tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57100500493950326762024-03-12T22:12:42.787-07:00Surviving in a house of all boys!Cars, Trucks, Sports, Bugs, and loud laughter as someone farts. Help I need a little more pink in my life!Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05655263852557481802noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710050049395032676.post-26438623323236410082010-07-31T08:08:00.000-07:002010-07-31T08:16:31.384-07:00AnsweredSo the problem with signing up for marathon #2 is that I've already run one marathon so I know I can do it. With the 1st one I thought I had to do every training run because I was scared if I didn't I wouldn't be able to finish the marathon in 6 hours. Well no need to worry I finished it in 5 hours and 55 minutes and that was with stopping to take pictures at every mile mark, stopping for the potty 4 times (there were 3 of us), stopping to chat with our hubbies at the half way point, etc. I felt great when I finished and didn't ever hit a wall. So this go around I keep thinking ahhh it's no big deal I can do it. SO I've missed several training runs and actually have a bad attitude about training. I've talked with my running partner and she has the same bad attitude so we decided we better get it together and change our attitude. I tried and tried but just didn't want to run and hated when I did, every run felt hard and I wasn't having fun. I have a marathon in October so I need to train and I promised my sister-in-law that I'd run it with her and since it's her first I can't let her down. So last night I decided to pray to my Heavenly Father and ask for his help. <br />Well guess what?<br />This morning I woke up at 5am and jumped right out of bed. Even though I went to bed at midnight last night so I didn't get much sleep I was still rested. I got ready and as I left I was excited to run again. I ran the first 3 miles and felt great, next 3 still great. Even towards the finish I was still feeling good, tired but good! <br />When I got home I realized that my prayer had been answered!<br />Along the trail I saw a deer, a skunk and so many bugs it was crazy! At one point I was running into a swarm of bugs and the 2 girls I was running with started laughing because they were all over me. When we stopped to get water I had them stuck to my neck and on my ipod. Gross! Ya know what's even worse, when I took a shower today I had bugs down my shirt. <br />Although I am super thankful today because even with all the bugs I still enjoyed it and it felt great!Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05655263852557481802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710050049395032676.post-16612688601549332782010-07-29T19:06:00.000-07:002010-07-29T19:16:41.137-07:00joyWent to the zoo with my 4 year old son today. He's such a cutie patootie! He talks my ear off and I love it!<br />To have the excitement of a child again would be wonderful, wouldn't it?<br />I mean, he jumps around excited about everything. When I told him we were going to the zoo he responded with, "yay, I love the zoo!"<br />On the flip side when he's mad, I know he's mad. That boy can throw a mean fit! He amazes me! :) Still I always know where I stand with him either he loves me and I'm so nice or he hates me and I'm the worst mom but he's not shy about letting me know. <br />We saw some camels at the zoo today and he said, "mom are them real?" (I love the way he talks, everything is them him or her) I said, "Yes they are." He says, "Wow I never knew that." and then he ran towards them to take a look. We saw two parrots in one cage and he said, "mom are both of them real?" When I told him yes he was so excited to see two "real" parrots. At one point he told me he was thirsty so I sent him over to the little statue of a lion that is a drinking fountain. He started laughing and said, "mom, him's not real. I know that!" <br />Oh the joy he brings to my life. <br />I love him and it makes me want to try harder each day to be thankful for the simple things and find joy in my journey!Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05655263852557481802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710050049395032676.post-50508048937718853672009-02-10T08:25:00.000-08:002009-02-10T08:37:15.455-08:00What goes around comes aroundRecently my sister blogged about how her 1 year old daughter had chewed up a library book and then took a bath with another one, for more click <a href="http://foldedbutnotputaway.blogspot.com/2008/12/ouch-there-goes-christmas.html">here</a>.<br />I laughed so hard when she was telling me the story but somehow as I sit here looking at yet another set of books that are late to be returned and the fees stacking up I'm not thinking it's so funny. My highest fee yet has been $15 but then the next time I paid $12 and now this time it's $12 again. I think I might be better off to go buy books instead of checking them out for "free." Every time we leave the library my oldest son says, "I can't believe we can just take these books for free, completely free can you even believe that?" In my head I think really free? I'm pretty sure I need to add a category for library fines to my budget or maybe I should call it a membership fee that sounds a little better. You think my husband would go for a $30 membership fee to the library each month?<br />So there you go Abb now you can laugh your head off at me and my library fiasco.Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05655263852557481802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710050049395032676.post-81594545643082562572009-02-06T09:09:00.000-08:002009-02-06T09:10:01.247-08:00What have I been up to?I'm potty training my youngest son, ugh, need I say more?Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05655263852557481802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710050049395032676.post-62127576227532173832009-01-26T11:02:00.000-08:002009-01-26T11:05:12.884-08:00On to the main course<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggleIyb7VF3ZOTDl4N_42cM4YgBjVwovtHpnk-gTOPMb9MHeCGNCRJCgBkU7mRhsiInQi7XX7cyG0CCK9RYA8ATtV57m-DME-6RB_K0byqm-CUWi4sjtFXYdqn4zlye7g-BQOPdfVDJIC7/s1600-h/IMG_0003_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggleIyb7VF3ZOTDl4N_42cM4YgBjVwovtHpnk-gTOPMb9MHeCGNCRJCgBkU7mRhsiInQi7XX7cyG0CCK9RYA8ATtV57m-DME-6RB_K0byqm-CUWi4sjtFXYdqn4zlye7g-BQOPdfVDJIC7/s200/IMG_0003_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295680515162503714" /></a><br />So this morning I asked Kaden if he was ready for me to get him some cereal. (remember he's 2) and he replied with, "Yep I'm ready, I'm all done eating my boogers." So there you have it apparently if it takes me that long in the morning to get him some cereal he's gonna find something himself, boogers.Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05655263852557481802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710050049395032676.post-74679267663985401452009-01-25T16:10:00.001-08:002009-01-25T16:23:55.988-08:00Where have I been?Seriously where have I been for so long? December 8th, is that really the last time I posted on this blog? Can't be.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCMZCVCNM4RrTfcOQnnGQM_8-pDxw5D7GAn4ZAQ_69qdIrtHEBJnX-KR52iKu7kODZQPlHkozXSRAUckdJb0VEZa7e-b-gMgs3jnQFbFabUYTWrok2FOKcwdVYJC0RnfTPOe_oDJ7XyXcG/s1600-h/IMG_0118.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCMZCVCNM4RrTfcOQnnGQM_8-pDxw5D7GAn4ZAQ_69qdIrtHEBJnX-KR52iKu7kODZQPlHkozXSRAUckdJb0VEZa7e-b-gMgs3jnQFbFabUYTWrok2FOKcwdVYJC0RnfTPOe_oDJ7XyXcG/s200/IMG_0118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295390223075922642" /></a><br />I had a great holiday, spent a week at my parents cabin in the snowy mountains. Which speaking of mountains. I was driving with my 4 year old son, Tyce, the other day. We were on our way to my sisters house to go tie quilts for the kids for Christmas. He looked out the window and could see the mountains and made some comment about them. I replied with, "Your cousin Dylan lives just over those mountains." He turns to me and says, "He lives in the smoky mountains (there was fog on the top of the mountains)." I said, "Yep just over the smoky mountain." He then says, "That would be a great place to pray mom." <br />My reply, "Oh really."<br />Tyce, "Ya you could climb the smoky mountain and pray to the Lord."<br />Me, "What would you pray about?"<br />Tyce, "Anything. Like if Dylan lost a toy he could climb up the mountain and pray to the Lord to find it."<br />He is so much fun and I have to say this is one of my favorite conversations I've had with him in the last month. What child says, you could climb a mountain and go pray to the Lord? He's so cute!<br />I also spent like 2 full weeks making Christmas cards. When I decided to make my own Christmas cards I didn't think it would take that long but it ended up taking me nearly 2 weeks off and on to finish them all. Take a look, I actually think they turned out super cute.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0NICXOIV8h5rMCJQeAPtRcw0zI2TClim7K-JjWkxRZk87vvNjaRHBCAPgpfy0p6nscHhzGgrDNPGe19My6VQe0PXTIut9uckU_e1YHh_GtwVC58Z938LkcctdWo5GwdkaQV0Z2fO_5g2k/s1600-h/IMG_0115.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0NICXOIV8h5rMCJQeAPtRcw0zI2TClim7K-JjWkxRZk87vvNjaRHBCAPgpfy0p6nscHhzGgrDNPGe19My6VQe0PXTIut9uckU_e1YHh_GtwVC58Z938LkcctdWo5GwdkaQV0Z2fO_5g2k/s200/IMG_0115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295391503933887442" /></a><br />The downfall . . . . . . well they have buttons on the front so apparently when they go through the machine at the post office the buttons end up shredding the envelope. So some people got them with a shredded envelope and my sister who lives about 45 min. away actually got her Christmas card with 20 cents postage due, it was shredded and in a clear plastic post office envelope. So there you go that's a great sign that the economy is bad you get a Christmas card with postage due! :D If I didn't laugh my head off when she called to tell me what happened I might have been embarrassed. Luckily everyone else I talked to did not have to pay postage for our cards. Cute none the less! <br />I also went to a favorites party. This is one of the things I look forward to every January. My friend has about 12 of us over and we all bring a list of our top 10 things from the past year, we bring something to give everyone, we bring our favorite dish to share and a recipe. It's great and we end up with so many awesome ideas to try. Love it, love it!<br />Anyway, just thought I'd let you all know (abb that's you) I'm back, but not for long because Thursday I leave to California for a couple days. Yeah sunshine here I come!Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05655263852557481802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710050049395032676.post-16486306440217630112008-12-08T08:15:00.000-08:002008-12-08T08:32:29.173-08:00Spreading Christmas CheerI absolutely love the holiday season with all the fun things to do. One of my kids favorite things to do is to help create an advent calendar or if they don't help make it just to help eat the treats! This year I created one with my sister-in-laws, it was so much fun to make and we are just loving it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP7Z4O72E_66IUsNrDfdDjFC8vqc0MpHD7-3mnVUZrLzmptv_JR-RMnE_xhHcF_GVak1hfpwxJkC6-nixLo4ZVFCNxBXkWnzHOIC7uZIfMdwfixEcgjbkyCqLJFQX9D7a4XYg6miSL8MEc/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP7Z4O72E_66IUsNrDfdDjFC8vqc0MpHD7-3mnVUZrLzmptv_JR-RMnE_xhHcF_GVak1hfpwxJkC6-nixLo4ZVFCNxBXkWnzHOIC7uZIfMdwfixEcgjbkyCqLJFQX9D7a4XYg6miSL8MEc/s200/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277457261897559106" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgyzXh75Lw8HkO_TVAYVfMtbYM43ND7I_g4fyUb2IMMLKDQZAvmHfP8AfQdSW5nxXw7uVva29C8DSq5hlprL9txp4Lj0-DQLhitUeaMGWe746qqqu5hSRNzBIXJEq6Xg24-1SJmyN0q6yp/s1600-h/IMG_0002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgyzXh75Lw8HkO_TVAYVfMtbYM43ND7I_g4fyUb2IMMLKDQZAvmHfP8AfQdSW5nxXw7uVva29C8DSq5hlprL9txp4Lj0-DQLhitUeaMGWe746qqqu5hSRNzBIXJEq6Xg24-1SJmyN0q6yp/s200/IMG_0002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277457528727541826" /></a><br /><br />Usually I add a scripture or a thought on Christ to each day but this year I only had time to put treats in it. So tonight for Family Night I'm going to allow each of my boys to help me fill the calendar with thoughts or kind deeds that they can do for each other or scripture stories that they love to hear told. It always seems to be more meaningful when you help so I'm trying to make this years calendar more meaningful for them.<br />Another great idea is to choose a family or friend to do the 12 days of Christmas for and to think of ideas to give them on each day. I've been pondering this for a few weeks now trying to decide what family we can do something for. So tonight is the night we choose the family and then we'll spend this week getting preparations done so that we just have to deliver something every night and it doesn't turn into a big hassle. <br />Happy Holidays everyone! For more ideas on Family Moments Monday visit <a href="http://rappleyefam.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-lights.html">Motherhood for Dummies.</a>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05655263852557481802noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710050049395032676.post-89474556411487862762008-12-04T14:54:00.000-08:002008-12-04T15:35:53.283-08:00Look what I got today!So I went to a little craft type boutique today with one of my friends and let me just tell you it was awesome! They had bags, shirts, jewelry, watches, and tons and tons of baby stuff. Mostly for little girls, which I have none of, but my sister-in-law just had her first girl. Soooooooooo you know what that means, yep presents from the favorite aunt (that's me in case you were confused *S*). <br />So here is what I bought<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNe6tkTbs-qkiAaVoNh1P5bFMVECl-ZIktTPuQcbbhB3Pl3HKXD9Xv4AMB9fBaMpddnIvv_GtzI5fdSgal9nQypKNa3_hL8BoKmzemNpIcwR_bQTSt5Mj_Tg8r5GHX3FlnTfbyo7KSIYq1/s1600-h/IMG_0001_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNe6tkTbs-qkiAaVoNh1P5bFMVECl-ZIktTPuQcbbhB3Pl3HKXD9Xv4AMB9fBaMpddnIvv_GtzI5fdSgal9nQypKNa3_hL8BoKmzemNpIcwR_bQTSt5Mj_Tg8r5GHX3FlnTfbyo7KSIYq1/s200/IMG_0001_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276074637394601458" /></a><br /><br />Isn't this so stinkin' cute? I love the big bow to tie up the bottom<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik_GErZMCJoqvyVhxn6EbmaBIgJrPNlVsD5r2vaLY6r-uZPOw96ftdlwDLhL4xKYUVoeqfpS_oII7sajV5q4qxwIu83QWNpSu65yAMCOFDzYEG2VB_x9FP3tbwI1uhUxDNm-H6pL5NtrLv/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 128px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik_GErZMCJoqvyVhxn6EbmaBIgJrPNlVsD5r2vaLY6r-uZPOw96ftdlwDLhL4xKYUVoeqfpS_oII7sajV5q4qxwIu83QWNpSu65yAMCOFDzYEG2VB_x9FP3tbwI1uhUxDNm-H6pL5NtrLv/s200/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276074810725717186" /></a><br /><br />and of course a little girls outfit is not complete without bows, so bows I bought.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgap_VoxHAX6cHlDIpYAH5EfVRLGjnJgu5htnAcpKHzzL55O2Gi1IEqQb_hrSkQnzr-kRxXCguIQOC7t8w3Z9PwVGethO_E9OIBmM4xCXirEz6v9QFMiAKUcpgzRuP5k1dKA9WewNWsTp6v/s1600-h/IMG_0003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgap_VoxHAX6cHlDIpYAH5EfVRLGjnJgu5htnAcpKHzzL55O2Gi1IEqQb_hrSkQnzr-kRxXCguIQOC7t8w3Z9PwVGethO_E9OIBmM4xCXirEz6v9QFMiAKUcpgzRuP5k1dKA9WewNWsTp6v/s200/IMG_0003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276075098084854002" /></a><br /><br /><br />I also got a cool watch but the lady didn't have the right fit so she is going to make me one and mail it on Monday, I can't wait to get it. I've been looking at the for a while but hadn't found one I loved until today! Yipee for craft fairs!Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05655263852557481802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710050049395032676.post-57440418128138954492008-12-03T20:31:00.000-08:002008-12-03T20:37:20.210-08:00I'm all blogged outSo I know my blog has been a little lonely these days or should I say weeks on no more like months. I'd do the cross out thing but then I'd have to call my sister to figure out how since it's been so long! :) I have another family blog and I haven't been posting there much either. I guess it's because of the holidays and trying to get everything ready plus I just got put in charge of the girls youth group at my church so I help with all their activities and teach their class on Sundays. It's the best place to be in the world since they are awesome and so much fun but it's really busy and I am just not getting to everything, if you don't believe me you should take a look at my laundry room. It is out of control and it's not getting any better. <br />Anyway, just thought I'd post a little bit and again it's about Tyce since he's one of the funniest kids on the planet!<br />So we were at my church the other day and when we finished I took my kids out to the car. After we got in Tyce turned to me and said, "Mom I left my toys in the church." I said, "You did? Did you leave them in the classroom?" <br />He turned to me and said, "ahh damn it!"<br />That's right, my 4 year old swore right then and there. I should have been shocked except for the fact that hubs has had a little bit of a potty mouth lately, I'm pretty sure it's due to the market and business and all but nonetheless not acceptable. <br />So then I asked Tyce where he learned that (as if I needed to but thought I'd humor myself).<br />He said, "Dad says it all the time!" <br />So when he father got home they had a little chat and then pinky promised they'd try harder not to say that anymore!Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05655263852557481802noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710050049395032676.post-15704074602465082822008-10-10T20:49:00.000-07:002008-10-10T20:59:12.929-07:00My daddy's . . . . .So my 2 1/2 year old, Kaden has had a speech delay and is just barely starting to talk in sentences. It really freaked me out at first because my other two were so advanced in speech that I felt horrible and helpless with my last baby. I ended up getting him tested and getting him into an early intervention program and now WOW he's talking up a storm. I really think it's interesting to have him just start spouting off now since his brain is so much further ahead and he didn't really start with a couple words or this and that it was nothing to sentences in a couple months. <br />Here are a few examples of our conversations.<br />So we bought this action figure since my husband won't let me call it a doll but pretty much it looks like a boy barbie to me. Take a look<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzI9HOEuS74W0AjNNyl9R69NXSQNsqOPAD01Ss73zRL9RNR91iViaI_lb6Ny0r1H0b5bpkzKDrMTlV8rwhdOW0o1gxhQCbDX4OTd2aTwjripqhZZZOQfn0jfe2iMrRAquecnTz6rYlcjSu/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzI9HOEuS74W0AjNNyl9R69NXSQNsqOPAD01Ss73zRL9RNR91iViaI_lb6Ny0r1H0b5bpkzKDrMTlV8rwhdOW0o1gxhQCbDX4OTd2aTwjripqhZZZOQfn0jfe2iMrRAquecnTz6rYlcjSu/s200/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255740859860717442" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />It was sitting on my dresser when Kaden found it. He of course thought it was daddy's since everything is daddy's to him. He came out holding it in his hand saying, "My daddy's Jesus is scary." That's right because he has long hair my son thought it was a doll of Jesus. I quickly corrected him to let him know it was a pirate named Jack Sparrow and not Jesus. <br />Kaden has decided to wear pull ups in stead of diapers since he's a big boy and I have to say he's actually doing great at the potty training. So we've had a lot of discussions on potty training and the like. We were driving home and from the back seat of the SUV he yells, "My daddy's potty trained." Yep here we go again with the daddy talk.<br />My last story happened just today. He was holding my cell phone in hopes that he would be able to call his daddy. He looked up at me and said, "Calling daddy!" I just let him play with it but when he held it up to his ear and no one answered he looked at me and very annoyed said, "My daddy's a moron!" <br />Aren't 2 year olds so much fun! :) I just love the little stinker!Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05655263852557481802noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710050049395032676.post-48463302293572131642008-09-23T07:16:00.001-07:002008-09-23T07:22:00.400-07:00Is he talking to someone?So this morning I was in cleaning my Kaden's room (2) while Spencer was getting ready to eat breakfast. All of the sudden I heard him talking and wasn't sure who he was talking to. I listened a little closer and realized he was saying a prayer, talking to his Father in Heaven. He prays all the time but for some reason it just hit me that even without my prompting, he was out in the kitchen by himself and he took the time to pray.Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05655263852557481802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710050049395032676.post-12562238391734496342008-09-17T20:43:00.001-07:002008-09-18T12:23:12.869-07:00My audition for Hell's KitchenSo in my family I'm known as the <strike>best</strike> a <strike>great</strike> an <strike>okay</strike> a horrible cook but hey I try. It was a bit chilly here today and some of the leaves have started to fall so it really felt like fall weather. My kids and I decided to make chocolate chip pumpkin bread. They were excited since I rarely let them help in the kitchen do to my <strike>exceptional</strike> lack of cooking skills, I need to concentrate to make the perfect eatable meal.<br />So I mixed the sweet bread mix (yes I make nothing without a mix) together and then grabbed the can of pumpkin filling to put in and realized I'd left my can opener at the condo I stayed at this past weekend. Now when I packed it I thought to myself, "Self, I'm sure they have can openers at the condo." and then my self talked back to me and said, "but you love your can opener and it doesn't take up much space so you might as well take it." I don't know why I ever listen to myself because you know what I did? Ya I left my can opener at the condo (of course you knew that I already told you that). So since the sweet bread was already mixed up and a can opener isn't really something you borrow from your neighbors (although again I shouldn't listen to myself I should have sent my oldest over to the neighbors house to borrow a can opener, you'll see why if you choose to read on).<br />So here are the tools that I tried in order to get the pumpkin out of the can and into my bowl.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZnDO-zpYujemCXvFyWCOOTtQcV0VH1BCzC95D8zWhWIV7onnADIm79qvsHM_tVgj_svXnovuhA2KGq7LltFKYT8802qfnNv28_Dkcyqc6JQO-_C6DImnecsIZJjd6v1tsIMIam-t7mMlh/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZnDO-zpYujemCXvFyWCOOTtQcV0VH1BCzC95D8zWhWIV7onnADIm79qvsHM_tVgj_svXnovuhA2KGq7LltFKYT8802qfnNv28_Dkcyqc6JQO-_C6DImnecsIZJjd6v1tsIMIam-t7mMlh/s200/IMG_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247204206206936882" border="0" /></a>Yes let's see we have<br /><ol><li>a baby spoon</li><li>a table spoon</li><li>a butter knife</li><li>a bottle opener</li><li>a large sharp knife (that by the way does not cut through metal)</li></ol>Beautiful I know! So here's why I have so many sophisticated okay stupd tools. I used the bottle opener to try to pry open the can one crack at a time, when it would only do part of it without ripping the can apart I then tried to cut in between the pried pieces. When that didn't work I tried to use a butter knife to get the lid to flip back a little but again no luck! So then I tried to spoon it out and eventually grabbed a baby spoon and pushed it out through the 2nd whole. Genious I know, that is what you're all thinking, right? I'm sure it's what you'd all do, right?<br />So here is the can after I'd won the battle.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNx-Car8M_ke4HxMmOggn_9aK2dVuMNkcjg9Y4o0mlgGCEO2qFv4JdbhSlOXdSrHk2OVut0hBLSSylr5jt_KGz-Y3T-VnbbZKA1wgk_kJCNLBQnt1J-3fdfV7kOEOP47lLZeHyivmYY4fz/s1600-h/IMG_0006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNx-Car8M_ke4HxMmOggn_9aK2dVuMNkcjg9Y4o0mlgGCEO2qFv4JdbhSlOXdSrHk2OVut0hBLSSylr5jt_KGz-Y3T-VnbbZKA1wgk_kJCNLBQnt1J-3fdfV7kOEOP47lLZeHyivmYY4fz/s200/IMG_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247205345150924306" border="0" /></a>Doesn't it look like it lost?<br /><br />and here is my lovely pumpkin in the bowl after the battle<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsHXF-i72tzVs2fXSBuw5DHDtRGZ3vhBCD3usWQzGAdynPI6NO4Q7Vijcj-w3Hl4yFlbXjqKpaV1zLNby9uTL5OJaq31uhBYJIimgnJXOvJAlatPDaLNlVn7c06R4rVzzEoS1g8TUBiQkh/s1600-h/IMG_0007.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsHXF-i72tzVs2fXSBuw5DHDtRGZ3vhBCD3usWQzGAdynPI6NO4Q7Vijcj-w3Hl4yFlbXjqKpaV1zLNby9uTL5OJaq31uhBYJIimgnJXOvJAlatPDaLNlVn7c06R4rVzzEoS1g8TUBiQkh/s200/IMG_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247207760066678002" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So after I battled the pumpkin I was on to the best part, putting the dough in the bread pan and cooking it. Okay so that's not quite the best part but we're getting closer. I read the instructions and realized it would take me over an hour to cook the bread but only 20 minutes to make muffins and since my boys wanted these for their after dinner snack I figured I'd go with muffins.<br />So after all that, here is the final result, worth all the effort. mmmmmmm yum!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3pHipAIEve09vHrl_xQrgzV9Tdqf47nO4bPaQTedZFAG_fihmto5SfzA3zfcEAlMZswI4_NgC3a2LCZN5p58g7gkKi2Lpg5zj2f3lhGBSL8sOtT86Ra7SYfEcbM5Ate58xTMq6iSXHhZa/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3pHipAIEve09vHrl_xQrgzV9Tdqf47nO4bPaQTedZFAG_fihmto5SfzA3zfcEAlMZswI4_NgC3a2LCZN5p58g7gkKi2Lpg5zj2f3lhGBSL8sOtT86Ra7SYfEcbM5Ate58xTMq6iSXHhZa/s200/IMG_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247206108741409938" border="0" /></a>Not sure I'd make it on the actual show <a href="http://www.fox.com/hellskitchen/">Hell's kitchen</a> but I tell you what this was my own personal version of Hell's kitchen! :)Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05655263852557481802noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710050049395032676.post-62158723732393320312008-09-02T13:38:00.000-07:002008-09-02T13:41:54.650-07:00Through the eye's of a 4 year oldSo I went to workout this morning and after I picked my boys up from the child care center we were sitting on a couch in the hallway. My son looked down at my crossed legs and started rubbing my thigh and then his eyes got big and he said, "mom you sure are fat!" I looked up at him and said, "no I'm not." He looked up at me and said, "Mom take a look you really are fat!" What a boost of self esteem I tell you! I just about took the boys back into the child care center and went back upstairs to workout. Lucky thing I am in pretty good shape and know I'm not at all fat but still thought it was pretty funny! No matter what I told him he just thought I was being ridiculous because couldn't I just look and see that my leg was so fat!Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05655263852557481802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710050049395032676.post-1696924535147230882008-08-28T08:53:00.000-07:002008-08-28T09:31:37.213-07:00Meet puppy!Meet puppy!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGyp0tDbamFLRTqso-yyZEU4E7ytMUHVvWfLEQVlVjlimlh89lFIyjr1IYyqv845nmV5BGijX49kggMSDyxRSTIbG-F6t1PhhXsTb4IiMCzltAlWqdFqKUkITgcaV3VmBnRCLEe9mg4yDW/s1600-h/IMG_0134.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGyp0tDbamFLRTqso-yyZEU4E7ytMUHVvWfLEQVlVjlimlh89lFIyjr1IYyqv845nmV5BGijX49kggMSDyxRSTIbG-F6t1PhhXsTb4IiMCzltAlWqdFqKUkITgcaV3VmBnRCLEe9mg4yDW/s200/IMG_0134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239598141130548066" border="0" /></a><br />We've had this little guy for just over a month now and are really enjoying him. He's such a sweet little guy and so mellow for a puppy! He's pretty smart too, well except for this little incident<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9yJknIsfrzbTDjoVVCFLJnrVZ_c3MgJWlLfhGz4NC-mK7yuLqtU1SK9geLo59nW620C0yoVZ8jRZibSdEbdGPPYwA-1ip3fnuSgD0CeF7mQJiBINVJEKinpw8fBems7PHKMs-P2QV_s6i/s1600-h/IMG_0102.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9yJknIsfrzbTDjoVVCFLJnrVZ_c3MgJWlLfhGz4NC-mK7yuLqtU1SK9geLo59nW620C0yoVZ8jRZibSdEbdGPPYwA-1ip3fnuSgD0CeF7mQJiBINVJEKinpw8fBems7PHKMs-P2QV_s6i/s200/IMG_0102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239598901371872594" border="0" /></a>where he tried to fit through the fence and ended up with his front leg and head on one side and his rear end and other 3 legs on the other. We ended up having to unscrew the board on the fence to get him out! <br />Here is a video of Tyce playing with puppy. Aren't puppies so much fun, well except for the house training and chewing part but other than that look at the cutie!<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyhjK4f3NfE6Ke_WCqQaViBgr6IHzYyKbvFktWhbBM_6HdhSMc1sNPSEdYVu7wu5qDTrhXrHEx_CDVoGAQDew' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05655263852557481802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710050049395032676.post-86804961448608886822008-08-26T21:14:00.000-07:002008-08-26T21:29:03.959-07:00Works for me WednesdayYeah <a href="http://rocksinmydryer.typepad.com/shannon/2008/08/works-for-me-gl.html">WFMW</a> is back!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz3dxEt53q6HI6EJbNG-vAEMvbZndFSKGZuVmcGXfqxUYC5kHowg9i2_Co4X_b_sBJ-gVDBOe45S46Q45UH9jDYdrs6sY6Q_8yawp1sj0FTpfSFSuxz8x8WJkXx-7WL83CtT3nfInG4491/s1600-h/miracle.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz3dxEt53q6HI6EJbNG-vAEMvbZndFSKGZuVmcGXfqxUYC5kHowg9i2_Co4X_b_sBJ-gVDBOe45S46Q45UH9jDYdrs6sY6Q_8yawp1sj0FTpfSFSuxz8x8WJkXx-7WL83CtT3nfInG4491/s200/miracle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239049634336901058" border="0" /></a><br />Well school has begun and that means earlier mornings, which in my house means cranky kids! I love the summer months when we all can sleep in and stay up late! Well I get really tired of telling my son 50 bigillion times to find your shoes, get your backpack, or brush your teeth only to be pulling him out the door to get there just in time for the bell to ring yelling, "hurry hurry!" I would end up dropping my son off totally frustrated and then feeling bad leaving him because he had had a rushed morning where his mom ended up yelling at him to "hurry up!" He'd be frustrated because he was trying hard and then he'd be mad that we couldn't walk because we were so late.<br />Well do I have the solution for this! I mentioned it in my <a href="http://moreestrogenplease.blogspot.com/2008/08/family-moments-monday.html">Monday post </a>but thought I'd wait to go on and on about it for this post. It's called the <a href="http://www.childrensmiraclemusic.com/">Children's Miracle Music</a> and it is just that a complete miracle. The website seems kinda cheesy but really it works so well. I've been using it for a couple weeks now and I heard about it from a friend who's been using it for 2 years and yes it still works. My friend has left a <a href="http://www.childrensmiraclemusic.com/testimonials/">testimonial</a> on the site along with others and it really is as good as they say!<br />I put the CD in the CD player before my kids wake up and it plays soft music to wake them up, then it has a ladies voice that comes on and tells them good morning and they start the game. They end up making their bed, getting dressed, showering, brushing teeth, eating breakfast, clearing dishes, putting pj's away, fixing hair, and doing a job (act of kindness) each morning in about 40 minutes with a smile. I really just sit back and watch or help when I'm asked. They are so excited to do everything because when they earn 100 points (about 12 per day) they get to pick the place and go on a date with one parent. It's fun because I get to take my son out with just him and listen to all the fun things he has to say. I feel so much better with it because I drop my son off at school knowing I didn't tell him to hurry once and I wasn't frustrated because he was ready in plenty of time with a happy attitude and excited because he was all the closer to his date.<br />I tell you it's a genius idea and totally worth the $30. That's right it's only $30, I'm amazed at the product and wish I'd found it sooner!Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05655263852557481802noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710050049395032676.post-83881986651489893832008-08-25T19:37:00.000-07:002008-08-25T19:53:26.435-07:00Another reason you know you should have stayed in bed this morningSo I just cannot believe huns luck these past few days (if you didn't read my last post about his luck click <a href="http://moreestrogenplease.blogspot.com/2008/08/can-you-believe-this.html">here</a>) and so I had to share what happened this morning with you all.<br />I was upstairs with my boys eating breakfast when I hear a loud crash in the basement. It sounded like hun had crashed the ironing board while ironing a shirt (yes he does iron since I am not a fan of it, bonus points for him huh?). He yelled up to me and so I ran downstairs only to find him in the bathroom completely naked with the shower door shattered in pieces all around him. He couldn't really move because the floor was covered in glass. He ended up getting a big cut on his foot, hand, and stomach but luckily no stitches. He said he was just shutting the shower door not yanking it or anything. Here is a look at all the glass<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfSVpCpQz4vN9ppeihWdn2q07-peIFD2YRnspMaa4oULavy2rLzD7ODDF4R2TKvuWPW5qpj6HYkaeEF0ZBV4yfuzwR2ww19XD0QyiW8tTAqt_RGjikDYT8dfSnMpPsI4dNJJ_qrH81IHgt/s1600-h/IMG_0059.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfSVpCpQz4vN9ppeihWdn2q07-peIFD2YRnspMaa4oULavy2rLzD7ODDF4R2TKvuWPW5qpj6HYkaeEF0ZBV4yfuzwR2ww19XD0QyiW8tTAqt_RGjikDYT8dfSnMpPsI4dNJJ_qrH81IHgt/s200/IMG_0059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238651227057241554" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1eI0Oj3CSMghT_orsIydEe6Ba-YgdJlw8ZiHgBxb9W7hTJaJsgl2dz-wbn9hnAqbCnLZ2-ziHkSeansdM5qhdUTi8IXO7edwpk_TvTyESQgkDc_z0xc5LBqDV1Qk17t_zrlARa_x0-LTi/s1600-h/IMG_0057.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1eI0Oj3CSMghT_orsIydEe6Ba-YgdJlw8ZiHgBxb9W7hTJaJsgl2dz-wbn9hnAqbCnLZ2-ziHkSeansdM5qhdUTi8IXO7edwpk_TvTyESQgkDc_z0xc5LBqDV1Qk17t_zrlARa_x0-LTi/s200/IMG_0057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238651484932174050" border="0" /></a><br />I didn't even realize those doors were actually made of glass. I guess it makes sense but the people who built this house and lived here before we bought it were very cheap in everything they put in so I would think they would have put in some cheap plasticy (nice word huh) crap but apparently they forked over the $300 for these doors. I would have never guessed they cost that much but now that we have to replace them I'm quickly finding out.<br />This morning we locked the bathroom door so that everything could dry out before we tried to clean it up. When hun got home from work he took the broom down and ended up sweeping up more than a garbage can full of glass, I could not believe all the places it had ended up.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFkZX5wZsLBAoTiHsLgsBBf0swigqZOgN3p-dsFYAwN3XZ6F52PSzKOm_ypjkxeT1SWG1l3kRdS348HZNZzS5_HwPN93Qanxz05m8ZClOuODRDom7ECvCiSDxwJR8uBL5h6CF-JMbOrZd6/s1600-h/IMG_0061.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFkZX5wZsLBAoTiHsLgsBBf0swigqZOgN3p-dsFYAwN3XZ6F52PSzKOm_ypjkxeT1SWG1l3kRdS348HZNZzS5_HwPN93Qanxz05m8ZClOuODRDom7ECvCiSDxwJR8uBL5h6CF-JMbOrZd6/s200/IMG_0061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238652376774975074" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCZEwsvQ6eCjvdER3a_GznqnhRv6l7tDche8u-G3STted_Mw3aDygYmuZNQFEqG1kUZuHzQHmknd1p0SLn08nhYqIcS0M4IezGJH1z-EzPCO7ZoEse9Bxz3wkgy0-hi2Fl9HzzgKBY-8rg/s1600-h/IMG_0060.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCZEwsvQ6eCjvdER3a_GznqnhRv6l7tDche8u-G3STted_Mw3aDygYmuZNQFEqG1kUZuHzQHmknd1p0SLn08nhYqIcS0M4IezGJH1z-EzPCO7ZoEse9Bxz3wkgy0-hi2Fl9HzzgKBY-8rg/s200/IMG_0060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238652642539914162" border="0" /></a><br />When I told hun I was going to go get my camera to take pictures he turned to me and said, "Why? Are you going to put this on the blog as yet another reason you know you should not have gotten out of bed this morning." He knows me oh so well since that was exactly my plan. Well I guess I'm off to go look for a new shower door!Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05655263852557481802noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710050049395032676.post-30172341077866969512008-08-23T16:30:00.000-07:002008-08-25T08:27:38.681-07:00The importance of working together<a href="http://rappleyefam.blogspot.com/2008/08/extended-family.html">Family Moments Monday</a><br />Have you noticed lately how little kids know about work? It's concerning to me since my parents taught me how to work yet my baby sister (9 years younger) moved in with my oldest sister (9 years older) when she was 16 years old and had no clue. One night my two sisters were cleaning the kitchen together and my older sister said, "okay I'll wash the dishes, you rinse the dishes." My older sister started washing the dishes and they began to pile up in the opposite sink when my younger sister picked one up and looked cluelessly (is that a word?) at my sister and said, "So do I just get the bubbles off these or what?" Imagine my older sister having a really good laugh at this point. My youngest sister was 16 years old and had never rinsed a dish in her life. Of course after living with my oldest sister for 2 years she learned quickly. Needless to say it made a great point for me of making sure I teach my children how to clean. So for a great Family Moments Monday I have decided to have a BBQ with my boys and then as a family pick up the yard together. It's amazing how much younger children are willing to help if you just give them the opportunity and make it fun. My boys are more likely to clean if I'm right there by their side helping them out than if I just tell them to go do it on their own. I think it's really important to teach our children to work and Family Night is a great time to get started. During the day my boys and I like to turn on music and see if you can get an entire room or floor or whatever cleaned before the song is over. As a side note, I do this with my kids in the morning (<a href="http://www.childrensmiraclemusic.com/">Children's Miracle Music</a>) and it is a fabulous stress free way to get your kids ready and out the door with a smile on their faces and at the same time teaches them responsibility. So look around your house or yard and see what needs to be done and then get the family together for dinner and after the dishes are cleared put your work gloves on, turn the music up and have at it!Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05655263852557481802noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710050049395032676.post-80342701811377640182008-08-22T10:11:00.000-07:002008-08-22T10:46:38.642-07:00The bigger picture<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAAjvNkJjINqyxVc8VSIY-n2XGUaFz9WdFngh979wMC9pQD6ry9UNSSDM5ICygtu_NHXi_L1YBxlPBxTEJIUjJT8Nm21ZfOgHuY6phHIR3zHX9TQhw_fn0IT1gIJS4jFqiC5ABvXc0GhJ8/s1600-h/school.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAAjvNkJjINqyxVc8VSIY-n2XGUaFz9WdFngh979wMC9pQD6ry9UNSSDM5ICygtu_NHXi_L1YBxlPBxTEJIUjJT8Nm21ZfOgHuY6phHIR3zHX9TQhw_fn0IT1gIJS4jFqiC5ABvXc0GhJ8/s200/school.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237397904186993682" border="0" /></a><br />Is there some unwritten rule that when you enter the 2nd grade you must turn from loving school to spouting off comments like, "<span style="font-style: italic;">I hate school, I don't want to go today"</span> or <span style="font-style: italic;">"School is so boring, I don't even like it." </span> Or when they return from school and like a good mom you ask, "Honey, how was school today?" only to get a response of, "Dumb!" So I follow up, with a smile of course, "Well what did you do today that was so dumb?" response, "Nothing!"<br />Seriously, where did this come from? It's been nearly a month since Spencer started 2nd grade and last week on the way to school he said, "Mom I don't even want to go to school today because it's spelling test day and I don't like spelling tests." Really? In 2 years there have only been 3 tests that he hasn't gotten 100+% on, but apparently, yep you guessed it, "<span style="font-style: italic;">They are boring!"<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMApSTsh-otFskSii88GV7tBSsSeLfphuR-6KNuH1cspKYD8kAhKmEH5vA-QalssxB2aubVXCivmrxeEyQvZtrr8gHNijFkUb8OuB-uDH5rKIj3bqhlPgQ4qQN2F4AcB-urrdyLuU3eUIa/s1600-h/schoolkids.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMApSTsh-otFskSii88GV7tBSsSeLfphuR-6KNuH1cspKYD8kAhKmEH5vA-QalssxB2aubVXCivmrxeEyQvZtrr8gHNijFkUb8OuB-uDH5rKIj3bqhlPgQ4qQN2F4AcB-urrdyLuU3eUIa/s200/schoolkids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237398016939253250" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br /></span>I have to say I was starting to get concerned but thought with a little more sleep and a little time maybe things would get better. Well, yesterday he told me that he's starting to like 2nd grade because he was the first one to finish his word search. He went on to tell me that at first 2nd grade was so fast but now he's getting the hang of it because he's getting really fast.<br />I guess it's like everything in all of our lives aren't most of us resistant to change? When we have done something before and therefore know what we are doing we feel confident, we are creatures of habit and new things can be scary. Four years ago when we moved to this neighborhood I have to admit I was a little scared of the unknown. Would I fit in with the people at my new church? Would my children have friends here like they did in our old house? How would my children adjust? I remember sitting in church almost crying when my son turned to me and said "Mom I don't like it here, I miss my friend Colby, can we move back to our old house?" I felt so bad since I was sitting there feeling alone too.<br />Fast forward four years and I can't imagine living anywhere else. I love it here! I love the people at church, love my neighborhood and love where we live. We are so close to the mountains that it's just a short drive away yet we live close to the city so we have all those conveniences as well. Spencer found a new best buddy that he plays with several days of the week, they attended preschool together and have been in the same class in Kindergarten, 1st, and 2nd grades. Tyce is the same way, not long after we moved in another family moved in with a little girl his age and they hit it off immediately, when they were almost 3 years old they would leave the family meeting at church hand in hand and walk to their class. How cute it that? and except for a few moments like <a href="http://moreestrogenplease.blogspot.com/2008/07/boys-little-or-big-i-still-dont-get-it.html">these</a>, they get along great and love to play!<br />So I sit here typing feeling blessed knowing that even though we are afraid the Lord sees a much bigger picture and even when we are scared he helps us with what we need and helps us to find happiness.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWcjTXkVUKyQTmvQI1HR5zGiB9VCxtGNfUs1GPxWDzfqPeh4l6uSmDfm3R5q7iHril5ZoMGZcNbdjwvPHhmt_tjwWiHjN5lVrnMwI4iW2clBht-vaV9YbIoVVvQfRO9PLh2YJnkvlsSwxV/s1600-h/boyss.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWcjTXkVUKyQTmvQI1HR5zGiB9VCxtGNfUs1GPxWDzfqPeh4l6uSmDfm3R5q7iHril5ZoMGZcNbdjwvPHhmt_tjwWiHjN5lVrnMwI4iW2clBht-vaV9YbIoVVvQfRO9PLh2YJnkvlsSwxV/s200/boyss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237398938018362194" border="0" /></a>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05655263852557481802noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710050049395032676.post-66903661997625930292008-08-13T16:26:00.000-07:002008-08-13T16:44:22.077-07:00Can you believe this?The other morning I walked outside and this is what I found<br />(Take note of how far up on the curb the car is, that's how my husband parks it so there is hardly any of the car on the road, yet someone managed to hit all that was in the road).<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh71Ta8_ggLVqcDqKIODG3foQMmMjPYbiN3bph1agDmuQ4l4d6H5bOxtmaTn6zy3SQks-xP2ExidGfZWCqnSVdE77Hzoo2K77A-BtJO9UvHGQ83DicH2z9nvrQoZ-hH2dJed1O7GiDFiNu1/s1600-h/IMG_0039_2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh71Ta8_ggLVqcDqKIODG3foQMmMjPYbiN3bph1agDmuQ4l4d6H5bOxtmaTn6zy3SQks-xP2ExidGfZWCqnSVdE77Hzoo2K77A-BtJO9UvHGQ83DicH2z9nvrQoZ-hH2dJed1O7GiDFiNu1/s200/IMG_0039_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234151940838452258" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga_waB4JizGY5HZsh5_NI3NosZJ8D6uk8Q-1F8uKX8gAKehuLX8b3gYqo6uKyVke_L7Ov5ah5yi4Ea637HtSesK5ydTwizPRlLJYv5z6Nqea-f3bHx670R_KyVtiu6U4esAeXbFuy_rZho/s1600-h/IMG_0037_2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga_waB4JizGY5HZsh5_NI3NosZJ8D6uk8Q-1F8uKX8gAKehuLX8b3gYqo6uKyVke_L7Ov5ah5yi4Ea637HtSesK5ydTwizPRlLJYv5z6Nqea-f3bHx670R_KyVtiu6U4esAeXbFuy_rZho/s200/IMG_0037_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234151204614409170" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBzrS-YSrAuQJWe6NV8RMqpkgVZcNA9Ai8QIavPkT8pBYWMx-UYCBEnwpN2-QDyWyytcBz4aAnD7P3qe9jOFgSg-Y8wS3q55Vt8eY1Uv1fyfhauLrojDPMK-CVshhNouEojUVB2H7Qbb1B/s1600-h/IMG_0036.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBzrS-YSrAuQJWe6NV8RMqpkgVZcNA9Ai8QIavPkT8pBYWMx-UYCBEnwpN2-QDyWyytcBz4aAnD7P3qe9jOFgSg-Y8wS3q55Vt8eY1Uv1fyfhauLrojDPMK-CVshhNouEojUVB2H7Qbb1B/s200/IMG_0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234150625651309170" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />That's right, my husband's car had been hit in the night while we were sleeping. Now we live on a dead end street with very little traffic especially in the night so I was perplexed by how this happen. Considering he was parked in the north side of the road and the car was traveling east. So the car was on the wrong side of the road and apparently driving super fast since our car was bounced a full car length. Luckily there was a note left on the window. Thank goodness for honest people! When my husband called the number on the note he found out that this number belonged to the newspaper man and he had been delivering newspapers when he plowed our car. Can you even believe that? It was the newspaper delivery man first thing in the morning. That morning my husband got up and said, "I'm pretty sure that if your car gets hit first thing in the morning you should go back to bed." I told him, "I'm pretty sure if you hit someone's parked car that early in the morning you shouldn't have gotten out of bed."Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05655263852557481802noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710050049395032676.post-5297883957494120352008-08-12T14:26:00.000-07:002008-08-12T14:38:42.153-07:00Listening to Bits and piecesLast Sunday in Sacrament Meeting (family meeting) the speaker talked about Peter walking on water. We were sitting in the very back and my children were a little restless so I didn't expect that they had listened to much of it. Apparently Tyce was listening because today while we were looking at pictures of our summer fun on the computer I pulled this picture up of Spencer jumping off the diving board.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbKmWUxqfcuqcL7Hf0ca-1rg9ALFogJ1ilywsbxogkThN1XH1yBClsYa_0uT1kGhbrcjhD7Hix2ucDpdRNxlUfzmhAyXSfulwr9dJFy0N1uGk2uO_fUPBKRwfQLHneE3B-qoZLj02_pLuj/s1600-h/IMG_0031.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 207px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbKmWUxqfcuqcL7Hf0ca-1rg9ALFogJ1ilywsbxogkThN1XH1yBClsYa_0uT1kGhbrcjhD7Hix2ucDpdRNxlUfzmhAyXSfulwr9dJFy0N1uGk2uO_fUPBKRwfQLHneE3B-qoZLj02_pLuj/s200/IMG_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233748522478205794" border="0" /></a><br /><br />When Tyce looked at it he turned to me and said, "What? Spencer knows how to walk on water?"Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05655263852557481802noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710050049395032676.post-79506493241590931912008-08-08T11:03:00.001-07:002008-08-08T11:11:25.043-07:00Yeah the Olympics have finally arrived!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTGYFJR6ddFyq3iiqFDi8DodfTBxB3whtlHCS0bIWgLaScVLoXl4PejHGLsSQrRNzIGGOeTVojIOYPthLSbnmAznQ2F-XFZ2Qsa6RpXBpai3QyH074T8L9qLw6zhXalhTRRmpU8gyBGFHE/s1600-h/rings.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTGYFJR6ddFyq3iiqFDi8DodfTBxB3whtlHCS0bIWgLaScVLoXl4PejHGLsSQrRNzIGGOeTVojIOYPthLSbnmAznQ2F-XFZ2Qsa6RpXBpai3QyH074T8L9qLw6zhXalhTRRmpU8gyBGFHE/s200/rings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232210801628683138" border="0" /></a><br />I'm back! I had so much fun on vacation, I pretty much roasted on the beach every day. The water was so shallow that my boys could all play in it and I didn't really worry much. They all had fun as well and Kaden (2) would wake up every morning and say, "moma wimming wimming." Which if you couldn't tell is his version of swimming! Anyway, enough about that.<br /><br />I LOVE the <a href="http://http//en.beijing2008.cn/">Olympics!</a> That's right, I love every bit of it and am so excited to watch the Olympics this year. So tonight I am having an Olympics party. I have a few different families coming over with their children. We are going to have an international dinner and then play Sonic Olympics on the Wii (one of my favorites) and then watch the Opening Ceremonies. Well at least part of the Opening Ceremonies since it's like 4 1/2 hours long I'm not sure the little kids will be up for all of it!<br />Anyway, I'm so excited about it but wanted to check in and say hello but I have to run as I need to get my house ready and my food cooked! I have other things I want to post but they'll have to wait until tomorrow or Monday. Happy Olympics watching!Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05655263852557481802noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710050049395032676.post-2650097428442993742008-07-31T09:07:00.000-07:002008-07-31T12:45:46.616-07:00Now that can't be comfortable<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />I'm headed to the beach for the weekend. Yahoooooo! That's right just me and the beach, okay so not just me I'm taking my kids and meeting up with my parents and sisters and their families. I'm so excited since I will get to see my cute little (oh wait did I say little because I swear the chic was 20 lbs by 6 months) niece! Which reminds me of all the other times I've been at the beach with cute little girls and doesn't it always seem like their swimsuits end up stuck up their little fanny? It always makes me laugh as I watch the mom's running over to help them adjust their suit and they are thinking, "mom leave me alone can't you see I'm busy building a sand castle here, quit bugging me!"<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">Well being the mother of 3 boys I have just the opposite problem, yep instead of worrying that their swim suit is riding up I'm worried about the low riders. You know they look like little hoodlems with there pants down around their thighs where they can hardly walk and in Kaden's (2) case he has the swim diaper sticking out the top. Here are a few pictures of what I'm talking about.</span><br /></span><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnr4qxoN_zr8q1nitnZGf9tMkg2eu3h1eW600KpfK6hBQ4m910r6QzsU_n0JEQjwN5qqqYOFpQ7oS13vmM9tCbTr4Vx2gPT-t6UD9VFfXbh9eOtgRGnjGvhXZE6Q5JNm32eDgD-3aOYJAL/s1600-h/IMG_0195.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 208px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnr4qxoN_zr8q1nitnZGf9tMkg2eu3h1eW600KpfK6hBQ4m910r6QzsU_n0JEQjwN5qqqYOFpQ7oS13vmM9tCbTr4Vx2gPT-t6UD9VFfXbh9eOtgRGnjGvhXZE6Q5JNm32eDgD-3aOYJAL/s200/IMG_0195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228098819965469986" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFKNKXnHyQUmee_T5xeNJCBgDrxhoasQLfNR9bgNz7p-RLRpDsjFQWlkWfVc7DcNgrKkaTxLrhX2mxjOxNg1ZwSYEkmZt1MwEu-4fUzJf0OgLaoMms-kl5P1DFTG6CC0kAlO-XqUKwBSCW/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 223px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFKNKXnHyQUmee_T5xeNJCBgDrxhoasQLfNR9bgNz7p-RLRpDsjFQWlkWfVc7DcNgrKkaTxLrhX2mxjOxNg1ZwSYEkmZt1MwEu-4fUzJf0OgLaoMms-kl5P1DFTG6CC0kAlO-XqUKwBSCW/s200/IMG_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228099186363747394" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br />On that note wish me luck keeping my boys pants and not coming home looking like a <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">lobster</span>! Ahhhhh I can't wait!<br /></span>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05655263852557481802noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710050049395032676.post-15431286818166700392008-07-30T13:26:00.000-07:002008-07-30T13:48:00.942-07:00Voluntarily, Optional School supplies<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxDvyF3hKAMWnqBys_1wxVATzePJqu307UiMxlCUoTVygczZyAXu-8muYqT6Gz1MgqbpdHmXfdJlzI3oAAnkaztqv1by8L3qL4deTtUjdEmiA28AbyiyW_JUIMBztvb7Pu0ccN9tmqmv8V/s1600-h/markers.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 187px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxDvyF3hKAMWnqBys_1wxVATzePJqu307UiMxlCUoTVygczZyAXu-8muYqT6Gz1MgqbpdHmXfdJlzI3oAAnkaztqv1by8L3qL4deTtUjdEmiA28AbyiyW_JUIMBztvb7Pu0ccN9tmqmv8V/s200/markers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228910002376497426" border="0" /></a><br />So school started this last Monday around here! Ya I know it's so super early and it snuck up on me, I was not at all prepared. We ended up running out Saturday night to get a backpack and a lunch box. We also had to go to get Spencer's haircut for school since it was obvious his mom had been neglecting him in the haircutting area! :)<br />In the state where I live the school is supposed to provide everything for the students (pencils, crayons, etc.) and it is covered in taxes. Well Spencer came home the 2nd day with the following note.<br /><br />We are happy to have your child in 2nd grade! The following items are used by students in the 2nd grade. We encourage you to <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >voluntarily</span> provide these items if possible. We have found that some of these items the children enjoy using at school and having as their own.<br />*Pencils<br />*Pencil Box<br />*Scissors<br />*Tissues<br />*Band-Aids<br />*Back Pack<br />*Glue<br />*Glue stick<br />*Colored pencils or markers<br />*1" three ring binder<br />Please remember that these items are <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">optional!</span></span><br /><br />I had to laugh as I read the note since they've asked that I voluntarily (have to say that but really I mean bring them as soon as possible) provide these items because "children enjoy having them as their own."<br /><br />Spencer asked me, "Mom why do you need all that stuff anyways."<br />I told him, "well, because some kids enjoy having them as their own."<br />He said, "I don't really care if I do" and then he walked away.<br /><br />That's right he doesn't really care. I just thought it was funny that they made sure to let you know that it was "voluntary and optional" because they have to tell you that. I am more than happy to provide these items for my son because I know if I don't it will end up being the teacher who pays for the supplies. Just thought it was amusing and worth sharing.Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05655263852557481802noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710050049395032676.post-6819852763040911112008-07-28T08:42:00.000-07:002008-07-28T22:09:54.320-07:00Mother Nature has a tantrumI have been enjoying summer and especially now when all the flowers are in bloom<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwBjZi419nKCRoqdHSKL1keD2Cn9D8SP_nHp06uo9Z7mfwNCwdyiBesJh8zt3ggbaV0iHEIPdGDECbs-N-qH7zLFKGg9OiJMeRyOnQiYgyveokunb4Bs9aBe2QyxsK5tVTEbQxq-1s7kok/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwBjZi419nKCRoqdHSKL1keD2Cn9D8SP_nHp06uo9Z7mfwNCwdyiBesJh8zt3ggbaV0iHEIPdGDECbs-N-qH7zLFKGg9OiJMeRyOnQiYgyveokunb4Bs9aBe2QyxsK5tVTEbQxq-1s7kok/s320/IMG_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228091634246065522" border="0" /></a>the garden is growing, the tomatoes are starting to ripen, squash is looking good, my corn is growing, and well the pumpkins and watermelon are trying. It's hard to see in this picture but trust me on this one, it is looking good! *S*<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3KI9f-0eWbthybPFJPPAlPZP-5B0ZSp8fRB6_aQaKgx_QjzywPPWFqmoLS9Vb-tbpoaTDTeSifYvbv1lHJPCFkon-V7Y0FFk2S_4kgtDf0_yKxWe1QekJqSR_zcIbWgmgY5qiNZUwTBHP/s1600-h/IMG_0004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 178px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3KI9f-0eWbthybPFJPPAlPZP-5B0ZSp8fRB6_aQaKgx_QjzywPPWFqmoLS9Vb-tbpoaTDTeSifYvbv1lHJPCFkon-V7Y0FFk2S_4kgtDf0_yKxWe1QekJqSR_zcIbWgmgY5qiNZUwTBHP/s320/IMG_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228092325780863138" border="0" /></a>The kids are playing outside in the water and on the slip-n-slide. I even went out and slid a few times with them myself. I should have made a video of that as it would have been worth watching! :) Take note of the trees still standing in the background.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGtUku72CV0wASdn0o88t-Z4JI5QkA-QyiL7KpyZRvWOacl1Fwe4vRSQd7eyOXLYj8gaoZgnlMnC74XjNFGdP_klVN1JtaKmndXFG2yinK8DASMPJEAxUCgIPTjM4XEBlSi2Pcv2-zSqpU/s1600-h/IMG_0003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGtUku72CV0wASdn0o88t-Z4JI5QkA-QyiL7KpyZRvWOacl1Fwe4vRSQd7eyOXLYj8gaoZgnlMnC74XjNFGdP_klVN1JtaKmndXFG2yinK8DASMPJEAxUCgIPTjM4XEBlSi2Pcv2-zSqpU/s200/IMG_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228093000892167106" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"> </span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> And Then The Wind Started to Blow and . . . . . . . . . . </span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">well that garden I've worked so hard on. . . . . it now looks like this<br /><br /></span></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifuFjVOC6t_64Xny0Kk46_RFClzX7nKz2Crs3tHlOnWk1Akw_lKNmUtWSGBuKCCP4i0uw3p5BxkbDl07c5Bc6XlKT-IqKulcnokYN6kly6aCz1hSF43wXBLw_gSGgoGCKIEMk5-uYipq0U/s1600-h/IMG_0036.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifuFjVOC6t_64Xny0Kk46_RFClzX7nKz2Crs3tHlOnWk1Akw_lKNmUtWSGBuKCCP4i0uw3p5BxkbDl07c5Bc6XlKT-IqKulcnokYN6kly6aCz1hSF43wXBLw_gSGgoGCKIEMk5-uYipq0U/s200/IMG_0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228094281514107090" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">yes that's right my corn blew right over on top of the rest of my plants and it refuses to stand back up no matter how hard I try (sounds like parenting my 2 year old).</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7sUeFljDU_nd531iWS2pMEMXMwybfgZkYxDozc90_kwv7RwuPgOb8u_wFvD7IbmYdQMq5d7VpWNjtsYHH1PAHMytBEsTXLRTTn5cjFuYvkj4YkSeJ3L755oZEYxdUxYousyqwCFNlXbT-/s1600-h/IMG_0037.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7sUeFljDU_nd531iWS2pMEMXMwybfgZkYxDozc90_kwv7RwuPgOb8u_wFvD7IbmYdQMq5d7VpWNjtsYHH1PAHMytBEsTXLRTTn5cjFuYvkj4YkSeJ3L755oZEYxdUxYousyqwCFNlXbT-/s200/IMG_0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228095063152689762" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig-m-m3oAf3N1NzQptPnFojbMUwCwV6lQB7zFvh_1vSfNR1ayMEw7JNqfwP099QcrHSCihU_TPFlvIKRJZisb-1s40lSVMLVYtoghX6IvA7KBm06zM5pFBXTd2BW8IcQNo9h3Lg3KdJBkT/s1600-h/IMG_0038.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig-m-m3oAf3N1NzQptPnFojbMUwCwV6lQB7zFvh_1vSfNR1ayMEw7JNqfwP099QcrHSCihU_TPFlvIKRJZisb-1s40lSVMLVYtoghX6IvA7KBm06zM5pFBXTd2BW8IcQNo9h3Lg3KdJBkT/s200/IMG_0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228095441025842690" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">and then if that wasn't bad enough the wind came crashing threw my yard and took out what was left of our tree. This poor tree has gone piece by piece but alas it is gone. We are left with a gap in our landscape and a large stump that we just aren't sure what to do with. Any ideas?<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05655263852557481802noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710050049395032676.post-48760149464934328492008-07-27T21:05:00.000-07:002008-07-27T21:18:53.060-07:00Family Moments Monday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGznbxq6eWdDlLHBTqjofAlNdg5lchhLbNM3B2wJ2xGEEAguJx8PSPm_dqasnTxhuOZUOKbAq9xEBz8T5D7_oLXpLAFu2OryMzAjt3F2HuivaVYDOdKV-iSsxLqRysr6ePHXQ7kzR_5iGN/s1600-h/cookie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGznbxq6eWdDlLHBTqjofAlNdg5lchhLbNM3B2wJ2xGEEAguJx8PSPm_dqasnTxhuOZUOKbAq9xEBz8T5D7_oLXpLAFu2OryMzAjt3F2HuivaVYDOdKV-iSsxLqRysr6ePHXQ7kzR_5iGN/s320/cookie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227912919135420274" border="0" /></a><br />I have always felt that it was important to thank people for everything.I love making little homemade thank you cards for people I love. I send them out to thank people for doing something nice for me or for one of my children. I send them out when I appreciated a lesson given in church or just to let someone who is having a hard time know that I'm thinking about them. My mom always encouraged me to be thankful and I am trying to pass it on to my children as well. So here is one way I try to teach them.<br />I have each of my boys (ages 7, 4, and 2) sit down at the counter and draw a picture of what they have learned form their teacher at church (or whoever), my 7 year old can write so he'll write a sentence about his favorite thing about the person. We then make some kind of treat together, cookies, brownies, rice krispies or in a pinch we just use a bag of candy bars. Then we attach the picture and the treat and we take them to their teachers houses to let them know how much we appreciate them. The teachers love to see the kids and it's always nice to get a thank you just because and to have a little picture to tell them what they love. I hope that this has helped my boys be grateful for people and taught them a little about making sure we thank others and at the same time it's been fun!<br />Check out more Family Moments Monday at <a href="http://rappleyefam.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-activities-for-dad.html">Motherhood for Dummies.</a>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05655263852557481802noreply@blogger.com3