tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-226155862023-11-16T01:38:17.519-05:00Heidi's Heart...from the ramblings of my mindHeidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496286961334645616noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22615586.post-75867572095843384042010-04-19T10:45:00.005-04:002010-04-19T11:42:18.193-04:00"Today Was a Fairy Tale"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbQm5lkdsB8G3uVl5iF1X2Qe2Fe0PX2HONjtub3TNBjUb3IAhaeyhjQKJDuyPPZDL8IEThOBDfGLkFn_svLu9rKJTWJcFJsbPZXdUK-1olm3LVxdgg-PG7O1RXNZ9p79AIEVLrvw/s1600/Prom2010+076.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbQm5lkdsB8G3uVl5iF1X2Qe2Fe0PX2HONjtub3TNBjUb3IAhaeyhjQKJDuyPPZDL8IEThOBDfGLkFn_svLu9rKJTWJcFJsbPZXdUK-1olm3LVxdgg-PG7O1RXNZ9p79AIEVLrvw/s400/Prom2010+076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461866607327762818" border="0" /></a>Saturday night was Sarah's Senior Prom!!! In the years past, school dances have been anything but wonderful for Sarah. She either didn't get asked or was asked by someone sweet, but not who she really wanted to be with etc... But this year.... well....this year was a true FairyTale!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit4lM2vMhyphenhyphenHqx6z2FLBkoeM1qXdep-1NKaJKi4i2gVMQzupWRwnR2dfQI17rQmbu9Y9BPX3M9nHf5rI2jknSvzfMvKRLt40wm9l2hMmv3u5I9KIU_5j8_z-JKYsdV6X7j1_e7Kvw/s1600/Senior+Portraits+2010+016.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit4lM2vMhyphenhyphenHqx6z2FLBkoeM1qXdep-1NKaJKi4i2gVMQzupWRwnR2dfQI17rQmbu9Y9BPX3M9nHf5rI2jknSvzfMvKRLt40wm9l2hMmv3u5I9KIU_5j8_z-JKYsdV6X7j1_e7Kvw/s400/Senior+Portraits+2010+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461862578697354178" border="0" /></a>A couple of weeks ago, her best friend and boyfriend decorated her room from head to toe in balloons and streamers to ask her to prom. He was so proud of himself. She was so shocked because he had convinced her that he didn't want to "do the prom thing" this year.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitDcD2wkKSwYT5nvxbqRodO-AxWd7PXV5e_Ttm1iPg21wou9MszvNi69uq0X5F2RnCJBrd5NSjkHmSIItc9PA7zkgQmALuljrmmXtZmgR_byjUyfXDgEXrClnkTVXrF1HmyftPHw/s1600/Senior+Portraits+2010+131.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitDcD2wkKSwYT5nvxbqRodO-AxWd7PXV5e_Ttm1iPg21wou9MszvNi69uq0X5F2RnCJBrd5NSjkHmSIItc9PA7zkgQmALuljrmmXtZmgR_byjUyfXDgEXrClnkTVXrF1HmyftPHw/s400/Senior+Portraits+2010+131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461862585368687282" border="0" /></a>Sarah's response was to send him on a scavenger hunt with many different places and clues. The final answer was frozen in this large chunk of ice. She was waiting for him behind the bushes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1KC9GXiaDJIuMd5r7-7kBnWV9bMxbaazv0tLyRBqxebgv9uMWjg1RuKB5rmsY7I4YE6fxrjZIOpoQYkUXh1R9RBdyDWco1hPaywJr6Kn9NeMrolKR4zjJw_S-s9y8RKxJt_WGgw/s1600/Senior+Portraits+2010+136.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1KC9GXiaDJIuMd5r7-7kBnWV9bMxbaazv0tLyRBqxebgv9uMWjg1RuKB5rmsY7I4YE6fxrjZIOpoQYkUXh1R9RBdyDWco1hPaywJr6Kn9NeMrolKR4zjJw_S-s9y8RKxJt_WGgw/s400/Senior+Portraits+2010+136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461871606154562978" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Then he surprised her by giving her a motorcycle helmet so they could ride together. They had looked at this helmet on Ebay and she was floored that he had ordered it for her.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVJygnrl6fvgsMSQMULr_PyQHN3qed6e7hHOKGdhpycrlRpULUTecCEp7T-dcPn_MOY7sWGdRPXHWuFklMhl1HMqGLXMzrZ05MDuS4eOJ2aWPworlX7AcBtEyLCooPk-yPnLJf9Q/s1600/Senior+Portraits+2010+138.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVJygnrl6fvgsMSQMULr_PyQHN3qed6e7hHOKGdhpycrlRpULUTecCEp7T-dcPn_MOY7sWGdRPXHWuFklMhl1HMqGLXMzrZ05MDuS4eOJ2aWPworlX7AcBtEyLCooPk-yPnLJf9Q/s400/Senior+Portraits+2010+138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461871627983927202" border="0" /></a><br />So the date begins at 9:00 am when he picks her up for a surprise "Day Date" I don't have photo's yet of the day, but they went to the GA Aquriuam. This was an inside joke for the two of them and a fun fun day! They rushed home and got ready for the dance, Beau's mom is super talented and she actually came over and did Sarah's hair for her while Beau was at home getting ready!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu_8wDVLTFilBwE_UcnnYC_kwvO4Npbm_5L6wXf88Tm_7K9-QzpPZfR8Fit1rlzb28KonC88phxUnfjWgy5QK2Lkpnpyi8qM0tGgA1CqxZ7N5Zdo5bNZBACvt-DTEs67XXvVzjsA/s1600/Prom2010+052.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu_8wDVLTFilBwE_UcnnYC_kwvO4Npbm_5L6wXf88Tm_7K9-QzpPZfR8Fit1rlzb28KonC88phxUnfjWgy5QK2Lkpnpyi8qM0tGgA1CqxZ7N5Zdo5bNZBACvt-DTEs67XXvVzjsA/s400/Prom2010+052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461862594103710610" border="0" /></a>We found this sight for pictures just at the front of his neighborhood, it couldn't have been more picture perfect. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMihKHmhiwS8QDGgXo_eMb__2sMDEQiXgO2dK9_8T5bNQJPmbJCNUcPwgrEuVevXbxvVV1tdBXUYbPPvEMji5Uzsc2sF2vdOV_DNoc66tFZNq6nlKoHS8Cl7Y6-JMgKKRC58tMRQ/s1600/Prom2010+084.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMihKHmhiwS8QDGgXo_eMb__2sMDEQiXgO2dK9_8T5bNQJPmbJCNUcPwgrEuVevXbxvVV1tdBXUYbPPvEMji5Uzsc2sF2vdOV_DNoc66tFZNq6nlKoHS8Cl7Y6-JMgKKRC58tMRQ/s400/Prom2010+084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461866592729244530" border="0" /></a>The coursage that he purchased her was OVER THE TOP!!! He had a special process done to the flower that perserved the roses so that they never wilt or die!?!?! Can you believe it? Is this guy too perfect????<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqMqRrulJMMl8diX_E9VJ2YzrPtXvpjpncJRoZ2Tfa4bfpYdyaLntz7wip5jz1Ebe9ke8Lg3XJzLTGi0GNvkvFTqzyFAs2LgHEPNTY7tUKzXFQh1jNhsNMcBwRSC-0Va6oIdZ5AQ/s1600/Prom2010+058.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqMqRrulJMMl8diX_E9VJ2YzrPtXvpjpncJRoZ2Tfa4bfpYdyaLntz7wip5jz1Ebe9ke8Lg3XJzLTGi0GNvkvFTqzyFAs2LgHEPNTY7tUKzXFQh1jNhsNMcBwRSC-0Va6oIdZ5AQ/s400/Prom2010+058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461866584775229234" border="0" /></a>They sped off in Scott's Mustang for Dinner at PF Chang's and then off to a train depot for the dance. It was a wonderful evening for the two of them.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVXnyfwTrARDAKQ-c2PCgjZXX1rBfPpH-gNixmB4AdU30yqkl5rTezF2rbHzTWO0vcKOhDiocBa-bfEASyCD_MujuUk0_wyOEIkejr4rbXCKtrOUix5c_GbB3v9sp6om9G9uIA-Q/s1600/Prom2010+075.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVXnyfwTrARDAKQ-c2PCgjZXX1rBfPpH-gNixmB4AdU30yqkl5rTezF2rbHzTWO0vcKOhDiocBa-bfEASyCD_MujuUk0_wyOEIkejr4rbXCKtrOUix5c_GbB3v9sp6om9G9uIA-Q/s400/Prom2010+075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461862604967128418" border="0" /></a>They ended the evening wearing his pj's and watching a movie in the back of his car using a laptop so that it felt like a drive in!<br /><br />The best part was that Beau is a wonderful LDS boy with wonderful LDS standards......<br /><br />It was truly a Fairytale night for Sarah and one that won't easily be topped!!Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496286961334645616noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22615586.post-33559530135227351792010-04-10T21:02:00.003-04:002010-04-11T09:00:47.313-04:00Hello Blog World... I am still alive!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgugXVfOdUHKdwvxE1iD2IXDbbIPAaFFr6F3VsZLSmwFGuYpC7W6rge6SVa_hTf30d2uSqLxwowDE87hTDI0hw7vhG7ycqDzPiHwQBWIDJ5j0pyrf2WZsIQIrEewZDM4lT8N8-BqQ/s1600/Senior+Portraits+2010+189.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgugXVfOdUHKdwvxE1iD2IXDbbIPAaFFr6F3VsZLSmwFGuYpC7W6rge6SVa_hTf30d2uSqLxwowDE87hTDI0hw7vhG7ycqDzPiHwQBWIDJ5j0pyrf2WZsIQIrEewZDM4lT8N8-BqQ/s400/Senior+Portraits+2010+189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458863440580770434" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGJzhMM5U8f1miAx201yomiIDOMXtcFZ2OV90ss3RltxJz2viHCCLptDLWzgnxu7ER7LXE2T3UfEL19OdUYvQaWl1dEvaRmBaFBRiHYKa4lR5SzwJttPcAdFuIRtJFuIuysCnQDg/s1600/Senior+Portraits+2010+174.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGJzhMM5U8f1miAx201yomiIDOMXtcFZ2OV90ss3RltxJz2viHCCLptDLWzgnxu7ER7LXE2T3UfEL19OdUYvQaWl1dEvaRmBaFBRiHYKa4lR5SzwJttPcAdFuIRtJFuIuysCnQDg/s400/Senior+Portraits+2010+174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458684163635610274" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdsEkkyNW8W-DnryZw8lKFcz_UlJ8_JiNQhj_sswTMeSqrycNvtZFxOY6m7GZVXXRDBnSbSVdbDCWF0y4ng0ZGzITv0rbFi36loHkgTbZg7taQRBoqDhuuMGFcjnuvO61P4Ee9bQ/s1600/Senior+Portraits+2010+171.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdsEkkyNW8W-DnryZw8lKFcz_UlJ8_JiNQhj_sswTMeSqrycNvtZFxOY6m7GZVXXRDBnSbSVdbDCWF0y4ng0ZGzITv0rbFi36loHkgTbZg7taQRBoqDhuuMGFcjnuvO61P4Ee9bQ/s400/Senior+Portraits+2010+171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458684159735523106" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggxHbckOxnP-fQl9xoo9DyrJvrdFUUA8dpbVLXXLQq-s2UTDsyqoHif09To2vnEnJNzPNr4WX1WeoNvrCHgjn_xQi6ISnWhhNktgylo4m79skyAyPer36E0DgDkZrdmgK07SHI-A/s1600/Senior+Portraits+2010+168.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggxHbckOxnP-fQl9xoo9DyrJvrdFUUA8dpbVLXXLQq-s2UTDsyqoHif09To2vnEnJNzPNr4WX1WeoNvrCHgjn_xQi6ISnWhhNktgylo4m79skyAyPer36E0DgDkZrdmgK07SHI-A/s400/Senior+Portraits+2010+168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458684153234672178" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMKx0jlfHs7GdNhGVRNi1p5SsFdh6sgn_bML4BfXYfj6F1KJig8UhgojNoSfasIUglXSi2zzncBFtOGFdgpIBWZYg6T0EwDpNxKaK9o-a1fjiNnWacNjHS9ozHmu9t8T-QiFqhMA/s1600/Senior+Portraits+2010+156.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMKx0jlfHs7GdNhGVRNi1p5SsFdh6sgn_bML4BfXYfj6F1KJig8UhgojNoSfasIUglXSi2zzncBFtOGFdgpIBWZYg6T0EwDpNxKaK9o-a1fjiNnWacNjHS9ozHmu9t8T-QiFqhMA/s400/Senior+Portraits+2010+156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458684148837772258" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7OU-fcqG-j-cLP3LRTer4dj0q0qwS1HNpbB-Bw2HHomkytE9639Q7Of9matG5eJh2tqCfxJjxVNolpm2DeExL1kL2c-C6BaMQWiR-ssaJWvMAZr44mKg-Ql4irJXyJy1UJKNRaw/s1600/Senior+Portraits+2010+145.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7OU-fcqG-j-cLP3LRTer4dj0q0qwS1HNpbB-Bw2HHomkytE9639Q7Of9matG5eJh2tqCfxJjxVNolpm2DeExL1kL2c-C6BaMQWiR-ssaJWvMAZr44mKg-Ql4irJXyJy1UJKNRaw/s400/Senior+Portraits+2010+145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458684133302276306" border="0" /></a><br />I have fallen off the blog wagon lately! I really have no excuse... except for... a wedding, becoming primary president, senior in HS, Freshman cheerleader, son into baseball... oh and MOVING!! Our house went on the market a week ago. We have had 5 showing, and 1 re-showing. I have become a roaming nomad... leaving my house for hours at a time after madly cleaning.... I became so busy with my life, that it really seems pointless to blog about it.<br /><br />But we are coming up on a big milestone with Sarah next month. She graduates from High School. It feels like it was only yesterday that my baby was so excited about Kindergarten. She was so proud as she got on that school bus, and her baby sister cried and wanted to go too. Now they both wouldn't be caught dead on a yellow bus, and both would rather just stay home. But I love the fact that they have this year in High School to spend together. As luck would have it, their lockers are very close to each other as well.<br /><br />I have a few pictures of Sarah's senior portrait session. I don't have the ones from the photographer back yet, but I still love the ones that we have. There is a cute boy attached to the photo's too. Beau Lindsey. He and Sarah did their portrait sitting together since they are best freinds, and going to prom together... etc.. etc... Beau's mother and I joked we were just saving some money and getting their engagements a little early. :)Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496286961334645616noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22615586.post-59954945043971078082009-08-08T15:21:00.002-04:002009-08-08T15:30:55.109-04:00Happy 14th Birthday LiNDsEY !!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_YHgrdTjzVKuD7uxGS3IK6HPeKCnYuvi5lHF9RiLR60Ja2u1gatq945rcSv1WjJY-zJwlePjaW7FX66vWJjnp0l1N3cULlTBf5WoxqWpm4cX-2StIAUwQ8G7d20r2bNoSaYCS2A/s1600-h/Hawaii+2009+519.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_YHgrdTjzVKuD7uxGS3IK6HPeKCnYuvi5lHF9RiLR60Ja2u1gatq945rcSv1WjJY-zJwlePjaW7FX66vWJjnp0l1N3cULlTBf5WoxqWpm4cX-2StIAUwQ8G7d20r2bNoSaYCS2A/s400/Hawaii+2009+519.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367676974041074242" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGBAl0Arp1huWmdGmreUyvVO8JIPI8TrlKKd7TJ8Bs2Tcxnhi7TbQ3dk-S5m35k6f8JqW8022tcF-2zTtvtKSxyWlDpdBIchHUNExKrxTPkx4XQKIU4WpjtMZC_-o5MGACp11L9A/s1600-h/june12+022.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGBAl0Arp1huWmdGmreUyvVO8JIPI8TrlKKd7TJ8Bs2Tcxnhi7TbQ3dk-S5m35k6f8JqW8022tcF-2zTtvtKSxyWlDpdBIchHUNExKrxTPkx4XQKIU4WpjtMZC_-o5MGACp11L9A/s400/june12+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367676969611593858" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb_699s8oPLc_9nmN0Fkiki7SBAMGp5KkWIn2fb8CRdmIat6nlfLQzrmELk2Dt_4EZejBRP5JhikIoKdYrixvhxJWhwCc9o3xKMR4ZbkIGukClVHE7cQ8Rz_5MURRkDJgBMvl51g/s1600-h/Hawaii+2009+484.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb_699s8oPLc_9nmN0Fkiki7SBAMGp5KkWIn2fb8CRdmIat6nlfLQzrmELk2Dt_4EZejBRP5JhikIoKdYrixvhxJWhwCc9o3xKMR4ZbkIGukClVHE7cQ8Rz_5MURRkDJgBMvl51g/s400/Hawaii+2009+484.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367676964318149106" border="0" /></a>Happy Birthday to my youngest Daughter. I love seeing you grow and mature. I am so excited for you to start High School this year. I love your enthusiasm for life, and your strong spirit. I can't wait to see how your time in High School turns out. My wish for you this year is happiness, friendship, fun times cheering, good grades, close family ties and a strong testimony. We love you Lindsey!!!!!!Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496286961334645616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22615586.post-18503385473697049442009-08-07T09:15:00.005-04:002009-08-07T09:47:26.107-04:00Happy 17th Birthday SARAH!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JIcg0lxWpvLJhtwW8KJAbFkB7-asuFL0ySawGFRfloE23273T2h3eQsSLhc6Cw3Lo7ri9P2N5RnOZazyu59VM55wUwIf1j8fekZ5GGz0reDpOmyGLbaMhsHdKKJuuilMcYfy4Q/s1600-h/waipia+Lookout+028.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JIcg0lxWpvLJhtwW8KJAbFkB7-asuFL0ySawGFRfloE23273T2h3eQsSLhc6Cw3Lo7ri9P2N5RnOZazyu59VM55wUwIf1j8fekZ5GGz0reDpOmyGLbaMhsHdKKJuuilMcYfy4Q/s400/waipia+Lookout+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367216471167134370" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgroRb8q3cyM0UTR5Ki6zH4h0QLpGoDsNND2qmHOOa7UHyYimuvBJ1-wVhzInsz7QUaKjVTLKgTob-uUJEMbSTli7zMjaYr8eNyzafjERH7-PplTRipiSISEuo2mzRAGa-AQJynLA/s1600-h/Hawaii+2009+565.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgroRb8q3cyM0UTR5Ki6zH4h0QLpGoDsNND2qmHOOa7UHyYimuvBJ1-wVhzInsz7QUaKjVTLKgTob-uUJEMbSTli7zMjaYr8eNyzafjERH7-PplTRipiSISEuo2mzRAGa-AQJynLA/s400/Hawaii+2009+565.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367216466365720450" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjebF77iitcMyKT0o5GmyZIMiL86cqYRU1_ooxomz77rdTqnydDO1JUF9s-PoX11aHOVE7gBO8ZQfEQTgY5X0X0O1IZm-xIY8zIq8QPvkJFN3GCR147QvjovDj0TXZBR0Hmo7wZiA/s1600-h/Hawaii+2009+556.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjebF77iitcMyKT0o5GmyZIMiL86cqYRU1_ooxomz77rdTqnydDO1JUF9s-PoX11aHOVE7gBO8ZQfEQTgY5X0X0O1IZm-xIY8zIq8QPvkJFN3GCR147QvjovDj0TXZBR0Hmo7wZiA/s400/Hawaii+2009+556.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367216458232951058" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhurQzFwu0v4KpynBjKQI1VlcTXSoohdG_FTkPolwR2OKv9UmMM-IwpaYNsEazYRwhTi116eZC6devYqjaBTEdDIhgViWbTcraGj7mMD5rPb5ctLT8P846UJi9cESSfY5ciJ_-cQQ/s1600-h/Hawaii+2009+371.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhurQzFwu0v4KpynBjKQI1VlcTXSoohdG_FTkPolwR2OKv9UmMM-IwpaYNsEazYRwhTi116eZC6devYqjaBTEdDIhgViWbTcraGj7mMD5rPb5ctLT8P846UJi9cESSfY5ciJ_-cQQ/s400/Hawaii+2009+371.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367216450883241954" border="0" /></a>It is hard to believe that another Birthday has come for you. It just seems like yesterday in my eyes that I was bringing you home from the hospital. And it was really only last week that we celebrated your sweet 16. You are growing and progressing and I love what I see. This year you will be a senior. I wish for you, the funnest year ever filled with laughter, friends, boys, a new job, fun calling and the prospects of going away to college. I am so excited that you will be driving to school each day, and hope this year is the best year you have ever had. I LOVE YOU!!Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496286961334645616noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22615586.post-6032223911072954002009-07-10T09:05:00.006-04:002009-07-10T09:31:15.681-04:00EFY...Inspired program... NO DOUBT ABOUT IT<span id="{E74E2D20-B4B2-4AD6-ABAD-29A129A9F0E5}" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >Ok, so I have fallen off the blog bandwagon. It just seems like it is a busy summer. But we are doing lots of things and having lots of fun. My girls just got home from spending a week at EFY. Lindsey was lucky because her birthday wasn't until August but the group allows 13 year olds if their birthday's are in the summer. So Both of my girls had the opportunity to enjoy 5 days with 400 other LDS kids. I am so happy and thankful that BYU started this program. It is such an inspired program and so good for the youth of today to get a spiritual shot in the arm to help them get through their teen years. It is amazing that youth literally would pay anything to enjoy in the experiances and even keep all the standards and clothing rules. (You have no idea what I went through to purchase 4 dresses that go to the KNEE on 2 long legged girls.)</span><br /><br /><div id="{E31CAFD7-68F5-4094-B5FF-967A6C0D8A13}" style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik_AFgGfrGXlZJvjPI7wo0pyyeXAAeticNRTWUZwidFjyaHiz0PgUL_pr1BekE5VHs0818ByXXhmtVHkLNKXhjr_Pz_ccHl0QBRlYlbRPTbHsDxLKKi-T5fgn4lmqdykTSCPpd0g/s1600-h/102_0801.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik_AFgGfrGXlZJvjPI7wo0pyyeXAAeticNRTWUZwidFjyaHiz0PgUL_pr1BekE5VHs0818ByXXhmtVHkLNKXhjr_Pz_ccHl0QBRlYlbRPTbHsDxLKKi-T5fgn4lmqdykTSCPpd0g/s400/102_0801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356820169389556978" border="0" /></a><br /><span id="{0D595451-008C-4E87-8BD8-139A804BBDFC}" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >One of the things that both Sarah and Lindsey HATE is when people ask them if they are twins. Now, I guess if I were Sarah, it would be an insult for people to think she looks like a 13 year old. But Lindsey doesn't like it either. She hates to always feel like she is in her big sister's shadow. Her entire life she is told by teachers that they know exactly who she is because they taught or knew her sister.... those are big shoes to fill when you want to be your own person.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEavdJMXA7XTW5TwJFJWg4NeseNDZEGf7ONde3atkU6oeD9QUDmt0t8QXxN-0jtEdeAAdMLzw4ZSpzPKfl6eDorvT-VzUP795ruXTpGLXn9i91oiDu_xf7qpCTb-fefzerPdfsFw/s1600-h/102_0802.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEavdJMXA7XTW5TwJFJWg4NeseNDZEGf7ONde3atkU6oeD9QUDmt0t8QXxN-0jtEdeAAdMLzw4ZSpzPKfl6eDorvT-VzUP795ruXTpGLXn9i91oiDu_xf7qpCTb-fefzerPdfsFw/s400/102_0802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356820171755922338" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div id="{B2494778-974F-45D6-904A-6C6BCD793F1E}" style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzs3Juj5RTpZ42ZLELAnmFtOMu__-h8-rtpqRuwJRJeZ1qZyqQ8HRhULFmgz2IpJQprivf4ICtTDXDoswzEUgdRtoDpxFfxOAW2M1tyqM9bUpfGm0Yw7PU8Q6VRQMUnuneMccCrg/s1600-h/102_0733.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzs3Juj5RTpZ42ZLELAnmFtOMu__-h8-rtpqRuwJRJeZ1qZyqQ8HRhULFmgz2IpJQprivf4ICtTDXDoswzEUgdRtoDpxFfxOAW2M1tyqM9bUpfGm0Yw7PU8Q6VRQMUnuneMccCrg/s400/102_0733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356819597440919762" border="0" /></a><span id="{95EBB439-D424-40BE-AE27-748D589FA57F}" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >One of the things that I found to be the most heart warming is that there were 3...yes 3 photos of my girls TOGETHER !!!!! Maybe some of you aren't familiar with my girls, but it is almost unheard of for them to voluntarily WANT to be together, let along pose for pictures without their mom urging them. This is what they CHOSE to do without my insistance at all. I almost cried when I saw the pictures on Sarah's camera. Just seeing these pictures made me realize that these 2 will eventually be friends on their own. They don't need me to push and force, just let it come naturally and it will. </span><br /></div><div id="{0AAE57CF-6B5C-4CC2-80AD-6038FD748CF4}" style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3esSEYTBMJtq2p1Ohm5Fvu2yWLz0k_fb1PafhJ4eDcNqkLXpiwawadtOJxxNxbTuXUsmZIaff5WsgT3f_EisaXEJkXdAdC0cUMpDwVED1sbO-DSJU1giyIqNoFLia1pRZjX9jIQ/s1600-h/102_0785.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3esSEYTBMJtq2p1Ohm5Fvu2yWLz0k_fb1PafhJ4eDcNqkLXpiwawadtOJxxNxbTuXUsmZIaff5WsgT3f_EisaXEJkXdAdC0cUMpDwVED1sbO-DSJU1giyIqNoFLia1pRZjX9jIQ/s400/102_0785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356819592117427314" border="0" /></a><span id="{45F54F66-83BD-4672-8604-730BFCFEA6F0}" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">How Fun! To be the center of attention among all those guys!</span><br /></div><div id="{086F3F88-71A3-40E0-9C25-FBB01CBDE68B}" style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz0jd4Xxspvmq5PTXlhHvWwFQSbZlRxadGDyLvEwWy5Q7TK5l-H81HJR7eZt8xhUN3luyBLBMOb186Y4mYgVnkVHRRTXHjSaC_OWLvNNeOKW_EgSHgCgfphky8R7BxysxM75ePbg/s1600-h/102_0722.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz0jd4Xxspvmq5PTXlhHvWwFQSbZlRxadGDyLvEwWy5Q7TK5l-H81HJR7eZt8xhUN3luyBLBMOb186Y4mYgVnkVHRRTXHjSaC_OWLvNNeOKW_EgSHgCgfphky8R7BxysxM75ePbg/s400/102_0722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356819581482929682" border="0" /></a><span id="{6BC0DF52-3C41-41D1-B636-4FCFE95C94FD}" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">Sarah with her cousin Ethan</span><br /></div><div id="{3DE8F34A-C8D6-46C6-81CB-C8546930D2DF}" style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKMO9tYPT3lmg_YS1ZY1niI8ov-knm2I0OrMzNmMK-iSVrgE3NYl0RmBYHJcVafFixPxIn26AX2SsvSr9e0uw6kFyDN4yHFXa56YjKVEKYzznmeUhZztMbuKUSS4Pi8gXTV-Jhnw/s1600-h/lindseyEFY+047.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKMO9tYPT3lmg_YS1ZY1niI8ov-knm2I0OrMzNmMK-iSVrgE3NYl0RmBYHJcVafFixPxIn26AX2SsvSr9e0uw6kFyDN4yHFXa56YjKVEKYzznmeUhZztMbuKUSS4Pi8gXTV-Jhnw/s400/lindseyEFY+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356819572580112690" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">Lindsey with cousin Parker. </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">It was great that the girls went the same week as their cousins.</span><br /></div><div id="{08C85FA8-9D47-4842-8EA8-A9045845F7AE}" style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9llz-eG7sfzvJD1kolyvRyzT0iLvPku0g7O52hclyjdsXLkA2TxbZ630dEPdzNpLwtOeRB38xgCdX5zr4KD4FUg0L-2kuk4ofp4esaa2vtRbFIcDNimleSx-CEEU-zo6dEGkyGw/s1600-h/lindseyEFY+045.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9llz-eG7sfzvJD1kolyvRyzT0iLvPku0g7O52hclyjdsXLkA2TxbZ630dEPdzNpLwtOeRB38xgCdX5zr4KD4FUg0L-2kuk4ofp4esaa2vtRbFIcDNimleSx-CEEU-zo6dEGkyGw/s400/lindseyEFY+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356819565321686210" border="0" /></a><span id="{98E8DF36-848B-41F4-97D7-1415D4AB1749}" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">Lindsey and Londyn with their gang of guys!</span><br /></div>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496286961334645616noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22615586.post-40776103505203591212009-06-16T09:58:00.002-04:002009-06-16T10:25:28.897-04:00Home From Hawaii<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeVAzutqz6Lqqj58Xu9ZEPjp2q0TjY1uzWFPdEON0dY3gYvnPNe8jCJEsjX17IN3t8U9ciPuwV5V0N8ztYHJey0ScOLfjS_FnJwQwq7ZgE8paqTRmelGwRJn9FKM9qhBUfsrPPQ/s1600-h/hideaways+038.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuSlyv77E5L9yOTpTD0LpgQ26sF1Cvd5Ump9-XhauUOdIE0PnyZqzVxRGXM06HDotvThq1ff7MDyO9WZ172xpb_jRXmlmQ4-ihy4RKz4gifGUyxvI1juGAXKpkZ6RhL3O8RjsjVw/s400/Hawaii+2009+489.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347927937463721426" border="0" /></a><br />We are home from Hawaii...sunburned, tired, broke and fulfilled! Now comes the time for wedding planning. Time to get busyHeidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496286961334645616noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22615586.post-69000304734419819372009-05-13T19:18:00.004-04:002009-05-13T19:32:40.084-04:00Heartache.....<div id="{360CF10D-A60F-4085-9803-952C7A51B532}" style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-eccWTSJgLf15llA0sBIDAHyYCzA5WcDPySSlGssVlXghGh34K7n1IDf1Voo38Bfcusi1Gt-A1hCg0HTR2EN1uHWn2s8cLCoSjGdOTY_SdHIcFqcEwiOx8F-Wyi0PMRPRedSTaw/s1600-h/Broken_Heart_by_starry_eyedkid.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-eccWTSJgLf15llA0sBIDAHyYCzA5WcDPySSlGssVlXghGh34K7n1IDf1Voo38Bfcusi1Gt-A1hCg0HTR2EN1uHWn2s8cLCoSjGdOTY_SdHIcFqcEwiOx8F-Wyi0PMRPRedSTaw/s400/Broken_Heart_by_starry_eyedkid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335452614571295458" border="0" /></a><b>Mitral valve prolapse<br /><br />It has been a long day.<br />Saturday at a routine physical that Lindsey took at school for Cheerleading, the team doctor heard a heart murmur. He told me it sounded like a mouse had taken up residence in her heart. He described a loud high pitched whistle that he heard. He insisted that we have her checked before she continues to cheer. (wow? A doctor that actually cares?)<br />So we make an appointment with our long term Pediatrician Dr. Zamon. I love Dr. Zamon and would gladly drive for 1 hour just to see her. She has been Lindsey's doctor since literally DAY 1. She gave Lindsey her first check up in the hospital after birth. I trust her with my children and they have gotten wonderful care.<br />So Dr. Zamon listens to Lindsey's heart today, and only hears an extra glub glub. She begins to tell me that it is most likely only a sinus arythmia and not to worry...but she decides to have Lindsey do a few jumping jacks. Apparently this arythmia goes away right after cardio exercise. She begins to listen again. Only to hear the wonderful mouse that has once again taken a hold of Lindsey's heart. So the basic Sinus Arythmia is ruled out and she determines that we need to see a cardiologist. She calls a pediatric cardiologist and within 30 minutes Lindsey is hooked up to an echocardiogram for a look at things.<br />The dianosis could have been worse. He said that most of the time, people with this condition (mitral valve prolapse) live normal healthy lives with little or no problems. However there can be complications and so she must be monitored closely. She was in afib today. (abnormal heart rhythms) She is wearing a monitor for 24 hours to determine the severity of the afib. Basically a valve in her heart does not close properly and leaks blood back into an area it shouldn't be.<br />Please keep my little Lindsey in your prayers!<br /></b></div>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496286961334645616noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22615586.post-89843604612313732542009-05-02T20:14:00.003-04:002009-05-02T20:40:51.877-04:00DANCE...Dance... DANCE !!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX0paHceFofmjyl3-Pkfy8anO00KKy9EGy5ZkViUpOgXmW2oD2x7lsHXclzMAGSRhVETlOTGiokE0YER5mHT43Ek67pWi8lD-buDaVA5RC-UZvwDp_YZoV_kuvRTvRO3qAymGrnw/s1600-h/prom2009+006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX0paHceFofmjyl3-Pkfy8anO00KKy9EGy5ZkViUpOgXmW2oD2x7lsHXclzMAGSRhVETlOTGiokE0YER5mHT43Ek67pWi8lD-buDaVA5RC-UZvwDp_YZoV_kuvRTvRO3qAymGrnw/s400/prom2009+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331387586071459986" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizmbTs-o-faw2Sovd8UP8Let13lIh03qGYniu0_MwUkImb43Gbmmob-_b3FifMJxLedCel5a2s9qdJiKjR7d0KmfO49lcz4MOyWb89SH5-dioZxUXeChVxRSgofJyIuStZT5xftg/s1600-h/prom2009+007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTnkjVaJYxoxwVMHMkeYrYdA3OF6x87B3NKok2VrkanAjumV16q-I5v23BDoiZ6OfK2ADJeCBN_owFgULZ42LIZSGlKXdXMp2ltb7VFxWJ0DtLKEKzo6pBOmlwT40vMMtfNg6G9w/s400/prom2009+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331387595199527250" border="0" /></a><span id="{DDD230ED-CA08-45ED-B8E6-48BC872D88C6}" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">How do you divide your time when your 13 year old has 8th Grade dance...and then your 16 year old gets invited at the last minute to a different high school prom??? It makes for a crazy evening, but I am actually glad it was the same night. Now I have pictures of my girls together.</span>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496286961334645616noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22615586.post-15775646749751134652009-04-10T15:42:00.002-04:002009-04-10T15:52:13.421-04:00Easter Must Go On With Out.......<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFmR2DCam9RRJPxh-JoLSweBIZxiqyMvJgIx0gdZI0YbUA_KG_S9P5h73Qw5MocaGKeRKwz20BPTz-tns0iIsXjEiRaRuc0KRXoKhzr_-FR3MoHREvX2vbV9HqqHEuh3imfdW-vA/s1600-h/105_1505.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFmR2DCam9RRJPxh-JoLSweBIZxiqyMvJgIx0gdZI0YbUA_KG_S9P5h73Qw5MocaGKeRKwz20BPTz-tns0iIsXjEiRaRuc0KRXoKhzr_-FR3MoHREvX2vbV9HqqHEuh3imfdW-vA/s400/105_1505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323151673431908994" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOrRyIYAuKlmBUWUwiLQScaNKz_VlA6IEvCd5BFGj_Pj-BkmOK5Sk7ylIYEgqC-Sd4mw7AzlVepna55o19yIk0a0WbM-k5AjcndFH07wuPrsAZTnFtPOlGwc7kRGE34AgjQnPj5Q/s1600-h/105_1506.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOrRyIYAuKlmBUWUwiLQScaNKz_VlA6IEvCd5BFGj_Pj-BkmOK5Sk7ylIYEgqC-Sd4mw7AzlVepna55o19yIk0a0WbM-k5AjcndFH07wuPrsAZTnFtPOlGwc7kRGE34AgjQnPj5Q/s400/105_1506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323151672698179170" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2LzppscZj213FEgK42NETUt_BdKExMBdrwRFoZlCffJWALpdOy2vFqquQb6TfZB3nqZyeCjCIj-dx4Azy0xLlhJf3NUhCh7DvEe2rfNiaaLoB3Clchm2d6cEtmjimV9zy0gOMyw/s1600-h/105_1511.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2LzppscZj213FEgK42NETUt_BdKExMBdrwRFoZlCffJWALpdOy2vFqquQb6TfZB3nqZyeCjCIj-dx4Azy0xLlhJf3NUhCh7DvEe2rfNiaaLoB3Clchm2d6cEtmjimV9zy0gOMyw/s400/105_1511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323151678107656146" border="0" /></a><span id="{F3743FE1-F78A-464F-9802-A3A846BB4EF7}" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I am feeling a bit blue. It just doesn't feel like Easter. Scott is in Switzerland (tough life huh?) </span><span id="{7C40EE84-5B20-4987-A98B-C11A7CAD294A}" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">We sent Sarah out to Utah to be with Meagan. So we are missing half of our family. I haven't </span><span id="{24BD6BA0-25D0-4C2D-8048-F83FB29FA7FB}" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">really wanted to do the usual traditions but I knew I needed to for Mitchell and Lindsey's sake.</span><br /><span id="{1306E122-5ACA-4EB8-826B-076CBE4E6E2A}" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">So this afternoon we dyed our Easter Eggs. The kids are getting older and they really don't get </span><span id="{86CF1BB2-3B34-4108-A6FD-F0FB67F66389}" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">the same thrill that they once did. I remember the first time that I dyed Easter Eggs with </span><span id="{882B8A10-B8B4-4774-BB61-F021F3342C9C}" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Meagan when she was 6. I bought a "sparkly" kit and was very disappointed. I wound up going</span> <span id="{5AA60E0B-0FB4-4FA0-B509-043D622F8B73}" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">to the store for more eggs and a tradtional dye kit. That is what I stick with now...traditional! </span><span id="{EE234582-B6EB-44C8-9799-0B5BDAF3E52A}" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">There is nothing more soothing that the smell of vinegar at Easter.</span>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496286961334645616noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22615586.post-92075097542536681182009-03-30T14:26:00.003-04:002009-03-30T14:28:01.548-04:00Meagan and Garrett are Engaged!<div id="{C1764C28-4E64-45C7-8C22-511B0A9C9C2E}" style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4LBooN1f8SPvqPOf4Ci_xb3_E-42wOIaegD5w0mM8rY2B1Rw4-gcIqWFP96xiDvUKUPNIB3was20JITlP9CxXRFXmzEpR2r_grLbY12LhNvabZtpqnX4MOTzUUI8VdHTFzcBpcw/s1600-h/engaged.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4LBooN1f8SPvqPOf4Ci_xb3_E-42wOIaegD5w0mM8rY2B1Rw4-gcIqWFP96xiDvUKUPNIB3was20JITlP9CxXRFXmzEpR2r_grLbY12LhNvabZtpqnX4MOTzUUI8VdHTFzcBpcw/s400/engaged.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319048948100529922" border="0" /></a>Details to come later!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;" id="{EDDD0656-A4A1-422B-BBFE-944436C8A716}">They are thinking the end of July or early August<br />in the Nashville Temple. The Atlanta temple will be closed for renovations.<br />A Reception in August in Atlanta after the Honeymoon<br /></div>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496286961334645616noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22615586.post-30891475085980804092009-01-30T12:47:00.003-05:002009-01-30T12:58:48.596-05:00The Thrill of Victory!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht_45t7kyMvCMwLv2AXYGm7Hbf-xQgp460m4-v1G3DIaoyWU9kBjm-1W26-4Cr8jodY2ut-x1VhYcMgUVUmI0C6FEiLkUTyXi1bvf2K3oZH8jo8kmjPHviiUws7QuEWgAdY01F6w/s1600-h/Passed+002edit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht_45t7kyMvCMwLv2AXYGm7Hbf-xQgp460m4-v1G3DIaoyWU9kBjm-1W26-4Cr8jodY2ut-x1VhYcMgUVUmI0C6FEiLkUTyXi1bvf2K3oZH8jo8kmjPHviiUws7QuEWgAdY01F6w/s400/Passed+002edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297146700830374738" border="0" /></a>Wow..it is a mile-stone in her life. Her driver's licence!!! A million things rush through my mind at this moment...have I taught her enough? Is she ready? Will my Heavenly Father protect my little girl? As much as I would have liked to hold her back and make her stay a little child...there comes a moment when a parent must allow their child to use their wings. Sarah has prepared well. She has taken drivers education, she has driven and driven and driven to seminary. She is a level headed girl and I know I trust her. But do I trust the the other drivers on the road? Do I trust that she will be able to handle situations that come her way?<br />I Love my little girl with all my heart! All I can do is pray that Heavenly Father is with her and then allow her to spread her wings and fly!Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496286961334645616noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22615586.post-82839306743414226802009-01-20T09:31:00.003-05:002009-01-20T09:42:00.277-05:00Gladiator's Game!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTeqq2XqN50w_FwaQeuar38y-kaasiqGDBtFZXTNBHfqhWid9Bi5rj7viET4ve1qeAbber6A9P4MiFgJuq0QBVMVGXFq_4oY54lT547-c7ZUCGu5OjqeP06hbUr-ixlQfLRdDyxA/s1600-h/Gladiatorsbday+004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTeqq2XqN50w_FwaQeuar38y-kaasiqGDBtFZXTNBHfqhWid9Bi5rj7viET4ve1qeAbber6A9P4MiFgJuq0QBVMVGXFq_4oY54lT547-c7ZUCGu5OjqeP06hbUr-ixlQfLRdDyxA/s400/Gladiatorsbday+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293384993407846450" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTL44e_syS1N29esJgUIMYRIcnfYOWXC3psPtTilbp0TFXanlRWd_e5V9d3Sn3cBV9CRmzZRoBZA7H06Uwrb_Ho4f2y3BOWN2Ui9JL4-H9etVumD4UxhG6IVE8LzeGIlI1RrB9Ew/s1600-h/Gladiatorsbday+006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTL44e_syS1N29esJgUIMYRIcnfYOWXC3psPtTilbp0TFXanlRWd_e5V9d3Sn3cBV9CRmzZRoBZA7H06Uwrb_Ho4f2y3BOWN2Ui9JL4-H9etVumD4UxhG6IVE8LzeGIlI1RrB9Ew/s400/Gladiatorsbday+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293384998594460290" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Vuw6mPbzYP2obAmONG_A4FeXFJfVKcD3iJFX7MwKASeYM88KvOwVljnZVYj_IJmAVygXcwoeo7Li1juQ48jwDFjM0y6vgda1QvSQv8-_Rs1TtTY34GIA6oo8P6IfTLCt-b4MEw/s1600-h/Gladiatorsbday+013.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Vuw6mPbzYP2obAmONG_A4FeXFJfVKcD3iJFX7MwKASeYM88KvOwVljnZVYj_IJmAVygXcwoeo7Li1juQ48jwDFjM0y6vgda1QvSQv8-_Rs1TtTY34GIA6oo8P6IfTLCt-b4MEw/s400/Gladiatorsbday+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293385002852459186" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Boy Birthday Parties are such a blast!<br />This gang wrestled and beat each other up the whole party!<br />Mitchell had his 2 best friends (Parker & Grant..the blondes)<br />And his 2 boy cousins that are his age (Aiden and Jonah)<br />The Gladiators won and everyone had a great time....<br />Especially Sarah..she loves a good hockey fight..Fighting sweaty men are hot!<br /></div>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496286961334645616noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22615586.post-54251814364828898482009-01-08T10:11:00.004-05:002009-01-08T10:24:31.096-05:00Happy Birthday Mitchell...better late than never!<div style="text-align: center;"><br />My Baby Boy is 9 years old! I can't believe it?<br />Where has the time gone?<br />It seems like only yesterday he was my little buddy<br />that followed me everywhere.<br />Now he is responsible and independent.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBV0zBAzbbDqOXjS3Xe_fvq212L2kBMrDsx5lbkgGdGgPgP6Y7mrr62orpL1qBFx88p06z6dY-j0Zv6nRgTT3HkqVJyRx7AIlVRUTqPQKXyRJ0H1Hghnj9JmHthgens17IdFsDmw/s1600-h/Mitchell9+005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBV0zBAzbbDqOXjS3Xe_fvq212L2kBMrDsx5lbkgGdGgPgP6Y7mrr62orpL1qBFx88p06z6dY-j0Zv6nRgTT3HkqVJyRx7AIlVRUTqPQKXyRJ0H1Hghnj9JmHthgens17IdFsDmw/s400/Mitchell9+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288942942593641426" border="0" /></a>I buy his Birthday gifts with his Christmas Gifts.<br />That way the stores aren't all picket over.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAzy9j0KtUVzncPPJPQNNH8UMZcrkK_tN_sR9AKCBfqO16XI78SF70xwBcM8_B0Kc2cqGfmy1GEsxNPcMOsWd0qU3wrmTOj01Mas6eAK9Impc1kqvwe8W7CXwsCy4t33muTaDY7Q/s1600-h/Mitchell9+012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAzy9j0KtUVzncPPJPQNNH8UMZcrkK_tN_sR9AKCBfqO16XI78SF70xwBcM8_B0Kc2cqGfmy1GEsxNPcMOsWd0qU3wrmTOj01Mas6eAK9Impc1kqvwe8W7CXwsCy4t33muTaDY7Q/s400/Mitchell9+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288942927389506290" border="0" /></a>His Candles were sparklers! It was kind of cool!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoS_AS9Wa10E8boNitTOPaOdcgBjavkZoAgvvY8kLnWAnzNEfkaH94DlFIXOWtRJPW1BCEBSU1hJRKTHfOAjNt7UEky7KX4fMf_56jovY097WVP2oQr4qhPefzsaqQifDECaQHdQ/s1600-h/Mitchell9+004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoS_AS9Wa10E8boNitTOPaOdcgBjavkZoAgvvY8kLnWAnzNEfkaH94DlFIXOWtRJPW1BCEBSU1hJRKTHfOAjNt7UEky7KX4fMf_56jovY097WVP2oQr4qhPefzsaqQifDECaQHdQ/s400/Mitchell9+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288942922603914226" border="0" /></a>Life wouldn't be complete without his favorite pooch!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibawZu5jSb0UMzOzV31Vh4_GCjqixKw9_9GXjzQIl-0BP64wR55pnjQOCiTT2aDPznr7n0KqbqpiXPScOBAU6SeErVWbKeDH7fSdSb69UFWF5wFxfSkVgXOxmVQFOx-RL6OyXlIQ/s1600-h/Kreitlein-Sartain+010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibawZu5jSb0UMzOzV31Vh4_GCjqixKw9_9GXjzQIl-0BP64wR55pnjQOCiTT2aDPznr7n0KqbqpiXPScOBAU6SeErVWbKeDH7fSdSb69UFWF5wFxfSkVgXOxmVQFOx-RL6OyXlIQ/s400/Kreitlein-Sartain+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288942908658303794" border="0" /></a>Church on his birthday? Yuck, no fun!<br />But I didn't hear a single complaint out of him.<br /><br /></div>ok, ok, Mitchell is my 4th child. I have a hard time getting around to uploading photo's onto my computer of his birthday. I haven't had a party yet for him. He wants to take some friends to a Hockey game so I have to get that scheduled. It is hard to have a birthday so close after Christmas! But I love my little boy with all of my heart and I thank my Heavenly Father daily that he let Mitchell be a part of our family and brighten my life.Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496286961334645616noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22615586.post-1354956793825649482009-01-05T10:42:00.001-05:002009-01-05T10:48:26.778-05:00Watched Out For…With Unseen Hands<span xmlns=''><p><span style='font-size:10pt'>This weekend was filled with chaos in our household. We had Meagan's mother and brother and sister in town to spend the last weekend with Meagan before she left for Utah. I know this is an unconventional family but it maximizes the time for both parents and all the siblings get along really well and enjoy the trips. <br /></span></p><p><span style='font-size:10pt'>Saturday evening we had gone to a dollar movie. Cheryl had to drive because there were too many people to fit into my small car. Scott had to attend a baptism so it was 2 moms and 8 kids. (ok, some aren't kids) After the dollar movie, Sarah asked if we could drop her off at the mall to meet up with some friends. Cheryl is not familiar with our area and it was a very dark and foggy night. I mean REALLY foggy. We dropped Sarah off in the Macy's parking lot and I asked Cheryl to wait until Sarah got into the building before we drove off. Even though she is 16, I am still a mom and like to make sure my child makes it into the door safely. We were in the lane so that Sarah would have to cross over our car in order to walk into the door. Cheryl asked her to walk in front of the car so that we could see her safely go into the building. Sarah quickly got out, followed our instructions and got safely into the building without incident. Cheryl, however sat paralyzed in the driver's seat as if she was never going to move. Not wanting to be a back seat driver, I just sat quietly and waited for her to drive away. Finally I decided to tell her to move, just as I opened my mouth a very small boy darted across the street right in front of her suburban! He was an African American boy, maybe only 4 from his size and he came out of NOWHERE! Both of us screamed. Cheryl's foot was planted firmly on the brake and the car never moved while he crossed the road.<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-size:10pt'>After further study, we realized that the mother had crossed the road BEFORE Sarah and was waiting for her son inside the doorway. (What mother leaves a 4 year old alone in a dark parking lot on a foggy foggy night?<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-size:10pt'>We immediately recognized the hand of the Lord in our live in that parking lot. So many tragedy's could have unfolded if Cheryl had moved the car and not sat paralyzed. She doesn't even know why she didn't move. She just sat there. The little boy was so little and our car so big, it most likely would have killed him or seriously injured him. He was being protected by "unseen hands". Protected even when his mother had disregarded her duties. However on deeper reflection, many were protected that day. Cheryl was protected from the horror she would have carried with her the rest of her life in hitting a little boy. (Even if the mother would have questionably been at fault.) Cheryl had a very hard holiday with many struggles from financial, to emotional to physical. This would have been literally too much for her to bare. Again, protected by "unseen hands" that held her foot firmly on the brake for no apparent reason.<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-size:10pt'>On even deeper reflection, I have come to realize that my son was also protected. Mitchell was sitting in the front seat with us (her car has a 3<sup>rd</sup> seat with a belt and we were packed full with kids) Mitchell saw the entire event unfold. He could tell me the color of the little boy's shirt (red) when I couldn't remember anything but that he was African American. It was on the eve of his birthday. It would have been a terrible day for him to witness a little boy being hit. Mitchell is a very serious boy and no doubt would have been greatly emotionally effected by this event. I was protected as well. My mouth was closed when I wanted it to be open. All of the kids in the car were protected from witnessing a tragic event.<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-size:10pt'>Today, I am grateful for "unseen hands". I am grateful that my Savior loves me, and wanted to ensure that our unconventional family unit continues it's good works for the good of our mutual daughter Meagan. I am beyond words of gratitude for the protection that we felt. </span></p></span>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496286961334645616noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22615586.post-1068462807883059982008-12-28T20:46:00.002-05:002008-12-28T20:53:51.585-05:00New Orleans !I didn't bring my camera to New Orleans. It felt "impowering" or "empowering" or however it is that you spell it. But it seems like I live my life from the back end of a camera. Our family is in New Orleans for a couple of days while Scott does business. I started to pack my camera and then decided.....naw...I think I will just enjoy the trip and forget about retaining the memories. We literally did NOTHING today. It felt wonderful. We ate breakfast in the hotel lobby (and fought 50 other people to get the last batch of waffle mix). Then the kids sat in the HOT jacuzzi and tried to swim in the COLD swimming pool. Then we just sat around the hotel room and slept and read. It was kind of fun to do nothing. Of course by about 5:00 we were going stir crazy and had to take a walk. New Orleans is a fun place to walk around. We happened across a fun little outdoor area that was decorated with Christmas Trees, lights and fake snow blowing while festive music played. It had to be fake snow...it is 70 degrees here! I am so thankful that we get to tag a long on Scott's business trips from time to time. It is more fun to sit around in a hotel room than do laundry at home :)<br />As soon as I get a minute, I will post pictures from Scott's and I's trip to NYC. It was a fun time.Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496286961334645616noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22615586.post-82081937703894526932008-12-10T10:34:00.003-05:002008-12-10T10:49:15.542-05:00Count Down Until Christmas<div style="text-align: center;">This is the same pose from year after year....<br />The kids just know where to stand<br />without even thinking too much<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMk-ICggLYBiNj_ZAhqS_kDmVyBimWyoyp5C1NHkEzvwAEA7hWwrXCPUTsJBg9ZzE3U-qaOmpxBp_S5oRmSW0ZO5MOyXfxX23EUzW1igDbQjsf49Kxrp47sZ8vE3kt5P7nhyphenhyphen3iwg/s1600-h/Christmas+Time+027.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMk-ICggLYBiNj_ZAhqS_kDmVyBimWyoyp5C1NHkEzvwAEA7hWwrXCPUTsJBg9ZzE3U-qaOmpxBp_S5oRmSW0ZO5MOyXfxX23EUzW1igDbQjsf49Kxrp47sZ8vE3kt5P7nhyphenhyphen3iwg/s400/Christmas+Time+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278187782796771586" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEissdWevzq5pk14hqAToR-dD2wKlaGdfkYC8cjwHauqKJoCLS-dNc0CY9kH1K9dm5ElsQ8EvFrx-xzsHl-ewXUCqt03STSIzusKX0vdQb2G92vJqYDME5oydl-HuDjCMJO4xCAfaA/s1600-h/Christmas+Time+024.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEissdWevzq5pk14hqAToR-dD2wKlaGdfkYC8cjwHauqKJoCLS-dNc0CY9kH1K9dm5ElsQ8EvFrx-xzsHl-ewXUCqt03STSIzusKX0vdQb2G92vJqYDME5oydl-HuDjCMJO4xCAfaA/s400/Christmas+Time+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278187792061261778" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">I don't know HOW Sarah manages to find </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">the most perfect Dresses..but she does!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">$17.00</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLY9zOq-WcqhyUJZ5bb3l4kVgQ3pN06Kurl5mw2sZWWtSbzpFNkXAja0HRKmWlwQIJEGu-PtIhxbeeE4AgZpVmVk3isR1fgWfWIWAAxwJklpmcQLSSp_760MDOIUcgQp0fu8Ysrw/s1600-h/Christmas+Time+026.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLY9zOq-WcqhyUJZ5bb3l4kVgQ3pN06Kurl5mw2sZWWtSbzpFNkXAja0HRKmWlwQIJEGu-PtIhxbeeE4AgZpVmVk3isR1fgWfWIWAAxwJklpmcQLSSp_760MDOIUcgQp0fu8Ysrw/s400/Christmas+Time+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278187797307121746" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Lindsey looking all "Hip"<br /><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuYlHE8phUeXKaEF8djrKH27Mujbulpf9iZPHHY0Fkk7k3VynW6DXfS-mmDqD977j4qWq7qRlQP0gZ55brBhy-wBswHjGbvzSBSVrBRiEN3bKJFjKDSBcLx0_f68aws0QuE0a4dA/s1600-h/Christmas+Time+025.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuYlHE8phUeXKaEF8djrKH27Mujbulpf9iZPHHY0Fkk7k3VynW6DXfS-mmDqD977j4qWq7qRlQP0gZ55brBhy-wBswHjGbvzSBSVrBRiEN3bKJFjKDSBcLx0_f68aws0QuE0a4dA/s400/Christmas+Time+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278187802375496994" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Mitchell as sweet as Ever!<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6mABD1WZ7UnRAD2f0iCKUGe_7MxSYJ6rFHoKXvNh9bcdmtqn-uyb45XpoVr4cHryy0Ecj8H1KrGG9350bzc-yD5LRc8QoBxaH610K15v1ephLMP2uZXa0DzmnJK_fu2LXFPjfHQ/s1600-h/Christmas+Time+028.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6mABD1WZ7UnRAD2f0iCKUGe_7MxSYJ6rFHoKXvNh9bcdmtqn-uyb45XpoVr4cHryy0Ecj8H1KrGG9350bzc-yD5LRc8QoBxaH610K15v1ephLMP2uZXa0DzmnJK_fu2LXFPjfHQ/s400/Christmas+Time+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278187776074548530" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Each year many of us have traditions that we must follow as a family or it simply doesn't feel like Christmas. One if mine is lots of pictures each Sunday morning in front of the Christmas Tree. This Sunday we were really rushing out the door (<span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">gotta get a soft seat</span>). I managed to snap a few but I wish I had slowed down and taken a few more. (<span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">was the soft seat ReAlly that important?</span>)Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496286961334645616noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22615586.post-84996481993789299692008-11-28T20:22:00.008-05:002008-11-28T20:49:07.664-05:00My Dream Last Night<span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">It is very rare that I chose to write a post that is more than a recap of what is going on in my family. However last night I had a dream that I have to post. Mainly because I am still pondering the meaning and also thankful for the "glimpse" my Heavenly Father allowed me.</span><br /><br />I dreamed that Scott had agreed to watch a baby. I didn't know that he had agreed to watch the baby and I don't know who the baby belongs to. </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" >It wasn't revealed in the dream</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" >. But I woke up in the dream to Scott asking me "How the baby did last night" Confused, I asked him "What baby?" He replied, the baby I agreed to watch" Horror went through my mind, how could I have forgotten to watch of all things a precious baby??? I panicked and ran through my house. Though my house was not the house I actually live in. There were things that were altered and different. Finally I concluded that the baby must be in the garage </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" >(makes total sense in a dream). </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" >So I ran to the garage only to find an empty spot where the baby was suppose to be. I noticed a door open in my garage to the outside. </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" >(in real life we don't have an exterior door in our garage)</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" >. As I ran out the door, I was in shear panic that the baby I was suppose to be caring for had gotten out the door and was gone!!!! When I went out the door...I saw my mother-in-law Schell. </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" >(My mother-in-law passed away from cancer in April)</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" >.<br /><br />Schell was laying in a "canoe like" boat on the ground. She was wearing miss-matched pajamas </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" >(like she always did in real life)</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" >. She was wrapped up all nice in warm in blankets....and.... She was </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" >B</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" >E</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" >A</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" >U</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" >T</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" >I</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" >F</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" >U</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" >L</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" > </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" >!!!!</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> Her skin was so clean and fresh and young. Her hair was bouncy and shiny. She was grinning from ear to ear and so happy. I was so excited to see her! I cried out to her and in that instant she opened the blanket I saw the baby that I was suppose to be watching that I had lost and forgotten. I was so excited. I said "Schell, you have the baby?!? You protected the baby! How could you do that?" She answered very softly. "They let me come and protect him because you didn't know you were suppose to protect him". I turned my head to call for Scott to let him know I had found the baby and that his mom was protecting him. When I turned back, my mother-in-law was gone!</span><br /><br />I woke up very startled at that moment and crying. I cried and cried. It felt so real! It felt like I had a moment to see my mother-in-law in a perfected state, young and happy, not sick, tired and dying from cancer like I had seen her last.<br /><br />I have pondered all day what the dream could mean? Why would she be protecting a baby for me? Why would it be baby? Most everyone knows, I can't have anymore children. So choosing to have a late in life baby isn't even an option. So I have come to conclude that she is protecting something else that I don't know I am in charge of, until I figure it out?!?<br /><br />Here is the really surreal part for me...I woke up and turned to Scott crying. I told him in my sleepy state that I had just had a dream and seen his mom, and that it was so real. He turned very shocked and said...I dreamed about her too! He didn't remember the details very clearly of his dream (and I think a bit sad that mine seemed more vivid) But we both received the opportunity to see her in our dreams on the same night! We haven't been sad, or mourned for a while, just thought of her from time to time. Today she is close in my thoughts. I miss her today. I am so thankful I had the blessing of seeing her young and healthy and happy.</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE-aYC18Gp7edxeoGGWySLlXmnU27z9V6LOgKYnDhrz0EVfrvE1tCdJEeW_t9R7brlLjpk4nv2E8TcUcDte3bKF1msxJVkJoP3oPOdvGn0y_fKayZHu4cGUwEsYnNCgU7pXMnilA/s1600-h/Grandmama018.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE-aYC18Gp7edxeoGGWySLlXmnU27z9V6LOgKYnDhrz0EVfrvE1tCdJEeW_t9R7brlLjpk4nv2E8TcUcDte3bKF1msxJVkJoP3oPOdvGn0y_fKayZHu4cGUwEsYnNCgU7pXMnilA/s400/Grandmama018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273889284633737426" border="0" /></a>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496286961334645616noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22615586.post-32602985548752790412008-11-21T09:28:00.005-05:002008-11-21T09:40:07.793-05:00Thanksgiving Time<div align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Here's a game of tag</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >That should be great fun,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Count ten of your blessings</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Begin with number one.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Count to number ten</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Then tag four others,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >You can tag your friends,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Sisters, children or mothers.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><strong>My ten blessings</strong>:<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">1. My Savior Jesus Christ<br />2. My Husband who is so faithful! I can't imagine life without him. He is my very best friend. I love that he can always make me laugh, even when I don't want to.<br />3. Meagan: She is such a wonderful part of our family and I really love the laughter that she brings to our family.<br />4. Sarah: I love her friendship and her goodness. She is truly a perfect soul that Heavenly Father let me keep.<br />5. Lindsey:My "mini-me" She is so much fun to watch grow and progress. I love her strong will and determination.<br />6. Mitchell: I am so thankful that I have a wonderful son. He is all I ever imagined when I wanted a son. He is such an incredible spirit.<br />7. Our family's good health. Everyday I look around and see illness and suffering. I am so thankful that our family has not had to endure this trial.<br />8. Scott's career. I can't even express the thankfulness I feel for the income that we have in such a shaky economy.<br />9. The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day-Saints. I can't even begin to express my thanks for the church and all it has done to help me in my life while growing up as well as raising my children.<br />10. The knowledge of Eternal Families.<br /><br />I don't know if I have 4 friends that blog that haven't already been tagged. But I tag my sister-in-law Amy.<br /></span><br /></span></div>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496286961334645616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22615586.post-48644065926834779382008-11-02T17:49:00.005-05:002008-11-02T18:10:53.179-05:00Halloween at the Kreitlein's<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKwXBIru2woDjlOiibyNytx7VC-DrC4wwCGWzsZBBDvzbyLnCPBFgRc_VjYamDZxz7Vey4ObnOsNX991ydY2NpEv5unWT7_NEaq8J-4BDDoqZdvneLf_g5YmsnprW3fLXN1KGPNw/s1600-h/halloween08+083.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKwXBIru2woDjlOiibyNytx7VC-DrC4wwCGWzsZBBDvzbyLnCPBFgRc_VjYamDZxz7Vey4ObnOsNX991ydY2NpEv5unWT7_NEaq8J-4BDDoqZdvneLf_g5YmsnprW3fLXN1KGPNw/s400/halloween08+083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264199957416222882" border="0" /></a><br />Halloween at our house is a week long affair!<br />We had the Fall Festival on Tuesday and<br />Sarah had 4 different costume parties to attend.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_TCFsfyJEoRO0L3GMFPWNSstuN_QROkcmF7NC5DAoXMKBVbwVpfM9aihvM9ZYWOPB2y4k8hMR2l44Xhz4XEJfdUbAGyJJfklxeAq6nNxaatPYvh5Vt8WqROadLuqsfOqUte2HHA/s1600-h/halloween08+067.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_TCFsfyJEoRO0L3GMFPWNSstuN_QROkcmF7NC5DAoXMKBVbwVpfM9aihvM9ZYWOPB2y4k8hMR2l44Xhz4XEJfdUbAGyJJfklxeAq6nNxaatPYvh5Vt8WqROadLuqsfOqUte2HHA/s400/halloween08+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264199947761378178" border="0" /></a><br />We barely fit in Pumpkin Carving in between activities<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDvIdMRopEFq6PCfsz2Sprr2aIoonRa5Yf9foXffkUIPXuGowITO090CMbmDp48Jm1Jth2lPjQmbAgRhedfQN-oli_rOLjJrAhx2T_olKSngAogfMuu2_Bn4DHVbo0rMwMeUhlcg/s1600-h/halloween08+063.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDvIdMRopEFq6PCfsz2Sprr2aIoonRa5Yf9foXffkUIPXuGowITO090CMbmDp48Jm1Jth2lPjQmbAgRhedfQN-oli_rOLjJrAhx2T_olKSngAogfMuu2_Bn4DHVbo0rMwMeUhlcg/s400/halloween08+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264199939192654866" border="0" /></a><br />As you can see from the photo's we had to do it on an afternoon<br />All our nights were filled with baseball, cheerleading and<br />events.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrnivdYoRLkdX57iwdo6yAkMbB_gjzHq3VZUGYvJhYk4XdzF_v9Yb0r7ZJtbvxaRpEylTJpQwR5yUKVxUXGaYM7nEq65wo8qYKqOjDWZ22KpyZOxF4Tqwgwbfw3TF3b-65c0LY7g/s1600-h/halloween08+055.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrnivdYoRLkdX57iwdo6yAkMbB_gjzHq3VZUGYvJhYk4XdzF_v9Yb0r7ZJtbvxaRpEylTJpQwR5yUKVxUXGaYM7nEq65wo8qYKqOjDWZ22KpyZOxF4Tqwgwbfw3TF3b-65c0LY7g/s400/halloween08+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264199935695528882" border="0" /></a><br />For the fall Festival, there were no masks allowed<br />So Sarah did a great job making Mitchell look like a<br />WareWolf.<br />Scott and I went as Day and Night. Our only photo together<br />was blurry...oooh darn.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWFBk_Z87IuFepllJghthyr1Y67tRBTmYmsAIJ3qYElbxcfALeYrp78ngYcNnUQygfMBAOlNp-32Oilxh6RvhfwxxEk7BB8E4Bvx96ZEtIb2WL6rQ06_dFH5mTMbmjCy5VkR4MfA/s1600-h/halloween08+049.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWFBk_Z87IuFepllJghthyr1Y67tRBTmYmsAIJ3qYElbxcfALeYrp78ngYcNnUQygfMBAOlNp-32Oilxh6RvhfwxxEk7BB8E4Bvx96ZEtIb2WL6rQ06_dFH5mTMbmjCy5VkR4MfA/s400/halloween08+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264199924587826802" border="0" /></a><br />Scott even decorated the outside of the house to look spooky and scarey<br />He did a great job<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzrWwEqV9vQ2-C2sKQQuUPYCGA5qj7nVyEt8rTHXLRZfrRHmg3HzYb_FJ39ZGIImHesW3bH7gD1a_aXLb4ByhrpYmYgQmbuczOybp2Cn7yHX9pVWWtt257rm_qAqWBjKghQo1qAg/s1600-h/fall08+140.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzrWwEqV9vQ2-C2sKQQuUPYCGA5qj7nVyEt8rTHXLRZfrRHmg3HzYb_FJ39ZGIImHesW3bH7gD1a_aXLb4ByhrpYmYgQmbuczOybp2Cn7yHX9pVWWtt257rm_qAqWBjKghQo1qAg/s400/fall08+140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264197309095882226" border="0" /></a><br />Of course my kids still love to get costumes after all these years<br />It helps to have a mom born on Halloween that loves<br />the holiday!!!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit7ST9s_ypwT2UGV6rlOOCZxlMHyzpsnjhX9zd9w0YPJGf66lWMHT31_TnYrS2ZJA521pqda1V768etZ-UfEQI78YiQkM-1PkASL2yt5nLKZqPD3BC_2qkcjhOs7spkSBXPjOWHw/s1600-h/fall08+141.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit7ST9s_ypwT2UGV6rlOOCZxlMHyzpsnjhX9zd9w0YPJGf66lWMHT31_TnYrS2ZJA521pqda1V768etZ-UfEQI78YiQkM-1PkASL2yt5nLKZqPD3BC_2qkcjhOs7spkSBXPjOWHw/s400/fall08+141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264197302048650866" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJy1Q8T-KBmHBMD_honlcq040yT91YSQlKGEKhXcMSMCMmMo59fPr2TU9sIpwRZOs_3RGogL3_pu_6gIcSVZPywM2J4z6hHbO3Upc1jL-GvIjyMgSqEYOVuW0fuR-HIGHS3kJ77w/s1600-h/fall08+139.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJy1Q8T-KBmHBMD_honlcq040yT91YSQlKGEKhXcMSMCMmMo59fPr2TU9sIpwRZOs_3RGogL3_pu_6gIcSVZPywM2J4z6hHbO3Upc1jL-GvIjyMgSqEYOVuW0fuR-HIGHS3kJ77w/s400/fall08+139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264197299743172418" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB5JnWzY5JGxmkmF7t_DjbrF7bf50N_0a_AjTEenJkyjRDh-GrjfzlrtBfXlcNCEg5UO8s4XxaB7lfL4lxLwkKbYtU9S6iDSEu9NEkehbxrhXb8A4qs9HsDES-ajjoyweWUKbV8A/s1600-h/fall08+138edit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB5JnWzY5JGxmkmF7t_DjbrF7bf50N_0a_AjTEenJkyjRDh-GrjfzlrtBfXlcNCEg5UO8s4XxaB7lfL4lxLwkKbYtU9S6iDSEu9NEkehbxrhXb8A4qs9HsDES-ajjoyweWUKbV8A/s400/fall08+138edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264197290629487906" border="0" /></a><br />It was a fun week....but I am tired...<br />Turning 40 will do that to you<br /></div>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496286961334645616noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22615586.post-80571197181779866712008-11-02T17:35:00.004-05:002008-11-02T17:48:17.090-05:00Mitchell's Ball season has come to a close.... :)<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">2 outs, bases loaded, behind 3 to 8</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Full count (3 balls 2 strikes)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">OOOOH The Pressure</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx23Nppy_x5QyZg4oEf0WJCK80VBeRHMLucjJ0jISam3emPAStC43Q9FUl295vEjcrGtpUJQ6Oz8MCRoXGP9XNRbRl2KvfWXM2NYodc_zEZ4CcpJ_wJp9RFnsk4JXKq16LHF5UmA/s1600-h/halloween08+016.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx23Nppy_x5QyZg4oEf0WJCK80VBeRHMLucjJ0jISam3emPAStC43Q9FUl295vEjcrGtpUJQ6Oz8MCRoXGP9XNRbRl2KvfWXM2NYodc_zEZ4CcpJ_wJp9RFnsk4JXKq16LHF5UmA/s400/halloween08+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264194242385896514" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Mom is so nervous she can't even look....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Can he do it?</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipFFacFfz7Um2delavtwzoIjujf5Jv6uiULFB9QLjdawf_VyB1Rg0ciy08ii2Enek0GBkLELYIbjTEUqsq4xO9mzrHMPBPmpvRY9K9CVX8Om6CZckPsOqXWrNwBXMKwexqV2u9AA/s1600-h/halloween08+017.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipFFacFfz7Um2delavtwzoIjujf5Jv6uiULFB9QLjdawf_VyB1Rg0ciy08ii2Enek0GBkLELYIbjTEUqsq4xO9mzrHMPBPmpvRY9K9CVX8Om6CZckPsOqXWrNwBXMKwexqV2u9AA/s400/halloween08+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264194249729701890" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Centerfield ! Yeah Baby!!!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Way to go Mitchell!!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja9h6nTFjKrqtyTZsOtl7NkGf_nMiumpTkUD0sjjeK17lbHQBDmwNbGZX1vG7WEXMlp48oQhhVITgYbnU-tZDP6yDX2WsN66mammAW8Y4D-fnuLIrEXPY80sglJjvxU8oGsz-dTw/s1600-h/halloween08+023.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja9h6nTFjKrqtyTZsOtl7NkGf_nMiumpTkUD0sjjeK17lbHQBDmwNbGZX1vG7WEXMlp48oQhhVITgYbnU-tZDP6yDX2WsN66mammAW8Y4D-fnuLIrEXPY80sglJjvxU8oGsz-dTw/s400/halloween08+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264194257458694594" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">(I can't believe I hit that!!!...Mom did you have to scream so loud?)</span><br /><br />Mitchell's 9th baseball season has come to an end.<br />He learned alot, and really enjoyed this season more than any before.<br />He had great coaches and they did really well.<br />Their team finished in 3rd place for the regular season.<br />Before the end of the season, Mitchell's hitting REALLY took a turn for the better.<br />He was in a bit of a slump at the beginning<br />but suddenly started to hit and hit REALLY well.<br />...and so ends another season in the life of Baseball.<br /><br /></div>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496286961334645616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22615586.post-35338597226305972142008-10-10T13:11:00.005-04:002008-10-10T18:53:12.576-04:00Lindsey is a JMS Cheerleader<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Lindsey has been cheering on a recreational cheerleading squad for 3 years. Rec means...everyone cheers, there are no try-outs, just sign up and you will be placed on a squad.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">This week she had the opportunity to try-out for themiddle school Basketball Cheerleading squad. She was so excited and worked really hard all week after school to learn the routine, cheers, and dance.There were 31 girls trying out for 16 spots. Many of the girls were on her rec squad.Many were on an "elite" squad. We were anxious to find out how well Lindsey would do.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Yesterday...the day of the try-outs....she woke up with a fever of 101 !!!If she missed school, she couldn't try out.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">So she had to go to school sick, and then attend the try-outs in front of the judges after school. By the time I picked her up, her eyes were bloodshot and she was almost dizzy.She didn't care if she made it, all she wanted to do was sleep!</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">(But she had to attend a chorus concert an hour later back at the school)</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY9leomH9GBI35CGWtVFi7apkx6S84j3qF1FyDhr6-e1PZzmu7TstxZJdtXf5mC_t1SCO2SvHdMxBZdA2RbC2E8aWqp-YWZyhqvVkOhV2J6wSSThuVGyhysVrum8vRFHyTxJGiYA/s1600-h/oct+009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY9leomH9GBI35CGWtVFi7apkx6S84j3qF1FyDhr6-e1PZzmu7TstxZJdtXf5mC_t1SCO2SvHdMxBZdA2RbC2E8aWqp-YWZyhqvVkOhV2J6wSSThuVGyhysVrum8vRFHyTxJGiYA/s400/oct+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255574892013723138" border="0" /></a>Much to her excitement...She made the squad!!!!!<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8yKTZEcVpMvDvKMcpKMIk8-fhwNfeVH95-_JRbXFLOAoL4p7EN4O5hAgwQJBl-rTT3Mb_OWb7gT3neUOTEkKydkx3kt-cr8E0GjXsLv6Ffbqs6ZGpSF8q2Z4jYZOI5pFsnB5Npg/s1600-h/oct+010edit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8yKTZEcVpMvDvKMcpKMIk8-fhwNfeVH95-_JRbXFLOAoL4p7EN4O5hAgwQJBl-rTT3Mb_OWb7gT3neUOTEkKydkx3kt-cr8E0GjXsLv6Ffbqs6ZGpSF8q2Z4jYZOI5pFsnB5Npg/s400/oct+010edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255574891104311538" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">On a sad note.... Her best friend of 4 years did not make the squad.<br />It was so hard for Lindsey to be happy knowing her friend's heart was breaking.<br />Her friend Danielle was the reason Lindsey even got involved with cheerleading<br />She had encouraged her to sign up for rec cheer and was with her all three years on the same squad.It was quite a shock when she didn't make the team and Lindsey did.<br />I guess sometimes Life just isn't fair. I am happy for Lindsey, but sad for Danielle.<br /></div>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496286961334645616noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22615586.post-47497176418126256952008-10-10T13:07:00.003-04:002008-10-10T13:11:19.460-04:00Sarah the Artist<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3QzqvHlFv5qWyQWSUIwjCFbdqGXN5Gl2ytn9EmtYqPJgEN1kawj0mkOoPZXsNfcNX6vvFuEvWyvQDtd5d5S6QW0zHKN_mjllAxHRD9QbBn9woXnHGr3Qx_WXy2I7L7FsVGvzdlw/s1600-h/oct+008edit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3QzqvHlFv5qWyQWSUIwjCFbdqGXN5Gl2ytn9EmtYqPJgEN1kawj0mkOoPZXsNfcNX6vvFuEvWyvQDtd5d5S6QW0zHKN_mjllAxHRD9QbBn9woXnHGr3Qx_WXy2I7L7FsVGvzdlw/s400/oct+008edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255573321645008882" border="0" /></a>Most of you that know Sarah know that she has been artistic since she could pick up a crayon.<br />She used to cry when I would take the crayons away for bedtime. She designed 2 Hallmark cards by the age of 7. But somewhere along the way, she lost her confidence. She didn't feel she was good enough of an artist. I have encouraged her to continue the art classes at school. She is in an advanced drawing class right now. This is her latest assignment. She had to have a self portrait as well as other mediums and layers. She worked so hard over the weekend on the project and even pulled an "All-nighter" on Sunday night. Her hard work paid off. She got a 96 on the project AND the teacher is displaying it in the art cases at the school in the hallway!<br />Way to go Sarah!!!Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496286961334645616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22615586.post-27907409402221255042008-10-10T12:52:00.002-04:002008-10-10T13:06:25.400-04:00General Conference<div style="text-align: center;">I cleaned my TV room really good for the family to watch<br />General Conference on Sunday. My philosophy is that<br />"Cleanliness is next to Godliness".<br />I wanted a nice clean spot to feel the spirit while listening<br />to the words of our Prophet and leaders.<br />Much to my surprise...<br />Mitchell has a very different vision of a special place to watch conference.<br />He arranged the room for the family to have a giant PJ party while watching conference.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3iNLa_tE1_E34nuhXyLoXduhTbKed9penWezQzpeNOJOy6Ng8CfoIwpXHu0RH36OIFJBNLG6_oERMd4OTb2pbiLOTb-IkQvZy-7pjYbLvcEf8FtGo-JC6S44Veq9zaZxirqSyvA/s1600-h/oct+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3iNLa_tE1_E34nuhXyLoXduhTbKed9penWezQzpeNOJOy6Ng8CfoIwpXHu0RH36OIFJBNLG6_oERMd4OTb2pbiLOTb-IkQvZy-7pjYbLvcEf8FtGo-JC6S44Veq9zaZxirqSyvA/s400/oct+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255571103237203298" border="0" /></a>This is what I discovered about an hour before the<br />Sunday Morning Session of Conference<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ4LWIdovdT7-4QctI_YOxNYezYWvJkN2-mpjrMZNz_T6LHoueXFZ2KUkozIkeM-R7sce6ZTG7IdIag2w6jOQM9S9-QlmRM1DELXcI_AHgXo6i3lTvl8ypf1kVMRVemLmO-bqUTw/s1600-h/oct+005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ4LWIdovdT7-4QctI_YOxNYezYWvJkN2-mpjrMZNz_T6LHoueXFZ2KUkozIkeM-R7sce6ZTG7IdIag2w6jOQM9S9-QlmRM1DELXcI_AHgXo6i3lTvl8ypf1kVMRVemLmO-bqUTw/s400/oct+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255571103523563538" border="0" /></a>How could I be mad? <br />My sweet little boy WANTED to watch conference.<br />He wanted to have a wonderful experience.<br />His vision was just different than mine.<br />Sometimes the little children have the best ideas.<br />We had Rootbeer floats, popcorn and lots of cuddling<br />It was <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">WONDERFUL</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqsWYriIYG8qw3kplS5ipBM3je-f4YZ6YU1Rgotz2YVKjxvsRHx_sL46EVUAe-cdrVLF2-t-4rphgK8pefhWrnWtX_UdyMcWA7NUPTzOVBrwyaudSFr1JwkTEhMHDiLsW8PrJwGg/s1600-h/oct+007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqsWYriIYG8qw3kplS5ipBM3je-f4YZ6YU1Rgotz2YVKjxvsRHx_sL46EVUAe-cdrVLF2-t-4rphgK8pefhWrnWtX_UdyMcWA7NUPTzOVBrwyaudSFr1JwkTEhMHDiLsW8PrJwGg/s400/oct+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255571104946288642" border="0" /></a>Maybe too soothing?<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg42V_iy1SmQpDxJT4mnsADSAW5NEHtv96ZKzI6H_TgSKKzdBUKyL7xpCCpgiR05ElIvS2kur56f7KWbnVhatKXNR2AVDvrHIDWMAHepPkPqYK25TBABjBFgDkOIGPuMoiMQWQefg/s1600-h/oct+006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg42V_iy1SmQpDxJT4mnsADSAW5NEHtv96ZKzI6H_TgSKKzdBUKyL7xpCCpgiR05ElIvS2kur56f7KWbnVhatKXNR2AVDvrHIDWMAHepPkPqYK25TBABjBFgDkOIGPuMoiMQWQefg/s400/oct+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255571114443346434" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I feel so blessed right now my heart feels like it could explode. <br />I watch so many trials around me.<br />Job losses, health problems, divorce...the list could go on and on. <br />I feel like my family is in a bubble of protection right now. <br />A bubble I am fighting desperately to keep from Bursting. <br />My Heavenly Father is so good to my family!<br /></div>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496286961334645616noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22615586.post-38312258702439924112008-10-07T10:33:00.003-04:002008-10-07T10:40:46.307-04:00WOLF<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Mitchell has finally earned his Wolf!!!</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh09LPjaBhYCfLj4Hoq8SWu9k50kpIk2LZ5qcxOK6iTwTzU5r4OvCSw-ydS_otCTHR3bHyLMfGizEQ_yk_MTvR2mSK3x6eK-b_rb1MRNASScPR_x7G2x2HrGWdJV2o1tCancusS4Q/s1600-h/wolfb.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh09LPjaBhYCfLj4Hoq8SWu9k50kpIk2LZ5qcxOK6iTwTzU5r4OvCSw-ydS_otCTHR3bHyLMfGizEQ_yk_MTvR2mSK3x6eK-b_rb1MRNASScPR_x7G2x2HrGWdJV2o1tCancusS4Q/s400/wolfb.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254420761587543490" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSdCjEhk15fE3Z2mPY3e4_stabC-IZ3VVwMwuvB4YG3elwWCnHuxCOgcIjungvGYrmNEydkfk3EeyxkLuWq2wJ4WpaNhNkDL3gSQVao8WP1HonhbUTmhgHdk76QpjrQA-mpQdNUg/s1600-h/fall08+133.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSdCjEhk15fE3Z2mPY3e4_stabC-IZ3VVwMwuvB4YG3elwWCnHuxCOgcIjungvGYrmNEydkfk3EeyxkLuWq2wJ4WpaNhNkDL3gSQVao8WP1HonhbUTmhgHdk76QpjrQA-mpQdNUg/s400/fall08+133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254421359571185218" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Our pack meeting was last Tuesday. He chose to skip a</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">baseball game to get his wolf. Mitchell is still very excited about</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">scouting thanks to a very wonderful leader!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Now he has 3 months to work on arrow points until he can advance</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">to a Bear.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">WAY TO GO MITCHELL!!!</span><br /></div>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496286961334645616noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22615586.post-45469979530600498682008-10-03T11:00:00.004-04:002008-10-03T11:22:59.119-04:00Fall Happenings<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">We have been so busy this fall...sometimes I forget to just enjoy<br />my kids for the wonderful people that they are<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcQC5c8hj9STZGVcnAp3bS3NwJ-YgKNtIfP4E33y1qwCblDmrmKUxHo2GcVOPLX3kazx1lYMWc_NMAqPqROGTyYnsjM9mtusuvRRbAaiwM6UiA_TUvY3l1tkv0BlHcl3OOBlWUBA/s1600-h/fall08+020.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcQC5c8hj9STZGVcnAp3bS3NwJ-YgKNtIfP4E33y1qwCblDmrmKUxHo2GcVOPLX3kazx1lYMWc_NMAqPqROGTyYnsjM9mtusuvRRbAaiwM6UiA_TUvY3l1tkv0BlHcl3OOBlWUBA/s400/fall08+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252944691249395346" border="0" /></a><br />Mitchell got to participate in a Fishing Tournament on Saturday<br />Compliments of his Grandpa.<br />The fish he is holding actually helped him win 3rd place<br />in the tournament...guess the fish weren't biting<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyu4PCvku4CBVkSOCzfKyf2_vG_BKp1PszBjUiRyEDkMFjIOy81no42GbuzLM5BnIR-OBbKR5BqWi5IkA0cIxZoGMLzxMaRiqEZewevci_DV9CahYYqYVH6iqrCGvWR92QCgqmBQ/s1600-h/fall08+050.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyu4PCvku4CBVkSOCzfKyf2_vG_BKp1PszBjUiRyEDkMFjIOy81no42GbuzLM5BnIR-OBbKR5BqWi5IkA0cIxZoGMLzxMaRiqEZewevci_DV9CahYYqYVH6iqrCGvWR92QCgqmBQ/s400/fall08+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252944697342552690" border="0" /></a><br />Baseball Season is in full swing. Mitchell had to move up to<br />the 9/10 year old league this fall (he's 8)<br />The boy beside him is the other catcher on the team<br />No joke..he is bigger than Lindsey.<br />But Mitchell has proven himself and earned a place on the team.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi2abW5R2bSM5KSk4kyiLYI6Oa3XOkpRvjkkSm6ibD57M693RFk05vjFdlq8jf6cJnfluCLJNiLopJGoq7su6QpJzEclsZN7ioMyoK-LwqE7oIrvsfGOdEVp47OV9mSvCao56U2A/s1600-h/fall08+054.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi2abW5R2bSM5KSk4kyiLYI6Oa3XOkpRvjkkSm6ibD57M693RFk05vjFdlq8jf6cJnfluCLJNiLopJGoq7su6QpJzEclsZN7ioMyoK-LwqE7oIrvsfGOdEVp47OV9mSvCao56U2A/s400/fall08+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252944699461457954" border="0" /></a>At the beginning of the season, his coach had a few reservations<br />about placing Mitchell in as catcher. He is seriously the smallest<br />one on the team. His coach worked with Mitchell on making a throw<br />all the way to second base on this bigger field.<br />In Minor, the boys can steal bases and the catcher can throw them out<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-size:180%;">What FUN !!!!<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />This is the funnest thing!<br />Mitchell LOVEs to throw out boys at 2nd. <br />So far he has 5 <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">"Throw Down's"</span><br />(way more than the bigger catcher)<br />And his coaches call him "Golden Arm"<br />He has also gotten numerous boys out stealing 3rd and home plate.<br />Our team things Mitchell is our secret weapon.<br />The other teams think Mitchell is the "Shrimp"<br />And they think they can get away with stealing.....ha ha!<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMe8tj88qZAovbNofYFVtnJOTkvuLM8lNEzZAQil23vgDIqrk3SbgliZdanrXhX36Y3EqFek8kkVVlDML5rUafl3GcOlhHSY-55D35w5_d2jfe2O14hzfr0U40Nq_7BePGr7m1jw/s1600-h/fall08+075.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMe8tj88qZAovbNofYFVtnJOTkvuLM8lNEzZAQil23vgDIqrk3SbgliZdanrXhX36Y3EqFek8kkVVlDML5rUafl3GcOlhHSY-55D35w5_d2jfe2O14hzfr0U40Nq_7BePGr7m1jw/s400/fall08+075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252944705118425186" border="0" /></a><br />Lindsey's 8th grade cheerleading season is in Full Swing<br />She is so busy. Her squad cheers for 3 different teams.<br />All together there are 58 cheerleaders and they rotate some of the games.<br />It is not as much fun as last year but she is a trooper and keeps a<br />smile on her face. Next week she tries out for 8th Grade Basketball cheerleader.<br />I am not sure if I want you all to cross her fingers to make it or not<br />(price tag is $500)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmJRP6hyvp0FUpahSXuiAdrSOI_xqEAoReDAmMi8yA_itk1E711b42N9YQKLEggbVfKlh7ez0KEg5rBo5IOHuGlBqwQXUz8R_rKLMocztJPAIgxMv77IxDipS_x1XDcWWxtvHueQ/s1600-h/fall08+004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmJRP6hyvp0FUpahSXuiAdrSOI_xqEAoReDAmMi8yA_itk1E711b42N9YQKLEggbVfKlh7ez0KEg5rBo5IOHuGlBqwQXUz8R_rKLMocztJPAIgxMv77IxDipS_x1XDcWWxtvHueQ/s400/fall08+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252944691023996162" border="0" /></a>Finally...I am entering into a new time in my life this month<br />On Halloween I will turn .....yes... <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">40<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />I have accepted my aging life.<br />Scott decided to get my birthday present early so I could enjoy it<br />He got me a new digital camera! My old one had hit 4 years old<br />and in this world today..that means a dinosaur!<br />The above pictures was the first official picture taken with my<br />new camera.<br />I got a new Kodak with 10 mega-pixels and 15 optical zoom<br />I am having so much fun playing with my new toy<br />Thanks so much my wonderful Husband!<br />I love you lots and lots!!!<br /></span></span></span></span></div>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496286961334645616noreply@blogger.com2