tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75681724135640555612024-03-05T19:11:11.241-08:00Syphus from CaliTashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00677819887916782813noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568172413564055561.post-34875143154230075282010-12-09T17:53:00.000-08:002010-12-09T19:05:30.576-08:00Bad, Bad, Bad about blogging....Okay, I know that it has been months since I have blogged. Been busy here in So. Cali. Between being at home with the kids by myself majority of the time and my calling in church and supporting Ben and this new adventure with Outdoor Outlet.<br />To start off we are doing really well here. We started going back to church. I am in RS and Ben is the Teacher's Teacher. Funny stuff! And Ben and I are making it our goal to get sealed to each other and our beautiful children by next summer. We will see how it goes...<br />Cash started preschool. It is 5 days a week for 3 1/2 hours. He LOVES it! He wants to go every day. He can now write his name. He is doing well and he loves his primary teacher. He is getting super big.<br />For Gabby, well, she is a SPITFIRE! Man, she is handful and a LOT of work. Patient is what she is teaching me. We started potty training her back in September and she is doing good. She loves her nursery teacher. She calls her a "Peacher" and Connie (teacher) loves it. She has grown up so much. We just found out that her tubes in her ears fell out and she already has a ear infection. And, of course, she won't take her antibiotic. Doctor and ourselves are hoping we don't have to repeat ear surgery again.<br />We have had a lot happen since we moved here. My father had to have a quad bypass done back in June. No, he did not have heart attack. He went to have a check up and found out he was living on borrowed time. Then over the 4th of July my very dearest and most precious friend past away. My grandmother, who I had the great opportunity to get to know and take care of her while she fought her lung cancer. She finally, lost the fight to her cancer after 4 1/2 yrs. I will miss her truly.<br />Then in August I got a scary call and rushed back to St. George because 3 out of the 4 bypasses my father got failed. We found out that they could not do anything more for him. So we pray every day to keep him with us.<br />As for my mom, she just had a PET scan and she is clean and cancer free still. Yay!!!!! Although, she has a hard time keeping her white blood cell count up. She has to get transfusion every once in a while. <br />We did have the opportunity to go to Disneyland with my family. We had a blast. My kids are lame and don't like the big rides. Cash hates all the big rides. Thunder Mtn., Space Mtn., Splash Mtn., even the Matterhorn. He is so lame. Gabby enjoyed the Matterhorn.<br />For Halloween we enjoyed it with my cousin and her kids. We went to our ward's Halloween party. Which, Gabby, won the most unique costume. Funny stuff. Then the next day we went to Disneyland with them. We had a ball. We really enjoyed the time with them.<br />So as you can tell we are still alive and well. We are getting use to California. It was really hard for me at first. I am doing better and I love my ward. I love all the ladies that I have come to know. I will cherish them always. We do go to the beach at least once or twice a month. It is about a half hour to hour away. The kids love it. They are not afraid of the water. We try to find clams every time to go. The kids love to watch them.<br /> We are getting for the holidays. Hopefully we will go to St. George for a week to enjoy it with our family. I will do my best to at least blog once or twice a month.<br />Until next time... Have a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!!!! (Enjoy the pics.)<br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji8T1FuB2Vwg6DBfORy99lPt9T3TW44QzgmNWFYtNIdW5GCZZBXCa1bGJqh2ZasTDCjGwt2AqTfQMskukhUFH0eofpxVmDaXARxy92unFJLSprtgn0oOBi6thN4cpcgX0MlE0Co38-cLw/s1600/IMGP5983.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji8T1FuB2Vwg6DBfORy99lPt9T3TW44QzgmNWFYtNIdW5GCZZBXCa1bGJqh2ZasTDCjGwt2AqTfQMskukhUFH0eofpxVmDaXARxy92unFJLSprtgn0oOBi6thN4cpcgX0MlE0Co38-cLw/s400/IMGP5983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548874059387113586" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Cash & Gabby on Halloween!</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiryZEqeI-8DTlbb7y38PPD3R6rCs9QSCramy1aRSmAOl2B3jD3M3ptC_p-2Lv0_RR6phTqzM8GyIwTCHXT0qUCJ4CT1rCzcHeoxICgLhyphenhyphentXHkO2IIVmdkuBuNxCzoDqId1B3uTf0kn-H4/s1600/IMGP5944.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiryZEqeI-8DTlbb7y38PPD3R6rCs9QSCramy1aRSmAOl2B3jD3M3ptC_p-2Lv0_RR6phTqzM8GyIwTCHXT0qUCJ4CT1rCzcHeoxICgLhyphenhyphentXHkO2IIVmdkuBuNxCzoDqId1B3uTf0kn-H4/s400/IMGP5944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548874054940119954" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Nanna & Papa with kids during a visit!</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7sPo9sydZuK-YIspxYnM9LU-sgvSEGOB_0X7XgwPVojWTFbZvDuUx5_TejH2YiFznX0Pzx6drZ7jOpjo8jc6KX9XWYGtCQoUt-mURdI4Lulu-oBFoOY5ctcCWQB-fWyqTXNtJsK-GjLM/s1600/IMGP5927.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7sPo9sydZuK-YIspxYnM9LU-sgvSEGOB_0X7XgwPVojWTFbZvDuUx5_TejH2YiFznX0Pzx6drZ7jOpjo8jc6KX9XWYGtCQoUt-mURdI4Lulu-oBFoOY5ctcCWQB-fWyqTXNtJsK-GjLM/s400/IMGP5927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548874047952855618" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Many of the beach visits!<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgj4jSojtk31_hmq9z2zle3i8mEL4pGHpYka7-7AjS4uU7zIBLxRsIZmwFEidk0LF23ztXdUR13PH068RXG1cK0_Zo9HDvkO-psv0EDfRThKuVnlyYZeICuQp_dt8mAyYB9McMYuZxBe4/s1600/DSC_0265.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgj4jSojtk31_hmq9z2zle3i8mEL4pGHpYka7-7AjS4uU7zIBLxRsIZmwFEidk0LF23ztXdUR13PH068RXG1cK0_Zo9HDvkO-psv0EDfRThKuVnlyYZeICuQp_dt8mAyYB9McMYuZxBe4/s400/DSC_0265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548874043614571874" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">4th of July fireworks and Gma's funeral.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSfN7j-e_NvqwJEEHXf8w9ixMXX9pMby3EXKP6ZF1sTTsFf_daQ-BwV9QgXtWCuI7MbkM5NeHTD4KCqFOg5dZgAtL73TieAWImcxlTLP8q1y0qDSmpV2jEvh88Mep7RCH8NhPKQ6Rbz5I/s1600/DSC_0215+%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSfN7j-e_NvqwJEEHXf8w9ixMXX9pMby3EXKP6ZF1sTTsFf_daQ-BwV9QgXtWCuI7MbkM5NeHTD4KCqFOg5dZgAtL73TieAWImcxlTLP8q1y0qDSmpV2jEvh88Mep7RCH8NhPKQ6Rbz5I/s400/DSC_0215+%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548874038145322978" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Gabby sporting a smile for the camera.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcGHGTCMNv3TcxWD5j1X-dh23sUwEfCHWZCvxoJNbaCq2U5pQhpRMOPKITFlqxX5r_IS5nccUsJy8k7OTLeF7O71BHJDchJSOJT77Evzz80f7dFcKmxEuItTe2yoIEe8QYvXiAJkQzOzI/s1600/DSC_0129+%25282%2529+-+Copy.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcGHGTCMNv3TcxWD5j1X-dh23sUwEfCHWZCvxoJNbaCq2U5pQhpRMOPKITFlqxX5r_IS5nccUsJy8k7OTLeF7O71BHJDchJSOJT77Evzz80f7dFcKmxEuItTe2yoIEe8QYvXiAJkQzOzI/s400/DSC_0129+%25282%2529+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548872553406540642" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Cash, Nat, Tdog, Squid and Gabby for pictures.</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-P_pZz1gqlYArGUgF20wwj3Y85Q3lrZuDNaPvJRdGLvovu-eYrOVhQEmkuhxA3kGPfC48gU4Hq3Zb415dLPFwMo9RP9t9FYVekwrCrPfpB_ESDQ6PrtW0QtGgfRxzEYjcqVD79LOVkHk/s1600/DSC_0008+%25283%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-P_pZz1gqlYArGUgF20wwj3Y85Q3lrZuDNaPvJRdGLvovu-eYrOVhQEmkuhxA3kGPfC48gU4Hq3Zb415dLPFwMo9RP9t9FYVekwrCrPfpB_ESDQ6PrtW0QtGgfRxzEYjcqVD79LOVkHk/s400/DSC_0008+%25283%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548872547692779058" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfGPpNApOW-zCSRxUkx00RhJ8fO9FujlDk3HGP_3YCo9LQ2Mum4q3QUcwVAblGmLRF-RjV8ezCFTlIg8OMqj1pktl5pb6BACficJ-FbVaIMrcsxuQwgBCihpNAYLXhuXbF_KF030eqXxY/s1600/101_0523.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfGPpNApOW-zCSRxUkx00RhJ8fO9FujlDk3HGP_3YCo9LQ2Mum4q3QUcwVAblGmLRF-RjV8ezCFTlIg8OMqj1pktl5pb6BACficJ-FbVaIMrcsxuQwgBCihpNAYLXhuXbF_KF030eqXxY/s400/101_0523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548872544061561874" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Papa being goofy!<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPFTF0kRugixZmYs8yzOV5j0Br8vc-shJANRLJe6_y1bLO0FIerVVNDhMzV6T3D53FinTS-zohNhX-K_6m6uEl4jggGkbeeH73Leg8kOMhlJJWY4VOhB1Gwud3TnRnTckDb6ieYPGr4Wc/s1600/101_0498.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPFTF0kRugixZmYs8yzOV5j0Br8vc-shJANRLJe6_y1bLO0FIerVVNDhMzV6T3D53FinTS-zohNhX-K_6m6uEl4jggGkbeeH73Leg8kOMhlJJWY4VOhB1Gwud3TnRnTckDb6ieYPGr4Wc/s400/101_0498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548872539605629746" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Cash's 4th bday @ Pirate Pizza.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvRZUU98ncSP0GLRFUa2k9feldDkj8njfQMhM5hFm8NksenWE3wOkaoVm0kJ3uaNykMZBXYujA6zV3ojfTwMInV1pD9MbIltjqczfA1hSlYfjbwihg-tGAuCV1HPF3nZkrxx7InsCn-Mo/s1600/101_0503.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvRZUU98ncSP0GLRFUa2k9feldDkj8njfQMhM5hFm8NksenWE3wOkaoVm0kJ3uaNykMZBXYujA6zV3ojfTwMInV1pD9MbIltjqczfA1hSlYfjbwihg-tGAuCV1HPF3nZkrxx7InsCn-Mo/s400/101_0503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548872527183805810" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Swimmin' during a huge rain storm!</span><br /></div>Tashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00677819887916782813noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568172413564055561.post-27079816163500544702010-05-06T15:16:00.000-07:002010-05-06T15:51:09.304-07:00Long time coming....<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWgdq6VZOthTi0BpxiY_eOV1hmo2h3jKgR8nLCd0Z5U-zNp3kQL7EO1UNftR7KU0qN_gSfKhJ5IHSNe2z2xsE3cZb6wAx7RFM0AVHfASUbDPHHtOxYDZtBtIf7fP9RfhBaDBxTfG1dWS4/s1600/IMGP5902.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWgdq6VZOthTi0BpxiY_eOV1hmo2h3jKgR8nLCd0Z5U-zNp3kQL7EO1UNftR7KU0qN_gSfKhJ5IHSNe2z2xsE3cZb6wAx7RFM0AVHfASUbDPHHtOxYDZtBtIf7fP9RfhBaDBxTfG1dWS4/s400/IMGP5902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468292218038085474" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS5cgaFehCNQIci-HrJptxICs0xEczKQusCIlaI04oG9AkWCeTrBQLj9STet4bzvFveXgNTOBdC2oOfXVEme9oe4w1VjYP3ZcUR3N4ZUaKYhEovpeZ2TgL-BM5VNbhj_2pPjHjGLMKpOA/s1600/IMGP5903.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS5cgaFehCNQIci-HrJptxICs0xEczKQusCIlaI04oG9AkWCeTrBQLj9STet4bzvFveXgNTOBdC2oOfXVEme9oe4w1VjYP3ZcUR3N4ZUaKYhEovpeZ2TgL-BM5VNbhj_2pPjHjGLMKpOA/s400/IMGP5903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468292227283834178" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">New house outside. We have lemon tree, orange tree, and magnolias.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzOeYyN8_QyqPQTdLdfTTDRrJNE5GqItlnRrlE6MfaMfws1S_mXN7Y0SbewF6ao2EvGMO3G-OPPBcb9zqy3CIdDnrZfDrQ33U5QHHe2NGLPnPObMk277hursnI0Yj1L9w6NA9YVad_ZBY/s1600/IMGP5897.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzOeYyN8_QyqPQTdLdfTTDRrJNE5GqItlnRrlE6MfaMfws1S_mXN7Y0SbewF6ao2EvGMO3G-OPPBcb9zqy3CIdDnrZfDrQ33U5QHHe2NGLPnPObMk277hursnI0Yj1L9w6NA9YVad_ZBY/s400/IMGP5897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468292201845780370" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Living room is big enough for our computer!</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjihi3CyUM7MCA28OoarOUqNI7jVsKaKwSJmWwsLYFOXgwRmUMjhNKqgBxEIR3-ofQYyIExY5FW-YnaAMaxARK1qh4x6STr4UoTbNhtNvctrOQCgikH_1cqJbzqhETTM_H0vGuQbelMang/s1600/IMGP5885.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjihi3CyUM7MCA28OoarOUqNI7jVsKaKwSJmWwsLYFOXgwRmUMjhNKqgBxEIR3-ofQYyIExY5FW-YnaAMaxARK1qh4x6STr4UoTbNhtNvctrOQCgikH_1cqJbzqhETTM_H0vGuQbelMang/s400/IMGP5885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468292195818520578" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKZgv20LrfmNQtSKrggyeDv-P1615oxpHxlds7UUZoT4Zh93dEaC2OCBgvG_gZAWBZEEuXRpHgDw79NE6pnPO3JBtuH1teztUfZ0t3OVFNv_gMRQlsjWYI1FjthpMiKHohSkMoTD50nOM/s1600/IMGP5877.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKZgv20LrfmNQtSKrggyeDv-P1615oxpHxlds7UUZoT4Zh93dEaC2OCBgvG_gZAWBZEEuXRpHgDw79NE6pnPO3JBtuH1teztUfZ0t3OVFNv_gMRQlsjWYI1FjthpMiKHohSkMoTD50nOM/s400/IMGP5877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468289858694107442" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Papa and Gabby Easter.</span><br /></div><br />I know it has been forever since I blogged. It has been very crazy for us. We finally got a place in California. Ben and I got moved in on Monday. I have been unpacking since. But we are here and now we are waiting for our little ones to join us. They will be here on Monday evening. They have been with Grandma & Grandpa Syphus. Nana and Papa picked them up today. They are taking them to the Breast Cancer walk up in S.L.C.. I am so very sad I can not be there. It was a very inspirational experience last year.<br />I will get everyone up to speed since the last blog. Ben had been commuting every weekend. It sucked for him so bad. And for me it was not fun at times. Gabby had to have surgery back in March. She had her tonsils, adenoids removed and ear tubes. It was a very long two days. She of course would NOT take her meds right. So she had to stay over night. It was hard for her. She didn't eat for days. And her breath was horrid. We called it Dragon Breath. It was deadly.<br />Gabby had her 2nd Birthday! It was very quiet. She got a few things but she wasn't feeling that well. She had her surgery 4 days prior. It is so crazy that my baby is now 2. Since her surgery she has become a talker. She is insane. Chatter this and that. She got new glasses, too. She is our little taz!<br />We did Easter with Nana & Papa with Grandma Great and the Strong's. It was fun and quiet. I was glad to have one last Easter with Grandma. The kids had a good time coloring eggs and finding them. They got bunk beds for Easter. They are so excited to have them. We still have to put that together.<br />We had our 7 year itch back in April. We didn't do anything. Ben was here in Cali and I was in St. George. It sucked but we have made it. 7 years. I love my husband and even though we have our moments (ALOT!) I still couldn't imagine a life with anyone else. He is a good man and has provided for us. I love you, Benni!<br />It will soon be my 30th! Yes, I said it, 3-0! Blah! GGAAA! What the!!!!! I am getting OLD!<br />Life is going crazy and this new adventure is going to be interesting. I don't know what to think. I am so very tired. Packing and unpacking in a week is kicking my arce!<br />I promise to keep up on the blog. But that's it for now, enjoy some pics.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6YgXaV19siI7BIvDUA2NjHoaJaESUkzULt_2RGhcsMd0Cbqpb2NE6dzKUDs7d1ol_gNzE-EdC3j66ncLPsdnae4DaT64KveSMldVNoudUzErTEFh0HeLzYhbsmGhqeyk1SIzArBxdNYo/s1600/IMGP5870.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6YgXaV19siI7BIvDUA2NjHoaJaESUkzULt_2RGhcsMd0Cbqpb2NE6dzKUDs7d1ol_gNzE-EdC3j66ncLPsdnae4DaT64KveSMldVNoudUzErTEFh0HeLzYhbsmGhqeyk1SIzArBxdNYo/s400/IMGP5870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468289851844183362" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Gabby and Cash Easter clothes and basket on their heads. Their way of saying "NO!"<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh21rQbuoUou_9rOw2B_Lz7gaQWvo4dyqqTqi_9Gw1tS5cVuKl_5tfu2gGFmt7q-Hl2HKuJzpGNljNG4VALANKGurwcXd0Z2f3AJrKck0s0xbrQOMbz0st85DYyu_ogfTgcqjzkUkxWyrg/s1600/IMGP5860.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh21rQbuoUou_9rOw2B_Lz7gaQWvo4dyqqTqi_9Gw1tS5cVuKl_5tfu2gGFmt7q-Hl2HKuJzpGNljNG4VALANKGurwcXd0Z2f3AJrKck0s0xbrQOMbz0st85DYyu_ogfTgcqjzkUkxWyrg/s400/IMGP5860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468289842849450114" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">nana and Cash coloring eggs.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidQbC8aMyPUB0jhc4JeDjU2bqDjLfclC_xhcxptQJ3t3sEa4BwsxxHKC73bxXWhqVT_nJy1wjEsji0vYhz6Z3NueRSwlyVOFv8FurC4KPYtLyx1pQ755AlylvJifwtfL-kuemIlZh9T9w/s1600/IMGP5863.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidQbC8aMyPUB0jhc4JeDjU2bqDjLfclC_xhcxptQJ3t3sEa4BwsxxHKC73bxXWhqVT_nJy1wjEsji0vYhz6Z3NueRSwlyVOFv8FurC4KPYtLyx1pQ755AlylvJifwtfL-kuemIlZh9T9w/s400/IMGP5863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468289828018260994" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Mommy and Aunt Whit so tired coloring eggs with kids.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4F4vazgEUqNQA1Zi7Q-Fx-o8wsjm52F3GPtA-hfN4cu3wbKTr9WxaYG68MNdtGskFBrCTDU4Pzl2OZ1GypK53kJvGBF3xZBCl0v53FylOXD7yNbyuh5cnAcFjPkdqQ7ZuqjMSos_ITHw/s1600/IMGP5858.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4F4vazgEUqNQA1Zi7Q-Fx-o8wsjm52F3GPtA-hfN4cu3wbKTr9WxaYG68MNdtGskFBrCTDU4Pzl2OZ1GypK53kJvGBF3xZBCl0v53FylOXD7yNbyuh5cnAcFjPkdqQ7ZuqjMSos_ITHw/s400/IMGP5858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468289813890275394" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Cash with Grandma Great's lipstick on his cheeks. Did it himself.</span><br /></div>Tashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00677819887916782813noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568172413564055561.post-80044793887444806262010-02-02T08:56:00.000-08:002010-02-02T09:08:31.666-08:00New Adventure...I know it has been awhile but we have been busy and making some decisions that are scary and sad. Ben, has taken a job in Pasadena, California. He will be opening and running a new OUTDOOR OUTLET. To all of you who don't know what Outdoor Outlet is; it is the company that his dad use to own here in St. George. It is a retail store that carries outdoor gear. From tents to shoes to clothes to climbing gear and so forth. So we are really excited because it has Ben's dream to run and own OUTDOOR OUTLET. So on that note it will be a good thing.<br />But the sad note we will be leaving and moving to California. Yes, scary of the unknown but scarier that it is California. Ben will be starting Monday and commuting back and forth until we know what to do with our house and we find a place there in California. So me and the kids will be here for a month or two. I am sad because I do NOT want to leave my support system of my family. Especially, my mom. She has been my crouch for so long. It will be very hard for me but I think we will be okay. But as soon as we settle in I hope all of you will come and visit us. Please pray for us that it will turn out good and we can make it down there. I love you all and the support you have given our family. Until next time... (I will write more when I can write without crying my eyes out.)Tashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00677819887916782813noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568172413564055561.post-40965758372666657212010-01-04T09:06:00.000-08:002010-01-04T09:15:47.295-08:00Happy New Year!Well, we did NOT do anything for the New Year. We were in bed at 10:30. I know LAME! But hey, we were dealing with sick kids and sick parents. We just went over to Grandma Greats for a bit. My sister and her family came for the weekend so we hung out with them. Not real exciting. Gabby just barely got better 2 days ago. So not real much has happened with us. Just excited that a New Year has begun. I hope and pray that good things will come our way this year. Since last year was one of the worst years we could have had. I hope all of you had a good New Year and hope that all of you will have good things come your way. <br />Ben and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">I's</span> main goal this year is to start going to church and become active. Now, let me tell you people not to push Benni or say anything to him. He has been hinting <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">alot</span> lately going back to church. So I think he is ready but HE has to do it on his own terms. Also, we would like to loose <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">weight</span>, but who doesn't. <br />All in all we just want to not have hardships as we did this last year. We would like to breath and not feel stressed out. <br />So with that little entry, HAPPY NEW YEAR!Tashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00677819887916782813noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568172413564055561.post-2606240444529210962009-12-28T14:19:00.000-08:002009-12-29T11:42:13.577-08:00Getting ready for Christmas and what was to follow it...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIFesdUsSSxnvrrZuaSxeIkaf2HuiO2sb685Ic2pqWF9u3lblRHyUGCk73g9SMHZ6TyZ-d6fDuLkHbfCM_XMkfag9oaNZxXZFOA0RMQZ8zn5nbHsIY2WE3fm6TNIm-2cL6-VjhagZzcmE/s1600-h/Dec.09+021.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIFesdUsSSxnvrrZuaSxeIkaf2HuiO2sb685Ic2pqWF9u3lblRHyUGCk73g9SMHZ6TyZ-d6fDuLkHbfCM_XMkfag9oaNZxXZFOA0RMQZ8zn5nbHsIY2WE3fm6TNIm-2cL6-VjhagZzcmE/s400/Dec.09+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420743839244509666" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Smiling big for Chirstmas!</span><br /></div>Okay, so this year has been really hard for my husband and I to get into the spirit of the season. But bless my sons heart he wasn't about to let that happen. When we finally got our tree up he always wanted to to turn the lights on. But we didn't get our Christmas lights up outside until a week before Christmas. Cash would ask why we didn't have our lights up like everyone else. It finally got to me and I did them. Almost killing myself in the process.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-AV26A_Oxag1D2f5X6eeIDxPeUVArEiejOPpOQNxE22clG-wQfHtOWrOr60xAN_tZ409fIBmTHTlpkYDPjOI5gjvIGeUVUl52xMaJWx3B332bVexQglrdP0wJbjIxfpgddHCrL9ixH44/s1600-h/Dec.09+019.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-AV26A_Oxag1D2f5X6eeIDxPeUVArEiejOPpOQNxE22clG-wQfHtOWrOr60xAN_tZ409fIBmTHTlpkYDPjOI5gjvIGeUVUl52xMaJWx3B332bVexQglrdP0wJbjIxfpgddHCrL9ixH44/s400/Dec.09+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420741924719725298" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Trav makes a cute Santa. Yevette and her smile!</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggAKO7LBaZV5Qq-f26aMkj2_pnSc27_ugSGsIqDsb9hyphenhyphent57pzkPJzfOCxWheT9rZz7dRC_IDnSRwYyIXSxTQ4DUxLoCqKm9SmK2g5ikuaB-Mz_K2w39xplaQCcdRB7r9hhMoC9TO6TU8g/s1600-h/Dec.09+045.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggAKO7LBaZV5Qq-f26aMkj2_pnSc27_ugSGsIqDsb9hyphenhyphent57pzkPJzfOCxWheT9rZz7dRC_IDnSRwYyIXSxTQ4DUxLoCqKm9SmK2g5ikuaB-Mz_K2w39xplaQCcdRB7r9hhMoC9TO6TU8g/s400/Dec.09+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420741935143977410" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Big boys in little coats. Go Benni, Gary and Trav.<br /><br /></span></div>Ben and I had the opportunity to go up to Cedar to have a little Christmas/Benni b-day bash with our friends. We had a great time (as always). We want our friends there know that we really appreciate them and love them with all our hearts. Gary and Linda, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Trav</span> and Yevette are two of the greatest couples we know. They bring so much to our lives and we cherish them.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">That following morning Ben and I went to go pick up his boss's tractor from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Trav's</span> house. What a adventure that was. It wouldn't start so they had to pull it with the digger. Funny cause Ben got stopped half way up. Those two men are children at heart!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZFZ1bo8CqOmesPQw2fnH7CQyaWh2Q30Dc2Oxe4OAj5JPZahslnnl3aKQTeKkZkVfJ-21mldihO8DCDqp5LL532cr4xd9qHqDg2cPXwVduqf0NL_euyOLLqhoNUFp-x7n2DnHragO49z0/s1600-h/Dec.09+023.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZFZ1bo8CqOmesPQw2fnH7CQyaWh2Q30Dc2Oxe4OAj5JPZahslnnl3aKQTeKkZkVfJ-21mldihO8DCDqp5LL532cr4xd9qHqDg2cPXwVduqf0NL_euyOLLqhoNUFp-x7n2DnHragO49z0/s400/Dec.09+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420741960478136178" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Ben and the tractor event. Fun stuff!<br /><br /></span></div>So as the season neared us I did not go shopping until a week before Christmas. I did it all in a couple hours. I know I am so lame for waiting but that is how it worked out this year. My dad helped me get it all together for Cash and thank goodness <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Kandiss</span> helped me out with Gabby. She got the cutest water baby and sent it here a week before Christmas.<br />Now, as for Christmas Eve, we went to Ben's family for a couple hours and then headed over to Grandma Greats. We decided as a family that we would stay the night and open presents with Grandma. It was kind of a long night. First off, Grandma would not go to sleep and needed to go to the bathroom every half hour but didn't do anything. And for all of you that know, it got harder and harder to lift her. Plus, she was not very nice. She was really agitated. Finally, she got to sleep around 11:30. We had to do Santa and so forth. We finally got to bed around 12:30 and then my son was having nightmares all night. And it was really freaking cold at my Grandma's. So the kids woke up around 6:30 and we did presents. Cash wanted to open everything all at once. It was funny cause he wasn't into Santa this year. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Acutually</span>, Santa freaked him out when he say him. So he kept saying "Ask Nana and Papa to buy it," with everything he wanted. Gotta love it.<br /><br />So we got ready and went to Ben's family for breakfast and then headed back to Grandma's. We spent the afternoon there. Kids dd not get a nap at all. So by the time we left around 6pm on Christmas the kids were exhausted. Cash was acting sick. But we finally got home and settled in. Cash was up all night coughing. So I thought he was sick. I was wrong!<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Which brings us to Puke Feast 2009! Gabby woke up around 6am and started vomiting every 20 minutes. It sucked. I felt so bad for her. She finally started to vomit blood. So I took her in around 3pm because she got so lethargic and not really responding well. The doctor she had the flu but she was vomiting blood. He sent me home with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">phenagran</span> suppositories and to give her a tsp. of Gatorade every 10 minutes. If she can't keep that down to take her to the hospital to get hydrated. Well, we didn't go to the hospital. Just a really long night once again. So the next day we did the same of more puke. She started to slow down with the puking and we thought we were over the worst. Then around 6 that night Cash started puking. It was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">SOOOOOOOOO</span> much fun!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqnolQevSMWkmYAY5BakRrdS4RUs_hSCxWyAWTidkImHxWvITa1dJPw3DLtytPPR_-rTLVqW2fBAKFeLf-CuCqHKlis_TCgV_lT-BuU4sP-8E_pyKh6Rqu1H7WxK8CmwNs5DsUWcmgqLU/s1600-h/Dec.09+041.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqnolQevSMWkmYAY5BakRrdS4RUs_hSCxWyAWTidkImHxWvITa1dJPw3DLtytPPR_-rTLVqW2fBAKFeLf-CuCqHKlis_TCgV_lT-BuU4sP-8E_pyKh6Rqu1H7WxK8CmwNs5DsUWcmgqLU/s400/Dec.09+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420742585741152994" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Sick kids. Felt so bad!</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">They are on a slow mend but Cash might have the chicken pox. We will find out tomorrow. But it was funny to see all the towels and laundry we had to do and the little beds we made for the kids in the living room.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi78hUcIHeAw02AoO_kCSKl-LkFnCJ4Ky1NarQg0kojsG3Lc0IR69aML_U1sbVGJk9kQiXFrCrfVNkUUQz9N3n3EF84PJG6qBZss5SaRcyC61SuvSWbd_-rFDkylLxO84L0JZS4_wuHaqs/s1600-h/Dec.09+038.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi78hUcIHeAw02AoO_kCSKl-LkFnCJ4Ky1NarQg0kojsG3Lc0IR69aML_U1sbVGJk9kQiXFrCrfVNkUUQz9N3n3EF84PJG6qBZss5SaRcyC61SuvSWbd_-rFDkylLxO84L0JZS4_wuHaqs/s400/Dec.09+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420742581719668962" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">All the laundry and the sickies!<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">All in all, besides Puke Feast, it was a good Christmas. I want to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and I hope it was as wonderful as ours. (PS We did video of our Christmas so I will get pics up later of the kids and new toys.)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf5gH2K_y0ddauKAbHZ_Q098uSozAXO22Y_-J-m-lx_1WbsJCOhWhgoQAGSYSrLJSEYCFWXUNL6XKdb2FiFlD32BR1Cg2plgsTDvFUSRuFlS_P62Tkqi2Ibc9fGJlzjSwC__n0audlrZQ/s1600-h/Dec.09+017.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf5gH2K_y0ddauKAbHZ_Q098uSozAXO22Y_-J-m-lx_1WbsJCOhWhgoQAGSYSrLJSEYCFWXUNL6XKdb2FiFlD32BR1Cg2plgsTDvFUSRuFlS_P62Tkqi2Ibc9fGJlzjSwC__n0audlrZQ/s400/Dec.09+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420744997395396962" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Linda Lou and Benni. Happy 32 BDAY!<br /></span></div><br />Last, but not least, I want to tell my husband a HAPPY BIRTHDAY, today! I want him to know that I love him so very much and I appreciate that he works really hard for our little family. Times have been tough for us but he is our rock and our provider. So with that "HAPPY 32 BIRTHDAY, BIG DADDY!"Tashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00677819887916782813noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568172413564055561.post-86349175425008679542009-12-02T09:44:00.000-08:002009-12-02T10:04:31.668-08:00Thanksgiving and more...<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWRqby1npY3RkcW_-9HuTa9CjLmrKrnlngF5YsO_Vsm98SxluaAtv5_kLfE2tFi_a2-gE4-gny2bp0ZgWXsZl8XYexGhpzSOBkLOA3SGIMbLB7RgxGCGw-TO2aReo69CvXUDZ4rdXFl2c/s1600-h/IMGP5750.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWRqby1npY3RkcW_-9HuTa9CjLmrKrnlngF5YsO_Vsm98SxluaAtv5_kLfE2tFi_a2-gE4-gny2bp0ZgWXsZl8XYexGhpzSOBkLOA3SGIMbLB7RgxGCGw-TO2aReo69CvXUDZ4rdXFl2c/s400/IMGP5750.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Gabby saying, "CHEESE" as we get ready to leave for SLC.</span><br /><br />It has been a while since I last blogged. Just been real busy and getting ready for Thanksgiving. But we went up S.L.C. for Thanksgiving. We had dinner with the Millgate's this year. We had it at my sister's ward house in Stansbury. It was a good time. It was mostly my dad's brothers and sisters. While, we were there we had news reporters show up because there was a press conference for the guy that got stuck in the Nutty Putty Caves. His family was in my sister's stake. So we got talking to Max Roth with Fox 13 News and he wanted to do a segment on people who had been in the caves. So my dad, Jeff (brother-n-law), and myself all have been in them. So we got interviewed. And on Thanksgiving evening we were on the news on Fox 13. Crazy to see myself on TV. It is sad to know that someone died in that cave. The whole thing is scary and very sad.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi85gT6ea3aTlAwuXPdX38C7U9zaRePHVp7PG1syETgqdb06Qqck45WkKS9_OwBnxyepB_pONRah-IYGQUVR28TFIlOGYOZNfSYvHuAQeoKqdvyOWSJygwTqLv-bx5nAaymr-qScnpYh8E/s1600-h/IMG_6263.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi85gT6ea3aTlAwuXPdX38C7U9zaRePHVp7PG1syETgqdb06Qqck45WkKS9_OwBnxyepB_pONRah-IYGQUVR28TFIlOGYOZNfSYvHuAQeoKqdvyOWSJygwTqLv-bx5nAaymr-qScnpYh8E/s400/IMG_6263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410698896430558610" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Family pictures.<br /><br /></span>On Friday morning our family got up and went and did some family pictures. It was hazy that day. So everyone who knows when it is hazy in Salt Lake, means COLD! We were out by Great Salt Lake and my daughter and the other kids were whining about being cold. It was a good time but stressful. When you have that many people it is hard. Then Benni flew home that afternoon and I was left alone with kids. Fun for me! No, it wasn't bad because my family helps me a ton.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-mlXkSz1iB3FyNOvAQT7fC7uNNtH4TV2Qw3vz2oeMyZ3Qav394ERY5rvGd-GpuDbnwRwWBPt2kkScfCxTYN52kzMowsEvbzwPR7WLH4cDf9sGCtkS8fO-6KymV8S_wem-6MGvaWnBMDE/s1600-h/IMG_6356.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-mlXkSz1iB3FyNOvAQT7fC7uNNtH4TV2Qw3vz2oeMyZ3Qav394ERY5rvGd-GpuDbnwRwWBPt2kkScfCxTYN52kzMowsEvbzwPR7WLH4cDf9sGCtkS8fO-6KymV8S_wem-6MGvaWnBMDE/s400/IMG_6356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410698914930220450" border="0" /></a><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Whitney, Kandiss and I. The 3 sisters. </span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFpJc1o2YifbQx3eWLBbY-53tEwDZycO-MW97O_8YkxlDXEFeLASkiYPhPhMd_Kz1HQj7eAJ3dMqn1zNLh7zKFNqmyj7G4SIWvNtYSfIIDOdDVlUpY8KswV0worCNdRHh9-4BMWhXwpzU/s1600-h/IMGP5755.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFpJc1o2YifbQx3eWLBbY-53tEwDZycO-MW97O_8YkxlDXEFeLASkiYPhPhMd_Kz1HQj7eAJ3dMqn1zNLh7zKFNqmyj7G4SIWvNtYSfIIDOdDVlUpY8KswV0worCNdRHh9-4BMWhXwpzU/s400/IMGP5755.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div> <span style="font-size:78%;">Kandiss getting eyelash extensions.</span><br /><br />On Saturday, my dad, Kandiss, and Jeff got ready to got to the Holy War game. My brother-n-law is a huge BYU fan and the rest of us are born and raised Ute fans. So it is rather interesting to have a game of both teams.<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCwy0mu-D0gMVXj3an6BGFzfw8C0NnBcmykOSuswUpsYioak3AL82APn__YoEOczeulQW0CCq9HlVgGlERP49xX9-IUNnHxKQw283EMNX_NFAuhNWSCi0ILpsf1TuiwgZ67AgKQQ-OS8U/s1600-h/IMGP5753.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCwy0mu-D0gMVXj3an6BGFzfw8C0NnBcmykOSuswUpsYioak3AL82APn__YoEOczeulQW0CCq9HlVgGlERP49xX9-IUNnHxKQw283EMNX_NFAuhNWSCi0ILpsf1TuiwgZ67AgKQQ-OS8U/s400/IMGP5753.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div> <span style="font-size:78%;">Talmage decked out for the game. We took it off after Jeff left! :)</span><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><br />So my mom, Whitney, and myself had all the kids. 5 kids under 6. Um, not fun at times. We took them to the Living Aquarium and lunch. They loved it. Especially, my kids. Cash loves fish. And Gabby loved the octopus. It was active that day. So we watched it for a while. Then that evening I had a chance to go out with my friend Jes. We had a really good time. It makes me really glad that I am not single. Man, how lame people are when they get drunk. We sat back and laughed at how many people act like idiots.<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNKxJsMbzJ8l0tLNBzxw7-5GkOd74PFYOkKpzA_4qqHgNLr4ZVsiGV4DnpmeDLGBtYvmpisxYh4whaqEzdRnRgEVLDq2KZE2ZS0w1kMh704kiGJt4imVhbVnzvAWh94a0PG4G2VH6PV8g/s1600-h/IMGP5756.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNKxJsMbzJ8l0tLNBzxw7-5GkOd74PFYOkKpzA_4qqHgNLr4ZVsiGV4DnpmeDLGBtYvmpisxYh4whaqEzdRnRgEVLDq2KZE2ZS0w1kMh704kiGJt4imVhbVnzvAWh94a0PG4G2VH6PV8g/s400/IMGP5756.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div> <span style="font-size:78%;">Gabby and Nataly on the frog.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOSCipkSofqPSmecPEL2W8dsOFQO_ampQCBm2268eb7bSvsfAzTVgKZ_CLVRW4xq3o8NdvLAXfvyFfHwfxOJ1Gw_F9HA2eEFy5DEdLo5goey9gevH_pMUE02XQV8TQQq-OM0NAylYZZFE/s1600-h/IMGP5758.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOSCipkSofqPSmecPEL2W8dsOFQO_ampQCBm2268eb7bSvsfAzTVgKZ_CLVRW4xq3o8NdvLAXfvyFfHwfxOJ1Gw_F9HA2eEFy5DEdLo5goey9gevH_pMUE02XQV8TQQq-OM0NAylYZZFE/s400/IMGP5758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410698881026472930" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Nataly, Gabby, Squid, and Cash<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSOhRr0YZPAXx46hUyNQpssj0rWV-7ssjEd150HaP-9DNUfIVkrMumV1dY4WLBd_grmuH6LrsG8HEwy3h8jMv9GfQ4jqiQF1Lm-lX5vynAy0evMVyYdcqr-w2FGuXJmLljyCi0dynrIfQ/s1600-h/IMGP5763.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSOhRr0YZPAXx46hUyNQpssj0rWV-7ssjEd150HaP-9DNUfIVkrMumV1dY4WLBd_grmuH6LrsG8HEwy3h8jMv9GfQ4jqiQF1Lm-lX5vynAy0evMVyYdcqr-w2FGuXJmLljyCi0dynrIfQ/s400/IMGP5763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410698892216312594" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cash loving the fish.</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span>Sunday we returned home. Thank goodness my sister who drove because I was so tired cause I only got 3 hours of sleep from getting home late and kids waking up early. We had an awesome time. I want to say one thing that I am grateful for, and that is my children. They are my blessing and answer to my prayers during this hard time. I truly love being a mom. So I am thankful this year for them and the sweet smiles they give me every morning.<br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiumtS7Gu-zltXVPlGwTEr30a2G5fX30eQ3k2T7XkVFz80gc1sXh-Vq2BVCvKXCteoOh-NdnSXhL49qUJpsw_WmdDdc-Wsb-MIxKezD3SYNIKj7ijMbT422WnBSffzMHfU3fbtcxOBNa9c/s1600-h/IMG_6321.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiumtS7Gu-zltXVPlGwTEr30a2G5fX30eQ3k2T7XkVFz80gc1sXh-Vq2BVCvKXCteoOh-NdnSXhL49qUJpsw_WmdDdc-Wsb-MIxKezD3SYNIKj7ijMbT422WnBSffzMHfU3fbtcxOBNa9c/s400/IMG_6321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410698910024133074" border="0" /></a>With that I want to tell everyone Happy Thanksgiving!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiumtS7Gu-zltXVPlGwTEr30a2G5fX30eQ3k2T7XkVFz80gc1sXh-Vq2BVCvKXCteoOh-NdnSXhL49qUJpsw_WmdDdc-Wsb-MIxKezD3SYNIKj7ijMbT422WnBSffzMHfU3fbtcxOBNa9c/s1600-h/IMG_6321.JPG"></a><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Tashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00677819887916782813noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568172413564055561.post-59355628491270634342009-11-02T10:44:00.000-08:002009-11-02T11:09:41.110-08:00Happy Halloween '09!Our Halloween was not all that exciting. Cash was a skeleton and Gabby was a fairy. Her favorite green shoes matched. It was so cute. She liked to steal Cash's mask and go and scare everyone with her cute growl. We did go to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Tuachan</span> to the Farmers Market during the day and walked around for a bit and Gabby went on the train. She cried for a minute and fell backwards. It was so funny. Cash didn't go on it. He was to much of a wimp to do it. Then Cash went down the big blow up slide. Of course, not by himself because when he got to the top he started cry. So this guy that was at the top took him and his kid down. So Cash was a serious pain in the butt. So we decided to go home and take naps before we went and spent most of the evening with Ben's family.<br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIB3VViD2_4LjMTrs8vt5hs5MrBPuK1fkJ9kdirA8ByIfT7uMyIZWpGCl_jCGCENt60t3kBX0-k8-026s834nixniiWjfsZm19JWEPTUrnPI-3a7UOPSd8d-smv8uT4Jta_8x2jhq1fNo/s1600-h/IMGP5727.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIB3VViD2_4LjMTrs8vt5hs5MrBPuK1fkJ9kdirA8ByIfT7uMyIZWpGCl_jCGCENt60t3kBX0-k8-026s834nixniiWjfsZm19JWEPTUrnPI-3a7UOPSd8d-smv8uT4Jta_8x2jhq1fNo/s400/IMGP5727.JPG" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Cash as a skeleton.</span><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLDk7n3L1Q_iuigBH726Cjt_6UJp5CcT-Hb8HuCA0bfvKMlsc2NCY2rHUJXw8LVyQJKAMBdTEGNVL9LcE2H4f-zg24oZ4kFbq0ldPGEts9NFK1lxo20mozSfNI6pxU-wMXsZxTEibVjLc/s1600-h/IMGP5732.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLDk7n3L1Q_iuigBH726Cjt_6UJp5CcT-Hb8HuCA0bfvKMlsc2NCY2rHUJXw8LVyQJKAMBdTEGNVL9LcE2H4f-zg24oZ4kFbq0ldPGEts9NFK1lxo20mozSfNI6pxU-wMXsZxTEibVjLc/s400/IMGP5732.JPG" border="0" /></a><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> <span style="font-size:78%;">Gabby the fairy and her green shoes!</span><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbG4oRJ9OA2gaPszH10Jud8fr0fc1t76GsYedcgfXrLzAVX1wGe69FSwy6usxQv-ds-_eRzCzk3GDVgHDV768SB4yIwQm1hCGgKJ4ah2mBVLZJEbUbmx4Kve3pPTxc3PX0AaCsLUC31uA/s1600-h/IMGP5733.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbG4oRJ9OA2gaPszH10Jud8fr0fc1t76GsYedcgfXrLzAVX1wGe69FSwy6usxQv-ds-_eRzCzk3GDVgHDV768SB4yIwQm1hCGgKJ4ah2mBVLZJEbUbmx4Kve3pPTxc3PX0AaCsLUC31uA/s400/IMGP5733.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div> <span style="font-size:78%;">Gabby and her scariness!</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7g75h5PoFa-E1yx676o7CD1iJMH2OVy44n7_kA6bQ0lhvEsdb438GN4uOeFiBWY4SyVUCKJnBMObEosSq9z4fDyONFnMQSYniQwOiRmmbTSSzKJNyVoyV18xqKS9ivuMWBWpY7PdgxA4/s1600-h/IMGP5729.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7g75h5PoFa-E1yx676o7CD1iJMH2OVy44n7_kA6bQ0lhvEsdb438GN4uOeFiBWY4SyVUCKJnBMObEosSq9z4fDyONFnMQSYniQwOiRmmbTSSzKJNyVoyV18xqKS9ivuMWBWpY7PdgxA4/s400/IMGP5729.JPG" border="0" /></a><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><span style="font-size:78%;">Cash and Gabby having fun in their costumes.</span><br /><br />When we got to the family's, there was some serious food. Wendy made two kinds of soup, pigs in a blanket, rolls shaped as a finger, and a cake like a spider and some serious trick or treat candy. So we chowed some food and took our kids trick or treating. It was such a nice evening. Warm! Wendy came with us to show us where to go and not to go. It was fun to watch Cash get all excited. Gabby just liked to copy him. Maddie and Dave caught up with us. We had a pretty good time.<br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhO8xIyo8vIV0Q7Hnm58toeJEkHLVmgs_m9WlpoQ-yPubSI8ObRYtvEQeE-Y_bCbkXSUtkDvDIVrH3tEFPAYEqF-CZoPejzE7rx7jdo0DsoDSqq7YibbHe7kfgXovxLT2X88rIDYNJndA/s1600-h/IMGP5742.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhO8xIyo8vIV0Q7Hnm58toeJEkHLVmgs_m9WlpoQ-yPubSI8ObRYtvEQeE-Y_bCbkXSUtkDvDIVrH3tEFPAYEqF-CZoPejzE7rx7jdo0DsoDSqq7YibbHe7kfgXovxLT2X88rIDYNJndA/s400/IMGP5742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399582315543325586" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Cash, Mommy, and Gabby enjoying the market.<br /><br /></span>Then we went back to Wendy's and just hung out with the family. All in all it was good time. It is getting me excited for Thanksgiving. It is my most favorite holiday and I get to go up S.L.C. for the first time in 6 years. So I am really excited.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNhLkKior6FMm-49wKyOlY42Zu2ypjg4tBfnD-jn6ozyJpmUrgu4RuDq9KgnB8a4JXRaE8IDvG_inxYUaxsVKmPVdlNlCBr20v9rcCWojgqbqeW7QEsgVjWb8QcF0yW-kGpC5uXfSl-uc/s1600-h/IMGP5738.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNhLkKior6FMm-49wKyOlY42Zu2ypjg4tBfnD-jn6ozyJpmUrgu4RuDq9KgnB8a4JXRaE8IDvG_inxYUaxsVKmPVdlNlCBr20v9rcCWojgqbqeW7QEsgVjWb8QcF0yW-kGpC5uXfSl-uc/s400/IMGP5738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399582307393546706" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Cash, daddy, and Gabby at the market.</span><br /><br />We are all doing well. I just took Gabby to her 18 month check up. Good news! She is back on the charts. She is in the 3 percentile in her height and weight. It is funny because she is barely over 20 lbs. By only a half a pound. She is doing well and is a serious trouble maker. She is into climbing every thing. She some how is on my table or counters. It is crazy how fast she gets in trouble.<br />Cash is doing well also. He is really into Dora and Diego right now. Those shows make me NUTS! But he is such a grown up. He makes comments that only grown ups say. It is funny! So we have to watch what we say.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim97qvxYGap6BAUpkGr0m0v4cJXnMHbZRlHatNMXTrKyA9bJ86P9w-u4fvv0cQf7Q_lIjcNqj8aozJgwEAgbFLoEo1ZwyJn5MVDnuYlrHzaKAYN2y3vlde2PKCzI7KV8rsCSHAp3Xtc1g/s1600-h/IMGP5744.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim97qvxYGap6BAUpkGr0m0v4cJXnMHbZRlHatNMXTrKyA9bJ86P9w-u4fvv0cQf7Q_lIjcNqj8aozJgwEAgbFLoEo1ZwyJn5MVDnuYlrHzaKAYN2y3vlde2PKCzI7KV8rsCSHAp3Xtc1g/s400/IMGP5744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399582321755531618" border="0" /></a></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> <div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> <div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Gabby and Cash trick or treating.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizSelasGORVF5wQypGqUA-aGys1jUMw8lws9ocvCtPnml3RjJy-nyEH90zQVcUH8PZLLikj2EjIksad02NQBmqw-JJT79Gn_xpPbc9EPuEqZt0eXNovkKeoBeGfWLlaF3UE9yScOOoNpY/s1600-h/IMGP5745.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizSelasGORVF5wQypGqUA-aGys1jUMw8lws9ocvCtPnml3RjJy-nyEH90zQVcUH8PZLLikj2EjIksad02NQBmqw-JJT79Gn_xpPbc9EPuEqZt0eXNovkKeoBeGfWLlaF3UE9yScOOoNpY/s400/IMGP5745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399582327889870130" border="0" /></a></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Happy Halloween to everyone!</span><br /></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Tashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00677819887916782813noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568172413564055561.post-19395124014748043682009-10-15T08:49:00.000-07:002009-10-15T09:02:00.580-07:00Potty training funnies....Okay, I just have to write this because it is hilarious. So my son has been potty trained for about 6 months (note; still working on the night time stuff). So on Tuesday I took my children to get some shoes at Payless. Well, I always unbuckle Cash first because he is all about doing it himself these days. So by the time I got Gabby unbuckled and out I turned around there was a sight that only happens once, hopefully. My son pulled his pants down and was PEEING! And not just peeing, drawing with his pee on the asphalt. Yes, my friends, my son peed in the parking lot. I freaked a little but not to bad to embarass him. I happened to notice a old couple in the car staring and glaring. Gotta love them old people. So I walked into Payless and the lady working there was cracking up. Due to my embarassment I hurried and got some shoes and left as fast I could. I didn't take the time to get a good laugh from it until, I started the truck. I was crying with laughter. I had to call my family and tell them wonderful news. Yes, my life is so absoulutely crazy but my children are here to remind me that we as adults sweat of the stupidest stuff. Yes, I am a proud mom of a public peeer! I love my children and I hope that I get more oppurtunities like this with them.Tashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00677819887916782813noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568172413564055561.post-82780384811733263712009-10-12T15:10:00.000-07:002009-10-12T15:20:55.268-07:00Crazy and scary few weeks<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvSVGRmGCA0cAaIoJfVFGGdr2v0nCnxpmIyPZFIrtx6kAlm4DgR3gSj6eUbL4IVyPohAK1aQSbQU0N5iiA7WbQHzhAQhDA_WyP1KA5-4rSvET_l8-IkSt9Bgsiqxy45n62hfPUQG36IrM/s1600-h/IMGP5658.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvSVGRmGCA0cAaIoJfVFGGdr2v0nCnxpmIyPZFIrtx6kAlm4DgR3gSj6eUbL4IVyPohAK1aQSbQU0N5iiA7WbQHzhAQhDA_WyP1KA5-4rSvET_l8-IkSt9Bgsiqxy45n62hfPUQG36IrM/s400/IMGP5658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391841745622143762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Talmage, cute as always.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJoRCKkrXTv3Mimx6vPpaoawACnh86qXltbuZ-K0UgGA6nyqZDKGbbLmKjA9hns9VO1Y0bjb303NoLgSZZwY1W4KCi1Unw7hvx3rMZa_kTw5XmhgWO5iNI43cVcEQFNZ91rquAu2TRr2Y/s1600-h/IMGP5651.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJoRCKkrXTv3Mimx6vPpaoawACnh86qXltbuZ-K0UgGA6nyqZDKGbbLmKjA9hns9VO1Y0bjb303NoLgSZZwY1W4KCi1Unw7hvx3rMZa_kTw5XmhgWO5iNI43cVcEQFNZ91rquAu2TRr2Y/s400/IMGP5651.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">This is what my daughter does every morning in 5 minutes!</span><br /></div>Okay, I have not had time to blog because my mother has put us through the ringer these last few weeks (not on purpose). To start off the day after the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Frampton</span> concert my parents flew up to S.L.C. to be with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Kandiss</span> and her family. So that night they took my mother into the emergency room up there because they thought my mom was having a heart attack. It was a long night because we all know how well the emergency room takes their time. I finally got a phone call at 2 am saying my mom had A LOT of gall stones and one was blocking a duct to the pancreas and that was causing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">pancreaitis</span> and it was all swollen and infected. They said it was life threatening due to the condition of my mother (still in the middle of chemo and gastric bypass). So she had to stay at the U hospital for a couple days. She then had her gall bladder out 5 days later. She came home on a Thursday and went back to the hospital again due to the fact she couldn't keep anything down. They said it was due the medicine. So the following week my sister came down with her family to help out with my mom because she was going to have chemo on that Wed. and my dad wouldn't have been around due the marathon. He has to help because he works for the city. So my sister gets her and my mom's doctor told her to wait a week to have chemo since she just had her gall bladder out. So the following day my sister took back to the hospital because my mom was having serious pain in the lower region. Well, they found out that she had a kidney stone. They sent her home and 4 days later she still hadn't passed the stone and so they went to a urologist and he said she needed surgery. So they did the surgery 2 days later. And she seems to be doing better. So as you can see my family has been dealing with a lot.<br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg39wms3jaC6Ph5FB-_U6v3LIOmoLDm2fQu2ijzJzW6Ty-MHxFiiC0ZE2Fx98cbouhA1udIj4yZh_NRv_1jpWLD3mb0XzEjiR9fgQFxIy4YjM8YOA8RgllQmLB5yaHeiyOP1bMg9Ma98BU/s1600-h/IMGP5655.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg39wms3jaC6Ph5FB-_U6v3LIOmoLDm2fQu2ijzJzW6Ty-MHxFiiC0ZE2Fx98cbouhA1udIj4yZh_NRv_1jpWLD3mb0XzEjiR9fgQFxIy4YjM8YOA8RgllQmLB5yaHeiyOP1bMg9Ma98BU/s400/IMGP5655.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Gabby and her favorite food, COTTAGE <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">CHEESE</span>!</span><br /></div>But with all that I managed to catch some pictures of some good times. Cash is getting bigger and he seems to be older in so many ways. Gabby well she is growing like a weed and she is like a weed. SHE IS EVERYWHERE! Man, that little girl is going and learning and going and going and doesn't stop. She is saying a lot and getting into everything. She opens doors and shut off lights and TV and computer. She is a LOT OF WORK! She has so much personality for a little thing.<br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS8QT-XUUE97nPif_pQIhzYnZ9pIT8rxR0SuJlEhft53ucqxoEdSoAe_wUH-OGpKFlOhyDCMqWK5hiYpTx_yEYRPiUTJbmXOMOf3N52XLDC5AACdCv2AM8RrrqHsWGZd0MUhgV4BniJ8g/s1600-h/IMGP5656.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS8QT-XUUE97nPif_pQIhzYnZ9pIT8rxR0SuJlEhft53ucqxoEdSoAe_wUH-OGpKFlOhyDCMqWK5hiYpTx_yEYRPiUTJbmXOMOf3N52XLDC5AACdCv2AM8RrrqHsWGZd0MUhgV4BniJ8g/s400/IMGP5656.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Syd, Cash, and Nat doing pumpkins.</span><br /></div>We are doing okay as a family. Same <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ol</span>', same <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">ol</span>'. Just getting ready for Halloween and all the big holidays. I do have to admit I love this time of year, fall, I mean, not the holidays but just the weather and the spirit it brings.<br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPHmPpBwKrjEPe4p1TIpvIXHJBw6IhZWhZA8kprTp7EC2xA2Dipb7vgHCqD20laH6KopwT6UemQUZeXxWIBVzzwPBeCKXmRcZWI1onLcF1fpiWV76Hb8RaXMeQvB7XQQhQyaUJALSSJCE/s1600-h/IMGP5657.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPHmPpBwKrjEPe4p1TIpvIXHJBw6IhZWhZA8kprTp7EC2xA2Dipb7vgHCqD20laH6KopwT6UemQUZeXxWIBVzzwPBeCKXmRcZWI1onLcF1fpiWV76Hb8RaXMeQvB7XQQhQyaUJALSSJCE/s400/IMGP5657.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Cash pouting, a new thing.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Tashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00677819887916782813noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568172413564055561.post-3558365471449374232009-09-24T13:17:00.000-07:002009-09-24T13:41:54.029-07:00"Do You...Do....You Feel Like I Do?"<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnpj4YFYbrBqp8ynQhyphenhyphen_yf8BVJMkMiyPKPAayecTh__UjlK1KDXmoNN_Pj5vy-uTJcgbdpxRnn6VwLR7no1MWNvcXeZi7MNusrEUGjhQsRMI6bJZ7oWimGFfLxLmBQZ6Z5nx5ms3PEjnc/s1600-h/IMGP5613.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnpj4YFYbrBqp8ynQhyphenhyphen_yf8BVJMkMiyPKPAayecTh__UjlK1KDXmoNN_Pj5vy-uTJcgbdpxRnn6VwLR7no1MWNvcXeZi7MNusrEUGjhQsRMI6bJZ7oWimGFfLxLmBQZ6Z5nx5ms3PEjnc/s400/IMGP5613.JPG" border="0" /></a></div> </div><br />Ben and I had the opportunity to go see Peter Frampton last Wendsday at Tuachan. We love going to see older bands. We think they put on better concerts. I really was not big fan of Frampton. But after that concert I love him. He can rock on all his guitars. It was crazy how old he is and still can jam. That is why I like to go see older stuff because it is not all glam and lights. Just some lights and some serious jamming. It was cool to only drive 2 minutes to go see them. And it was a nice, cool evening. It makes me really appreciate my parents and them liking the music they do. I think the older generation has better music with more meaning then now a day stuff. It was an awesome concert.<br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxYKEim-Ds_tiEIsLEI9luVBfZhANBg4AjZhGa-h6mdfnyFDVhOFOW5UQrNEPuS-NavrmMZszN-zaFFar9XFOmZzZJH77_9TykPFR4lqTSR5OXNEHT2mwZx3ayfLyvRwd6XyP9Bj0DIU0/s1600-h/IMGP5614.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxYKEim-Ds_tiEIsLEI9luVBfZhANBg4AjZhGa-h6mdfnyFDVhOFOW5UQrNEPuS-NavrmMZszN-zaFFar9XFOmZzZJH77_9TykPFR4lqTSR5OXNEHT2mwZx3ayfLyvRwd6XyP9Bj0DIU0/s400/IMGP5614.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Uncle Dan Syphus and Kim @ Frampton</span><br /></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibsimmZw4pXKp9Sski72Ko4K7fphEFA7jw79Igyl6LoHKdh1eAPIsYqaquG-G2HBgh8vF46qk5oQmwBPInFlGY4JinxNGYdZ5COd7OAxfsAureLeZycpqy1AgnVVR9CYMpO70JT3IAHwE/s1600-h/IMGP5615.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibsimmZw4pXKp9Sski72Ko4K7fphEFA7jw79Igyl6LoHKdh1eAPIsYqaquG-G2HBgh8vF46qk5oQmwBPInFlGY4JinxNGYdZ5COd7OAxfsAureLeZycpqy1AgnVVR9CYMpO70JT3IAHwE/s400/IMGP5615.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">One of the younger couples at the concert and Frampton jamming away.</span><br /></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZICW46Pe6enbQJ4uRf7gi1WYoo8ZExYt7iykoYmXrh3hwHaU2Sejh7xB3x6e2GGMcHeEt30Qfc183CgseFZaQad3QmHIKTtB8tjCu1n8J84KksjuMJAhuhG87w_7FBnxLe2jkZkZHnLQ/s1600-h/IMGP5635.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZICW46Pe6enbQJ4uRf7gi1WYoo8ZExYt7iykoYmXrh3hwHaU2Sejh7xB3x6e2GGMcHeEt30Qfc183CgseFZaQad3QmHIKTtB8tjCu1n8J84KksjuMJAhuhG87w_7FBnxLe2jkZkZHnLQ/s400/IMGP5635.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;">Not a whole lot has been going on except the kids are getting big and so much older. Gabby is saying a whole lot more and is a big ball of attitude. Gabby has found her favorite pair of shoes. They are a lime bright green penny loafer shoe. She always wants them on. Cash is still loving Thomas the train but he has a new love for Monster Trucks. Him and Ben watch it on the computer every night.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpi0EFl00r2jtrlBKnw8SIQ1Oyz0tjYymP9Yz3ZQBGwumrJ8kk1LKHKewItM_JUQ95xbeVaq02laq_Paxcv_YrCG73NfR2EQ24CjEGmvKfirrGcqB1frtS96y-1zCMO9KrFJDX1Eo8mc0/s1600-h/IMGP5646.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpi0EFl00r2jtrlBKnw8SIQ1Oyz0tjYymP9Yz3ZQBGwumrJ8kk1LKHKewItM_JUQ95xbeVaq02laq_Paxcv_YrCG73NfR2EQ24CjEGmvKfirrGcqB1frtS96y-1zCMO9KrFJDX1Eo8mc0/s400/IMGP5646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385136132804435458" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Kids always want a ride when daddy gets home!<br /></span></div><br />My mom had to have her gall bladder out on Tuesday in S.L.C. It was kind of nerve racking not being there. But all is good and she is back home sore and kind of sick. She only has two more treatments to go and one is next week. So we are on the down part of this sucky slope.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_iGIeS2KdLuOa0ilwdw0IuPoYWTdobw9aHbjbfIb3kPGLx8VxqmyXKpKLdpVO8EIC3keVZm_kKk1uqZ9l8nwgIvQrnxTngNKnNHyyarVREJjQMbhkqAKYJKOqr0wAY1sDvUb53IMPTjg/s1600-h/IMGP5647.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_iGIeS2KdLuOa0ilwdw0IuPoYWTdobw9aHbjbfIb3kPGLx8VxqmyXKpKLdpVO8EIC3keVZm_kKk1uqZ9l8nwgIvQrnxTngNKnNHyyarVREJjQMbhkqAKYJKOqr0wAY1sDvUb53IMPTjg/s400/IMGP5647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385136121045366258" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Gabby and her green shoes running away so she doesn't have to got to bed!</span><br /></div><br /></div></div>Tashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00677819887916782813noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568172413564055561.post-19101702971980562872009-09-16T07:50:00.000-07:002009-09-16T08:29:40.602-07:00Gand Canyon Camping<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyZBY-MMcBMifdgWRERNIDM-zY89pn0KaBrcASQxA6QW_VCDcezqYf_uCmHTpNKnHNg_x8m8fgYqY1DiSc9axF55dDezDOd64BcrcZs2yN3CXGsMfr3CcIv7_R6W2ACIRjOCtRr7C3OnI/s1600-h/IMGP5596.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyZBY-MMcBMifdgWRERNIDM-zY89pn0KaBrcASQxA6QW_VCDcezqYf_uCmHTpNKnHNg_x8m8fgYqY1DiSc9axF55dDezDOd64BcrcZs2yN3CXGsMfr3CcIv7_R6W2ACIRjOCtRr7C3OnI/s400/IMGP5596.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div> </div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> <div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> <div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> </div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Let it snow stuffing!<br /><br /></span></div>Let me start off of what we have been up to the last few weeks. Ben and I have been helping my mother clean storage units and the RV part of the storage units out. It was a 3 day job and lots of brush and weeds to clean out. It was an opportunity for Ben and I to spend time together, since we don't do it much. Even though, it was hard work it was fun. When we leave our house we shut our dogs in the laundry room and they still have access to the house and that is where their doggy door is. Well, we came home one day to find this mess. It looked like snow had fallen in our laundry room. I remembered why we don't have a dog bed because this is what happens. Gotta love dogs and their ways.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEyGrDRQoF6UYIT2RFvQGyY64AcS9R9TSHwaOiPAyRKPBp4JMa090bDqR_-BEVN78aOf8IT8BBrvPzOT-dsB2W3gzbxNt_q_6By9LaAz4iPcdKGtbcIQ8eoWMEm4Xm6Z6NjjXImG429jQ/s1600-h/Camping+trip+to+the+Grand+Canyon+%2839%29.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEyGrDRQoF6UYIT2RFvQGyY64AcS9R9TSHwaOiPAyRKPBp4JMa090bDqR_-BEVN78aOf8IT8BBrvPzOT-dsB2W3gzbxNt_q_6By9LaAz4iPcdKGtbcIQ8eoWMEm4Xm6Z6NjjXImG429jQ/s400/Camping+trip+to+the+Grand+Canyon+%2839%29.jpg" border="0" /></a></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">North <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Timp</span> Point, Grand Canyon view. Awesome!</span><br /></div><br />We also had finally gone camping. It has been exactly two years since we have gone. We went with Ben's family to the Grand Canyon on the North Rim on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Kiabab</span> Plateau. It is called the North <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Timp</span> Point. And it is a wonderful site. It is so beautiful where we camp. We camp a couple hundred yards from the the edge. So every night we watch the sun go down.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg8Y7rayNTDYvOccPIdQN_r-7lZQbNlOw6cylCOS7IWbosxDy3RDp7voep0vOpd80PYtFK-IdF7ag9ovkZKt46uUK_FejCP2gEcyQ5f9X3TxZ9o949cg3qh_q1_Gzl28KbX6_DNSEExzo/s1600-h/Camping+trip+to+the+Grand+Canyon+%2835%29.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg8Y7rayNTDYvOccPIdQN_r-7lZQbNlOw6cylCOS7IWbosxDy3RDp7voep0vOpd80PYtFK-IdF7ag9ovkZKt46uUK_FejCP2gEcyQ5f9X3TxZ9o949cg3qh_q1_Gzl28KbX6_DNSEExzo/s400/Camping+trip+to+the+Grand+Canyon+%2835%29.jpg" border="0" /></a></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Sunset at North <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Timp</span> Point.</span><br /></div><br />We had an awesome time. Laughed, played, and watch the kids get so dirty. Gabby was the dirtiest of them all. She was hilarious but very irritating. As soon as you wiped her clean she was dirty. We got to the point to stop trying to clean her but it always got in her eyes. Then she got mad so we wiped her down again. We had to bath her every night. It was caked in her hair and had to comb it out a couple of times.<br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> <div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAPGJiVWcnQVFCbtpVjTaR3AWpxC3alilnWpnwiYmABRshPrS622DHe0ja2NdvW6NEjFHPbVF23p9CAPxuKMRPRqbzSYiofbVYYod5xAz_3xx_H0mV1QKMayvHwxk-TOU1hHC0QNP3zJk/s1600-h/IMGP5597.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAPGJiVWcnQVFCbtpVjTaR3AWpxC3alilnWpnwiYmABRshPrS622DHe0ja2NdvW6NEjFHPbVF23p9CAPxuKMRPRqbzSYiofbVYYod5xAz_3xx_H0mV1QKMayvHwxk-TOU1hHC0QNP3zJk/s400/IMGP5597.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Daddy and dirty Gabby! She looked like that all day long every day!</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU3xRLRl7VZ33x0Qs1_vMwQr7MtfRUE7ZmHoWL6lqT-mxofCfdBvhDbvqL2rdzF5hnWk3Cgzb5HEOInX04gII4jreJWODXvP4iGxaAL0KDx6ssXjCMry3CxTvv4yWMalqVy5s1DiVxVn4/s1600-h/IMGP5603.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU3xRLRl7VZ33x0Qs1_vMwQr7MtfRUE7ZmHoWL6lqT-mxofCfdBvhDbvqL2rdzF5hnWk3Cgzb5HEOInX04gII4jreJWODXvP4iGxaAL0KDx6ssXjCMry3CxTvv4yWMalqVy5s1DiVxVn4/s400/IMGP5603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382084777223500210" border="0" /></a></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:78%;">Gabby bathing and oh, so tired!</span><br /><br /></div>Cash had a good time playing with cousins. He and Gabby loved to ride the 4-wheelers. Every time someone would start one, they would go running. When you got going a little fast, Cash would say, "Slow down." It was a good time.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTzdMTeNneWPqYUaRqlLYGuowTdlO9M86EB_QWmYBhpIEKYxLN0FXt7c8RfQp-FOa363JqSsPTVm7oZc6L-32nVD6UONUar_JhHIyGpu9kSUDjC_n_8k4Q75EDuXGiyZ2vSSPjEU_ui7g/s1600-h/IMGP5599.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTzdMTeNneWPqYUaRqlLYGuowTdlO9M86EB_QWmYBhpIEKYxLN0FXt7c8RfQp-FOa363JqSsPTVm7oZc6L-32nVD6UONUar_JhHIyGpu9kSUDjC_n_8k4Q75EDuXGiyZ2vSSPjEU_ui7g/s400/IMGP5599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382084762132267698" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Cash and all the cousins watching the sun set.</span><br /></div><br />On Saturday all the guys went fishing at Lees Fiery. They said fly fishing was awesome. That same day my parents drove up and surprised me. They got a room at the lodge at Jacob's Lake. They spent a couple hours with the kids and I. My parents never had known how pretty it really is.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjzTIfibKxAKsJ8OIb8Nk2FLwEIUYjGNjkU3mXMRg9CGCJsxGAdjrSCxh1oMqnxxWGcejb6UTphSElsdLgh16y4q8PVsrosa06cKKSuQSEregHakluATV-4ciRx2VLwrrPhRVjqiunLRo/s1600-h/IMGP5600.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjzTIfibKxAKsJ8OIb8Nk2FLwEIUYjGNjkU3mXMRg9CGCJsxGAdjrSCxh1oMqnxxWGcejb6UTphSElsdLgh16y4q8PVsrosa06cKKSuQSEregHakluATV-4ciRx2VLwrrPhRVjqiunLRo/s400/IMGP5600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382084766162609986" border="0" /></a><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Clean Gabby and daddy at sunset on the point. </span><br /></div><br />All in all it was good trip. I must say though with no running water and no toilets for 4 days is way rough. Fun but that was my max. The dogs also had a good time. But on the way home Ben and I found out that their harnesses had dug into their skin and got infected and rank. It was from all the dirt and kids pulling on them. We felt so bad but they have fully recovered and we are all trying to recover, especially me. I can't get enough sleep.<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> I do recommend going there. It is so pretty and the temperatur is cool. Nothing like the south rim. I want to say thank you to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Syphus</span> family for being who they are and enjoying the outdoors as much as they do. They really know how to camp. We never go anywhere near campgrounds. They really teach you how to camp. Truck everything in and out! They truly are a awesome bunch. And the good times they bring to my life. Even though I don't see eye to eye all the time with them. I truly love them and have so much fun with them. I can be me with them and not have to worry. Thank you, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Syphus's</span> and I love you so very much!<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div></div>Tashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00677819887916782813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568172413564055561.post-35387257749268806032009-09-01T15:12:00.000-07:002009-09-01T15:27:34.584-07:00Papa turns 54 and every day comics!<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSa_iqjri9ea33neOG93GwFLaKJPbf1aYJGEPAAie3H4T-4c-N0WPHsnu7XFPlk35p3R6ZL0E3lK9ihQ_LC1wZnoj6zw_PYvxyxU_CXMYO-daj5q-Rp3w_tEryHxGkfKr6Uiz7BuC7JME/s1600-h/IMGP5577.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSa_iqjri9ea33neOG93GwFLaKJPbf1aYJGEPAAie3H4T-4c-N0WPHsnu7XFPlk35p3R6ZL0E3lK9ihQ_LC1wZnoj6zw_PYvxyxU_CXMYO-daj5q-Rp3w_tEryHxGkfKr6Uiz7BuC7JME/s400/IMGP5577.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Cash and his infamous backpack.</span><br /></div><br />I want to start out with the every day comics and why I call them that. So we were driving over to clean storage units out for my mom and Ben turned around and saw Cash hiding behind his backpack. He laughed and said "We should document all these little things because we won't remember them". So what was funny about Cash and the backpack is this, he packs his pack every time we leave with his trains and Monster trucks. He holds them on his lap and hids behind it as we drive. But at every light he will yell, "Stop! Red means stop!" or "Go! Go Now!" when the light is green. It is funny. Cause you don't see him till he says it.<br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiEUZyFlSaKwjSON8JKxD9KMIFxaJj9ABx5VQ9Vsc2t0lp4tFlcPQ4QyAipPfpsY3OT9kkifqGpYbeSomFqEB3GVA5zfcQ6-A36TIizAaWsUi-KYUiOzLGBxz9skhGHeSP60a-gtc65Hk/s1600-h/IMGP5595.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiEUZyFlSaKwjSON8JKxD9KMIFxaJj9ABx5VQ9Vsc2t0lp4tFlcPQ4QyAipPfpsY3OT9kkifqGpYbeSomFqEB3GVA5zfcQ6-A36TIizAaWsUi-KYUiOzLGBxz9skhGHeSP60a-gtc65Hk/s400/IMGP5595.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Gabby being Godzilla to Cash's trains!</span><br /></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> He also loves his choochoo's. He takes them every where he goes and pulls them out and lines them up. Even at bed. It is nuts.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtpLTD-ZS69J7m1NJVfHQ7_eKXE4-4nDXA9d7C4yI18fDGoUA1kyfvcWxCr-U2-K7fkG15b7Ix-cHGKvyp_6kiFOVrUkblj32ocEmhcSwWcUFrhtV89c-W4jBKPWF3pYh-ymBAFotepe0/s1600-h/IMGP5584.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtpLTD-ZS69J7m1NJVfHQ7_eKXE4-4nDXA9d7C4yI18fDGoUA1kyfvcWxCr-U2-K7fkG15b7Ix-cHGKvyp_6kiFOVrUkblj32ocEmhcSwWcUFrhtV89c-W4jBKPWF3pYh-ymBAFotepe0/s400/IMGP5584.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Gabby being so grown up and the load shoes!</span><br /></div><br />Gabby is getting so big and is absolutely the most crazy little one I know. She keeps me on my feet. I took this picture of Gabby climbing on our new coffee table and tapping her feet because the shoes our platforms and make loud noises. She thought she was the coolest kid ever. When we got to my mom's she was doing it through out my mom's house because it is all wood floor.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4yhMGANoClefLEdPr95k731THZZKiyq6vHtAwI86uPinQrZt8a4tCOkuupPM0qFURfYYmT67qUlWgPIBAflk-ThGiG0jEV9VSu9zGiiHYOJwCyeOBFyu-HOKsJ2POPh2HERdJJNxvDhg/s1600-h/IMGP5585.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4yhMGANoClefLEdPr95k731THZZKiyq6vHtAwI86uPinQrZt8a4tCOkuupPM0qFURfYYmT67qUlWgPIBAflk-ThGiG0jEV9VSu9zGiiHYOJwCyeOBFyu-HOKsJ2POPh2HERdJJNxvDhg/s400/IMGP5585.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Gabby loving the grandma jammies!</span><br /></div><br />I also caught a picture of her in Cash's old jammies. My grandma made them for him. I didn't think she would fit in them but she did and she was just beaming in them. I just picked her up and hugged and kissed her as I began to sob. It just shows your kids don't stay small forever. I love my babies. I am lame and don't have much going so I talk a lot about them. But they are my life and they are what I do all day long.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcaLmvbviEgTHx15nXMgR_P-7zZbCtoztKwX1Hvf328SVJj-zqX4KwxV8zETxs7cvu46_D-wYEfnUKkqJJI_zHhJhla3cY_1x5MTbmsylqZDi7tOYWTREUGx-LNJSalILP98r-rM3n4i4/s1600-h/IMGP5593.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcaLmvbviEgTHx15nXMgR_P-7zZbCtoztKwX1Hvf328SVJj-zqX4KwxV8zETxs7cvu46_D-wYEfnUKkqJJI_zHhJhla3cY_1x5MTbmsylqZDi7tOYWTREUGx-LNJSalILP98r-rM3n4i4/s400/IMGP5593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376628449569896146" border="0" /></a><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Nanna, Papa, Cash, and Gabby. Cash wanting to blow the candles out.</span><br /></div><br />On another note. We got the chance to celebrate my dad's 54th. I love my dad with all my heart. We got to be with him and sing to him, even though he didn't want to. I want him to know that I am very grateful for him and the fact he is my dad. I wouldn't want another person on this earth to be my dad. He is my hero and even though he is a nut job, he still makes me smile. I love to be with him. So, dad I love you, and I know my babies adore you. Thank you for everything and I hope it was an okay 54th.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjchHSCzR71_PlOhyT8YshW33EWfmZmfhOpdf4Dil40x1qSDjgbF39NTonJi1iPsaAfs92nZLORVY7fGlpO4-IkO_XqnZNZety2aZ16HkCFEtnLG5ZXCvoMixVvK7CC6x1JDlXRfPowPLA/s1600-h/IMGP5592.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjchHSCzR71_PlOhyT8YshW33EWfmZmfhOpdf4Dil40x1qSDjgbF39NTonJi1iPsaAfs92nZLORVY7fGlpO4-IkO_XqnZNZety2aZ16HkCFEtnLG5ZXCvoMixVvK7CC6x1JDlXRfPowPLA/s400/IMGP5592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376628441313575346" border="0" /></a><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Papa, Gabby, Whit, Ben, Cash, and me celebrating 54 years of life.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Tashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00677819887916782813noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568172413564055561.post-8442660389214551142009-08-17T19:12:00.000-07:002009-08-17T19:41:49.939-07:00Extremeists and much more...<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYtWavQ9dP5aB3hEIMiLnr5b9Vj10w0Mk22DiXTBOoJUc_yoxjPknacjvRgjQyWsD7Aa3yUeBIjDYAhQcipXfqVPF59TSCTNhLWNxZsIolcITU9AcpSDrr-ECeIvdw8iI0EOqCB0mAM34/s1600-h/IMGP5528.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYtWavQ9dP5aB3hEIMiLnr5b9Vj10w0Mk22DiXTBOoJUc_yoxjPknacjvRgjQyWsD7Aa3yUeBIjDYAhQcipXfqVPF59TSCTNhLWNxZsIolcITU9AcpSDrr-ECeIvdw8iI0EOqCB0mAM34/s400/IMGP5528.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Mom, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Talmage</span> and myself <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">chillin</span>' with the new <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">do's</span>!</span><br /><br />The last couple weeks have been good ones. As you can see, my mother and I did real extreme things to ourselves. My mom is surfer yellow and mine, well, it is gone. Yes, people I cut it off! I love it. 5 minutes is all it takes for me to do it. So thank you, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Kandiss</span>. I am glad you didn't tell me no. I think my mom and I did it due the stress that is in our life's. She decided that she was going go to go out with a bang before she is bald. I like it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnnn5qJWl59ANzGsSH1mnJCjLfRWLwJumX2-P-JMYtOui92vOy53QjGTCpMyIRRTvxEaW9CxqFQbte539CIBm23y0Nd0xXyzqQDor9IgJpD4hrAdW5MPNgQrmNgXc-jUqiZnctdwA5Fks/s1600-h/IMGP5505.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnnn5qJWl59ANzGsSH1mnJCjLfRWLwJumX2-P-JMYtOui92vOy53QjGTCpMyIRRTvxEaW9CxqFQbte539CIBm23y0Nd0xXyzqQDor9IgJpD4hrAdW5MPNgQrmNgXc-jUqiZnctdwA5Fks/s400/IMGP5505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371124560730268514" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Gabby trying to get away from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Talmage</span>! Funny girl.<br /><br /></span>Besides all that we had my sister and her 3 kids here for a week. I finally got to hold my cute nephew, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Talmage</span>. He is such a good baby. The only thing we did was swim and go to Grandma Greats. Not all that exciting but it was so nice to have my sister here.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBK2tq_PRrhhgJ6gfpiin6HRg8FCt3IRZ4b3OYYjQPNdgi5NQyglpX_C1N414NQtFOtIl-yMtEBSytYBxOTjTXUJe0tiNK-EGivALAn7-4VPU3NDGMLbKF1cAKFXRBdnZFsKryynYSoMU/s1600-h/IMGP5526.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBK2tq_PRrhhgJ6gfpiin6HRg8FCt3IRZ4b3OYYjQPNdgi5NQyglpX_C1N414NQtFOtIl-yMtEBSytYBxOTjTXUJe0tiNK-EGivALAn7-4VPU3NDGMLbKF1cAKFXRBdnZFsKryynYSoMU/s400/IMGP5526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371124569750817442" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Papa napping with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Talmage</span>.</span><br /><br />We also got to go to Pirate Island Pizza again. Cash loves it except when the lighting and thunder go off. He doesn't like it to much. We also got to go to Town Square and my daughter was so fun to watch. She loves the water as much as Cash does. When we went swimming <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Kandiss</span> put wings on Gabby and she floated. They were huge on her but she did it. Cash was crazy in the water. He thinks he can swim without muscles. Even though he did learn some things in swim lessons he didn't learn to float.<br /><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitqEGhXT2hdKjobThFogqVwAX-Z-wjR-TcYPHJkS9SStIoxHcF95SB0XoNY2gwokSqcXYbSJHUtWDR8BLzSuibGSWYCBw6mQbJbTNyFi7kSs9znOqONgPLF1ltIj5B4V3G5XvA_AFIOow/s1600-h/IMGP5523.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitqEGhXT2hdKjobThFogqVwAX-Z-wjR-TcYPHJkS9SStIoxHcF95SB0XoNY2gwokSqcXYbSJHUtWDR8BLzSuibGSWYCBw6mQbJbTNyFi7kSs9znOqONgPLF1ltIj5B4V3G5XvA_AFIOow/s400/IMGP5523.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><span style="font-size:78%;">Cash cooling himself off in the Town Square river.<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_eEcnP-3HUQbq-5AvwAaVQo2azN_FyLIuxy4MQdRzeQigjZy4dcGtOfwrTBlrgnSYKWpDZtr5HNQQoVU1o99TcE5IfjZN4yvEIZjTFrvKgmf3rcaVcRCSJ5NlyJe4Nl90o6pvV_hgX9U/s1600-h/IMGP5520.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_eEcnP-3HUQbq-5AvwAaVQo2azN_FyLIuxy4MQdRzeQigjZy4dcGtOfwrTBlrgnSYKWpDZtr5HNQQoVU1o99TcE5IfjZN4yvEIZjTFrvKgmf3rcaVcRCSJ5NlyJe4Nl90o6pvV_hgX9U/s400/IMGP5520.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><span style="font-size:78%;">What a stud, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Cashman</span>!</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><br /></span><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFJKBVDARVHfaQ79GVtkl3McOOeb3vD8Lt60pUzkDLY5W2i2NX4xYcm8kaPyDQpkindmS_BFgtwe1BpXPmdQXTrk_3BAsO8-Rq4qvbXUvNXUa5kvKlB4Vr5bwB8T2tlEA3RV15CWrFNi8/s1600-h/IMGP5514.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFJKBVDARVHfaQ79GVtkl3McOOeb3vD8Lt60pUzkDLY5W2i2NX4xYcm8kaPyDQpkindmS_BFgtwe1BpXPmdQXTrk_3BAsO8-Rq4qvbXUvNXUa5kvKlB4Vr5bwB8T2tlEA3RV15CWrFNi8/s400/IMGP5514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371124576443721170" border="0" /></a><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> <div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Gabby digging the water.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">It was really nice because my family had a moment before my mom starts chemo on Wednesday. I love that we were all together. I love my family and the time we spend together. It is very hard to have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Kandiss</span> and her kids so far away. I am very grateful to them and the support they offer me. I am having a very hard time with all the stuff going on.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb4bHpc4zLPx7W4buRTKX9HMabVG_gZlG5Qo6lIqaQPQKjXsSWfwgA46qpNADbWP-bHLVSfWGMDEvRYIghU3WT-iSrNhBb9ZJq0t3Qr-jTufu4ZNZt46pTaKVyWiKvEQTylHEF8Nso68g/s1600-h/IMGP5524.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb4bHpc4zLPx7W4buRTKX9HMabVG_gZlG5Qo6lIqaQPQKjXsSWfwgA46qpNADbWP-bHLVSfWGMDEvRYIghU3WT-iSrNhBb9ZJq0t3Qr-jTufu4ZNZt46pTaKVyWiKvEQTylHEF8Nso68g/s400/IMGP5524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371124585557766402" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">CharChar</span> and her poor leg.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> <div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> </div> <div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> It has been really rough the last couple years. I hope that we will be able to catch a break after my mom's treatments. But who knows? Only time will tell. I love my two beautiful children. They give me so much happiness and joy. Even though it is hard and my daughter is a Crazy woman and keeps me on my toes all the time. I wouldn't give them up for anything. They are my reminder that goodness and happiness come in very small packages. (Oh yeah, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">CharChar</span> and her poor leg. She chewed off the cast at 5 weeks and they put a splint on that was suppose to be on for 7-10 days. It lasted for 5. Her leg is double the size as her other and she has sores from the cast. She is doing okay but a slow recovery.)<br /><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> </div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Z3n4E7PpNOeeuZ7srSgRL7ppI0co5Xl1WfjqUyI4avaPAfneff-9otkbMi6U6mv039D32ilJsJmOoCSl_1F_vjZrdf4WtqeE-9hjusC1zKZLace9sa33vCkFF9lDSocw9m3vYqltFsE/s1600-h/IMGP5517.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Z3n4E7PpNOeeuZ7srSgRL7ppI0co5Xl1WfjqUyI4avaPAfneff-9otkbMi6U6mv039D32ilJsJmOoCSl_1F_vjZrdf4WtqeE-9hjusC1zKZLace9sa33vCkFF9lDSocw9m3vYqltFsE/s400/IMGP5517.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div> <span style="font-size:78%;">Gabby giving mommy kisses as we play in the water.<br /></span></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Tashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00677819887916782813noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568172413564055561.post-91799156571948008432009-08-07T19:01:00.000-07:002009-08-07T19:45:56.527-07:00Cash is 3!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAqqchB_YhC4YURNBkB1hYR24__mGJMr2bJpYEY9giIBDO8vFXse9xoRg-fjPjnpld6w8GmlvH3liQqYzcosn9YCnU4tdcS7hk8U00UM8n49VoB2ldx9-Sy4CGu4S0u2pb0UedGCCfoKc/s1600-h/Cash.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAqqchB_YhC4YURNBkB1hYR24__mGJMr2bJpYEY9giIBDO8vFXse9xoRg-fjPjnpld6w8GmlvH3liQqYzcosn9YCnU4tdcS7hk8U00UM8n49VoB2ldx9-Sy4CGu4S0u2pb0UedGCCfoKc/s400/Cash.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367413348841022578" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Cash, the day he was born!</span><br /></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">I am so sad and glad at the same time. My baby boy is now 3! He has grown up so much. He was born on the 3rd of August at 4:20 am. He was 8 lbs. 3oz. He spent he first 3 days of life in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">NICU</span>. And he was know as the "DUH" boy for the face he always pulled. He now has become a boy with a huge smile and a gentle heart. He is a boy with NO FEAR of anything. I have had the joy of carrying him for 9 months and he has warmed my heart for the last 3 years. I know that he will continue to do it for many more years to come.</div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzfIeE_bWHWq3EZTISvXLtcdy4Bf93LcgvSL25Fhepa_aHbyHxjtt4psRFFByf1NswRgF6EcAWTIaaw_5CafEreCQYOo-pJVgbYYC8rmOFptPGi8Jg6lGclnHuGUO_cOw1RfmOW0WZi_E/s1600-h/IMGP5480.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzfIeE_bWHWq3EZTISvXLtcdy4Bf93LcgvSL25Fhepa_aHbyHxjtt4psRFFByf1NswRgF6EcAWTIaaw_5CafEreCQYOo-pJVgbYYC8rmOFptPGi8Jg6lGclnHuGUO_cOw1RfmOW0WZi_E/s400/IMGP5480.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div> <div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Cash loving his sister, Gabby, at Pirate Island Pizza. 3 years old!</span><br /></div><br />We had the chance to celebrate his birthday twice. Once with Ben's family and the other with mine. We went to Ben's parents house on Saturday and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">bbq</span> hot dogs and hamburgers. It was a good time to have everyone there. Cash got so many presents. I thank everyone who got him something. It has been a really awesome week because he hasn't gotten bored with all the new toys.<br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> <div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxOSEJUrMP7SPhXK5UFH5U3ckuw_yUnaTR2X5i4G41j4xPhtjCb3nXjeG7HLSmM9ecguUQEQAs1F2tHFsp7Oaqu7I_FMxNr6k342Ar9rEmy5Du53ZgWxJ1NTSijTpSBSSHLo0UlM4KbXo/s1600-h/IMGP5475.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxOSEJUrMP7SPhXK5UFH5U3ckuw_yUnaTR2X5i4G41j4xPhtjCb3nXjeG7HLSmM9ecguUQEQAs1F2tHFsp7Oaqu7I_FMxNr6k342Ar9rEmy5Du53ZgWxJ1NTSijTpSBSSHLo0UlM4KbXo/s400/IMGP5475.JPG" border="0" /></a><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> <div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> <div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> <div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Daddy and Cash with his cake at Grandma Wendy's.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhadQbVbUPRwaTvo5nRxYS6rxfA5RD33L9Im8vLEtV4zBCOG15ySc9_5oiV_MVznXxpT7OwBHW3szKsqwkMi8guXUwdXoHEr-sJaJPGAFLGWjRjyh427Tc5s8N1CBdI1tD-pkLFufc2LMY/s1600-h/IMGP5477.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhadQbVbUPRwaTvo5nRxYS6rxfA5RD33L9Im8vLEtV4zBCOG15ySc9_5oiV_MVznXxpT7OwBHW3szKsqwkMi8guXUwdXoHEr-sJaJPGAFLGWjRjyh427Tc5s8N1CBdI1tD-pkLFufc2LMY/s400/IMGP5477.JPG" border="0" /></a></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> <div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> <div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Gabby <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">munchin</span>' on cake at Grandma Wendy's.</span><br /></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> On Tuesday, we went to Pirate Island Pizza with my family. He loved it. He went nuts! We played all the games and he loved the car racing game. Gabby tried to climb up the skeeter ball game. Crazy girl. He got lots of "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">CHOO</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">CHOOS</span>" from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Nanna</span> and Papa. We had a good time.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">The other day I went through pictures of him and cried. He has grown up so fast.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVeb06pt4hEGsmPQl1GJhgnWY7M8oSvRlVRu_cRZq1jimz2eL7TddZ0Dn4_CksbWFTUFMOachvq6cXZYEf01TX2VhLbaxZ2GzINNthAEEwXUZB_eVti0GZg81S8DxPsiyIb-WUvVToKSE/s1600-h/IMGP5486.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVeb06pt4hEGsmPQl1GJhgnWY7M8oSvRlVRu_cRZq1jimz2eL7TddZ0Dn4_CksbWFTUFMOachvq6cXZYEf01TX2VhLbaxZ2GzINNthAEEwXUZB_eVti0GZg81S8DxPsiyIb-WUvVToKSE/s400/IMGP5486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367413357752295106" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Daddy and Cash racing cars.<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ4A43ceRXMUK3NiPBhui9uf1FTiBFJ4ukkIExvRRnAP9J8YlaM_FUhssSMjCt2LN9UrOEUuy-qC15H11Es5tUtfxm5i0YoGV9gp7XF9iw9AiCpQ5mmtGPTMbuXaLmybkPh6LR4QFj0zk/s1600-h/IMGP5484.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ4A43ceRXMUK3NiPBhui9uf1FTiBFJ4ukkIExvRRnAP9J8YlaM_FUhssSMjCt2LN9UrOEUuy-qC15H11Es5tUtfxm5i0YoGV9gp7XF9iw9AiCpQ5mmtGPTMbuXaLmybkPh6LR4QFj0zk/s400/IMGP5484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367413363084177666" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;">Gabby sliding because she is scared.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqfhRhCTfpfyuEGHADzeyHNgzxXmGGXAZy4uBnjP2C2QN9WfX5MtWPaWvoe-w-UQFI6HrPpya2WWZsm9jgCHdzlEXlj8Vr5rAAYao4dZCezc_iG_KuCr_Z8h7p49cp00gevAowdu9M5AI/s1600-h/IMGP5491.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqfhRhCTfpfyuEGHADzeyHNgzxXmGGXAZy4uBnjP2C2QN9WfX5MtWPaWvoe-w-UQFI6HrPpya2WWZsm9jgCHdzlEXlj8Vr5rAAYao4dZCezc_iG_KuCr_Z8h7p49cp00gevAowdu9M5AI/s400/IMGP5491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367413373117884514" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Daddy, Cash, mommy, and Gabby racing cars!<br /><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgas_6zJ3aDfrRl6ierjdEvXoFefKaf34igHm7HO1tzjRyxd6MLP23KRxzBOeUYKOyBw1S5_vos5ujcNnGxTkqW9MSVXd_z8NZMUjxUbt2EH6HqHjAIFpJfSlrZwTV2v3D4fR3i0StGc4k/s1600-h/IMGP5489.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgas_6zJ3aDfrRl6ierjdEvXoFefKaf34igHm7HO1tzjRyxd6MLP23KRxzBOeUYKOyBw1S5_vos5ujcNnGxTkqW9MSVXd_z8NZMUjxUbt2EH6HqHjAIFpJfSlrZwTV2v3D4fR3i0StGc4k/s400/IMGP5489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367413367613133122" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Gabby and mommy playing on the ship.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf472xO_-T5FTFTwM_5BdBTgqLqHFeldT608l154tbl8NKX2EPkwvUGQkQKGvTej6oiT3QFW2p-FD8m1rCuauBWY_JsSTyQ0cDuFCmfSavr6OREfQp8fVNPLOjFP1akTj7Eht0hyjoPPE/s1600-h/IMGP5494.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf472xO_-T5FTFTwM_5BdBTgqLqHFeldT608l154tbl8NKX2EPkwvUGQkQKGvTej6oiT3QFW2p-FD8m1rCuauBWY_JsSTyQ0cDuFCmfSavr6OREfQp8fVNPLOjFP1akTj7Eht0hyjoPPE/s400/IMGP5494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367415530866612514" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Cash laying a wet one on mommy and Whitney filming it. He does love me!</span><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihacyLGemzi0zEgERQgOYDvpMsKjSy0L36cN_Le-H_UjhQJBx2lLn9lfV2FYm_fcAR2DB4m49kBxl_4_6rUf-sK24SoXYVj2N1O2lch-9tMwQg9xVbL2SZ8BgCHVlEvBl8p9ZIilWDxQI/s1600-h/IMGP5493.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihacyLGemzi0zEgERQgOYDvpMsKjSy0L36cN_Le-H_UjhQJBx2lLn9lfV2FYm_fcAR2DB4m49kBxl_4_6rUf-sK24SoXYVj2N1O2lch-9tMwQg9xVbL2SZ8BgCHVlEvBl8p9ZIilWDxQI/s400/IMGP5493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367415522366316434" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Our cute family at Pirate Island!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjtBLjMikYioJSd_a5t-2lpuUGurIGoEjkBnqHb4hRNZd82IuMTfDOMnDNtqA5ixRRwy2g4yYQNAk3JKRZzcrrUDpuW4nHqjpNAPMbnYWVZUVf-BInyC4vWfg3Q-Q1IIb6EaGNt5sUmcQ/s1600-h/IMGP5501.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjtBLjMikYioJSd_a5t-2lpuUGurIGoEjkBnqHb4hRNZd82IuMTfDOMnDNtqA5ixRRwy2g4yYQNAk3JKRZzcrrUDpuW4nHqjpNAPMbnYWVZUVf-BInyC4vWfg3Q-Q1IIb6EaGNt5sUmcQ/s400/IMGP5501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367415538539021906" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Daddy and Gabby saying, "LET'S GO!"</span><br /><br />The joy he has brought into my life and others. He has a smile that goes for miles! He warms <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">every one's</span> heart that he comes in contact with. I am so very proud he is my son. We love you with all our hearts. So with that HAPPY BIRTHDAY, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">CASHMAN</span>!<br /></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE9Bhs8loUp0qYWpEIEchp15ueUObYG5sWJBj65whyphenhyphenlz0gFd-aRjlzWYOElI5MW8gA5rhbwHKiRmOgGS97aINPxBnHgojr8pPrK8IQ4eiSjDGRprsoKExhb0xnIyR403jFmUgt1JeEm6w/s1600-h/IMGP5483.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE9Bhs8loUp0qYWpEIEchp15ueUObYG5sWJBj65whyphenhyphenlz0gFd-aRjlzWYOElI5MW8gA5rhbwHKiRmOgGS97aINPxBnHgojr8pPrK8IQ4eiSjDGRprsoKExhb0xnIyR403jFmUgt1JeEm6w/s400/IMGP5483.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div> <div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> <div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Tashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00677819887916782813noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568172413564055561.post-78501787361082778992009-07-27T14:56:00.000-07:002009-07-27T15:22:34.727-07:0024th and so much more...<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh179sYRUkxjGiWv2LZxePGL_hrGgV86n5tVBOCEH8uD_VI6JlXreNwYZvdQ02wxmUuVGnSnMZgC0io-3BxbD1GhartyaxOi-LR1yhkW8AK65H_mHIgWhaS6T5ZQhix3m9T0e4g5mSLwzA/s1600-h/IMGP5460.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh179sYRUkxjGiWv2LZxePGL_hrGgV86n5tVBOCEH8uD_VI6JlXreNwYZvdQ02wxmUuVGnSnMZgC0io-3BxbD1GhartyaxOi-LR1yhkW8AK65H_mHIgWhaS6T5ZQhix3m9T0e4g5mSLwzA/s400/IMGP5460.JPG" border="0" /></a></div> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Gabby on the 24th with a clown wig. Cutest clown!</span><br /></div><br />The 24<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> of July was very calm. We took our children to eat and then headed over to Ben's parents' place to hang out. We did a couple fire works and also watched the brothers play horse shoes in the dark. Cash and Gabby both dug the fireworks. Then Saturday Ben and I had the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">opportunity</span> to have a night with ourselves. It was rather nice to have a moment without the kiddies. I even got to to sleep in till 9 am. I was so excited. So all and all it was a nice holiday. No drama! A first in a while for me.<br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHVr7rK-QIajH0E42ZdgdBtm2Pgxn3z9bIoFBu65W1fSF-3sul8eNUZ6EdGfChYwTHJVgKMVv0jqLiPcrxFrfWvQWgf6ezBipAttNlSkLuMwHYuodpxblIJWmUCYDv5kTXXvOrwJrDpSQ/s1600-h/IMGP5461.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHVr7rK-QIajH0E42ZdgdBtm2Pgxn3z9bIoFBu65W1fSF-3sul8eNUZ6EdGfChYwTHJVgKMVv0jqLiPcrxFrfWvQWgf6ezBipAttNlSkLuMwHYuodpxblIJWmUCYDv5kTXXvOrwJrDpSQ/s400/IMGP5461.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Cash and the clown wig on the 24th.</span><br /></div><br />Well Sunday evening I did the most unspeakable thing in the world. Now everyone just chill for moment and listen to me. I cut Cash's hair off. Only for one reason. He has eczema at the bottom of his ear. And the last few days I have been watching him and I believe that his ear has gotten so sore and oozy because of his long hair hanging and bugging his ear. So I cut it to see if it would get better. So I know, the curls and so forth but, I hope it helps. And plus, it is so HOT here that it might be good and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">refreshing</span> for him. He is so handsome with or without hair.<br />Also, today we started swim lessons for the Fish Man! He was crazy as always. The teacher asked me to get in with him to help because he likes to just go after her and drops to the bottom. He is so not afraid of the water. He did well though.<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFAJI21cGtIfy-FoxUKp5uQsEzqqyzSmt5nWPjQXz3sCCH5_g_8tshsDcBUKuqkYuDZj2AhIYH4qQMHrgsUE0aMsAfQNHv-oreaggOJ4fDweEGy6PH3w0TgJWCJNZNHIalHP6wX1SIDfE/s1600-h/July+2009.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFAJI21cGtIfy-FoxUKp5uQsEzqqyzSmt5nWPjQXz3sCCH5_g_8tshsDcBUKuqkYuDZj2AhIYH4qQMHrgsUE0aMsAfQNHv-oreaggOJ4fDweEGy6PH3w0TgJWCJNZNHIalHP6wX1SIDfE/s400/July+2009.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Cash before the hair cut/Cashes ear/All the hair that came off/Cash with all the hair on him.</span><br /></div><br />As for my mom, we went today to get her drains out. They only took one. She did not do well today. We think it is due to her blood pressure being so low. I am hoping and praying that because of her blood pressure and her low white blood cell count will be enough for her not to do the chemo treatments. Crossing my fingers for only radiation. We will find out tomorrow. Gabby is still crazy as ever and she is more brave at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">her</span> climbing and mischievous ways.<br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhANFZD-_wJ3ARELK6KTipk8yMnzZjs4qccluBVnO83pFryo7R-im-02D-jnM0LI-qB0cb_pPvAuXDV_k1XuVXcYG44jHaGcLkQh2GCNdIXw-wBU16q7KrrNuZ4uZ2x42fw5pUumSRh4KI/s1600-h/July+20091.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhANFZD-_wJ3ARELK6KTipk8yMnzZjs4qccluBVnO83pFryo7R-im-02D-jnM0LI-qB0cb_pPvAuXDV_k1XuVXcYG44jHaGcLkQh2GCNdIXw-wBU16q7KrrNuZ4uZ2x42fw5pUumSRh4KI/s400/July+20091.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Cash @ swim lessons. Kept trying to follow the teacher. </span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Also, Cash's birhday is next week. It will be fun to see how all the parties turn out. He is going to be 3 years old. He is getting so big.<br /></div></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcirsZy7_xAPuo7fBtaEQHnvfKw28Umfbau_lOJFq8gZhTJ_6OQlRRDDePVKRIAa4Sl69ZMlnYrPk81Z0XHj9SL97pg8rmkmPx1_kyWw2_YhLFgVvDm7JkWxsW7KLdze2OzSzVusfoq7k/s1600-h/IMGP5470.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcirsZy7_xAPuo7fBtaEQHnvfKw28Umfbau_lOJFq8gZhTJ_6OQlRRDDePVKRIAa4Sl69ZMlnYrPk81Z0XHj9SL97pg8rmkmPx1_kyWw2_YhLFgVvDm7JkWxsW7KLdze2OzSzVusfoq7k/s400/IMGP5470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363268087185954770" border="0" /></a><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Tashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00677819887916782813noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568172413564055561.post-30175837324304272662009-07-24T08:14:00.000-07:002009-07-24T08:30:03.901-07:00Smiles and more sad news...<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIY6MeXxFs4z_juLpFPwaTnAt_XlUckQ_GR5ghP4_PQLYVsFIJiVm_JWkDNExXFHg1WoE4Fyb-FB0rAXw01sw-RRJh3qA4dmPEO2MLnD2vj-yZA8cz8kEufvKU9Vp3liurwSoJSUG-gnc/s1600-h/IMGP5438.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIY6MeXxFs4z_juLpFPwaTnAt_XlUckQ_GR5ghP4_PQLYVsFIJiVm_JWkDNExXFHg1WoE4Fyb-FB0rAXw01sw-RRJh3qA4dmPEO2MLnD2vj-yZA8cz8kEufvKU9Vp3liurwSoJSUG-gnc/s400/IMGP5438.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Gabby and the hot swim goggles!</span><br /><br />Okay, so I haven't blogged in a while. It is due to the fact our lovely computer has been broken. Thanks to my husband and he thinking that he is a fix it man. NOT! I am just glad I have my computer back. Don't realize how important it is until it is gone.<br /><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3x-rCBFp8PUfcELtn9aC8lDlbWsK3E6lMMZM2KqxI8huBYfkUKvhLPLiGM4fH4U2yJ4ixLTQ1ke6sG_ibkQ1S464YpaTznFGPmYzkeG0cKsPXncK_Q7l3KEJ0qD_iS3I54Sx9p9nCBQc/s1600-h/IMGP5439.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3x-rCBFp8PUfcELtn9aC8lDlbWsK3E6lMMZM2KqxI8huBYfkUKvhLPLiGM4fH4U2yJ4ixLTQ1ke6sG_ibkQ1S464YpaTznFGPmYzkeG0cKsPXncK_Q7l3KEJ0qD_iS3I54Sx9p9nCBQc/s400/IMGP5439.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div> <span style="font-size:78%;">Gabby and her favorite cart pushing her baby @ grandma greats.</span><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> So besides that my kids and I have had the opportunity to go and stay overnight a couple nights and take care of grandma. Let me tell you it was harder than hell. Because not only did I take care of her but my kids and my two dogs were there. We had fun though. The pictures I took were priceless. We haven't done a whole lot but some how we are busy. A lot of it is going to grandma's and taking care of her. Cash is starting swim lessons on Monday. I am so stoked because we haven't been able to find someone who would take him because he is not 3 yet. And my son is desperately needing swim lessons. CharChar is still hobbling around with her casted leg. She tries hard to find a comfortable position but it doesn't happen. And if she does Gabby goes and jumps on her. Gabby is now walking and for some reason has turned into a crazy woman. More so now than ever before. She thinks just because she walks that she knows how to climb. Not funny at all. My mom hates it that we call her the little demon baby. But holly smokes you would all probably agree. We love her to death but compared to Cash she is OUT OF CONTROL!!!!!!!!<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj00XxzMh3sjkxWhQnprdg7mvxzar3XMuTiHQv-amE1hWwpPzFQ3qs3ar5K5NfjKYIVbMr-wdsVZSnwtzblTmCmaC4p3m41GiSoW8lfyyC5TuHj4KR0-fnntBnKsFAeNBKIByD46wr3hFM/s1600-h/IMGP5440.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj00XxzMh3sjkxWhQnprdg7mvxzar3XMuTiHQv-amE1hWwpPzFQ3qs3ar5K5NfjKYIVbMr-wdsVZSnwtzblTmCmaC4p3m41GiSoW8lfyyC5TuHj4KR0-fnntBnKsFAeNBKIByD46wr3hFM/s400/IMGP5440.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div> <span style="font-size:78%;">Cash and Gabby racing and Squirt in last.</span><br /><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> All is good but I have some really sad and scary news, my mom just got diagnosed with cancer again. Last night we found out the spot in the PET SCAN was cancer. Don't know what the plan is now cause she hasn't seen her oncologist. So all of us are in devastation mode. I will tell you one thing that's for sure, for some reason our family has had more than its share of "SHIT" handy to us. But we are still here and trucking and pushing to find a breath of fresh air. But I guess it is not in the cards right now. <div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> </div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Gabby and her "Crazy Lazy Eye!"</span><br /></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9_28skbC5W_5tUJWxl7PSY3tWeN3BOJskApdkNSqBTwrPMDlC6uNrWAm6q2Llba8dHbBB-xGRSwZ-jozCKi87NymFODuewwlDe-1jUpRrUsnl90aCokK5641np_QkSliw9zMwUBzrtM4/s1600-h/IMGP5448.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9_28skbC5W_5tUJWxl7PSY3tWeN3BOJskApdkNSqBTwrPMDlC6uNrWAm6q2Llba8dHbBB-xGRSwZ-jozCKi87NymFODuewwlDe-1jUpRrUsnl90aCokK5641np_QkSliw9zMwUBzrtM4/s400/IMGP5448.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrozDQZsB4f5KfHiyIAZWzL2p3t-qi_Env9vYlkCOSETMsVr7OuxfxWTW1tq9MtsUsMGSTJcls3a89V94K3u6WmYzZyI2Jp5OcOwuEyYLxC7dHrM1eW8ZXjQtRMB_PAr3ym6d0mKXUGH8/s1600-h/IMGP5452.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrozDQZsB4f5KfHiyIAZWzL2p3t-qi_Env9vYlkCOSETMsVr7OuxfxWTW1tq9MtsUsMGSTJcls3a89V94K3u6WmYzZyI2Jp5OcOwuEyYLxC7dHrM1eW8ZXjQtRMB_PAr3ym6d0mKXUGH8/s400/IMGP5452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362048595344495986" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">CharChar trying to find a place to get comfortable. </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrozDQZsB4f5KfHiyIAZWzL2p3t-qi_Env9vYlkCOSETMsVr7OuxfxWTW1tq9MtsUsMGSTJcls3a89V94K3u6WmYzZyI2Jp5OcOwuEyYLxC7dHrM1eW8ZXjQtRMB_PAr3ym6d0mKXUGH8/s1600-h/IMGP5452.JPG"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></a></div>Tashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00677819887916782813noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568172413564055561.post-44281345376034077262009-07-07T17:56:00.000-07:002009-07-07T18:19:25.746-07:00S.LC. up to the 4th!Okay, let me start with the kids and I went up to S.L.C. because my sister had her son Talmage Jeff Dockstader and we were going up to see her and take care of her two little girls. So we get there and Talmage has to be NICU for 10-14 days due to his lungs being undeveloped. We could see him and so forth but no touching. So most of my time up there was taking the kids and entertaining them. It was a really long few days but very fun.<br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiuXuv51BKhQEtC6P5SrWffDk1e75Yowp64Q7DMJs7UNLxmIRwu4WEWv-hkFBdEloNzzVwnhAs9ks73bVr7vthPb9EI1IEuuoqccL4H1JJnUVImlrwy3mWGD3wUrXg4IUXQHgmW-Cria4/s1600-h/June+20091.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiuXuv51BKhQEtC6P5SrWffDk1e75Yowp64Q7DMJs7UNLxmIRwu4WEWv-hkFBdEloNzzVwnhAs9ks73bVr7vthPb9EI1IEuuoqccL4H1JJnUVImlrwy3mWGD3wUrXg4IUXQHgmW-Cria4/s400/June+20091.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Cash & Gabby traveling. Nataly, Gabby, Squid, and Cash having a good time bathing.</span><br /><br />So one of the days we took the kids and my Aunt Lorna brought her grand kids and we went to Jungle Jim's. What a adventure. It was so funny because Cash did not like the rides that spun and went fast. He liked the jeep ride that was like a train ride. He even cried and screamed on the carousel. On the other hand, my daughter, loved the rides. Oh, she was funny as can be. She loved it. It is funny how much kids can be different. They had an awesome time.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ESoapDmsTasbfhuCECcE0GPuYDKw7CYjucqKBROcnGNtBFm7tF2AkSjnKTbdzxufdOzIT84XaUaVag0sX0t2vBN2Ma40OeyRvf69M5STnUCiXtq3IYcg_bTCfnV3Qbe4m-ck0I71AGc/s1600-h/June+20092.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ESoapDmsTasbfhuCECcE0GPuYDKw7CYjucqKBROcnGNtBFm7tF2AkSjnKTbdzxufdOzIT84XaUaVag0sX0t2vBN2Ma40OeyRvf69M5STnUCiXtq3IYcg_bTCfnV3Qbe4m-ck0I71AGc/s400/June+20092.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Riding the jet ride at Jungle Jim's.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Q7JiqHC2E1MU84mVxuWha9_IrWqHVC197wqO0yZgr19ZYkKmrl1qy44oMtIEKs9Q3r9phTR3fgV0cUGVTqPsaUsRT9OsmdbeVJ_A_3-DaPvaxioBVQ7edFJGSC2TrX4Uszg_yps0WtU/s1600-h/June+20093.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Q7JiqHC2E1MU84mVxuWha9_IrWqHVC197wqO0yZgr19ZYkKmrl1qy44oMtIEKs9Q3r9phTR3fgV0cUGVTqPsaUsRT9OsmdbeVJ_A_3-DaPvaxioBVQ7edFJGSC2TrX4Uszg_yps0WtU/s400/June+20093.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Favorite ride at Jungle Jim's. Safari Ride.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvRV-gw6Ufg1kWe4xlZcRQarFt64fp-B-eoCZ_Sa7TE9bY7978Nt8MXtKUvNyCsweUDHpNcSFRpM9ERdL2I1SP_imkuT0br3baCE4cpW-odlXANazsDW7p8HAQBCZx7GkkT3atXTdIRgo/s1600-h/June+20094.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvRV-gw6Ufg1kWe4xlZcRQarFt64fp-B-eoCZ_Sa7TE9bY7978Nt8MXtKUvNyCsweUDHpNcSFRpM9ERdL2I1SP_imkuT0br3baCE4cpW-odlXANazsDW7p8HAQBCZx7GkkT3atXTdIRgo/s400/June+20094.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Spinney ride. Yuck!</span><br /><br />Another day, I took my kids and we went to my friend Ashley's house to have lunch and visit her for awhile. It was fun because her daughter is almost 2 months younger than Gabby and she is near 3 or 4 pounds bigger than Gabby. And was walking really well. I was so glad to see her. I miss her so much. Afterwards, my mom and I went to IKEA and we all know what that is like. It is funny how you are in there at least 2 hours. Not so fun with kids that are really tired.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1mPsRDwc6gDSoF0-GMQ4ejqHCtO7tnhOZfLSeDTuMIP4B_Y1Dp6Q3TyvyFB40QSFQx6__p6gjijHKwTxhN90zexAPQq9xu65g6Ja35qTkGPjKir5ySBfepNfiTfOSI7_7iBWjbM4iC3U/s1600-h/IMGP5422.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1mPsRDwc6gDSoF0-GMQ4ejqHCtO7tnhOZfLSeDTuMIP4B_Y1Dp6Q3TyvyFB40QSFQx6__p6gjijHKwTxhN90zexAPQq9xu65g6Ja35qTkGPjKir5ySBfepNfiTfOSI7_7iBWjbM4iC3U/s400/IMGP5422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355891900545113554" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Gabby and Karmindy (Ashley's daughter) just chilling.</span><br /><br />On that Saturday, my sister, Whitney, and I took the kids to the zoo. It was rather interesting that it only took us 1.5 hrs. to do the whole zoo. It was fun as always and of course the best part was the "Choo-Choo" and the kids had a good time. That night I took my little sister out and we met up with my friend Jessica and my Aunt Karen. It was so nice to get out and we danced and laughed and so forth. IT WAS AWESOME!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP5s6Fkc4ad70jXsYMUp5YPnI-Ygmu_1O8FzIpSk3dCTeZQQo2xTaJvpOnTLyHKBWd2arLqHu5zL43wNGW2x5yF7xgbLrnidcOfmFa__wcyYHUf_30Pld_AY_6FaEx-TIWCNQnmt0xfy4/s1600-h/IMGP5428.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP5s6Fkc4ad70jXsYMUp5YPnI-Ygmu_1O8FzIpSk3dCTeZQQo2xTaJvpOnTLyHKBWd2arLqHu5zL43wNGW2x5yF7xgbLrnidcOfmFa__wcyYHUf_30Pld_AY_6FaEx-TIWCNQnmt0xfy4/s400/IMGP5428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355889924622731394" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Cash, Squid, and Nataly looking at fox. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2R0HAgMBTA2wvuBwXdR2UDS8cCknxvlhdW20uydsHZWnwdmFHHLjDtui1r6SS4B6JWgc8n_tUzylv8LHVqkPF-SFMV-lT9SaCW7Me9vUFWdl8oPILdFGyKB_V6AzBEyeoVg0vnLTK6ko/s1600-h/IMGP5427.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2R0HAgMBTA2wvuBwXdR2UDS8cCknxvlhdW20uydsHZWnwdmFHHLjDtui1r6SS4B6JWgc8n_tUzylv8LHVqkPF-SFMV-lT9SaCW7Me9vUFWdl8oPILdFGyKB_V6AzBEyeoVg0vnLTK6ko/s400/IMGP5427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355889919449200466" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Kids at the Madagascar exhibit waterfall.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2R0HAgMBTA2wvuBwXdR2UDS8cCknxvlhdW20uydsHZWnwdmFHHLjDtui1r6SS4B6JWgc8n_tUzylv8LHVqkPF-SFMV-lT9SaCW7Me9vUFWdl8oPILdFGyKB_V6AzBEyeoVg0vnLTK6ko/s1600-h/IMGP5427.JPG"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></a><br />I just got news today that my nephew got to go home today. YEA! If you want to see him, link to my sister's blog.<br />Now for the 4th, well what can I say. We didn't do anything. We watched the History Channel all day and that afternoon went Ben's parents place to have a bbq and do fireworks. Well, my dog Charlotte, loves fireworks. She chases them and carries them in her mouth as the are still going. So when it was time for the fireworks we went to go get them in the backyard and found CharChar limping and her leg dangling the wrong way. So Ben and I took her to the emergency vet and we spent 3 hrs. there. So needless to say we didn't see fireworks or had a chance to spend it with our children. The kids stayed with grandma and grandpa so they got to see the fireworks. It sucks cause I didn't get pictures or anything fun. Hey, I guess that is our luck. So now our CharChar is in a cast for 6-8 weeks. And it has cost us a butt load of money. Man, vets are rip-offs. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkg55Za35tLNzvStCJd5k2vAKw9DAdjwZUPBgF2V_mIT09Sm6l4K36kju6ecPBBUJYmdiqCsl5tu7yg0EL2ulwBP8ldfxIcWPQvFrK412hRNHUxp04EfBKEvYMrniAQNZ_LkO-SiSZl68/s1600-h/IMGP5429.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkg55Za35tLNzvStCJd5k2vAKw9DAdjwZUPBgF2V_mIT09Sm6l4K36kju6ecPBBUJYmdiqCsl5tu7yg0EL2ulwBP8ldfxIcWPQvFrK412hRNHUxp04EfBKEvYMrniAQNZ_LkO-SiSZl68/s400/IMGP5429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355889931862511538" border="0" /></a><br />But it has been good and crazy here. Still doing grandma and so forth. But we are still here alive and kicking. And I am glad to say Gabby is WALKING! YEA GABBY!<br /></div><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Tashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00677819887916782813noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568172413564055561.post-15221239581804718662009-06-17T17:33:00.000-07:002009-06-17T17:50:08.417-07:00Every day<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_hrsITHLZ4K_zDqtJX6UU_cTWmnb_nDQ0NoJ-OlIz7TXQ_TrSb9ChyphenhyphenCOsK16SJR91GQbqZHBfcqGlrVmXw6hoiaLZH_joxSbq6txu4I0fSILo-_kfQ59YRgSPEFwJ1M4a8myf1pp1f4Y/s1600-h/IMGP5367.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_hrsITHLZ4K_zDqtJX6UU_cTWmnb_nDQ0NoJ-OlIz7TXQ_TrSb9ChyphenhyphenCOsK16SJR91GQbqZHBfcqGlrVmXw6hoiaLZH_joxSbq6txu4I0fSILo-_kfQ59YRgSPEFwJ1M4a8myf1pp1f4Y/s400/IMGP5367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348462928544613218" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Gabby helping with dishes. We can pull her hair into one pony!</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpIgplj-gcBVdTaxaP7uptCfyxzAvAKK0spcvYRxB-Wbguq4jxw3K_zLO8bI5YH6zdlPc48ST-d3imL_c3tYcaXkogZDrj7Bo7eBLO34PrRQeMgjhiFqNgmbYwNje8GkiuWJk8Qu5HDfs/s1600-h/IMGP5360.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpIgplj-gcBVdTaxaP7uptCfyxzAvAKK0spcvYRxB-Wbguq4jxw3K_zLO8bI5YH6zdlPc48ST-d3imL_c3tYcaXkogZDrj7Bo7eBLO34PrRQeMgjhiFqNgmbYwNje8GkiuWJk8Qu5HDfs/s400/IMGP5360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348461318176776594" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Cash playing car wash and Gabby walking right behind him.</span><br /><br />So I haven't blogged lately. There really hasn't been anything big to write about. I am not saying I am not busy. Being a mom is so busy. I just snapped pictures of our lives lately. We are doing well and hangging in there. The kids and I are getting ready to go to SLC next Wed. for my sister and my new nephew. I do have a week old nephew now. My sister-n-law had her son last week. I really think he looks just like Grandpa Syphus. Cute and round. Congrats to you Lala. Ben has been taking Cash fishing a lot. He says that he ends up crying and wants to go home about half into it. But they don't come home for a few hours late. And Cash is always wet from head to toe. Go figure! I am so glad to say that my daughter has interest in walking. Yay! She is walking behind things now and will walk with you with one hand. That's about all except that I have really been enjoying this weather.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgmEY5sb4bVNdFh5EOX3Zu7SQHbZ_atcGzjQMMBXvedigAJVX0pffwIH7K3s9dXY2jV0bv-engVCePTu3kubJOAgOSWRMOHK4Vl8HpOu_qIYlye4rZIsZYVlCpn46zbzAqwppmksTPDDA/s1600-h/IMGP5358.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgmEY5sb4bVNdFh5EOX3Zu7SQHbZ_atcGzjQMMBXvedigAJVX0pffwIH7K3s9dXY2jV0bv-engVCePTu3kubJOAgOSWRMOHK4Vl8HpOu_qIYlye4rZIsZYVlCpn46zbzAqwppmksTPDDA/s400/IMGP5358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348461314463583522" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Sweet big brother. You can tell they are tired.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqvhVEPbout2KH94n9rtyBVf0y5A1odi1_Syo_3pEYjhKNMFgO3Lhyphenhyphen-qQeu9O41SHWOhahZIEjq06zEfgXDO7q_O-57CLdqqhOQbLxOpdejqzxhj9UwRcekw1cuajCXYNy-fiLQyIO1LU/s1600-h/June+2009.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqvhVEPbout2KH94n9rtyBVf0y5A1odi1_Syo_3pEYjhKNMFgO3Lhyphenhyphen-qQeu9O41SHWOhahZIEjq06zEfgXDO7q_O-57CLdqqhOQbLxOpdejqzxhj9UwRcekw1cuajCXYNy-fiLQyIO1LU/s400/June+2009.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Cash and the dogs heard the garage door open. That means Daddy's home! Happens about every day.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAMBUDXn9B4Z4vnNgHiqhdpvOS6J0HUKLpKEciVb8OSnMtNbA1TEjl11ONAIiaPYlX6wVDptIvLTHl6FrhzQrBaXcTPJIa2krllUQnk7weIWL_mjH770si2m6TaNNTEwOjSJkUc2sGQzg/s1600-h/IMGP5347.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAMBUDXn9B4Z4vnNgHiqhdpvOS6J0HUKLpKEciVb8OSnMtNbA1TEjl11ONAIiaPYlX6wVDptIvLTHl6FrhzQrBaXcTPJIa2krllUQnk7weIWL_mjH770si2m6TaNNTEwOjSJkUc2sGQzg/s400/IMGP5347.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Gabby destroying a diaper. All I got to say is GODZILLA!</span><br /></div><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTrwb9zkn-fcb1DeiQmFRGx6ModbQV-oRoptDisjBiPHv6lPJfCJ2KvbYiRwfm5Ed8uF_VFdJ7436JUuD7MO61lqPE6WM5QOnnlUnFxGf_765-fxgACM2DFsFxGc_1d2veGMJyOAgqTO0/s1600-h/IMGP5355.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTrwb9zkn-fcb1DeiQmFRGx6ModbQV-oRoptDisjBiPHv6lPJfCJ2KvbYiRwfm5Ed8uF_VFdJ7436JUuD7MO61lqPE6WM5QOnnlUnFxGf_765-fxgACM2DFsFxGc_1d2veGMJyOAgqTO0/s400/IMGP5355.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">He has such a cute smile.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVRhX8f3xnJO01U54VU2O2Mwx_gF-_2kkwmKp5-Kf6lSjI0YNl0ifCY8KKw3eptSArxepsCpx1HBdIPqIU8PLGobkGzSPLlzc-OkiHLOw8i92nOY7qdEEZyql6KAc2R13OzONJci-BWgM/s400/IMGP5362.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Alan, Ben and Cash fishing. A whole day of it. </span><br /><br /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Tashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00677819887916782813noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568172413564055561.post-53951818189197045202009-06-01T17:11:00.000-07:002009-06-01T17:59:32.674-07:00Family Reunion and fun...<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">So we had our family reunion over Memorial weekend with my mom's side of the family. They all came down here to St. George because my grandma isn't doing so well. We got condos over in Green Valley area. On that Saturday we had a dinner for the "Good Samaritans" that pulled my grandpa out of his truck after his accident. It was neat and very pleasant evening. And Sunday we just swam all day long. It wasn't exciting put it was fun with my kids. And you all know my son loves the water and he thinks he is a fish. Well, we had a very scary incident. I was in the kiddie pool with him and I took his muscles off. I was talking to Ben who was sitting on the side. I heard my brother-n-law yell Cash's name. I turned and saw he was getting in the bigger pool and he got in and then he was going to step of the ledge that was in the pool. I jumped out of the pool and then he was gone. I moved so fast that I didn't realize I landed on my knee and my left side. I got him and of course he was smiling as I pulled him up. It scared him a little and it gave me a heart attack. Afterward I notice my knee and my side. That is the consequences of having a child not afraid of anything.<br />Monday we went and had family pictures done. Don't have them quit yet but I will post them as soon as I get them. Swam some more and played card games. It was low key reunion. It was well needed. I forgot my camera all that weekend except for when we did family pictures. This one is of cute Gabby. Didn't get much more than that.<br />Then last weekend wasn't much fun I was sick with the flu all weekend. The video I got the today is so funny. I dedicate it to Ashley and to the "Spitfire Girls." This is what happens every time we don't give her what she wants or pay attention to her. She maybe a cutie but she is Godzirra!<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7650OnDZ5jSZX-tcy2bWSyNmVZJqA-A7SurkY3ldcWsJbUl6b7Xpw7AVxWCk9y-ZLo-B9ZNu5KEFUP41HzHlI_5tMSyBt6LsWbkTKuDGuEUoSLOjWMKB8VVvOoZ0r0LhtP947iJKT01E/s1600-h/IMGP5331.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7650OnDZ5jSZX-tcy2bWSyNmVZJqA-A7SurkY3ldcWsJbUl6b7Xpw7AVxWCk9y-ZLo-B9ZNu5KEFUP41HzHlI_5tMSyBt6LsWbkTKuDGuEUoSLOjWMKB8VVvOoZ0r0LhtP947iJKT01E/s400/IMGP5331.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzTTN58y4T0tUoHLCDe9m4DRAnJt-s2U8mX-4BNm0965dF1dVsSSiAl4yw4RsqCkfOpRmJG_sWHWObHYYwRWA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Tashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00677819887916782813noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568172413564055561.post-40927276971273927952009-05-19T18:54:00.000-07:002009-05-20T07:20:31.503-07:00Run for the pink and some stuff since...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqN4AKMu3HQc7zk9Rw-VSchvdZN4AaBnU8VvRU8L2-05rjcy1icfVVnOKzfwGyGoMP1Cfu357Us5BgXTmFs4roSHFqf9Lzy4hrNqk0yKZOfc5onSZcf5FFxNZONNWUNnqXP2Agw-7254w/s1600-h/IMG_1438.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqN4AKMu3HQc7zk9Rw-VSchvdZN4AaBnU8VvRU8L2-05rjcy1icfVVnOKzfwGyGoMP1Cfu357Us5BgXTmFs4roSHFqf9Lzy4hrNqk0yKZOfc5onSZcf5FFxNZONNWUNnqXP2Agw-7254w/s400/IMG_1438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337722793203509762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Cash and Gabby and the best way to travel with kids!</span><br /><br /></div>We had the opportunity to be part of something special this month. The kids and I went up to S.L.C. during Mother's Day weekend. That Saturday we got a team together for the Komen Breast Cancer Run. What a neat experience it was.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Jg177bhuxNwUu2DVwRe601bRdnkkaNg4OIY0UjwWGQFByPkKt2R4S_ChNrGiCSzRQSRWWXCJzPXpTPy78J1QB3373AMj9nq_GzeHoXJZou9ZKPI9bdHmO51c-oRVLhDQMSm2RMIHpSE/s1600-h/IMG_1447.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Jg177bhuxNwUu2DVwRe601bRdnkkaNg4OIY0UjwWGQFByPkKt2R4S_ChNrGiCSzRQSRWWXCJzPXpTPy78J1QB3373AMj9nq_GzeHoXJZou9ZKPI9bdHmO51c-oRVLhDQMSm2RMIHpSE/s400/IMG_1447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337724276281442786" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Gabby and her two cousins (Nat and Squid)</span><br /><br /></div>Before I get to that that day, when we got to my sister's home we had some time as a family to spend together. It was funny to watch my father try to jump a foot scooter and he ate dirt several times before getting it. We also tried to jump rope as adults and I am sure we looked like idiots. And then my sister went and got their neighbors motor scooter and the kids loved it. Cash didn't want to get off.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUZECe-Ua2dOPSljbJnXFBhwWeGQVubnqIJKkarG02WSWmW8C7JE1tynKNslFZyWkviL1cXCa85y7NfJ2DO9SuOYsokFOQ-_OSqn6jYsN-80IW7Bcl4qBzXGMF53eV_-e3HfUAoDHeviw/s1600-h/IMG_1442.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUZECe-Ua2dOPSljbJnXFBhwWeGQVubnqIJKkarG02WSWmW8C7JE1tynKNslFZyWkviL1cXCa85y7NfJ2DO9SuOYsokFOQ-_OSqn6jYsN-80IW7Bcl4qBzXGMF53eV_-e3HfUAoDHeviw/s400/IMG_1442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337722365730941314" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Prego Kandiss and the scooter. She is so big! Haha am not pregnant!</span><br /></div><br />The next day we got up really early to get to the race which was at the Gateway. It was really cold that morning but we meet up with most of the team. When the race began, it was nuts. I couldn't believe how many people were there. 20,000 people in pink. I was awe struck. It was one of the coolest things to see. The road was wall to wall people. It was neat to see that cancer affects everyone. It so fun. We did leaps and cartwheels. We all stayed in our group. We saw all kinds of teams. When we were done we got some lunch and went home and crashed. Then for Mother's Day Cash made me flowers from his hands at church and we took my mom to Little America for dinner and then my dad and I went home that day. That evening Ben took Cash fishing and they got another fish!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP7dikekjOVBDxyUWJt40loIBJsU-V6R6c0ZPgzeqBekN6auwNNROTRW9y7fajlNvBaI2__2ecJhZCxbMaEvNkkFn48rVfjpdqqUox-yrUV-CXwK8dFfTPbKVrKLvSF4f75MnWPSAp-Zc/s1600-h/IMG_1445.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP7dikekjOVBDxyUWJt40loIBJsU-V6R6c0ZPgzeqBekN6auwNNROTRW9y7fajlNvBaI2__2ecJhZCxbMaEvNkkFn48rVfjpdqqUox-yrUV-CXwK8dFfTPbKVrKLvSF4f75MnWPSAp-Zc/s400/IMG_1445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337722361556109650" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Papa and Cash cruisin' on the scooter.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc0iYRWHHHW96GCWU3pyGAXQ9J0SS5UMGT5GdowLOO8W1BLtagNIUv7FNKpQ3vpTnYzIslE300TL2sk1PuI5H3IUkuDgFJOuqQ1KW_wPS9q5-nnIJJ2ViOpUoAAzatc596pawFxKhoJg0/s1600-h/IMG_1471.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc0iYRWHHHW96GCWU3pyGAXQ9J0SS5UMGT5GdowLOO8W1BLtagNIUv7FNKpQ3vpTnYzIslE300TL2sk1PuI5H3IUkuDgFJOuqQ1KW_wPS9q5-nnIJJ2ViOpUoAAzatc596pawFxKhoJg0/s400/IMG_1471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337722347822262802" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Cash, Nat, Nana, and myself with bikers supporting the pink.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1YtLu7ZWslG-1yJlPlMAcJfIgLXdFKcqtHytzz-37fY9g9NVi53hzhLVhlpWWs6STBkbLcLhuOoVVn-DscBmR4itKO40EvM1_0JBDdNnF4gCfzZSzDg0CNjH-cLyDLp-iOdfXvFoM-CY/s1600-h/IMG_1475.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1YtLu7ZWslG-1yJlPlMAcJfIgLXdFKcqtHytzz-37fY9g9NVi53hzhLVhlpWWs6STBkbLcLhuOoVVn-DscBmR4itKO40EvM1_0JBDdNnF4gCfzZSzDg0CNjH-cLyDLp-iOdfXvFoM-CY/s400/IMG_1475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337721569332585762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Cash on Papa's shoulders and Squid on Jeff's shoulders.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0vqWrB0V1vGyAyju4dtCeIqq-fy7XBMGTplhP-vJLZoFNsBzOJTXxuEdWcaqfs46LIKgt1bB7swp_bSF-SCiwuaIrP_cB7zrNlD8p1eLYyQ94tE686jQVH2eeYQvwcelKpyVxmPKoTF4/s1600-h/IMG_1469.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0vqWrB0V1vGyAyju4dtCeIqq-fy7XBMGTplhP-vJLZoFNsBzOJTXxuEdWcaqfs46LIKgt1bB7swp_bSF-SCiwuaIrP_cB7zrNlD8p1eLYyQ94tE686jQVH2eeYQvwcelKpyVxmPKoTF4/s400/IMG_1469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337732565400444994" border="0" /></a><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Papa, Nat, Cash, Squid, and Nana sporting pink!<br /><br /><br /></span></span></div><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9e0yc7B-Qy4rnHljl6xu7C4jxYubcngPEeMyMMH1HsYkSesyxJhuzomGvhyphenhyphenffydkPDfkF5kYjyEVs8z82ghEPKo7bTHX3gK5p2uPuV-tptg6wIepMEGXNo9Fsep2JlEwdCM1pOI0ddHs/s1600-h/IMG_1498.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9e0yc7B-Qy4rnHljl6xu7C4jxYubcngPEeMyMMH1HsYkSesyxJhuzomGvhyphenhyphenffydkPDfkF5kYjyEVs8z82ghEPKo7bTHX3gK5p2uPuV-tptg6wIepMEGXNo9Fsep2JlEwdCM1pOI0ddHs/s400/IMG_1498.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Family girls in pink!</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio-7tbephknsTFjn9Te_mlObSdGYyh_53Wg6pW341vaKIrV92UTNQ_mR05nMxvaf7qfjaanffJlwgdjopJbdcHPiAweq392S9ii2mvBdMG5FMCpJb0QN-eGRYwxnsUj0smqkC5WWIsGBY/s1600-h/IMG_1454.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio-7tbephknsTFjn9Te_mlObSdGYyh_53Wg6pW341vaKIrV92UTNQ_mR05nMxvaf7qfjaanffJlwgdjopJbdcHPiAweq392S9ii2mvBdMG5FMCpJb0QN-eGRYwxnsUj0smqkC5WWIsGBY/s400/IMG_1454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337721553419817234" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Team Nana!</span><br /></div><br />Cash really likes to fish and spend time with his dad. That Wednesday was my birthday and I didn't do much. Ben and I spent the the day together without the kids. It was way nice since it doesn't happen much.<br /><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7V948ncUIKpfzginuTo6Sc5yxq6plm4c7TNSOzi-0D5FvLUWi0V6jjykTEia-68XL23ojr6z3PiAEpoEMPz_-qEITkONOn54Khd1YMUUXKMat-DQxMw1J9Fx6E95S40VEM41mgvkc-TA/s1600-h/IMGP5320.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7V948ncUIKpfzginuTo6Sc5yxq6plm4c7TNSOzi-0D5FvLUWi0V6jjykTEia-68XL23ojr6z3PiAEpoEMPz_-qEITkONOn54Khd1YMUUXKMat-DQxMw1J9Fx6E95S40VEM41mgvkc-TA/s400/IMGP5320.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Cash and his new pal!</span><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYwoDHrDPlL2SEjH4n6yEjx2n8SFc5ud78Gwv-NXX0I3WOP1_x1S6PnHINrZGOoIbKQF94u2tu816xQ4NhUVjGwQvKR61e6fJBozR65vnFqJQJ2glLSdR-4eqUuszRXRWURdZOZEVehkk/s1600-h/IMGP5325.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYwoDHrDPlL2SEjH4n6yEjx2n8SFc5ud78Gwv-NXX0I3WOP1_x1S6PnHINrZGOoIbKQF94u2tu816xQ4NhUVjGwQvKR61e6fJBozR65vnFqJQJ2glLSdR-4eqUuszRXRWURdZOZEVehkk/s400/IMGP5325.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Cash and his new pole!</span><br /></div><br />I have been really busy because we moved my Aunt Shirlene down to live with my grandma and her and I have tried to clean out and organize my grandparents house. So I am there a lot. It has been really hard and sad work. My grandma is dying and it really is not so fun to watch. But I am glad that my children get to be with her. I love her so much.<br /><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8RDOUazY5FFUSLYmkIPTKFbUV-14lfHgs1jLKI-Y3xrMs9pQ5AnScJ2o9gvKBOzG0NRS5AvlRg8wXswd4TPP9BtNrAaDTGUJBrKxBEfauQ2bA0MTlSVLCF0-UDD09MBVFimmgPryAhZc/s1600-h/IMG_1497.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8RDOUazY5FFUSLYmkIPTKFbUV-14lfHgs1jLKI-Y3xrMs9pQ5AnScJ2o9gvKBOzG0NRS5AvlRg8wXswd4TPP9BtNrAaDTGUJBrKxBEfauQ2bA0MTlSVLCF0-UDD09MBVFimmgPryAhZc/s400/IMG_1497.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Victorious Nana!</span><br /></div><br />With a ending I want to tell my mom that I am so very glad I had the opportunity to do the Breast Cancer Run with her. If she had never gotten the cancer I would never seen the most incredible thing and that was to see all those people join together and walk/run for the people they love. It was very special experience for me. I can not put in words what it meant to me. My life the last year has been full of hardships, scary moments and most of all, loss. But to be there and see that not only am I lucky to have a mother who fought and is winning but to see that cancer will be won some day. To see the people represent their loved ones they lost or see the survivors and the ones supporting them. It was a very good moment that I think I needed in my crazy life. I love God and all that he does (good or bad-very hard) I will be ready to go head on. I have the most love and support from my family and that is all I need. I love you all.<br /><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYwoDHrDPlL2SEjH4n6yEjx2n8SFc5ud78Gwv-NXX0I3WOP1_x1S6PnHINrZGOoIbKQF94u2tu816xQ4NhUVjGwQvKR61e6fJBozR65vnFqJQJ2glLSdR-4eqUuszRXRWURdZOZEVehkk/s1600-h/IMGP5325.JPG"><br /></a><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Tashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00677819887916782813noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568172413564055561.post-75456284458731722062009-04-27T20:28:00.000-07:002009-04-27T20:55:38.484-07:00Shishing, shishing, shishing!<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;">Okay, I had to blog this right away. Ben has been taking Cash fishing the last few days because Cash inherited a fishing pole from Grandpa Dooley. So when Ben took Cash this evening I told him to get pictures. He got one and a great video. Ben told me that this fish was on Cash's pole and it fought like hell. It even jumped out of the water. So when you watch the video you will be shocked to watch this creature lay still and not move. It really looks dead. I guess my son inherited something very special from me and that is creatures of all kinds seem to like us. We have a trusting/kind presence about us when it comes to God's creatures. I am so very excited that Cash has come to enjoy fishing with his daddy. Every morning he asks to go "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Shishing</span>!" We love our little man. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4kvP8JgMwxtt0831worgBXt_ZRbGDThs4T1v8ro5W8iAO1vtvCD3O84tgQP4CHmXsVqUJsHzjxH57b7RNmvikYlFJKtg1PDYNqsx8xnJyUpRX-6T4W1wK_r5fx9TPvGPpYHM2UZZXEVw/s1600-h/IMGP5306.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4kvP8JgMwxtt0831worgBXt_ZRbGDThs4T1v8ro5W8iAO1vtvCD3O84tgQP4CHmXsVqUJsHzjxH57b7RNmvikYlFJKtg1PDYNqsx8xnJyUpRX-6T4W1wK_r5fx9TPvGPpYHM2UZZXEVw/s400/IMGP5306.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyBdaWFrLJpe9QIoGzkdbR7H3liUTgh8i2oW-2Ag6NuBCYzeW2J7yMKqF6FtlKhAOesqLh6KrEyQXHli2lm' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Tashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00677819887916782813noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568172413564055561.post-23341667643195233912009-04-18T09:32:00.000-07:002009-04-18T09:37:42.798-07:00Sadness, Easter, and Anniversary all rolled in one...<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;">As you probably all know my grandfather passed away last week. It was very <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">devastating</span>. It all started last Tuesday the 11<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span>. My mom got a phone call,in the afternoon while we were swimming, from the hospital. They said my grandpa got into a serious accident. When we got there, they had decided to life flight him up north due to his injuries. He had brain <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">trauma and his brain was swelling</span>, broken femur, and several fracture ribs and broken ones that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">punctured</span> both lungs. He was on a breathing machine when I saw him. His accident was in the news because he kind of stopped traffic on I-15 south right at the beginning of the Gorge. So all of my family left the night very late. I had to stay because I didn't have our truck and I had to start a new job on Friday. So I got to say my goodbyes in the ER before they took him. It was very hard for me because my grandpa and I always hit heads. So seeing this man who intimated me all my life, laying there broken and so fragile.<br />So the next two days were really hard. Harder than I thought it would be. But I was all by myself with my kids with no family and no husband. I called every two hours for those two days. Then on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Thursday</span> they told me that they had decided to take him of life support. And when they did he died within 5 minutes. The only man I knew as grandpa had passed away. I was very grateful when I got the news that I was with a very good <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">friend</span> and his wife. They made it seem okay. But that night was one of the longest nights of my life.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijFHwV-hrZnJlp-ze7Ms3bu6O8TNqdSmasPpXDTUWziuoxUJgFeBJWsj3qlR1QhFeT9euKN9rfDqUsVOSMF-FvNLt3rj05nOzVmt7c6eun5Lssqsa1cUBIIf8QmeMlONjY8Sy8t3Iq3nE/s1600-h/April+2009.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijFHwV-hrZnJlp-ze7Ms3bu6O8TNqdSmasPpXDTUWziuoxUJgFeBJWsj3qlR1QhFeT9euKN9rfDqUsVOSMF-FvNLt3rj05nOzVmt7c6eun5Lssqsa1cUBIIf8QmeMlONjY8Sy8t3Iq3nE/s400/April+2009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />So, all my family came back on Friday and Saturday because they chose to have the viewing on Sunday and the funeral on Monday. Saturday well all went to Chuck-o-Rama in memory of my grandpa because he loved that place. And all of us wore on his shirts. He loved his wildlife animal shirts! We also just hung out and went through stuff of his and cried and laughed, watched home videos and so forth. We also colored eggs and did our traditional Easter Egg hunt. We do it at dark. So the kids have flash lights and hunt for the treasures in a park. Cash was so fun. He kept screaming, "EGGS!" He had a good time.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhisp5eMcSTHs4ybFwTfhFsffKAtysG9ssdXbtP50BGxL7EPSeaO4HJT6nGpleIHqCLjXk119bi20v1ZZovIfsVsEDc2DeP4HeOMlqSVdc7M9tIG4Qg4fbYZKOQExh9mJIccnVIeowuwNA/s1600-h/April+20091.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhisp5eMcSTHs4ybFwTfhFsffKAtysG9ssdXbtP50BGxL7EPSeaO4HJT6nGpleIHqCLjXk119bi20v1ZZovIfsVsEDc2DeP4HeOMlqSVdc7M9tIG4Qg4fbYZKOQExh9mJIccnVIeowuwNA/s400/April+20091.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Sunday was Easter, of course. My kids woke up and started for the candy. Gabby loved to try to break the eggs open. We got ready and went to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">viewing</span>. It was really hard for me to walk by his body. I don't do well with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">corpses</span>. The reason for it is that when I was 12, my sister and I found my other grandpa dead in his bed. Not a very good memory. So I have a hard time with the dead. It was a pleasant time with everyone there. My daughter got a lot of attention with her glasses. Cash and most of the other kids were in the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">nursery</span> room. I forgot to mention that it was Ben and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">I's</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">anniversary</span> that day. Six long years for us! We didn't get to celebrate it and I am okay with that because it was not the time. So we are tonight.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-hCtnVPp5qBLqdpd9NQZ0J6gHM_HIWpBhczsipLK4zFXgKmTAkFDU832M00YpWufNLsV27jQbe54JqpC7XcooDaaOy-9iQ42xmSNxdUDl0FrY1jiMaWIWwtx6XfALrkyf5YiHyx5oYFY/s1600-h/April+20092.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-hCtnVPp5qBLqdpd9NQZ0J6gHM_HIWpBhczsipLK4zFXgKmTAkFDU832M00YpWufNLsV27jQbe54JqpC7XcooDaaOy-9iQ42xmSNxdUDl0FrY1jiMaWIWwtx6XfALrkyf5YiHyx5oYFY/s400/April+20092.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Then Monday was the funeral. I had to work in the morning then I meet up with Ben and the kids at his moms house. The funeral was beautiful. I want to let one person know that his speech really touched me. Larry, when you said goodbye I lost it. I know where you come from and even know that it was not all fun and games with grandpa, he still has a huge impact on us. I love you Larry and Shannon. You mean so much to our little family. Thank you for all that you have done for us.<br />Anyways, my kids were the loudest and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">naughtiest</span> of all the kids. Cash almost knocked the coffin over. Go figure! At the burial site they did a 21 gun <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">solute a</span>nd the folded the flag. It was really hard when they did that. Military funeral's are always harder for me. So we all put a flower on the grave for him. I also found out that day that my son has the chicken pox. Yay for me!<br />I just want to say that I loved my grandpa with all my heart! He made a difference in this world. And one thing that I will never forget was that he loved my children. And he was so happy and glowing when he saw my children. That made up all the hard times between him and I. He always kept bugging Ben to take him to Alaska. So I was planning a trip for those two to go.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsgYVZiPL5-ElnBh136fhAQKeI9MvZzMF70VfBBvV0Y66STHXsCYK_DyrFiR8mtJ_dc4Yt8Jlke5VfV_-Y2zrw2GHAqB8h5_LeOwbWzZgvwO_Tl4syCWjbMi2RO_JQVnXQQqH1YAQV1BQ/s1600-h/Ben's+Alaska+Trip+July+2007+%2841%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsgYVZiPL5-ElnBh136fhAQKeI9MvZzMF70VfBBvV0Y66STHXsCYK_DyrFiR8mtJ_dc4Yt8Jlke5VfV_-Y2zrw2GHAqB8h5_LeOwbWzZgvwO_Tl4syCWjbMi2RO_JQVnXQQqH1YAQV1BQ/s400/Ben's+Alaska+Trip+July+2007+%2841%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326070924800617010" border="0" /></a>Here is to you <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">grandpa</span>, a sunset in Alaska. I love you so very much. I will miss you. (My sister made a video of my grandpa that I can't top. Just click the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Dockstader</span> family.)<br /></div><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Tashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00677819887916782813noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568172413564055561.post-66735835259505841352009-04-04T14:43:00.000-07:002009-04-04T14:50:33.057-07:00Spring and Family<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc_BxTtpy4rg9XX7tV9tpVA5wpO0WQUtPuJelZz163fHZxA7sXlXiAut_ltODsDPYJzjtLQlWx4Ven76fqSuDhTlIB3pCrBDAiO4w_8hdvzRO8a5MnjIYq4Z7D_p1AQC5Tiwh-OByEgoE/s1600-h/IMGP5253.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc_BxTtpy4rg9XX7tV9tpVA5wpO0WQUtPuJelZz163fHZxA7sXlXiAut_ltODsDPYJzjtLQlWx4Ven76fqSuDhTlIB3pCrBDAiO4w_8hdvzRO8a5MnjIYq4Z7D_p1AQC5Tiwh-OByEgoE/s400/IMGP5253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320956380928246418" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw9UqzRvW5ICKJiWQjcdJ0Sp0DZuQ8Q19FHMv8KJHb4nDb3O96YRKcXkxwDmBZltzP3ZTdqWlVC4f9VV5DbqgZ8TpjNnwNcMzWK5pTEBkSSBuBTjHKri82txfAQ3hXy2eNmxl6U_so5vU/s1600-h/IMGP5248.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw9UqzRvW5ICKJiWQjcdJ0Sp0DZuQ8Q19FHMv8KJHb4nDb3O96YRKcXkxwDmBZltzP3ZTdqWlVC4f9VV5DbqgZ8TpjNnwNcMzWK5pTEBkSSBuBTjHKri82txfAQ3hXy2eNmxl6U_so5vU/s400/IMGP5248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320956378125770882" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Me, Gabby, Ashtyn, McKenna, Branson, Cash, Donnavon, Jayden, JaNeil</span></span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEircREL8aQESduQHU2nMYkez7xIaLwImwRQj-7cSrhk1uKwrbGWLbKUXfQxA17gJLIOmpNr2ai2FmW0nT-libtuKrrd1OAcsg9PPaqU8AC2hQTLXar6F6IssZP5l8fyhtsX9dCW1PuN228/s1600-h/IMGP5238.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEircREL8aQESduQHU2nMYkez7xIaLwImwRQj-7cSrhk1uKwrbGWLbKUXfQxA17gJLIOmpNr2ai2FmW0nT-libtuKrrd1OAcsg9PPaqU8AC2hQTLXar6F6IssZP5l8fyhtsX9dCW1PuN228/s400/IMGP5238.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Well, this last weekend some of my family came down. The Strong's and all there kids, but one. And my Aunt Karen and her kids. It was a good weekend. We went to Town Square and let the kids get their feet wet. And, of course, my son loves water. He couldn't even wait to get his suit on to get in. And Gabby had fun, too. The water was cold but the kids didn't mind. That is really the most exciting thing we did. The rest of the time we spent with my grandma. She is not doing well and she doesn't leave the house. So we spent a lot of time in the house. We went through old pictures. Some really neat old pictures. We found this one of my great great great grandpa working on the rail roads. It was a good time.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwZa1C_HyVaoZY0JUBWmpbZ_xKFZSlo-YcTLG5zE8Zm4epPuY4qx7r5A7XsUNeckbSmo4lnAa7G5kBp25Y_2xEuvFAOq7T2ed1aLnGRmptznh1ZKGWQVh3ntptpfGjT9NyTDnBB7c6MzY/s1600-h/IMGP5239.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwZa1C_HyVaoZY0JUBWmpbZ_xKFZSlo-YcTLG5zE8Zm4epPuY4qx7r5A7XsUNeckbSmo4lnAa7G5kBp25Y_2xEuvFAOq7T2ed1aLnGRmptznh1ZKGWQVh3ntptpfGjT9NyTDnBB7c6MzY/s400/IMGP5239.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Monday, I took the kids for their shots and Gabby's 1 year check-up. Cash didn't even cry. And he is growing well. He had an ear infection, though. I didn't even know. And well, Gabby gave us a scare. She has not gained weight for 3 months now. So the doctor wanted to do blood tests. So on top of her shots she had to get blood drawn. We found out that everything was okay. We just have to take her in every month to check her weight. She is only 17.5 lbs. She is in the lower 4 percentile. We also went to the eye doctor and he said we won't be needing surgery on her eyes. The glasses work. So for now she has to do the patch and for the rest of her life she will have glasses or contacts. So all in all good news.<br />But on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Thursday</span> after lunch when Gabby woke up, she wouldn't stop throwing up. She has been real sick with a fever of 102 or higher. But this morning she woke up and kept her small amount of liquid and food down. So hopefully she is on the mend. Cash, I am glad to report is potty trained. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Yay</span> for Cash! The only thing we are working on is his night time stuff. He is getting better at waking up and letting me know he needs to go. I don't expect his night time potty training to be complete for a couple months. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKhYOQeQH34G0kvvqeccHLzD_8M0W-0n3KhV5JxDBEPTrgeaKiO_Ll-YmvPA9k8oppxic6zp1p_eCYMvVRBt57CyKWO_83zE4QvgolLfOOS8XEmz4AiCbslssAwXGFubSZvx2LDt3PQsc/s1600-h/IMGP5242.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKhYOQeQH34G0kvvqeccHLzD_8M0W-0n3KhV5JxDBEPTrgeaKiO_Ll-YmvPA9k8oppxic6zp1p_eCYMvVRBt57CyKWO_83zE4QvgolLfOOS8XEmz4AiCbslssAwXGFubSZvx2LDt3PQsc/s400/IMGP5242.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvCa2_m5kZ7pwthpxWgwyCZJW7e3H5Sdpka256I0ApITd-JH69ej4-R_69wEGJxqokNSspZX0G0qEjKgmJQpcutiRlsXjgeKOPnS86Ll90srbbH8KfrgI_wFkGc9YrwFExN1WevQD9nmc/s1600-h/IMGP5244.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvCa2_m5kZ7pwthpxWgwyCZJW7e3H5Sdpka256I0ApITd-JH69ej4-R_69wEGJxqokNSspZX0G0qEjKgmJQpcutiRlsXjgeKOPnS86Ll90srbbH8KfrgI_wFkGc9YrwFExN1WevQD9nmc/s400/IMGP5244.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Tashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00677819887916782813noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568172413564055561.post-21367693386775137282009-03-21T19:29:00.000-07:002009-03-21T19:58:01.747-07:00More Pics<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFIKgx3RJa32GNlEW8QLp5uwWRtQlGNPmC0Q7wEUZv6OwseEEELz70d3o8POUdZ6TXGVSI6VSsjAvgwkqpUx2dCrhP62gzsxjhg4R0SNx_PZ-5nlGxVlPdUOhgpyJog9iWSrmtq7Tkqms/s1600-h/IMGP5192.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFIKgx3RJa32GNlEW8QLp5uwWRtQlGNPmC0Q7wEUZv6OwseEEELz70d3o8POUdZ6TXGVSI6VSsjAvgwkqpUx2dCrhP62gzsxjhg4R0SNx_PZ-5nlGxVlPdUOhgpyJog9iWSrmtq7Tkqms/s400/IMGP5192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315840286698166962" border="0" /></a>Cash, Gabby, and mommy on zoo train.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwnePv1sJVi4mKUYIysT8irNWqyShEi0iglNk0WRXy00ud5qVPUfKQSaUtg4Kl5y_5C4SP2eJZw8sgtYZqMsafm7fbxI6-oPdpyfmlBnNzRxrPYLl1b-qWVP_s_ScyVRn5E_Ykot7gM84/s1600-h/IMGP5197.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwnePv1sJVi4mKUYIysT8irNWqyShEi0iglNk0WRXy00ud5qVPUfKQSaUtg4Kl5y_5C4SP2eJZw8sgtYZqMsafm7fbxI6-oPdpyfmlBnNzRxrPYLl1b-qWVP_s_ScyVRn5E_Ykot7gM84/s400/IMGP5197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315840283311135458" border="0" /></a>Gabby and Cash with the treats that Aunt Kandiss gave them.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSgOtVAcYtYsrriR_NUp9EjAqBkbIoMnZZ0TKCUlNW_KkjkZCyuVvHC-fjGwjiB4iurSQ3dvkIXYcL76s5XjFQNTzqXvtmv-eN-9H2_TfbW9JJa2MxgikNlYtnf7kw-Nku6vnFfGn8UNQ/s1600-h/IMGP5199.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSgOtVAcYtYsrriR_NUp9EjAqBkbIoMnZZ0TKCUlNW_KkjkZCyuVvHC-fjGwjiB4iurSQ3dvkIXYcL76s5XjFQNTzqXvtmv-eN-9H2_TfbW9JJa2MxgikNlYtnf7kw-Nku6vnFfGn8UNQ/s400/IMGP5199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315840272102306658" border="0" /></a>Cash and Sydney causing trouble.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipATDGltT0vgopvNU4RvQyHpNVd9U5i0YJ0XS3tyV3SBObfJ-izh-3vGLRWpHb_cDWY1AwdbT2U5DyDPCgW1mGvuLORnhj7sitGsAsEk36pdzwxGXMhHosOG2D6zTAkBP93mzIjL8rxh4/s1600-h/IMGP5200.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipATDGltT0vgopvNU4RvQyHpNVd9U5i0YJ0XS3tyV3SBObfJ-izh-3vGLRWpHb_cDWY1AwdbT2U5DyDPCgW1mGvuLORnhj7sitGsAsEk36pdzwxGXMhHosOG2D6zTAkBP93mzIjL8rxh4/s400/IMGP5200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315838275672375330" border="0" /></a>Mommy stressed out at the wedding.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRRqourE60jXNEvy5NE8rhOsKFC9JHs25iAVEc1gyWJe7MjlB8_6T011cCP2HQ2m8zoa9RGEgySd81SUAUxpIEzWZztpChmNp8SUWdgE6dFiOj61oe9XJfNbFQmHITaWmFd8E9QgYQmlE/s1600-h/IMGP5202.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRRqourE60jXNEvy5NE8rhOsKFC9JHs25iAVEc1gyWJe7MjlB8_6T011cCP2HQ2m8zoa9RGEgySd81SUAUxpIEzWZztpChmNp8SUWdgE6dFiOj61oe9XJfNbFQmHITaWmFd8E9QgYQmlE/s400/IMGP5202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315838274259560578" border="0" /></a>Kids and I at the wedding.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI0AxMah9zXvx5_kEHYpN1rwMT_9PDBFYECL1Lrbvd8jsVz79V63kKCmXLN5M5C9ZOJhyHA_dJUOAh90PC0guxEiidIzQT3PojBQ73QekHHzkDXLqq-GxGNAmt3Mo-yJTeUKW5s_-ZJ0E/s1600-h/IMGP5208.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI0AxMah9zXvx5_kEHYpN1rwMT_9PDBFYECL1Lrbvd8jsVz79V63kKCmXLN5M5C9ZOJhyHA_dJUOAh90PC0guxEiidIzQT3PojBQ73QekHHzkDXLqq-GxGNAmt3Mo-yJTeUKW5s_-ZJ0E/s400/IMGP5208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315838270135313442" border="0" /></a>Cash helping Gabby open her presents.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpETwgW52E-_L-Y9va73NwjlrKOHmCtkGQfwQDN7s7dtRQgctZcwKLwO1ePnTXCQFY0ou9c09N4DFjBWwnINJeRad_EpA1D92vaFNv8IsdU-SOz4rRHasSzSJQk4sxuZ4DOETWrH78u04/s1600-h/IMGP5222.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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YUMMY! Give me a kiss!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo-zpQ-ftjWauzYdxqGZpb0k3Bi-ypbLQVwmZ7rYLDdpKd4rBJJKF62lVKsdy0otTMJdIV_SXZAUiDZspn95sHMbS98Q28Bd2_iNUblqseN2oO5fT-_gNxizD8AgoHtH-kJ3wK8SgGyhk/s1600-h/IMGP5226.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo-zpQ-ftjWauzYdxqGZpb0k3Bi-ypbLQVwmZ7rYLDdpKd4rBJJKF62lVKsdy0otTMJdIV_SXZAUiDZspn95sHMbS98Q28Bd2_iNUblqseN2oO5fT-_gNxizD8AgoHtH-kJ3wK8SgGyhk/s400/IMGP5226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315835189625407618" border="0" /></a> Gabby and her bath in the sink after cake.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4-d6A01zg3QW4DwmHjMHyjND-Hmo6WO5WBJdMqwly32sZ2Gq96dov1zkf-adbULEync_0MR1hUqNMRbxftQ2nRciF_sTr8PoxsvoGZrrzeTqmcPW2i5_JsfstxLgfDg96aMspEuDs7D4/s1600-h/IMGP5232.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4-d6A01zg3QW4DwmHjMHyjND-Hmo6WO5WBJdMqwly32sZ2Gq96dov1zkf-adbULEync_0MR1hUqNMRbxftQ2nRciF_sTr8PoxsvoGZrrzeTqmcPW2i5_JsfstxLgfDg96aMspEuDs7D4/s400/IMGP5232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315835182348521506" border="0" /></a> Daddy and Cash<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9TXJ6y1ei-C7No94f8LgQ7y_psdtdJtHT7dvzPUH9qMKHKdQIDT4HJAXZ9aunuQP0zuG8gbGvhv4tCaVUKCvL83tO-Wf1_Sn1svdz_eLIC1r2TDOMav4vJpb-Qtx8vWmd-Ra-wvRy8Kk/s1600-h/IMGP5230.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9TXJ6y1ei-C7No94f8LgQ7y_psdtdJtHT7dvzPUH9qMKHKdQIDT4HJAXZ9aunuQP0zuG8gbGvhv4tCaVUKCvL83tO-Wf1_Sn1svdz_eLIC1r2TDOMav4vJpb-Qtx8vWmd-Ra-wvRy8Kk/s400/IMGP5230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315835182264643714" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtFC09te7Vkc_z4La5ry54GpwQkJWKXb2qtazjz3Z7qGqawCb7iIC50CxsHkeyDE4XY_gw21KdHh209W2SEirBqG5BSjoDYkFF6tlArL4TpVswq_m7xkTOhHIcfvm5ZpEBLJ2kjE5tdj8/s1600-h/IMGP5235.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtFC09te7Vkc_z4La5ry54GpwQkJWKXb2qtazjz3Z7qGqawCb7iIC50CxsHkeyDE4XY_gw21KdHh209W2SEirBqG5BSjoDYkFF6tlArL4TpVswq_m7xkTOhHIcfvm5ZpEBLJ2kjE5tdj8/s400/IMGP5235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315835170739362002" border="0" /></a> Cash and his dumper going down the slide.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSDWhqhKzx1uBRSx-mPGvAxM9JS-yGoTh4Xw2pcpr5hwTjZDtajvqM9brDxPQe9ZwPr8GgC8c8w-zd3CqfDkY4WgqVeHOFYVlHupVpKH2AZRg5guEwWdpmCA5xfi14qPIpQTGVlF2FAls/s1600-h/IMGP5234.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSDWhqhKzx1uBRSx-mPGvAxM9JS-yGoTh4Xw2pcpr5hwTjZDtajvqM9brDxPQe9ZwPr8GgC8c8w-zd3CqfDkY4WgqVeHOFYVlHupVpKH2AZRg5guEwWdpmCA5xfi14qPIpQTGVlF2FAls/s400/IMGP5234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315835162657023714" border="0" /></a> Gabby enjoying the park.<br /></div>Tashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00677819887916782813noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7568172413564055561.post-82086009493884988512009-03-21T18:45:00.000-07:002009-03-21T18:52:14.372-07:00Happy 1st Birthday Gabby! (And a very busy couple weeks)...<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh08werL7ox-x_gOVFVA63b7lbZpHyxcXSgCqA-XoK6EPj8sDy4p1hGrlPCRolFfY_oK27t5rEJ_OLBvtMK1Fj7kSh0jdxZ00KCHIf5JLeKXhLmQBnW8y9ssOoMWNae_9T6vf4q3YQIaUY/s1600-h/IMGP5194.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh08werL7ox-x_gOVFVA63b7lbZpHyxcXSgCqA-XoK6EPj8sDy4p1hGrlPCRolFfY_oK27t5rEJ_OLBvtMK1Fj7kSh0jdxZ00KCHIf5JLeKXhLmQBnW8y9ssOoMWNae_9T6vf4q3YQIaUY/s400/IMGP5194.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Gabby's 1st sucker!<br /><br />Well, our spitfire, of a daughter just had her first birthday yesterday. We didn't do a whole lot because Ben didn't get home until after her bed time. So my parents and I went to dinner and went to my grandmas house to have cake with my Uncle Josh and his family. She wasn't a very happy girl on her birthday because on Thursday she had an accident. She had hit her head and we had to go to the emergency room (always so FUN!) They did a CAT Scan. She was really good, they didn't even have to give her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">meds</span> to knock her out for the scan. They said everything was good except that she had a concussion and to watch her. Well, it was a hard night for her and yesterday morning she vomited a couple times. And the rest of the day she cried a lot. And wanted to be held. When we had cake she was so funny. She mashed it into her toes even. So we threw her in the sink to rinse her off.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj3DPoLdf5ICZNgMmjQmTWOWcD96f7wCdkaEtYBhRM0fgdIpn-lN0183NcNqCY5NLEZNCcjnh3yDVEggSnCThnpEXUOS4LkNcPI7iCt0Opgljlh6yDBWSztCKbvr-33Rvx8zJbk1wEveE/s1600-h/IMGP5205.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj3DPoLdf5ICZNgMmjQmTWOWcD96f7wCdkaEtYBhRM0fgdIpn-lN0183NcNqCY5NLEZNCcjnh3yDVEggSnCThnpEXUOS4LkNcPI7iCt0Opgljlh6yDBWSztCKbvr-33Rvx8zJbk1wEveE/s400/IMGP5205.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Cash, mommy, and Gabby with her new toy.<br /><br />Today, we went to the Hidden Valley Park to continue Gabby's celebration. It is a very nice park. It even has a splash pad. Cash went nuts, as usual and the kids had time to spend with their dad. Gabby enjoyed it, too. All in all it was good 1st birthday for her.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6JzwVUPegRoSQc8jTa44UCd5Mf4C6dfKAa5mep1VtSSn9Db6P0grhQYfAaaWOJwLl0KxL8alMQiV7ZTXJGl5-3SdbaEYb4_gKmjGcGWbVSwzC97gXv5WRjgttXoy6iwhOR007GefX-4w/s1600-h/IMGP5207.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6JzwVUPegRoSQc8jTa44UCd5Mf4C6dfKAa5mep1VtSSn9Db6P0grhQYfAaaWOJwLl0KxL8alMQiV7ZTXJGl5-3SdbaEYb4_gKmjGcGWbVSwzC97gXv5WRjgttXoy6iwhOR007GefX-4w/s400/IMGP5207.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Gabby eating her presents.<br /><br />I just have to say that when I first found out that I was pregnant with my daughter I was not very happy. Now all that is said and done, my life would not be complete without her. She is a fighter and a very sensitive girl. She is a carbon copy of me (so every one says) and I am terrified of that. But I am so proud of her and the accomplishments this little girl has over come in her first year of life. So I know that she got at least one good thing from me and that is that she is <span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">tough</span> cookie and can overcome anything. So here is to you my little girl. And HAPPY BIRTHDAY!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhuqUtIF6tVNucCbkCJ0yS-8UTxVqEcdnb8J0QnZYJ8DPijXn2D5UoroqQ0Pbk5QNPAr-d2SDgzLrtKtWafApofbBXlNLRLPaoVJoAQdgAGw_-7EZx6zppuHgcURUXnWBDNqsahHTY0AM/s1600-h/IMGP5215.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhuqUtIF6tVNucCbkCJ0yS-8UTxVqEcdnb8J0QnZYJ8DPijXn2D5UoroqQ0Pbk5QNPAr-d2SDgzLrtKtWafApofbBXlNLRLPaoVJoAQdgAGw_-7EZx6zppuHgcURUXnWBDNqsahHTY0AM/s400/IMGP5215.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />My family (some are missing) about to eat cake<br /><br />Okay, now for the last couple weeks. Well, to start off I started potty training Cash. He has done so well. He is potty trained when it comes to the peeing part (except for nights). The other, well, that is not working out so well. But, I guess time will only tell. PRAY FOR SOONER!<br />Second, we had the opportunity to go up and really spend some time with my sister and her two awesome kids. We went to the zoo and it was great because there was nobody there. It was cold but not freezing but not WARM! We rode the carousel and Cash DID NOT like it. But as for the train he was all about it. Gabby, even liked the train. And we also went to my cousins wedding. I am so excited for you, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Jessse</span>. Hope it goes well for you. We didn't stay long because my daughter was so done. I would say so were ALL the other kids. I would say it was one of my favorite visits. My sister helped me with Gabby and her glasses. Now she keeps them on. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">YAY</span>! And she gave her lots of treats that I have not. Like her first sucker and she loves them! I want you to know, Kandiss, that I love you even though we don't see eye to eye. You are awesome and a great example to me and my children and I love your two little ones. And Cash just worships your two girls, too. Sydney, is his little buddy. Even though they get into LOTS of trouble.<br />For being really busy and stressed out these last couple weeks, I am just starting to understand the word MOTHERHOOD! With that I love my children with all my heart, mind and body and never trade being a mom in for anything!!! (More pictures are on the next entry.)</div><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Tashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00677819887916782813noreply@blogger.com0