got ready and put Peanut in his new Pajamas and went to the Mastricola's for a social gathering due to some friends being in town for a few short days. We stayed for a couple hours but then around midnight, we called it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T68XBXoBoxI/Tiyovv61QgI/AAAAAAAACRw/drmNJrafMqw/s1600/jammies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T68XBXoBoxI/Tiyovv61QgI/AAAAAAAACRw/drmNJrafMqw/s400/jammies.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633062772204192258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GLS_0pZrZJM/TiynfPwLBSI/AAAAAAAACRo/wh7XhC0OMkE/s1600/peanut%2Band%2Bmom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GLS_0pZrZJM/TiynfPwLBSI/AAAAAAAACRo/wh7XhC0OMkE/s400/peanut%2Band%2Bmom.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633061389180011810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, Carter was out. We made his bed in his new sheets, put his worn out little body in bed, and kissed him goodnight. We had a fabulous day and are so grateful for all who celebrated our baby with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c0VnW2v8DHg/TiypMV-ciVI/AAAAAAAACSA/SJDbOC19GH4/s1600/night%2Bnight.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c0VnW2v8DHg/TiypMV-ciVI/AAAAAAAACSA/SJDbOC19GH4/s400/night%2Bnight.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633063263456233810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Carter's birthday I will give an update on my Little Man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-8730150774746688104?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8730150774746688104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/yippee-super-carter-man-is-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/8730150774746688104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/8730150774746688104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/yippee-super-carter-man-is-3.html' title='Yippee Super Carter Man Is 3!!!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jnExLWy9_kI/TiydKCHnakI/AAAAAAAACOI/r9jYaUJEVvM/s72-c/yard.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-802543591752548679</id><published>2011-07-24T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T15:17:43.936-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>A Couple More Walls</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday I was going through my Michaels App and I saw they had picture frames on sale. When I clicked, I saw there was a wall mural idea, and instantly my little mind started thinking. Oh...if I did this...I could do this...then that...and I wonder if it would work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I went to school and started asking people what they thought. Most of them said, they liked my idea and that I should try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...that day I came home, picked up Ty and off to Michaels we went. I bought 18 frames, 5 spray paint cans, and then came home. We started by spray painting all my frames a bright color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoAfEzHje0E/TiyX6krhciI/AAAAAAAACNo/oMgQygdXZA0/s1600/frames.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoAfEzHje0E/TiyX6krhciI/AAAAAAAACNo/oMgQygdXZA0/s400/frames.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633044266468078114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then painted the two little walls that frame my fireplace chocolate brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1QfmVipEiQ/TiyYRzdtq0I/AAAAAAAACNw/xJUjpP2DXEU/s1600/fireplace%2Bbrown.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1QfmVipEiQ/TiyYRzdtq0I/AAAAAAAACNw/xJUjpP2DXEU/s400/fireplace%2Bbrown.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633044665573681986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we put it together! We hung up my frames and &lt;strong&gt;WA-LA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_WqFMcjAHqY/TiyYrm_uszI/AAAAAAAACN4/UxhIRRqI050/s1600/wall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_WqFMcjAHqY/TiyYrm_uszI/AAAAAAAACN4/UxhIRRqI050/s400/wall.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633045108903293746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then painted two more small walls in my dining room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Aes-MOmO4Nc/TiyZBFkwPpI/AAAAAAAACOA/dVGTjhgbis0/s1600/dustin%2Band%2BTy%2Bpain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Aes-MOmO4Nc/TiyZBFkwPpI/AAAAAAAACOA/dVGTjhgbis0/s400/dustin%2Band%2BTy%2Bpain.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633045477888900754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done several projects around the house, as you know, and my fireplace wall with the collection of pictures is the first time EVER my husband said, "I love it!!!" It really is such a fun wall, and I LOVE that I was able to find a way to display more of our pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-802543591752548679?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/802543591752548679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/couple-more-walls.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/802543591752548679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/802543591752548679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/couple-more-walls.html' title='A Couple More Walls'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoAfEzHje0E/TiyX6krhciI/AAAAAAAACNo/oMgQygdXZA0/s72-c/frames.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-4628245650923565615</id><published>2011-07-22T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T18:36:32.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lindsey'/><title type='text'>Cabin Night Get-Aways</title><content type='html'>On the 16th of this month, Nathan called and said he had the cabin again for the next few weeks. Remember the cabin? We went last year for an overnighter and really enjoyed ourselves. So, when Nathan extended the invite for a night getaway, I couldn't resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a LONG day of my child locking my keys in my car, Nathan having to go to Costco to get the spare, and an hour or so added to the delay of the trip, Nathan Tyler, Carter and I headed up the canyon. It is such a beautiful cabin and just the right distance away. We made dinner and then called it a night after a movie. We got up early and headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following Thursday, July 21, we had the opportunity to sneak away one more time. This time it was Nathan, Brad, Carter and myself. It took awhile to get up there, but the car ride was nice and the weather was beautiful. The boys followed me up, because we had to return the car to the cabin. I had my window and Carter's window down and my Little Peanut had his hand out the window the whole way. The music was on, the sun was setting, and it was PERFECT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got there, we put Little Man down, and opened a bottle of Moscato. We played a game of Price is Right and Family Feud on the iphones. We then started a couple parroting apps, and ended up laughing forever as the two apps sat back and held a conversation, much like a game of telephone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were done, we spent a great amount of time outside looking at stars and talking. At first the wind made it a little cool, but as the night went on, the weather warmed and made it very easy to stay outside and keep one another company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once morning came, we quickly cleaned up, as we all were DESPERATE for some coffee from good old Maverick! We headed back down the canyon and home to get back to the realities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two night get aways were so nice and exactly what we needed. On our way home, Brad, Nathan, and I decided that five years from now we were going to see if we are in a position for a cabin. A little getaway where we can go in an hour and a half, in the late evening, and enjoy a night with friends and family. A place where Christmas parties can be had or a night of star gazing can be completed. Hopefully we can make this happen sooner than later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-4628245650923565615?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4628245650923565615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/cabin-night-get-aways.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/4628245650923565615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/4628245650923565615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/cabin-night-get-aways.html' title='Cabin Night Get-Aways'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-3224282934145782387</id><published>2011-07-20T22:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T22:46:48.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Outting'/><title type='text'>A Trip To The Mine</title><content type='html'>A couple Sunday's ago, Grandpa Garry called and asked if we wanted to join NeeNers, Grandpa Garry, and the Hansen Family to go see Kennecott. I hadn't been there in years, and Peanut had never been. So, we packed up and spent a few hours at the mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to ride a bus to the mine, but Carter loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gu6Ftg0j7o0/Tie6rzvERzI/AAAAAAAACM4/r-EWk4LoKcg/s1600/July%2B2011%2B282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gu6Ftg0j7o0/Tie6rzvERzI/AAAAAAAACM4/r-EWk4LoKcg/s400/July%2B2011%2B282.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631675120834856754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then were able to see the hole, that is about a mile and a half deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eR1MuR8tifM/Tie6q6hwVXI/AAAAAAAACMg/uTEGNl810KY/s1600/July%2B2011%2B292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eR1MuR8tifM/Tie6q6hwVXI/AAAAAAAACMg/uTEGNl810KY/s400/July%2B2011%2B292.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631675105478202738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids got to see a tire, look around, and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ebdRjBWzpqU/Tie6ruGhp4I/AAAAAAAACMw/Dx7zbOPPEr4/s1600/July%2B2011%2B284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ebdRjBWzpqU/Tie6ruGhp4I/AAAAAAAACMw/Dx7zbOPPEr4/s400/July%2B2011%2B284.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631675119322638210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aXRGtOR0Kqg/Tie6seWHZPI/AAAAAAAACNA/EH3LYhrzFYE/s1600/July%2B2011%2B296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aXRGtOR0Kqg/Tie6seWHZPI/AAAAAAAACNA/EH3LYhrzFYE/s400/July%2B2011%2B296.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631675132272927986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-09N-my2oPKc/Tie6rAlBNbI/AAAAAAAACMo/To3KuDshil0/s1600/July%2B2011%2B290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-09N-my2oPKc/Tie6rAlBNbI/AAAAAAAACMo/To3KuDshil0/s400/July%2B2011%2B290.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631675107102504370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went inside and looked at what is made at the mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lKdA-m5yjDk/Tie8iOdOqjI/AAAAAAAACNg/sv2T7p-4Bq4/s1600/July%2B2011%2B306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lKdA-m5yjDk/Tie8iOdOqjI/AAAAAAAACNg/sv2T7p-4Bq4/s400/July%2B2011%2B306.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631677155232361010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EKMa_8uuPdw/Tie8h8OuANI/AAAAAAAACNY/P_oIPxQSyto/s1600/July%2B2011%2B314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EKMa_8uuPdw/Tie8h8OuANI/AAAAAAAACNY/P_oIPxQSyto/s400/July%2B2011%2B314.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631677150339662034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Hloks6UmnU/Tie8hljXFYI/AAAAAAAACNQ/OjZQUl41GZ4/s1600/July%2B2011%2B317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Hloks6UmnU/Tie8hljXFYI/AAAAAAAACNQ/OjZQUl41GZ4/s400/July%2B2011%2B317.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631677144252224898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4lE6F1n9c8A/Tie8hZ6u0oI/AAAAAAAACNI/QtmUDixJ24Y/s1600/July%2B2011%2B318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4lE6F1n9c8A/Tie8hZ6u0oI/AAAAAAAACNI/QtmUDixJ24Y/s400/July%2B2011%2B318.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631677141129024130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa Garry bought all the grandbabies a little treasure and then we headed home for some street tacos. It was a great little Sunday outing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-3224282934145782387?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3224282934145782387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/trip-to-mine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/3224282934145782387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/3224282934145782387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/trip-to-mine.html' title='A Trip To The Mine'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gu6Ftg0j7o0/Tie6rzvERzI/AAAAAAAACM4/r-EWk4LoKcg/s72-c/July%2B2011%2B282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-1520616125600517236</id><published>2011-07-20T22:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T22:29:29.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Smile, It's A Kiss, It's A Sip Of Wine...IT"S SUMMERTIME!!!</title><content type='html'>On July 9 Heather and I went to Kenny Chesney! To me, it truly was one of those moments when I KNEW it was summertime. There is just something about a country concert, outdoors, with a great group of friends, in July. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-09F73BFv1o8/Tie1HfKIBMI/AAAAAAAACLY/2Oe4p3qi2SU/s1600/July%2B2011%2B253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-09F73BFv1o8/Tie1HfKIBMI/AAAAAAAACLY/2Oe4p3qi2SU/s400/July%2B2011%2B253.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631668999277774018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this was my sixth time seeing Kenny, and this was the BEST concert I have seen of his!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u2SudmKB6PU/Tie1bRdnRlI/AAAAAAAACLg/yLRXnOJDFgI/s1600/July%2B2011%2B224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u2SudmKB6PU/Tie1bRdnRlI/AAAAAAAACLg/yLRXnOJDFgI/s400/July%2B2011%2B224.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631669339198801490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There had been a &lt;strong&gt;CRAZY&lt;/strong&gt; storm earlier in the day, that made us a little nervous, but it turned out to be &lt;strong&gt;PERFECT&lt;/strong&gt; weather!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rVbqycSMgfo/Tie2jxBGWqI/AAAAAAAACLw/MgYAlIZ-wGM/s1600/July%2B2011%2B245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rVbqycSMgfo/Tie2jxBGWqI/AAAAAAAACLw/MgYAlIZ-wGM/s400/July%2B2011%2B245.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631670584619719330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much damn fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K1RSdQBVzSw/Tie2UA_RofI/AAAAAAAACLo/BXaQYMxlE6E/s1600/July%2B2011%2B250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K1RSdQBVzSw/Tie2UA_RofI/AAAAAAAACLo/BXaQYMxlE6E/s400/July%2B2011%2B250.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631670314029130226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather and I met up with Torrie, Jess, Deana, and a few others. They were so much fun and truly  made the concert that much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XtNeL5PEAts/Tie3PGkqjHI/AAAAAAAACMI/zP6FDvecYa4/s1600/July%2B2011%2B264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XtNeL5PEAts/Tie3PGkqjHI/AAAAAAAACMI/zP6FDvecYa4/s400/July%2B2011%2B264.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631671329140411506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His opening act was Uncle Cracker, followed by Billy Currington, who is darling!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had seats but the people next to us were boring, so we went up to the grass to be with Deana, and that was where the party was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nca-Dt2h-kk/Tie3O23uz6I/AAAAAAAACL4/YnIvNFYngQ8/s1600/July%2B2011%2B260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nca-Dt2h-kk/Tie3O23uz6I/AAAAAAAACL4/YnIvNFYngQ8/s400/July%2B2011%2B260.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631671324925415330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ps0mAKWa2Ms/Tie3PO6RJJI/AAAAAAAACMA/X9AhH_-rVWw/s1600/July%2B2011%2B268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ps0mAKWa2Ms/Tie3PO6RJJI/AAAAAAAACMA/X9AhH_-rVWw/s400/July%2B2011%2B268.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631671331378504850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We danced and sang to &lt;strong&gt;EVERY&lt;/strong&gt; song...which is how I judge how good a concert was. So, when I can sing the entire time, I know I &lt;strong&gt;LOVED&lt;/strong&gt; it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TzYZM1-X1jg/Tie4jtgn2pI/AAAAAAAACMY/V9sk8qt6NuU/s1600/July%2B2011%2B272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TzYZM1-X1jg/Tie4jtgn2pI/AAAAAAAACMY/V9sk8qt6NuU/s400/July%2B2011%2B272.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631672782701451922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2hQygbyfcSY/Tie4jTAU9fI/AAAAAAAACMQ/BQSC3UG4vag/s1600/July%2B2011%2B274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2hQygbyfcSY/Tie4jTAU9fI/AAAAAAAACMQ/BQSC3UG4vag/s400/July%2B2011%2B274.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631672775586674162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick picked us up, and I won't mention that Heather made me leave before the encore, because I heard on the radio it was the &lt;strong&gt;BEST&lt;/strong&gt; part of the show, and I missed it. But rather than that, it was &lt;strong&gt;AMAZING!&lt;/strong&gt; Now it makes me want to go to Tim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-1520616125600517236?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1520616125600517236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-smile-its-kiss-its-sip-of-wineits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/1520616125600517236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/1520616125600517236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-smile-its-kiss-its-sip-of-wineits.html' title='It&apos;s A Smile, It&apos;s A Kiss, It&apos;s A Sip Of Wine...IT&quot;S SUMMERTIME!!!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-09F73BFv1o8/Tie1HfKIBMI/AAAAAAAACLY/2Oe4p3qi2SU/s72-c/July%2B2011%2B253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-721553042428289452</id><published>2011-07-07T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T19:44:51.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foster Care'/><title type='text'>Expanding Our Options</title><content type='html'>Dustin, Carter and I want to expand our family. We want to have more kiddoes. We want Carter to have a sibling(s). We want him to have a companion to play with and someone to confide in, because we both do with our siblings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many options, yet due to different reasonings, we aren't able to bring more kiddoes into our home due to the following reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not adoption? As much as we would LOVE to adopt a child from birth again, the financial part of adoption is where we are lacking. It is extremely expensive to adopt through an agency, and right now we do not know someone who is pregnant and wanting to place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not fertility? Well, Dustin and I have now been pregnant a couple times, and I have lost the pregnancies. I do not want to spend a bunch of money on fertility treatments and just have my body reject the pregnancy. I would love to be pregnant and carry a child to term, however, right now I do not have much faith in myself in carrying a child. So, we want to put the money towards something more promising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...Today we opened a new door. Dustin and I have decided to look into Foster Care and see what that world offers for ours. Let me start by saying, I. AM. TERRIFIED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met with a social worker this morning, and let me tell you it is so intimidating to have DCFS come to your house, even if it is for all the RIGHT reasons. I was a nervous wreck, and the lady couldn't have been sweeter. Still...scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about what our hopes are, what the goals are, how we feel about all these different situations, and what it is we are willing to do and not do. There was so much information and so much to think about and decide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did it all boil down to? Well, we are going to try it. We start classes next week and then once they are half way through, we start our home study. There are many similiarites to the DCFS application and such, but I am a little overwhelmed at the thought of knowing all that is to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, all this has nothing to do with why I am terrified. It has nothing to do with taking on children who need to be loved, no matter what the story. I am in no means even overly concerned about all the hoops my family and I will jump and go through to provide safety, love, and comfort, to another child(ren). I am terrified about our hearts being broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate goal of fostering is reunification, which I completley understand and will support 100%. What I worry about is Carter spending a year or more with a child, bonding with them, creating a relationship, a friendship, a sibling-hood and then that baby going back with their biological family and Carter getting hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry that Dustin and I will become completley invested in a child, fall head over heels in love with them, and then they get to go back to their family.  It makes me noivous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...nothing ventured nothing gained. I have no doubt that each palcement will bring something incredible to our home. I have hope that we will find a child(ren) who are going to be able to be adopted, who fit our family dynamic, and we can adopt them. But if all else fails, and it doesn't work, we can say we tried and we gave some kiddoes a safe, loving home for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Wednesday Dustin and I will take a leap of faith, start the trainings, and see what doors are going to open for Our Lil Adams Family...Wish us luck!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-721553042428289452?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/721553042428289452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/expanding-our-options.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/721553042428289452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/721553042428289452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/expanding-our-options.html' title='Expanding Our Options'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-4336044750957906564</id><published>2011-07-07T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T17:48:44.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Who Painted Me?</title><content type='html'>Last night, it was late, and I was getting Carter ready for bed. Out of the blue he asked me, "Who painted you white?" I answered with, "NeeNers and Papa Jeff." He seemed to understand that, but then immediately came back with, "Well, who painted me Chocolate?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In doing some research, Dustin and I are very aware that come the age of three, children start to see the difference in color. They start to identify different ethnicities and such around them. In the past month or so, whenever Carter see's a child who is African-American, he will say, "Hey, him Chocolate like me!" We always answer with something like, "yes, he is. Isn't he so handsome?" Then Carter will identify the other children on the box and say, "him not chocolate, her not chocolate..." and point to the other kids. So we knew the conversations would start to be coming sooner than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Carter asked who painted him. I figured this was the perfect time to start conversing with him about his adoption and his birth family. I explained to Carter that he had another family. This was his birth family. I told him that they were chocolate like him and that is why he is chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then asked me where he came from. So I told him his birthmom's tummy. He asked, "why not your tummy?" I tried to explain to him that mommy has not been able to have effective pregnancy's and I couldn't get him to us by myself. So, his birth family created him for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said..."What there name?" So, I told him. I told him about his birth mom, dad, and brother. I told him how amazing they all were and how much we love and appreciate them. We talked about how lucky we were that they picked us. He then asked, "Why they pick you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I will never know how or why she picked us to be the lucky ones to raise our baby. I will always be in awe that they had enough faith and belief in Dustin and I to raise our child. But I don't have any idea how to explain that part to my soon to be 3 year old. So, I told him what his birthmom said. I said, "I don't know baby, your birthmom said she took one look at a picture of mommy and daddy and knew we were supposed to be a family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation carried on for probably 20 minutes. A lot of him trying to understand why he has two sets of parents, and us trying to explain how lucky he is. I made sure to tell him over and over that they loved him so much, and just felt like he belonged with us. That they had created him for Dustin and I so we could all be a family, because that was the only way it could happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the conversation was ending, it dawned on me, I could show our baby a picture of his birth mom and brother. Fortunately, I had blogged some pictures of the two of them before our safe was stolen that held all of the pictures of us together. I showed him how beautiful his birth mom was and how cute his brother was. When he saw the pictures he said, "there chocolate like me!" It touched my heart. I don't want to say any other words then I was in awe that my little boy was learning his adoption story at such a young age. I was in awe at the smile he got when he saw them and I truly believe there was maybe a small glimpse of understanding the role of his birth family and his mom and dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the night came to close, Dustin and I both pulled in our little chocolate bunny for some loves. We explained how much we loved him and how grateful we are that his birth family brought him into the world for us and for our family to be complete. I can only pray that as the questions continue, the correct answers do too. We want our little man to be proud of who he is and where he came from. We want him to know how much he is loved by both families and how lucky we are to have him as part of ours. It truly is an evening I will never forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love and am ever so grateful for adoption and our families birth family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-4336044750957906564?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4336044750957906564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/who-painted-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/4336044750957906564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/4336044750957906564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/who-painted-me.html' title='Who Painted Me?'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-7798454323626590289</id><published>2011-07-07T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T22:09:27.950-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year</title><content type='html'>Really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YUA0oYin3pg/TieiPS2EDlI/AAAAAAAACHI/-R7X4VlNvQk/s1600/July%2B2011%2B166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YUA0oYin3pg/TieiPS2EDlI/AAAAAAAACHI/-R7X4VlNvQk/s400/July%2B2011%2B166.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631648242690428498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older I get, the more I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; the 4th of July. It truly has become my VERY favorite holiday in the whole wide world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u9yMgP8K_8w/TiejSY7hQRI/AAAAAAAACHY/z7sR7BH1CEY/s1600/July%2B2011%2B117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u9yMgP8K_8w/TiejSY7hQRI/AAAAAAAACHY/z7sR7BH1CEY/s400/July%2B2011%2B117.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631649395375161618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made this year even &lt;strong&gt;BETTER&lt;/strong&gt;...It was on a Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TZrJ0DCf49c/TiekiS3olhI/AAAAAAAACHw/ydLTIK3_awQ/s1600/July%2B2011%2B095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TZrJ0DCf49c/TiekiS3olhI/AAAAAAAACHw/ydLTIK3_awQ/s400/July%2B2011%2B095.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631650768137786898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which made it an &lt;strong&gt;ENITRE&lt;/strong&gt; weekend of celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JACnXLPTOWg/Tieju_2RUMI/AAAAAAAACHg/KlcbcfufmaI/s1600/July%2B2011%2B023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JACnXLPTOWg/Tieju_2RUMI/AAAAAAAACHg/KlcbcfufmaI/s400/July%2B2011%2B023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631649886858465474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is when we began to celebrate. My mom, my sis, and I met for pedi's and then made sure we had the MUCH needed new holiday outifits for the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVWWEM4SVUs/TielSDHRoEI/AAAAAAAACH4/eyZ9dYZ7BxI/s1600/July%2B2011%2B136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EVWWEM4SVUs/TielSDHRoEI/AAAAAAAACH4/eyZ9dYZ7BxI/s400/July%2B2011%2B136.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631651588542144578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to Logan Saturday until Sunday afternoon. Dustin and I were able to leave Peanut with Granny and Papa and sneak away to a movie, Green Lantern. That was nice to have a date, it had been awhile. Sunday morning we then went and spent a few hours with Aunt Tammy, we always enjoy our time and chats with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday afternoon we headed to Kristie's and Rand's for a 3rd of July BBQ and Fireworks. Brad and Ty joined our two families, along with Jade and Marissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eXwzx5Dm5hM/Tiem1Hq01bI/AAAAAAAACIQ/XaDRMhOg6_k/s1600/July%2B2011%2B103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eXwzx5Dm5hM/Tiem1Hq01bI/AAAAAAAACIQ/XaDRMhOg6_k/s400/July%2B2011%2B103.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631653290572043698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aBFCkpOciW0/Tiem00oNb9I/AAAAAAAACII/-Ot0qD7htlI/s1600/July%2B2011%2B098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aBFCkpOciW0/Tiem00oNb9I/AAAAAAAACII/-Ot0qD7htlI/s400/July%2B2011%2B098.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631653285460799442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cYbk1-CIzJA/Tiem07S0zAI/AAAAAAAACIA/2QYlaVpw00Y/s1600/July%2B2011%2B156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cYbk1-CIzJA/Tiem07S0zAI/AAAAAAAACIA/2QYlaVpw00Y/s400/July%2B2011%2B156.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631653287250152450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with a bbq. Shortly after, there was a MASSIVE shaving cream fight. It was so fun to watch the kids play and really get into the fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaOdZa2es6I/TierXxe2_6I/AAAAAAAACI4/AJ_-QxZgUmo/s1600/July%2B2011%2B020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaOdZa2es6I/TierXxe2_6I/AAAAAAAACI4/AJ_-QxZgUmo/s400/July%2B2011%2B020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631658283958206370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QjtuMvYOXg8/TierXWmXApI/AAAAAAAACIw/1zOfCr9Rr4w/s1600/July%2B2011%2B031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QjtuMvYOXg8/TierXWmXApI/AAAAAAAACIw/1zOfCr9Rr4w/s400/July%2B2011%2B031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631658276741907090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfk32i_dMtc/TierXDuaEpI/AAAAAAAACIo/YNEG-i-q3yA/s1600/July%2B2011%2B016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfk32i_dMtc/TierXDuaEpI/AAAAAAAACIo/YNEG-i-q3yA/s400/July%2B2011%2B016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631658271675388562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-USfAYyJ_gPk/TierWhXxL6I/AAAAAAAACIg/ATxQVr-P8o4/s1600/July%2B2011%2B037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-USfAYyJ_gPk/TierWhXxL6I/AAAAAAAACIg/ATxQVr-P8o4/s400/July%2B2011%2B037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631658262453628834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtQnAEsfaE/TierWVEJEfI/AAAAAAAACIY/WIeShqNt8OE/s1600/July%2B2011%2B063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UWtQnAEsfaE/TierWVEJEfI/AAAAAAAACIY/WIeShqNt8OE/s400/July%2B2011%2B063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631658259150082546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the shaving cream, we fed the Little's their cupcakes and got ready to light off the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun and the kids LOVED it! Let's be honest the adults LOVED it too. In fact, we had to go get more because when they were all gone, we were not ready for them to be over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zqyvDrZ5O0A/TieuejWt9EI/AAAAAAAACJg/WC_iGf0TAUM/s1600/July%2B2011%2B152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zqyvDrZ5O0A/TieuejWt9EI/AAAAAAAACJg/WC_iGf0TAUM/s400/July%2B2011%2B152.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631661698959930434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vukekzLMiPQ/TieueLGw4UI/AAAAAAAACJY/a8a9mDAxprQ/s1600/July%2B2011%2B125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vukekzLMiPQ/TieueLGw4UI/AAAAAAAACJY/a8a9mDAxprQ/s400/July%2B2011%2B125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631661692450562370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0EZqEqIhQqk/TieueNuja_I/AAAAAAAACJQ/lgVSsGA4kMg/s1600/July%2B2011%2B131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0EZqEqIhQqk/TieueNuja_I/AAAAAAAACJQ/lgVSsGA4kMg/s400/July%2B2011%2B131.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631661693154323442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_wj82tzy0L0/TieudxjERlI/AAAAAAAACJI/y6hpIn0fTvQ/s1600/July%2B2011%2B129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_wj82tzy0L0/TieudxjERlI/AAAAAAAACJI/y6hpIn0fTvQ/s400/July%2B2011%2B129.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631661685589952082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZACB6qF0EF8/TieudqHIt1I/AAAAAAAACJA/Vy5gsuYxm5g/s1600/July%2B2011%2B154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZACB6qF0EF8/TieudqHIt1I/AAAAAAAACJA/Vy5gsuYxm5g/s400/July%2B2011%2B154.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631661683593754450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning, my little family, met mom and Gar for the Murray parade. Which is most &lt;strong&gt;DEFINITELY&lt;/strong&gt; one of my favorite parts of the holiday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6wWlwtQhZE0/Tiew3l3KYGI/AAAAAAAACKI/wrvKBp-8z84/s1600/July%2B2011%2B168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6wWlwtQhZE0/Tiew3l3KYGI/AAAAAAAACKI/wrvKBp-8z84/s400/July%2B2011%2B168.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631664328152866914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eJpn14BVz9E/Tiew3YtuV_I/AAAAAAAACKA/-gNyEn-VDYY/s1600/July%2B2011%2B190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eJpn14BVz9E/Tiew3YtuV_I/AAAAAAAACKA/-gNyEn-VDYY/s400/July%2B2011%2B190.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631664324623620082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7loJw6yFmKQ/Tiew2xGAd9I/AAAAAAAACJ4/X7yiJn_nXfI/s1600/July%2B2011%2B163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7loJw6yFmKQ/Tiew2xGAd9I/AAAAAAAACJ4/X7yiJn_nXfI/s400/July%2B2011%2B163.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631664313988052946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iuvv-klFhBg/Tiew2hDOVcI/AAAAAAAACJw/a6Ekfbn2N4w/s1600/July%2B2011%2B162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iuvv-klFhBg/Tiew2hDOVcI/AAAAAAAACJw/a6Ekfbn2N4w/s400/July%2B2011%2B162.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631664309681411522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wqdriafcNfQ/Tiew2UW5i3I/AAAAAAAACJo/MXVM3fTH6M0/s1600/July%2B2011%2B181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wqdriafcNfQ/Tiew2UW5i3I/AAAAAAAACJo/MXVM3fTH6M0/s400/July%2B2011%2B181.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631664306274274162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little later we met Mom, Gar, and the Hansen family at the park for Murray Fun Days. The kids played on the slides, ate some cotton candy, played a few games, and ran around. Another &lt;strong&gt;AWESOME&lt;/strong&gt; part of the 4th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HccIU8eLRSo/TiezHGxX1uI/AAAAAAAACKw/-I73FfpTG3I/s1600/July%2B2011%2B194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HccIU8eLRSo/TiezHGxX1uI/AAAAAAAACKw/-I73FfpTG3I/s400/July%2B2011%2B194.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631666793708246754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SaIEx_mZByg/TiezGzRY2kI/AAAAAAAACKo/8wj2U68U_Fs/s1600/July%2B2011%2B199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SaIEx_mZByg/TiezGzRY2kI/AAAAAAAACKo/8wj2U68U_Fs/s400/July%2B2011%2B199.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631666788473821762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R3w0l2qz7Gk/TiezGTEppxI/AAAAAAAACKg/uMpaxxSQb14/s1600/July%2B2011%2B197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R3w0l2qz7Gk/TiezGTEppxI/AAAAAAAACKg/uMpaxxSQb14/s400/July%2B2011%2B197.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631666779830462226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ooh20Itx48s/TiezGIW-45I/AAAAAAAACKY/2inJbCMrEb0/s1600/July%2B2011%2B193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ooh20Itx48s/TiezGIW-45I/AAAAAAAACKY/2inJbCMrEb0/s400/July%2B2011%2B193.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631666776954561426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o5Raf8nWXoU/TiezF7Qzy4I/AAAAAAAACKQ/rNb_F6AtSnk/s1600/July%2B2011%2B200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o5Raf8nWXoU/TiezF7Qzy4I/AAAAAAAACKQ/rNb_F6AtSnk/s400/July%2B2011%2B200.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631666773439007618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were done at the park, we went to Nathan's for a block party. The whole street came out at his house and we had a BBQ. There was potato salad, hamburgers and dogs, chips and lemonade. We all played volleyball and then did fireworks together. It really is what the 4th of July is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0mXG00Zim_U/Tiez4aCM2cI/AAAAAAAACLQ/moJJVmLeBRs/s1600/July%2B2011%2B202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0mXG00Zim_U/Tiez4aCM2cI/AAAAAAAACLQ/moJJVmLeBRs/s400/July%2B2011%2B202.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631667640692693442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Fl6JIGlUpM/Tiez3o8vTKI/AAAAAAAACLI/VNzmVAi5bgg/s1600/July%2B2011%2B203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Fl6JIGlUpM/Tiez3o8vTKI/AAAAAAAACLI/VNzmVAi5bgg/s400/July%2B2011%2B203.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631667627516447906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GTaUvwHsBGk/Tiez3b_8a8I/AAAAAAAACLA/5uJ7quAxY9o/s1600/July%2B2011%2B206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GTaUvwHsBGk/Tiez3b_8a8I/AAAAAAAACLA/5uJ7quAxY9o/s400/July%2B2011%2B206.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631667624040229826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FfDZTQFo_wY/Tiez3HFfAoI/AAAAAAAACK4/d1BZMzNI-i8/s1600/July%2B2011%2B209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FfDZTQFo_wY/Tiez3HFfAoI/AAAAAAAACK4/d1BZMzNI-i8/s400/July%2B2011%2B209.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631667618426323586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this quote on a facebook post and fell in &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; with it. So, I am going to end with it. "You have to love a nation that celebrates its independence every July 4, not with a parade of guns, tanks, and soldiers who file by the White House in a show of strength and muscle, but with family picnics where kids throw Frisbees, the potato salad gets iffy, and the flies die from happiness. 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I didn't know how he would handle it or what he would think, but I must say, HE. LOVED. EVERY. PART. OF. IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z2BdSzobQzY/Tg0rJ46klxI/AAAAAAAACGQ/OhLhJCOejFU/s1600/IMG_0807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z2BdSzobQzY/Tg0rJ46klxI/AAAAAAAACGQ/OhLhJCOejFU/s400/IMG_0807.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624198958552487698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C-WlGiCEB6c/Tg0rJPt_DvI/AAAAAAAACGA/Qj7v0N34qO4/s1600/IMG_0854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C-WlGiCEB6c/Tg0rJPt_DvI/AAAAAAAACGA/Qj7v0N34qO4/s400/IMG_0854.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624198947493842674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hi7iDcDfZjk/Tg0rI1HAnlI/AAAAAAAACF4/Ohahm58yNwQ/s1600/IMG_0862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hi7iDcDfZjk/Tg0rI1HAnlI/AAAAAAAACF4/Ohahm58yNwQ/s400/IMG_0862.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624198940351045202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went with Kris and Rand's family and started off at the Rattlesnake Rapids. We were all worried about Kristie's purse getting soaked since she had the phones in it, and by luck, I am the one that got competely DRENCHED! Carter thought it was so funny and was laughing the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AJU-eKw6xlE/Tg0rKZoHUrI/AAAAAAAACGY/cRTwRuMj8KQ/s1600/IMG_0824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AJU-eKw6xlE/Tg0rKZoHUrI/AAAAAAAACGY/cRTwRuMj8KQ/s400/IMG_0824.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624198967333442226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were done with the Rapids, we headed over to kiddie land, and that is where we spent the majority of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to take Carter on all of the kiddie rides and he was amazing. Anything from the planes and boats, to the jumping dragon, to the egg drop, he just loved. Every time one ride would finish he would just say, "again, again." The only ride he did not like was the Ride of Terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g4JlPaaS3xI/Tg0s4gTkjgI/AAAAAAAACHA/SDN4bi4HevQ/s1600/IMG_0814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g4JlPaaS3xI/Tg0s4gTkjgI/AAAAAAAACHA/SDN4bi4HevQ/s400/IMG_0814.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624200858911936002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LscnK4bCFOc/Tg0s3wTYO3I/AAAAAAAACG4/c6TcaENX_GY/s1600/IMG_0872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LscnK4bCFOc/Tg0s3wTYO3I/AAAAAAAACG4/c6TcaENX_GY/s400/IMG_0872.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624200846026226546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C55kR0cgEjs/Tg0s3pphUuI/AAAAAAAACGw/ueL0HafW-0c/s1600/IMG_0874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C55kR0cgEjs/Tg0s3pphUuI/AAAAAAAACGw/ueL0HafW-0c/s400/IMG_0874.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624200844240048866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3FDImDtkNEs/Tg0s2__Z68I/AAAAAAAACGo/6mOXiMpJc8o/s1600/IMG_0812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3FDImDtkNEs/Tg0s2__Z68I/AAAAAAAACGo/6mOXiMpJc8o/s400/IMG_0812.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624200833057549250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EdYxoCHBaxw/Tg0s2kw5N0I/AAAAAAAACGg/5kCGI-T8hlw/s1600/IMG_0850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EdYxoCHBaxw/Tg0s2kw5N0I/AAAAAAAACGg/5kCGI-T8hlw/s400/IMG_0850.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624200825748928322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin and I snuck a way to ride "Wicked" one time and that was awesome. We are hoping to go back next week, minus the little, so we can have a date and do all the big kid rollercoasters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode the train, ate a funnel cake, and again enjoyed one another's company. We had so much fun out there, I truly beleive it was the most fun Our Lil Adams Family has had in a long time, and we cannont WAIT to do it again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-2425168664541262798?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2425168664541262798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/carters-1st-trip-to-lagoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/2425168664541262798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/2425168664541262798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/carters-1st-trip-to-lagoon.html' title='Carter&apos;s 1st Trip To Lagoon'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z2BdSzobQzY/Tg0rJ46klxI/AAAAAAAACGQ/OhLhJCOejFU/s72-c/IMG_0807.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-7511888890085050367</id><published>2011-06-30T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T18:51:27.526-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Seven Peaks</title><content type='html'>This summer we bought passes to Seven Peaks. It was part of the Passes of All Passes, and since Carter was free, Dustin and I bought a couple for us. We didn't know how much we would be leaving Salt Lake this summer due to gas prices and our budget, so we decided we might as well get a few things we can do that will make it feel like summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Z2EwXcgzw0/Tg0njKfDl9I/AAAAAAAACFg/nbpnwZ4fPuk/s1600/IMG_0775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Z2EwXcgzw0/Tg0njKfDl9I/AAAAAAAACFg/nbpnwZ4fPuk/s400/IMG_0775.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624194994719135698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CMyNq7yQXs8/Tg0ni0QXQII/AAAAAAAACFY/cRnQHnjbwX8/s1600/IMG_0764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CMyNq7yQXs8/Tg0ni0QXQII/AAAAAAAACFY/cRnQHnjbwX8/s400/IMG_0764.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624194988751929474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vN5dOx0KfD0/Tg0nipJr5KI/AAAAAAAACFQ/9wmquWvoOQI/s1600/IMG_0771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vN5dOx0KfD0/Tg0nipJr5KI/AAAAAAAACFQ/9wmquWvoOQI/s400/IMG_0771.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624194985771132066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Carter and I went with Kristie and her kiddoes. We spent a few hours there and Carter was in heaven. He so loves being outside and in the water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2tQif8Nc3iM/Tg0njzadtZI/AAAAAAAACFw/LMUVydSSJK4/s1600/IMG_0768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2tQif8Nc3iM/Tg0njzadtZI/AAAAAAAACFw/LMUVydSSJK4/s400/IMG_0768.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624195005705729426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must confess I loved it too. He was entertained, I had adult company, and we got to enjoy the sunshine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gnqvYI45Cyc/Tg0njV4d5bI/AAAAAAAACFo/NXz-KuX9--w/s1600/IMG_0773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gnqvYI45Cyc/Tg0njV4d5bI/AAAAAAAACFo/NXz-KuX9--w/s400/IMG_0773.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624194997778507186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we all went again and this time Dustin was able to join us. It was a great family adventure and I think we will be thrilled with our pass this summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-7511888890085050367?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7511888890085050367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/seven-peaks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/7511888890085050367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/7511888890085050367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/seven-peaks.html' title='Seven Peaks'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Z2EwXcgzw0/Tg0njKfDl9I/AAAAAAAACFg/nbpnwZ4fPuk/s72-c/IMG_0775.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-8278883362733482693</id><published>2011-06-30T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T18:33:59.022-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>The Water Ball</title><content type='html'>Last week Coli, Lou, and Carter were going through cousin withdrawals. The three of them are truly best friends, and LOVE to be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eEe3mwvg5vU/Tg0d6PFCTcI/AAAAAAAACDg/Oo0fuKL-y2A/s1600/June%2B2011%2B464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eEe3mwvg5vU/Tg0d6PFCTcI/AAAAAAAACDg/Oo0fuKL-y2A/s400/June%2B2011%2B464.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624184395972890050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter had asked me if he we could play with "Colin Man and Baby sister" that day. I had no big plans, it was hot and I thought it sounded good. So, while Stac got her kiddoes ready Peanut and I ran to Wal-Mart and bought a Water Ball. Oh boy...What fun it turned out to be!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ScDX4GDSw8/Tg0hLGbAoEI/AAAAAAAACEI/R-2EiSNKw4A/s1600/June%2B2011%2B470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ScDX4GDSw8/Tg0hLGbAoEI/AAAAAAAACEI/R-2EiSNKw4A/s400/June%2B2011%2B470.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624187984241795138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yRLbfuNhkiw/Tg0hKzaGDXI/AAAAAAAACEA/_EYKUUb8a0o/s1600/June%2B2011%2B478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yRLbfuNhkiw/Tg0hKzaGDXI/AAAAAAAACEA/_EYKUUb8a0o/s400/June%2B2011%2B478.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624187979137682802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wEPWh8mEswA/Tg0hKU5vWYI/AAAAAAAACD4/Sfscava5BTI/s1600/June%2B2011%2B481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wEPWh8mEswA/Tg0hKU5vWYI/AAAAAAAACD4/Sfscava5BTI/s400/June%2B2011%2B481.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624187970948913538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iNQ-9oEqU_I/Tg0hKOdo6mI/AAAAAAAACDw/xUC_KWp2mdM/s1600/June%2B2011%2B489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iNQ-9oEqU_I/Tg0hKOdo6mI/AAAAAAAACDw/xUC_KWp2mdM/s400/June%2B2011%2B489.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624187969220438626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jNTZ1jJir-k/Tg0hJyPErxI/AAAAAAAACDo/lmNaBkbEfcw/s1600/June%2B2011%2B507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jNTZ1jJir-k/Tg0hJyPErxI/AAAAAAAACDo/lmNaBkbEfcw/s400/June%2B2011%2B507.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624187961643151122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids spent a couple hours running in and out of the Water Ball. They loved it. Stac and I had the opportunity to just sit back, snap pictures and enjoy the BEAUTIFUL weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L4BDGnQG7gc/Tg0iyDEcppI/AAAAAAAACEw/OYZ7TzjIASU/s1600/June%2B2011%2B496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L4BDGnQG7gc/Tg0iyDEcppI/AAAAAAAACEw/OYZ7TzjIASU/s400/June%2B2011%2B496.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624189752868382354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SGo5cYtWmpQ/Tg0ixufZhUI/AAAAAAAACEo/HGoOALex9j0/s1600/June%2B2011%2B497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SGo5cYtWmpQ/Tg0ixufZhUI/AAAAAAAACEo/HGoOALex9j0/s400/June%2B2011%2B497.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624189747344278850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ptM0b0w5mZ8/Tg0ixfeh3NI/AAAAAAAACEg/8ZLtHV4K9EE/s1600/June%2B2011%2B510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ptM0b0w5mZ8/Tg0ixfeh3NI/AAAAAAAACEg/8ZLtHV4K9EE/s400/June%2B2011%2B510.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624189743314099410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yYjeXwsG0KQ/Tg0ixLKaK5I/AAAAAAAACEY/Wl3kVcGm10Q/s1600/June%2B2011%2B529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yYjeXwsG0KQ/Tg0ixLKaK5I/AAAAAAAACEY/Wl3kVcGm10Q/s400/June%2B2011%2B529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624189737861000082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CQL4_CSAu80/Tg0iw3OyNPI/AAAAAAAACEQ/qsIACAfQ3j8/s1600/June%2B2011%2B499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CQL4_CSAu80/Tg0iw3OyNPI/AAAAAAAACEQ/qsIACAfQ3j8/s400/June%2B2011%2B499.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624189732510643442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour and a half or so, we called the kiddoes in for some popsicles. They enjoyed the break and sat and played. As soon as tehy were done though, they were back on the lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U_SFdsDlyKw/Tg0j2VIMYwI/AAAAAAAACFI/ehI2VOa_2dY/s1600/June%2B2011%2B538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U_SFdsDlyKw/Tg0j2VIMYwI/AAAAAAAACFI/ehI2VOa_2dY/s400/June%2B2011%2B538.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624190925947036418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mPsyAkOBNh4/Tg0j2CMqR_I/AAAAAAAACFA/Xh0aBbTR8j0/s1600/June%2B2011%2B550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mPsyAkOBNh4/Tg0j2CMqR_I/AAAAAAAACFA/Xh0aBbTR8j0/s400/June%2B2011%2B550.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624190920865499122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n38a9Rhb6-I/Tg0j1tjZaiI/AAAAAAAACE4/oCv8QRzX_Us/s1600/June%2B2011%2B547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n38a9Rhb6-I/Tg0j1tjZaiI/AAAAAAAACE4/oCv8QRzX_Us/s400/June%2B2011%2B547.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624190915323718178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so loved having the Cousin's over for for an afternoon in the sun and water. We cannot WAIT to do it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-8278883362733482693?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8278883362733482693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/water-ball.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/8278883362733482693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/8278883362733482693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/water-ball.html' title='The Water Ball'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eEe3mwvg5vU/Tg0d6PFCTcI/AAAAAAAACDg/Oo0fuKL-y2A/s72-c/June%2B2011%2B464.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-470388131874529397</id><published>2011-06-23T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T18:03:57.136-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lindsey'/><title type='text'>RENT</title><content type='html'>Several years ago I was in New York and saw the sign for a play called, "RENT." I was young and not very worldly and really had no idea what kind of play it would be. So, I opted for Beauty and The Beast and Phantom Of The Opera. They were both incredible and I loved that I had seen both of them on Broadway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home and a few years later, I saw there was a movie called, "RENT." It was based on the play and I was anxious to watch. So, I rented it, watched it, LOVED it, watched it, and eventually bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I have had this HUGE desire to see "RENT" live. I have wanted to see the characters act and get the whole scoop. Last September, at "The Lion King" in the pamphlet I saw "RENT" was coming to Pioneer Theatre. While we were there I told my mom this was the next MUST see play. Well, most the time I forget, but this one was important enough I continued to pay attention to dates and times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oc0N7BL1XIA/Tg0bse9rSmI/AAAAAAAACDI/gdKmy3hBHUY/s1600/IMG_0754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oc0N7BL1XIA/Tg0bse9rSmI/AAAAAAAACDI/gdKmy3hBHUY/s400/IMG_0754.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624181960695564898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday my mom and I were talking and agreed to go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT. WAS. INCREDIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7zbPOFbuzk/Tg0brxaVLRI/AAAAAAAACC4/H1vWlQbTCDU/s1600/IMG_0753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7zbPOFbuzk/Tg0brxaVLRI/AAAAAAAACC4/H1vWlQbTCDU/s400/IMG_0753.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624181948467719442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenery was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd was so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seats couldn't have been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was in HEAVEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LMS9kft9GMI/Tg0cwf_OYjI/AAAAAAAACDY/IB8Z9JjwK3w/s1600/IMG_0750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LMS9kft9GMI/Tg0cwf_OYjI/AAAAAAAACDY/IB8Z9JjwK3w/s400/IMG_0750.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624183129201599026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music to RENT touches me. There is something about it that reaches my soul and I totally get. I don't know if it is because it is a group of friends who go through huge trials and stick together or if it is that so much of what they discuss is Taboo but so much reality. I don't know...but it gets me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was truly one of the VERY best plays I have EVER been to. I was in awe of the performance and loved how they made it their own. Their was more music in the play then in the movie and I thought it just brought the whole story in even more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oJAXnuRvArc/Tg0bsHEBbYI/AAAAAAAACDA/UkbUQWqnRsw/s1600/IMG_0743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oJAXnuRvArc/Tg0bsHEBbYI/AAAAAAAACDA/UkbUQWqnRsw/s400/IMG_0743.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624181954279730562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ever so glad I had the opportunity to see this show. I am going to add to my bucket list to see RENT on Broadway...just so I can say I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-470388131874529397?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/470388131874529397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/rent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/470388131874529397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/470388131874529397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/rent.html' title='RENT'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oc0N7BL1XIA/Tg0bse9rSmI/AAAAAAAACDI/gdKmy3hBHUY/s72-c/IMG_0754.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-5494712201782453203</id><published>2011-06-23T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T18:58:15.875-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>Lou Turns 2, Father's Day, and A Leak!</title><content type='html'>Sunday was quite the day. We woke up early to get the house all ready for Lynnie Lou's 2nd birthday party. The weather was CRAZY so we knew we would be hosting indoors on this one. We got the house all clean and Grandpa Garry ordered this for the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m1iruwRkUE4/TgPsm7FX8yI/AAAAAAAACBo/vujOQHdzGNQ/s1600/June%2B2011%2B431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m1iruwRkUE4/TgPsm7FX8yI/AAAAAAAACBo/vujOQHdzGNQ/s400/June%2B2011%2B431.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621596913327928098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still needed to get ready, so while Stac and Bri started decorating Dustin and I went upstairs to shower and get ready. While Dustin was in the shower Stacy comes RUNNING up the stairs, pounds on the door and informs us that there is water pouring out of our ceiling fan downstairs. AWESOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have had a lot on my plate the last couple weeks and this was just to much for me. So, my dear husband, on his Father's Day, got to go downstairs and see what was going on. Once my hair was curled, my make-up was on, and I was dressed...(basically there was NOTHING left for me to do but go look)....I went downstairs to find this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Oipbh-Uuf4/TgPtoD4guMI/AAAAAAAACB4/x3mX2Xh4rLM/s1600/June%2B2011%2B455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Oipbh-Uuf4/TgPtoD4guMI/AAAAAAAACB4/x3mX2Xh4rLM/s400/June%2B2011%2B455.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621598032381393090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Irht1GDupeA/TgPtntk-OlI/AAAAAAAACBw/P9USfUbHflA/s1600/June%2B2011%2B462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Irht1GDupeA/TgPtntk-OlI/AAAAAAAACBw/P9USfUbHflA/s400/June%2B2011%2B462.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621598026393860690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I may have had a bit of an emotional breakdown, and people may have thought I was being dramatic but it was just a lot for the time being. I recognize now it is what it is and in the big picture it's nothing. I was just not ready for holes in my ceiling and a leak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I pulled myself together we celebrated Lou's 2nd birthday. She is so fun and it was a pleasure having people at our home to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z_yeqTcYz-g/TgPujslFU3I/AAAAAAAACCI/jNq5S8863mI/s1600/June%2B2011%2B429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z_yeqTcYz-g/TgPujslFU3I/AAAAAAAACCI/jNq5S8863mI/s400/June%2B2011%2B429.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621599056918041458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the party was done, we headed to Mandy's for dinner. She had a very nice BBQ for all of us and we got to spend time celebrating the dad's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite the day and I was ready for bed. I just want to say how grateful I am for Dustin and all he does for our little family. There have been several events these past few weeks where my husband has taken a situation and been AMAZING in dealing with it and more so me. I love him and how much he can balance me out. I love you babe and Happy Daddy's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-5494712201782453203?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5494712201782453203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/lou-turns-2-fathers-day-and-leak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/5494712201782453203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/5494712201782453203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/lou-turns-2-fathers-day-and-leak.html' title='Lou Turns 2, Father&apos;s Day, and A Leak!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m1iruwRkUE4/TgPsm7FX8yI/AAAAAAAACBo/vujOQHdzGNQ/s72-c/June%2B2011%2B431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-1024096678102092425</id><published>2011-06-21T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T21:16:21.728-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Heather's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>Friday night was Heather's birthday party. And it was time to celebrate her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z4qzpKcOjQ8/TgFoDbmTwjI/AAAAAAAACAg/R9VS2-5yIqE/s1600/June%2B2011%2B426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z4qzpKcOjQ8/TgFoDbmTwjI/AAAAAAAACAg/R9VS2-5yIqE/s400/June%2B2011%2B426.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620888218092421682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my peeps were attending and I was excited to go see everyone. There has been some tension in the group the past couple months, and it was time to come together and put things aside. I think for the most part it worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted Joc to do my make-up and hair so I was late. But it was so fun to have Joc dress me up. I wish I had the ability to do hair and make up like Joc does. She is AMAZING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iGILxFj_rJc/TgFoCz8YdxI/AAAAAAAACAY/hGsH2G18IEw/s1600/June%2B2011%2B410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iGILxFj_rJc/TgFoCz8YdxI/AAAAAAAACAY/hGsH2G18IEw/s400/June%2B2011%2B410.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620888207447586578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Gar, and Joc agreed to keep Peanut for the night, so I kissed his face and left him with the fam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got there I had the opportunity to talk with my friends and make sure we were all on the same page. Which I really think we are. I am not sure why tension has arisen in the group, but we all felt it and all agreed it was so silly to be being weird. So...we gave a toast and moved along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Rr6KDKAums/TgFoCSxIAyI/AAAAAAAACAQ/56yV9K_gXKw/s1600/June%2B2011%2B411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Rr6KDKAums/TgFoCSxIAyI/AAAAAAAACAQ/56yV9K_gXKw/s400/June%2B2011%2B411.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620888198542000930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Ech6jla4_c/TgFoCMFrP2I/AAAAAAAACAI/wX-XgxxJ0VY/s1600/June%2B2011%2B413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Ech6jla4_c/TgFoCMFrP2I/AAAAAAAACAI/wX-XgxxJ0VY/s400/June%2B2011%2B413.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620888196749148002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QV2cHtHLWG4/TgFoBlcE7AI/AAAAAAAACAA/ZtSCGucHFT8/s1600/June%2B2011%2B414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QV2cHtHLWG4/TgFoBlcE7AI/AAAAAAAACAA/ZtSCGucHFT8/s400/June%2B2011%2B414.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620888186374122498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-slyvaOG3TUw/TgFq_5vCX3I/AAAAAAAACBI/Ll0tOKjcp-Y/s1600/June%2B2011%2B416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-slyvaOG3TUw/TgFq_5vCX3I/AAAAAAAACBI/Ll0tOKjcp-Y/s400/June%2B2011%2B416.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620891455997501298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ncpdpCcQpyI/TgFq_EYDGrI/AAAAAAAACBA/lyO3v3VxUHA/s1600/June%2B2011%2B417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ncpdpCcQpyI/TgFq_EYDGrI/AAAAAAAACBA/lyO3v3VxUHA/s400/June%2B2011%2B417.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620891441674001074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUHBY-fHcQg/TgFq-s8m1_I/AAAAAAAACA4/ZWsy_geq81I/s1600/June%2B2011%2B419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUHBY-fHcQg/TgFq-s8m1_I/AAAAAAAACA4/ZWsy_geq81I/s400/June%2B2011%2B419.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620891435384887282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--vytilTRfzA/TgFq-WskZ5I/AAAAAAAACAw/xGUSxPf0Ebc/s1600/June%2B2011%2B421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--vytilTRfzA/TgFq-WskZ5I/AAAAAAAACAw/xGUSxPf0Ebc/s400/June%2B2011%2B421.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620891429412038546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday gorgeous girl! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2OuUE7oMpaM/TgFq9-QUDGI/AAAAAAAACAo/8yNRuiiqJoU/s1600/June%2B2011%2B422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2OuUE7oMpaM/TgFq9-QUDGI/AAAAAAAACAo/8yNRuiiqJoU/s400/June%2B2011%2B422.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620891422851075170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the night we were all back to us. We were laughing, telling stories, and catching up. I love my friends and am so grateful for each one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-1024096678102092425?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1024096678102092425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/heathers-birthday-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/1024096678102092425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/1024096678102092425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/heathers-birthday-party.html' title='Heather&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z4qzpKcOjQ8/TgFoDbmTwjI/AAAAAAAACAg/R9VS2-5yIqE/s72-c/June%2B2011%2B426.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-7266765961183864777</id><published>2011-06-21T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T19:57:53.511-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Hanging With J</title><content type='html'>On Sunday Joc and I met Dad, Kel, Hailey, and Griffin for breakfast at the Original Pancake House. After we were done, Joc and I decided to head up to dad's to hang out a little more and just chat. We hung out there for a few hours, but I started feeling poorly and went back to my mom's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next couple days I was down and not very energetic. So, we kind of just hung out at mom's, went to La Frontera, and decided to put high lights in my hair. Joc has never done them before, but like everything else when it comes to beauty stuff, she did great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wMBborEuYHU/TgFSYcu8auI/AAAAAAAAB94/BSVExNd1jnI/s1600/June%2B2011%2B397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wMBborEuYHU/TgFSYcu8auI/AAAAAAAAB94/BSVExNd1jnI/s400/June%2B2011%2B397.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620864389918517986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nN3-f9-_5bU/TgFSXmGuvrI/AAAAAAAAB9w/Ru9vtt-kMUQ/s1600/June%2B2011%2B399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nN3-f9-_5bU/TgFSXmGuvrI/AAAAAAAAB9w/Ru9vtt-kMUQ/s400/June%2B2011%2B399.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620864375254335154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday Mom, Joc, and I decided to take the 3 babes to the zoo. I haven't been to the zoo since Carter was an infant, and this time was so much more fun. He loved to look at all the animals, ask questions, and make dinosaur noises. The T-Rex scared Coli and Carter but Lou took on the dinour like a champ. She is the brave one of the three. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bB3r-8RVcgg/TgFVY1UZolI/AAAAAAAAB-g/oFMPdhaIf2E/s1600/June%2B2011%2B160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bB3r-8RVcgg/TgFVY1UZolI/AAAAAAAAB-g/oFMPdhaIf2E/s400/June%2B2011%2B160.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620867695052956242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mXXSWJvQ3Y4/TgFVYsyIK4I/AAAAAAAAB-Y/FRXDLT-7WhM/s1600/June%2B2011%2B164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mXXSWJvQ3Y4/TgFVYsyIK4I/AAAAAAAAB-Y/FRXDLT-7WhM/s400/June%2B2011%2B164.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620867692761721730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osH8jbNW50g/TgFVYT7t_QI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/QGSGQMHS8vc/s1600/June%2B2011%2B176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osH8jbNW50g/TgFVYT7t_QI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/QGSGQMHS8vc/s400/June%2B2011%2B176.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620867686091062530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-izRLUb0tc30/TgFVYdZSYOI/AAAAAAAAB-I/b2isIgaCG5c/s1600/June%2B2011%2B181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-izRLUb0tc30/TgFVYdZSYOI/AAAAAAAAB-I/b2isIgaCG5c/s400/June%2B2011%2B181.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620867688631001314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IWtoUbDcMnc/TgFVX7bHQoI/AAAAAAAAB-A/sV3qWC2a7kc/s1600/June%2B2011%2B187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IWtoUbDcMnc/TgFVX7bHQoI/AAAAAAAAB-A/sV3qWC2a7kc/s400/June%2B2011%2B187.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620867679511855746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some more pics of our outting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M4M19IVpCPs/TgFYZMRzQZI/AAAAAAAAB_I/3blLmLjG9zA/s1600/June%2B2011%2B190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M4M19IVpCPs/TgFYZMRzQZI/AAAAAAAAB_I/3blLmLjG9zA/s400/June%2B2011%2B190.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620870999750951314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxTF6uYpGiM/TgFYY2A31MI/AAAAAAAAB_A/rJxfCWj1PDg/s1600/June%2B2011%2B192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxTF6uYpGiM/TgFYY2A31MI/AAAAAAAAB_A/rJxfCWj1PDg/s400/June%2B2011%2B192.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620870993774367938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QGlPKzhQ6aA/TgFYYsrrYdI/AAAAAAAAB-4/xcy50FGvB6c/s1600/June%2B2011%2B195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QGlPKzhQ6aA/TgFYYsrrYdI/AAAAAAAAB-4/xcy50FGvB6c/s400/June%2B2011%2B195.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620870991269552594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-888cgyM2AHM/TgFYYMi_rSI/AAAAAAAAB-w/ywFswUxg_e8/s1600/June%2B2011%2B239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-888cgyM2AHM/TgFYYMi_rSI/AAAAAAAAB-w/ywFswUxg_e8/s400/June%2B2011%2B239.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620870982643199266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6cI_PHyL0Pw/TgFYX5ioHQI/AAAAAAAAB-o/pAWgA38JhyY/s1600/June%2B2011%2B243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6cI_PHyL0Pw/TgFYX5ioHQI/AAAAAAAAB-o/pAWgA38JhyY/s400/June%2B2011%2B243.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620870977541381378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During her week here we also went to dinner with Sara, had a family bbq at dad's, shopping, shopping, and La Frontera. It was so fun having her home and I LOVED how much time the two of us got to spend together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-7266765961183864777?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7266765961183864777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/hanging-with-j.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/7266765961183864777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/7266765961183864777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/hanging-with-j.html' title='Hanging With J'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wMBborEuYHU/TgFSYcu8auI/AAAAAAAAB94/BSVExNd1jnI/s72-c/June%2B2011%2B397.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-8685779221204025419</id><published>2011-06-21T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T17:05:42.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Joc Comes Home</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, June 11, my little sister Jocelyn came home. She has not been home since Christmas, and I could not have asked for her to be home then at a more needed time. I had kind of had an emotional week, and the moment I saw my little sis walking down the escalator, I started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got home and we immediately went to Virg's for breakfast. It was delightful and so yummy! We love Virg's and it is one of the places we always like to go to eat some grub. We then went and looked at some hair supplies, and I immediately asked Joc for a hair cut. My hair was looking awful and I had been counting down for a month for her to get here to cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6sOY-ZQBL-0/TgEuQr5E4XI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/yR4MFS_XmBA/s1600/June%2B2011%2B367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6sOY-ZQBL-0/TgEuQr5E4XI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/yR4MFS_XmBA/s400/June%2B2011%2B367.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620824674129994098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while the babes went down for a nap, Joc cut my hair. She did such a good job and I loved having the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-laDuvMishs4/TgEugYLb2sI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/DJSp3bOUh3U/s1600/June%2B2011%2B369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-laDuvMishs4/TgEugYLb2sI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/DJSp3bOUh3U/s400/June%2B2011%2B369.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620824943716195010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we went to Liberty Park to meet NeeNers and Grandpa Garry. Gar and I took the kids on a paddle boat ride, and they LOVED it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--IPAD5uhdzU/TgEv86-wBfI/AAAAAAAAB9A/9o-2AwMCW6I/s1600/June%2B2011%2B370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--IPAD5uhdzU/TgEv86-wBfI/AAAAAAAAB9A/9o-2AwMCW6I/s400/June%2B2011%2B370.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620826533606196722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-at7tKsmQ-qY/TgEv8s3gq2I/AAAAAAAAB84/v8_4Rff9zT8/s1600/June%2B2011%2B373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-at7tKsmQ-qY/TgEv8s3gq2I/AAAAAAAAB84/v8_4Rff9zT8/s400/June%2B2011%2B373.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620826529817733986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BglNctaA3RY/TgEv8Rm83VI/AAAAAAAAB8w/L7b-NnVIFmo/s1600/June%2B2011%2B374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BglNctaA3RY/TgEv8Rm83VI/AAAAAAAAB8w/L7b-NnVIFmo/s400/June%2B2011%2B374.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620826522500521298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRTERmU7EOE/TgEv8Mp002I/AAAAAAAAB8o/fYV876Q9L6Y/s1600/June%2B2011%2B375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRTERmU7EOE/TgEv8Mp002I/AAAAAAAAB8o/fYV876Q9L6Y/s400/June%2B2011%2B375.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620826521170400098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Pnvok6f7s8/TgEv74yf2pI/AAAAAAAAB8g/h-a2WbGliYE/s1600/June%2B2011%2B376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Pnvok6f7s8/TgEv74yf2pI/AAAAAAAAB8g/h-a2WbGliYE/s400/June%2B2011%2B376.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620826515838065298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Joc and I headed towards Jen's house for dinner. I must say, this was exactly what my soul needed. My cousin Sara joined us, and when you get the four of us together, it is pretty much non-stop bantering and laughing. They are all so damn fast, and so damn funny, I can't keep up. But I love to sit back and watch. We had a great dinner and then went out to feed the ducks. Avi and Josh were hysterical and LOVED going from zero ducks, to "at least 20!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IvAhf-PKI-k/TgExl2XfPoI/AAAAAAAAB9o/mEg7vZdPXcw/s1600/June%2B2011%2B384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IvAhf-PKI-k/TgExl2XfPoI/AAAAAAAAB9o/mEg7vZdPXcw/s400/June%2B2011%2B384.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620828336254041730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m69m0mJg0cA/TgExluzw0_I/AAAAAAAAB9g/FGKB4gJnLIM/s1600/June%2B2011%2B386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m69m0mJg0cA/TgExluzw0_I/AAAAAAAAB9g/FGKB4gJnLIM/s400/June%2B2011%2B386.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620828334225150962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hvuC85SeEHs/TgExlPG-iaI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/wh7qfAXmVIM/s1600/June%2B2011%2B391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hvuC85SeEHs/TgExlPG-iaI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/wh7qfAXmVIM/s400/June%2B2011%2B391.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620828325715806626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YcGlFPPwlsE/TgExkymiNfI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/LYrC9NnAO2I/s1600/June%2B2011%2B393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YcGlFPPwlsE/TgExkymiNfI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/LYrC9NnAO2I/s400/June%2B2011%2B393.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620828318063539698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XjInlypECus/TgExkhw6L-I/AAAAAAAAB9I/QWx4bil4qFU/s1600/June%2B2011%2B395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XjInlypECus/TgExkhw6L-I/AAAAAAAAB9I/QWx4bil4qFU/s400/June%2B2011%2B395.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620828313543651298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun to spend the whole day with Joc and get to see some of our favorites. I am so glad she was home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-8685779221204025419?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8685779221204025419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/joc-comes-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/8685779221204025419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/8685779221204025419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/joc-comes-home.html' title='Joc Comes Home'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6sOY-ZQBL-0/TgEuQr5E4XI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/yR4MFS_XmBA/s72-c/June%2B2011%2B367.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-5101182751039145835</id><published>2011-06-19T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T21:41:38.697-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>A Visit From Janelle</title><content type='html'>When I was 19 years old, my friend Liz McGee and I went to Pennsylvania for a summer to be camp counselors at Camp Joy. We spent the whole summer back east working with people who had disabilities. While we were there I had the priviledge to get to meet and really get to know some amazing people. The summer was short lived, we all promised we'd be back the next year to work again, but life happened. Not many of us went back, we lost touch with so many, and I didn't hear from some of these people for many years. Then Facebook came to life and fortunately I have been able to reconnect with some of my friends from Camp Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, almost a year ago Janelle and I started talking about her coming to Utah. Janelle is from New York but has recently moved to the west coast and currently living in California. We had tried to setup a few weekends together where she could come in, but due to scheduling and jobs, it had been difficult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday night I had had quite a day. I had been out shopping with my sister and was in a pretty good space. I got on facebook and read that Janelle was in St. George, UT. WHAT!?!?!?! I quickly called her, found out she was headed our way on Tuesday and would be spending five days with us. HOORAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janelle arrived on Tuesday afternoon. When she got there it was so fun to see her and how much she has changed, and yet how much she was still the Janelle I so loved from Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5udPsbjGOto/Tf7HHPWm4uI/AAAAAAAAB6A/yjBnqWHary4/s1600/June%2B2011%2B090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5udPsbjGOto/Tf7HHPWm4uI/AAAAAAAAB6A/yjBnqWHary4/s400/June%2B2011%2B090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620148312199324386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janelle was very interested in learning more about the LDS religion and the best place to learn is Salt Lake, so her first night here we took her up to the Salt Lake Temple and walked the grounds. I forgot how pretty Temple Square really is, and I think Janelle really loved seeing and talking to so many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zYSLuWaHmUg/Tf7J10dSe6I/AAAAAAAAB6w/Vjs5JN38XBk/s1600/June%2B2011%2B078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zYSLuWaHmUg/Tf7J10dSe6I/AAAAAAAAB6w/Vjs5JN38XBk/s400/June%2B2011%2B078.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620151311456697250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P1P5CYezKPM/Tf7J1QRgHdI/AAAAAAAAB6o/Cy7cLo64JsU/s1600/June%2B2011%2B072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P1P5CYezKPM/Tf7J1QRgHdI/AAAAAAAAB6o/Cy7cLo64JsU/s400/June%2B2011%2B072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620151301743582674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gmw7TfY-jEo/Tf7J0hIbvcI/AAAAAAAAB6g/0Q5WPW43NsM/s1600/June%2B2011%2B092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gmw7TfY-jEo/Tf7J0hIbvcI/AAAAAAAAB6g/0Q5WPW43NsM/s400/June%2B2011%2B092.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620151289089080770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday morning I had a business meeting and had to leave Janelle for a bit. When I got back she was getting ready and wanted to go to lunch and bum. Unfortunately, I fell asleep, and due to the circumstance Janelle let me sleep and spent the rest of her day and evening back downtown reasearching the LDS church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Janelle and I just spent the day at home. We both needed a nap and then just talked and relaxed. That night, once Dustin was off work, we went to The Pie for dinner. I LOVE The Pie, and think the atmosphere is so fun. I think Janelle enjoyed the scenery and the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1y9QW3majcA/Tf7MXLggwFI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/zIs3KFeNf8Q/s1600/June%2B2011%2B354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1y9QW3majcA/Tf7MXLggwFI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/zIs3KFeNf8Q/s400/June%2B2011%2B354.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620154083603169362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XzP-q3aybj8/Tf7MWp3jZbI/AAAAAAAAB7I/vAFdaqXrXqM/s1600/June%2B2011%2B356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XzP-q3aybj8/Tf7MWp3jZbI/AAAAAAAAB7I/vAFdaqXrXqM/s400/June%2B2011%2B356.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620154074573006258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9FUcUOawX9M/Tf7MVwSnlTI/AAAAAAAAB7A/oqdRyeEhK0E/s1600/June%2B2011%2B363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9FUcUOawX9M/Tf7MVwSnlTI/AAAAAAAAB7A/oqdRyeEhK0E/s400/June%2B2011%2B363.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620154059117270322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9RZ9GEkfzc/Tf7MVRKj2-I/AAAAAAAAB64/Raja1Gzh_LY/s1600/June%2B2011%2B365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9RZ9GEkfzc/Tf7MVRKj2-I/AAAAAAAAB64/Raja1Gzh_LY/s400/June%2B2011%2B365.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620154050761972706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were done at The Pie, we took Janelle up above the Capitol and to the view. I wanted her to be able to see the city at night and see how pretty Salt Lake City is all lit up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YVSIYVAWA1A/Tf7NpvyUuyI/AAAAAAAAB7o/m_MRcVAObKo/s1600/June%2B2011%2B101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YVSIYVAWA1A/Tf7NpvyUuyI/AAAAAAAAB7o/m_MRcVAObKo/s400/June%2B2011%2B101.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620155502090828578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c4SnN6gSrW0/Tf7NnWP4OOI/AAAAAAAAB7g/a4NLb9syKyA/s1600/June%2B2011%2B103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c4SnN6gSrW0/Tf7NnWP4OOI/AAAAAAAAB7g/a4NLb9syKyA/s400/June%2B2011%2B103.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620155460875729122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was our last real day together before she left. I took her out to Antelope Island so she could see The Great Salt Lake and how pretty it really is. I have never really been in charge of showing someone Utah, and I must say, though I still do not believe there is a ton to see, the physical beauty of Utah is INCREDIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cCGAxh58xvA/Tf7PO59rPoI/AAAAAAAAB8I/QyqQVRmGRow/s1600/June%2B2011%2B132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cCGAxh58xvA/Tf7PO59rPoI/AAAAAAAAB8I/QyqQVRmGRow/s400/June%2B2011%2B132.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620157239989583490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DLABLMoi7Mw/Tf7POKW64EI/AAAAAAAAB8A/Usloo8zHB9g/s1600/June%2B2011%2B134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DLABLMoi7Mw/Tf7POKW64EI/AAAAAAAAB8A/Usloo8zHB9g/s400/June%2B2011%2B134.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620157227210563650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eGMDYBueUP0/Tf7PM0YeQWI/AAAAAAAAB74/AHx8UvOdKts/s1600/June%2B2011%2B141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eGMDYBueUP0/Tf7PM0YeQWI/AAAAAAAAB74/AHx8UvOdKts/s400/June%2B2011%2B141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620157204131627362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XuQC3kK02f8/Tf7PMUBbpSI/AAAAAAAAB7w/o2VdNP13ui8/s1600/June%2B2011%2B138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XuQC3kK02f8/Tf7PMUBbpSI/AAAAAAAAB7w/o2VdNP13ui8/s400/June%2B2011%2B138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620157195445052706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Antelope Island we came home and watched tv then got ready for a bbq at Kristie and Rand's. Corey and Nikeita joined us and we enjoyed the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot going on at our house this week, and I don't know if I was necessarily the best hostess. However, I really enjoyed having Janelle here and getting to show her a little part of Utah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-5101182751039145835?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5101182751039145835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/visit-from-janelle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/5101182751039145835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/5101182751039145835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/visit-from-janelle.html' title='A Visit From Janelle'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5udPsbjGOto/Tf7HHPWm4uI/AAAAAAAAB6A/yjBnqWHary4/s72-c/June%2B2011%2B090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-3327810144731688798</id><published>2011-06-10T15:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T16:16:33.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>How Does One Start Their Summer?</title><content type='html'>A little like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IwLaqBmqfHs/TfKdbQRu02I/AAAAAAAAB4g/hqdQk6NDpW0/s1600/June%2B2011%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IwLaqBmqfHs/TfKdbQRu02I/AAAAAAAAB4g/hqdQk6NDpW0/s400/June%2B2011%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616724776835797858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday my family gathered around at our place to celebrate this one's 7th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xY97TSdUly4/TfKd-7oHFQI/AAAAAAAAB4o/cX3DjLT9Q2I/s1600/June%2B2011%2B014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xY97TSdUly4/TfKd-7oHFQI/AAAAAAAAB4o/cX3DjLT9Q2I/s400/June%2B2011%2B014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616725389767808258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was beautiful, the sun was hot, and this forced the water guns out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2tP97cAsPNU/TfKfPbuicdI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/EObL12h-Kjw/s1600/June%2B2011%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2tP97cAsPNU/TfKfPbuicdI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/EObL12h-Kjw/s400/June%2B2011%2B002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616726772774236626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-syCKfr1Fa30/TfKfOyxX-jI/AAAAAAAAB5I/_ZKnlabiKQk/s1600/June%2B2011%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-syCKfr1Fa30/TfKfOyxX-jI/AAAAAAAAB5I/_ZKnlabiKQk/s400/June%2B2011%2B003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616726761780279858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oKyArh5lAJk/TfKfObt1dNI/AAAAAAAAB5A/oTyp7150I9o/s1600/June%2B2011%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oKyArh5lAJk/TfKfObt1dNI/AAAAAAAAB5A/oTyp7150I9o/s400/June%2B2011%2B006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616726755591419090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rnc4Zqac0bI/TfKfN-YOe6I/AAAAAAAAB44/Iu28FqsMnug/s1600/June%2B2011%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rnc4Zqac0bI/TfKfN-YOe6I/AAAAAAAAB44/Iu28FqsMnug/s400/June%2B2011%2B008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616726747716156322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jqVa_tjehqo/TfKfNVU5SCI/AAAAAAAAB4w/2m1uPDvF_ig/s1600/June%2B2011%2B019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jqVa_tjehqo/TfKfNVU5SCI/AAAAAAAAB4w/2m1uPDvF_ig/s400/June%2B2011%2B019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616726736696330274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see all my siblings enough, so when we can get together and get the cousins together, I LOVE IT! They laugh, they play, they get along, and they are family. I also get to talk with my sisters, my folks, and hang out. I miss my brothers, and look forward to when we all can get together and have a day together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gWCXKSNeQNg/TfKhag_AVvI/AAAAAAAAB54/QZE2J9dHwOg/s1600/June%2B2011%2B018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gWCXKSNeQNg/TfKhag_AVvI/AAAAAAAAB54/QZE2J9dHwOg/s400/June%2B2011%2B018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616729162187298546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2n36MgID8ZU/TfKhabr2Q1I/AAAAAAAAB5w/-i5gyOVk4Wc/s1600/June%2B2011%2B023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2n36MgID8ZU/TfKhabr2Q1I/AAAAAAAAB5w/-i5gyOVk4Wc/s400/June%2B2011%2B023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616729160764769106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UgIn5O_Cdng/TfKhZmJBLyI/AAAAAAAAB5o/NVPgG47Hu_g/s1600/June%2B2011%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UgIn5O_Cdng/TfKhZmJBLyI/AAAAAAAAB5o/NVPgG47Hu_g/s400/June%2B2011%2B004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616729146391605026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_cfAlco7q9M/TfKhZGCti6I/AAAAAAAAB5g/anZaf2NOJHU/s1600/June%2B2011%2B015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_cfAlco7q9M/TfKhZGCti6I/AAAAAAAAB5g/anZaf2NOJHU/s400/June%2B2011%2B015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616729137775217570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sDmDIEgpOJU/TfKhYoDE8mI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/UcmTSlLPlsg/s1600/June%2B2011%2B032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sDmDIEgpOJU/TfKhYoDE8mI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/UcmTSlLPlsg/s400/June%2B2011%2B032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616729129723687522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family, and look forward to getting together! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRING ON THE SUMMER!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-3327810144731688798?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3327810144731688798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-does-one-start-there-summer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/3327810144731688798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/3327810144731688798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-does-one-start-there-summer.html' title='How Does One Start Their Summer?'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IwLaqBmqfHs/TfKdbQRu02I/AAAAAAAAB4g/hqdQk6NDpW0/s72-c/June%2B2011%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-6733329207825787026</id><published>2011-06-04T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T19:01:50.445-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lindsey'/><title type='text'>That's A Wrap</title><content type='html'>June 3, 2011...THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a year it has been. I have NEVER had a school year like I have had this past year. I have dealt with a group of students from one extreme to another and I think I have grown more professionally and personally these past 10 months then I ever thought could be possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been tested, tried, and have fallen head over heels for a group of kids I didn't know could absolutely win my heart. This year there has been a challenge in our area that is gang related. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went through a few weeks where it seemed like we were always breaking up groups, trying to get kids to leave one another alone, focus on school, and do anything but fight. It was emotionally exhausting and the school was wearing thin. However, do to the BEST administration I have EVER had the pleasure working for, things fell back into routine and back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I had the pleasure in getting to know a certain group of kids and saw a side I didn't know existed for so many. This group won my heart and I will never forget it. I have had to have some pretty intense conversations with them, have learned about some of their life events out of school, gone head to head with other teachers for the sake of a child instead of a behavior, and in the end had more love and respect from a group most shy away from then I have ever known. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night Tracy and I attended promotion. I watched one of my kids, whom I have taught since 5th grade, present a speech to the 9th grade class, that I helped him write. I watched close to 300 students walk across the stage to receive their certificate of completion, I bawled like a baby when the concert choir sang Michael Jackson's, "Heal the World," because I do wonder what the world will be like for the next generations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost it when the final student who had promised me would be there, showed up 15 minutes late. As I was wiping tears and feeling like the proudest teacher in the world, I recognized that Tracy and I were the only ones there for a group of students and this broke my heart. So, after, we took pictures, we laughed, and we chatted for a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I went home my heart ached for my kids and yet I knew they were there and taking in the moment, their right of passage, like they promised me they would. It meant the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was yearbook day. I signed everyone of their books with a message of love, hope, and letting them know I cared. They signed mine and Tracy's and said things that I never thought I would have the priviledge to read as a teacher. They loved us and told us how much we made a difference in their life this year. And I really know it was sincere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they were wrapping up their year and getting ready to go, they each gave me a hug. I cried again, and told them how great they were. I made them promise me they would come visit and take care of themselves. They promised me they would see me in the fall, which is a big deal for us, and then I ended with, "make good choices." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The promise and the saying to make good choices is what I know they will always remember me by. And if nothing else happened this year, my students all knew they were cared about and loved. They all knew there is someone who believes completely in them. They all knew that I am always going to be here and only an e-mail away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year I have a new vice principal, we found out on Tuesday, and I couldn't be more disappointed. My administration this year has backed me and supported me more than ever. I am so sad to have Scott leave, but in the same breath grateful my kids will have a familiar face as they enter the halls of high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to my 9th grade class...the class of 2014. This year has had ups and downs, but I truly believe it is the best year I have had as an educator. I have had sleepless nights, long days, rough hours, and so much more. Thank you, I will miss you all and fully expect graduation and all major life announcements from each of you! Much love...Take care of you, make good choices, and I promise to see you in &lt;br /&gt;August.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-6733329207825787026?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6733329207825787026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/thats-wrap.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/6733329207825787026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/6733329207825787026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/thats-wrap.html' title='That&apos;s A Wrap'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-2862411904317443375</id><published>2011-06-04T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T18:24:53.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lindsey'/><title type='text'>A Fun Filled, Sun Filled Day At Lagoon</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday I had the opportunity to spend my entire work day, plus some at Lagoon. I have not been to Lagoon in probably 9 years or so, and I was a little nervouse about going. I knew I used to be a HUGE rollecoaster fan, but it has been so many years, I didn't know how I would feel about them at this point in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8:30 we loaded the busses, and were at the park by 9:10. Fortunately, there was only one other school there yet, so we walked in and were able to basically walk right on to the white rollercoaster. As soon as I was on the ride and going up, I remembered why I love rollercoasters! I had my hands up for the ride, and once it was over I couldn't wait to go on the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XlJ5K8OdM8A/Teraov1XbzI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/wg6L7AEu3kw/s1600/Trac%2Band%2Bme.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XlJ5K8OdM8A/Teraov1XbzI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/wg6L7AEu3kw/s400/Trac%2Band%2Bme.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614540279040667442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know the next one we would be going on was wicked. I have seen the ride from the road and thought it looked scary. BUT...to be standing in line and getting ready to go on it had me TERRIFIED. Well, Trac loves rollerocasters more than me and was hell bent on going. So, we waited and then we went. And it was AMAZING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4Rcdj9PGk/TerX-KR2-MI/AAAAAAAAB34/cj5E4WPmwqs/s1600/wicked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bd4Rcdj9PGk/TerX-KR2-MI/AAAAAAAAB34/cj5E4WPmwqs/s400/wicked.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614537348381866178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(photo from: http://iutah.tv/entity/view/127241/photos/gallery?page=5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't even try to act like I was brave and didn't scream like a 8 year old school girl, because I sure did. I have NEVER been on a coaster like that and it was fantabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aaAgqSTGW2w/TerY1QCTvkI/AAAAAAAAB4A/z4JLg6TKxJ8/s1600/Jen%252C%2BLin%252C%2Band%2BTrac.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aaAgqSTGW2w/TerY1QCTvkI/AAAAAAAAB4A/z4JLg6TKxJ8/s400/Jen%252C%2BLin%252C%2Band%2BTrac.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614538294820060738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were walking around, hanging out, I looked in one of the picture booths, and this is what I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bo1FCnXHDu0/TerZ7_WlJpI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/mkFH9TW4lh8/s1600/Toms.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bo1FCnXHDu0/TerZ7_WlJpI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/mkFH9TW4lh8/s400/Toms.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614539510112396946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A booth full of TOMS...So, I think I am going to submit the picture to TOMS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then did a few more rides, ate lunch with the faculty, bombed some kids on rattle snake rapids, went on Wicked again, then the Collosas. After that we walked around and played a couple games. I had to win a toy for Peanut, so I chased a bear up the wall with a water gun, bought a diet coke and called it good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bzdNdKQ5drg/TerZEddAcsI/AAAAAAAAB4I/4MB_Lgh3Euw/s1600/Teddy%2Bfor%2BPeanut.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bzdNdKQ5drg/TerZEddAcsI/AAAAAAAAB4I/4MB_Lgh3Euw/s400/Teddy%2Bfor%2BPeanut.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614538556119741122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It truly was so much fun. I will definitely not let it be another 9 years before I go back. There are some rollercoasters to be done, some sun to be soaked in, and some fun at Lagoon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-2862411904317443375?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2862411904317443375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/fun-filled-sun-filled-day-at-lagoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/2862411904317443375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/2862411904317443375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/fun-filled-sun-filled-day-at-lagoon.html' title='A Fun Filled, Sun Filled Day At Lagoon'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XlJ5K8OdM8A/Teraov1XbzI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/wg6L7AEu3kw/s72-c/Trac%2Band%2Bme.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-7390894941809259553</id><published>2011-06-04T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T17:33:05.597-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>What's In A Frame?</title><content type='html'>My sister in law, Tanya, gave Dustin and I several nice pictures to hang in our home. I really wanted to put one in my fritn room and I really liked it. So, after I decorated my front room, I hung the picture back up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I felt like due to the color of the frame, the whole picture disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-muTKx6Ym0sI/Teq3QSaO8dI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/oNEzBCaV0DY/s1600/final.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-muTKx6Ym0sI/Teq3QSaO8dI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/oNEzBCaV0DY/s400/final.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614501375918404050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to paint it the same color I painted my little table that I did a few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I taped it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-khJOkW0bIsE/TerNP5fE3jI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/nxvExky3gcs/s1600/tape%2Bframe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-khJOkW0bIsE/TerNP5fE3jI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/nxvExky3gcs/s400/tape%2Bframe.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614525558483639858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I painted it blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jGNACHdcsgM/TerNqUYWF7I/AAAAAAAAB3g/eg9pp5Dk9ss/s1600/painted%2Bframe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jGNACHdcsgM/TerNqUYWF7I/AAAAAAAAB3g/eg9pp5Dk9ss/s400/painted%2Bframe.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614526012379764658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put it back on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l2pLSxCspc4/TerOZwe27-I/AAAAAAAAB3o/XeFVDLuDhus/s1600/frame%2Bon%2Bwall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l2pLSxCspc4/TerOZwe27-I/AAAAAAAAB3o/XeFVDLuDhus/s400/frame%2Bon%2Bwall.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614526827377127394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA-LA...SO MUCH BETTER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided I really enjoy my little projects that make a difference in our home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-7390894941809259553?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7390894941809259553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/whats-in-frame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/7390894941809259553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/7390894941809259553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/whats-in-frame.html' title='What&apos;s In A Frame?'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-muTKx6Ym0sI/Teq3QSaO8dI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/oNEzBCaV0DY/s72-c/final.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-3255619517060884854</id><published>2011-06-04T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T15:37:47.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>Taking On The Front Room</title><content type='html'>For those of you who know me and those of you who have been to my house you know, I HATED my front room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you ask? Let me show you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E4EW5mbd6A0/TeqtiLfpkqI/AAAAAAAAB2o/lJBlJhK-cwc/s1600/Home%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E4EW5mbd6A0/TeqtiLfpkqI/AAAAAAAAB2o/lJBlJhK-cwc/s400/Home%2B004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614490688183440034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT. WAS. ORANGE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, over Memorial Day weekend, I was home. My friends were out of town. Dustin was at work. Carter was hanging out with me, but tired. I was alone. I decided this was the prime time for a PROJECT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter and I went to home depot, I bought all the paint supplies I needed, and then headed home. Carter went down for a nap and I started clearing out the room. I took down what I had put up, emptied out the furniture, and got going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First step...Prime the room. Never had done this before, but ummm...okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3IA1SPfv_8/TequsoHXeEI/AAAAAAAAB2w/ihcFOxfQKMY/s1600/Home%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3IA1SPfv_8/TequsoHXeEI/AAAAAAAAB2w/ihcFOxfQKMY/s400/Home%2B008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614491967176538178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While that was drying I decided I would start on the bay window. I had matched the two colors I wanted to paint with a pillow I had purchased from a student at school. She had made it and it was in the display case for weeks. After my para asked for the student to come see me and twenty bucks later the pillow was mine. So, I decided on the colors "Cinnamon Spice," and "Sandy Feet." So, while I was waiting for the primer to dry, I decided see what the bay window looked like in chocolate. I painted the bay window area, and could tell pretty quickly I was headed on the track of my vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VR3Kxed5ABE/TeqwJGnZ12I/AAAAAAAAB24/iFIeQ8r09f8/s1600/Home%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VR3Kxed5ABE/TeqwJGnZ12I/AAAAAAAAB24/iFIeQ8r09f8/s400/Home%2B009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614493555911939938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then decided I might as well keep going and paint the next color, my sandy feet. Well, then I could not WAIT to see it all put back together. So, I painted and while I cleaned up the rollers and brushes, I let the paint dry. Once Dustin got home, I asked him to help me hang everything back up and put the furniture back into it's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it was finished. It turned out so much better and I LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UK5QYf_uxp0/TeqzMfLeE8I/AAAAAAAAB3I/9dP3E1k6X0I/s1600/final.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UK5QYf_uxp0/TeqzMfLeE8I/AAAAAAAAB3I/9dP3E1k6X0I/s400/final.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614496912580154306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my bay window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m7T0y5cUqiA/TeqzL2q1KGI/AAAAAAAAB3A/l8gLBfB_s5o/s1600/Final%2BBay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m7T0y5cUqiA/TeqzL2q1KGI/AAAAAAAAB3A/l8gLBfB_s5o/s400/Final%2BBay.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614496901705836642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the other main color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, TA-LA, I did it. And now I can't WAIT to get other parts of our house done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-3255619517060884854?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3255619517060884854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/taking-on-front-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/3255619517060884854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/3255619517060884854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/taking-on-front-room.html' title='Taking On The Front Room'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E4EW5mbd6A0/TeqtiLfpkqI/AAAAAAAAB2o/lJBlJhK-cwc/s72-c/Home%2B004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-5687150060111720117</id><published>2011-05-21T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T21:56:59.480-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Well We Survived Another "Final Day"</title><content type='html'>Today, was said to be, the "Last Day On Earth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P92TVMI2WeE/TdiWjkFWC5I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/ZKYNdBEfm6Y/s1600/family%2B2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P92TVMI2WeE/TdiWjkFWC5I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/ZKYNdBEfm6Y/s400/family%2B2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609398873615633298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I sit here at 10:30 at night with my boys and all is right. I debated on doing a "Last Supper Party" last night, just for fun, but after a few phone calls and where things currently stand with friends, it didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today for our "last day," we were all kinds of crazy. I did eight loads of laundry, hung pictures, cleaned a closet, did two loads of dishes, Dustin mowed and trimmed the lawn, and Carter played outside with bubbles. It was such a great day. I know it sounds like it was not, but I actually really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was finally beautiful, so I opened up the house to get some fresh air. I had my music going all day long, and I had a really good day. This is a different thing for me, because I am nowhere NEAR being a Becky Home Ecky. But to spend the day getting things done around the house and organizing was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we had an opportunity to go the Mastricola's or the Holt's yet once we got dressed and ready, we still didn't know which way to go. So...we got in the car, went and got drinks, pizza...and came home. It has been really nice to just have a weekend as a family catching up on some much needed "Team Adams Family" time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMwILYI7Hqs/TdiWjRhrGTI/AAAAAAAAB2I/PK2FRw89vgk/s1600/family%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMwILYI7Hqs/TdiWjRhrGTI/AAAAAAAAB2I/PK2FRw89vgk/s400/family%2B1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609398868634179890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow my mom and sister come home and I am pretty excited. It seems like it has been forever since I have seen my family and Carter cannot WAIT to see Coli Kai and Baby sister. He has asked for them one million times today. I am ever so grateful to have another day here with my family and am so relieved I spent the day working on my to do list and not waiting for the end of the world. LOL If I would have done that, tomorrow would have been a REAL long day! ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-5687150060111720117?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5687150060111720117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/well-we-survived-another-final-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/5687150060111720117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/5687150060111720117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/well-we-survived-another-final-day.html' title='Well We Survived Another &quot;Final Day&quot;'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P92TVMI2WeE/TdiWjkFWC5I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/ZKYNdBEfm6Y/s72-c/family%2B2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-8747904475690317824</id><published>2011-05-20T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T20:09:08.008-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>A Long 10 Days</title><content type='html'>Today our Litte Man is FINALLY back home. Carter has been with Granny and Papa for the last 10 days and though the first day or two was nice and lazy, I missed him more than words can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother in law graduated from Creighton University this past week, so my sister and her family have been on a vacation. Well, since my sister is my babysitter, we didn't have much choice but to send Carter to go spend some good time with Granny and Papa. His cousin Maddi was there with him the whole time, and they loved the attention and were definitely spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin went up to Logan last weekend and spent a couple days with him so the break wouldn't be so long. Unfortunately, I didn't get to go due to me having to work. So, for the first time, I was home alone for three days...and I survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to enjoy dinner with a friend, many chick-flicks, and I even took a midnight drive that led me to up above the Capital until 2:00 am. I must admit the drive was exactly what I needed. The weather was nice, the music was amazing, and the drive relaxed me. However, come Monday night I could not WAIT for Dustin to get home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight my Little Man is finally back home for the long haul. He came home Wednesday and then Dustin took him back to his mom yesterday. At dinner Wednesday night, Dustin spilled his drink. He had asked Carter to go upstairs and get a towel. When Carter came back down, Dustin began cleaning up. Carter then hopped down off his chair, walked over, spanked Dustin's bum, said, "Your bad!" Then preceded by singing the clean up song. Dustin and I laughed and laughed. I swear my Little Man grew so much over the time he was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful that we have such amazing family who are willing to help us in care for our baby. Carter loved being with Maddi, but now I think he cannot wait to see Baby and Coli Kai, who will be home on Sunday. He has been asking for them, and is excited to see them next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so good to have our baby home. Life just isn't anywhere near enough when he is not around. I have such a beautiful son and I am so in love with everything about him. Tonight he and I are home alone, until Dustin is off, and I am treasuring the moment. We are watching Spiderman, eating pizza, and dipping breadsticks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HxNbQs44E5g/TdcsdTZyZDI/AAAAAAAAB2A/TFJLo8hF0sc/s1600/carter%2Band%2Bme.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HxNbQs44E5g/TdcsdTZyZDI/AAAAAAAAB2A/TFJLo8hF0sc/s400/carter%2Band%2Bme.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609000742849504306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life just doesn't get much better than this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-8747904475690317824?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8747904475690317824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/long-10-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/8747904475690317824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/8747904475690317824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/long-10-days.html' title='A Long 10 Days'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HxNbQs44E5g/TdcsdTZyZDI/AAAAAAAAB2A/TFJLo8hF0sc/s72-c/carter%2Band%2Bme.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-7082889686403346031</id><published>2011-05-04T15:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T16:20:50.110-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carter'/><title type='text'>Oldies...But Such Goodies</title><content type='html'>Last night I was going through some pictures and found these on my computer. I was in awe in a couple of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uQQBH0--a6I/TcHYqPskdBI/AAAAAAAAB0I/y9jkzS6WC1Y/s1600/0913081433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uQQBH0--a6I/TcHYqPskdBI/AAAAAAAAB0I/y9jkzS6WC1Y/s400/0913081433.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602997631705183250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, look how little Carter used to be. I forget that my now 2 year old Little Man, was once just no bigger than a minute. This picture was on my 26th birthday, so Carter would have been about 7 weeks old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SfMea0SI428/TcHZt11X0gI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/oWtWuaqKuhk/s1600/IMG00155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SfMea0SI428/TcHZt11X0gI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/oWtWuaqKuhk/s400/IMG00155.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602998792993886722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pp3d5uGswQk/TcHZt9_FLPI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/vMI7_A0Jgrs/s1600/IMG00137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pp3d5uGswQk/TcHZt9_FLPI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/vMI7_A0Jgrs/s400/IMG00137.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602998795182091506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the phase where I called him, E.T. His eyes were bigger than anything else. Though I thought he was a beautiful Little Man,I don't know how many did at this stage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJsTCmJwihc/TcHc2ZiYQbI/AAAAAAAAB1I/m9ulBoIe5uM/s1600/0321090935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJsTCmJwihc/TcHc2ZiYQbI/AAAAAAAAB1I/m9ulBoIe5uM/s400/0321090935.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603002238551736754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L_4VwljMzfQ/TcHc1y9hKkI/AAAAAAAAB04/Cr3O0oKuDgU/s1600/IMG00129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L_4VwljMzfQ/TcHc1y9hKkI/AAAAAAAAB04/Cr3O0oKuDgU/s400/IMG00129.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603002228196584002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ul90kjoBXhs/TcHc1uHd_EI/AAAAAAAAB0w/AOBqkOIcMV0/s1600/0218090917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ul90kjoBXhs/TcHc1uHd_EI/AAAAAAAAB0w/AOBqkOIcMV0/s400/0218090917.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603002226896141378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the stage where I think Carter started becoming the most beautiful Little Man I have ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pzTmcwAePJE/TcHeBJbQYfI/AAAAAAAAB1g/9arPa4gTIME/s1600/2332a14c-f2de-4862-9fae-b24b85309bbcw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 312px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pzTmcwAePJE/TcHeBJbQYfI/AAAAAAAAB1g/9arPa4gTIME/s400/2332a14c-f2de-4862-9fae-b24b85309bbcw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603003522717082098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tAI5H45eJKU/TcHeBDW2YyI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/WEULQzChVfM/s1600/1aa16bcf-a3aa-438c-9892-f68405540da2w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tAI5H45eJKU/TcHeBDW2YyI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/WEULQzChVfM/s400/1aa16bcf-a3aa-438c-9892-f68405540da2w.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603003521087988514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XxE5QaOdi3w/TcHeAz2zr8I/AAAAAAAAB1Q/Yn-FVil2wr0/s1600/9679f403-e42c-40b2-864f-58cdab6421b9w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XxE5QaOdi3w/TcHeAz2zr8I/AAAAAAAAB1Q/Yn-FVil2wr0/s400/9679f403-e42c-40b2-864f-58cdab6421b9w.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603003516927061954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these were his 9 month pictures. He was such a ham and so much fun at this age. I loved watching him become a Little Boy more and more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZX0Qsh4oaqc/TcHeBcQWJ-I/AAAAAAAAB1o/e3ZI2gXX4l4/s1600/2efaba6e-3506-4729-93b4-d233a7e45275w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZX0Qsh4oaqc/TcHeBcQWJ-I/AAAAAAAAB1o/e3ZI2gXX4l4/s400/2efaba6e-3506-4729-93b4-d233a7e45275w.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603003527771596770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KIc_1D4vhAw/TcHe6v-GZtI/AAAAAAAAB14/ycKEl-2ni-M/s1600/1203091235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KIc_1D4vhAw/TcHe6v-GZtI/AAAAAAAAB14/ycKEl-2ni-M/s400/1203091235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603004512316319442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mIlvN1RvC4w/TcHe6WAhNjI/AAAAAAAAB1w/5YKQINTZG1g/s1600/carter%2Band%2Bbuzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mIlvN1RvC4w/TcHe6WAhNjI/AAAAAAAAB1w/5YKQINTZG1g/s400/carter%2Band%2Bbuzz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603004505347143218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were just a few of my favorites of my Little Man. He was such a beautiful baby and I am sure will continue to be as he becomes more and more a little boy. Mommy sure does love her baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-7082889686403346031?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7082889686403346031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/oldiesbut-such-goodies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/7082889686403346031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/7082889686403346031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/oldiesbut-such-goodies.html' title='Oldies...But Such Goodies'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uQQBH0--a6I/TcHYqPskdBI/AAAAAAAAB0I/y9jkzS6WC1Y/s72-c/0913081433.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-250763599963636389</id><published>2011-05-03T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T20:19:48.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Coli Kai's 4th Birthday</title><content type='html'>On Sunday, our nephew, Colin Kai turned four! He had a SpiderMan party and there was nothing BUT SpiderMan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ij0EBjEzK4M/TcDBZLIr7tI/AAAAAAAAByQ/Xf1gyUQFXLc/s1600/DSCN6735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ij0EBjEzK4M/TcDBZLIr7tI/AAAAAAAAByQ/Xf1gyUQFXLc/s400/DSCN6735.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602690574679011026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had all of the family over, and it was a lot of fun. Colin was spoiled rotten with new bedding, new clothes, swords and toys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HQqHodhntRc/TcDDCi8ynXI/AAAAAAAAByw/2bvx2kmZIwY/s1600/DSCN6738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HQqHodhntRc/TcDDCi8ynXI/AAAAAAAAByw/2bvx2kmZIwY/s400/DSCN6738.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602692384957832562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GVg1gRLAM_8/TcDDCeL0AQI/AAAAAAAAByo/h71Y3ntkZ1s/s1600/DSCN6740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GVg1gRLAM_8/TcDDCeL0AQI/AAAAAAAAByo/h71Y3ntkZ1s/s400/DSCN6740.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602692383678660866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8PZliqehoc/TcDDB5Kn-sI/AAAAAAAAByg/v6i9HXGMA0g/s1600/DSCN6765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8PZliqehoc/TcDDB5Kn-sI/AAAAAAAAByg/v6i9HXGMA0g/s400/DSCN6765.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602692373741566658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M_SIkzBRr3I/TcDDBpUZ6eI/AAAAAAAAByY/IzgF2rPeEUU/s1600/DSCN6741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M_SIkzBRr3I/TcDDBpUZ6eI/AAAAAAAAByY/IzgF2rPeEUU/s400/DSCN6741.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602692369487620578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky made her Little Man, the most DELICIOUS SpiderMan cupcakes ever, and they were so enjoyed by everyone, ESPECIALLY the Little Ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2GYCwqYyL2I/TcDEI39LehI/AAAAAAAABzY/O_A43G74M3I/s1600/DSCN6732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2GYCwqYyL2I/TcDEI39LehI/AAAAAAAABzY/O_A43G74M3I/s400/DSCN6732.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602693593187449362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iPg72rIQyoA/TcDEIZWlqbI/AAAAAAAABzQ/4sGt5AgXjU0/s1600/DSCN6746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iPg72rIQyoA/TcDEIZWlqbI/AAAAAAAABzQ/4sGt5AgXjU0/s400/DSCN6746.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602693584972523954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QtUjYVGgRlk/TcDEHx2l4YI/AAAAAAAABzI/W4jn6i6RDoo/s1600/DSCN6755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QtUjYVGgRlk/TcDEHx2l4YI/AAAAAAAABzI/W4jn6i6RDoo/s400/DSCN6755.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602693574369337730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t8zhjYSpqFY/TcDEHsAZRcI/AAAAAAAABzA/UfWByQg-nUY/s1600/DSCN6772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t8zhjYSpqFY/TcDEHsAZRcI/AAAAAAAABzA/UfWByQg-nUY/s400/DSCN6772.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602693572799841730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aVOr7eForcQ/TcDEHbUSn5I/AAAAAAAABy4/-1MY1Sf0l_I/s1600/DSCN6751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aVOr7eForcQ/TcDEHbUSn5I/AAAAAAAABy4/-1MY1Sf0l_I/s400/DSCN6751.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602693568319889298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids then just played, put on masks, and of course Coli opened his presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xP0QfvBMsHc/TcDFdwq-JxI/AAAAAAAAB0A/odgmMW5rkgY/s1600/DSCN6787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xP0QfvBMsHc/TcDFdwq-JxI/AAAAAAAAB0A/odgmMW5rkgY/s400/DSCN6787.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602695051520911122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3s7c34KUaGk/TcDFdoHduUI/AAAAAAAABz4/JsgjEh4a02c/s1600/DSCN6777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3s7c34KUaGk/TcDFdoHduUI/AAAAAAAABz4/JsgjEh4a02c/s400/DSCN6777.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602695049224501570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6rNPBXrdk0/TcDFdHKQbwI/AAAAAAAABzw/SaPdddtlVLI/s1600/DSCN6782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6rNPBXrdk0/TcDFdHKQbwI/AAAAAAAABzw/SaPdddtlVLI/s400/DSCN6782.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602695040377843458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n9iM_Uvi4Xw/TcDFcvXncaI/AAAAAAAABzo/wxHx8EvzCd4/s1600/DSCN6797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n9iM_Uvi4Xw/TcDFcvXncaI/AAAAAAAABzo/wxHx8EvzCd4/s400/DSCN6797.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602695033991426466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sxFBeh1DxCo/TcDFca3tI-I/AAAAAAAABzg/8CN8mYBKYmk/s1600/DSCN6739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sxFBeh1DxCo/TcDFca3tI-I/AAAAAAAABzg/8CN8mYBKYmk/s400/DSCN6739.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602695028488872930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coli had a great day, and we loved being a part of it! Happy Birthday Coli Bug!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-250763599963636389?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/250763599963636389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/celebrating-coli-kais-4th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/250763599963636389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/250763599963636389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/celebrating-coli-kais-4th-birthday.html' title='Celebrating Coli Kai&apos;s 4th Birthday'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ij0EBjEzK4M/TcDBZLIr7tI/AAAAAAAAByQ/Xf1gyUQFXLc/s72-c/DSCN6735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-5701136426378397876</id><published>2011-05-03T18:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T19:38:31.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2011</title><content type='html'>Easter Sunday was very nice. Carter awakened at 7:00 and needed his morning routine, which consists of milk and Mickey Mouse Clubhouse these days. So, while Carter began his morning, Dustin and I went to see what the Easter Bunny had left for the Little Man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Carter came downstairs, he noticed the egg crate was empty. When we asked him where the eggs were, he said, "Swiper swiped them!" For those of you who know children shows, you will know Swiper is off of Dora, another one of Carter's favorite shows these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7z_Lb7HMEn0/TcCwtzhUGqI/AAAAAAAABwo/T_ZXaTVls0M/s1600/DSCN6615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7z_Lb7HMEn0/TcCwtzhUGqI/AAAAAAAABwo/T_ZXaTVls0M/s400/DSCN6615.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602672237419436706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then got Little Man dressed and ready to go on his first Easter Egg Hunt at our own house. It was SO fun! The Easter Bunny decided to hide the eggs outside, and Carter loved it. He grabbed his Elmo Basket and was on his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Hue_71Q2CI/TcCxZy8TfhI/AAAAAAAABww/Ghav9BQxSw8/s1600/DSCN6617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Hue_71Q2CI/TcCxZy8TfhI/AAAAAAAABww/Ghav9BQxSw8/s400/DSCN6617.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602672993178451474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yd2wp9jsqIQ/TcCyUY7ZHII/AAAAAAAABxY/5SBZ_qCagjA/s1600/DSCN6621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yd2wp9jsqIQ/TcCyUY7ZHII/AAAAAAAABxY/5SBZ_qCagjA/s400/DSCN6621.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602673999807585410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wAWrnuOLKJk/TcCyUNqW5QI/AAAAAAAABxQ/j78tdjbG2rY/s1600/DSCN6634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wAWrnuOLKJk/TcCyUNqW5QI/AAAAAAAABxQ/j78tdjbG2rY/s400/DSCN6634.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602673996783346946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-opuW2TqBBhw/TcCyT2gADeI/AAAAAAAABxI/LlRn95fZttU/s1600/DSCN6650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-opuW2TqBBhw/TcCyT2gADeI/AAAAAAAABxI/LlRn95fZttU/s400/DSCN6650.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602673990565891554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c9tXU8WDqPU/TcCyTiZVoUI/AAAAAAAABxA/q5OmePXto6c/s1600/DSCN6631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c9tXU8WDqPU/TcCyTiZVoUI/AAAAAAAABxA/q5OmePXto6c/s400/DSCN6631.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602673985169236290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S2ktg-NQbOU/TcCyTCkNsnI/AAAAAAAABw4/W4yxyt0USHs/s1600/DSCN6642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S2ktg-NQbOU/TcCyTCkNsnI/AAAAAAAABw4/W4yxyt0USHs/s400/DSCN6642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602673976624919154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter then found his Easter Basket the Bunny had left, which was full of activities for the outdoors. He got a frisbee, bubbles, a football, a bug net, and golf clubs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XOWFyF3ISDY/TcC5cbfhn3I/AAAAAAAABxg/d2v105w5vNg/s1600/DSCN6654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XOWFyF3ISDY/TcC5cbfhn3I/AAAAAAAABxg/d2v105w5vNg/s400/DSCN6654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602681834516356978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once that was done we kind of unwound for a little bit. Around 11, we headed over to Mom and Garry's for a hunt there. Carter loved looking for "Nemo" eggs, and the toy car that was left for him there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home, put Carter down for a nap, and got ready for the final celebration with Dustin's family. Everyone came to our house and we enjoyed a nice Easter dinner...I made funeral potatoes for the first time EVER...and spent time together. There was one more Easter Egg Hunt out front this time, and then the kids played outside with bubbles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-owo3z76D1us/TcC7bMLiF7I/AAAAAAAAByA/NPSTx5YQATo/s1600/DSCN6677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-owo3z76D1us/TcC7bMLiF7I/AAAAAAAAByA/NPSTx5YQATo/s400/DSCN6677.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602684012249356210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-711E3CFZ270/TcC7aUICPvI/AAAAAAAABx4/kMbMtgQkbu0/s1600/DSCN6681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-711E3CFZ270/TcC7aUICPvI/AAAAAAAABx4/kMbMtgQkbu0/s400/DSCN6681.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602683997202300658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wLSTiS7_HRY/TcC7aNs9b8I/AAAAAAAABxw/281S-bX61Sw/s1600/DSCN6707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wLSTiS7_HRY/TcC7aNs9b8I/AAAAAAAABxw/281S-bX61Sw/s400/DSCN6707.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602683995478126530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q9YlehEL9qQ/TcC7Z1pxdUI/AAAAAAAABxo/63VyOUSVtSc/s1600/DSCN6714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q9YlehEL9qQ/TcC7Z1pxdUI/AAAAAAAABxo/63VyOUSVtSc/s400/DSCN6714.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602683989022307650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B4RxuswiogE/TcC7bXYDh0I/AAAAAAAAByI/N5xOFDiq1eI/s1600/DSCN6673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B4RxuswiogE/TcC7bXYDh0I/AAAAAAAAByI/N5xOFDiq1eI/s400/DSCN6673.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602684015254669122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great Easter, and we really enjoyed the time with everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-5701136426378397876?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5701136426378397876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/easter-2011.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/5701136426378397876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/5701136426378397876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/easter-2011.html' title='Easter 2011'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7z_Lb7HMEn0/TcCwtzhUGqI/AAAAAAAABwo/T_ZXaTVls0M/s72-c/DSCN6615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-3434622898052553493</id><published>2011-04-28T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T20:24:47.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Dying Easter Eggs</title><content type='html'>Saturday night, after my dad's birthday party, I was sitting on the couch vegging. I was thinking how tired I was and almost about to call it a night. I began thinking about Easter morning, and then all the sudden I am in PANIC mode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I FORGOT ABOUT DYING EASTER EGGS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me reword...I didn't forget up until this point, I had thought about it here and there, but had so many other things going on, Easter Eggs kept being put on the back burner. So, as I am beginning to relax, to have the thought come barreling in that my Little Man wouldn't have an Easter Egg Hunt in the morning unless I got up and dyed eggs was just one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TjTsx5LD4j0/TbotDRFVKAI/AAAAAAAABwg/GwL-sfQdCU0/s1600/DSCN6584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TjTsx5LD4j0/TbotDRFVKAI/AAAAAAAABwg/GwL-sfQdCU0/s400/DSCN6584.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600838620737251330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly turned on the stove, boiled the eggs, and setup the dye packets.Carter was so excited to spend some time playing in the colors and dying his eggs. I am glad that we made sure we had some time as a family dying these eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NRExQOZCODs/TbotCwR4lFI/AAAAAAAABwQ/HTcQtBsYkxc/s1600/DSCN6597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NRExQOZCODs/TbotCwR4lFI/AAAAAAAABwQ/HTcQtBsYkxc/s400/DSCN6597.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600838611931534418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, it was a fairly short and sweet dying job, but none the less, it was a lot of fun and Carter still loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qpoTOAnKmQU/TbotCjadc8I/AAAAAAAABwI/beH4gkelNfs/s1600/DSCN6613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qpoTOAnKmQU/TbotCjadc8I/AAAAAAAABwI/beH4gkelNfs/s400/DSCN6613.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600838608477844418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qH1PzNVUIrc/TbotDCe9vTI/AAAAAAAABwY/KJQqV4SV9lQ/s1600/DSCN6610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qH1PzNVUIrc/TbotDCe9vTI/AAAAAAAABwY/KJQqV4SV9lQ/s400/DSCN6610.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600838616818236722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xpID0MbRNgo/TbotCCqSsdI/AAAAAAAABwA/Hba-5f0o9No/s1600/DSCN6611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xpID0MbRNgo/TbotCCqSsdI/AAAAAAAABwA/Hba-5f0o9No/s400/DSCN6611.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600838599685878226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-3434622898052553493?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3434622898052553493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/dying-easter-eggs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/3434622898052553493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/3434622898052553493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/dying-easter-eggs.html' title='Dying Easter Eggs'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TjTsx5LD4j0/TbotDRFVKAI/AAAAAAAABwg/GwL-sfQdCU0/s72-c/DSCN6584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-2213571223416966197</id><published>2011-04-28T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T20:04:59.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Dad Turns The Big 60!</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday we celebrated my dad's 60th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9CQ1YrES4YE/TbooMqfZGOI/AAAAAAAABvQ/R5KeVheCIBA/s1600/DSCN6553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9CQ1YrES4YE/TbooMqfZGOI/AAAAAAAABvQ/R5KeVheCIBA/s400/DSCN6553.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600833284618131682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to his stay earlier in the week, we had debated how much to do. However, with his recovery going MUCH better than the last, we decided to continue with the original plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BWiR_i8_he8/TbonuhinPoI/AAAAAAAABvI/9y-uElTRt9Q/s1600/DSCN6552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BWiR_i8_he8/TbonuhinPoI/AAAAAAAABvI/9y-uElTRt9Q/s400/DSCN6552.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600832766819647106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met at Stacy's for breakfast and presents Saturday morning. Then we all headed over to the bowling alley for a quick game with the grandkids. They LOVE to bowl, and are so cute giving one another a "high five" after each ball was thrown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter and I then left because we had some last minute preparations to finish. Kel, Stac, and I through dad a birthday barbecue. It was originally supposed to be a surprise, but again, due to the fact of earlier events dad knew who would be there, except for the Cannon's, they were a surprise. We decided to do a "Tiki" theme and  tried to make it as cheerful as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9iLD7A_Z-Wg/TbopbT3aXJI/AAAAAAAABv4/JM45qXjF1s0/s1600/DSCN6556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9iLD7A_Z-Wg/TbopbT3aXJI/AAAAAAAABv4/JM45qXjF1s0/s400/DSCN6556.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600834635754527890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_xu5wIY4W50/TbopbHrmAzI/AAAAAAAABvw/01wH-dObo8Y/s1600/DSCN6570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_xu5wIY4W50/TbopbHrmAzI/AAAAAAAABvw/01wH-dObo8Y/s400/DSCN6570.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600834632483734322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed chicken, beans, spinach salad, and hummingbird cake, which was delicious! The company was great, and I know my dad really enjoyed the time with his family and dearest friends. It was a great way to celebrate my dad. After the past couple weeks, Lord knows it was time to come together and celebrate the big things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STgusKPUyTw/TboparIzEAI/AAAAAAAABvo/7YBmfyJy3cQ/s1600/DSCN6572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STgusKPUyTw/TboparIzEAI/AAAAAAAABvo/7YBmfyJy3cQ/s400/DSCN6572.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600834624821596162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jcWXuFKEe7I/TbopYyEbLZI/AAAAAAAABvg/_BcRgqLZl68/s1600/DSCN6558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jcWXuFKEe7I/TbopYyEbLZI/AAAAAAAABvg/_BcRgqLZl68/s400/DSCN6558.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600834592322563474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Daddy and am so glad you are here and doing well. Happy 60th birthday and I promise, I'll see you at your 80th! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n0OzNBT6cmw/TbopYXSVOjI/AAAAAAAABvY/cifxH7wsMGc/s1600/DSCN6582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n0OzNBT6cmw/TbopYXSVOjI/AAAAAAAABvY/cifxH7wsMGc/s400/DSCN6582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600834585133136434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-2213571223416966197?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2213571223416966197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/dad-turns-big-60.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/2213571223416966197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/2213571223416966197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/dad-turns-big-60.html' title='Dad Turns The Big 60!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9CQ1YrES4YE/TbooMqfZGOI/AAAAAAAABvQ/R5KeVheCIBA/s72-c/DSCN6553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-1647856956808748206</id><published>2011-04-24T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T14:38:02.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I'm Done Complaining About The Little Things</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday I received a phone call from a very close person, for security reasons the name cannot be said publicly, telling me my dad was in the hospital. They told me he was in the Emergency Room and had been for several hours and they would be keeping him overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not supposed to know and my dad did not want us there, but for those of you who know me well, there is no way in hell you could keep me away from my daddy. So, I immediately hopped in my truck and headed towards the hospital. On my way there I called Stac to let her know, but she was in class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got there my dad was NOT a happy camper. He did not want me to know he was not feeling well because he doesn't want me stressing. Once I finally got him calmed down, we sat and just chatted. It was the first time I had seen my dad in several months and it was REALLY good to just have some time with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed with him for several hours and promised him I would be back the next day for the procedure. I left the hospital at 12:30 that night and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day my dad had another procedure. Fortunately, after a few hours, we learned my dad was okay. He has somethings to work on, but he will be fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will stop complaining about the little things and continue to be extremely grateful for what I have now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-1647856956808748206?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1647856956808748206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-done-complaining-about-little-things.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/1647856956808748206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/1647856956808748206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-done-complaining-about-little-things.html' title='I&apos;m Done Complaining About The Little Things'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-2720695640665310220</id><published>2011-04-16T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T12:41:39.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lindsey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>It Was Just One Of Those Weeks</title><content type='html'>Monday night I was at Nathan's helping him with homework. We were in the middle of a test when my daddy called. I had Nathan answer and talk with my dad for a minute. It was then my turn. My dad and I were just chatting and then a few minutes later he told me some very sad news. My Uncle Bob had passed away that morning. At first I was at peace with this, but as details unveiled I realized I was upset. I asked if my dad was okay and then hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home that night I called my Aunt Tammy to see how she was holding up. She was in Moab already and started putting things together. I could tell it had been a long day for her and decided we would catch up later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning, I awakened in a major funk. I was so sad about my Uncle and worried about how my family would be handling his death. I called my Aunt again that morning and had another chat. We cried together and talked about different stories. I then explained my internal conflict of attending the funeral. There was not a way for Dustin to get the weekend off and I felt like it might be to much to have Carter go to Moab and then attempt a service. She agreed and between her and my dad asking me to stay home, I decided I would. I spoke with my sisters Tuesday afternoon, and it turns out all three of us had a rough day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was another long day. I was at work until 5:00 then ran home to get dinner fixings and went straight to Nathan's to do more homework. Thursday night I began school myself, and I won't lie. The entire time I was sitting there I kept thinking, what the hell am I doing? I am not ready for this at all!!! But, I didn't get up and leave, so it looks like I am going to do it...at least this first class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Dustin and I had a date with IKEA. I was so excited to go buy the small items we had discussed and have a night out. I had decided I would stop off and get my face waxed on the way home. I went to a new place for my waxing, and I have NEVER been in more pain then I was from this session. The woman who waxed my face waxed clear up by my eye, tried to wax my forehead, etc. When I left I was in tears and in so much pain. I got in my car, looked in the mirror, and saw the woman had ripped part of my skin off from underneath my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my mom to vent and she told me she had just walked into my Uncle Bob's house. My Aunt was there and again we had the opportunity to talk. When I asked to speak to my mom again, I lost it. I just cried. I am upset with myself for not going to the funeral. I am upset that I didn't get to see my family and be there for them. I am upset that this dumb lady ripped apart my face and now I look like I have been beaten. I came home and just bawled. I went upstairs, but cold on my face and tried to hide as much of the mess as I could. Turned out that was a bad idea, and had to wash back off all the make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JrCQ5AHk-JM/TanwDCwCqDI/AAAAAAAABu4/Vpkg0zj3kp4/s1600/face%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JrCQ5AHk-JM/TanwDCwCqDI/AAAAAAAABu4/Vpkg0zj3kp4/s400/face%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596267947053197362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I had pulled it together, Dustin and I went to IKEA and enjoyed the evening. My face is pretty tender today, and I would say even looks worse, but it is what it is. I went back to talk to the people who waxed and all they could say was that it was probably due to my acne, which I honestly don't have much of, my menstrual cycle, etc. When I asked if the wax may have been to hot, asked why they would ever wax by someones eyes, etc. they blew me off and told me to come back and try again. I told the lady that would not be happening and walked out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DjJISDVL26E/TanwaKh9a6I/AAAAAAAABvA/TNynS55jodw/s1600/face%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DjJISDVL26E/TanwaKh9a6I/AAAAAAAABvA/TNynS55jodw/s400/face%2B3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596268344278608802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got done talking with my mom and she said the service was beautiful. She said the family did a great job for my Uncle and they were all headed to the park for a picnic to celebrate Uncle Bob's life, and I am so glad they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AeHG3c_NRQE/Tanvs3yQ7-I/AAAAAAAABuw/mmHJXXKZ05U/s1600/Uncle%2BBob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 372px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AeHG3c_NRQE/Tanvs3yQ7-I/AAAAAAAABuw/mmHJXXKZ05U/s400/Uncle%2BBob.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596267566152609762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am looking to do something fun and bring my spirits back up. Happy Saturday all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-2720695640665310220?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2720695640665310220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/it-was-just-one-of-those-weeks.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/2720695640665310220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/2720695640665310220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/it-was-just-one-of-those-weeks.html' title='It Was Just One Of Those Weeks'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JrCQ5AHk-JM/TanwDCwCqDI/AAAAAAAABu4/Vpkg0zj3kp4/s72-c/face%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-1156520772463848251</id><published>2011-04-14T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T11:02:33.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lindsey'/><title type='text'>Back To School? I Think I am Crazy!</title><content type='html'>Last week during a meeting, I had the fear rise in my tummy that I might be changing schools. This is due to certification and I was afraid it was going to happen again. See, I have already been moved before because my degree is in Special Education with an endorsement being severe. Well, the majority of what I do these days requires an endoresement in mild/moderate. So, I asked my boss if I needed to go back to school for an my mild/mod and she replied with no, I would focus on math and reading endorsements instead. Okay, I thought. Maybe I will soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I received an e-mail from somebody at the District Office stating there is a math endorsement class starting Thursday, April 14. I thought for a minute, Sure maybe I will look into that...Wait! That is in TWO SLEEPS! Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To go or not to go...that is the question, that lasted a whole two minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going. I can't believe it and I am having huge anxiety about it, but I am doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because if everything I have heard is correct the school district is going to pay for it. This is a 15 month program, that would cost me a few thousand dollars, and right now there is a grant that will cover it. So...I am going back to school. Starting tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am terrified of the balancing act. Between being mom, wife, teacher, student, and tutor, I am not sure how I am going to manage it all. But, I will! I am going to setup a schedule and hopefully see if that works. I am also going to start praying...A LOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...tonight...from 4-8 I will be in class learning about irrational numbers. Jealous?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-1156520772463848251?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1156520772463848251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/back-to-school-i-think-i-am-crazy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/1156520772463848251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/1156520772463848251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/back-to-school-i-think-i-am-crazy.html' title='Back To School? I Think I am Crazy!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-1171136684370027284</id><published>2011-04-09T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T19:14:24.609-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lindsey'/><title type='text'>Feeling Off</title><content type='html'>For the past few weeks I have felt like something is wrong and I still don't know what it is. I kept just thinking it was exhaustion and that once spring break got here, I would start to feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring break came and went and I think it is getting worse. I don't know how to work WebMD, but am going to research and maybe even make a doctors appointment...MAYBE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been extremely tired lately. Like, one day during spring break I didn't even get out of bed until 3. I am exhausted. I try to get energy and it just isn't working. I am sleeping 7-9 hours usually, and still could crawl into bed and sleep at any given time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About last week, I started getting the shakes. I was holding a drink and the shakes became visible to a friend of mine. Brad asked what was wrong, but I couldn't tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I have continue to feel the shakes, be tired, and just not feel right. I am so frustrated and don't know what it could be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I have become emotional. My poor husband doesn't know if he is going to get his loving wife or an emotional basketcase at any time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I am having fun. I am praying it is just due to the weather and the need of some sunshine. Until then...I will continue to search and try to figure out what the hell is going on with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-1171136684370027284?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1171136684370027284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/feeling-off.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/1171136684370027284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/1171136684370027284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/feeling-off.html' title='Feeling Off'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-7936695483854994327</id><published>2011-03-28T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T23:11:57.017-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Earth Hour 2011-Going Beyond The Hour</title><content type='html'>This past Saturday was Earth Hour. My little sis, who is a total greenie, turned me on to this last year while we were visiting them in California. Joc then put a friendly little reminder on Facebook letting us know that it was Saturday, and that she totally expects us sisters to be participating. Well, I didn't reply right away, because I didn't know if I would get it together or not, but it never left my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon we spent over at the Mastricola's for Rachel's 12th birthday.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6hoQR4fmHE4/TZFoX5w-1TI/AAAAAAAABsA/AONfGstdeNY/s1600/earthhour%2B21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6hoQR4fmHE4/TZFoX5w-1TI/AAAAAAAABsA/AONfGstdeNY/s400/earthhour%2B21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589363372396041522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was hanging out with Nick and Heather I through out the idea of having an Earth Hour party. I had talked with Nathan, Art, and Brad, and decided it would be fun, but wanted to see who else would be interested. Well, Nick and Heather were game, but only could do it if we did it at there house. Done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--BFihwSRy4U/TZFrp1sFL8I/AAAAAAAABsI/Pe9r4LM2SAA/s1600/earthhour%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--BFihwSRy4U/TZFrp1sFL8I/AAAAAAAABsI/Pe9r4LM2SAA/s400/earthhour%2B4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589366979074273218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we wrapped up the birthday party, I dropped Carter and Dustin off for a nap, and I went and ran errands. Brad met me at the store, we got stuff for s'mores, chicken, and chips and salsa, then met back at my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rEHNE3h6ktk/TZFsL383-6I/AAAAAAAABsQ/4B4X_GRv2QU/s1600/earthhour%2B19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rEHNE3h6ktk/TZFsL383-6I/AAAAAAAABsQ/4B4X_GRv2QU/s400/earthhour%2B19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589367563797134242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed back to the Mastricola's to prepare for the gathering. Ash, Tawny, Red, were all there hanging out, and decided to stay for the party. Now, lets be honest. I think a large majority of the people thought I was crazy, but fortunately for me, Nick took this and ran with it. It made it a lot of fun to plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SQtcMrUSh7s/TZFt-QZ2F7I/AAAAAAAABsY/m4RIRjh2wrg/s1600/earthhour%2B26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SQtcMrUSh7s/TZFt-QZ2F7I/AAAAAAAABsY/m4RIRjh2wrg/s400/earthhour%2B26.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589369528866183090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 7:45 we started getting things ready. Nick got candles out, we pulled around the fire pit and we began trying to put together all we need for the hour we would go without power.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IJAwpWl_VjI/TZFw-IZlh6I/AAAAAAAABsw/Y4SAeFUO4QU/s1600/earthhour%2B18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IJAwpWl_VjI/TZFw-IZlh6I/AAAAAAAABsw/Y4SAeFUO4QU/s400/earthhour%2B18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589372825252497314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ilz8LtfTK74/TZFw-CGqBmI/AAAAAAAABso/-UD6kgy6FD4/s1600/earthhour%2B17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ilz8LtfTK74/TZFw-CGqBmI/AAAAAAAABso/-UD6kgy6FD4/s400/earthhour%2B17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589372823562487394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g9ALaGg9Px8/TZFw9yfoIzI/AAAAAAAABsg/0qIFMKdkYXc/s1600/earthhour%2B16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g9ALaGg9Px8/TZFw9yfoIzI/AAAAAAAABsg/0qIFMKdkYXc/s400/earthhour%2B16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589372819372254002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8:28 we turned out the lights and called it good. Nick turned off all the breakers and our Earth Hour began. Let me just tell you...&lt;strong&gt;IT. WAS. AWESOME!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0u2aTzY05Fo/TZFy51Sl9uI/AAAAAAAABtY/0rVBFiM8byo/s1600/earthhour%2B6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0u2aTzY05Fo/TZFy51Sl9uI/AAAAAAAABtY/0rVBFiM8byo/s400/earthhour%2B6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589374950426670818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WvTsz0I1JBI/TZFy5qyzs0I/AAAAAAAABtQ/MjslE6LTMxE/s1600/earthhour%2B22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WvTsz0I1JBI/TZFy5qyzs0I/AAAAAAAABtQ/MjslE6LTMxE/s400/earthhour%2B22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589374947608998722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rPB1x6w-znM/TZFy5rSEe7I/AAAAAAAABtI/gmj2j_MqkeY/s1600/earthhour%2B34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rPB1x6w-znM/TZFy5rSEe7I/AAAAAAAABtI/gmj2j_MqkeY/s400/earthhour%2B34.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589374947740122034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EFxwDJrqfgs/TZFy5QvzCfI/AAAAAAAABtA/wYVQuwEGUSo/s1600/earthhour%2B11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EFxwDJrqfgs/TZFy5QvzCfI/AAAAAAAABtA/wYVQuwEGUSo/s400/earthhour%2B11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589374940617050610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ahyu9UBtoJU/TZFy5B6QlPI/AAAAAAAABs4/0VhPnStgiYM/s1600/earthhour%2B7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ahyu9UBtoJU/TZFy5B6QlPI/AAAAAAAABs4/0VhPnStgiYM/s400/earthhour%2B7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589374936634397938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It truly turned out to be so much fun. It was something so different then usual, and it was all for a good cause. We laughed, made hot dogs, cooked chicken, sat out in the garage with a camp fire, and just hung out with our gang. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_QwSbSfPF8/TZF0J9bQWJI/AAAAAAAABuA/T95jmDGxXHM/s1600/earthhour%2B23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_QwSbSfPF8/TZF0J9bQWJI/AAAAAAAABuA/T95jmDGxXHM/s400/earthhour%2B23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589376327000021138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HGqbqBup5Vc/TZF0J_9ZbzI/AAAAAAAABt4/lt624zLoRdE/s1600/earthhour%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HGqbqBup5Vc/TZF0J_9ZbzI/AAAAAAAABt4/lt624zLoRdE/s400/earthhour%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589376327680094002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJbWaJXAwu4/TZF0JhZhYiI/AAAAAAAABtw/rLmEuwvFkU0/s1600/earthhour%2B8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJbWaJXAwu4/TZF0JhZhYiI/AAAAAAAABtw/rLmEuwvFkU0/s400/earthhour%2B8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589376319476556322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zh7xOUXmrYA/TZF0JXoAygI/AAAAAAAABto/wrpFmyBxVko/s1600/earthhour%2B9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zh7xOUXmrYA/TZF0JXoAygI/AAAAAAAABto/wrpFmyBxVko/s400/earthhour%2B9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589376316852980226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yC0b-RtfuVs/TZF0JLBMeuI/AAAAAAAABtg/zpPzB-qner0/s1600/earthhour%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yC0b-RtfuVs/TZF0JLBMeuI/AAAAAAAABtg/zpPzB-qner0/s400/earthhour%2B5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589376313468943074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once our hour without power was over, none of us were ready to stop. So, Nick turned on the breakers but we chose to keep the majority of the power off. As the night ended, we were all full of laughs and a memory to keep. We voted at the end of the night this would become a tradition and something we look forward to doing again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DnApI1srs4k/TZF3ZUi826I/AAAAAAAABuo/G6RKlaf4dBk/s1600/earthhour%2B24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DnApI1srs4k/TZF3ZUi826I/AAAAAAAABuo/G6RKlaf4dBk/s400/earthhour%2B24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589379889439234978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OGbSAkqTyjc/TZF3ZMuyaCI/AAAAAAAABug/yCQGehDlcZc/s1600/earthhour%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OGbSAkqTyjc/TZF3ZMuyaCI/AAAAAAAABug/yCQGehDlcZc/s400/earthhour%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589379887341398050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lsxx4ovJNdo/TZF3Y8TUQUI/AAAAAAAABuY/U2IINfwSNwQ/s1600/earthhour%2B10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lsxx4ovJNdo/TZF3Y8TUQUI/AAAAAAAABuY/U2IINfwSNwQ/s400/earthhour%2B10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589379882931208514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2jbdsebKBhI/TZF3YI49cEI/AAAAAAAABuI/_SuuA9QBWb8/s1600/earthhour%2B13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2jbdsebKBhI/TZF3YI49cEI/AAAAAAAABuI/_SuuA9QBWb8/s400/earthhour%2B13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589379869130453058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again to all our peeps who hung out with us that night. We had a great, much needed, time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-7936695483854994327?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7936695483854994327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/earth-hour-2011-going-beyond-hour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/7936695483854994327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/7936695483854994327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/earth-hour-2011-going-beyond-hour.html' title='Earth Hour 2011-Going Beyond The Hour'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6hoQR4fmHE4/TZFoX5w-1TI/AAAAAAAABsA/AONfGstdeNY/s72-c/earthhour%2B21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-9074183138605130864</id><published>2011-03-19T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T13:51:55.764-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>My Mom Turns The Big 6-0!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my mom's 60th birthday. This is a birthday she has been dreading, and my sisters and I wanted to make sure it was an extra special one. See, my mom is KNOWN for making the big birthdays seem to really count. She always makes them special and we wanted to try to do the same for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday my sisters and I went back and forth on different ideas, and decided the best way to make it a birthday to remember is to celebrate her day ALL. DAY. LONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy and kids started it off at her work first thing in the morning with balloons and a crown that stacy had made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jUmKZHQyuj4/TYZjr974-AI/AAAAAAAABqo/ZmusFGP3dNg/s1600/mom%2Bdrop%2Boff%2B1"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jUmKZHQyuj4/TYZjr974-AI/AAAAAAAABqo/ZmusFGP3dNg/s400/mom%2Bdrop%2Boff%2B1" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586261994810963970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 10:00 Garry had the next drop off and delivered a fruit arrangement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12:00 Stacy, the grandkids, and I dropped off a birthday cake for her to share with her co-workers and sang happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W1rURw1jlwo/TYZkuXU4kRI/AAAAAAAABqw/mip_6JuZz3Q/s1600/mom%2Bcake"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W1rURw1jlwo/TYZkuXU4kRI/AAAAAAAABqw/mip_6JuZz3Q/s400/mom%2Bcake" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586263135498047762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to do the final drop off at her house, instead of work, because she got off a few minutes early. So, S, Gar, Grandbaby's, and I were waiting for her when she got home. We had a large bouquet of flowers waiting for her, with a little note that said, "FOR THE QUEEN."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FFq2PlASSHM/TYZlIliqqLI/AAAAAAAABq4/L97GebLi-RA/s1600/mom%2Bflowers"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FFq2PlASSHM/TYZlIliqqLI/AAAAAAAABq4/L97GebLi-RA/s400/mom%2Bflowers" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586263585990551730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as she saw the flowers, we sent her into her room for a pair of sandals and a few pairs of socks. This was going to be the time us girls were going for a pedicure, one of our favorite things to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_UAlrqxwhu8/TYZlc5O0udI/AAAAAAAABrA/BdzjKgQF4lk/s1600/mom%2Band%2Bme%2Bpedi"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_UAlrqxwhu8/TYZlc5O0udI/AAAAAAAABrA/BdzjKgQF4lk/s400/mom%2Band%2Bme%2Bpedi" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586263934873418194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I than took mom's keys and excorted her to our next stop....DSW for a new pair of kicks. We didn't know what kind of shoes she would want and we wanted to make sure they were a pair that was comfortable and fun for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rSVxBQDTPjw/TYZmBmEvhhI/AAAAAAAABrI/p1c9zK0C4dk/s1600/mom%2Band%2Bs"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rSVxBQDTPjw/TYZmBmEvhhI/AAAAAAAABrI/p1c9zK0C4dk/s400/mom%2Band%2Bs" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586264565386020370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we did good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LvdnMqElqrY/TYZmCJVDUTI/AAAAAAAABrQ/QMGlAPIC62s/s1600/mom%2Bshoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LvdnMqElqrY/TYZmCJVDUTI/AAAAAAAABrQ/QMGlAPIC62s/s400/mom%2Bshoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586264574849667378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last stop was Red Robin for dinner. Here all of our families met and we were able to enjoy one another's company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0sginT7n2tQ/TYZmvBvK6vI/AAAAAAAABrY/XlleNmkk4_M/s1600/mom%2Bred%2Brobin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0sginT7n2tQ/TYZmvBvK6vI/AAAAAAAABrY/XlleNmkk4_M/s400/mom%2Bred%2Brobin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586265345905847026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at Red Robin mom opened her card from Jocelyn, whom we all missed dearly, and sent loves her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cUu9FphB6b8/TYZnf5Qh4gI/AAAAAAAABro/8DHFJ85ZOV4/s1600/mom%2Bj%2Bcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cUu9FphB6b8/TYZnf5Qh4gI/AAAAAAAABro/8DHFJ85ZOV4/s400/mom%2Bj%2Bcard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586266185443435010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wtmwxBV3ArA/TYZnfU3EHjI/AAAAAAAABrg/TWo9l6VXUHM/s1600/mom%2Bkisses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wtmwxBV3ArA/TYZnfU3EHjI/AAAAAAAABrg/TWo9l6VXUHM/s400/mom%2Bkisses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586266175672950322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final surprise was a beautiful watch from Gar. My mom had wanted one, but didn't know that Gar knew and he took it upon himself to find an AMAZING watch fit for the Queen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3pBHsHMRoWc/TYZnz9aKxxI/AAAAAAAABrw/e8tz8Dq_Gkk/s1600/mom%2Bwatch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3pBHsHMRoWc/TYZnz9aKxxI/AAAAAAAABrw/e8tz8Dq_Gkk/s400/mom%2Bwatch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586266530154989330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shared a scrumptious dessert and called it a night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cmtKb96hBFQ/TYZoD-4sdvI/AAAAAAAABr4/o46umEULVIE/s1600/mom%2Bdessert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cmtKb96hBFQ/TYZoD-4sdvI/AAAAAAAABr4/o46umEULVIE/s400/mom%2Bdessert.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586266805429368562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was really struggling with turning 60. She said she woke up with the blahs over it, but as the night ended she was nothing but grins and smiles. I think she had a really good birthday and I hope it is one she remembers. I kept telling her, "Mom, its going to come rather you want it or not...SO BRING IT ON!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brought it the only way she knows how, with love, grace, and finally acceptance! HAPPY 60th MOMMY! Thank you for all you do for everyone of us. You truly are an amazing mom, and it was a pleasure celebrating your day with you! I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-9074183138605130864?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9074183138605130864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-mom-turns-big-6-0.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/9074183138605130864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/9074183138605130864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-mom-turns-big-6-0.html' title='My Mom Turns The Big 6-0!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jUmKZHQyuj4/TYZjr974-AI/AAAAAAAABqo/ZmusFGP3dNg/s72-c/mom%2Bdrop%2Boff%2B1' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-6678518608067345035</id><published>2011-03-15T18:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T13:28:02.608-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>The First BBQ At Our Home</title><content type='html'>This last Tuesday, Dustin and I were driving home from work, the sun was out and we were in desperate need of a home cooked hamburger. So, we decided to go to Home Depot and buy the conversion kit we needed for our barbecue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then ran into Smiths, bought some hamburger buns, a patty maker, and ketchup, and we headed home. We were really excited to setup the bbq in our backyard and spend some much needed time outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rbux6JJZouc/TYZiHodyJeI/AAAAAAAABpo/SFKfh0GtxHg/s1600/DSCN6514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rbux6JJZouc/TYZiHodyJeI/AAAAAAAABpo/SFKfh0GtxHg/s400/DSCN6514.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586260271060624866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we got home, Dustin converted the barbecue while I made the pattys. It was not as simple as hoped, I don't think much ever is, but once it was all done, we were super excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gzwgVFYVrqM/TYZiIjfoHWI/AAAAAAAABp4/Bf7uu_sVKcs/s1600/DSCN6512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gzwgVFYVrqM/TYZiIjfoHWI/AAAAAAAABp4/Bf7uu_sVKcs/s400/DSCN6512.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586260286906047842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wO9HPDOe1Bc/TYZiIQwPzXI/AAAAAAAABpw/vIGpkre4JAE/s1600/DSCN6511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wO9HPDOe1Bc/TYZiIQwPzXI/AAAAAAAABpw/vIGpkre4JAE/s400/DSCN6511.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586260281875484018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made amazing burgers and grilled some fresh asparagus. The weather was perfect and we couldn't have been more excited. Carter loved being outside, playing with his basketball hoop and his rocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5U0pptk7vRY/TYZiHLCPAnI/AAAAAAAABpg/7_nfU1sbz-M/s1600/DSCN6517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5U0pptk7vRY/TYZiHLCPAnI/AAAAAAAABpg/7_nfU1sbz-M/s400/DSCN6517.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586260263160447602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EpDlyejTfaA/TYZiGvRjsvI/AAAAAAAABpY/eOexx-kS3kc/s1600/DSCN6520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EpDlyejTfaA/TYZiGvRjsvI/AAAAAAAABpY/eOexx-kS3kc/s400/DSCN6520.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586260255708525298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4jZdj36NGhM/TYZi_lPN0II/AAAAAAAABqg/6iFQ7kts-vE/s1600/DSCN6521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4jZdj36NGhM/TYZi_lPN0II/AAAAAAAABqg/6iFQ7kts-vE/s400/DSCN6521.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586261232266891394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were finishing dinner, Carter noticed a little bird playing in our fountain. He was so fascinated in watching this little bird. He slowly walked over, looked, came back, got dad, and then just watched for several minutes as the bird took a bath. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-BpCaP69uM/TYZi_f2EbNI/AAAAAAAABqY/2Aby1-aIt0A/s1600/DSCN6529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-BpCaP69uM/TYZi_f2EbNI/AAAAAAAABqY/2Aby1-aIt0A/s400/DSCN6529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586261230819241170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j4STGF2wFcQ/TYZi-7z_ktI/AAAAAAAABqQ/aJqc-lCpV0M/s1600/DSCN6534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j4STGF2wFcQ/TYZi-7z_ktI/AAAAAAAABqQ/aJqc-lCpV0M/s400/DSCN6534.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586261221146858194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WRTgf3AS-J0/TYZi-QIlDXI/AAAAAAAABqI/UVunOD5UrYQ/s1600/DSCN6537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WRTgf3AS-J0/TYZi-QIlDXI/AAAAAAAABqI/UVunOD5UrYQ/s400/DSCN6537.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586261209422040434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hF2QAZZLTKU/TYZi-DxUktI/AAAAAAAABqA/lyWJnadPKao/s1600/DSCN6547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hF2QAZZLTKU/TYZi-DxUktI/AAAAAAAABqA/lyWJnadPKao/s400/DSCN6547.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586261206103266002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This barbecue got us aching for more spring days and summer nights out on the patio. It was perect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-6678518608067345035?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6678518608067345035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/first-bbq-at-our-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/6678518608067345035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/6678518608067345035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/first-bbq-at-our-home.html' title='The First BBQ At Our Home'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rbux6JJZouc/TYZiHodyJeI/AAAAAAAABpo/SFKfh0GtxHg/s72-c/DSCN6514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-7419136432438590866</id><published>2011-03-15T18:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T21:10:22.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night Just To Unwind</title><content type='html'>Saturday I spent the day at Nathan's doing homework. Dustin was at work and we had a lot to get done before Brad and Nathan went on their cruise. Nathan and I worked on several papers and an outline. We had spent the previous evening taking a mid-term test and were just trying to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the homework concluded, we decided we wanted to just kind of chill and spend some time together. Dustin got off work and we decided to go grab a bite to eat. Once we were done we went back to Nathan's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin played video games, Nathan surfed the net, and Brad and I just started going through music videos on youtube. Well, the night continued to go on and we were having a ball. We listened to music from Olivia Newton-John to Kesha to Clint Black. We listened to, watched, and analyzed all kinds of music, and decided that when Def Leopard and Heat come to town in August, WE ARE SO GOING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Q0aS9dbLZM/TYA3zyKHHII/AAAAAAAABpQ/kebSrWJ_dXs/s1600/nathan%2Band%2Bbrad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Q0aS9dbLZM/TYA3zyKHHII/AAAAAAAABpQ/kebSrWJ_dXs/s400/nathan%2Band%2Bbrad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584524900716452994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then heard Nathan karaokeing to Counting Crows, and we immediately joined. We then spent the evening singing, looking at movies, and just relaxing. It was so much fun and we were all able to just unwind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NfqhFp3dDq4/TYA3zk1U-5I/AAAAAAAABpI/0UasXrQj3wg/s1600/Nathan%2Band%2Bme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NfqhFp3dDq4/TYA3zk1U-5I/AAAAAAAABpI/0UasXrQj3wg/s400/Nathan%2Band%2Bme.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584524897139620754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we met for breakfast and then shortly after the two boys, Brad and Nathan, headed south to Las Vegas for the night. They then boarded their cruise ship Monday and are gone for this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zK-fnUN_sUc/TYA3zcLszXI/AAAAAAAABpA/N5YJJlhpWn8/s1600/the%2B3%2Bof%2Bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zK-fnUN_sUc/TYA3zcLszXI/AAAAAAAABpA/N5YJJlhpWn8/s400/the%2B3%2Bof%2Bus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584524894817537394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-7419136432438590866?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7419136432438590866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/night-just-to-unwind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/7419136432438590866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/7419136432438590866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/night-just-to-unwind.html' title='A Night Just To Unwind'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Q0aS9dbLZM/TYA3zyKHHII/AAAAAAAABpQ/kebSrWJ_dXs/s72-c/nathan%2Band%2Bbrad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-2314726339015486242</id><published>2011-03-15T18:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T20:55:19.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Coming Home...After Seattle!</title><content type='html'>Thursday morning I woke up and began getting ready. I had received a text from my principal asking a question, and decided I should logon to my e-mail. I pulled out my computer, turned on the net, and found out I was to pay $9.95 in my room. I called the front desk and asked why it wasn't working. Turns out when they say "Free internet" it means in the lobby only. To be in the comfort of my own room would cost extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was extremely frustrated and decided it was time to just check out of my room. I asked they pull my car around and I bounced. I went to Liz's where she was waiting and off on our adventure we went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice to spend the day with Liz. I had not seen her since December of 2009, and we had a lot of catching up to do. We went and got coffee and a pastry, then went to check out her new home. It is darling!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m2Z9k1z-HN8/TYAzGdt-GgI/AAAAAAAABnY/oDCbLQOB0m8/s1600/DSCN6484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m2Z9k1z-HN8/TYAzGdt-GgI/AAAAAAAABnY/oDCbLQOB0m8/s400/DSCN6484.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584519724089088514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xLftKW-Xjk0/TYAzGLe_htI/AAAAAAAABnQ/kCTJd-yLwFw/s1600/DSCN6490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xLftKW-Xjk0/TYAzGLe_htI/AAAAAAAABnQ/kCTJd-yLwFw/s400/DSCN6490.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584519719194429138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H5ujcDoCNS4/TYAzF3553sI/AAAAAAAABnI/zp16rALA7FM/s1600/DSCN6492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H5ujcDoCNS4/TYAzF3553sI/AAAAAAAABnI/zp16rALA7FM/s400/DSCN6492.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584519713938595522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once that was out of the way we headed to Seattle to do some site seeing. We found a parking lot, that said, "$5 parking" and I thought that was a great deal. We parked the car and out we went. We spent the majority of the afternoon at Pike's Market. It was so fun to see this famous place and we walked all over. We saw a lot of seafood, stores, markets, and entertainers. I finally got to see the ocean water and I found comfort taking it all in.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B73n1hWCGfA/TYAzHc8TE_I/AAAAAAAABno/oMLDwc77IuA/s1600/DSCN6471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B73n1hWCGfA/TYAzHc8TE_I/AAAAAAAABno/oMLDwc77IuA/s400/DSCN6471.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584519741060617202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--BxAIy-vNng/TYAzGsZkQwI/AAAAAAAABng/kh26nFImvoY/s1600/DSCN6472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--BxAIy-vNng/TYAzGsZkQwI/AAAAAAAABng/kh26nFImvoY/s400/DSCN6472.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584519728030040834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz and I then decided to go eat some clam chowder in a bread bowl. It was delicious, but then time for us to take Liz back. As we got back to my car, Liz noticed an envelope on my car and asked what it was. Turns out I got a parking ticket, $50, due to my back tire crossing the line. WHAT! I was livid. I then had to pay $28 for my parking spot, because it was $5/hr parking. RIDICULOUS!!! So, within less than 24 hours, I spent close to $100 in nothing BUT parking!!! Arghhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uLooXREM6m8/TYA0Po6IiiI/AAAAAAAABoQ/ZRNZ5BLUKY8/s1600/DSCN6498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uLooXREM6m8/TYA0Po6IiiI/AAAAAAAABoQ/ZRNZ5BLUKY8/s400/DSCN6498.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584520981223344674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JGeoNTsgOlU/TYA0PfjKBPI/AAAAAAAABoI/aTdoaesPYnM/s1600/DSCN6505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JGeoNTsgOlU/TYA0PfjKBPI/AAAAAAAABoI/aTdoaesPYnM/s400/DSCN6505.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584520978711053554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j4l8uqlQyxQ/TYA0O0GGR2I/AAAAAAAABoA/Qj2BQxY3kZQ/s1600/DSCN6508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j4l8uqlQyxQ/TYA0O0GGR2I/AAAAAAAABoA/Qj2BQxY3kZQ/s400/DSCN6508.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584520967046448994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz and I  talked the entire time, and it was so nice to finally spend some serious girl time. Unfortunately, I don't have many girlfriends back home anymore, and it was much needed to just chat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QS8mMHxWGEA/TYA0Oj5ljbI/AAAAAAAABn4/TCbx0_--mp4/s1600/DSCN6480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QS8mMHxWGEA/TYA0Oj5ljbI/AAAAAAAABn4/TCbx0_--mp4/s400/DSCN6480.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584520962699005362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgzW-weFp4/TYA0OQn924I/AAAAAAAABnw/s8BlVrvv0wk/s1600/DSCN6510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgzW-weFp4/TYA0OQn924I/AAAAAAAABnw/s8BlVrvv0wk/s400/DSCN6510.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584520957524827010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 2:00 we said goodbye and I headed to Seatac. I filled up my cute little car and returned it. I then got on my shuttle and went to the airport. I tried to catch the 4:30 plane to Salt Lake, but due to a checked bag, I was unable to get on. So, I read through my e-mails, replied, and anxiously awaited to get home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got on the plane, I pulled out my book and read. I was so excited to get home and be with my family. Dustin and Carter were waiting for me when I walked out and Carter was feeling much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washington was an amazing trip. I felt like I conquered a lot and was able to prove to myself I can travel alone and as long as I have a good GPS system, survive. I really enjoyed my time, but was so glad to come home to my world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-2314726339015486242?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2314726339015486242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-coming-homeafter-seattle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/2314726339015486242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/2314726339015486242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-coming-homeafter-seattle.html' title='I&apos;m Coming Home...After Seattle!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m2Z9k1z-HN8/TYAzGdt-GgI/AAAAAAAABnY/oDCbLQOB0m8/s72-c/DSCN6484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-2757104348116410725</id><published>2011-03-15T18:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T20:59:21.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lindsey'/><title type='text'>Washington Day 3</title><content type='html'>Day 3 was...hmmm....an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the first part of my morning with a team for one of the students. For the most part they were able to take in the information, ask questions, and come up with a game plan for their student. I was able to meet the parents and I will admit they are what gave me courage to keep explaining information and looking for answers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went for lunch and headed to my second school. This meeting was interesting but it went fine. Near the end of my meeting, I had given the idea of using headphones for one of the students. The family had not found a pair of headphones that the child would wear, and I mentioned skullcandys. I wanted to try it and see if the student would even just wear them around their neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the child came down, I talked to them and asked if we could listen to a story together. They agreed, so we put them on around the neck. After a few minutes, they were on their ears, and the student loved them. The child immediately began smiling and truly made my heart melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited that I was able to find a pair of headphones that would work for them. I asked the school and family to please keep them there so if the child needed them, they were there. As I left, I felt like if nothing else I had left them with a tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found sadness in my heart as I walked out of that school on Wednesday. What lies ahead for those kiddoes is challenging, and heartbreaking. I wish I could take a part of the pain with me back home, so that the families wouldn't have to endure so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in my car and immediately headed back to Seattle. I felt like there was nothing else I could do there and was anxious to see Liz. Unfortunately the drive took me a little less than four hours due to a horrible snow storm, but I made it to Liz's with very little problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cVXGrhVc6PQ/TYA1NyfQT6I/AAAAAAAABo4/rkGFeEQx3VY/s1600/DSCN6461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cVXGrhVc6PQ/TYA1NyfQT6I/AAAAAAAABo4/rkGFeEQx3VY/s400/DSCN6461.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584522048946851746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ARSAo6Rh7JA/TYA1NU0qV1I/AAAAAAAABoo/-7zmGLRlp38/s1600/DSCN6463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ARSAo6Rh7JA/TYA1NU0qV1I/AAAAAAAABoo/-7zmGLRlp38/s400/DSCN6463.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584522040983574354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RB-j19CifkI/TYA1M7QgH7I/AAAAAAAABog/vl59_gm25ic/s1600/DSCN6460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RB-j19CifkI/TYA1M7QgH7I/AAAAAAAABog/vl59_gm25ic/s400/DSCN6460.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584522034121023410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TTKdxJI_nIw/TYA1MkPUC1I/AAAAAAAABoY/UzW-nLKeO1s/s1600/DSCN6466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TTKdxJI_nIw/TYA1MkPUC1I/AAAAAAAABoY/UzW-nLKeO1s/s400/DSCN6466.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584522027942021970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the pleasure to meet Liz's husband, Brad, and the three of us went to dinner. We then checked into my hotel and headed back to their home. After a few minutes of chatting, we were all exhausted so I went back into Seattle. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qsWT9bPEPHo/TYA1NnyGdAI/AAAAAAAABow/PWIpchX21pQ/s1600/DSCN6469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qsWT9bPEPHo/TYA1NnyGdAI/AAAAAAAABow/PWIpchX21pQ/s400/DSCN6469.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584522046073107458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kx5nKqW4vC4/TYAvu_EKJ4I/AAAAAAAABnA/cRYDfTmw7cA/s1600/Space%2Bneedle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kx5nKqW4vC4/TYAvu_EKJ4I/AAAAAAAABnA/cRYDfTmw7cA/s400/Space%2Bneedle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584516022188779394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With very little fuss, I was able to refind my hotel, but could not find a parking spot. I drove and drove but did not know where to park my car. I finally decided to just go with valet, got all my stuff unloaded, and then read a sign that said, "Valet parking $27 + taxes" FORGET THAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back into my car...Driving...Driving...Driving...Finally called the hotel only to find out they DO NOT HAVE PARKING unless you valet. WHAT! I was so unhappy, but what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I unloaded everything again, went up to my room and went to bed. I was pretty drained, and anxious for morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-2757104348116410725?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2757104348116410725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/washington-day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/2757104348116410725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/2757104348116410725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/washington-day-3.html' title='Washington Day 3'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cVXGrhVc6PQ/TYA1NyfQT6I/AAAAAAAABo4/rkGFeEQx3VY/s72-c/DSCN6461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-5509420840958637834</id><published>2011-03-15T18:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T11:39:51.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Washington Day 2...WOW!!!</title><content type='html'>Day 2 was very interesting. I woke up early in the morning and got ready. I was very excited to go meet the people I had been talking with, and more excited to meet the students. I was very excited to get in there and see what I could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate breakfast at the hotel, and then went to the school. It was nice to meet everyone and observe the school. I was able to spend four hours at both school and see what the day was like for the students. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very intrigued by these kiddoes and found them both amazing. I loved talking with them and spending sometime with them. I once was told, children with this disease have a special glow and auro about them, I couldn't agree more. The few students I have had the privillege to meet and chat with have touched my heart in a very special way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07RyXr-oYPQ/TYArnuiidBI/AAAAAAAABm4/N1SRDGHTgUA/s1600/seattle%2Bprofessional.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07RyXr-oYPQ/TYArnuiidBI/AAAAAAAABm4/N1SRDGHTgUA/s400/seattle%2Bprofessional.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584511499447202834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I left the two schools that day, I found myself searching internally for ways I could help these boys. I sent a HUGE shoutout to my god and angels, asking them to help give me the knowledge I needed to provide positive supports and assistance as they continue to go through their journey. With this being a deadly disease, it breaks my heart to know that they are going to go through the ultimate hell of losing everything and so are their families. I needed to gather everything I knew and develop a report and outline for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to my room, laid down, and tried to absorb everything I had observed. About 45 minutes later, I found the strength to get up, grab my laptop, and go to dinner. I wanted Mexican food, so I asked my hotel where a good restaurant was, and headed there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began eating chips and salsa and the thoughts began to poor. I spent the next two hours in a booth typing all of my thoughts down. I then felt like I was being a burden, packed up and went back to my room. I spent some time on my phone chatting with my peeps back home, then finally completed my report about 12:00.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-5509420840958637834?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5509420840958637834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/washington-day-2wow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/5509420840958637834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/5509420840958637834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/washington-day-2wow.html' title='Washington Day 2...WOW!!!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07RyXr-oYPQ/TYArnuiidBI/AAAAAAAABm4/N1SRDGHTgUA/s72-c/seattle%2Bprofessional.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-6069249619191678426</id><published>2011-03-15T18:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T11:39:04.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lindsey'/><title type='text'>Washington Day 1</title><content type='html'>Monday morning, I ran to the district office to grab a cheap talk to take to Washington, and then over to Nathan's for him to take me to the airport. I got checked in, went through security, and then just waited. In the meantime I received several much needed text messages of encouragement, and made a quick phone call to my dad to promise him I would be back on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I boarded my plane, and then turned on my music and just chilled. It was so nice to just kind of unwind. I was pretty nervous going on a vacation all by myself, but knew I needed to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick fill in on what I was going to Washington for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an educational consulatant for Battens Disease. Battens in a degenerative disease that is genetic and fatal. I was trained a few years ago, and I am currently the only one trained in the western United States. A school in Wenatchee contacted me a few weeks ago to discuss a couple of students who have this disease. We reviewed some information, and a couple weeks later they requested I come out and spend some time with them. So, I was going there to meet with the special education team, the parents, and specialists to help them grasp and understand the disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got to Washington, I was completely overwhelmed. I had to take a train to get my baggage, then had to go out to an "island" and call for a shuttle to my rental car. Once the shuttle arrived, I drove to Advantage and was trying to get my car. Well, what Advantage did not tell me is they have a massive deposit, fees, and gas charges, on top of what was being paid, which was well over $500. I didn't have a credit card that would hold that much, and asked if they would let me split the charges. Well she ran my cards 3 times, and then told me she was sorry, but no longer would be able to rent a car to me. I asked why, and asked if she had seperated the charges, and after talking, it was basically "Sorry...sucks to be you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back on the shuttle I got. I called Dustin bawling, telling him my sad story. I knew there was nothing he could do, but I was extremely frustrated. I went back to the airport, caught another shuttle, and ended up at Dollar rentals, which turned out to be a much better deal in the long run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plugged in my hotel address to Wenatchee into my GPS and was on my way. It was a beautiful drive, and about 2 1/2 hours away from Seattle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ua9MiaHZts/TYAmkLmaEAI/AAAAAAAABmw/BLSYQpH6j-Q/s1600/DSCN6452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ua9MiaHZts/TYAmkLmaEAI/AAAAAAAABmw/BLSYQpH6j-Q/s400/DSCN6452.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584505940970442754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6RUuEu8q-hg/TYAmjzl8tOI/AAAAAAAABmo/4UTUVJDvdWk/s1600/DSCN6445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6RUuEu8q-hg/TYAmjzl8tOI/AAAAAAAABmo/4UTUVJDvdWk/s400/DSCN6445.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584505934526067938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ff1wn-eQA2o/TYAmjhLqFXI/AAAAAAAABmg/-r3GC_3hdkE/s1600/DSCN6441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ff1wn-eQA2o/TYAmjhLqFXI/AAAAAAAABmg/-r3GC_3hdkE/s400/DSCN6441.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584505929583957362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally arrived to my hotel, checked in, immediately asked where a liquor store was, got back in my car, bought a bottle of Moscato, and then returned. I got into my room, settled in, and tried to relax. I spoke with my Dad, Dustin, Nathan, and Brad, and then called it a night. I was feeling much better being on a trip all alone, once I was there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-6069249619191678426?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6069249619191678426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/washington-day-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/6069249619191678426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/6069249619191678426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/washington-day-1.html' title='Washington Day 1'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ua9MiaHZts/TYAmkLmaEAI/AAAAAAAABmw/BLSYQpH6j-Q/s72-c/DSCN6452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-2354109030059951156</id><published>2011-03-15T18:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T19:22:39.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lindsey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Leaving My Outer Heart...</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday I was feeling completely overwhelmed. I was going out of town for a consultation on Batten Disease, and Carter was sick. I spent the whole afternoon in an instacare with my Little Man, who had a fever of 102, and not doing great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 1/2 hours, we finally saw a doctor just to have them say, they believe it was just another virus and he is contagious for 3-5 days. Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R1y-jHmpX1k/TYAePxnamwI/AAAAAAAABmY/PE90ehCCvQc/s1600/sick%2Bsuper%2Bman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R1y-jHmpX1k/TYAePxnamwI/AAAAAAAABmY/PE90ehCCvQc/s400/sick%2Bsuper%2Bman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584496794304944898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my sister and she said she would rather not have Peanut for the week then because her kids were just getting rid of some yucky gamboo and didn't want them to get sick again. So...we called Granny and Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rNqo0Ny8elc/TYAePuX1-CI/AAAAAAAABmQ/mnHu8PNaOZ4/s1600/sleeping%2Bsick%2Bbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rNqo0Ny8elc/TYAePuX1-CI/AAAAAAAABmQ/mnHu8PNaOZ4/s400/sleeping%2Bsick%2Bbaby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584496793434322978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night Dustin and I ran Carter up to Logan to spend the next few days with them. I knew he was in good hands but I must confess I was heartbroken. I did not want to go to Seattle while my baby was sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RU-mTOczsMo/TYAePVI6lYI/AAAAAAAABmI/MTmQznaKhIc/s1600/sick%2Bsuperman%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RU-mTOczsMo/TYAePVI6lYI/AAAAAAAABmI/MTmQznaKhIc/s400/sick%2Bsuperman%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584496786660824450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after some sweet loves and knowing he was in good hands, I knew I must continue with my trip. It was important for me to leave my outer heart in Logan to go help the heart of another mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-2354109030059951156?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2354109030059951156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/leaving-my-outer-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/2354109030059951156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/2354109030059951156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/leaving-my-outer-heart.html' title='Leaving My Outer Heart...'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R1y-jHmpX1k/TYAePxnamwI/AAAAAAAABmY/PE90ehCCvQc/s72-c/sick%2Bsuper%2Bman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-3439184895022760644</id><published>2011-03-03T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T08:12:35.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Could Have Turned Into A Fist Fight..Over Superman!</title><content type='html'>This week Dustin is working the early shift every day. Which means, I have to take the Little Man to Aunt Stacy's every morning. I don't love this shift because I really hate getting up early, little lone having to get a child ready as well. Oh well, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Monday started this week of early mornings. I had to awaken Carter, and he was not happy about this at all. But we got going and I thought we would be fine. Little did I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter wanted to wear his superman t-shirt, unfortunately it was in the washer. I was trying to explain to Carter why he couldn't wear a wet t-shirt to Aunt Stacy's in February. "Baby, you will freeze. Honey, you will get sick! I can't let you wear a wet shirt, it is to cold!!!" None of this was working, and my son started screaming!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found another shirt, long sleeve, clean, and most importantly DRY!!! I put Carter on my bed, and he starts screaming, kicking, trying to escape. I have to actually lock him down with my body while I get him dressed. We get his shirt on, and I have to get his pants, which he threw on the floor. I pick them up, only to see Carter has now taken his arms back out of his shirt. Grrrr!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much kicking and fighting I finally have Little Man dressed. I put on his shoe, and while I am getting the other one ready, he kicks the other one off. Oh my hell child, we were going to duke it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we are dressed, I am completely flustered, now running later than I prefer, and I still need to get my shoes on. We go downstairs and I ask him to grab his coat. He tells me he wants to put it on, so I say okay. Well, of course he puts it on backwards, which would not be a big deal but due to the fact we are going in his carseat, it won't work. I try to help him, he screams and throws it on the floor. No big deal, I will just put it in the car with me. I pick it up. He comes running over, grabs it out of my hands and throws it back on the floor with a, "ME DO IT!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grab it, close my door, walk out to my car, put him in kicking, screaming, and arching his back. I pin his little body, put the seatbelts on, and he starts crying. My eyes fill with tears, and I get in my car. I sat there for a minute thinking, "Holly hell, it is going to be a day. I feel like I just got done in a fist fight...and it's only 7:00 am Monday morning!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-3439184895022760644?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3439184895022760644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/could-have-turned-into-fist-fightover.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/3439184895022760644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/3439184895022760644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/could-have-turned-into-fist-fightover.html' title='Could Have Turned Into A Fist Fight..Over Superman!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-8813788873901298106</id><published>2011-03-03T15:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T15:33:03.436-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carter'/><title type='text'>Best Friends</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday I was taking Carter to Gymboree. I must confess, I don't always love getting up and getting going early Saturday mornings, and by early I mean having to be to Gymboree by 10:00. But once I get there, I am so glad I am there because Carter loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets some time to play with his cousin, interact with other kids his age, and jump, climb, and hop as much as he can in an hour. So, though I may complain, we really do love it and I love some fun mommy and Carter time together each week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the conversation that my sweet boy blessed me with as we were going into Gymboree last week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter: "Mommy, I like you a whole lot." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and said, "Thank you baby, I like you a whole lot too!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter: "You do? Me like daddy a whole lot." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "And I know daddy likes you a whole lot too!" He smiled and looked out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then thought the conversation was over, and was smiling at how sweet my boy was. Then after a few minutes, he says, "Hey mom, we all best friends, huh?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah baby, we're best friends forever and ever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hooray!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-8813788873901298106?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8813788873901298106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/best-friends.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/8813788873901298106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/8813788873901298106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/best-friends.html' title='Best Friends'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-7997457075827181066</id><published>2011-02-21T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T16:24:51.674-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lindsey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>Taking On A Project</title><content type='html'>Several weeks ago Dustin bought a couple of fish tanks, a stand, and all of the stuff to fill the tank off KSL. I had told him I did not want a tank that big, but never really looked at it. He stored it in the bathroom downstairs, and since I never go down there it became out of sight out of mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I needed to go downstairs, and for the first time I saw the tank and stand. Let me just say it was hideous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oavh4ZC_ZIU/TWL9LDyqJEI/AAAAAAAABlg/kHaekzcbVcg/s1600/DSCN6426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oavh4ZC_ZIU/TWL9LDyqJEI/AAAAAAAABlg/kHaekzcbVcg/s400/DSCN6426.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576297655076267074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I looked at it, and decided I kind of liked it. It just needed a LOT of TLC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xtdXoe6kO10/TWL9ipKOzzI/AAAAAAAABlo/M4Fh9wXuACc/s1600/DSCN6427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xtdXoe6kO10/TWL9ipKOzzI/AAAAAAAABlo/M4Fh9wXuACc/s400/DSCN6427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576298060244242226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday afternoon, once Dustin was home, I decided to go to Lowe's and see what I could find. I had the idea of paining it teal with white over it. I don't have tons of money, so I just decided to go look at the oops paint. I found a can that was a blue/teal color for $2.50! I decided that would be perfect! I then had them mix me up a can of off white. I was going to buy some crackle but it was $24 and I didn't want to spend that much, so I just went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got home I took off the doors and the hardware and began my little project. I painted the whole thing blue, and I loved it!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mj9vp3RaGSE/TWL_KMp8cpI/AAAAAAAABlw/V_0pc6q3l6M/s1600/DSCN6428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mj9vp3RaGSE/TWL_KMp8cpI/AAAAAAAABlw/V_0pc6q3l6M/s400/DSCN6428.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576299839299023506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I wanted to cackle it so I let it dry overnight. Last night as I was on the internet I decided to see if Michael's sold crackle, and they did! So, first thing this morning, I ran to Michael's and found it for $5. I then found the finishing spray and a basket on sale. I had a 20% off coupon and ended up paying $18 for everything! HOORAY for waiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home and applied the crackle and then had to wait a couple more hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H9Yt1ZvEYYw/TWMAgHCUr4I/AAAAAAAABl4/XggcI7_6AEQ/s1600/DSCN6431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H9Yt1ZvEYYw/TWMAgHCUr4I/AAAAAAAABl4/XggcI7_6AEQ/s400/DSCN6431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576301315259412354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once it was dry, I applied the white. If I am being honest with myself, I am not sure how I felt about it once it was on. I have never done this by myself before and decided, what the hell, if I hate it, I will just junk the dumb thing anyway. So, I finished painting on the white. I then waited for it to dry and then applied the finishing spray. Still didn't know if I was going to love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spray dried and I finally got to reapply the hardware. When I was done, I recognized I was grinning. I then couldn't wait to get it upstairs into the front room, to see how it looked. So, I carried it up and ended up taking a chunk out of my side, but it was worth it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it in the right spot, put on the basket I bought at Michael's and I am &lt;strong&gt;SUPER&lt;/strong&gt; stoked with how it turned out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyshqa5c3fM/TWMB8LJWqeI/AAAAAAAABmA/escU7_c1Vng/s1600/DSCN6438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyshqa5c3fM/TWMB8LJWqeI/AAAAAAAABmA/escU7_c1Vng/s400/DSCN6438.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576302896910608866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOORAH!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-7997457075827181066?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7997457075827181066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/taking-on-project.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/7997457075827181066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/7997457075827181066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/taking-on-project.html' title='Taking On A Project'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oavh4ZC_ZIU/TWL9LDyqJEI/AAAAAAAABlg/kHaekzcbVcg/s72-c/DSCN6426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-5192435988536407868</id><published>2011-02-21T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T15:49:26.995-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lindsey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>Starting To Feel Like Home</title><content type='html'>Saturday morning Carter and I went to Gymboree like we usually do. He wasn't feeling up to par and I could tell it might be one of those days where home is thebest option. I didn't want to just go home and do nothing, I wanted to do something, but didn't know what. So, on our way home, I decided to stop by Michaels and see what I could find to entertain myself with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this wall in my house, by my back door, that I don't love. It is big, empty, and makes me cringe when I look at it. You should probably know I have hung a total of two pictures in my house and that simply is just so I felt like somebody lived here. I don't know if they will even remain where they are, but we hung them shortly after moving in and have done &lt;strong&gt;ZERO&lt;/strong&gt; decorating since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lEp74Jk9cnU/TWL1p860CeI/AAAAAAAABk4/Up0ljfeb-xA/s1600/DSCN6412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lEp74Jk9cnU/TWL1p860CeI/AAAAAAAABk4/Up0ljfeb-xA/s400/DSCN6412.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576289389714344418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at Michael's I thought of this wall and decided maybe I should see if I can find a way to decorate it. So I just started cruising,I had an idea that I wanted to hang letters and my family pictures done by Brein. Rather than that...&lt;strong&gt;I. HAD. NO. IDEA!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I cruised I found letters I like, so I spelt this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8maBU6zwt7Y/TWL1eH5We-I/AAAAAAAABkw/NxkhIoThnsA/s1600/DSCN6413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8maBU6zwt7Y/TWL1eH5We-I/AAAAAAAABkw/NxkhIoThnsA/s400/DSCN6413.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576289186502573026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then found these words, and though I didn't know what I was going to do with them, I decided I like them a lot for a buck each. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FQfG0KJA5ds/TWL2lvsLpMI/AAAAAAAABlA/cYFMaRfCxf4/s1600/DSCN6414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FQfG0KJA5ds/TWL2lvsLpMI/AAAAAAAABlA/cYFMaRfCxf4/s400/DSCN6414.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576290416955466946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I continued to roam, I found paint on sale for 29 cents and ribbon 3/$1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pQ3eXoSCjKI/TWL3OAGnJ9I/AAAAAAAABlI/rJYV7HbECos/s1600/DSCN6415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pQ3eXoSCjKI/TWL3OAGnJ9I/AAAAAAAABlI/rJYV7HbECos/s400/DSCN6415.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576291108556056530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided I better buy Carter something to work on so that he doesn't want to "help" with my little project so I got him this, and let me tell you, he loves it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-51rEnh4ehpI/TWL4k0W2pcI/AAAAAAAABlQ/Ftaf2IqpjYU/s1600/DSCN6419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-51rEnh4ehpI/TWL4k0W2pcI/AAAAAAAABlQ/Ftaf2IqpjYU/s400/DSCN6419.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576292600051574210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after some paint, some glue, and some much needed me time, it turned out like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h9NvQdEGu_M/TWL47pd6NxI/AAAAAAAABlY/IdSrC39IhsY/s1600/DSCN6420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h9NvQdEGu_M/TWL47pd6NxI/AAAAAAAABlY/IdSrC39IhsY/s400/DSCN6420.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576292992265369362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, I like it. I think it is different and something that makes our home feel more like our home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-5192435988536407868?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5192435988536407868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/starting-to-feel-like-home.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/5192435988536407868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/5192435988536407868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/starting-to-feel-like-home.html' title='Starting To Feel Like Home'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lEp74Jk9cnU/TWL1p860CeI/AAAAAAAABk4/Up0ljfeb-xA/s72-c/DSCN6412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-4469279580338377730</id><published>2011-02-13T10:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T11:26:33.438-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lindsey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I Believe...</title><content type='html'>That &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt; happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That we are put into certain situations and it has nothing to do with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;COINCIDENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SPONTANEITY&lt;/span&gt; has unknown purposes a lot of the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That when &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PUSH&lt;/span&gt; comes to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SHOVE&lt;/span&gt;, I have some of the, truly, best friends a person could have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we were all running a little low and needed to be recharged. The best way for us to recharge, is together. So, we through a spontaneous BBQ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made bbq chicken, until the bbq ran out of propane, then it finished as oven chicken, green beans, and potatoes. As the group began to gather, you could fill the charge start to fill. There was laughter, stories, and a bond that we all continue to make as a group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 9:15 last night, Nathan and Nick decided we should all be spontaneous and take a trip to Wendover. I debated due to money, Carter, and Dustin working, but when I spoke with Dustin about it, he said for me to go, and he would take care of Carter. I promised I would be home before he had to be to work, and we loaded up Nathan's suburban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick, Heather, Chantay, Arthur, Bradley, Nathan, Kenny, and I all headed to Wendover for a few hours of fun. We first went to the Nuggett, but Kenny was the only one with a sign of winning, so we then headed over to Montego Bay. Nobody won there, and once we were able to recruit the crowd we headed outside for a trip to The Rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were bee-boppin' along Kenny says to the crowd, "is that a body in the road?" I say, "whatever," but look into the road, and see a mess of a pile. We all start to walk towards this mess, and low and behold it was a man lying in the road who had been hit by a car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick and Nathan went running, I immediately called 911, and my group started to try to take control of a God Awful situation. We put people out to start monitoring traffic, Nathan began assessing, and Nick began talking. Nathan was able to tell us that it was very serious and we needed to make sure the man did not move. He was unconscious and breathing, but if he rolled we would lose his airway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What seems like hours, but surely was only minutes, went by before the fire engine, ambulance, and police began to arrive. Nathan was able to quickly inform the medics coming on to scene the stats, and he was the man in charge. (Wendover is voluntary, and I believe the guys were relieved to have an ER Trauma EMT on scene.) We rolled the man on three, got him secured on the board, then onto the stretcher, and on the road. Life flight was meeting them somewhere along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the man was gone, we helped collect the belongings, gave them to the officers, and then walked away. As we began to walk away, the reaction from what we had just experienced began to set. Nick needed to walk it off, I was shaking horribly, and Nathan and Brad just talked. They are used to situations such as this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were walking away I had a swarm of emotions hitting me. As most of you know my little sister was a pedestrian hit by a car and survived her horrible scene. While I was walking away all I could think about was, there once was a scene, very similar to this, and it was some strangers who approached my little sisters accident. That I know there were people there to help her, but I will never know who they are or what role they played. And the feeling that got me the most, is knowing that somewhere, some family members and friends were going to be receiving a phone call tonight that would shake them to their core. It truly made me nausea's to think what that family will be enduring. It was a very real feeling for me and one I cannot shake even this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left shortly after, only one of us ahead, and headed back home. On our way home we would bring up the accident off and on, and we all agreed that if the only reason we went to Dover tonight was to help save a young mans life, it was absolutely where we were supposed to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if he is alive or not. I have tried to call the hospital but I may not have the name right, and if I do, they aren't telling me due to privacy laws. But, the man and his family are in my prayers and thoughts, and if he is alive, I can only pray, over time he is able to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to give a big shout out to my friends. There were a lot of people last night watching, and we were the only ones who took action. I know it was rough on us, but I am so grateful we were there, with experience, love, and knowledge on how to respond to crisis situations. You truly are amazing people and I love each and every one of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-4469279580338377730?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4469279580338377730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-believe.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/4469279580338377730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/4469279580338377730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-believe.html' title='I Believe...'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-1624806499361936892</id><published>2011-02-08T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T17:35:13.704-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>I Clicked On What!!!!</title><content type='html'>Last night Nathan showed up at my work in a car he was test driving. We went for a ride and then returned it. He dropped me back off at my car, and we decided we should do dinner and homework. We sent out a message seeing who wanted to join, but when nobody replied we decided to stay in and eat pizza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to Nathan's he told me Bradley had replied and he would be coming to join us. Shortly after Kenny confirmed that he and Brooke would be joining us as well. Dustin wanted to come and play video games, and we were going to just chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking over Nathan's homework, seeing what was due, double checking work, etc. Well, I then noticed that there was a quiz that was open, and I felt like that was the quiz we needed to make up, so in trying to determine what it was. In talking with Nathan, he tells me to click on the button, and before I knew it, we were on the test that is due this week that we had not even studied or read for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With in minutes Brad showed up and shortly after Kenny arrived. So, we opened books, laptops, and the pizza boxes, sat down and took an unexpected test. We laughed and had no idea on some, but within an hour we had managed to complete the test on glycerol, cholesterol, tryglicerides, etc. Best part...&lt;strong&gt;NATHAN GOT A 90%!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Hot Damn!!! We will take it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then talked. A lot. All of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about Brad going back to school and getting things lined up and what it would look like if he could figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about Kenny and got some much needed paperwork filled out and ready to print to be turned in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed and for the first time in a REALLY long time, we were "US." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part...I have told all the boys that I am not cheap. I accept large bills, chocolate, and candy. And when they are all done and I have a couple nurses in my crowd, I have informed them they will be paying for a vacation on my behalf where there is a beach and a week of not much to do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to my boys and best of luck as you continue to work towards your goals!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-1624806499361936892?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1624806499361936892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-clicked-on-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/1624806499361936892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/1624806499361936892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-clicked-on-what.html' title='I Clicked On What!!!!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-2660539140292473202</id><published>2011-02-08T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T17:16:29.324-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Go Pack Go!!!</title><content type='html'>I am not much of a football fan. In fact I don't think I have ever sat through an entire game, start to finish. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHfyzRci7I/AAAAAAAABiQ/tW0syPthRqY/s1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHfyzRci7I/AAAAAAAABiQ/tW0syPthRqY/s400/me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571480277883849650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I do love me a good party. I love being with my friends and gathering to celebrate. I am not one who needs a reason to gather, but when there is one, I have a group that pulls together, and we never fail to have a good time.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHge_JHpmI/AAAAAAAABi4/rYI-2JE77rY/s1600/DSCN6383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHge_JHpmI/AAAAAAAABi4/rYI-2JE77rY/s400/DSCN6383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571481036984395362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHgeuQ70EI/AAAAAAAABiw/O_9JxKlJML4/s1600/DSCN6395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHgeuQ70EI/AAAAAAAABiw/O_9JxKlJML4/s400/DSCN6395.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571481032453771330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHgeKFCN7I/AAAAAAAABio/PoN6gAWb4Nk/s1600/DSCN6401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHgeKFCN7I/AAAAAAAABio/PoN6gAWb4Nk/s400/DSCN6401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571481022740182962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHgdmdZBmI/AAAAAAAABig/PmBhUEqjGAE/s1600/DSCN6404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHgdmdZBmI/AAAAAAAABig/PmBhUEqjGAE/s400/DSCN6404.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571481013178664546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHgdVUJTGI/AAAAAAAABiY/0jRbzyBXABI/s1600/DSCN6397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHgdVUJTGI/AAAAAAAABiY/0jRbzyBXABI/s400/DSCN6397.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571481008576482402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,when one of our "people" is from Wisconsin, and the Packers are in the LXV Super Bowl, it is a whole new kind of gathering! Nick LOVES the Packers, and the love couldn't have been anything but contagious! And for the first time ever, I watched an ENTIRE football game, start to finish...Honestly...I. LOVED. IT!!!! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHkbQ4JS8I/AAAAAAAABjg/IWzgc37pqZo/s1600/DSCN6379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHkbQ4JS8I/AAAAAAAABjg/IWzgc37pqZo/s400/DSCN6379.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571485371072072642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHkbE8fJiI/AAAAAAAABjY/m56yZX_Hji8/s1600/DSCN6386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHkbE8fJiI/AAAAAAAABjY/m56yZX_Hji8/s400/DSCN6386.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571485367869056546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHka59oXKI/AAAAAAAABjQ/4TYmCwdrjz4/s1600/DSCN6393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHka59oXKI/AAAAAAAABjQ/4TYmCwdrjz4/s400/DSCN6393.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571485364921064610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHkaprECFI/AAAAAAAABjI/BnvFtGZNjYQ/s1600/IMG00122-20110206-1508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHkaprECFI/AAAAAAAABjI/BnvFtGZNjYQ/s400/IMG00122-20110206-1508.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571485360548218962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHkaMB0bMI/AAAAAAAABjA/y6jAt0Vkzc4/s1600/IMG00133-20110206-1538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHkaMB0bMI/AAAAAAAABjA/y6jAt0Vkzc4/s400/IMG00133-20110206-1538.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571485352590601410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The half time show was SO fun. I know the singing may have been off, but as far as entertainment goes, I think The Black Eye Peas, Slash, and Usher, did not fail when it came to entertainment. I was so excited and thoroughly enjoyed this years show.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHmZ-hqT9I/AAAAAAAABj4/ll2NPzp01O8/s1600/IMG00137-20110206-1819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHmZ-hqT9I/AAAAAAAABj4/ll2NPzp01O8/s400/IMG00137-20110206-1819.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571487547989315538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHmZksbZqI/AAAAAAAABjw/eus1ln4fNxI/s1600/IMG00141-20110206-1820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHmZksbZqI/AAAAAAAABjw/eus1ln4fNxI/s400/IMG00141-20110206-1820.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571487541055153826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHmZCnDl7I/AAAAAAAABjo/Mjxunb0zl_E/s1600/IMG00145-20110206-1821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHmZCnDl7I/AAAAAAAABjo/Mjxunb0zl_E/s400/IMG00145-20110206-1821.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571487531905816498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Packers won, it was bad ass! That is the only way I can describe the excitement in the party. There was roars, loves, and cheers! It was so fun and EXACTLY what the crowd was hoping for. The game was close and both teams played well, but we are thrilled the Greenbay Packers won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHpEbxiEaI/AAAAAAAABkg/Xu6d8Nl896c/s1600/DSCN6403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHpEbxiEaI/AAAAAAAABkg/Xu6d8Nl896c/s400/DSCN6403.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571490476418273698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHpD9jYgDI/AAAAAAAABkY/O7qPGSaMLZU/s1600/DSCN6402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHpD9jYgDI/AAAAAAAABkY/O7qPGSaMLZU/s400/DSCN6402.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571490468305862706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHpDp_qKWI/AAAAAAAABkQ/Nhffl4JYYdE/s1600/DSCN6409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHpDp_qKWI/AAAAAAAABkQ/Nhffl4JYYdE/s400/DSCN6409.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571490463055751522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHpDRSnJWI/AAAAAAAABkI/LcKYOhHbEl8/s1600/DSCN6410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHpDRSnJWI/AAAAAAAABkI/LcKYOhHbEl8/s400/DSCN6410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571490456424359266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHpC7VpVJI/AAAAAAAABkA/LKhEeWvkbDE/s1600/DSCN6411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHpC7VpVJI/AAAAAAAABkA/LKhEeWvkbDE/s400/DSCN6411.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571490450531505298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a &lt;strong&gt;GREAT&lt;/strong&gt; game with &lt;strong&gt;AMAZING&lt;/strong&gt; friends! In fact, if every football game was that exciting, I might just become a real fan! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHqcfKJhFI/AAAAAAAABko/HYpBmZkHfeg/s1600/IMG00149-20110206-2018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHqcfKJhFI/AAAAAAAABko/HYpBmZkHfeg/s400/IMG00149-20110206-2018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571491989155316818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good game Greenbay!!!....GOOD GAME!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-2660539140292473202?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2660539140292473202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/go-pack-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/2660539140292473202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/2660539140292473202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/go-pack-go.html' title='Go Pack Go!!!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHfyzRci7I/AAAAAAAABiQ/tW0syPthRqY/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-6211975295693668055</id><published>2011-02-06T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T11:31:07.592-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carter'/><title type='text'>Fish Heaven</title><content type='html'>I have gone to write this post a half a dozen times and then always get side tracked. Then I think, well it happened awhile ago, so maybe just let it go. BUT, everytime I think about this little story,I smile, and it is one I want to always remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...Here it is...Our tale of "FISH HEAVEN"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Carter's second birthday, one of my dearest friends Kenzi, bought Carter a male beta fish. He was blue and Kenzi provided the bowl and the food. I fought this little animal for weeks before, but also knew there would be a fish joining Our Lil Adams Family fairly soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter decided to name the fish "Dorothy," because that is Elmo's fish name and Carter loveds Elmo. So, our male beta was named Dorothy. I will be honest, I had very little to do with the caring of Dorothy. Carter and Dustin fed him every day and every night Carter told Dorothy good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we moved into our new house, Dorothy made the transition smoothly and all was well...until Dustin had to clean the fish bowl. Dustin did his normal cleaning, put Dorothy back, and after a few minutes Dorothy wasn't doing so hot. A little while later Carter comes in and says, "Mommy, Dorothy belly showing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, fish can't survive water softener water...Oops!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Dorothy died. Dustin wanted to dig a hole and bury him outside, but I told him no...we were going to flush Dorothy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started to explain to Carter, "Fish Heaven." We explained that Dorothy had died so she could go to the biggest ocean ever. We told him that Dorothy would have so many friends and that in order for him to get to fish heaven, we had to flush him down the potty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went upstairs with Dorothys bowl, gathered around the porcelain god, and had a few nice words. We thanked him for being our first family pet, and told him how much he was loved by our Little Man. We then told Carter it was time to put Dorothy in the toilet and flush him down the potty. And that is exactly what Carter did. As Dorothy was being flushed Carter waved goodbye, and then closed the lid. He then immediately opened the lid back up and said, "Mom! Me go get my fishing pole and catch Dorothy now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burst out laughing but then tried to explain that we could not catch Dorothy, that she was now in fish heaven, and fishing poles were not aloud in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, we went to the store and bought two more fish. Bert and Ernie. However, Ernie didn't survive 48 hours, so we were quick to send him to "fish heaven" so he could be with Dorothy. Carter wasn't so sad about Ernie and flushed him quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter continued to ask about Dorothy, and I would just simply ask back, "Where is Dorothy?" He always would say, "Dorty in fish heaven." So fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin and Carter have now developed a love for fish. We now have a large tank with Bert, Zoe, Abbey, Donovan, the 5 for $5 fish, and 2 ribbit frogs. It is actually nice to have a tank and hear the water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-6211975295693668055?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6211975295693668055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/fish-heaven.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/6211975295693668055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/6211975295693668055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/fish-heaven.html' title='Fish Heaven'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-4824447935134696800</id><published>2011-02-03T17:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T18:17:11.725-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Not A Lot</title><content type='html'>I feel like it has been forever since I blogged, and there are just a few things I want to write down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, my big sister turned the big 30 this past weekend. I told her I was glad she was there first. It is probably the first time EVER I am not sad that she is older than me. When we were younger anytime she hit a mile stone, I couldn't wait to get there. Now, from 28 to 30...well that time can go as slow as it wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my baby sister, the youngest of all, turns the big 23! It is so crazy to think she is at this age! I feel like she should still be my 8 year old Smurf! How is it possible that she is now so grown up. What's even more weird, is when I was her age I was MARRIED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago today Dustin and I finalized our adoption. Truly such a great day and one I hold very close to my heart. It was such an emotional day and one I will cling to and relive for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter has started struggling with going to bed and then staying in his bed. The other night we had to put him into bed 11 times! It got down to "your turn mommy!" "Your turn daddy!" If anyone has tips on how to get the small child to stay in bed, feel free to share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, we just continue to "Live the Dream!" It is pretty good most the time and we are grateful for where we are these days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-4824447935134696800?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4824447935134696800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/not-lot.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/4824447935134696800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/4824447935134696800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/not-lot.html' title='Not A Lot'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-5920347695545841527</id><published>2011-01-23T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T16:22:52.529-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Right Here, Right Now</title><content type='html'>I can't help but feel like things have been good. I am sure it may be repetitive, but I just have this desire to write this down again, because I want to always remember the moments when I feel this good in points of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin, Carter, and I were out shopping today and I had to stop and tell my husband just how good I think things arem and that I truly feel VERY happy. A year ago from right now, I was in a pretty dark place. I had a lot of doubts about a lot of big things, and it could have been a possibility for me to just walk away from where I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about it a lot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I considered things I hadn't considered in a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. WAS. LOST.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year later, things are right where they are supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE our home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though buying a new car was not in the plans for 2011, we have recently purchased a 2005 Nissan X-Terra, and we REALLY like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went out shopping to spend some Christmas gift cards and it made me even more excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought our sleeping bags for our camping trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our "WELCOME" mats for the front door and back door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought planter holders for our patio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, before it all began we had breakfast with Art, Nathan, David, and Brad. Really, a Sunday just doesn't get better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for it all. I am so happy Dustin and I are right here, together, right now! It is such an amazing feeling for me to know that things are settled and we really are good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-5920347695545841527?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5920347695545841527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/right-here-right-now.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/5920347695545841527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/5920347695545841527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/right-here-right-now.html' title='Right Here, Right Now'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-6261501651449916633</id><published>2011-01-23T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T16:03:39.917-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dustin'/><title type='text'>Fuzz Turns 33!</title><content type='html'>On Friday, my sweet husband turned the big 33. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been sick for about the last ten days, so we debated on continuing the party or not. But, knowing the group that was coming, we decided we better continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...we celebrated his birthday the only way we know how...WITH OUR PEOPLE!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TTzBiMaiJrI/AAAAAAAABg0/LHb-UO02Sx4/s1600/nick%2Band%2Blindsey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TTzBiMaiJrI/AAAAAAAABg0/LHb-UO02Sx4/s400/nick%2Band%2Blindsey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565536032715318962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TTzAtP0IDKI/AAAAAAAABgs/BS-gGBzONTE/s1600/group%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TTzAtP0IDKI/AAAAAAAABgs/BS-gGBzONTE/s400/group%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565535123094899874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had friends come to our house and we all hung out. I was a little late for because I had to go pick up Art from downtown, and I won't mention that it took me 15minutes of driving one block to find him....ridiculous! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TTzAsnTqYPI/AAAAAAAABgk/bbRh104Zf84/s1600/group%2B10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TTzAsnTqYPI/AAAAAAAABgk/bbRh104Zf84/s400/group%2B10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565535112221319410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art and I then had to run to the grocery store for last minute things, and low and behold as we were walking out the door the Mastricola's were walking in! The reason why this is such a BIG deal...they said they weren't going to come and I was heartbroken. So, they said..."Don't leave, we're going to follow you!" HOORAY!!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TTzAsb3r44I/AAAAAAAABgc/YjlU20QtzFI/s1600/me%2Band%2Bheather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TTzAsb3r44I/AAAAAAAABgc/YjlU20QtzFI/s400/me%2Band%2Bheather.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565535109151187842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got home the fun began! Stacy, Brian, Shane, Hailey, Griffin, Bradley, Nathan, Arthur, Eva, Corey, Nekeita, Paige, Chris, Katie, Arturo, John, and friend, all ended up coming at some point throughout the night. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TTzAsDQDB7I/AAAAAAAABgU/Zz-waKHi5KM/s1600/nick%2B7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TTzAsDQDB7I/AAAAAAAABgU/Zz-waKHi5KM/s400/nick%2B7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565535102542481330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside was gorgeous, so once again we had the fire pit going, the music playing, and best of all the company laughing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TTzAr0UugxI/AAAAAAAABgM/THNMbh7y840/s1600/nick%2B10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TTzAr0UugxI/AAAAAAAABgM/THNMbh7y840/s400/nick%2B10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565535098535576338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the evening together and ended the night around 2:00 am. We all had a great night and are so grateful for all who attended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**All photos are from previous gatherings. I was to occupied and didn't get the camera out...Ooops!***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-6261501651449916633?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6261501651449916633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/fuzz-turns-33.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/6261501651449916633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/6261501651449916633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/fuzz-turns-33.html' title='Fuzz Turns 33!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TTzBiMaiJrI/AAAAAAAABg0/LHb-UO02Sx4/s72-c/nick%2Band%2Blindsey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-1841126781657326502</id><published>2011-01-18T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T16:14:22.887-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>The First Of What I'm Sure Will Be Millions</title><content type='html'>Over Martin Luther King weekend, I decided to try something we have not done before. It was the first, but I can gaurantee it was not the last!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHX0YMtDXI/AAAAAAAABhA/wQFeV5UV-nQ/s1600/DSCN6320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHX0YMtDXI/AAAAAAAABhA/wQFeV5UV-nQ/s400/DSCN6320.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571471508882918770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day cleaning to make sure it would be milk free for my nephew. I cooked, went grocery shopping, and made sure we would have treats for three small children to have a sleep over at our house!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHYWJmoaeI/AAAAAAAABhY/GOKSPVGNAXM/s1600/DSCN6324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHYWJmoaeI/AAAAAAAABhY/GOKSPVGNAXM/s400/DSCN6324.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571472089080687074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHYV0MdO8I/AAAAAAAABhQ/OIdr2B26WGM/s1600/DSCN6322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHYV0MdO8I/AAAAAAAABhQ/OIdr2B26WGM/s400/DSCN6322.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571472083333757890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHYVqvQ6wI/AAAAAAAABhI/ep40LPMhDkk/s1600/DSCN6321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHYVqvQ6wI/AAAAAAAABhI/ep40LPMhDkk/s400/DSCN6321.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571472080795396866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had olives as a snack, spaghetti for dinner, and OF COURSE we had to have sugar cookies! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHZkwV8VlI/AAAAAAAABhg/apIJoJk-mHs/s1600/DSCN6303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHZkwV8VlI/AAAAAAAABhg/apIJoJk-mHs/s400/DSCN6303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571473439509468754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHZlKrdE0I/AAAAAAAABho/8sS8dGCm2uk/s1600/DSCN6328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHZlKrdE0I/AAAAAAAABho/8sS8dGCm2uk/s400/DSCN6328.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571473446579016514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHZlZztaSI/AAAAAAAABhw/hjCQUyYvyIs/s1600/DSCN6327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHZlZztaSI/AAAAAAAABhw/hjCQUyYvyIs/s400/DSCN6327.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571473450640173346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the kids had time to play, we got them in their pajamas and turned on "The Princess and The Frog." They enjoyed the movie, one anothers company, and a bowl of popcorn. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHa7M-5NBI/AAAAAAAABh4/cE3c2sC0P6Y/s1600/DSCN6315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHa7M-5NBI/AAAAAAAABh4/cE3c2sC0P6Y/s400/DSCN6315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571474924666172434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHa7_gx5HI/AAAAAAAABiI/8g-fe-F5m0I/s1600/DSCN6340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHa7_gx5HI/AAAAAAAABiI/8g-fe-F5m0I/s400/DSCN6340.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571474938230072434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHa7lYYXvI/AAAAAAAABiA/rDgbCGwA2g4/s1600/DSCN6335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHa7lYYXvI/AAAAAAAABiA/rDgbCGwA2g4/s400/DSCN6335.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571474931215523570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be a success and we look forward to hosting another one. I even had the kids bathed and dressed when Stac came and picked them up. I think she was shocked!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-1841126781657326502?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1841126781657326502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-of-what-im-sure-will-be-millions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/1841126781657326502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/1841126781657326502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-of-what-im-sure-will-be-millions.html' title='The First Of What I&apos;m Sure Will Be Millions'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TVHX0YMtDXI/AAAAAAAABhA/wQFeV5UV-nQ/s72-c/DSCN6320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-8835107020671639825</id><published>2011-01-12T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T20:33:42.070-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lindsey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Time To ReVamp</title><content type='html'>If you have been one of my blog readers for the past year, you will know I lost my pregnancy a year ago this past week. Right after my miscarriage, I got back on my HCG diet immediately to try to get some of the weight I had gained back off. I did one round and then decided to wait until the summer was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then it was fall and I couldn't bring myself to start back up. Somewhere in the middle of the summer I got off all my meds and wouldn't refill them. I swore I would when school started. Then it became to close to the holidays to start, and the excuses go on and on. I could see negative effects in my body and myself, but I wouldn't go to my doctor, I wouldn't do anything. I am finally able to admit to why, and now the repercussions of this are back and on my plate to deal with...AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of thoughts that the reason my pregnancy ended was due to the medication I was taking prior to me finding out I was pregnant. One was not a healthy medication to be on during pregnancy and I cannot help but wonder if that is what caused my miscarriage. So, I stopped taking it, even after I lost the baby. I got back on for a few months,but when it was up, I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know these meds help a great deal with my poly cystic ovarian syndrome and my thyroid. But I am finally going to admit, the reason why I haven't been taking them is because I was hoping to get pregnant, and didn't want to have to question if I were to lose another pregnancy that it was due to my meds. So, I stopped. Not smart. Not under medical advice. I did it by myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I have not gotten pregnant. But what has happened, is I have royally screwed up my body, I think. I have gained a lot of the weight I had lost back, my body isn't as healthy as it was, and I am sick about it. I know I did it to myself, and I should know better. So, now I have the repercussions of my decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow, I am going to try to call my doctor. I am going to try to get an appointment for as soon as I can. I am going to have to face her, much heavier than I was, and I am going to have to explain myself. I am not looking forward to that. But, I am going to start taking my meds and not worry about getting pregnant. I have accepted not being able to conceive a child before and I will again. I have a beautiful 2 year old Little Man who needs a healthy mom. He is here now and ready for me in full strides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started the gym. I will begin my meds. I will stop drinking diet coke. And I will seriously consider a few more rounds of HCG. Summer is 5 months away, and I am ready to kick its ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is to no more excuses and no more pity! Here is to a happier, healthier me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-8835107020671639825?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8835107020671639825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/time-to-revamp.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/8835107020671639825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/8835107020671639825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/time-to-revamp.html' title='Time To ReVamp'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-7724172553173835978</id><published>2011-01-04T11:44:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T14:35:45.799-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>2011 Starts With A Bang!</title><content type='html'>Sunday evening Dustin had decided he wanted to go to the desert and do some shooting. I am usually quick to protest, especially when it is cold and dark, but that is when he prefers to go. So, I half-heartedly protested, he went, and the night went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis found us a Christmas tree, prelit and all, on sale at Smiths for $25!!! So she got it for us, but due to their car being backed into on Christmas day, they were in a rental, and I needed to go get the tree sooner then later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 6:15 I headed to my mom's and at about 6:30 my cell phone rang...FUZZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation goes something like this...&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Fuzzy!"..."Hi Babe!"&lt;br /&gt;"What ya doin'?" "I was just drivin' home."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah? Did you have fun?" "I did, but I have to tell you something."&lt;br /&gt;"hmmm....okay?" "I clipped a deer."&lt;br /&gt;"You what!?!" "I hit a deer."&lt;br /&gt;"Ah...ummmm is the car driveable?" "Probably not. Also, my phone just beeped at me and its dying."&lt;br /&gt;"Of course it is. Do you have your charger?" "No."&lt;br /&gt;"Right...where are you?" "Out by Saratoga Springs."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, but where?" "I don't know, I will have to text you, but please don't call me anymore, or my phone will die. I have to go! I love you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yep! Tears! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was right there and hugged me, I went into the house to explain the situation, say bye to Carter, and Garry thankfully agreed to take me. He had an idea. Dustin and I text a few times and he was luckily able to nurse the car to a gas station. Throughout the texts, it dawns on me I didn't ask him if he was hurt, luckily he wasn't. I also then asked if the car was totalled and he told me he was pretty sure it was. AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Garry and I got there the car was pretty smushed. The radiator was leaking, the power steering was out, the hood was crunched, fender broken, quarter panel squished, dent in passenger door. And the list goes on...yep, probably totalled!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TSOgsWXox0I/AAAAAAAABfc/wPMzxz1pZnY/s1600/car.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TSOgsWXox0I/AAAAAAAABfc/wPMzxz1pZnY/s400/car.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558463048884733762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we drove home and I was pretty quick to call it a night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we learned the car is totalled and now we are just waiting to see what the payoff amount will be and then moving on. I guess we will also be purchasing a vehicle here soon. Not anything NEAR what I thought we would be doing, but in the big picture it is just a car and the only thing injured was the deer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-7724172553173835978?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7724172553173835978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-starts-with-bang.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/7724172553173835978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/7724172553173835978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-starts-with-bang.html' title='2011 Starts With A Bang!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TSOgsWXox0I/AAAAAAAABfc/wPMzxz1pZnY/s72-c/car.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-2261825453202373963</id><published>2011-01-04T11:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T15:38:37.736-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>New Years day was well welcomed. We were excited to be beginning a new year, and decided that it was fun to end a year with a party, so why not start a new year with...ANOTHER PARTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TTy7asuMOUI/AAAAAAAABgE/fB04QMU8cQE/s1600/Art%252C%2BHeather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TTy7asuMOUI/AAAAAAAABgE/fB04QMU8cQE/s400/Art%252C%2BHeather.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565529306878982466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the adult party and we had a blast. Dustin and I hosted the New Year party and our house did not fail. We were able to get our fire pit out and running. We got the speakers fixed and working. The food was perfect for snacking. And the company....JUST COULDN'T HAVE BEEN BETTER!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TTy7aRvEvdI/AAAAAAAABf8/PevUskKUAYk/s1600/Fuz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TTy7aRvEvdI/AAAAAAAABf8/PevUskKUAYk/s400/Fuz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565529299634929106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed and laughed and laughed all night long. We played 10,000 (which is a dice game) and it was a ton of fun! We had Nathan, Bradley, Nick, Heather, Nekeita, Corey, and Art over and it was so nice. We cheered, we talked, we danced, we played, we sat outside and we soaked it all in. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TTy7aOKZdQI/AAAAAAAABf0/AjXyFJQUjCI/s1600/nathan%2Band%2Bbrad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TTy7aOKZdQI/AAAAAAAABf0/AjXyFJQUjCI/s400/nathan%2Band%2Bbrad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565529298675791106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TTy7Z9EkT5I/AAAAAAAABfs/aYngBouswNs/s1600/Nikeita%2Band%2BCorey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TTy7Z9EkT5I/AAAAAAAABfs/aYngBouswNs/s400/Nikeita%2Band%2BCorey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565529294087933842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TTy7ZlweC1I/AAAAAAAABfk/Me7wGh1Yl6U/s1600/the%2Bboys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TTy7ZlweC1I/AAAAAAAABfk/Me7wGh1Yl6U/s400/the%2Bboys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565529287829621586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It truly was the ABSOLUTE right way to spend 2011's first night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-2261825453202373963?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2261825453202373963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/2261825453202373963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/2261825453202373963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TTy7asuMOUI/AAAAAAAABgE/fB04QMU8cQE/s72-c/Art%252C%2BHeather.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-3317306377489421087</id><published>2010-12-31T12:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T14:04:29.935-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>525,600 Minutes...How do you Measure A Year?</title><content type='html'>Last year I did a year in review as my final post, and I thought that was the perfect way to end the year. I turn my blog into a book, and I think a final glimpse of the year is a nice way to end my book. So, I decided to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*January 6th started off the new year a little rough when I lost my pregnancy. It was extremely exhausting both mentally and physically. I still grieve the loss of my pregnancy but am doing much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In March, Stacy and I loaded up the children and went to California for five days. We spent the time with Jocelyn and Chris. We played outside a lot and enjoyed a day in Santa Monica. The ocean is truly one of my favorite places to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The end of March Dustin and I were robbed and many personal things were taken from us. It was very disheartening and frustrating to deal with at the time, but we were able to refoot, and keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In June Aunt Tammy let us have her condo for a week in Bear Lake. Carter and I spent the whole week up there. It was rainy for most of the week, but it was so nice to be away and near the water. Dustin was able to join us for a few days and then my mom, grandma, and sisters came up to visit as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We spent quite a bit of time boating this past summer with the Beazer's. There were some amazing falls, great rides, and a lot of laughs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In July we went camping for 3 days at East Canyon. The spot was close to others, which was a negative, but we were right on the water and the company was great! There were lots of laughs, and still a night so many of us talk about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In August we went camping with the Beazers up by Bear Lake. We spent 3 days there and loved it! We found an amazing campground, that was free and beautiful. We spent time down at the lake and enjoyed a ginormeous pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We celebrated Carter's 2nd birthday again at Nathan's this year. We had around 70 people come and go. We had the big water slide, cake, presents, and after a little bbq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dustin and I celebrated being married for five years in August. It is crazy to think we have been married that long. Time flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The last week of October we decided to see what we could be preapproved for on a house. We weren't overly serious, but thought we might as well find out where we stand in case we found something we liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The first week of November, while going through the MRL's that our realtor sent us, I saw a house that I loved! It was the only one I five starred, but thought for sure it was mispriced. Later that week, Dustin and I made an offer on that exact home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*December 8th we closed on our house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*December 12th we moved in to our very FIRST home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*December 23rd Dustin's biological father, his wife, and Dustin's half brother flew into Salt Lake. We were all able to meet and spend a short afternoon together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*May-October Dustin went through supervisor training. He was only supposed to be trained for 3 months, but after one week back in the food court, they pulled him back out to front end supervisor for another three months. We are praying when a position opens, he will get it. He really enjoyed working up front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Late September we went camping with Dad, Kel, and the Hansen's. I was almost died by a side swipe with a moose, I fell out of our trailer due to my darling husband forgetting to put down the stabilizers, my dad and I spent some time fishing, and we all froze the first night. It was a great camping trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*August 9 I had a ganglion cyst removed from my left hand. The surgeon said it was one of the biggest cysts he had seen on a hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*November 22nd my dad went in for a pancreatic treatment, and ended up needing two stents put into his heart. He is doing much better and we are ever so grateful the doctors did more testing and were able to determine the need for his heart. It could have easily been a different situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In the world a lot of events happened. There was a MASSIVE earthquake in Haiti. We had multiple earthquakes around the world. There was the largest oil spill in history in the Gulf Of Mexico. Chilean miners were rescued from a collapsed mine by a capsule. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all 2010 was quite a year. We had a lot of ups and downs, but managed to enjoy our year for the most part. I am not necessarily sad to see the year go, but am very grateful for all it brought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I find myself humbled and grateful to every person we have shared this year with. I am so lucky to have the family and friends in our life who share all these moments with us. I am blessed to be able to call upon our support system, and have people to make memories with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is to the end of 2010, and the beginning of 2011! HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-3317306377489421087?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3317306377489421087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/525600-minuteshow-do-you-measure-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/3317306377489421087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/3317306377489421087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/525600-minuteshow-do-you-measure-year.html' title='525,600 Minutes...How do you Measure A Year?'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-185479779264683988</id><published>2010-12-31T12:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T13:16:31.971-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>New Years Eve 2010</title><content type='html'>This was a very fun New Years Eve for Our Lil Adams Family. It took FOREVER to decide what we were going to do, and plans changed frequently. However, about 4:30 pm we finally decided to go to the Mastricola's and have a kid party.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TSDpO3ff-8I/AAAAAAAABeM/iy9YBmN11us/s1600/DSCN6226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TSDpO3ff-8I/AAAAAAAABeM/iy9YBmN11us/s400/DSCN6226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557698381798702018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TSDpOp35jqI/AAAAAAAABeE/DVfbxsBkcwA/s1600/DSCN6227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TSDpOp35jqI/AAAAAAAABeE/DVfbxsBkcwA/s400/DSCN6227.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557698378142944930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived about 8:30 and visited with our cronies. We just munched on snacks and caught up. Carter quickly adapted to the kids and was off with them. He had a good time playing with his friends, and watch little cars go around a track, fish on the wii, and play with balls. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TSDpOTxI7eI/AAAAAAAABd8/mti07_1JfLU/s1600/DSCN6231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TSDpOTxI7eI/AAAAAAAABd8/mti07_1JfLU/s400/DSCN6231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557698372209012194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TSDpN8i0fsI/AAAAAAAABd0/Arhb59nZY_I/s1600/DSCN6232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TSDpN8i0fsI/AAAAAAAABd0/Arhb59nZY_I/s400/DSCN6232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557698365974937282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TSDpNs-pX4I/AAAAAAAABds/qX7dbToQAzE/s1600/DSCN6236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TSDpNs-pX4I/AAAAAAAABds/qX7dbToQAzE/s400/DSCN6236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557698361796681602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls were doing make-overs and made so many of us pretty! They got my cheeks INCREDIBLY rosey, but they had fun. Dustin was even a good sport and let the girls do his make-up as well. They made sure all of us got moles! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TSDp4OVmK5I/AAAAAAAABes/JyS3k6Yg8KA/s1600/DSCN6242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TSDp4OVmK5I/AAAAAAAABes/JyS3k6Yg8KA/s400/DSCN6242.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557699092305816466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TSDp3sGSV7I/AAAAAAAABek/g3IJ_bx5ZlM/s1600/DSCN6245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TSDp3sGSV7I/AAAAAAAABek/g3IJ_bx5ZlM/s400/DSCN6245.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557699083114796978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TSDp2qir57I/AAAAAAAABec/jFg1gBBu_Lc/s1600/DSCN6251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TSDp2qir57I/AAAAAAAABec/jFg1gBBu_Lc/s400/DSCN6251.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557699065517172658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TSDp2AXP0TI/AAAAAAAABeU/OW2hBJtUbIM/s1600/DSCN6254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TSDp2AXP0TI/AAAAAAAABeU/OW2hBJtUbIM/s400/DSCN6254.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557699054194905394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the New Year came in, we all vowed to have a good year, and if there was something we wanted to do, we weren't going to talk about it, we were going to do it. After the New Year came, the girls put on a performance for the grown-ups and danced. It was darling! The evening ended with many dancing!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TSDqe4ddW9I/AAAAAAAABfU/jfaoTThmJf0/s1600/DSCN6262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TSDqe4ddW9I/AAAAAAAABfU/jfaoTThmJf0/s400/DSCN6262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557699756448111570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TSDqebVLliI/AAAAAAAABfM/Iea6-gwGoEo/s1600/DSCN6263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TSDqebVLliI/AAAAAAAABfM/Iea6-gwGoEo/s400/DSCN6263.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557699748628764194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TSDqd0q0y8I/AAAAAAAABfE/o3POzyTob4Y/s1600/DSCN6280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TSDqd0q0y8I/AAAAAAAABfE/o3POzyTob4Y/s400/DSCN6280.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557699738250562498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TSDqdra8HaI/AAAAAAAABe8/kzD0KXJ2tvU/s1600/DSCN6284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TSDqdra8HaI/AAAAAAAABe8/kzD0KXJ2tvU/s400/DSCN6284.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557699735768014242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TSDqdN_cKZI/AAAAAAAABe0/ckL0WaYgR7s/s1600/DSCN6296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TSDqdN_cKZI/AAAAAAAABe0/ckL0WaYgR7s/s400/DSCN6296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557699727868045714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally called it a night at 2:30. We loved spending time with our friends and are looking forward to the new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-185479779264683988?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/185479779264683988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-years-eve-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/185479779264683988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/185479779264683988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-years-eve-2010.html' title='New Years Eve 2010'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TSDpO3ff-8I/AAAAAAAABeM/iy9YBmN11us/s72-c/DSCN6226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-334157177854076563</id><published>2010-12-31T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T12:40:43.932-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carter'/><title type='text'>Tubby Time</title><content type='html'>Carter is really starting to love baths. We have always been much more of a shower family, but with him getting older, he is loving the time playing in the water.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TR4_iqmEumI/AAAAAAAABdk/yATt_kGydkE/s1600/tubby%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TR4_iqmEumI/AAAAAAAABdk/yATt_kGydkE/s400/tubby%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556948855003855458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day he was in the shower all by himself for the first time. I ran downstairs to grab a diaper, and when I went back in I said, "You ready to get out?" And as I was opening the shower curtain, he replied, "hold on mom, I am not ready yet." And I looked in, and with his little hands behind his back, and eyes closed, he was soaking up the shower.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TR4_iZFa-XI/AAAAAAAABdc/19XiiLmzVOc/s1600/tubby%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TR4_iZFa-XI/AAAAAAAABdc/19XiiLmzVOc/s400/tubby%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556948850303498610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he decided he wanted a bath. So, I got the tubby all ready, put in the bubbles, and he wanted to bring in Buzz. He was so fun in the tub and loved playing. He said, "Look mom, I fine swimming!"&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TR4_iLMDKvI/AAAAAAAABdU/ZxEpizKny1A/s1600/tubby%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TR4_iLMDKvI/AAAAAAAABdU/ZxEpizKny1A/s400/tubby%2B3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556948846573202162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. LOVE. OUR. LITTLE. MAN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-334157177854076563?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/334157177854076563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/tubby-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/334157177854076563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/334157177854076563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/tubby-time.html' title='Tubby Time'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TR4_iqmEumI/AAAAAAAABdk/yATt_kGydkE/s72-c/tubby%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-6304370412562724829</id><published>2010-12-30T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T20:20:53.363-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lindsey'/><title type='text'>It Doesn't Look Hard</title><content type='html'>I am going gray! That is all there is to it. I am no longer brunette, I am salt and pepper. I am no longer one who has brown hair, as much as I am being striped. I dye my hair and at this point in my life, I can't even hide the evidence of going gray anymore. So...what do I do...I continue to try my hardest to cover it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jocelyn used to dye my hair frequently, but with her living out of state, I have paid small fortunes the last few times for a dye and cut. Well, with buying a house the money is tight and Joc was in town. So, I finally asked her if we could dye my hair. She of course said, "yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were sitting there talking, she stated that she wanted to try cutting someone's hair. See, she works for a hair stylist in Del Rio, TX and has been watching her cut for 10-12 hours five days a week and felt like she could do it. Joc has always had an eye for that kind of stuff, so I told her she could try it on mine. I hadn't had my hair cut for a long time, and really could use a trim, and figured if it went bad, I could pay for it to get fixed, but if it went well, I would save over $100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Tuesday afternoon, Joc and I made a trip to Sally's bought our hair dye and scissors and went home. I won't lie, we were both very nervous, but went ahead with our game plan. A LONG three hours later, we were straightening my hair. Much to my surprise it turned out GREAT! I would have Joc cut my hair again ANYTIME!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TR1aDclH7mI/AAAAAAAABdM/RbHOES_T2zg/s1600/hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TR1aDclH7mI/AAAAAAAABdM/RbHOES_T2zg/s400/hair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556696530503069282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only down fall...Not all the gray disappeared! BOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-6304370412562724829?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6304370412562724829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-doesnt-look-hard.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/6304370412562724829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/6304370412562724829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-doesnt-look-hard.html' title='It Doesn&apos;t Look Hard'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TR1aDclH7mI/AAAAAAAABdM/RbHOES_T2zg/s72-c/hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-3293038000762652893</id><published>2010-12-28T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T21:45:14.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day After Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas this year was truly four days long. We were able to spread it out quite a bit, which turned out to be really nice because we were able to spend some serious time with everyone instead of running around all day long trying to spend an hour or two at the most with all the different families.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRrHQHOPCaI/AAAAAAAABcc/_F5CVBmijy4/s1600/DSCN6153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRrHQHOPCaI/AAAAAAAABcc/_F5CVBmijy4/s400/DSCN6153.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555972169945516450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after Christmas, we decided we needed to go and see Papa Lynn. We had not seen him yet this holiday season and wanted to make sure we were able to spend some quality time with him.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRrHP74tzeI/AAAAAAAABcU/EBkxPzUzsmg/s1600/DSCN6154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRrHP74tzeI/AAAAAAAABcU/EBkxPzUzsmg/s400/DSCN6154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555972166902468066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRrHPh_DMdI/AAAAAAAABcM/qQSmVfckyog/s1600/DSCN6155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRrHPh_DMdI/AAAAAAAABcM/qQSmVfckyog/s400/DSCN6155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555972159949713874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three girls and our families and dad and Kel headed north Sunday morning, and spent a little over two hours up there. We were able to open some presents, which were different items that had been my grandmothers, which truly touched each of us girls. We then had pizza and just socialized. Brian showed Papa Lynn an Ipad and Papa Lynn was in heaven. I then thought it would be cool to get a picture of Papa Lynn, Dad, his 3 girls, and then the 3 grandkids. Turned out to be a very cool picture.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRrHPdsrzhI/AAAAAAAABcE/Id402hlYdEk/s1600/DSCN6159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRrHPdsrzhI/AAAAAAAABcE/Id402hlYdEk/s400/DSCN6159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555972158798941714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRrHPJTWTpI/AAAAAAAABb8/lYYCNhfzE0s/s1600/DSCN6166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRrHPJTWTpI/AAAAAAAABb8/lYYCNhfzE0s/s400/DSCN6166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555972153323966098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow was falling fairly heavily, so we had to leave due to another Christmas party on mom's side. It was Grandma's anual Christmas party and it was insanely crazy, but so much fun. There are some family members I see only at Christmas and it is fun to catch up. However, with all the kids it was CRAZY BUSY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRrJ_P9rXoI/AAAAAAAABdE/tJdGer2fvmQ/s1600/DSCN6174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRrJ_P9rXoI/AAAAAAAABdE/tJdGer2fvmQ/s400/DSCN6174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555975178769096322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was sitting there eating, I decided it would be very cool to have a picture of my grandma, the kids of hers that were there, all of the grandkids there, and then the great-grandkisd. So...I spoke to Aunt Beth, and she helped me get it all togheter. It turned out much better than I hoped, and a picture we will treasure forever!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRrJ-Rt9KVI/AAAAAAAABcs/hnEoena70J4/s1600/DSCN6182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRrJ-Rt9KVI/AAAAAAAABcs/hnEoena70J4/s400/DSCN6182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555975162060155218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then had a White Elephant gift and I was number 1...Bummer! We also picked two names of all the adults there to plan for next year, and guess who's name was picked! Yep...mine! LAME!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRrJ-jYlXMI/AAAAAAAABc0/LibZEC7GQ9U/s1600/DSCN6189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRrJ-jYlXMI/AAAAAAAABc0/LibZEC7GQ9U/s400/DSCN6189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555975166802353346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRrJ-ynZZfI/AAAAAAAABc8/PXGmK3LOoUA/s1600/DSCN6187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRrJ-ynZZfI/AAAAAAAABc8/PXGmK3LOoUA/s400/DSCN6187.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555975170891015666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRrJ-IL52DI/AAAAAAAABck/gbZre4Q8b38/s1600/DSCN6211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRrJ-IL52DI/AAAAAAAABck/gbZre4Q8b38/s400/DSCN6211.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555975159501412402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as always it was nice to spend some time with that part of the family and a great way to end the celebrating section of Christmas! I am so grateful for all of our family and friends this holiday season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-3293038000762652893?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3293038000762652893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-after-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/3293038000762652893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/3293038000762652893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-after-christmas.html' title='The Day After Christmas'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRrHQHOPCaI/AAAAAAAABcc/_F5CVBmijy4/s72-c/DSCN6153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-7688176040805112902</id><published>2010-12-28T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T21:01:53.622-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>This Christmas was wonderful! So many things made it one of the best Christmas's ever for our Lil Adams Family.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRq-4EB330I/AAAAAAAABbM/DX4I9FGi_6o/s1600/DSCN6130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRq-4EB330I/AAAAAAAABbM/DX4I9FGi_6o/s400/DSCN6130.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555962960678477634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The obvious would be we were with our families and together. The next obvious is we were in our own home, and that made it that much better! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRq-35gJJbI/AAAAAAAABbE/GY-EZjIyWwc/s1600/DSCN6133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRq-35gJJbI/AAAAAAAABbE/GY-EZjIyWwc/s400/DSCN6133.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555962957852648882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up around 8:00 am and started making breakfast. I put a log in the fireplace, turned on the angel, and got some-what ready.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRq-3sN5wrI/AAAAAAAABa8/wsYOcsW6eo0/s1600/DSCN6135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRq-3sN5wrI/AAAAAAAABa8/wsYOcsW6eo0/s400/DSCN6135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555962954286482098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9:30 my parents and Joc and Chris showed up. I showed Dad and Kel the house, since they had not yet seen it, then we ate breakfast. Dustin had made a fabulous quiche, and then we had fruit and juice.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRq-3aizUhI/AAAAAAAABa0/Mrc3pHkYTpU/s1600/DSCN6136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRq-3aizUhI/AAAAAAAABa0/Mrc3pHkYTpU/s400/DSCN6136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555962949542302226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eventually got around to unveiling Santa's gifts. We had come down early and covered Santa's presents' so Carter wouldn't be tempted to look. As soon as we took off the sheet, he went straight for Buzz, and the presents were on. Carter had so much fun opening presents and seeing what Santa brought.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRq-3LQxnSI/AAAAAAAABas/71_RFu-6xkU/s1600/DSCN6137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRq-3LQxnSI/AAAAAAAABas/71_RFu-6xkU/s400/DSCN6137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555962945440161058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 12:00 everyone had left and we decided to kind of relax. I took a short nap and the boys watched Avatar, the Last Airbender. About 1:30 Dustin's parents and Mandy showed up. They brought more gifts and spoiled us all! They hung out for a little over an hour, and then continued on their day.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRrAIJOvByI/AAAAAAAABb0/y3BdRDpeiCs/s1600/DSCN6144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRrAIJOvByI/AAAAAAAABb0/y3BdRDpeiCs/s400/DSCN6144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555964336464135970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then just spent the day together. I think this was the first time in over 15 years I didn't have a million places to go, and it was so nice to have people come to us. We were truly able to relax and enjoy the day. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRrAHW9RuiI/AAAAAAAABbs/uzSIRtoHxoY/s1600/DSCN6146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRrAHW9RuiI/AAAAAAAABbs/uzSIRtoHxoY/s400/DSCN6146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555964322969139746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the evening at Mandy's for a spaghetti dinner. It was delicious and nice to spend a little more time with some of Dustin's family. We ended the evening visiting Nathan and spending some time with the Roll family. It just wouldn't be Christmas without seeing Nathan!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRrAHLyQLvI/AAAAAAAABbk/-QrbOCV0TX0/s1600/DSCN6147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRrAHLyQLvI/AAAAAAAABbk/-QrbOCV0TX0/s400/DSCN6147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555964319970111218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas was truly amazing and we feel so very blessed!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRrAG95DaQI/AAAAAAAABbc/S1L2wTGmrBY/s1600/DSCN6148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRrAG95DaQI/AAAAAAAABbc/S1L2wTGmrBY/s400/DSCN6148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555964316240537858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A list of some of Carter's bigger presents to remember for the year:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRrAGgDIlcI/AAAAAAAABbU/cIt1ivWE8Bc/s1600/DSCN6145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRrAGgDIlcI/AAAAAAAABbU/cIt1ivWE8Bc/s400/DSCN6145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555964308229756354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesame Street reader and books&lt;br /&gt;Buzz Lightyear bedding and toy figure&lt;br /&gt;Tickle Me Elmo&lt;br /&gt;Clothes&lt;br /&gt;Sesame Street walkman, cd, and music&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-7688176040805112902?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7688176040805112902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/7688176040805112902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/7688176040805112902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-2010.html' title='Christmas 2010'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRq-4EB330I/AAAAAAAABbM/DX4I9FGi_6o/s72-c/DSCN6130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-180680611815846906</id><published>2010-12-26T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T20:53:11.408-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Christmas Eve 2010</title><content type='html'>Christmas Eve this year was different, but very nice. Jocelyn and Chris were supposed to arrive in to Salt Lake at 8:00 am, but were late getting to the airport and were not able to board there plane. So they didn't get in until 2. We were supposed to host a Nelson breakfast, but with the plane being missed, the breakfast was cancelled.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRgWX6zFqBI/AAAAAAAABaE/82DS4vVHJUg/s1600/DSCN6057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRgWX6zFqBI/AAAAAAAABaE/82DS4vVHJUg/s400/DSCN6057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555214740537845778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin and I picked up Jocelyn and Chris at 2, and as we were pulling into the airport, we were listening to "So this is Christmas" and I couldn't help but feel emotional picking up my sis and brother in law. It really made it feel so much like Christmas.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRgWXR3w-6I/AAAAAAAABZ8/C4KQeJp1kKM/s1600/DSCN6058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRgWXR3w-6I/AAAAAAAABZ8/C4KQeJp1kKM/s400/DSCN6058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555214729551608738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went over to my mom's to celebrate Christmas with her and Garry, S and Bri, Joc and Chris, and Our Lil Adams Family. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRgWW0jbubI/AAAAAAAABZ0/XLy5g6OgGL4/s1600/DSCN6064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRgWW0jbubI/AAAAAAAABZ0/XLy5g6OgGL4/s400/DSCN6064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555214721681701298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Garry spoiled all of us, and the kids loved the time together. We all received such nice presents and enjoyed one anothers company. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRgWW7HcmiI/AAAAAAAABZs/lwWgeJXhkCs/s1600/DSCN6074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRgWW7HcmiI/AAAAAAAABZs/lwWgeJXhkCs/s400/DSCN6074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555214723443366434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They then fed us prime rib, potatoes, beans, rolls, and dessert. It was delicious and fun. The kids were so excited for Santa, and so were the adults...let's be honest.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRgWWtlCk7I/AAAAAAAABZk/aXJtF4tJON4/s1600/DSCN6076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRgWWtlCk7I/AAAAAAAABZk/aXJtF4tJON4/s400/DSCN6076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555214719809393586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then gave one another loves goodnight and headed home. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRga4XsfVaI/AAAAAAAABak/s9L5vokZ0w4/s1600/DSCN6108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRga4XsfVaI/AAAAAAAABak/s9L5vokZ0w4/s400/DSCN6108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555219696097121698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRga4LdcoiI/AAAAAAAABac/awwJu0pBdQ4/s1600/DSCN6114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRga4LdcoiI/AAAAAAAABac/awwJu0pBdQ4/s400/DSCN6114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555219692812804642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got home, Carter opened his Christmas Eve jammies and then we read, "T'was The Night Before Christmas." I think I am going to make that a tradition, I loved it. We took pictures, tucked Peanut in, and got ready for Christmas.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRga33KbksI/AAAAAAAABaU/YJ3rF8XHWx4/s1600/DSCN6125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRga33KbksI/AAAAAAAABaU/YJ3rF8XHWx4/s400/DSCN6125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555219687364334274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRga3mAdGWI/AAAAAAAABaM/rfCJY9Qi1XQ/s1600/DSCN6126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRga3mAdGWI/AAAAAAAABaM/rfCJY9Qi1XQ/s400/DSCN6126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555219682759088482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day and everyone was SO excited for Santa Claus to come to The Adams Family home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-180680611815846906?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/180680611815846906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-eve-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/180680611815846906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/180680611815846906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-eve-2010.html' title='Christmas Eve 2010'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRgWX6zFqBI/AAAAAAAABaE/82DS4vVHJUg/s72-c/DSCN6057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-1592547070895769228</id><published>2010-12-24T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T21:27:51.771-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Outting'/><title type='text'>Meet The Weatherfords</title><content type='html'>There is a long, I am sure complicated, story behind this. I am not ready to share it all to the world tonight. What I am ready to share is the event that happened yesterday. It touched Our Lil Adams Family, and I believe, at the least, friendships were made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday afternoon, Dustin, Carter, and I met the Weatherfords. Who are they? Ed is Dustin's biological father, Laura is Ed's wife, and Wayne, Dustin's half brother.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRV2h7tyguI/AAAAAAAABX8/CpiSNQ0zB9o/s1600/DSCN6034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRV2h7tyguI/AAAAAAAABX8/CpiSNQ0zB9o/s400/DSCN6034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554476040768881378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They flew into Salt Lake City and were headed to Pocatello, Idaho for a family reunion. On their way in they asked if we could meet, have lunch, and spend some time together.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRV8tOlwvlI/AAAAAAAABYE/YuV6p2MIPzo/s1600/DSCN6032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRV8tOlwvlI/AAAAAAAABYE/YuV6p2MIPzo/s400/DSCN6032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554482831883812434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to La Luna for some Mexican food, then mozied our way on over to the Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory and Coldstone. We then agreed we needed some pictures. I will admit right now I may have gotten a little carried away. But I felt like there were so many pictures I wanted and such little time...I don't regret any of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRV-bbiztyI/AAAAAAAABYs/Rn3zhN7SbX4/s1600/DSCN6046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRV-bbiztyI/AAAAAAAABYs/Rn3zhN7SbX4/s400/DSCN6046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554484725146695458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRV-a1URnjI/AAAAAAAABYk/SjFhA2naGpU/s1600/DSCN6025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRV-a1URnjI/AAAAAAAABYk/SjFhA2naGpU/s400/DSCN6025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554484714885193266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRV-apChpvI/AAAAAAAABYc/5DIrtA-PVIo/s1600/DSCN6035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRV-apChpvI/AAAAAAAABYc/5DIrtA-PVIo/s400/DSCN6035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554484711589521138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRV-acmH0PI/AAAAAAAABYU/ain_c57xp0Q/s1600/DSCN6039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRV-acmH0PI/AAAAAAAABYU/ain_c57xp0Q/s400/DSCN6039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554484708249161970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRV-aIQvcfI/AAAAAAAABYM/otyTwBsetiQ/s1600/DSCN6042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRV-aIQvcfI/AAAAAAAABYM/otyTwBsetiQ/s400/DSCN6042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554484702790775282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once pictures were done, the Weatherfords had to get on the road. We hated for the quick visit to already come to an end, but fully understood they needed to head. We talked about a possible trip to Florida this summer, and invited them back to Utah any time! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRV_v9GgmNI/AAAAAAAABZU/jFJqSft2nWc/s1600/DSCN6043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRV_v9GgmNI/AAAAAAAABZU/jFJqSft2nWc/s400/DSCN6043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554486177263818962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRV_vY0rXjI/AAAAAAAABZM/OkUcpfDjces/s1600/DSCN6045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRV_vY0rXjI/AAAAAAAABZM/OkUcpfDjces/s400/DSCN6045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554486167525350962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRV_vN9clKI/AAAAAAAABZE/6G_QjPXgnus/s1600/DSCN6050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRV_vN9clKI/AAAAAAAABZE/6G_QjPXgnus/s400/DSCN6050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554486164609340578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRV_u_pFBOI/AAAAAAAABY8/YG0J302Ydfw/s1600/DSCN6036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRV_u_pFBOI/AAAAAAAABY8/YG0J302Ydfw/s400/DSCN6036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554486160765813986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRV_uolcPJI/AAAAAAAABY0/J7qCw71rDtQ/s1600/DSCN6038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRV_uolcPJI/AAAAAAAABY0/J7qCw71rDtQ/s400/DSCN6038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554486154576542866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so grateful we were finally able to meet the Weatherfords! As they got on I-15, I found myself a bit emotional. They waved and honked and blew us a kiss like we had done it a million times before. It touched my heart.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRWAfmU_NpI/AAAAAAAABZc/2YT06VONcPc/s1600/DSCN6049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRWAfmU_NpI/AAAAAAAABZc/2YT06VONcPc/s400/DSCN6049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554486995784251026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look forward to when we see them again. In the meantime, we are grateful for the few hours we had with the Weatherfords.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-1592547070895769228?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1592547070895769228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/meet-weatherfords.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/1592547070895769228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/1592547070895769228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/meet-weatherfords.html' title='Meet The Weatherfords'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRV2h7tyguI/AAAAAAAABX8/CpiSNQ0zB9o/s72-c/DSCN6034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-8053323652174737296</id><published>2010-12-24T20:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T20:33:11.902-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>A Friendly Christmas Tradition</title><content type='html'>This year Dustin and I finally had the opportunity to host our annual friends Christmas dinner. This is a tradition Nathan and I started seven years ago and have continued to make sure we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one night a year, we gather as friends for a feast and time together. I look forward to this night because the friendships are close, the love for one another is sincere, and we always look back on how much has changed since the year before. There is not a heavy party, just our family of friends and the special bond we all seem to hold so very dear.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRVzx2EWXNI/AAAAAAAABX0/Cihspr5618Q/s1600/DSCN6013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRVzx2EWXNI/AAAAAAAABX0/Cihspr5618Q/s400/DSCN6013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554473015595916498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin made an amazing prime rib, we did mashed potatoes, bread, and pie. It was delightful. Being the first gathering in our house, it was the perfect way to begin our own set of traditions.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRVzxmkogvI/AAAAAAAABXs/-dU1nxbzY-s/s1600/DSCN6012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRVzxmkogvI/AAAAAAAABXs/-dU1nxbzY-s/s400/DSCN6012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554473011436356338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so grateful for all who came. We love each and every one of you and feel so blessed to have you in our lives!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-8053323652174737296?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8053323652174737296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/friendly-christmas-tradition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/8053323652174737296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/8053323652174737296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/friendly-christmas-tradition.html' title='A Friendly Christmas Tradition'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TRVzx2EWXNI/AAAAAAAABX0/Cihspr5618Q/s72-c/DSCN6013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-7028102320159356828</id><published>2010-12-23T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T17:19:23.133-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>NelTon Family Christmas Take 3</title><content type='html'>Three years ago we decided it would be fun for the NelTon gang to go to Castledale and celebrate Christmas together. We did it the week before Christmas so most could be there and spent the entire weekend as a family. Well, this is now the third year that we have continued this, and I think it is going to be a tradition that sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning Our Lil Adams family packed up and headed east. We didn't go up on Friday because I wasn't feeling well, and didn't know if I dare take thebug to Castledale. However, by Saturday morning I felt better and we didn't want to miss the family gathering. So, we did our last minute shopping and got on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Castledale about 1:00 pm just in time for Art and Kate's awesome tacos. We then hung out for a bit and just caught up. It was so fun to spend time with my siblings! The boys then went shooting, and us girls stayed back and began dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 5:00 we opened Christmas. Dad and Kel spoiled all of us and the kids were in heaven. It was so fun to see all their expressions and get even more in the Christmas mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then had an amazing Christmas dinner. We have some great chefs within our little family and the dinner was so good. We then cleaned up, got children ready for bed, and then played a mean game of "hand and foot." I should mention that this year Dustin and I &lt;strong&gt;ROCKED IT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally called it a night about midnight and went to bed. Sunday morning we had breakfast, cleaned up and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice to have some time with my family and want to again thank the Johansen's for opening their home to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-7028102320159356828?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7028102320159356828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/nelton-family-christmas-take-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/7028102320159356828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/7028102320159356828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/nelton-family-christmas-take-3.html' title='NelTon Family Christmas Take 3'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-2176029605713848675</id><published>2010-12-23T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T17:04:17.439-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>All Within A Week</title><content type='html'>Last week was probably one of the CRAZIEST weeks I have had. We had so much going on and so much to do! I want to document what we did, just so when I think things are crazy, I can look back at this past week and compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, December 12 was moving day. It was long and tiring, but we got a lot done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday we continued to unpack and pack up the old house. We tried to get necessities put away and some more done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was a BIG shopping day. I am one of the two peer leadership team leaders at school and we are in charge of sub for santa. So Missy and I spent an entire school day shopping. We went to Kohls, Wal-Mart, Famous Footwear, Shoe Carnival and Old Navy. 7 1/2 hours and $2600 later, we had purchased Christmas for our students and headed to drop all of the treasures off back at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I started getting sick. I still had so much to do between work and home, and then on top of it was getting sick. I spent a good part of my day sorting through the presents and then through the boxes when I got home. That night I started to feel like I had been hit by a train. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday  morning I was way sick. I called in sick to work and slept in til about 8:30. After that I had to go to Wal-Mart for some medicine. That was complete madness and Carter was a nottle. When I got home I spent an hour cleaning, and then crashed. I then had to go get pizza and drinks and go into work at 3 for Sub for Santa wrapping. That took a few hours and during that time I was dealing with the repercussions of a fist fight that had occurred in my classroom earlier that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was an assembly at school. Of course PLT was in charge and it was so much work! It came together very nicely, but it was exhausting. We were then to go to Castledale for my family Christmas party but I just didn't have it in me. That night we ordered pizza and just continued to work on the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning came early and we headed for Castledale for a family gathering. I will post about next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day of this week was Sunday. We packed up from Castledale, drove home went to WalMart, to then make a mad dash home, put as much away as possible and host our first gathering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all it was INSANE! But we survived, and for the first time this year, this past week started to help make it feel like December and that Christmas was just around the corner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-2176029605713848675?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2176029605713848675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/all-within-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/2176029605713848675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/2176029605713848675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/all-within-week.html' title='All Within A Week'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-1913658257672934056</id><published>2010-12-13T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T07:46:43.917-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>We're In!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was &lt;strong&gt;moving day!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me begin with,&lt;strong&gt; I. HATE. MOVING!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I never move again, &lt;strong&gt;I. WILL. BE. THRILLED!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, moving into our new home was so exciting. I had visions of what I wanted our house to look like. I will not lie and say they all came through...don't ask about my living room. But it is close, and it will be so &lt;strong&gt;AMAZING&lt;/strong&gt; for our Lil' Adams Family!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all, it was a huge success. We are mostly out of our duplex, and spent our first night in our home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter spent the past week in Logan visiting Granny and Papa, and even some time with Aunt Tammy. I am not ashamed to admit I cannot pack a house, move, and take care of a two year old. It was just to much. However, what that time apart did do, was make Dustin and I incredibly anxious to go get him last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to make a quick trip to the old duplex and when Carter went in, everything was "where's Carter's...couch, bed, toys, etc." We continued to explain it was in the new house, and then we took him home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he first walked in he said, "Carter's TOYS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was "Carter's COUCH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up the stairs we went to his BRAND NEW ROOM! That thankfully to my mom and sister was completely set up. "Mom, look! Carter's bed. Carter's drawers. Carter's toys!" He was so excited. Then everything became, "Follow Me!" "Come down!" "Look!" It was so fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were on our way downstairs, I managed to fall down the stairs and roll my ankle. Thankfully not terribly, but enough that there is a dull ache today. But Carter witnessed me do this, now everytime I am going down the stairs, he says, "Careful...hold on!" LOL...great just what I need, my 2 year old telling me to be careful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Carter also came home to a Christmas tree setup, thanks again to Mom, S, Coli, and Lou. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a LONG way from being settled, but it is a HUGE step in the right direction, and we couldn't be more excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to the crowd that showed up to help: Nathan, Art, Mom, Gar, a couple moving guys, S and Bri. We couldn't have done it without you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-1913658257672934056?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1913658257672934056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/were-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/1913658257672934056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/1913658257672934056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/were-in.html' title='We&apos;re In!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-1829671126505123321</id><published>2010-12-09T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T11:25:25.053-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>We Closed!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was such a fun day! Dustin and I went to work, thinking we were going to be closing on the house today, Thursday. We were waiting for the final loan to come in and all to fall into place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before we had scheduled our final walk through and were going to meet our agent, Kris Burton, at 4. I got off of work, ran home, picked up Fuzz and headed west. We got there about ten minutes early, but it was so fun! School had just gotten out so we were able to see how many students lived in our neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Kris showed up, we went in and I must say, I LOVE THIS HOUSE! There were so many things I didn't even know about the house, that I found out yesterday. Little things, but they make me even more excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, there are little lights under the cabinets in the kitchen, so it won't be completely dark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a humidity maker for the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lip for the washer and dryer so I don't have to spend $500 on pedestals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a closet organizer in all the rooms upstairs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. AM. SO. EXCITED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were going through the final walk through, the closer called, and said we could close tonight. Which put us back to the original closing date!!! So, after the walk through we went straight to the closing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sellers will close at 10:30 this morning, and then they are to be out NO later than 10 am Sunday. I am hoping they are out earlier on Saturday so I can run a vacuum and do a few things before the moving crew comes Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a complete grown up! Dustin and I are so excited. This is the best Christmas present for our family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Most of all...I GET TO SET UP MY NEW WASHER AND DRYER! &lt;strong&gt;AWESOME!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-1829671126505123321?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1829671126505123321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/we-closed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/1829671126505123321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/1829671126505123321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/we-closed.html' title='We Closed!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-6081663322736147326</id><published>2010-12-01T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T21:02:46.881-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lindsey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Running Low</title><content type='html'>Today I feel exhausted. I feel like I have a million things on my plate and nothing is being taken off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was talking to a friend, who told me to stop worrying about so much. I feel like a lot has been going on and I hold on to everything. He told me to just worry about what needed to be worried about. If it didn't effect me, let it go. I wish I worked more that way because tonight I am exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have been going non-stop, yet there is still so much to do. I hate when I feel this way. I am going to have to seriously start to prioritize!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packing, moving, Christmas shopping, Christmas parties, Sub for Santa, spending  time with my family, closing on a house, making sure all the finances are there, and my list goes on and on and on. Tonight it feels like a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't be complaining, because that same friend told me, I am complaining about all positive things. I am the one that is agreeing to take on all of this and I am the one who is putting the pressure on myself. Which I understand and agree with...its just some days are easier then others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness tomorrow is a new day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-6081663322736147326?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6081663322736147326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/running-low.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/6081663322736147326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/6081663322736147326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/running-low.html' title='Running Low'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-1873030768621225990</id><published>2010-11-28T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T20:12:14.800-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lindsey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving and Black Friday</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving was very nice this year. Dustin and I went up to Logan Wednesday night. We hung out with Mandy and Luke and then I crashed fairly early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning, I couldn't get up and going fast enough. I was on an adventure! I had to go buy the Salt Lake Tribune for all of the Black Friday ads. I thought it would be a simple adventure, so I threw on a coat and out the door I went...jammies and all. I went acrossed the street for coffee and the paper. Coffee...check. Paper...Check! But wait...where are all the ads? Looked at the date, Wednesdays paper! NO GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the sub I went to the Flying J...just a little further down the road. Ran in...NO S.L. TRIB or DESERET NEWS there either! Back in the burb...Wal-Mart...NOTHING! How is this possible! I HAD TO HAVE THE ADS! So, I called my sis-in-law, who fortunately was in Willard and asked her to check Brigham. I did some last minute turkey day shopping, then ran to one more gas station! STILL NO PAPER! Fortunately Aimee found one in Brigham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, my quick venture out in jammies and no hair being done, took two hours! Only to come back with no success, coffee all gone, and did I mention it was  -8 degrees outside! I was not happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aimee showed up and I started through the ads. I also called Kristie and asked her to bring one more. We all just veged throughout the day and spent time together. We cooked, told stories, and went through the ads...a million times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was fabulous and muchly enjoyed. However, it seems like a whole lot of work for a 30 minute feast, followed by a couple hour clean up. We then headed back to Salt Lake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristie and I headed over to Toys R Us about 9 and the line was crazy! It wrapped all the way the back and went on...it was a full block. Kristie and I waited in line and finally at 10:45, when we hadn't even made it inside yet, and someone stated there was a fellow shopper who had had a seizure and they weren't letting anyone in, we called it quits and headed to Wal Mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy and mom met us there and we ROCKED it! We got jammies, playdough, Buzz, Shop vac, steam mops, crock pots, movies, and a bissell! It was so fun! I LOVE THE RUSH OF A GOOD DEAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were done there, Kristie and I loaded back up and headed for the Toys R' Us in West Valley. The lines had died down a little, since it was now 1:30 am, but they didn't have what we were looking for. So, we ran home, heated up our hot chocolate, printed off a coupon and headed for Sears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to Sears about 2:45 am and I started standing in line for a washer and dryer. About 15 minutes into it, someone behind us stated there was a sign that said if you wanted the dryer to go to the back. So Kristie ran to the back, to find it was true and the first 4 people in line were there for the washer and dryer. Each store only had 4. The workers opened the door a little after 3:00, past out the 4 tickets and sent the rest of us on our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Mom and Garry and asked them to head for the base. They base had a washer and dryer as well for close to the same price. They said they would keep me posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristie and I went home feeling a little defeated and a lot tired. At 4:00 am we headed home. About 4:05 my mom called and THEY GOT THE WASHER AND DRYER for us! HOORAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally called it good about 5:00 am. I could have kept going if the funds could have too! Oh, how I love Black Friday! It truly is becoming a part of my Thanksgiving celebration!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-1873030768621225990?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1873030768621225990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-and-black-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/1873030768621225990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/1873030768621225990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-and-black-friday.html' title='Thanksgiving and Black Friday'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-1039163133541210689</id><published>2010-11-24T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T09:01:44.162-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>2 Days+A Sleepover=VERY GRATEFU:L</title><content type='html'>This week my family and I were reminded of just how lucky we are, and how much we are grateful for. This week we have all of our family members still with us, and it could have gotten a whole lot of scary if everything didn't go JUST THE WAY IT DID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday afternoon I was speaking with my dad. As we were about to hang up, he said, "Hey, LD. I guess I better tell ya, or Kel might beat me up!" Okay...he proceeds to inform me he is going into the U of U hospital for the next five days, due to pancreatitis. He stated it was nothing serious, he just needed to have a liquid diet and some antibiotics. After several promises that this is all it was, I told him I would be up Monday after work for a visit and hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I went to work, and was going to go see dad pretty quickly after. As I am driving home, I get a text from Kel, "Ok, here is the update, the pancreas is look good, but they are going to do an angiogram tomorrow. He is being admitted to the cardiac unit on the 4th floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, things changed and I got a whole lot of stressed! How in the hell did we go from pancreas to cardiac?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few phone calls and a short errand, I headed up to the U to figure out what was really going on and spend some time with the padre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got up there, I found out they had to go through the ER because the admitting papers hadn't been done correctly. While he was in the ER my dad started telling the doctors all of his symptoms...they immediately began to look for signs of a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was in the hospital with dad, I could tell he was pretty nervous,. as we all were. We didn't know what they were going to find, and we were scared.  My dad asked me if I would mind calling in the next day and spending the night at the hospital with my dad...DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night Dad and I just talked and hung out. We finally headed for bed about 12:30 that night. We were awakened 5 times between 12:30-3:30. At that point dad was so nervous there was no going back to sleep...we talked. I treasured the time I had with my dad, we hadn't spent that much time talking in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning I ran into Nathan and he bought me a much needed coffee. He then clocked in and came up to the room to be with dad for some time. By about 10:30 Kel was there with another coffee...THANK GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin had called in sick so he could go babysit Stacy's kids and Carter so S could come up also. Shane stopped by about 11, and Stac was there by 11:30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully they had given dad some meds to help him relax and he became pretty funny. The jokes began and the room lightened. At 1:40 they finally took dad back.They told us if there were arterial blocks they would do the interventions right then.He and I made our promise...that I would see him in 3 hours, if not sooner, he promised back...and off he went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't eaten since lunch time the day before and was starving. So Kel took Stac and I down to the cafeteria and fed us lunch. Once we got back upstairs, my phone rang, and they told us dad had two blocked arteries and the interventions were beginning now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour and ten minutes later, my dad came out laughing. He was in a great space and doing fine. They had to put two stents into his arteries, and things went well! One of his arteries was 90% blocked, the other 95%. We are VERY lucky my dad had not had a heart attack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got him back to his room, moved rooms, and then I was ready to call it. The "storm of the decade" was about to hit and I wanted to be home before it got bad. I gave my dad loves and Stac and I headed home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am SO grateful to still have my dad. To have the family that pulls together and supports one another when things get rough. I have a WHOLE LOT to be grateful for this holiday season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-1039163133541210689?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1039163133541210689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/2-daysa-sleepoververy-grateful.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/1039163133541210689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/1039163133541210689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/2-daysa-sleepoververy-grateful.html' title='2 Days+A Sleepover=VERY GRATEFU:L'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-4367837025745647004</id><published>2010-11-22T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T12:26:48.697-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lindsey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>A Snowy Memory</title><content type='html'>Saturday night was the first big snow of the year, and boy did it snow. I was headed to a surprise birthday party, and the snow had begun. By the time I was half way to my sister-in-laws to drop off Little Man, the freeway was scary covered in snow. However, by the time I got to the destination North, it was rain and we were good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove out with Kristie and Rand because Dustin was going to meet us after he got off work and I only wanted one vehicle. The party begins and the snow continued to fall. Every half hour or so we would go outside and the snow continued to fall. As the night went on the snow continued to accumulate and when we left at 2:00 am, there was probably close to ten inches at Mandy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin and I went and picked up Carter, but the freeways were clean and I decided to just take my truck home as well. Most don't know, but I do not handle snowy roads well. I have massive anxiety over it and chose to avoid it as much as possible. But with the roads in decent shape, I decided to go ahead and drive the suburban home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, depending on where you are in the Valley, there was a fresh 10-18 inches of snow on the ground. The one thing about snow is it is absolutely BEAUTIFUL for the scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning Dustin wanted to sleep and Carter was not going to let that happen. So, we dressed and went on an adventure to the grocery store and a stop for coffee. As I was driving I was in complete awe of the beauty and truly enjoyed my time being outside...probably will be the only time this year, let's be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not all I wanted this to be about though...Saturday night driving home I had a memory flashback that I hadn't thought of in years and years and I want to write it down so I never forget it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was probably the second winter after my mom and dad had seperated. My dad had an apartment that we called "The Treehouse" because he was on the 3rd floor and a tree covered the apartment. We loved our hangout and time with my dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, a snow storm came about, and I want to say it was the beginning of the winter season. We watched as the complex filled with snow and beauty. It was late, I don't remember time but I know it was late. And someone...probably dad...decided we should go have a snowball fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have the proper attire, but that never stopped us before. So we used what we had...Dad's socks! His socks quickly became ear warmers and gloves, and out the door we went, just dad and us three girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We threw snowballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chased one another up and down the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed and tee-heed for what seems like now hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set off car alarms, and WE. HAD. FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved that night! We went in we made hot chocolate, and I am sure crashed hard when it was finally time. But looking back now, what a great memory! What a fun time for my sisters and my dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Carter will have memories with us such as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TOrR95HNytI/AAAAAAAABXg/Xly7Pfl-ySw/s1600/snow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TOrR95HNytI/AAAAAAAABXg/Xly7Pfl-ySw/s400/snow.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542473152666127058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME WINTER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-4367837025745647004?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4367837025745647004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/snowy-memory.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/4367837025745647004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/4367837025745647004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/snowy-memory.html' title='A Snowy Memory'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TOrR95HNytI/AAAAAAAABXg/Xly7Pfl-ySw/s72-c/snow.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-1244760022227441562</id><published>2010-11-18T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T08:03:48.988-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Thankful Letter #3: To Nathan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TNtsbbC1CNI/AAAAAAAABVQ/6Gsw_D3lGYs/s1600/thankful_on_paper_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TNtsbbC1CNI/AAAAAAAABVQ/6Gsw_D3lGYs/s400/thankful_on_paper_250.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538139385154046162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Nathan,&lt;br /&gt;I am participating in a challenge to write a letter a week to someone who I am thankful for. Today, I wanted to write you. I have been waiting to write this because I wanted it to be meaningful and I had to think hard about what I wanted to put down in words. I am going to attempt it.&lt;br /&gt;You and I have been friends for over 20 years now, and there is not a major memory in my life that does not have you in it. From 4th grade til now, you have always been someone I count on and someone who will guide me. For that, I am so thankful.&lt;br /&gt;I look at the curves life has thrown the two of us and how much we have been through together, and I can’t even begin to express the gratuity and love I have for you. When something goes on in my life, good or bad, you are one of the first I want to call. You provide me comfort, support, strength, laughs, and a good margarita if I need it. &lt;br /&gt;I know right now we aren’t talking as much, but that is just because life is so busy for the two of us. I know there is so much going on and we feel like we are drifting. The one thing I have learned about you and me, is the drift goes away and we come right back together, closer than before. So, please don’t worry.&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited for you and what life has in store. Over this past year, it seems like a lot of things have ironed themselves out for you. I couldn’t be more thrilled. You have had so many trials and you continue to fight and work towards your ultimate dreams. Now they are just right around the corner, and I am so happy for you!&lt;br /&gt;I love the relationship you share with Carter. He loves his Uncle Nathan! I am so grateful that you have taken the time and made sure to be such an active part of his life. He so loves when he spends time with you and gets to interact with you! I love to just sit back and watch the two of you share your bond and play!&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know just how much you mean to me. You are someone who I truly can’t imagine my life without. Thank you for being my best friend. Thank you for helping me get through my parents divorce. Thank you for continuing to be my friend when I moved to Woods Cross. Thank you for taking me to prom! Thank you for being there in college. Thank you for having the house to hang out in. Thank you for being so strong and willing to fight for all you want. Thank you for being there for my family, like they are your own. Most of all, thank you for always being there for me. Thank you for being my support through so many events and helping me work through them. Thanks for being my best friend no matter what!&lt;br /&gt;I love you Nathan Paul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Always and Forever,&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000838989349046498-1244760022227441562?l=ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1244760022227441562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankful-letter-3-to-nathan.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/1244760022227441562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000838989349046498/posts/default/1244760022227441562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourliladamsfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankful-letter-3-to-nathan.html' title='Thankful Letter #3: To Nathan'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/S7aH5GaCnnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2xp-ccppKo8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TNtsbbC1CNI/AAAAAAAABVQ/6Gsw_D3lGYs/s72-c/thankful_on_paper_250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000838989349046498.post-8082327567037443935</id><published>2010-11-14T20:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T20:50:48.266-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>Under Contract</title><content type='html'>Well...it looks like it might happen. On Thursday Dustin and I signed papers to put us under contract with the house!!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TOC3vZGCZUI/AAAAAAAABV4/v-gRw4J-Nb4/s1600/home%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFYeWqxr_IU/TOC3vZGCZUI/AAAAAAAABV4/v-gRw4J-Nb4/s400/home%2B5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539629566483653954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt
