tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8301452268182923262024-03-13T12:32:28.480-07:00Three Toads and a PrincessLindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05559872692243946910noreply@blogger.comBlogger163125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830145226818292326.post-4038993181853234982011-07-05T16:17:00.000-07:002011-07-05T16:59:59.964-07:00Deck the Halls?Now that the temperatures have reached the low-90's, I figured it was time to share our Christmas pictures! I {LOVE} everything associated with Christmas...the sights, the smells, the tastes, the traditions. Luckily for me, the kids have the same love and cannot stand to sleep in on Christmas morning! They all slept together in Quincy's room and around 4:30 a.m., I received a phone call on my cell from Treyson's cell wondering if they could get up! As much as I really wanted to (shhh, don't tell them that I secretly wanted to), we talked them into going back to bed until 6:00 so that Max would be bearable the rest of the day. Everyone had a great day and loved having the time together.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pZiuJRHcM8E/ThOg9dApLdI/AAAAAAAABrA/ajz-iPjAx3c/s1600/IMG_5354.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pZiuJRHcM8E/ThOg9dApLdI/AAAAAAAABrA/ajz-iPjAx3c/s400/IMG_5354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626017337135672786" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4IZMEhukTlQ/ThOg-uASkDI/AAAAAAAABrQ/IG9P8KCCMRA/s1600/IMG_5439.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4IZMEhukTlQ/ThOg-uASkDI/AAAAAAAABrQ/IG9P8KCCMRA/s400/IMG_5439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626017358877462578" border="0" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W8x76z8bnyY/ThOjkDhjliI/AAAAAAAABrg/aJlSkQckAfI/s1600/IMG_5438.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W8x76z8bnyY/ThOjkDhjliI/AAAAAAAABrg/aJlSkQckAfI/s400/IMG_5438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626020199332550178" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ssy64J1rmwI/ThOjjhrOnTI/AAAAAAAABrY/CQ0oRr06Mp0/s1600/IMG_5441.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ssy64J1rmwI/ThOjjhrOnTI/AAAAAAAABrY/CQ0oRr06Mp0/s400/IMG_5441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626020190246313266" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gc3He0c9ESE/ThOjlfWsoOI/AAAAAAAABro/PT9ofLXpDG0/s1600/IMG_5440.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gc3He0c9ESE/ThOjlfWsoOI/AAAAAAAABro/PT9ofLXpDG0/s400/IMG_5440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626020223983067362" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-30amNXEcZ_E/ThOkzI78I2I/AAAAAAAABrw/xMrxvQ9TFg4/s1600/IMG_5458.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-30amNXEcZ_E/ThOkzI78I2I/AAAAAAAABrw/xMrxvQ9TFg4/s400/IMG_5458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626021557995053922" border="0" /></a>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05559872692243946910noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830145226818292326.post-23008662032427641752011-04-28T15:43:00.000-07:002011-04-28T16:17:49.911-07:00October BirthdaysTanner and Max have birthdays within days of each. So we get to celebrate all week long!<br /><br />Tanner makes me smile. Of all of my kids, he is the cuddliest. He never leaves for school or goes to bed without giving me a hug. He'll sometimes just walk by and pat my back or give me a five-second massage. He loves school and is super social. He plays on a travel baseball team, as well as rec football and basketball. He's such a happy kid. So glad to have him in my life!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wcgm9d-sP1M/TbnyyvH8m2I/AAAAAAAABqU/Km0XoX8YJEI/s1600/468.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wcgm9d-sP1M/TbnyyvH8m2I/AAAAAAAABqU/Km0XoX8YJEI/s400/468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600774565069101922" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-THWcxzdXWiM/Tbn1RQRKglI/AAAAAAAABqs/me2fm5y3bJQ/s1600/470.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-THWcxzdXWiM/Tbn1RQRKglI/AAAAAAAABqs/me2fm5y3bJQ/s400/470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600777288385462866" border="0" /></a><br />Max turned three in October...my baby! Max is such a funny kid that has figured out how to get anything and everything he wants. You would think that Nate's IPad was really Max's because he tends to have it more than his dad. Max loves anything rock and roll and somehow talked us into getting him drums for his birthday (as I said he gets anything he wants). His smile and dimples are contagious and he has the most amazing blue eyes.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZfAnufMSqk/Tbnyy7VYmKI/AAAAAAAABqc/p8TKxM-87kY/s1600/496.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZfAnufMSqk/Tbnyy7VYmKI/AAAAAAAABqc/p8TKxM-87kY/s400/496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600774568346687650" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-45Yq1vGBZno/Tbn1R_c0hUI/AAAAAAAABq0/Kj9Bb4FLFyw/s1600/499.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-45Yq1vGBZno/Tbn1R_c0hUI/AAAAAAAABq0/Kj9Bb4FLFyw/s400/499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600777301050819906" border="0" /></a>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05559872692243946910noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830145226818292326.post-85072019764542935382011-01-10T16:27:00.000-08:002011-01-10T18:10:19.123-08:00Fall<div align="left">It seems like lately, I only blog in seasons...one long post that covers three months. So here you have it...Fall.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Back to School</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center">I know it was FOREVER ago that school started (well, the boys insist that the school year is going that slowly), but for my sake, I need to post the big "Back to School" shots. I wonder how long Treyson will let me keep taking 1st day of school pics of him?<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560720743401249602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TSumDd2T20I/AAAAAAAABnw/gGoO8pZSKVQ/s400/370.JPG" border="0" />Treyson-Mighty 7th Grader<br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560720748066386578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TSumDvOkMpI/AAAAAAAABn4/McpcSOZJCk8/s400/373.JPG" border="0" />Tanner-3rd Grade Stud<br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560720755907973650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TSumEMcJUhI/AAAAAAAABoA/GLAtHVUq2w0/s400/389.JPG" border="0" />Quincy-Kindergarten finally!<br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560720764083269122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TSumEq5SbgI/AAAAAAAABoI/Dk2M7t2xvlo/s400/395.JPG" border="0" />Someday, Tanner will be mad about this picture, but I think it's the sweetest thing ever!</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Fall Soccer</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560741055651320018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TSu4hy4HENI/AAAAAAAABpg/cbbEGMdtOTw/s400/417.JPG" border="0" /></span></strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560741048736341634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TSu4hZHc3oI/AAAAAAAABpY/YM5zGKOLxXo/s400/425.JPG" border="0" /> I love watching Q play soccer. I think after all of her years watching her brothers play, the whole competitive thing makes sense to her.<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pumpkins, Cookies, and Halloween</span></strong><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560735168228442018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TSuzLGhHP6I/AAAAAAAABoQ/OumJ0PqSQxI/s400/464.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560735173345189970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TSuzLZlCoFI/AAAAAAAABoY/AL0-DdKD6TI/s400/507.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560744194945386482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TSu7YhqJB_I/AAAAAAAABpw/v47A4V8de40/s400/508.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Max the penguin<br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560737462042226338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TSu1Qno77qI/AAAAAAAABow/aPiNheKglUY/s400/514.JPG" border="0" /> Tanner the (surprise) baseball player (he did actually have a tournament that day. We went straight from the fields to trick-or-treating)</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560743275666617426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TSu6jBFANFI/AAAAAAAABpo/6g-S_606VOk/s400/517.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560737470524998066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TSu1RHPYwbI/AAAAAAAABpA/Yapyayng--E/s400/520.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">We love having our cousins live in Cedar City now!</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560738461575994002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TSu2KzMW2pI/AAAAAAAABpI/HaPEdaDMnwo/s400/521.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">Q (the bumblebee) and her BFF sister, Ainslee</p><br /><p align="left">Knowing me, you won't see me again until Winter is done. J/K... I still have birthdays and holidays galore to catch up on. Is anyone going to time me to see how soon I get them done?</p>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05559872692243946910noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830145226818292326.post-16270398366328241662010-12-08T15:34:00.001-08:002010-12-08T16:11:19.357-08:00GQ<div align="center">Much to Treyson's delight, I wanted to get some pictures of just him for his big birthday. I think the 12th birthday is kind of a milestone, so we had our favorite picture gal, Abbey (from AK Studio and Design) meet us at Treyson's favorite hang-out to snap some pics of my growing boy. As always, I loved the results. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548463686992619202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TQAaU4hZZsI/AAAAAAAABmc/bnxBf9Rk_MQ/s400/_MG_1353-Edit.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548465006439927650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TQAbhr2Jj2I/AAAAAAAABm8/JMtobmh14fg/s400/_MG_1394-Edit.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548465012950005538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TQAbiEGRdyI/AAAAAAAABnE/ekuLKLJmPa0/s400/_MG_1412-Edit.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548466191261469234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TQAcmppnijI/AAAAAAAABnU/X2v6x_S5EOc/s400/_MG_1419-Edit.jpg" border="0" />(Doesn't he look right at home?)<br /><br /><p align="left">I also wanted to get some pictures of him sporting his suit. Quite handsome, don't you think? <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548466195238215602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TQAcm4dv37I/AAAAAAAABnc/j8uRCEuybjI/s400/_MG_1533-Edit.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548466203596653090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TQAcnXmjgiI/AAAAAAAABnk/VqYENng5CXc/s400/_MG_1579-Edit.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="left">I'm so proud of the young man that Treyson has become and his decision to receive the Priesthood. His dad gave him a wonderful blessing as he made him a Deacon. He actually was ordained the morning of his birthday and was able to pass the sacrament that day. I admit...I cried through the entire sacrament meeting. One funny story though that helped slow the tears...As Treyson was joining us on our bench after passing the sacrament, Quincy met him at the end of the bench, gave him a big high-five, and (loud enough for multiple rows of people to hear), congratulated him for not spilling the bread or water. Way to go, Trey! Love my boy and will forever be grateful that he was my first. He's an amazing example to each of us.</p></div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05559872692243946910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830145226818292326.post-15482112549221847342010-11-15T15:40:00.000-08:002010-11-15T16:23:22.047-08:00*12*Before we even had kids, Nate had said that he wanted to take each child on a birthday trip for their 12th birthday. At first, he was going to take the boys, and I would take the girls. That sounded like a great deal until we ended up with three boys and one girl. I was feeling a little cheated as Treyson was getting closer to his 12th birthday and the two of them started talking about where he might want to go. Lucky for me, they said I could tag along :). Treyson decided he wanted to go to NYC, which Nate and I were both excited for because we both love the city. As we got planning the trip, Nate realized that Trey's beloved Red Sox would be playing at Yankee Stadium the day after Trey's birthday, so that fact cemented the deal. We were able to leave on Treyson's birthday (August 8th) on a red-eye out of Las Vegas. Because Nate travels so much, we were able to upgrade to first-class for free!!! Nate's use to it, but Treyson and I were in awe! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539930292154140978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TOHJP7hGCTI/AAAAAAAABk4/x1i1QQKeS_Q/s400/060.JPG" border="0" /> <div><div><div><div><div><div>We landed bright and early and luckily were able to check into the hotel a little early and catch up on some much needed sleep. I headed off to do some shopping and the boys jumped on the subway to see the game. Nate was able to score some amazing third row seats (leather, I might add!) along third base line. The tickets included all-you-can-eat food and beverages, so they definitely took advantage of that and ate until they were sick. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539930294547927394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TOHJQEb0UWI/AAAAAAAABlA/0eM-n2E46cY/s400/061.JPG" border="0" /><br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539930952372042866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TOHJ2XBTvHI/AAAAAAAABlY/7sCax0bY7zo/s400/069.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539930311565905266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TOHJRD1ODXI/AAAAAAAABlI/cVMFr_EthvI/s400/066.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div><p>The next day we headed down to Ground Zero and walked through the museum there and then got on the ferry to ride over to the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island. Nate and I hadn't ever got off of the ferry to see the statue up close and personal, but I'm so glad we did. The statue is huge! Seeing it from the ferry and standing up next to it are two different experiences. It was also our first time to visit Ellis Island. The history that is in that building was so fascinating! I loved seeing the pictures and the items left from immigrants as they entered this country. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539932964825608866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TOHLrf_oMqI/AAAAAAAABlg/nuX2qwVeaNM/s400/084.JPG" border="0" /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539932973230853266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TOHLr_TmDJI/AAAAAAAABlo/sVYyvH93mXU/s400/087.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539932973934248834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TOHLsB7TA4I/AAAAAAAABlw/Pwk-cH8-dyA/s400/090.JPG" border="0" /> On our final day there, Treyson and I went to see "Wicked." It was so fun to watch Treyson throughout the play...I don't think the smile left his face! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539933944937355666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TOHMkjMemZI/AAAAAAAABmI/5H_ReDX5LJY/s400/104.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539933956581061442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TOHMlOkjc0I/AAAAAAAABmQ/r2k3ihk0Pcs/s400/072.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">At the NBA Store, Trey was able to see how he would match up to Kobe Bryant.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539932985561873234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TOHLstPie1I/AAAAAAAABl4/sUYV0_o5naE/s400/094.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Rockefeller Center</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539932989888136002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TOHLs9XAA0I/AAAAAAAABmA/KXA5Z1mBY-A/s400/093.JPG" border="0" />A birthday shout-out on American Eagle's jumbo-tron in Time Square!</p><p align="left"><br />We scored again on the way home when we were upgraded to first-class again. Not a bad way to fly, I've decided! The rest of the kids were so excited to see Treyson and the fun surprises that he picked out for each of them. The others are already starting to talk about where they want to go for their special birthday trip. I can't wait!</p>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05559872692243946910noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830145226818292326.post-24569545662701347002010-10-17T15:52:00.001-07:002010-10-18T08:42:52.117-07:00Oh, What Do You Do In The Summertime?Ok, this is my attempt to catch up on our complete summer. Picture overload ahead? You can count on it.<br /><div><div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Baseball</span></strong></div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Who's surprised that baseball made our list of things we did this summer? Quincy had her first year of t-ball and was hilarious to watch. Figuring she has grown-up at the fields, we weren't surprised one bit when she started telling the other girls on her team how to play the game.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529217391231273490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TLu57BpAihI/AAAAAAAABjw/MqbPTix94kY/s400/IMG_4802_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529206677942368770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TLuwLbh4-gI/AAAAAAAABig/oiiaMxDztEs/s400/IMG_4795.JPG" border="0" />Tanner spent the summer playing his last year of machine pitch and also traveling around with his other team, Cedar Stix. I'm loving watching him improve and try to be just like his big brother.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529208064530330514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TLuxcI-OM5I/AAAAAAAABio/R5zmBzOQT9w/s400/IMG_4368.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div><div>Treyson made the Cedar American 11-12 year old all-star team. Their team ended up taking third place. Treyson hit two home-runs that are now proudly displayed in his room.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529209485145430658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TLuyu1LQWoI/AAAAAAAABiw/Tx9CVrwrWhw/s400/322.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Utah Summer Games</strong></span></div><div>Both of the boys participated in their first USG. Treyson played both basketball and baseball, and Tanner played baseball. We'll just say that Trey's basketball team has got to do a little growing if they'll ever stand a chance against the big boys! Both of the boys' baseball teams ended up taking third place and receiving the bronze medal. Pretty cool hardware!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529211013014067858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TLu0Hw7hmpI/AAAAAAAABi4/gvKdFKAgPzg/s400/044.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>We're also lucky that Grandpa Cowan works for the Summer Games because he always scores us awesome seats for the Opening Ceremonies! The fireworks are always the best! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529211645773596674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TLu0smJJyAI/AAAAAAAABjA/xBM3pCAaICI/s400/027.JPG" border="0" /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Fourth of July</span></strong></div><p>I think my little firecrackers are pretty dang cute! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529214796263630162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TLu3j-ogpVI/AAAAAAAABjI/Qz-e7j1VK8Y/s400/203.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529214796725777426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TLu3kAWsdBI/AAAAAAAABjQ/YTgV0yY1xwk/s400/217.JPG" border="0" /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Hangin' with the Cousins</span></strong></p><p>We are so blessed to have cousins that we adore! The kids love spending time together and being wild and crazy!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529216450479423026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TLu5ERESfjI/AAAAAAAABjo/rmfgNGihxmI/s400/036.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529216442939977634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TLu5D0-vr6I/AAAAAAAABjY/BeQSaZGOSYc/s400/237.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529216447947306706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TLu5EHoldtI/AAAAAAAABjg/GsX6-hPBNwQ/s400/244.JPG" border="0" /></p></div></div></div></div></div></div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Outside Fun</span></strong><br />We decided to get a trampoline this summer and it was definitely money well spent! The kids loved hooking the hose up to the rails to stay cool and also had many sleepovers out there. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529219308401777138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TLu7qnqE2fI/AAAAAAAABj4/qAFIRPoV938/s400/264.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529219311711428178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TLu7qz_KHlI/AAAAAAAABkA/0csL1-LHXoY/s400/343.JPG" border="0" /> A lot of time was spent either at Grandma Esplin's swimming pool or outside on the slip 'n slide. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529220129307154082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TLu8aZxK1qI/AAAAAAAABkI/rJQQlqkk3_g/s400/249.JPG" border="0" /><br />Another of our favorite things to do is light-up the fire pit in the backyard and roast yummy marshmallows! Most of our time though is spent blowing out Max's flaming ones!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529221265566745250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TLu9ciqkQqI/AAAAAAAABkY/1VY3jMNnDiM/s400/180.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529221261569221154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TLu9cTxe4iI/AAAAAAAABkQ/XYg0hQDInvA/s400/174.JPG" border="0" /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Family Reunions</span></strong><br />Devin and Melissa were gracious enough to host the Esplin reunion this year. We all headed over to Castledale, Utah to spend a few days together. We were able to see a rodeo, a pioneer pageant, go boating on the reservoir, and go swimming at the rec center. Plus, we did a whole lot of eating! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529223685203757074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TLu_pYg_CBI/AAAAAAAABkw/EeVsOqHQ8aI/s400/030.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529223680960897474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TLu_pItaIcI/AAAAAAAABko/cMXy3CdszH0/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529223674885737842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TLu_oyE-jXI/AAAAAAAABkg/c-zCDCVe-Bw/s400/006.JPG" border="0" />Max hadn't been potty-trained too long before we went to the reunion, so you can imagine there was a lot of {this} going on!<br /><br /><br />Whew! We made it! Hmmmm....four blogposts a year; one for each season. At the rate I'm going, that might just happen!Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05559872692243946910noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830145226818292326.post-31647699998677905052010-08-29T20:24:00.000-07:002010-09-10T07:48:07.910-07:00Oh, No!!!Max had his first "head-to-the-coffee-table" experience at the end of April. I was in the other room, heard a crash, and then one of those crys that means, "This is serious!". I ran into the room only to see a gaping hole above Max's eye with blood running down his face. Four stitches later, he was good to go.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511039549948445314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/THslRZ3OQoI/AAAAAAAABhk/fnIRpNi-ZZk/s400/IMG_4258.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511039559491185058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/THslR9aY6aI/AAAAAAAABhs/ytmFZZZz3r0/s400/IMG_4264.JPG" border="0" />About a month and a half later, I got a call from Treyson to come and pick him up from the baseball fields. He and his buddy had stayed after ball practice to give each other batting practice. Trey ended up getting hit on the side of the nose with a bat and split his nose right down the line that connects the nose to the cheek. Five stitches for him and he was good to play in the league championship game that night.</div></div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511044075872740242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/THspY2PqY5I/AAAAAAAABh8/66BolDHNb18/s400/IMG_4770.JPG" border="0" />Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05559872692243946910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830145226818292326.post-13868732594149467082010-08-29T20:04:00.000-07:002010-08-29T20:24:11.143-07:00Future Tony Award?At the end of this past school year, Tanner's second-grade class learned and presented the play, "Macbeth". Tanner's teacher asked him if he would play the main character. I instantly thought of seeing his name in lights on Broadway; Tanner just thought about all of the lines that he was going to have to learn. He worked so hard to memorize each of his lines, and by the time they presented it at the Bard's Birthday festivities at SUU, he had his role down pack! His favorite scene was definitely the sword fight that he had. He practiced his death scene over and over. I tried to get him to do it with a more dramatic flair to it, but he insisted he do it as his teacher told him to. I was so proud of him for his courage and his hard work. I don't know if he's getting any nomination nods this year, but listen for his name in the future...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511037232414725986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/THsjKgYIF2I/AAAAAAAABhM/NrcqUnUyiY4/s400/IMG_4283.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511037252949407842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/THsjLs3-eGI/AAAAAAAABhc/m2ENTwwX6sM/s400/IMG_4295_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511037243375092258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/THsjLJNSAiI/AAAAAAAABhU/V_n29XQZEgg/s400/IMG_4301.JPG" border="0" />Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05559872692243946910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830145226818292326.post-52103946071785399252010-08-29T19:25:00.000-07:002010-08-29T20:04:39.996-07:00Dancing Divas<div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511029566790288706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/THscMTs1xUI/AAAAAAAABf8/rxVWrQodEKY/s400/IMG_4304.JPG" border="0" />Quincy really enjoyed her first year at Gravity Dance. She was with her BFF, Ainslee, so what could be better? Watching these two girls together makes me smile..</div><div align="left">In May (I know I am WAY behind), they had a recital and danced in their first competition. Quincy was thrilled beyond belief that they took 1st place at competition (little does she know that there were muliple first place trophies handed out. What she doesn't know won't hurt her, right?). She loved getting all fancied up in make-up and curls and then strutting her stuff on stage. Love this dancing diva!</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511028104292434530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/THsa3LeLgmI/AAAAAAAABf0/JAhEMD98V68/s400/IMG_4611_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">Look at those mad ballet skills! Pointed toe and everything!<br /><br /></p><div align="center"></div><div align="center">My friend Abbey gets credit for the next three pictures. Much better seats and MUCH better photography skills!</div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511030467414124818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/THsdAuyS6RI/AAAAAAAABgE/2F0ZDSy5Yi4/s400/_MG_2432.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511030475792175058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/THsdBN_xz9I/AAAAAAAABgM/2sO9Q35RZNc/s400/_MG_2445.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511030482115439058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/THsdBljXKdI/AAAAAAAABgU/2mTOnrYzkwY/s400/_MG_2483.jpg" border="0" />Check out that crazy hair! I couldn't stop laughing about this picture! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511032212632750290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/THsemUO1yNI/AAAAAAAABgk/D70IiURccF4/s400/IMG_4330_edited-1.JPG" border="0" />Waiting for their turn at competition...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511032206062321074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/THsel7wU_bI/AAAAAAAABgc/2COB4YbpZt4/s400/IMG_4633.JPG" border="0" /></p>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05559872692243946910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830145226818292326.post-28458343600934982832010-08-03T14:40:00.000-07:002010-08-03T15:12:38.899-07:00America's Next Top Model<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501305823692469746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TFiQf936NfI/AAAAAAAABe8/vVGFfufA_Kc/s400/_MG_0485-Edit.jpg" border="0" /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TFiRSXctdyI/AAAAAAAABfU/oqc5onwBIq4/s1600/_MG_0612-Edit.jpg"></a> Right after Quincy's 5th birthday, I had my friend and photo-extraordinaire, Abbey, take her pictures. Can I just say that this girl was in camera heaven! She came up with the funniest, silliest poses and knew how to work the lens! The pictures of her hula-hooping seriously had Abbey and I peeing our pants from laughter! It was a day I'll remember forever...spending a fun afternoon with just my girl. Love her to pieces. I'm so glad I'll always have these pictures to remind me of her fun, spunky personality at this stage of her life. Now, if I could narrow it down, I'd get some ordered! It's too dang hard to decide. Abbey suggested Quincy wallpaper....Now that's an idea!<br />*Click on the link on the right side of my blog to go directly to Abbey's site to see more photolicious pics of Q!<br /><div><div><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TFiQfIiJl6I/AAAAAAAABes/vPJGSecEVjM/s1600/_MG_0451-Edit.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501305809374123938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TFiQfIiJl6I/AAAAAAAABes/vPJGSecEVjM/s400/_MG_0451-Edit.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TFiOwXEnbsI/AAAAAAAABec/Odz-vOYdIB4/s1600/_MG_0440-Edit.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501303906311302850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TFiOwXEnbsI/AAAAAAAABec/Odz-vOYdIB4/s400/_MG_0440-Edit.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501305804559084482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TFiQe2mJ68I/AAAAAAAABek/8pIZFi1qPnc/s400/_MG_0358-Editbw.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TFiOwNUMM3I/AAAAAAAABeU/OzLSXKmHQ10/s1600/_MG_0375-Edit.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501303903692272498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TFiOwNUMM3I/AAAAAAAABeU/OzLSXKmHQ10/s400/_MG_0375-Edit.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TFiOvgsBG1I/AAAAAAAABeM/NOIbN4TbnKg/s1600/_MG_0347-Edit.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501303891712613202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TFiOvgsBG1I/AAAAAAAABeM/NOIbN4TbnKg/s400/_MG_0347-Edit.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TFiOvIRHQRI/AAAAAAAABeE/M3_182UBUqY/s1600/_MG_0184-Edit.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501303885157318930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TFiOvIRHQRI/AAAAAAAABeE/M3_182UBUqY/s400/_MG_0184-Edit.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501306678391339266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TFiRRt3_-QI/AAAAAAAABfE/ucxFs5tpknQ/s400/_MG_0142-Edit.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501306687380132498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TFiRSPXGEpI/AAAAAAAABfM/BhyZEO4lrXg/s400/_MG_0693-Edit.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501307729131805250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TFiSO4MDGkI/AAAAAAAABfc/ajOCQPwJDLA/s400/_MG_0713-Edit.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05559872692243946910noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830145226818292326.post-23611210000309340822010-06-19T12:54:00.000-07:002010-06-19T13:28:56.266-07:00Little League 2010It's hard to believe that we haven't even had the first day of summer and the Little League regular season is already over. In the course of the eight weeks of play, I think there were only about three games that we didn't have to come bundled up in sweatshirts and blankets. We had multiple games that it actually snowed on us! <div><div><div><div>Treyson moved up an age division this year, and was drafted by Carter Enterprises. The team had finished in last place last season, so we knew that it would be a growing year for the team. Trey was ecstatic to get on that team, because his BFF would be returning for his second year on the team. The two of them had a great time together. Jace even commented that the two of them are like peanut butter and jelly and that they just do better when they're together. Treyson would either pitch, catch or play shortstop and had a great batting average. The team ended the regular season 5-7, which was a great improvement over last year. In the league tournament, they knocked out the fourth place, and then the first place teams to make it to the championship game. The championship game was kind of (ok, really) ugly, and they lost by ten runs. The boys had a great time though, and were proud of how they finished.</div><div>On a happy note, Treyson was selected to be on the 11-12 year old all-star team. This is the age group that has the opportunity to advance to San Bernadino if they win the state tournament. We are keeping our fingers and toes crossed for a big tournament win the second week of July!</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484581124243933250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TB0leVRfSEI/AAAAAAAABds/hJCC9FBkAQs/s400/IMG_3934.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484583136088676626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TB0nTb-p2RI/AAAAAAAABd8/Ry07shYh2Jw/s400/IMG_4790.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484583113092894930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TB0nSGUCENI/AAAAAAAABd0/eLVx9jFRxTQ/s400/IMG_4731.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484581100520695650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 364px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TB0lc85bZ2I/AAAAAAAABdk/M8yln0TXU8w/s400/IMG_3921.JPG" border="0" /></div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05559872692243946910noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830145226818292326.post-28221578608220936392010-06-13T19:16:00.001-07:002010-06-13T19:40:12.183-07:00The Princess Turns Five!<div><div><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TBWSpOfZiLI/AAAAAAAABc8/NC29LjdWAAU/s1600/IMG_4453.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482449358355531954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TBWSpOfZiLI/AAAAAAAABc8/NC29LjdWAAU/s400/IMG_4453.JPG" border="0" /></a> Clear back on May 6th, our Quincy-girl had a birthday (I'm a little behind, I know)! She counted down for weeks and couldn't wait for the big day to get here. Being the younger sister of boys that live and breathe baseball, we shouldn't have been surprised when she asked for a "combat" baseball bat (Combat is a brand of bats that the boys love). She also had outgrown her bike and was hoping for a bigger one. She has us wrapped pretty tightly around her finger, so her wishes were our command.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482449349236856626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TBWSoshVlzI/AAAAAAAABc0/99NnpzMWBOk/s400/IMG_4434.JPG" border="0" /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482449334863740290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TBWSn2-hPYI/AAAAAAAABcs/_4ybIM2om5M/s400/IMG_4428.JPG" border="0" />Q debated for months what type of birthday party she wanted to have. She loves the books "Pinkalicious" and "Fancy Nancy" so was thinking along those lines, but then decided that all of her boy friends just wouldn't appreciate those party themes. She finally decided to have a big ice cream bar. The kids seemed to like picking from the 20 items to put on their ice cream sundaes. Some (like Dawson!) had to have a little bit of everything. We played some fun ice-cream themed games and giggled a lot. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482451744255866098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TBWU0GqXdPI/AAAAAAAABdU/_d4_v5LQSZs/s400/IMG_4502.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div><br /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482451728440041906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TBWUzLvlIbI/AAAAAAAABdM/UcjS_kG-eAM/s400/IMG_4481.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482451717955342130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TBWUykr1TzI/AAAAAAAABdE/4xujaJ68-TQ/s400/IMG_4475.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482451754993584242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/TBWU0uqcCHI/AAAAAAAABdc/aWBS3XtAdAA/s400/IMG_4506.JPG" border="0" />I'm so glad Q had a good day. I love her to pieces. I love the spunk and craziness she adds to our lives. By the same token, I love the compassion and tenderness that she also brings to the family. Love you, Quincy!Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05559872692243946910noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830145226818292326.post-34281475173031459952010-05-14T13:28:00.000-07:002010-05-14T14:09:34.460-07:00Easter 2010Am I way too late to post about Easter? I'm running a little behind these days (it's the middle of the little league season. No more explanation should be needed).<br /><div><div><div><div><div>We were able to spend the Saturday before Easter down in St. George with the Cowan clan (we missed you Marriotts!). My kids adore their cousins, so we jump at the chance to get together any time we can! Grandma and Grandpa went super early to a park to stake out some picnic tables. The kids just loved running around together and finding the eggs that G-ma and G-pa had brought for them. </div><div>Sunday was a little different because of General Conference falling on Easter Sunday. We had our bi-annual Conference breakfast with Grandma and Grandpa Esplin. Devin, Melissa, and Parker were in town for the weekend, so they also joined us. We loved getting to play with Parker, although I'm afraid my kids taught him bad conference etiquette! </div><div>We had a great weekend, with two days spent with some of our very favorite people. What more could we want?<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471233879206217698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S-26Oa0rR-I/AAAAAAAABcE/VyqGGXh_ImA/s400/IMG_3776.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471233895374179506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S-26PXDazLI/AAAAAAAABcU/mxFPyXaOfsU/s400/IMG_3787.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471233887967329458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S-26O7dfPLI/AAAAAAAABcM/DVO7qI0-R8A/s400/IMG_3778.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471233908116571362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S-26QGhcROI/AAAAAAAABcc/kEAXVCM2-KE/s400/IMG_3788.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471234706274353682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S-26-j5FghI/AAAAAAAABck/wnU1J2eaegU/s400/IMG_3793.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">Max getting some Parker love!</p><p align="center"></p>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05559872692243946910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830145226818292326.post-36367545215022039432010-04-29T12:56:00.000-07:002010-04-29T13:44:28.099-07:00Doin' Disney<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S9nvAyzZXEI/AAAAAAAABb4/J9Zo5Ck2scM/s1600/IMG_3703.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465662419707190338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S9nvAyzZXEI/AAAAAAAABb4/J9Zo5Ck2scM/s400/IMG_3703.JPG" border="0" /></a>For the past two years we've been talking about going to Disneyland. We wanted to go while Quincy was still young enough to truly believe in the princesses and to let her experience the magic of Disney. We finally were able to go at the end of March while the boys were out for spring break (if you can call it that...it snowed non-stop while we were gone!). We had such a great time rediscovering the park together. Treyson and Tanner love anything that goes fast, just like their mom, so they were usually my coaster buddies. Quincy amazed me with how brave she was. She went on Tower of Terror multiple times. She really wanted to go on Screamin' but wasn't tall enough. Her favorite ride was Big Thunder Mountain. Max is a huge Buzz Lightyear fan, so he loved all of the Toy Story rides. He was such a trooper and went with the flow each day.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465653839269289106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S9nnNWLlXJI/AAAAAAAABaY/z5YDsgbQ5Os/s400/IMG_3628.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465653846448639778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S9nnNw7RjyI/AAAAAAAABag/WxTaridAT3w/s400/IMG_3639.JPG" border="0" />We decided to do lunch with the princesses one day so that we could see each of them without searching all over the park for them. It was a highlight of the trip. Q couldn't wait to put on her Snow White costume, and luckily we were able to convince Max to dress like Buzz instead of Cinderella (like he tends to do at home. Issues? Maybe.) This picture below is while they were waiting to be seated. One of my favorite pictures.<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465653855841782898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S9nnOT6xjHI/AAAAAAAABao/yjFkXQS9aJg/s400/IMG_3643.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465656191808562738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S9npWSEp5jI/AAAAAAAABaw/yLx6Xi2lnJM/s400/IMG_3646.JPG" border="0" />Her first peek at a princess!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465656203679072066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S9npW-Szf0I/AAAAAAAABa4/PnPHUVwD8Xo/s400/IMG_3655.JPG" border="0" />Max and his "crush"<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465656222876180642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S9npYFzwIKI/AAAAAAAABbA/j_COkPuIjaY/s400/IMG_3701.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465658214395594962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S9nrMAy-yNI/AAAAAAAABbI/LRPkmrA4_Gc/s400/IMG_3711_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465658239797113586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S9nrNfbLMvI/AAAAAAAABbY/pZmGrEekBJ4/s400/IMG_3720.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465658247253455874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S9nrN7M59AI/AAAAAAAABbg/CTFxJKLqVEU/s400/IMG_3722.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465658225815222322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S9nrMrVoeDI/AAAAAAAABbQ/BViIiUmnn_U/s400/IMG_3731.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465659684304883778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S9nshkoqkEI/AAAAAAAABbo/AujcueOOYjU/s400/IMG_3747.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">Tinkerbell tried to fix Quincy's hair just like her own. Tink was quite certain that Quincy was part fairy. I think she's right.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465659693843607842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S9nsiIK38SI/AAAAAAAABbw/PtJmsOg8GoY/s400/IMG_3771.JPG" border="0" /></p>I got to celebrate my birthday at the Happiest Place on Earth. Pretty darn lucky, I think. My kids found me a pin at the park that said "Happy Birthday" on it, so throughout the day I was getting birthday wishes. It was seriously the best way to spend my birthday. I loved watching my kids enjoy each other and the opportunity we had of creating these memories together.Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05559872692243946910noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830145226818292326.post-89468413064529946782010-03-24T13:00:00.000-07:002010-03-24T13:27:44.886-07:00Paradise (Plus A Little Wind And Rain)<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S6p05B9n66I/AAAAAAAABaI/kGERKjY6JMo/s1600/137.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452298822013676450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S6p05B9n66I/AAAAAAAABaI/kGERKjY6JMo/s400/137.JPG" border="0" /></a> Nate and I were able to go on a Caribbean cruise over Valentine's Day with various people from the Leavitt Group. Most of the people were agency people that had earned the trip through sales, and luckily Nate is good at what he does, so they invited us along. Neither of us had ever been on a cruise, so we were excited, but not really sure what to expect. We LOVED it! We were absolutely amazed at the amount of food that was ALWAYS available. There wasn't a night that passed by that we didn't stop for pizza and cookies at 12:30 a.m. We're just glad that we each only added five pounds to our bodies!<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div></div><div>Although the food was amazing, the weather was less than desirable. Every day was super windy and overcast. We always had jackets on and were never able to just lounge by the pool. The day we stopped at Haiti, there was a major rain storm. Within two minutes of getting off of the boat, we were drenched from head to toe. Because of the storm, we weren't able to do much, but Nate and one of the guys we were with braved the rain and canoed. We were able to walk around the little shops where the locals were selling items. The day we were in Jamaica started out sunny. We went and hiked the Dunn's River Falls which was beautiful. We were able to spend about an hour on the beach and then the clouds and rain moved in again. We just weren't destined to come home with a tan!</div><div></div><div>Even though the weather was depressing, we had a great time just being together and exploring the boat and the fun things it had to offer. We definitely want to do it again, we'll just pray extra hard for some sun!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452298814595670994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S6p04mVCI9I/AAAAAAAABaA/297JxkMEL6U/s400/102.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452297955408592434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S6p0Glm3vjI/AAAAAAAABZg/bjqIbFjXB4I/s400/017.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452297962681256674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S6p0HAszyuI/AAAAAAAABZo/XcbzTw1GTDM/s400/039.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452297972886640610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S6p0Hmt9l-I/AAAAAAAABZw/HYHcnwfhRjQ/s400/042.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452298837738002626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S6p058imGMI/AAAAAAAABaQ/Xp0Ztwai-g4/s400/174.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452297978825482962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S6p0H815ItI/AAAAAAAABZ4/3g4px-SeAZ8/s400/061.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05559872692243946910noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830145226818292326.post-21844562646722615942010-03-01T15:41:00.000-08:002010-03-01T15:53:30.867-08:00Trey Ray<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S4xTBKLy5CI/AAAAAAAABZY/_ne5NjOFv_8/s1600-h/IMG_1216-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443817328962888738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S4xTBKLy5CI/AAAAAAAABZY/_ne5NjOFv_8/s400/IMG_1216-2.jpg" border="0" /></a>I just wanted to tell Treyson how proud I am of him. He was recently selected as the "Warrior of the Month" for the 6th grade at Cedar Middle School. He's always been such a great leader and such a good student. He's received 4.0's both quarters so far while at the middle school and has set a goal to finish the school year the same way. Here's what his teacher had to say about him on the nomination form:<br /><div></div><br /><div>"Treyson is a very responsible student. He is always prepared for class and does his best on every assignment. Treyson is a leader in our class. He sets a good example for others and is always willing to take charge when needed. He is a great help to all his teachers and comes to school each day with a positive attitude."</div><br /><div>Way to go Treyson. Thanks for being such a huge part of our family.</div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05559872692243946910noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830145226818292326.post-12792390812607153262010-02-23T12:28:00.000-08:002010-02-23T12:48:59.242-08:00The Car That Crossed The Finish LineBeing the first child, Treyson has naturally been the guinea pig for a lot of our parenting experiences. One of which was the pine wood derby. Year after year, Nate and Treyson would work hard creating a car (remember, Nate is an accountant, not a man that knows how to work complex tools), and then we would all cross our fingers and toes hoping that the car would be able to finish the race. More than once, the car didn't quite make it and a rousing pep talk would then be given to Trey about all that mattered was that he had fun and tried hard and that there were other things that he excelled in and that winning really didn't matter.<br /><br /><div><div></div><div>Now we're onto boy #2 in cub scouts. The block-of-wood kit was given to him as a Christmas gift from his leaders. There was an audible moan from Nate when the car was opened. Tanner immediately started brainstorming ideas of what he wanted his car to look like (none in which Nate would ever have the slightest idea how to make). Nate also started brainstorming and hit the computer. We love the world-wide-web and the items which can be purchased from people that know a whole lot more about making pine wood derby cars. Tanner actually jumped on board and loved looking at all of the cool designs. With a click of a button, Tanner's car was designed, cut, and shipped to our doorstep. In Nate's defense, by buying the car pre-cut online, he didn't do anything differently than he would have here at home. He would have had to taken the car to someone that had tools and knew how to operate them, and then have them cut it out for him. When the car came, Tanner did have to sand it, paint it, add decals, and the wheels. Everyone was happy with the outcome. Major bonus: the car crossed the finish line, each and every time. Did it take first place overall? No, but we had a smiley boy that didn't need a pep talk. Lesson learned. We'll never cut a car again. Tanner has two more years, and then Max will have three years. Just think what we'll come up with by Max's final year. I see blue ribbons in our future!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441543379213931698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S4Q-33Ps1LI/AAAAAAAABZI/TCoZCEqd5c8/s400/IMG_3280.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441543397885213730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S4Q-48zR_CI/AAAAAAAABZQ/DM7WxJt_CO8/s400/IMG_3271.JPG" border="0" />Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05559872692243946910noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830145226818292326.post-17362067096835649392010-02-07T20:14:00.000-08:002010-02-11T21:24:29.716-08:00THE Mr. Nate Esplin<div align="center"> Back in November, Nate called me one afternoon totally cracking up. I wondered what in the world could be so funny in the finance world that he was literally laughing out loud as I picked up the phone. The director of the Cedar City Chamber of Commerce had just left his office. Nate had received a special visit from him to be notified that he would be receiving the Cedar City "Man of the Year" award for the 2009 year. Complete honor, don't get me wrong, but we couldn't stop laughing. Fast forward to January 2010...A special dinner and awards ceremony was held for all of the award winners. It really was a nice night, and such a compliment to Nate for all of the hours of service he gives to the community (especially through Little League) and to the University. I've teased him relentlessly about his big head (well, he did make the kids address him as Sir for awhile, and I would have to chauffeur him around while he barked out directions- j/k). All kidding aside, I truly am proud of him for all of the time he puts into so many different boards and committees. Don't you think that I should have received the "Woman of the Year" award for so willingly donating my husband to so many different causes?<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435724484827426338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S2-SnocILiI/AAAAAAAABY4/krOPx4DJAqw/s400/IMG_3029.JPG" border="0" /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437223219484381890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S3TlteHfUsI/AAAAAAAABZA/t-C_tJ3wHi8/s400/019.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">(Kind of a crummy picture, but the kids loved that his face and name were on the State Bank marque for all to see!)<br /></p><p align="center">Way to go, Nate! We're so proud!</p>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05559872692243946910noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830145226818292326.post-35059311046198833302010-01-07T13:46:00.000-08:002010-01-07T14:03:33.979-08:00Giving Us The Finger<div><div><div>Santa had the crazy idea that Treyson and Tanner would enjoy a Swiss Army knife in their stockings. I think that he had intended for these knives to be used when needed for scouts and when the boys were at the cabin. I don't think that Santa had envisioned these knives being used to cut to the center of a baseball. Trey's ideas are bigger than Santa's and he proceeded to cut not only into a baseball, but also into the pointer finger of his right hand.<br /></div><div>I was on my way home from running some errands when I got a call from Tanner telling me to hurry home because Treyson had cut himself pretty badly. I thought he was either joking or exaggerating, until I walked into the blood-covered bathroom. After doing a quick exam of the finger, I called our doctor who said to bring him out and they'd take a look. After a quick look, and a second opinion from another doctor, the orthopedic surgeon was called for a consult, because the tip of the finger that had been cut, was starting to turn a little black from lack of circulation. The surgeon was in surgery (doing his job, I guess), so we headed over to the E.R. to be examined there. The doctor there determined that surgery wasn't needed that day (maybe in a couple weeks if it didn't heal correctly), and put five stitches in Trey's finger. I couldn't look at the finger, but after they numbed it up good, the doctor moved the tip around to see how much damage was done. That good, sharp knife cut into some nerve endings and got some of the bone. Lovely, I know. Now, two weeks later, things are looking good. At his first follow-up appointment, the doctor was happy with the coloring and Trey had feeling in the tip. The stitches will come out next week and we'll know then if the skin "took" and is healing correctly. The doctor seemed optimistic that all will be well and that Trey will be throwing a wicked fast ball by next month. For now, knives are off limits and the pocket knife merit badge will have to wait.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424121709207219970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S0ZZ9M_H7wI/AAAAAAAABYo/9YSkt7xou20/s400/048.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424121717342261026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S0ZZ9rSqzyI/AAAAAAAABYw/JggMLD73IFI/s400/049.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424121698116401378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S0ZZ8jq3eOI/AAAAAAAABYg/4LKW0MaOhjA/s400/IMG_2973.JPG" border="0" />Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05559872692243946910noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830145226818292326.post-12868626933939573222010-01-07T12:56:00.000-08:002010-01-07T13:44:58.392-08:00Our Holidays in PhotosWarning: A gazillion pictures are about to follow. Proceed at your own risk.<br /><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S0ZO4gc5qqI/AAAAAAAABXI/Klb3Ssyt7jM/s1600-h/IMG_2894.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424109533905136290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S0ZO4gc5qqI/AAAAAAAABXI/Klb3Ssyt7jM/s400/IMG_2894.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S0ZMMj6zfpI/AAAAAAAABWI/1Chlm1v-RxQ/s1600-h/IMG_2888.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424106579898367634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S0ZMMj6zfpI/AAAAAAAABWI/1Chlm1v-RxQ/s400/IMG_2888.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424106603007103474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S0ZMN6AW0fI/AAAAAAAABWg/9Ad7BgQhT9I/s400/IMG_2906.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424106593029962930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S0ZMNU1nvLI/AAAAAAAABWY/lhVaYVlQdD8/s400/IMG_2905.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424107794309278722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S0ZNTP87bAI/AAAAAAAABWw/K4LfC8Yx7k4/s400/IMG_2936.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424107795863220418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S0ZNTVvasMI/AAAAAAAABW4/js2vm3vxBwQ/s400/IMG_2937.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424109544232134562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S0ZO5G7DJ6I/AAAAAAAABXQ/OkHxLkPDPRg/s400/IMG_2943.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424107805830639586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S0ZNT631b-I/AAAAAAAABXA/xHm6d7yaoWI/s400/IMG_2938.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424109551154796882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S0ZO5gtimVI/AAAAAAAABXY/UpARhDODk-w/s400/IMG_2952.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424109563752608914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S0ZO6PpF9JI/AAAAAAAABXg/TcGixK0qcZM/s400/IMG_2954.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424111676415618370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S0ZQ1N7NLUI/AAAAAAAABXo/f-Bf6g7eO8U/s400/IMG_2956.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424111687911115490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S0ZQ14v8iuI/AAAAAAAABXw/zlqNGaE8h2M/s400/IMG_2958.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424111694230661730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S0ZQ2QSpKmI/AAAAAAAABX4/hchuMq8G-T8/s400/IMG_2965_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424111703912488818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S0ZQ20W-H3I/AAAAAAAABYA/c-bWa_JJ0MI/s400/IMG_2969.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424113435835834050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S0ZSboRrHsI/AAAAAAAABYY/nbZ6RuTWZBk/s400/IMG_2984.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424113428343573858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S0ZSbMXYTWI/AAAAAAAABYQ/1mJfAWIlHIU/s400/IMG_2989.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424113418589200226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/S0ZSaoBwX2I/AAAAAAAABYI/u6ve9CGsjYg/s400/IMG_2983.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br />We had a wonderful holiday season. Christmas Eve this year was with the Cowan family. One of my very favorite traditions is when my dad reads from a Christmas story and then gives us a little present to remind us of the chosen story. This year was "The Last Straw." The kids were super anxious to wake up in the morning to see what Santa brought. Trey even sent me a text at 4:50 a.m. wondering if they could get up yet. A little insane, I know, but it makes this mom smile (I've taught them well!). Christmas day was full of family and fun and a whole lot of being spoiled. Cam's family came to town on New Year's Eve, so all of my family came up to my house for some pizza, lots of snacking, and some silly games. Quincy loved that she got to stay up until "midnight" when the ball dropped in NYC! We hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas and that this new year brings happiness.Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05559872692243946910noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830145226818292326.post-33774768730013695282009-12-18T16:05:00.000-08:002009-12-18T20:30:31.265-08:00Abra Cadabra!<div>I swear, Miss Abbey Kyhl knows how to work magic! The day that we went to have our family pictures taken was absolutely freezing! (We had actually cancelled two previous dates due to blizzard like conditions, so because there was a clear sky, we went for it!) The kids would sit in the car or outside bundled in blankets until it was their turn to shine. I really didn't know what kind of results we would get, especially of Max. But once again, Abbey came through for me! Loved the results. Thanks Abbey for making us look good! (Check her out at <a href="http://www.akstudio.typepad.com/">http://www.akstudio.typepad.com/</a>)<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416756859629561810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/SywvqiThZ9I/AAAAAAAABVM/sVUGvn20-JM/s400/IMG_0993-5.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416757501096831810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/SywwP39PK0I/AAAAAAAABVU/Oy-oKGxRNH4/s400/IMG_1786-5.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416758385867904274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/SywxDX_GVRI/AAAAAAAABVc/LgF6dJi8bao/s400/IMG_1110-2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/SyxWBIs9aMI/AAAAAAAABVs/HC1g8buBwKs/s1600-h/IMG_1696-5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416799029335779522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/SyxWBIs9aMI/AAAAAAAABVs/HC1g8buBwKs/s400/IMG_1696-5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416799832274302850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/SyxWv34a94I/AAAAAAAABV0/5HG3ModYDa4/s400/IMG_1649-2.jpg" border="0" /></div></div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05559872692243946910noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830145226818292326.post-19472667431049802902009-11-24T17:21:00.001-08:002009-11-24T17:38:33.150-08:00Shakin' Her Booty<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/SwyHusnyOsI/AAAAAAAABT8/Cvnhq5Vk-hE/s1600/IMG_2818_edited-1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407846488886885058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/SwyHusnyOsI/AAAAAAAABT8/Cvnhq5Vk-hE/s400/IMG_2818_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /></a> I always hoped that I would someday have a little girl, and that maybe, just maybe, she would love to dance. I got both wishes granted! Quincy loves to strut her stuff. She joined a brand new dance studio this year, Gravity Dance Center. Her BFF signed up with her, and boy, can these two move! They had their first dance recital last week, and then danced again at a craft fair. I think my favorite part of those two nights was watching Quincy and Ainslee grooving to the music of the other dancers while they waited their turn on the sidelines. I love these two girls to pieces. They light up my world!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/SwyI2mqXuuI/AAAAAAAABUE/TwgUSfx45tc/s1600/IMG_2821_edited-1.JPG"></a></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407849302688222610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/SwyKSe2TTZI/AAAAAAAABUk/7Wb3WmVpJ7c/s400/IMG_2821_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407849307991922450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/SwyKSymzVxI/AAAAAAAABUs/jEdbvMnF14I/s400/IMG_2838_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407849317408468546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/SwyKTVr4bkI/AAAAAAAABU0/34rBoLb2IX4/s400/IMG_2841_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407849331604344674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/SwyKUKkcT2I/AAAAAAAABU8/xDRBuEa-m38/s400/IMG_2842.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/SwyI3OgnGxI/AAAAAAAABUM/_1DIs45z9nE/s1600/IMG_2839-1_edited-1.JPG"></a></p></div></div></div></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/SwyI3mYKwcI/AAAAAAAABUU/iBAm9ccz2ZM/s1600/IMG_2841_edited-1.JPG"></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/SwyI4LPlKGI/AAAAAAAABUc/vsRmHmS8JiU/s1600/IMG_2842.JPG"></a></div></div></div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05559872692243946910noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830145226818292326.post-79718303697236243912009-11-15T19:16:00.000-08:002009-11-15T19:40:49.021-08:00Aloha!<embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-ad.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=3170534137705411245&site=widget-ad.slide.com"></embed> <div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3170534137705411245&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-ad.slide.com/p1/3170534137705411245/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3170534137705411245&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-ad.slide.com/p2/3170534137705411245/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3170534137705411245&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-ad.slide.com/p4/3170534137705411245/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br />I cannot even express how fabulous our trip to Hawaii was! We created incredible memories and got some fun pictures. I will admit that there was yelling and tears, but hopefully the kids will forget about that part and just remember the good things. We were able to visit the Polynesian Cultural Center, where we had an incredible tour guide. She is a student at BYU-Hawaii majoring in elem-ed, and was so good with the kids! We loved the show after the luau, especially the Hakka and the fire dancers. Quincy became quite the Hakka dancer and might just have to join the BYU football team in doing it. We also visited Pearl Harbor. I was surprised at how good the kids were while we were there. I think they could truly feel how special of a place it was. My very favorite part was just watching the kids play at the beach. Treyson was fearless and loved diving into the water and was an excellent snorkeler. Tanner also loved the water, but was a little more cautious than Trey. Both Quincy and Max got more brave as the week went by, but Max still preferred playing in the sand. Luckily each of the kids were blessed with my skin, and not Nate's. They each came home golden brown and a tad blonder. <br /><br />I'm so grateful that I got to experience this with my kids. Max is still walking around saying "aloha" and you should see him shake his hips in Quincy's hula skirt! Good times and fun memories. Now, if only I could have some of that Hawaiian sun again. It's freezing in Utah!Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05559872692243946910noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830145226818292326.post-79526064235250971562009-11-09T20:05:00.000-08:002009-11-09T20:20:16.829-08:00The Other Ghost<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/SvjppVs8UDI/AAAAAAAABT0/ZszN488tItg/s1600-h/IMG_2772.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402324649440464946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/SvjppVs8UDI/AAAAAAAABT0/ZszN488tItg/s400/IMG_2772.JPG" border="0" /></a> There was another kind of ghost for Halloween this year at our house--Tanner got baptized and confirmed on Halloween day. We had such a great day with all of our family. We are so lucky to have so many people that care about Tanner and were here to help make his day extra special. Grandpa Esplin gave a great talk about the Holy Ghost that was geared right to Tanner-it was all about baseball. After the baptism, we ate a yummy Costa Vida meal out at the Leavitt Hangar. The kids loved the extra room to run around and just have fun together.<br /><div><div><br /><div><div><div>I'm so proud of Tanner and the decision he made to get baptized. As silly as he can be, he has such a sweet, in-tune side. I love the times I catch him wiping at his eyes during a sacrament meeting or at a friends' baptism. I love even more, the chance I get to talk with him after these experiences and talk about what he's feeling. I love this boy of mine.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402323710632639794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/SvjoysXtvTI/AAAAAAAABTU/iX6oEl4GMgw/s400/IMG_2762.JPG" border="0" /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402323712266811634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/SvjoyydVOPI/AAAAAAAABTc/J6q5D5YzRhE/s400/IMG_2774.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402323725953103538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/SvjozlcZdrI/AAAAAAAABTk/z5hFtrfiVY4/s400/IMG_2778_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05559872692243946910noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830145226818292326.post-55486079116371283082009-11-04T18:55:00.000-08:002009-11-04T19:13:39.079-08:00Ghosts and GoblinsWe had such an awesome Halloween! The kids had so much fun being able to trick-or-treat with so many of their cousins (everyone was in town for Tanner's baptism. More on that to come soon!). Quincy has known for a year that she wanted to be a witch. She wasn't too scary, but she sure was cute! When Quincy and her friend Ainslee were asked what Max should be, they said a skunk, because he has stinky diapers. I think they nailed that one! He literally was "stinking cute!" Tanner went with the tough boxer, and Treyson bailed on us and went and played in a baseball tournament. I guess you could say he dressed as a baseball player. Such a fun day and night. Now, if only we could get rid of all of the kids' candy. Mom keeps finding the hiding spots!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400450576002819602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/SvJBL6GzphI/AAAAAAAABS0/KsX5BrIi6Bg/s400/IMG_2797.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400450570365925538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/SvJBLlG3eKI/AAAAAAAABSs/3NJY9ugneL8/s400/IMG_2794.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400450561499841170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/SvJBLEFBwpI/AAAAAAAABSk/HDWEn4DHUgA/s400/IMG_2792.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400452163528478242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/SvJCoUGaziI/AAAAAAAABS8/cM-7AIWE3_U/s400/IMG_2800.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400452175896188722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/SvJCpCLHFzI/AAAAAAAABTM/uUtcg0pxxNQ/s400/IMG_2803.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400452172684281442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQzlPbd2Q/SvJCo2NVRmI/AAAAAAAABTE/CkVU6sLvn6Y/s400/IMG_2801.JPG" border="0" />Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05559872692243946910noreply@blogger.com2