tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12172884628596403822024-03-05T12:27:59.899-07:00Atkinson AttitudeKristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08414507523156632612noreply@blogger.comBlogger114125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217288462859640382.post-86282859332189236942015-10-13T19:53:00.001-06:002015-10-13T19:53:07.710-06:00So, it was driver's license renewal time. New one came in the mail today. Jenna inspected it and asked why in the world I would say yes to being an organ donor. I answered that (although the alternative is creepy) it seems pretty selfish to me to keep my organs if I am not using them. Tyler joined the conversation and said that the idea of someone taking your eyes out is disgusting. I said it didn't have to be eyes, maybe someone is dying of heart disease and needs a heart. He thought about it for a minute then said, "That's even more weird. They would end up loving people they don't even know." I think I would love Tyler even if I didn't know him :)<br />
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<br />Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08414507523156632612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217288462859640382.post-78557880407122228562015-07-27T07:55:00.000-06:002015-07-27T07:55:48.319-06:00Two and a half years later....Today is Tyler's first day of fourth grade! His favorite color is green (still,)his favorite movie is Aladdin, his favorite food is chili cheese dogs, although ice cream, pizza and soda are close seconds. Ty is one of the tallest kids in his class (56".) He loves all things electronic, Scooby Doo, soccer, basketball and swimming. The most recent Tylerism: We went to a park a few weeks ago and Jenna fell and cut up her legs. I told her to wash them off in the sprinklers then we could clean them up when we got home. Ty asked if he could run through the sprinklers and I told him no because it was secondary (canal) water. We got home and we were making dinner. Ty was standing by the sink with me so I flicked some water at him. He yelled, "EW, why are you flicking me with secondhand canoe water?!?!" I absolutely adore this energetic, thoughtful, intelligent, handsome son of mine!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg5IV6JgRY_v3pdliDHIPnx4kF6NCmKENJ6a7p9DVqYzWqCbY1G2DaRGQ1g255-7yUqFLqFdogydMu3X5BMAk6HDeWF6SQ5p_DwudEkiieyP-l5nyIq73J2cZiro0OxVsNLGNPLVX9cg8/s1600/20150727_075037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg5IV6JgRY_v3pdliDHIPnx4kF6NCmKENJ6a7p9DVqYzWqCbY1G2DaRGQ1g255-7yUqFLqFdogydMu3X5BMAk6HDeWF6SQ5p_DwudEkiieyP-l5nyIq73J2cZiro0OxVsNLGNPLVX9cg8/s400/20150727_075037.jpg" /></a></div>Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08414507523156632612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217288462859640382.post-21731413803547458462013-03-21T06:58:00.000-06:002013-03-21T06:58:22.070-06:00Easter - all about the eggs...What Was In Jeremy’s Egg?<br />
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Jeremy was born with a twisted body and slow mind. At the age of 12 he was still in second grade, seemingly unable to learn. His teacher, Doris Miller, often became exasperated with him. He would squirm in his seat, drool and make grunting noises.<br />
At other times, he spoke clearly and distinctly, as if a spot of light had penetrated the darkness of his brain. Most of the time, however, Jeremy irritated his teacher. One day, she called his parents to come to St. Theresa’s for a consultation. As the Forresters sat quietly in the empty classroom, Doris said to them, "Jeremy really belongs in a special school. It isn't fair to him to be with younger children who don' t have learning problems. Why, there is a five-year gap between his age and that of the other students!"<br />
Mrs. Forrester cried softly into a tissue, while her husband spoke. "Miss Miller," he said, "there is no school of that kind nearby. It would be a terrible shock for Jeremy if we had to take him out of this school. We know he really likes it here."<br />
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Doris sat for a long time after they left, staring at the snow outside the window. Its coldness seemed to seep into her soul. She wanted to sympathize with the Forresters. After all, their only child had a terminal illness. But it wasn't fair to keep him in her class. She had 18 other youngsters to teach, and Jeremy was a distraction. Furthermore, he would never learn to read and write. Why waste any more time trying?<br />
As she pondered the situation, guilt washed over her. "Heavenly Father," she said aloud, "here I am complaining when my problems are nothing compared to that poor family! Please help me to be more patient with Jeremy!" <br />
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From that day on, she tried hard to ignore Jeremy's noises and his blank stares. Then one day, he limped to her desk, dragging his bad leg behind him. "I love you, Miss Miller," he exclaimed, loud enough for the whole class to hear. The other students snickered, and Doris’ face turned red. She stammered, "Wh-why that's very nice, Jeremy. N-now please take your seat."<br />
Spring came, and the children talked excitedly about the coming of Easter. Doris told them the story of Jesus, and then to emphasize the idea of new life springing forth, she gave each of the children a large plastic egg. "Now," she said to them, "I want you to take this home and bring it back tomorrow with something inside that shows new life. Do you understand?"<br />
"Yes, Miss Miller!" the children responded enthusiastically - all except for Jeremy. He just listened intently; his eyes never left her face. He did not even make his usual noises. Had he understood what she had said about Jesus' death and resurrection? Did he understand the assignment? Perhaps she should call his parents and explain the project to them. That evening, Doris' kitchen sink stopped up. She called the landlord and waited an hour for him to come by and unclog it. After that, she still had to shop for groceries, iron a blouse and prepare a vocabulary test for the next day. She completely forgot about phoning Jeremy's parents.<br />
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The next morning, 19 children came to school, laughing and talking as they placed their eggs in the large wicker basket on Miss Miller's desk. After they completed their math lesson, it was time to open the eggs. <br />
In the first egg, Doris found a flower. "Oh yes, a flower is certainly a sign of new life," she said. "When plants peek through the ground we know that Spring is here." A small girl in the first row waved her arm. "That's my egg Miss Miller," she called out. <br />
The next egg contained a plastic butterfly, which looked very real. Doris held it up. "We all know that a caterpillar changes and grows into a beautiful butterfly. Yes, that is new life, too." Little Judy smiled proudly and said, "Miss Miller, that one is mine!"<br />
Next, Doris found a rock with moss on it. She explained that moss, too, showed life. Billy spoke up from the back of the classroom, "My Daddy helped me!" he beamed.<br />
Then Doris opened the fourth egg. She gasped. The egg was empty! Surely it must be Jeremy's, she thought, and of course, he did not understand her instructions. If only she had not forgotten to phone his parents! Because she did not want to embarrass him, she quietly set the egg aside and reached for another.<br />
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Suddenly Jeremy spoke up. "Miss Miller, aren't you going to talk about my egg?" Flustered, Doris replied, "But Jeremy - your egg is empty!" He looked into her eyes and said softly, "Yes, but Jesus' tomb was empty, too!"<br />
Time stopped. When she could speak again, Doris asked him, "Do you know why the tomb was empty?" "Oh yes!" Jeremy said, "Jesus was killed and put in there. Then His Father raised Him up!"<br />
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The recess bell rang. While the children excitedly ran out to the school yard, Doris cried. The cold inside her melted completely away.<br />
Three months later, Jeremy died. Those who paid their respects at the mortuary were surprised to see 19 eggs on top of his casket, all of them empty.<br />
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Even though we explain the real reason for celebrating Easter to our kids every year, I think this story might be the best way for each of us to understand. I think our eggs will be empty this year. <br />
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Happy Easter!Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08414507523156632612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217288462859640382.post-44559194986762534742012-12-05T13:01:00.001-07:002012-12-05T13:01:38.948-07:00When it rains, look for rainbows.When it is dark, look for stars.<br />
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I took a pregnancy test on November 20. I know, tubal ligation = no more babies. But, the test was positive. And, so was the second one. I was mortified! Then, elated. Looking at baby name websites one minute and hyperventilating over age differences the next. <br />
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I didn't feel fantastic the following Monday and thought since I was about six and a half weeks along that I better get checked. I called the doctor's office and explained the situation: Tubes tied six years ago, pregnant now. The assistant yelled into the phone, "OH MY G.., That gives me high blood pressure." You and me both! <br />
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I was able to schedule an ultrasound and visit for the next day. Tuesday morning the kids and I were up and ready and Dave had just left for work, when a sharp pain started radiating through my abdomen. Debilitating pain. Incapacitating pain. Rilie called Dave and told him he needed to turn around, come home, and take me to the ER. <br />
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We had already considered the fact that this might be an ectopic pregnancy, but until the doctor confirmed that the pregnancy was tubal and had ruptured, I had hope. <br />
Now instead of worrying about c-section recovery and Rilie graduating high school when the baby started kindergarten, the fear was for my life. I was bleeding internally. Enough that the urgency and panic in the ob/gyn's voice was clear. Surgery now. I am kind of fuzzy on the details, but it went well (I lived.) <br />
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A week later. I am recovering physically. Not as sure emotionally. It is strange how much you can want and love someone you have never met. <br />
Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08414507523156632612noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217288462859640382.post-6927854244291250982012-10-23T11:23:00.001-06:002012-10-23T11:23:46.981-06:00*She's Twelve* <b>I can't believe it either!<i></i></b> <br />
We thought Rilie was going to be a boy. Her name was going to be Brayden. Then came the ultrasound:<br />
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Happy Happy Birthday Tiny!<br />
Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08414507523156632612noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217288462859640382.post-20694865620218162802012-07-11T18:23:00.003-06:002012-07-11T18:52:25.923-06:00Reflection...In June, Dave and I celebrated our 14th anniversary. Rilie will turn 12 in October. Jenna will reach double digits in April. Ty will be in first grade (learning french) at the beginning of the school year. <br />
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I told Ty on the last day of kindergarten that he was a baby the day before and he would be getting married tomorrow. He didn't appreciate my exaggeration of time passing, and told me I was crazy. <br />
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Some days I look at my blessings (and no, I don't ALWAYS think of them that way) and wonder what I have been doing the last twelve years of my life. I have ulcers worrying about the heartaches, heartbreaks, and mistakes that they will have to endure. <br />
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But, for today, I want to think about some great times that we have had.<br />
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- Starting with a couple of shots from our last year (2004)on the house boat with Ericksons.<br />
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Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08414507523156632612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217288462859640382.post-49302006338040823142012-05-08T17:46:00.000-06:002012-05-08T17:46:24.847-06:00Easter, Birthdays and Soccer, Oh My!I know, I know, all of my blog posts start out this way. Here is a little catch up.
Nana's Annual Easter Egg Hunt was held, sans Nana. Sad. That is all I am going to say.
The kids had a bunch of fun.
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Easter morning I made a pathetic attempt to copy a breakfast I saw on pinterest. If you can identify it, more power to you!
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Jenna turned nine the day after Easter. She gave her cake request to Tiff. The girl is amazing!
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Instead of a birthday party Jenna wanted to go bowling. The kids had Jenna's birthday off from school so we loaded up, grabbed Gavin and off we went.
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Next up was Ty's birthday. He wanted a Batman and Robin cake with superhero cupcakes. Leave it to Tiff.
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What a ham this kid is! Just looking at this picture makes me laugh.
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Tyler wants to go miniature golfing for his birthday, but we haven't had a good day yet... When we do, I am sure we will pick up Ethan, then let the competition begin.
We are so lucky that Becky's family lives just across the park and that the kids are all the same ages. These two are in the same kindergarten class, the same primary class, and on the same soccer team.
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Tyler made a penguin bag in class, we didn't just leave him out.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9x8jflNS9sC-TFAqAnDMVR0HJGN_JaegRUuU0QMUeeXIW8J0Cc0gMcKpygpXn0WZ7Dn3O53vGUA7060Gg915zZ9UrYMKz1X51B7tl40jbe7rdGUtHqOQrpyjV-xWOF7HJKW0xuPYTLdA/s1600/0212+002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9x8jflNS9sC-TFAqAnDMVR0HJGN_JaegRUuU0QMUeeXIW8J0Cc0gMcKpygpXn0WZ7Dn3O53vGUA7060Gg915zZ9UrYMKz1X51B7tl40jbe7rdGUtHqOQrpyjV-xWOF7HJKW0xuPYTLdA/s400/0212+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709101248440858770" /></a><br />One o'clock church on Sunday has forced us to get creative in keeping the kids busy all morning. These are the projects the girls made this last week. I know what you are thinking, but, I made Ty a tic-tac-toe board so he wasn't excluded.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm8SXYFVduN5EysYwyv4B-iC_uf8il72l39iH_iLZCeQMLWui1INlTFWRBQdaLI5nhZA3V_zUaSXBtxK1SUmqd-ZwIBOtxcRLVBFZLgQRhEVmVgZKPP_FMQ1CgYfwzXqGQ_1Dgbp3Bi_A/s1600/0212+001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm8SXYFVduN5EysYwyv4B-iC_uf8il72l39iH_iLZCeQMLWui1INlTFWRBQdaLI5nhZA3V_zUaSXBtxK1SUmqd-ZwIBOtxcRLVBFZLgQRhEVmVgZKPP_FMQ1CgYfwzXqGQ_1Dgbp3Bi_A/s400/0212+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709101651835942002" /></a>Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08414507523156632612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217288462859640382.post-77474222073127746962012-02-10T07:45:00.002-07:002012-02-10T07:53:41.946-07:00P. S. to the Rilie-ismThe science fair was yesterday. Jane and I were asked to judge one of the classes. No, not James' and Rilie's, all was on the up and up. The teachers each chose eight finalists from their class and then we had to score those projects. Fifth Graders (or their parents) are pretty creative. We had a great time and then we were done. No more science fair this year. Or so I thought. A few hours later, in the door walks my own creative fifth grader. She took first place for her class and James took third. If we don't think of some way to sabotage her project she will be heading to BYU. Oh, the horror! Great Job Rilie and James!Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08414507523156632612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217288462859640382.post-11578849279229600112012-02-06T08:02:00.006-07:002012-02-06T15:23:19.650-07:00Two Tales From Tyler and a Rilie-ismI was approached by a neighbor (who I don't know very well) and he said he had a story to tell me. I cringed. He said the story was about Tyler. I let out a deep sigh. He said the story was so good that he had already told it to a bunch of family and friends. Oh Boy! <br />Nate has a son Kade who is in Ty's primary class. Nate was a substitute teacher for the class and overheard Tyler and Kade teasing each other. That week seven girls and only three boys were there. So the five-year-old insults were along the lines of - How many girls are there in class today (then pointing at each other,) one, two, etc. <br />Okay, I thought, this isn't too bad.<br />Then Nate said Ty turned to him and said, "Hey Kade's Dad, why are you wearing a pink tie?"<br />Nate replied, "Because I like pink."<br />Ty repeated the question, "Hey Kade's Dad, why are you wearing a pink tie?"<br />Again, "Because I like pink."<br />Tyler made sure everyone was listening and said, "Hey Kade's Dad, where's your prom dress?"<br />He he he. That's my boy. It could have been so much worse.<br /><br />Tyler Tale number two.<br />(This is not a recent picture. Just the first documented case of Tyler's slovenly ways.)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqcKgWfDHkXZWNIIDdXJCnF8I2Eo8llzj_KpgXdPFohQpcZyqBDLoWLMm271uDKogC7bTNA3ZWWOtfeIPWjs_gF_E9-2bHWX1NbXHyPNu5i2fQI3jkaCEMfI7epZ_ldUpZnYEosxXKltc/s1600/Kids+258.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqcKgWfDHkXZWNIIDdXJCnF8I2Eo8llzj_KpgXdPFohQpcZyqBDLoWLMm271uDKogC7bTNA3ZWWOtfeIPWjs_gF_E9-2bHWX1NbXHyPNu5i2fQI3jkaCEMfI7epZ_ldUpZnYEosxXKltc/s400/Kids+258.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706149633771173122" /></a><br />I, being the good mom that I am, made Ty his favorite lunch of grilled cheese sandwiches and orange juice. We had the individual bottles of Tropicana. What a treat! Tyler ate his lunch quickly and finished by guzzling down his orange juice. When he finished there was a huge dark purple mark (like a milk mustache, but almost black) above his upper lip. Ty is no stranger to walking around most of the day with food all over his face. So I asked him if he had a cupcake or other treat at school. He hadn't. I took a closer look. In his hurry to finish his orange juice he had sucked the bottle so hard he gave himself a hickie. A bruise above his lip. Oh well, I thought, it's Tyler, probably no one will notice. Wrong! Rilie walked in the door from school a little later, took one look at Ty and said, "He looks like he has a 'Hitler Mustache' what happened to him?" <br />Nice. My five year old walked around for a week looking like one of the most hated men in history.<br /><br />And a Rilie-ism.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_G4byMv_B5YW7zF5L9TFi3fLLpWJnS8RcJATSZJ-kkaGG1_PPQ-jYkIXWMR6YZdejs-BQE-aMI2LbipWibmDv6dyAtu6QWqdjpFojV_my11N225HEQbXnMeUtUF-CNpdim8DQX41MA-w/s1600/rilie+science+fair+2012+016.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_G4byMv_B5YW7zF5L9TFi3fLLpWJnS8RcJATSZJ-kkaGG1_PPQ-jYkIXWMR6YZdejs-BQE-aMI2LbipWibmDv6dyAtu6QWqdjpFojV_my11N225HEQbXnMeUtUF-CNpdim8DQX41MA-w/s400/rilie+science+fair+2012+016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706046130916553570" /></a><br />Rilie and I came up with an easy idea for her science fair project, did the bare minimum and whammo - free time on Super Bowl weekend. Yesterday, Jane, who's son James is in Rilie's class was telling Ri that they would have to go home after the game and get to work. Rilie asked Jane what James' project was on. Jane replied that it was nothing complicated enough to win anything. Rilie's comment to that was, "Oh, that's okay. If you win you have to go down to BYU for the next round." Way to go Ri! Although maybe it would have been better received by a Utah fan instead of a die-hard BYU allum.Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08414507523156632612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217288462859640382.post-68602005737805081402012-02-02T15:05:00.004-07:002012-02-02T15:38:13.794-07:00Our family was lucky to be able to spend so much time doing so many fun things together in December. <br /><br />We got to see Jenna in an "in studio" dance performance. She outshines me in so many ways. Her talent as a dancer is just one.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiok7HPaShLlufKJhk_QJ8EhB-81AoO7scA_vRC4kHgUs81bhv0Pvj3sXZ9B3bnhc_mdpwhLrWqVvumxWgMUv-ZR4lsdA3_HanEckktltmRtmyRJ_tI8doX90sHAhyphenhyphenPaYYL8hIQXiZJRWQ/s1600/2011-2012+004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiok7HPaShLlufKJhk_QJ8EhB-81AoO7scA_vRC4kHgUs81bhv0Pvj3sXZ9B3bnhc_mdpwhLrWqVvumxWgMUv-ZR4lsdA3_HanEckktltmRtmyRJ_tI8doX90sHAhyphenhyphenPaYYL8hIQXiZJRWQ/s400/2011-2012+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704663751994545362" /></a><br /><br />Rilie did a book talk - a super involved book report - where she dressed up as Ms. Wellington from School of Fear (one of her favorite books.) She was mortified at the thought of being seen in her costume by anyone other than classmates, so I obligingly drove her to school. I talked her into letting me put on the finishing touches in the hallway before we reached her class. All was well until a class of sixth graders happened by. For Rilie it was like living a nightmare. I, being the adult, having ALL of my embarrassing moments behind me (ha ha) thought it was hysterical. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyDPgSeUvCw1jes6eTuHuk-8p0Il3EnVB9N2Co5-q3uLacJpMakstI4AC4Lvz93cm9OqrxZOOfKU7dsw_qDUzT1_Xf0pVa0XaMiHFZHCTV0s8wS8R7PzRzlCshAxLtWPtMehlah9fzC1k/s1600/2011-2012+006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyDPgSeUvCw1jes6eTuHuk-8p0Il3EnVB9N2Co5-q3uLacJpMakstI4AC4Lvz93cm9OqrxZOOfKU7dsw_qDUzT1_Xf0pVa0XaMiHFZHCTV0s8wS8R7PzRzlCshAxLtWPtMehlah9fzC1k/s400/2011-2012+006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704664409279799442" /></a><br />(You can tell by her face in the picture that she is thrilled I am documenting the occasion.)<br /><br />We also went to Temple Square to see the lights with my parents and Becky's family. We went on Gavin's birthday, so after his party ie... stuffing myself with cake and ice cream, we went to the Lion House for dinner. How do I always end up forgetting the camera when we do something that would have resulted in pictures as fantastic as the memories we made?!?<br /><br />Last but certainly not least was Christmas Day. I must confess that Christmas Eve with family, games, food, endless soda, and all of the anticipation is actually my favorite.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv3pF980FEjqnrCfv3nVtCTHEyoxoZHGz3o4BkJPh4iuS9jyEZjierf0AAiRFBe245ov-_nLP06BIQOXsGlNmsiFYgq0K_OMG7QyIChrmwKjpviSgdo-6S6sZHaq7K9Vo1a-n0uC_PkQM/s1600/2011-2012+044.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv3pF980FEjqnrCfv3nVtCTHEyoxoZHGz3o4BkJPh4iuS9jyEZjierf0AAiRFBe245ov-_nLP06BIQOXsGlNmsiFYgq0K_OMG7QyIChrmwKjpviSgdo-6S6sZHaq7K9Vo1a-n0uC_PkQM/s400/2011-2012+044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704665902475222402" /></a>Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08414507523156632612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217288462859640382.post-81593106349925395372012-01-24T12:25:00.004-07:002012-01-24T12:56:54.474-07:002012?!?Some things that happened to our family in 2011 are:<br /><br />*We went on a super fun trip to Yosemite-San Jose-San Francisco.<br />*Jenna got baptized.<br />*Dave is in a new position with Cintas - and it has been a huge blessing to our family.<br />*I hit my year mark at work and still love it!<br />*Our family lost two fabulous matriarchs (and we miss them every day.)<br />*My sidekick traded in his time card for a back pack and started kindergarten.<br />*The kids started at a new school and are on a traditional schedule - the jury is still out whether we like it or not - three months off this summer will tell. <br />*Rilie had a soccer tournament in St. George and did great.<br />*We got to go to Disneyland for Christmas. It was fantastic.<br />*We got to see Karl & Kim more this year than ever (lucky them!)<br /><br />2011 had it's ups and downs. We hope that 2012 will be filled with good times, family, friends, and happiness.Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08414507523156632612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217288462859640382.post-28669765706180673722011-12-09T16:47:00.011-07:002011-12-09T17:41:10.506-07:00-CaTcH Up-It has been a flurry of activity around this mad house! <br /><br />Ty lost his first tooth. He cried when the dentist (my boss) pulled it out. NOT because it hurt, no, because, "I chew with that tooth."<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhye_znwEePWkFO50W2FuIB4TEsW60c__ZhjVSlSbZ0hTGAMKin3Ycdj1GEBeqHtXjuYngsJmYg8jsLllStI3EoXhcHvtb8FjoQwaC5V-qcZ2DcGGgUvfX3my7C-3FKQAkU5NGcthYzri0/s1600/October-December+2011+494.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhye_znwEePWkFO50W2FuIB4TEsW60c__ZhjVSlSbZ0hTGAMKin3Ycdj1GEBeqHtXjuYngsJmYg8jsLllStI3EoXhcHvtb8FjoQwaC5V-qcZ2DcGGgUvfX3my7C-3FKQAkU5NGcthYzri0/s400/October-December+2011+494.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684280332313420082" /></a><br /><br />Rilie had a soccer tournament in St. George. She and her team did so great! (Doesn't she look fantastic in her goalie stuff?!?!)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilfRMYpoKjxeVTa6ad0hKXQEElI26iimsGcWKeUl2I8siE9UjWft1O6QdywFjR2RNQl6v7cghNpfx87ncto6LbnsaEoUJSGIvasuM-j1452__3ELqvXGF1ysQw5twJGzRenBDw30V7DE0/s1600/October-December+2011+496.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilfRMYpoKjxeVTa6ad0hKXQEElI26iimsGcWKeUl2I8siE9UjWft1O6QdywFjR2RNQl6v7cghNpfx87ncto6LbnsaEoUJSGIvasuM-j1452__3ELqvXGF1ysQw5twJGzRenBDw30V7DE0/s400/October-December+2011+496.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684281000695574786" /></a><br /><br />Dave had his second experience with kidney stones. SO much fun for everyone! Sorry no pictures of that one.<br /><br />Two days after Dave's emergency surgery and five days after we got home from St. George off to Disneyland we went.<br /><br />The absolute biggest Christmas Tree I have ever seen!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6fpDeP34S4Q3t7levzqd_fi8si2JdYr1ol1SJWBjJ1z-AFOvhhybSBXnkjvVp6UEs_-VjOKuHk7bFSMR6ymItK1vsDDN1LNI__50bOyeDco9f9T_aMtsGCeHq3HSpoXCUFeFzpBAEZ_o/s1600/October-December+2011+522.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6fpDeP34S4Q3t7levzqd_fi8si2JdYr1ol1SJWBjJ1z-AFOvhhybSBXnkjvVp6UEs_-VjOKuHk7bFSMR6ymItK1vsDDN1LNI__50bOyeDco9f9T_aMtsGCeHq3HSpoXCUFeFzpBAEZ_o/s400/October-December+2011+522.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684288723420915858" /></a><br /><br />Even Disneyland is more fun at Christmas time. (No one ever showed Dave how to make a face.)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHYRlbjd4Ev_M0Mfr5T2bnN6fv4p3JBwOnRD7FLYl7AM19PqgOKPEzXlVott2dxpG57NdiQiNJOAH-F8FsVPFvq-pEpmZK35QhHIv7AOQfM1N7VmBtQWeyjyB1MSPo20Acjr1MebvABzI/s1600/October-December+2011+573.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHYRlbjd4Ev_M0Mfr5T2bnN6fv4p3JBwOnRD7FLYl7AM19PqgOKPEzXlVott2dxpG57NdiQiNJOAH-F8FsVPFvq-pEpmZK35QhHIv7AOQfM1N7VmBtQWeyjyB1MSPo20Acjr1MebvABzI/s400/October-December+2011+573.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684286350387121922" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl9N2cqH6RFCRcXTpgdaAZQEuAPLZ_LhAGk055YIG7a0f0gvNEs9EmpWFBHbs89Ibb5xCcQf_xkU1O7_PHM4Ph1KbgxuaSsZ2GlDGdOI0Hyx2m7UhzadDE1MHaOmsncePq9T93NvS5F2o/s1600/October-December+2011+622.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl9N2cqH6RFCRcXTpgdaAZQEuAPLZ_LhAGk055YIG7a0f0gvNEs9EmpWFBHbs89Ibb5xCcQf_xkU1O7_PHM4Ph1KbgxuaSsZ2GlDGdOI0Hyx2m7UhzadDE1MHaOmsncePq9T93NvS5F2o/s400/October-December+2011+622.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684289625092388066" /></a><br /><br />After all of the running around we have been doing the last little bit - we hope to do more of this -<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEEoD6BaODtPRJbCwmAVZcpgAHVNdEA02R6-feIlX2ps9QgZQLpk2Hi-L78JPkYLht1FKJCy-fo1vwHBjStfX8jXRoRto8Un3OTyRqLG0UZ6a3DDXyyWyfKLRZe3v8ialD5rNeDP4mFHc/s1600/October-December+2011+548.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEEoD6BaODtPRJbCwmAVZcpgAHVNdEA02R6-feIlX2ps9QgZQLpk2Hi-L78JPkYLht1FKJCy-fo1vwHBjStfX8jXRoRto8Un3OTyRqLG0UZ6a3DDXyyWyfKLRZe3v8ialD5rNeDP4mFHc/s400/October-December+2011+548.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684290181107351954" /></a><br />Merry Christmas to all - and to all a GOOD NIGHT!Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08414507523156632612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217288462859640382.post-41577629242135631002011-11-06T16:56:00.004-07:002011-11-06T17:06:22.049-07:00BiRthDaY FuNSome Pics from my favorite Eleven-(yes 11)Year-Old's Birthday <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoCmFuz4zTsapZRDsnAjdXntOkMmzeW7_74lFNtDBQr-F5IEhKRnKJfPbvN4HCKdEwx8jBeb8Ov7FH0JG_X42Yx_d76hLWoyznLzeCx5buPekOSw3zFiXR5AyQTFHtWbVGIN8MY4ZzjgE/s1600/fall2011+003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoCmFuz4zTsapZRDsnAjdXntOkMmzeW7_74lFNtDBQr-F5IEhKRnKJfPbvN4HCKdEwx8jBeb8Ov7FH0JG_X42Yx_d76hLWoyznLzeCx5buPekOSw3zFiXR5AyQTFHtWbVGIN8MY4ZzjgE/s400/fall2011+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672036756007623906" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtkWcy-bzvQZuSijU7rqImRQUuwxGfEGKmV7aJHSHj2qe65vS3LDdRm-NrapZ0rA26hsrUOCnciFpnpPyYbBbE7Z6o0-dSH0YyJqaFZhrrqkpWLSvLyKyb6A9U7k62ZY1BHEFWhFoqchQ/s1600/fall2011+007.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtkWcy-bzvQZuSijU7rqImRQUuwxGfEGKmV7aJHSHj2qe65vS3LDdRm-NrapZ0rA26hsrUOCnciFpnpPyYbBbE7Z6o0-dSH0YyJqaFZhrrqkpWLSvLyKyb6A9U7k62ZY1BHEFWhFoqchQ/s400/fall2011+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672037288085461586" /></a><br /><br />RIster is my voice of reason and typically the peacemaker in our home. She is truly a delight to be around. She shares my love of reading. She loves animals of all sorts (even little brothers.) I love this girl with all my heart!Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08414507523156632612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217288462859640382.post-33137267374092687812011-11-06T16:53:00.002-07:002011-11-06T16:55:57.083-07:00HapPy HaLLoWeeN!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ6XtbjvgG_7uVS8t1cY9q2SmvSx2dIs8kwhJYw9L0598OUtCu7LGRibb6X5HsCBbfn1xMjLF9EiOoStnQVQqEsS60WnXt1CC1KyXe0qV4flR4Avp75E29VxzkupeUOW3mFUNQT2i67qk/s1600/fall2011+032.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ6XtbjvgG_7uVS8t1cY9q2SmvSx2dIs8kwhJYw9L0598OUtCu7LGRibb6X5HsCBbfn1xMjLF9EiOoStnQVQqEsS60WnXt1CC1KyXe0qV4flR4Avp75E29VxzkupeUOW3mFUNQT2i67qk/s400/fall2011+032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672035785456761170" /></a>Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08414507523156632612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217288462859640382.post-62678542975258249962011-10-20T11:03:00.005-06:002011-10-20T11:16:20.731-06:00SuRpRisE BrEaKfAsT Pj PaRtyRilie couldn't decide if she wanted a soccer friend party, a neighborhood friend party, or to have Audrey come over and party. Mean mom that I am, I told her she took too long to decide and that she couldn't have a party at all. Meanwhile, I called a few of her friends' moms and asked them to bring their daughters to meet us at Kneaders this morning for a Pajama Party. <br /><br />Rilie was so surprised! She wasn't even too mad that I made her wear her pj's in public. Thanks everyone for making this so fun and special!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOFW3ZcOuiCQbv5GqntsSMWDs8tg7KZCHm9HmJvLzz0SqoF4tqaTfarDRBjU_2gxW-55o2tovMqZy8BxqqScfAJIjy5XoDTwoMrnEb-G-sjLXhLhnCu01QNibMbleMzOGFRgbvdq_kwJM/s1600/HalloweenBirthday2011+004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOFW3ZcOuiCQbv5GqntsSMWDs8tg7KZCHm9HmJvLzz0SqoF4tqaTfarDRBjU_2gxW-55o2tovMqZy8BxqqScfAJIjy5XoDTwoMrnEb-G-sjLXhLhnCu01QNibMbleMzOGFRgbvdq_kwJM/s400/HalloweenBirthday2011+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665623267585661490" /></a>Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08414507523156632612noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217288462859640382.post-45024546554725954172011-10-20T10:56:00.002-06:002011-10-20T11:02:06.189-06:00CreAtiVe KiDAt our last Activity Days (lucky me I get to be with Rilie) we gave the girls a pumpkin, set out markers, ribbon, string, yarn, buttons, stickers, google eyes, etc... and set the girls loose. <br /><br />Now, I may be a bit prejudice, but Rilie's was the absolute cutest!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd3cfGdIb22z6oAUdHtBQFXCMrZ-N0ytHeuO-1iH9zX48ipLvuSZ2oqARehyw8V1nGwn9mHneu24_hOl8W22u-ZVEdYA4xJPO7oHSFxXmzUviA1wUXjN6l2jlPJ6d9Bw3KdCJxAQjUQI0/s1600/HalloweenBirthday2011+008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd3cfGdIb22z6oAUdHtBQFXCMrZ-N0ytHeuO-1iH9zX48ipLvuSZ2oqARehyw8V1nGwn9mHneu24_hOl8W22u-ZVEdYA4xJPO7oHSFxXmzUviA1wUXjN6l2jlPJ6d9Bw3KdCJxAQjUQI0/s400/HalloweenBirthday2011+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665619931268836834" /></a>Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08414507523156632612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217288462859640382.post-54884584212781968962011-10-12T07:40:00.003-06:002011-10-12T07:48:21.894-06:00...I do love a man in uniform - <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA0ZVpcrhjinUcNlG_Ajvc7Ob7NMz8gxWk6_WRLN3M7XU_WIOG_6w4ntoD-QWfk6L5q6bCPmNYJnhqvQT2t5SasgzFzHZHWlYQSxQvrKc_O5pB-ptqM-cyv3kUHTKL-TkrAKPRKTZBYgA/s1600/fall2011+010.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA0ZVpcrhjinUcNlG_Ajvc7Ob7NMz8gxWk6_WRLN3M7XU_WIOG_6w4ntoD-QWfk6L5q6bCPmNYJnhqvQT2t5SasgzFzHZHWlYQSxQvrKc_O5pB-ptqM-cyv3kUHTKL-TkrAKPRKTZBYgA/s400/fall2011+010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662601198074441954" /></a><br />(even when he barely tolerates me taking his picture.)<br /><br />Dave got a new position at work a few months ago and he officially starts TODAY!<br />His new job has longer hours, is five days a week instead of four and he is back to salary. Wait... Why am I so excited!?!?Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08414507523156632612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217288462859640382.post-84456731599409715322011-10-11T08:05:00.001-06:002011-10-11T08:06:10.147-06:00YaY DaVe!Hooray for today! Pictures (and explanation) later.Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08414507523156632612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217288462859640382.post-82429482250826252622011-10-04T12:23:00.005-06:002011-10-04T12:53:56.462-06:00LoSt<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFN09BBp2rcL-rq5emPfHs-ENsLw2yc_5QJj5I78mXerCeZhTiXgwaBNtrdSJo14Ce_yXn7-voXpgQpnTHIlaypIRXY3UjwBHKrPGhspkMAtoTO-f-xEwPvFZ10i2qKq6jWJoLK4Ye-_8/s1600/Kids+365.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFN09BBp2rcL-rq5emPfHs-ENsLw2yc_5QJj5I78mXerCeZhTiXgwaBNtrdSJo14Ce_yXn7-voXpgQpnTHIlaypIRXY3UjwBHKrPGhspkMAtoTO-f-xEwPvFZ10i2qKq6jWJoLK4Ye-_8/s400/Kids+365.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659707855596746770" /></a><br />I have been a blog slacker. But, this time it was for a good reason. I am still not able to look at my post from June (it breaks my heart every time I think of Nana,) and on September 18th my Grandma passed away. Her husband passed away in November and I think she couldn't stand to live without him. We will miss her so much. I would have put more pictures on but my tears are blurring my vision. Love you Grandma!Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08414507523156632612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217288462859640382.post-40243218627951896962011-09-07T13:12:00.011-06:002011-09-07T14:14:06.689-06:00FrOm SidEKiCk To KinDerGarTNerI am so lucky to have a boss that understands how important family is, and doesn't mind that I bring Ty to work with me. Ty considers himself gainfully employed. It only made sense to have a retirement party for him yesterday. He decided that we needed Wendy's for lunch and pictures of the last day of working as a sidekick.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMmR6quJ62Mznz0b8W2zVfcpBdNVM9__fqV9ExjhZyNyCB6ukk7lN19ljhKyb1zPuICg5IHJO0-V7dfZS7S266JqHECuBhBdBqIkSzgggajorrpkWrxOXQ1b-XmKSVCLH_Kr_UKmxRydw/s1600/KINDERGARTEN%2521+006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMmR6quJ62Mznz0b8W2zVfcpBdNVM9__fqV9ExjhZyNyCB6ukk7lN19ljhKyb1zPuICg5IHJO0-V7dfZS7S266JqHECuBhBdBqIkSzgggajorrpkWrxOXQ1b-XmKSVCLH_Kr_UKmxRydw/s400/KINDERGARTEN%2521+006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649702827532258770" /></a><br /><br />Me, "Ty I am going to be so sad to come to work alone."<br />Ty, "Mom, you won't be alone, Al is here."<br />Me, "True, but she's not as cute as you."<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjByQuxro_rCO3kUFL_7GvFjY673vg9oKWOOVvTjfggUYmWcl-za4I69napNMjmY9Db9dGJc71FxZU-kz2Oy8eNXZD4AfUJrw9Kdte7N_noGFZSOAU6IJN6NuUvI22A5jqBPziYzPh5opI/s1600/KINDERGARTEN%2521+007.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjByQuxro_rCO3kUFL_7GvFjY673vg9oKWOOVvTjfggUYmWcl-za4I69napNMjmY9Db9dGJc71FxZU-kz2Oy8eNXZD4AfUJrw9Kdte7N_noGFZSOAU6IJN6NuUvI22A5jqBPziYzPh5opI/s400/KINDERGARTEN%2521+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649702305129503042" /></a><br /><br />Me, "Ty what if I cry tomorrow when I see you get off the bus and walk to class."<br />Ty, "Mom you won't cry. That would be sooooo embarrassing!"<br /><br />How could I cry when this is the level of excitement that greeted me?!? <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_XTEAK1eaSbZUznKEZv2l4l5hdrUkNYWE8Ol2ZCfSSjm5hcH5E2OoWa6X39TYnXm-c5K4KVlKqFTe9pDTGDKq_u_HC-Y0v_pjBtOZnJZdOLgxbeOQ6XEsqh6-tmtIdwwKQ4T-eLSVm1o/s1600/KINDERGARTEN%2521+020.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_XTEAK1eaSbZUznKEZv2l4l5hdrUkNYWE8Ol2ZCfSSjm5hcH5E2OoWa6X39TYnXm-c5K4KVlKqFTe9pDTGDKq_u_HC-Y0v_pjBtOZnJZdOLgxbeOQ6XEsqh6-tmtIdwwKQ4T-eLSVm1o/s400/KINDERGARTEN%2521+020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649701668241888210" /></a><br /><br />Two handsome cousins waiting in line to go in to class. (Lucky teacher.)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQGLVaGdjNUycLQFfeEIzN7A6USX-uabGxjTM0woYozrhBOaE06wi3r0lMfxv1-A8qSd1FDA6oPNOWiTOXhzrPe8rFuJSRRQb6pRUQMNHBCKAJtjLwtqLyjxPdeiRsdRSouXTKK8RbOWU/s1600/KINDERGARTEN%2521+023.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQGLVaGdjNUycLQFfeEIzN7A6USX-uabGxjTM0woYozrhBOaE06wi3r0lMfxv1-A8qSd1FDA6oPNOWiTOXhzrPe8rFuJSRRQb6pRUQMNHBCKAJtjLwtqLyjxPdeiRsdRSouXTKK8RbOWU/s400/KINDERGARTEN%2521+023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649701106865757826" /></a><br /><br />After the bell rang a few of us parents went into the school to sneak a peek. The kids that saw their parents were waving and blowing kisses. Not Ty. This is him making the motion and saying, "Shut the door." <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1tGiztT2Tlwe_i9ARq9JB3MNfhBlWOb7vD4fB-7ROGtnTFG4taRHW9yKpqPBkWNnV5BuTQPQCH2jhI4B3ZycYQt08EcNlFxnszhSsbch80MilWSDIPkeENwNAO3Akeoy5vCl-tRlULfw/s1600/KINDERGARTEN%2521+027.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1tGiztT2Tlwe_i9ARq9JB3MNfhBlWOb7vD4fB-7ROGtnTFG4taRHW9yKpqPBkWNnV5BuTQPQCH2jhI4B3ZycYQt08EcNlFxnszhSsbch80MilWSDIPkeENwNAO3Akeoy5vCl-tRlULfw/s400/KINDERGARTEN%2521+027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649700528516902322" /></a><br /><br />Ever since Ty could talk he has called the beautiful Basinger twins "The Baby Girlfriends." I asked him if he was excited to have the baby girlfriends in his class. His reply was, "Yes but let's call them Ava and Addie. Those are their names." <br />I love that he has his arm on Ava's shoulder. When he found out that she broke her arm he offered to do her homework for her. What a gentleman.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQDXVCgsXwfaC5aEGEDhG3lpDt1q30ZAYNuKC7NBKN3Gf-HBb66oQ6o-XBT4uX8nyULRQLethuMW3C-hTdhdOtKgHRaCqvQzs7XaMRRXsLd4bjR8KhjU9PK3T3pWXhj3RSMh-ztKxktY4/s1600/KINDERGARTEN%2521+031.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQDXVCgsXwfaC5aEGEDhG3lpDt1q30ZAYNuKC7NBKN3Gf-HBb66oQ6o-XBT4uX8nyULRQLethuMW3C-hTdhdOtKgHRaCqvQzs7XaMRRXsLd4bjR8KhjU9PK3T3pWXhj3RSMh-ztKxktY4/s400/KINDERGARTEN%2521+031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649699733821915266" /></a><br /><br />Back to the bus. One mohawk height above the rest.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOo4KcTVhE9PgVZrtwTRa-fvg28tJUtec3cPkTthWL15xUovVsg_Gn9xJFGuJah6e7LOJ1WpckwCWSR72mWDYRXdPyZM-WT972prnkIvGRUYekOLb0MezNTwUq3RnmH4u8-P5JiCkJ05A/s1600/KINDERGARTEN%2521+034.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOo4KcTVhE9PgVZrtwTRa-fvg28tJUtec3cPkTthWL15xUovVsg_Gn9xJFGuJah6e7LOJ1WpckwCWSR72mWDYRXdPyZM-WT972prnkIvGRUYekOLb0MezNTwUq3RnmH4u8-P5JiCkJ05A/s400/KINDERGARTEN%2521+034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649699149699163170" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisP2Byz0lV7L8D0UhAZJykAq-gis1EfSMPpJLBj1zAW2FIGa3Sptb_IzZDxR8hlk5-8SuWVepCbRLNOIxeepGJ75J_wztc0XD-5y1ZoCal_Oyi4A4m-HJCX7LRIlmd399Mzi65ZakWZwo/s1600/KINDERGARTEN%2521+035.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisP2Byz0lV7L8D0UhAZJykAq-gis1EfSMPpJLBj1zAW2FIGa3Sptb_IzZDxR8hlk5-8SuWVepCbRLNOIxeepGJ75J_wztc0XD-5y1ZoCal_Oyi4A4m-HJCX7LRIlmd399Mzi65ZakWZwo/s400/KINDERGARTEN%2521+035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649698556603583778" /></a><br /><br />On the drive home Tyler said to me, "Mom I'm sorry there's school again tomorrow."<br />Me, "Why? I thought you liked it."<br />Ty, "I do, but you'll have to be alone again. Maybe you could go play with your friends."<br />Sounds good to me! Who's up for brunch?Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08414507523156632612noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217288462859640382.post-35808671355335450472011-09-01T15:45:00.003-06:002011-09-01T15:51:47.257-06:00BaCK to ScHooL<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQPRqKjSFZ-83aACm7MnLEFHuC5skK5i_b4CaHFcbrPXCwn4OTo4byfLlWhZcLlDXJ_1UCTj3Pf5_3Htc8PItSJ2bc4fUPJKodlNgo46_xQ34d6f1pdEwWzQL1HaZyLOA6HQgdENWOwtQ/s1600/school+2011+005.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQPRqKjSFZ-83aACm7MnLEFHuC5skK5i_b4CaHFcbrPXCwn4OTo4byfLlWhZcLlDXJ_1UCTj3Pf5_3Htc8PItSJ2bc4fUPJKodlNgo46_xQ34d6f1pdEwWzQL1HaZyLOA6HQgdENWOwtQ/s400/school+2011+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647511772800123794" /></a>
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<br />Fifth and Third Grade!
<br />Kindergarten pictures and assessment story next time.Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08414507523156632612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217288462859640382.post-26123508061734647322011-08-29T18:12:00.002-06:002011-08-29T18:19:53.076-06:00WhEn YoU WiSh UpOn A StAr...Friday night Ty and I were sitting in the car waiting for Dave and the girls to pick some things up at the store. Tyler is looking out the window and he says to me, "I wish I could see a shooting star."
<br />Me, "What would you wish for?"
<br />Ty, "To see a shooting star every night so I could keep making wishes."
<br />I am thinking to myself that I have one smart five year old, until...
<br />Me, "What would your second wish be?"
<br />Ty, "To never have to swallow my slobber."
<br />Me, "Hunh. What would your third wish be?"
<br />Ty, "To not have to breathe to stay alive."
<br />Hunh.Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08414507523156632612noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217288462859640382.post-68653593232390677132011-08-25T20:17:00.003-06:002011-08-25T20:23:11.726-06:00QuiCk PiCs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhGCdHG8YrTRArp1D7eWmqlZLLZ7SlVQAXC4-PSy6odv1X1CrqANVWwfemiOtfOtVgEnFYc_kTkfjXYel87spTSqLR_Zfc-lGHUuywudl2LSmDmzvLHdMb8OUqm3UY8FIImY2z1ZwXOEI/s1600/modest+and+modern+040.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhGCdHG8YrTRArp1D7eWmqlZLLZ7SlVQAXC4-PSy6odv1X1CrqANVWwfemiOtfOtVgEnFYc_kTkfjXYel87spTSqLR_Zfc-lGHUuywudl2LSmDmzvLHdMb8OUqm3UY8FIImY2z1ZwXOEI/s400/modest+and+modern+040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644984397474025538" /></a>
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMUQyRdRfJ-VYJUsVTlUMq5lFXlsOeiJqzv_OVr0lZyBbjd5toWzdSvYspt1QWad9AzjuHRA_TYjzxGDNDW-14t4umKgHpll2PU5PhhMcTOSBeykBektbUdgA00Lzb6HYEAxp8IduNHak/s1600/modest+and+modern+039.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMUQyRdRfJ-VYJUsVTlUMq5lFXlsOeiJqzv_OVr0lZyBbjd5toWzdSvYspt1QWad9AzjuHRA_TYjzxGDNDW-14t4umKgHpll2PU5PhhMcTOSBeykBektbUdgA00Lzb6HYEAxp8IduNHak/s400/modest+and+modern+039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644983990321121106" /></a>
<br />This is the bird house my mom and dad built for us. Why oh why couldn't they have passed on some of this talent?!?!Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08414507523156632612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217288462859640382.post-80112778722177940952011-08-22T20:57:00.005-06:002011-08-24T15:56:39.564-06:00CraFtS WiTh ThE KiDsThe monkeys and I had a craft day on Saturday. Ri made the owl to match her room, Ty made the manly lady bug (like in "Bug's Life,") and Jenna made a glittery cupcake, of course.
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<br />Tons of fun to watch the kids express themselves.
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<br />Wood Connection has the cutest ideas for fall. Here is the outcome.
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<br />Jenna and I also finally stained the bird house that my parents made me for Christmas last year. I will post a picture soon.Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08414507523156632612noreply@blogger.com3