tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91799870436894513332024-03-05T10:35:19.954-07:00the jackson fivepaigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708104073730441806noreply@blogger.comBlogger155125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179987043689451333.post-32549560907652599372014-10-12T21:40:00.000-06:002014-10-12T21:40:11.343-06:00To Blog about<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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11/2013:<br />
Tyler and I were sitting in the bleachers at one of Trace's first basketball games. He's not allowed to wear his watch during his games and Tyler noticed that Trace still had his watch on and the game was starting. Tyler yelled at him, "TRACE, YOUR WATCH." To which Trace replied, "IT'S ELEVEN O'CLOCK." <br />
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7/11/2014:<br />
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We went out for Chick-fil-A free meal…we dressed up like a cow.<br />
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Nash has been very interested in how Erin feeds baby Elle. He always wants to stick around when Erin is feeding her. One day I was holding Elle and Nash said "Are you feeding her with your Nibbles?"<br />
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8/24/2014:<br />
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At breakfast this morning, I told Sydney that I ran into Rachelle, (tyler's cousin) and she said her daughter Maggie is taking sewing class. Sydney has been wanting to learn how to sew so I told her we could sign her up some time. Nash, who was on the other side of the room came over and said "What? I want to do it." And I said, "You want to take a sewing class?" We said you sure about that Nash sewing is for girls Nash said, "Oh, I thought you meant knitting." <br />
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10/2014:<br />
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During breakfast, Dad was making lots of jokes. Everyone was laughing really hard and finally Sydney said "what's everyone laughing about?" Nash, in a surprising tone said, "You don't know?" Sydney shook her head. Knowing that the jokes dad was making were over Nash's head I said, "Nash, go ahead and tell Sydney what's so funny." To which Nash quickly replied, "I HAVE NO IDEA!"<br />
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10/12/14 <br />
Tonight we drove the Alpine Loop to see the beautiful mountain and leaves changing colors. When we got home, Tyler told Nash, thanks for being a good boy on our ride. Nash said he needed a reward and Tyler said being in our family is reward enough. Nash said that wasn't good enough. Then, Sydney chimed in and said. "How would you like to go to a poor family, there's plenty of those out there and that can be arranged." <br />
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Tyler read Liar, Liar (a blog story) to the kids last night and reminded Sydney about how she needs to tell the truth about something she fibbed about earlier in the day. Sydney said, "I was telling the truth--ish."<br />
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paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708104073730441806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179987043689451333.post-43765580340727919412011-07-23T10:48:00.005-06:002011-07-23T11:13:27.361-06:00I'm CoolIt seems like it's not cool to blog anymore. No wonder I stopped.<br /><br />But seriously, I have not felt the blogging urge in awhile (obviously), but I thought I'd give a stab at it today just to see how it goes.<br /><br />So much has happened in the last 5 months, but I'm just going to stick with the happy stuff:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" >Nash turned 3! </span> He is such a handsome charmer, and I honestly can't control him (probably because he's my baby and my last). He does what he wants and gets what he wants. That about sums it up.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdEzeC_v8KFN_L76i5YPpJwB9AbKHlAZ_vT-z3ssEc9TyLH-CfivDuGY1QUx17J6n_XLKIyEgY2YG085y7VHDn3TN-Vj-Ek0JNFsK7x_FRHvCKtXk5av5y5D17HMBT_AhAQEaYXdiDGvk/s1600/july5.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdEzeC_v8KFN_L76i5YPpJwB9AbKHlAZ_vT-z3ssEc9TyLH-CfivDuGY1QUx17J6n_XLKIyEgY2YG085y7VHDn3TN-Vj-Ek0JNFsK7x_FRHvCKtXk5av5y5D17HMBT_AhAQEaYXdiDGvk/s200/july5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632594868009899522" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMiGpGigMSS6QpGJWRJC7uYBhVNw3gR4sewNywsj4QQWXSZqGgYveqTDXyC4atKLIubpq54EjzNOn2pnVQKfFbT5rVzF_bwEhatMQ9zOwgGyQUGxpJHEOAv4fhxAwCriacQ0jGl9-iek4/s1600/july2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMiGpGigMSS6QpGJWRJC7uYBhVNw3gR4sewNywsj4QQWXSZqGgYveqTDXyC4atKLIubpq54EjzNOn2pnVQKfFbT5rVzF_bwEhatMQ9zOwgGyQUGxpJHEOAv4fhxAwCriacQ0jGl9-iek4/s200/july2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632594880507104818" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" >Sydney turned 6!</span> Syd is a bright star! She is always happy, and is full of spunk! She has the cutest giggle and I love hearing it every day.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgL4btg1IjtByEaL0Fr5H2-dg6mLx2IGAnWXH9LnKblrwf0vtystTHvVVL1Pfjf4fuxnJNBGnG96JmMu3SvJ2yVYwyBIaYT6Bq1tpzfDzVmnwCY4Ea9kQxxYVboqPOePAHiwtGKDAI3bY/s1600/july6.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgL4btg1IjtByEaL0Fr5H2-dg6mLx2IGAnWXH9LnKblrwf0vtystTHvVVL1Pfjf4fuxnJNBGnG96JmMu3SvJ2yVYwyBIaYT6Bq1tpzfDzVmnwCY4Ea9kQxxYVboqPOePAHiwtGKDAI3bY/s200/july6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632594882493345058" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjboYKXqJ1jnwl1ZcyZOTzt_Bs2UQI21gRYeM2SC6e42y1MODZNWu542M8BhhiDUaGBDLs29lNw3YTV-SdrNkE-kRS14x0lS99XDQLT3HJ5u4FDtbJQ7NrTeObKDtiHnge_Nd-XfKvDMz4/s1600/july3.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjboYKXqJ1jnwl1ZcyZOTzt_Bs2UQI21gRYeM2SC6e42y1MODZNWu542M8BhhiDUaGBDLs29lNw3YTV-SdrNkE-kRS14x0lS99XDQLT3HJ5u4FDtbJQ7NrTeObKDtiHnge_Nd-XfKvDMz4/s200/july3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632594870050693826" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">Trace, well is still 7</span></span>, but soon to be 8 and baptized. He is growing up so fast and becoming so mature. He just got some new specs this week that I LOVE...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpyxWRSyID6ginBfohlxZERYs23d5aGmXOwTqofYNVZhUjeYBdpAG83XikYlH1CEFJW-ACuwrD3MBYrWCoKrBicqUWPncqzHQ3qgjedUV8BoMTGWR82O-oNd8eUWzkELVu0lquKWBuVg4/s1600/july.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpyxWRSyID6ginBfohlxZERYs23d5aGmXOwTqofYNVZhUjeYBdpAG83XikYlH1CEFJW-ACuwrD3MBYrWCoKrBicqUWPncqzHQ3qgjedUV8BoMTGWR82O-oNd8eUWzkELVu0lquKWBuVg4/s200/july.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632595340448137682" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />I just got a job at Maple Mountain High School that I'm starting in the fall. It's less than 5 minutes from my house, which will be so nice! So, I'll be working 2 part-time jobs. Yep, makes sense huh?<br /><br />The kiddos and I are leaving for VA in a few days and I am ready for some good times! There's just something about "home". I miss my family and can't wait to talk, relax and play games. <br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />On a random note, I was sitting at Erin's house a few weeks, and looked outside to see this...a double rainbow. What does that mean? Maybe it's good luck. Whatever it is, it's good right?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicf9zXfV0dnzHqcczCk_HbfCCsH8c2ipfX69usM-K9Ga02JXHAL4PZDkazNuQ3T6V3TkPw0IR3k6mTPJOizh7DY9xXARcRibIoyRetRdih2_yWEDn88LOttryNxkKVUWYB5zSsKPKtnqg/s1600/july4.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicf9zXfV0dnzHqcczCk_HbfCCsH8c2ipfX69usM-K9Ga02JXHAL4PZDkazNuQ3T6V3TkPw0IR3k6mTPJOizh7DY9xXARcRibIoyRetRdih2_yWEDn88LOttryNxkKVUWYB5zSsKPKtnqg/s200/july4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632594870482703234" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div>paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708104073730441806noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179987043689451333.post-72016734002460219242011-02-11T12:58:00.004-07:002011-02-11T13:03:05.407-07:00100!It was Sydney's 100th day of school celebration. Lots of one-hundred activities were highly anticipated. But, I had no idea how much<span style="font-style: italic;"> I</span> would enjoy it, until this little number came out of her backpack: <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0CM1kOOO4HbU8AowBAquSl916NmO99MrBB-3DtMgUTWY9irNmfZYlyPg4NJ8P1mpaoWpqBH8j_VwkNf7AfhcGHt8s6J32920YoJrbLQyZaUkBCbo2TSCBkV2TZ0EM16XmZIXdsKMrjo8/s1600/scan0001.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0CM1kOOO4HbU8AowBAquSl916NmO99MrBB-3DtMgUTWY9irNmfZYlyPg4NJ8P1mpaoWpqBH8j_VwkNf7AfhcGHt8s6J32920YoJrbLQyZaUkBCbo2TSCBkV2TZ0EM16XmZIXdsKMrjo8/s400/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572524464855210786" border="0" /></a><br />Hilarious!<br /></div>paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708104073730441806noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179987043689451333.post-27054154864739117702011-01-21T14:34:00.003-07:002011-01-21T14:42:43.590-07:00Delish...If you need something to comfort you during the January blues, here it is. <br /><br />I am going to divulge my recipe for the perfect (*light) chocolate milk shake. There are no measurements here, folks. Just go with it.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bryers Neopolitan Ice Cream</span> (Yep, Strawberry. Vanilla. Chocolate. ) And, do not skimp; it must be Bryers or I cannot guarantee it. <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Milk</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vanilla</span> or almond extract<br />Magic Bullet (optional, but perfect for a single serving)<br /><br />You're Welcome.<br /><br />*Indicates light chocolate flavor, NOT light in calories. I cannot be held responsible if you get fat.paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708104073730441806noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179987043689451333.post-50834082572344772542011-01-21T14:18:00.004-07:002011-01-21T14:32:48.067-07:00One week down...<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>I never thought it could be this easy.<br /><br />Sydney has not sucked her thumb for one whole week...<br /><br />I am so proud of her!<br /><br />Say good-bye (hopefully) to these teeth, and hello to some ortho work to fix her bite (one day).<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcy23AlcmHlp8FK5i43Tk-JwGzBrdHH0AfeUovgc8KblXbUYdZUbmnQGqROLHR_5lUkim7e4Im-_-SX-IjX3YWA86uGf5vMO4B2eko0_m6n7Mfz7UXSM2epBdCxlJN4oVMJrp_1ufh2_4/s1600/Wedding+054.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcy23AlcmHlp8FK5i43Tk-JwGzBrdHH0AfeUovgc8KblXbUYdZUbmnQGqROLHR_5lUkim7e4Im-_-SX-IjX3YWA86uGf5vMO4B2eko0_m6n7Mfz7UXSM2epBdCxlJN4oVMJrp_1ufh2_4/s320/Wedding+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564754204588697794" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br />How did we do it you ask? Two things:<br /><br /><ol><li style="font-weight: bold;">Bribery</li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fear</span> (of the dentist's "painful" appliance")</li></ol></div></div><img src="file:///F:/DOCUME%7E1/Jackson5/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /><img src="file:///F:/DOCUME%7E1/Jackson5/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" />paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708104073730441806noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179987043689451333.post-5991424145433348502011-01-17T10:57:00.004-07:002011-01-17T13:05:28.950-07:00Life Is GoodDon't worry, this is not one of those "brag about my awesome life" posts. No siree.<br /><br />This is a from the heart, how I am feeling today, post.<br /><br />I am usually struggling in January, trying to get through the winter blues, for no reason. Except that I like to complain about the cold, the snow, and the darkness.<br /><br />This January, I find myself with problems, worries, trials, concerns, and unanswered questions. <br /><br />But, in the back of my mind, I keep hearing Tyler's wise Grandpa Jensen saying, "Life is Good".<br /><br />And, he's right. <span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Life is Good</span>.<br /><br />I was wired with an inherent ability to find the negative in everything, to be the pessimist. But I am trying daily, on a minute by minute basis, to find the good, the positive, <span style="font-weight: bold;">the light</span> in everything.<br /><br />Without trials and struggles we would not progress and grow. I don't want to get any taller, but I do hope I am growing. <br /><br />Everyone has trials; it's how we handle them that defines us.<br /><br />My blessings certainly out number my tribulations.<br /><br /><br />And,<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> so, Life is Good.</span> </span>paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708104073730441806noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179987043689451333.post-68168787249551976572010-11-19T22:42:00.001-07:002010-11-19T22:42:32.847-07:00Gratitude Day Eighteen & NineteenI am struggling keeping up with this thing! <br /><br />I was just reminded on my comments section of something that I really love...my heated toilet seat. Oh yes, it's the best thing that has ever happened to me in the winter.<br /><br />I should also mention my gratitude for insultators. You know who you are. Without you, Tyler would still be eating his sandwiches upside down, and I wouldn't know how to properly maintain a candle. <br /><br />*sorry bout the inside jokes* <br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708104073730441806noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179987043689451333.post-4798504193598667752010-11-17T20:49:00.001-07:002010-11-17T20:49:21.789-07:00Gratitude Day SeventeenGrateful for my kids' active imaginations. It keeps me laughin. <br /><br />Just as an example, about two weeks ago, Nash announced at the dinner table that baby Gianni (his cousin) was in his belly. That's right folks, Nash thinks he's pregnant. It hasn't been a fleeting episode either. He talks about baby Gianni all the time. "baby Gianni is hungry"' which translates to, "I want a treat". <br />So last week at Sunday dinner, Nash wanted to hold baby G and I asked him how Baby G got out of his belly. Nash seemed just as confused about the whole thing as I am.<br /> <br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708104073730441806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179987043689451333.post-41293235076873135422010-11-16T19:40:00.002-07:002010-11-16T19:46:21.007-07:00Gratitude Days, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen and Sixteen...SheeshOkay, okay, so I'm behind a few days. My phone wasn't letting me blog whilst I was away on a short vacay. So, here goes my make-up session:<br /><br />I'm grateful fer<br /><br />1. forgiveness<br />2. my kids' amazing teachers<br />3. my kids' amazing primary teachers<br />4. twix<br />5. modern appliancespaigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708104073730441806noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179987043689451333.post-41333860039824019922010-11-12T00:18:00.001-07:002010-11-12T00:18:20.310-07:00Gratitude day elevenGrateful fer the St. George condo. I love it here! <br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708104073730441806noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179987043689451333.post-33643521481779868382010-11-10T20:22:00.002-07:002010-11-10T20:29:15.799-07:00Gratitude Day Ten...Grateful fer my job. Another one of those things that has taught me A LOT. <br /><br />Love the kids and people I work with...<br /><br />Holla!paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708104073730441806noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179987043689451333.post-44001413828934606862010-11-09T20:23:00.001-07:002010-11-09T20:25:39.876-07:00Gratitude Day Nine...<div style="text-align: center;">Grateful fer brothers. We've had some great times together!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ3ie5Powhvy18PL7kzaiSpId_u3piz07tktArWchgkVzWbREnNxqbhqsEEHy6bJLCzxLZ0eYyta9-BrlIqcRdcwmvAKQakQbVbbVgZpi7xjiDfJrYgW_cIMESMaEreUiyas3TBp46iMI/s1600/scan0001.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ3ie5Powhvy18PL7kzaiSpId_u3piz07tktArWchgkVzWbREnNxqbhqsEEHy6bJLCzxLZ0eYyta9-BrlIqcRdcwmvAKQakQbVbbVgZpi7xjiDfJrYgW_cIMESMaEreUiyas3TBp46iMI/s400/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537756724260000258" border="0" /></a><br /></div>paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708104073730441806noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179987043689451333.post-49797265109987938262010-11-08T20:34:00.002-07:002010-11-08T20:38:21.137-07:00Gratitude Day EightGrateful fer funny. I love to laugh. <br /><br />But, I've noticed that raising kids makes me serious. I need to laugh more. <br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br /><p class="blogpress_location"><a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=E%20260%20N,Spanish%20Fork,United%20States%4040.113214%2C-111.626513&z=10"><br /></a></p>paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708104073730441806noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179987043689451333.post-65878063359781770442010-11-07T14:26:00.001-07:002010-11-07T14:26:49.128-07:00Gratitude Day SevenToday I am grateful fer my in-laws. ALL of them! I am surrounded by the best people. <br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708104073730441806noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179987043689451333.post-53909083787081239972010-11-06T10:18:00.001-06:002010-11-06T10:18:46.637-06:00Gratitude Day SixGlad my kids let me sleep until 7:30 this morning. I'm grateful fer lazy days!<br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708104073730441806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179987043689451333.post-34800496024144954952010-11-04T21:03:00.006-06:002010-11-04T21:17:02.661-06:00Gratitude Day Five...I'm 3 hours early! I hope it still counts...<br /><br />This gratitude post, has to do with the future. I'm hoping that in about 20 years from now, I'll be able to say,<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"I'm grateful my youngest child is still a man." </span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmQ-ckb06UEClEhZ3duDQJf1g4RQ2eSnAo4XNT6ucYZDcB4wpruwYg-gYG-iiuksmYU41NDQriRrsheZNjIGJdeqvRqwOEIvHt6SyonJFKTjsSDvUcRmIv5wsdrXJpezPIxHLgJR46ovo/s1600/CIMG0681.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmQ-ckb06UEClEhZ3duDQJf1g4RQ2eSnAo4XNT6ucYZDcB4wpruwYg-gYG-iiuksmYU41NDQriRrsheZNjIGJdeqvRqwOEIvHt6SyonJFKTjsSDvUcRmIv5wsdrXJpezPIxHLgJR46ovo/s400/CIMG0681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535899115127621058" border="0" /></a><br /><br />But for now, we'll just let him be the princess of his choice.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDfI0ueLl6Hx7cX8WP8NoaWqzmhyphenhyphenFVvIKC3zGjVRaHD1jtTvcErYKgJdOJd_taYDv8TL4a-9oSM7HoZUmQaUb-yHzgkMZbdArBu1jPdqTl1jo08VlWNjWbAsi2nAEA5R0RsL-3tZ_2PNM/s1600/CIMG0687.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDfI0ueLl6Hx7cX8WP8NoaWqzmhyphenhyphenFVvIKC3zGjVRaHD1jtTvcErYKgJdOJd_taYDv8TL4a-9oSM7HoZUmQaUb-yHzgkMZbdArBu1jPdqTl1jo08VlWNjWbAsi2nAEA5R0RsL-3tZ_2PNM/s320/CIMG0687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535897028998627186" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Sydney always has the best (unprompted) poses.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1RsH897keNuaPunzeSqUxd390GbYlx-Aj0HJs1gUlZzj6MxJTQu_9XURvIb6KmloWic5uomG3ymDp7DLSxmepIn2RY7eTtUMKzaosrzrrAb6g_RlgMZWzSWxRZfFltMfqcYcHayZRR64/s1600/CIMG0690.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1RsH897keNuaPunzeSqUxd390GbYlx-Aj0HJs1gUlZzj6MxJTQu_9XURvIb6KmloWic5uomG3ymDp7DLSxmepIn2RY7eTtUMKzaosrzrrAb6g_RlgMZWzSWxRZfFltMfqcYcHayZRR64/s320/CIMG0690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535897038260513650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />This picture might evoke the question,<br />"Do pirates actually wear snow boots?"<br />To which I would reply,<br />"Only in this economy. "<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFD2PhtzsHmRrNT7BXteo1cmB0k_wphp9VO0izvoch_NxdivKctOUqH5LLAGHPi30cUzd-QIKeLbYL25eEdYhC_B5ddP9__No0gOo62zjOKB7ZZeOT6h5JZKczgHCWbq4vPLDCZjkdR60/s1600/CIMG0692.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFD2PhtzsHmRrNT7BXteo1cmB0k_wphp9VO0izvoch_NxdivKctOUqH5LLAGHPi30cUzd-QIKeLbYL25eEdYhC_B5ddP9__No0gOo62zjOKB7ZZeOT6h5JZKczgHCWbq4vPLDCZjkdR60/s320/CIMG0692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535897043788826658" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div>paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708104073730441806noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179987043689451333.post-8464739496629683362010-11-04T09:35:00.004-06:002010-11-04T09:58:26.806-06:00Gratitude Day FourI'm grateful fer these folks:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyQMcrvYSdYvFrgUIsAViYk0GCmd6-Sco621lw0JeTNlRN07NAsMXDpnOBaMRF1f4JWNwl9WY6KCui-XZ5s_LnvLAdLPft8Oh04LAHUJzodzwGrvcc_DHBqHvMS6nJisCnnFKuHbCUpn8/s1600/mom+and+dad.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyQMcrvYSdYvFrgUIsAViYk0GCmd6-Sco621lw0JeTNlRN07NAsMXDpnOBaMRF1f4JWNwl9WY6KCui-XZ5s_LnvLAdLPft8Oh04LAHUJzodzwGrvcc_DHBqHvMS6nJisCnnFKuHbCUpn8/s320/mom+and+dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535719975921931378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Everybody's got 'em. But I've got the best ones.<br /><br />My parents are Strong, United, Generous, Loving, Thoughtful, Faithful, Healthy, Sincere, and Dedicated to their Family. I'd say they molded me into a pretty decent person...and I now know (being a parent myself) that raising a good family does not just happen. It takes sacrifice, patience, time, work, prayer and unconditional love.<br /><br />Thanks Mom and Dad for sacrificing every day to be the best!<br /><br />One of these days, I'm gonna get these Southern folks to move closer to me! Probably not any time soon, though. It may have to come in the form of a mission call.paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708104073730441806noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179987043689451333.post-74991716425341815512010-11-03T20:48:00.001-06:002010-11-03T20:48:06.277-06:00Gratitude Day ThreeGrateful fer my warm, cozy bed. It's calling my name right now. <br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708104073730441806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179987043689451333.post-21456616534287543112010-11-02T20:07:00.003-06:002010-11-02T21:17:59.298-06:00An Attitude of GratitudeIt has recently come to my attention that my friend, <a href="http://shmorganza.blogspot.com/2010/10/attitude-of-gratitude-challenge-deets.html">Morgan,</a> issued a challenge to post one thing you're grateful for each day for the month of November. I'm already two days behind. Which is why I'm grateful for procrastination.<br /><br />But seriously folks.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Day One:<br /></span></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Trace, Sydney and Nash</span>. Not only was I blessed to be the mother of these little ones, but they were sent to me healthy, smart, funny, talkative, creative, loving, and full of personality. They are miracles and they make me a better person (most days).<br /><br />I just hope I don't mess them up too bad.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ixI5gCREQXaI2bhJHPuz7ClltHjh-Bb_CSSen6KMsyyG1qRLtx1-jTt9ssOaNqAjNrwCH9_TpMDzQGLJ3agKvUdfADKXrzEXAEttRtAXVFxfapgHCKZJWbMUcHRc6x_l4AVd41gCRto/s1600/IMG_5029+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ixI5gCREQXaI2bhJHPuz7ClltHjh-Bb_CSSen6KMsyyG1qRLtx1-jTt9ssOaNqAjNrwCH9_TpMDzQGLJ3agKvUdfADKXrzEXAEttRtAXVFxfapgHCKZJWbMUcHRc6x_l4AVd41gCRto/s320/IMG_5029+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535157309016885522" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Day Two:<br /></span></div><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tyler</span></span>. I am so grateful that <span style="font-style: italic;">I chose</span> Tyler to be my husband. Cheesy. I'm sorry.<br />I have grown immensely in our 11 years of marriage because of him.<br /><br />He has taught me...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">how to be more confident.<br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"> how to be more generous.<br />not to sweat the small stuff (and it's all small stuff).<br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">about politics (still working on that).<br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"> how to be a better communicator (really still working on that).<br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">how to be more positive (will <span style="font-weight: bold;">always</span> be working on that).<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />I'm a work in progress.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZFWEQoiCwRNZjS_uOhxNGwiZG1p1Mx5STqKz2wEtExxwWHj-6NwDGPfh6_vowHFhEG9VlVOiTGjeg1zQq37fLI7HnkOaKfM3AE_0dULxfe-fpOHdn2v75c2C5Kn6G8Jc_xLi9Vdva2xE/s1600/IMG_5112+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZFWEQoiCwRNZjS_uOhxNGwiZG1p1Mx5STqKz2wEtExxwWHj-6NwDGPfh6_vowHFhEG9VlVOiTGjeg1zQq37fLI7HnkOaKfM3AE_0dULxfe-fpOHdn2v75c2C5Kn6G8Jc_xLi9Vdva2xE/s320/IMG_5112+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535157309897298818" border="0" /></a><br /></div></div></div>paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708104073730441806noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179987043689451333.post-41667818687637707982010-10-30T13:12:00.004-06:002010-10-30T13:38:38.707-06:00KidsTwo stories worth mentioning:<br /><br />#1<br />I was sitting with Nash having lunch today and he said, "Mom, I am a beautiful girl." Usually this would just make me laugh. But, because of the following list, I'm starting to worry...<br /><br /><ul><li>Nash's favorite color is PINK. He fights with Sydney over the pink plates, bowls, etc. </li><li>Nash's favorite book was once Pinkalicious. We haven't read it in awhile for obvious reasons.<br /></li></ul><ul><li>Nash likes to play with dolls. He also likes to play house and be the mom.<br /></li></ul><ul><li>Nash wants to be Cinderella for Halloween (I think we are going to let him indulge in this, purely for the laughs). Pictures to come! </li></ul>Help me out here people, is this just a stage???<br /><br />#2<br />About 2 weeks ago, the kids were playing outside and Sydney left Trace's scooter behind my car. Sydney went missing, and Trace was on the hunt. Once he found her, he herded her out to the garage where his scooter was left in a predicament.<br /><br />This is when Tyler caught his eldest son sounding much like himself...<br /><br />Trace steered Sydney to the crime scene and in a stern voice said, <span style="font-size:130%;">"Sydney! This is the kind of crap I'm talking about!"</span>, and he pointed to his vulnerable scooter.<br /><br />Sydney decided not to let his tone of voice offend her, and she fluttered away as if she could not hear him.<br /><br />The End.paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708104073730441806noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179987043689451333.post-34201006159523376122010-10-12T20:15:00.005-06:002010-10-12T21:03:53.277-06:00Thanks again Lifetouch...But this time, thanks for nothing.<br /><br />Okay, so Trace's picture is fine. But, nothing to get too excited about. He's a pretty cute kid, but maybe I'm a little biased.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKH9BAc9mQYrvP5EZLNE-6uQzp0EK757ry0kj98QZXSH-auxe99zpvUhhMTWscPaiWRQ4ZFpgmGVvTuVcba_HXZUVwlG7Pyyqa0AhlHOsqNu05VFDm_xvUtm0eiyhL2m46dyyc69ifQoI/s1600/scan0001.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKH9BAc9mQYrvP5EZLNE-6uQzp0EK757ry0kj98QZXSH-auxe99zpvUhhMTWscPaiWRQ4ZFpgmGVvTuVcba_HXZUVwlG7Pyyqa0AhlHOsqNu05VFDm_xvUtm0eiyhL2m46dyyc69ifQoI/s320/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527349355606749378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Sydney's on the other hand...well let's just dissect it for a minute. First off, let's start by saying, Sydney herself couldn't be any cuter. Love her.<br /><br />BUT, is it that hard for the Lifetouch employee (I would use the term photographer, but I think that would be WAY too generous) to say,<br /><br />"Hey Cutie, do you wanna fix your headband a little? It's kinda in a weird spot on your head..."<br /><br />Or<br /><br />"Hey Cutie, wanna zip up your fabulous cardigan sweater so that we can see the classic argyle print on there that your mom paid an arm and leg for so it will look super cute in your picture?" Mmmmmkay, thanks.<br /><br />But, they didn't.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjO2Sb1wCv1YdLjMWVQYzq9XXV8R4uUHUjLKFSPfJXt2fJsZkU9b0SbZfitW93imTOB-StBrBReOk6QNJkF-xWGvdjY-g6PEdskVuWZcBy939Z6hiPGQJFD_dC7tmw6yvmCGVcqQ_IhZE/s1600/scan0002.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjO2Sb1wCv1YdLjMWVQYzq9XXV8R4uUHUjLKFSPfJXt2fJsZkU9b0SbZfitW93imTOB-StBrBReOk6QNJkF-xWGvdjY-g6PEdskVuWZcBy939Z6hiPGQJFD_dC7tmw6yvmCGVcqQ_IhZE/s320/scan0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527349364397167266" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Or maybe they did and that's what happened with the headband as a result. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />On a somewhat related side note, I regret to inform that I do not have my annual school pictures yet to brag about. I opted not to have my portrait made when I realized I came to work wearing the same shirt I wore for my photo shoot last year. Embarrassing. I know.<br /><br /><br />Another side note about Nash: As we were walking to C & E's house the other day, a little girl was outside who looked to be about 3-3 1/2 years old. Nash walked right up to her face and said "<span style="font-size:130%;">What's your name, cutie pie?"</span><br />What a stud.paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708104073730441806noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179987043689451333.post-81704504753241036072010-09-29T22:59:00.002-06:002010-09-29T23:12:22.989-06:00Potty timeJust wanted to share my bathroom story with the world...<br /><br />Yesterday I had to go "potty". And because I cannot walk into a bathroom without the entire gang immediately sensing my absence, and launching a search party, I locked the door. As they proceeded to bang on the door, I shouted,<br /><br />"I am going potty, and I would like some peace and quiet!!"<br /><br />To which Nash responded:<br />"Mommy, I <span style="font-style: italic;">am</span> peace and quiet."<br /><br />Yes, Nash is peace and quiet personified. Who knew?<br /><br />Love this boy...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYmHGIKGSPqNSO0GJ276leWe82_PSywwPhZXILUYWCcxxRRNf5Rh6dkPUorix2Zorf5dACSmoz0M-04de6Vn4DuHsvAIbw0VadCH8QYk9LD_pQ9Y2It5MbXy29o7dA8RWIJqygSZLNz5M/s1600/fghs.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYmHGIKGSPqNSO0GJ276leWe82_PSywwPhZXILUYWCcxxRRNf5Rh6dkPUorix2Zorf5dACSmoz0M-04de6Vn4DuHsvAIbw0VadCH8QYk9LD_pQ9Y2It5MbXy29o7dA8RWIJqygSZLNz5M/s320/fghs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522569780506675842" border="0" /></a><br /></div>paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708104073730441806noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179987043689451333.post-18921435266464413702010-09-25T21:04:00.016-06:002010-11-04T21:03:14.221-06:00SeriouslySeriously, why have I not been blogging lately? Because I'M BUSY, MmMmMkAy? I have soccer games to watch and barbies that need to be played with...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU3k0r3YLb3ef58_jYHNA191HsuVwBaB3p2LjKoD7fL91YMK96cXmnB2qnGtlkUF17od5BGvIArvahg7YlpXT9yNJdwlB24K6TFBYOy0eciafg7Qqpjyh9GJmB0pJYU5aFmkBIUISQy40/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU3k0r3YLb3ef58_jYHNA191HsuVwBaB3p2LjKoD7fL91YMK96cXmnB2qnGtlkUF17od5BGvIArvahg7YlpXT9yNJdwlB24K6TFBYOy0eciafg7Qqpjyh9GJmB0pJYU5aFmkBIUISQy40/s200/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521058072165821794" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Now that that's out of the way, I just wanted to document--fo' the record (I stole that from you Morgan, but you already knew that) what's been going on with us in no particular order. I'll start from our trip to VB and end with, well, the end.<br /><br /><br />***We went to visit my parents in Virginia Beach the first 2 weeks of August. We had a blast. We exhausted ourselves at the beach daily, to the point where Nash was begging to go home and take a nap. Nice. Cousin Christine came down for a weekend with her clan (send me the pics already, girl) and Sydney and G'Weezie had their annual birthday celebration.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVVtXVQd2U_PeoOG_bJ6-Y7bpqiMVyh4Xbghi1JtzsnTGL7GV-ylnvZRdGtvKor7G2XpRWqE6pDdUIQ51UI8CmU6AfL7HUDU3-qkNtkXLR5CMt8iYc4aCpyRH4pGS8WLGsRRe6iUKXXA0/s1600/23.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVVtXVQd2U_PeoOG_bJ6-Y7bpqiMVyh4Xbghi1JtzsnTGL7GV-ylnvZRdGtvKor7G2XpRWqE6pDdUIQ51UI8CmU6AfL7HUDU3-qkNtkXLR5CMt8iYc4aCpyRH4pGS8WLGsRRe6iUKXXA0/s200/23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521086215401665538" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTODkfyPXz6KWb9aogXyAoTZ6LQRPENlaujiHSyg6XaOdHJng3J2w1WgIPsTAj4RF0-eGfejXey-xAIbK-0o0k6d7ASdV81TpuIgkKCAx-XtsQfHNEPzs3d5K4I4LfI3nfgOogiza_2vI/s1600/65.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTODkfyPXz6KWb9aogXyAoTZ6LQRPENlaujiHSyg6XaOdHJng3J2w1WgIPsTAj4RF0-eGfejXey-xAIbK-0o0k6d7ASdV81TpuIgkKCAx-XtsQfHNEPzs3d5K4I4LfI3nfgOogiza_2vI/s200/65.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521086224758818898" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3yCeHMPmzzUknuR39GS9_IxeCTpAIOO6APGjVgEiP1EbhzxPctVZdrwrMh0BaYHcJjcFrlFF8sibfhl7x8xCLixu5GCf8OUaX5kzL8J8M62ClXYAOa30dwmqJV5sAdzHeC_zWgmLJWxo/s1600/345.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3yCeHMPmzzUknuR39GS9_IxeCTpAIOO6APGjVgEiP1EbhzxPctVZdrwrMh0BaYHcJjcFrlFF8sibfhl7x8xCLixu5GCf8OUaX5kzL8J8M62ClXYAOa30dwmqJV5sAdzHeC_zWgmLJWxo/s200/345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521086219509841426" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Oh, and, as always we went to Busch Gardens. I'll say it again...I LOVE THIS PLACE:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFClZ4sfLaiqcyt_VxcSYJNkwfLJ_U_ZE_WvILY3Gf3i0V4uGqEDWaUdN7ZGabYr9mgI-pU9DTUqdIXJWS5XYy6yGg0XfPGOZFT9uM6Pax9_2QXyZwho8aga03p0IJLNcAjgtgo7VY0p8/s1600/ty.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFClZ4sfLaiqcyt_VxcSYJNkwfLJ_U_ZE_WvILY3Gf3i0V4uGqEDWaUdN7ZGabYr9mgI-pU9DTUqdIXJWS5XYy6yGg0XfPGOZFT9uM6Pax9_2QXyZwho8aga03p0IJLNcAjgtgo7VY0p8/s200/ty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521086229379164098" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-j_FRp6XbKzGok_SqPICjHUEoWN1zPhmBDhDqULy8AVTVymewc9RQfI-29dBA0-kGjuwfUsJpZEDP_D6W5EClOrmjoLCLYagqFYkYHrTggH0m0tMd-AcK0V_6d9473v_RJHCrKR94ftk/s1600/09.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-j_FRp6XbKzGok_SqPICjHUEoWN1zPhmBDhDqULy8AVTVymewc9RQfI-29dBA0-kGjuwfUsJpZEDP_D6W5EClOrmjoLCLYagqFYkYHrTggH0m0tMd-AcK0V_6d9473v_RJHCrKR94ftk/s200/09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521086213025364818" border="0" /></a> Hehehe...Sydney was at least trying to be brave...at the beginning.<br /><br />***Trace started 1st grade. He's loving school except for the recess part. He complains that kids don't want to play with him. Tyler insists that he's just socially awkward like me. I beg your pardon... I'm pretty charming, in a shy-at-first, weird kind of way.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrtkBOlK4H98mbROXVAiwiJHjBnNWOyfAFYamWfO4dB6wIWupoz6eHUkbqGgJptpUEAEt8gTDbv3vQ90jlYTDz6VKrIUwzDFtwf0c-W5dqDwhiUs1arpJXmupxJuU1a2-JT1a8PTomKks/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrtkBOlK4H98mbROXVAiwiJHjBnNWOyfAFYamWfO4dB6wIWupoz6eHUkbqGgJptpUEAEt8gTDbv3vQ90jlYTDz6VKrIUwzDFtwf0c-W5dqDwhiUs1arpJXmupxJuU1a2-JT1a8PTomKks/s200/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521058063293715426" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioTULwL7_P_O9u19n_l5XqGWOEAQbhyfpfafDm3BdWBhAGzespIh_89mew6I8Hw5n43Bs0dftGTLplu2WuG2XHJwpYaV7IoLnlQx3hgzWkWn4ZuVbgXP87KBzsQD_hv1zsw0J5YpxWjP8/s1600/CIMG0671.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioTULwL7_P_O9u19n_l5XqGWOEAQbhyfpfafDm3BdWBhAGzespIh_89mew6I8Hw5n43Bs0dftGTLplu2WuG2XHJwpYaV7IoLnlQx3hgzWkWn4ZuVbgXP87KBzsQD_hv1zsw0J5YpxWjP8/s320/CIMG0671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535895636410443506" border="0" /></a><br /><br />***Sydney started kindergarten and loves it! She has the same teacher Trace had, so she already knew what to expect. She walked into class the first day like she owned the place. She's a social butterfly....much like her daddy, I'm told. Sydney also started dance and gymnastics. Her dance teacher told that she is very coordinated and a natural dancer. No surprise there, she gets that from me.<br />[Insert Syd's first day of school pic here if I can ever get it off my camera..Arrrrg]<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3kwYND-3Wq_9sgWcLktz9arSq31XxIgk89enZWP0F2M45LWv-72wx_jnLC7gUCs5NUtQipA1Qym2z7aufMzJSTUW49J2n6fiVUM1-6GhTJpjymcC9v_AwdRCOvSbxY2z7jA0ucFTUxC8/s1600/CIMG0672.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3kwYND-3Wq_9sgWcLktz9arSq31XxIgk89enZWP0F2M45LWv-72wx_jnLC7gUCs5NUtQipA1Qym2z7aufMzJSTUW49J2n6fiVUM1-6GhTJpjymcC9v_AwdRCOvSbxY2z7jA0ucFTUxC8/s320/CIMG0672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535895631123965618" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />***Nash PREtended to start PREschool. Part of being a great mom is knowing what motivates your child. Well, Nash wouldn't stop hinting around that he wanted to go to school, so I decided to make that a reality for him...as long as there was a reward in it for me. Hence, the<span style="font-weight: bold;"> potty training</span> began. Once he started meeting his dry underwear criteria, I started to panic to find a preschool for 2 year olds. I offered my friend, Saedi, a box-o-peaches (she'll do anything for food), to let Nash come for a few hours to her day care and, viola! Everybody was happy. I'm genius, I know. And so are you, Saedi (thanks again!).<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFzaSwzAN8xt51WqWqyz85hkHQ9OqfHoFodZyrevMC5O75KouELLy2Td6A0OQ0pu-Kg0_7yQFOhi5DlcG-SF0GTvyMsLGcbW129ZTwgdHZikSNJjbmsFMZgmYcD_Y3WKGMkSEWfz-mOs0/s1600/CIMG0680.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFzaSwzAN8xt51WqWqyz85hkHQ9OqfHoFodZyrevMC5O75KouELLy2Td6A0OQ0pu-Kg0_7yQFOhi5DlcG-SF0GTvyMsLGcbW129ZTwgdHZikSNJjbmsFMZgmYcD_Y3WKGMkSEWfz-mOs0/s320/CIMG0680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535895643811115154" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />***Tyler, although too busy for extracurricular activities during "Corn Season", did find the time to explore his wild facial hair side and grow out an attractive new beard thing. It screams Brigham Young...or is it John Deere? I can't decide.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2A2NdYBEhM7oQi_IDDXnFUlwWBGeauupFs-6bbzRtQamkmKKTc8y4IVGbTj-dfATodU_euZKyMTP_-GvuT7BwaUH9GBT72xWLpGgfXjP19VbNlW4jVinJF_fAnHM_syWsJND-1ebI2ug/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2A2NdYBEhM7oQi_IDDXnFUlwWBGeauupFs-6bbzRtQamkmKKTc8y4IVGbTj-dfATodU_euZKyMTP_-GvuT7BwaUH9GBT72xWLpGgfXjP19VbNlW4jVinJF_fAnHM_syWsJND-1ebI2ug/s200/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521058067286458418" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />***Trace joined the "Lynx" this year for an intense soccer season. Let's be honest, no one really knows their actual record, but it's safe to say, the Lynx kicked some 1st grade butt. Sydney took to photography at each of his games. Check out these shots:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIcFAfLfqH7rlKXOzsA3fmQUrt8MVipFKbX0MIwJ0EMs2dQJYU5oMfERKslgWib-OPY5N1-5A9ohRC_nxaXsUZ0Rc8x_jF-uD2XiOVT8c4Xhl5bR5BwINGDiYBFEAHxY5MIvoEk9P9dtU/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIcFAfLfqH7rlKXOzsA3fmQUrt8MVipFKbX0MIwJ0EMs2dQJYU5oMfERKslgWib-OPY5N1-5A9ohRC_nxaXsUZ0Rc8x_jF-uD2XiOVT8c4Xhl5bR5BwINGDiYBFEAHxY5MIvoEk9P9dtU/s200/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521058079467581810" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgItCamZyzXmSivV_v884-fkyktPVMkbbOLO1Cwi-SNdcVbzrR6O-Oo0j9IcFFDdzxlETzPXawwwER37L8mU_9DdjekvOR0CVukR9e3ARqb5mIFIwUmcQAAzihtl2Pjy_mQb3FUqWYMwKQ/s1600/765.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgItCamZyzXmSivV_v884-fkyktPVMkbbOLO1Cwi-SNdcVbzrR6O-Oo0j9IcFFDdzxlETzPXawwwER37L8mU_9DdjekvOR0CVukR9e3ARqb5mIFIwUmcQAAzihtl2Pjy_mQb3FUqWYMwKQ/s200/765.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521090302215769538" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUX0Gh6x94yOTWttLVxv96K3vimnN82VIpk0Qry1LMivHV_uIX4qUW2NFHX_0glJLltZFaQPhvEPZ0TzsPIa_NLUj-gOjO8NlSnXXRR0y2uaAPs17RMSBKN4kbYnaf0om36hqr4wB6A8o/s1600/34.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUX0Gh6x94yOTWttLVxv96K3vimnN82VIpk0Qry1LMivHV_uIX4qUW2NFHX_0glJLltZFaQPhvEPZ0TzsPIa_NLUj-gOjO8NlSnXXRR0y2uaAPs17RMSBKN4kbYnaf0om36hqr4wB6A8o/s200/34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521090297701466658" border="0" /></a><br /><br />***The "Corn Season" ended tragically for the Jackson kids when they fell off the forklift one Sunday afternoon. Nash and Sydney emerged with a few scrapes, but Trace ended up with 8 stitches and some nasty cuts in his mouth...which led to some seriously bad breath later on that week.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4lSQNReCd2ZEnEyZxlxXnRF-mDu78BKNwtQ_u7nBa_0XEKs7sXQ6n1qc04p_AJyTS9u3G2dnqodUqWupOfw-V6AVpDlxdTBC611tVaOgQk5WCrFNseecQMbrIj7yImdrdJMU6H25bDqA/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4lSQNReCd2ZEnEyZxlxXnRF-mDu78BKNwtQ_u7nBa_0XEKs7sXQ6n1qc04p_AJyTS9u3G2dnqodUqWupOfw-V6AVpDlxdTBC611tVaOgQk5WCrFNseecQMbrIj7yImdrdJMU6H25bDqA/s200/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521059427419047714" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />***Trace had a burfday and turned the big 0-7! I threw him a pretty amazing party at the one and only, Classic Skating (well, the one and only one in Orem). It was a good time filled with skating, scootering, snowballs, Icees, pizza, cupcakes, and uninvited guests (Will). Trace still can't figure out how the DJ knew his name. When the birthday boy got to request a song, there was no hesitation from Trace. Bring on, "Who Let the Dogs Out" (who who who who--you know you're singin it)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-hrIV1rSAZrNOEqXwS3Ahby2VT5r1nnyNx4kPLwn2W-BB_ajN7yDd8z7dINeKTlIdKPH5yKrfSfnJXI7RvWxuTPaOjsOJugZWifVkTjzqjxjYUEPxB-i-_bduSSgnZEvIyn5Za6goR5A/s1600/19.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-hrIV1rSAZrNOEqXwS3Ahby2VT5r1nnyNx4kPLwn2W-BB_ajN7yDd8z7dINeKTlIdKPH5yKrfSfnJXI7RvWxuTPaOjsOJugZWifVkTjzqjxjYUEPxB-i-_bduSSgnZEvIyn5Za6goR5A/s200/19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521059443322830914" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvWp3AhYFqmu8xpA3fq_TXb4CKDcquQx9ACKMw9eXBORZceiBzytklvcULUzsRWUmVYEa0QzNVi-f7jt0l81FhPgONRxj8FDJHC9rSweILvnxyALm-sFuF5LZeeNdBran_SXFL0dKJitg/s1600/9.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvWp3AhYFqmu8xpA3fq_TXb4CKDcquQx9ACKMw9eXBORZceiBzytklvcULUzsRWUmVYEa0QzNVi-f7jt0l81FhPgONRxj8FDJHC9rSweILvnxyALm-sFuF5LZeeNdBran_SXFL0dKJitg/s200/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521059433782074098" border="0" /></a><br /><br />***I had yet another "teaching moment" with my children about cleanliness and respect for toys. After countless times of asking them to "kindly" clean up the playroom, I warned them I was going to take all the toys away. Well, I did just that, much to Sydney's dismay. It was a proud moment for me.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOuTg5CM1iAsiRrL1Fzig144FKQWOhqHQDbLGAHBrI34R9kOQgg2ZpLt2sEtU1xZKsfUjgqhmJRvQCfJXtw_XVQb_knz45ZGHaFnc-RJn4knEHVNe-iz_A3MdZ8b4A6hubVCdR10B3yrU/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOuTg5CM1iAsiRrL1Fzig144FKQWOhqHQDbLGAHBrI34R9kOQgg2ZpLt2sEtU1xZKsfUjgqhmJRvQCfJXtw_XVQb_knz45ZGHaFnc-RJn4knEHVNe-iz_A3MdZ8b4A6hubVCdR10B3yrU/s200/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521058084397251410" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmSLcE_2tAyOL_SKy_M1XGtkv6pJdqf9GV3UhNwsOr7kxjJOh-EwzGFraPi2h_aHt72wGfhVhi1qHqAlZoJeOE8aZOjwJS1sEfRIqJbD9rHpgiKax2VXJ0vZd9tS_ljYV-1kZYh1xrj44/s1600/90.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmSLcE_2tAyOL_SKy_M1XGtkv6pJdqf9GV3UhNwsOr7kxjJOh-EwzGFraPi2h_aHt72wGfhVhi1qHqAlZoJeOE8aZOjwJS1sEfRIqJbD9rHpgiKax2VXJ0vZd9tS_ljYV-1kZYh1xrj44/s200/90.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521059423821782658" border="0" /></a><br /><br />They are still earning their coveted possessions back one at a time, and the playroom is once again a huge disaster. Lesson learned.<br /><br />***I started <span style="font-weight: bold;">running </span><span>(and I use the term "running" VERY loosely)</span>. Yes, in case you didn't catch that in my last post, it is true. I am doing the 2 things I hate the most in life. 1) getting up early and B) RuNnIng! What the...? I must say though, it makes me a better mom, which is pretty hard to do. Thx again Saedi...<br /><br /><br />***Megan & Stefano had baby Gianni on Sept. 21st. And, Chris and Erin's twins are due in a few weeks. This seems like a nice segway to announce that I'm expecting. But, I'm not. It <span>was</span> a nice segway tho, yes?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZFp0LCj77CbP7H_96ICxdcW1nZYTgM6_PlHvIC0ZIOPPR2K5DSeHJz3NPbHIDl1ubMmy7ByEk4hjEq5upDNjEp-aHwltcEFeRXX9tbbeyGEyWAiahcnCRGuluhH_CZH6BZ12UkRx_RzI/s1600/56.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZFp0LCj77CbP7H_96ICxdcW1nZYTgM6_PlHvIC0ZIOPPR2K5DSeHJz3NPbHIDl1ubMmy7ByEk4hjEq5upDNjEp-aHwltcEFeRXX9tbbeyGEyWAiahcnCRGuluhH_CZH6BZ12UkRx_RzI/s200/56.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521103149311963026" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />The End. I promised.paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708104073730441806noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179987043689451333.post-62200339309384911152010-09-16T20:53:00.002-06:002010-09-16T21:03:37.980-06:00This one's for you, SaediMy awesome friend, Saedi keeps texting me, <span style="font-weight: bold;">BEGGING</span> for a blog entry. What can I do? I have <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">A</span></span> fan, I cannot let her down. So, this post is dedicated to YOU, Saedi, and I would like to cleverly entitle it, A POEM FOR sAeDi:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Saedi, Saedi the marathon runner,<br />Running with her couldn't be any funner.<br /><br />But now Saedi's sick,<br />And I am sore,<br />This we should do never more, never more.<br /><br />(Unless of course Saedi gets any fatter and then we can't be friends). <br /><br /><br />The end. <br /><br />Hope you're feeling better girl!<br /></div>paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708104073730441806noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179987043689451333.post-66250938478324009322010-08-25T19:44:00.001-06:002010-08-25T19:45:53.029-06:00Somtimes we just need to hear it...I need to post about my trip to Virginia, but I can't get the pics off my camera, so you're getting this instead...it's better than anything I could say...<br /><br /><object style="background-image: url("http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/WbYLKVgwztY/hqdefault.jpg");" height="295" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WbYLKVgwztY?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WbYLKVgwztY?fs=1&hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="295" width="480"></embed></object>paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708104073730441806noreply@blogger.com1