tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81577302169565049102023-11-16T04:18:03.054-08:00We're all about family!Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194020194056282896noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157730216956504910.post-8748060442644276042010-11-28T13:12:00.000-08:002010-11-28T13:28:55.454-08:00Yummy Cheesecake!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4vgXwIs-MVwsMvhe-PL-58TcS5HTx1mQuUkSjjVf_OQD2bZFT3dr2SLUuhrjehnDYgBIiERsJ359iIrwXFJnwcyjA3TfXDOANwdxBJ-NjQsMNgjNpctIZqdDHEXBvphkGdQSazMxejgSl/s1600/39128.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544715527166971858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4vgXwIs-MVwsMvhe-PL-58TcS5HTx1mQuUkSjjVf_OQD2bZFT3dr2SLUuhrjehnDYgBIiERsJ359iIrwXFJnwcyjA3TfXDOANwdxBJ-NjQsMNgjNpctIZqdDHEXBvphkGdQSazMxejgSl/s400/39128.jpg" /></a><br /><div>As some of you know that I've been doing a weight loss challenge for the last 8 weeks through NW Nutrition, a friends company and it's been going great. Last week at class we got a couple recipes that I've tried and thought I would pass along. One is for the best cheesecake ever...seriously (I didn't even know I liked cheesecake). I think that they got it from Chuck's produce (I didn't know they had recipes)...anyhow I hope you enjoy. </div><br /><div><em>The New Cheesecake</em></div><br /><div>2 cups low fat (2%) small curd cottage cheese</div><br /><div>8 ounces light cream cheese or fat free</div><br /><div>3 eggs</div><br /><div>1 cup sugar or sugar substitute (ie Stevia)</div><br /><div>1 Tablespoon Vanilla extract</div><br /><div>1 1/2 teaspoons strained lemon juice</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Equipment:</div><br /><div>One 8" cheese cake pan or eight or nine 4 or 5 ounce souffle or custard cups.</div><br /><div>Instructions:</div><br /><div>1. Position rack in lower third of oven and preheat to 350'. Put a kettle of water on for Step 4. </div><br /><div>2. Process cottage cheese in a food processor for 2 1/2 to 3 minutes, or until silky smooth, scraping the sides of the bowl once or twice as necessary. Set aside.</div><br /><div>3. In a small microwave safe bowl, soften the cream cheese on high for about 30 seconds in microwave. Stir until smooth, scrape into the processor. Add the eggs, sugar, vanilla, and lemon juice. Pulse until incorporated and perfectly smooth. Do not over process. Pour into cheesecake pan or divide evenly into cups.</div><br /><div>4. Slide oven rack way out. Place the cheesecake pan or custard cups in a badking dish and set on oven rack. (I used a cookie sheet) Carefully pour boiling water around the pan to a depth of about 1 inch. Slide oven rack in gently to avoic sloshing water. (I spilled a little of my hot water into the cheesecake...so be careful during this step)</div><br /><div>Bake cheesecake until it has puffed up and risen slightly and is just beginning to shinrg from the edges of the pan, about 40 to 45 minutes. (25 to 30 minutes for cups)</div><br /><div>Remove cheesecake from water bath and cool on a rack. When completely cool, cove rand chill for at least 12 hours or up to 2 days before serving. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Nutrition info: (if you use the light cream cheese and the real sugar)</div><div>Calories per serving: 204</div><div>Fat: 7.4</div><div>Protein: 10.7</div><div>Carbs: 24 </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194020194056282896noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157730216956504910.post-60088156976582408482010-10-21T18:11:00.001-07:002010-10-21T18:14:22.235-07:00Pumpkin Patch<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLMlVrg3HX2gugMejMXhD3ZGL7bRStcjLAyTKRBP4CgOyJ-fM7UeB6acnepUW69HRJwYt64HEVj7vox5vqXUeFHMOC-LcUtB8u0Skr6aEEp6eWgpw25BTMnwbS_YA_bEZLRAPOXlbmx8M8/s1600/10182010+099.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530672483535275602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLMlVrg3HX2gugMejMXhD3ZGL7bRStcjLAyTKRBP4CgOyJ-fM7UeB6acnepUW69HRJwYt64HEVj7vox5vqXUeFHMOC-LcUtB8u0Skr6aEEp6eWgpw25BTMnwbS_YA_bEZLRAPOXlbmx8M8/s400/10182010+099.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVj7EI3Zd3y2Lhs_E4oTelTShQekPnYsPYGbWq8YhIhWEh9CWXPspjojjEXHy8V7WIFtrkxFU7r1y7iweKmAb-hBOs2olrYAV4DOR45khz1tWnt0PC8IWms0QW8cgQSJKY96S3gpKAfePO/s1600/10182010+095.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530672475380963330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVj7EI3Zd3y2Lhs_E4oTelTShQekPnYsPYGbWq8YhIhWEh9CWXPspjojjEXHy8V7WIFtrkxFU7r1y7iweKmAb-hBOs2olrYAV4DOR45khz1tWnt0PC8IWms0QW8cgQSJKY96S3gpKAfePO/s400/10182010+095.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBgOq0nJb9nrDszf8vdcAARQB6Ex23-OvE3MEGU26vzmZt03Nq0SwZNJL9ipDHb8cNul3_h7yUoiIYzHg7cka2Ooor3926Jml0psNYUcKakT3s2UmAt_0bX4UxmL2OQXJIUV3igmKWIuxz/s1600/10182010+110.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530672471551181730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBgOq0nJb9nrDszf8vdcAARQB6Ex23-OvE3MEGU26vzmZt03Nq0SwZNJL9ipDHb8cNul3_h7yUoiIYzHg7cka2Ooor3926Jml0psNYUcKakT3s2UmAt_0bX4UxmL2OQXJIUV3igmKWIuxz/s400/10182010+110.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194020194056282896noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157730216956504910.post-1855654386004344382010-09-26T12:44:00.001-07:002010-09-26T12:52:12.094-07:00Friendship<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLKdEtyF-TDjRgkf0WvFoVCDT0YHDCpaf8ZDH4jq7euBimyHvrStBb6NmKBA79jLflBH0sgrU9QYv0K-Mp43W8WQkWXtP5ymDdaAOf5ziQusjOrB93K6MShlL4rAEbRi7VCkMUUq1oWaOj/s1600/girl+reunion+pic+summer+2010.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 388px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521312294152321042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLKdEtyF-TDjRgkf0WvFoVCDT0YHDCpaf8ZDH4jq7euBimyHvrStBb6NmKBA79jLflBH0sgrU9QYv0K-Mp43W8WQkWXtP5ymDdaAOf5ziQusjOrB93K6MShlL4rAEbRi7VCkMUUq1oWaOj/s400/girl+reunion+pic+summer+2010.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I just read the book, The Girls From Ames; a recommendation from my friend Christy Wagener. I thought it was a great book, and it reminded me of all my friends from high school who I truly view as my closest friends. So here's to all of you (because you're the only ones that read my blog anyway). I love you Megs, Christy Wagener, Ambs, Saah, Kymmy, Pie, Kath, and Joc. I love our friendships and am thankful to have you all in my life. </div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194020194056282896noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157730216956504910.post-77756626647723905102010-07-29T15:34:00.000-07:002010-07-29T15:40:35.911-07:00My boyYesterday Andrew and I spent some time looking at pictures of when he was a baby. It brought back so many memories, things you forget about in your day to day. So here are a few pics of my baby boy. I am such a lucky mama.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcEz3-ViXriUjuuycgfghtKp_c6tKzXmE83CtbM1gLg9AgF9zMTm21PyoMQh7FERDAsKuZgvg3JUiezkIxsA4GMnwZnbt-cYRJnxFV5uscytncZv2GH3H-Z1efhMgnt2360FbRoRR4J5BD/s1600/August+06+043.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/AVvXsEjcEz3-ViXriUjuuycgfghtKp_c6tKzXmE83CtbM1gLg9AgF9zMTm21PyoMQh7FERDAsKuZgvg3JUiezkIxsA4GMnwZnbt-cYRJnxFV5uscytncZv2GH3H-Z1efhMgnt2360FbRoRR4J5BD/s400/August+06+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499461532004420882" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRZ-tOhG0NevoZi6nExnQ7ABaROKNGIpCg6SzSfpIwFbOL4QqUOprP-24jvkMYGSIhmA1XSGuA_tQeHXKf9XjxepQqun165o1Uge-NR-4k-KrqEUrqu_xSj2dit0-i3eecQvxFxVfCFiJV/s1600/Kralj+Kid+007.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/AVvXsEiRZ-tOhG0NevoZi6nExnQ7ABaROKNGIpCg6SzSfpIwFbOL4QqUOprP-24jvkMYGSIhmA1XSGuA_tQeHXKf9XjxepQqun165o1Uge-NR-4k-KrqEUrqu_xSj2dit0-i3eecQvxFxVfCFiJV/s400/Kralj+Kid+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499461522737018946" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3vfl44W3eQX4LOsm9WPhheVkVWZFgKcqVnthx23wJ38AU7ULV574S4tYfRpTgcwzapvFbf_8KjjEUW0rjhf67fClg1VZqDCoxpdcYY7658yD4-C6v9mlLvLBRQQ3zNUoYBh72eHG4J2eS/s1600/DSC03619.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/AVvXsEj3vfl44W3eQX4LOsm9WPhheVkVWZFgKcqVnthx23wJ38AU7ULV574S4tYfRpTgcwzapvFbf_8KjjEUW0rjhf67fClg1VZqDCoxpdcYY7658yD4-C6v9mlLvLBRQQ3zNUoYBh72eHG4J2eS/s400/DSC03619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499461518245805570" border="0" /></a>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194020194056282896noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157730216956504910.post-43029657738878937672010-07-24T16:34:00.000-07:002010-07-24T16:40:50.685-07:00Tae Kwon Do & Lolo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz-o-340USQCDi3vi38S_U0siQQC0oFtxvQgB1BR9ZJXHX0gRJxNc-T9oaNUN0hDm1QSwLX8Y6wDr0hcQtNLYf01Aq0xgonO0JnccOHgoesCs88sufp75zCJ5FR8CXtDjJGDI0Bg29P6G0/s1600/07242010+142.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/AVvXsEjz-o-340USQCDi3vi38S_U0siQQC0oFtxvQgB1BR9ZJXHX0gRJxNc-T9oaNUN0hDm1QSwLX8Y6wDr0hcQtNLYf01Aq0xgonO0JnccOHgoesCs88sufp75zCJ5FR8CXtDjJGDI0Bg29P6G0/s400/07242010+142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497621685235044770" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQuvdo71NhY5pS1BMF2a5uRVtK92bpWtJsdvW4OzaDG59mf_BBrGXfNGFdsBWzHaKSB3nOprlEwlxbuZ024Nrek_PqPW5xhZAs2hCs47-tm9DyzrsFW-L6pBlTjMk2tQ626iLbCdPN0WSh/s1600/07242010+152.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/AVvXsEiQuvdo71NhY5pS1BMF2a5uRVtK92bpWtJsdvW4OzaDG59mf_BBrGXfNGFdsBWzHaKSB3nOprlEwlxbuZ024Nrek_PqPW5xhZAs2hCs47-tm9DyzrsFW-L6pBlTjMk2tQ626iLbCdPN0WSh/s400/07242010+152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497621084601343602" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghB4jbOh55a5EBbpvNnIX_Mt9RP9rqHuX67HGQqJ6oR29a0QGsZv7cFeUIQWk3Se-XfpTiOZCVYldNfjQLtL92Wt5xc7vs3lNEDbaKxBigR54UNIDF2OPPkGYDnY0Z7ATyqxEnsdZSz6-x/s1600/07242010+151.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/AVvXsEghB4jbOh55a5EBbpvNnIX_Mt9RP9rqHuX67HGQqJ6oR29a0QGsZv7cFeUIQWk3Se-XfpTiOZCVYldNfjQLtL92Wt5xc7vs3lNEDbaKxBigR54UNIDF2OPPkGYDnY0Z7ATyqxEnsdZSz6-x/s400/07242010+151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497621075978556306" border="0" /></a><br />Andrew started Tae Kwon Do this week, and let's just say it's super cute.<br />He probably understood about 10% of what he was supposed to do...but still so cute. I think I like the uniform best of all. He did get to break a board though (he was super excited). I got the pics in the wrong order...but you get it.<br />The pic is of his individual lesson; and now he's in his Tiny Tigers class. It's great.<br /><br />On another note: Lauren is officially potty trained. She's done so well. I look back and read my post and think, "Why was I so worried?" She has grown up so much in the last two months. She gave her binky to the babies and is potty trained. I think my house is officially empty of babies and I'm not sure how I feel about that.<br /><br />PS-I'm not happy about how the pics are in this order and not where I want them to be but I don't have time to deal.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194020194056282896noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157730216956504910.post-41691199852971664012010-07-06T17:24:00.000-07:002010-07-06T17:39:47.137-07:00Yes, I'm updating.I know.<br />I know.<br />I know.<br />Get over it, I'm finally posting again. (At this point no one may be reading because it's been so long they don't check to see if I've posted...but whatever I'm moving on)<br /><br />As I sit and type I'm in Sunriver Oregon. It's beautiful outside, warm and lovely. And yet I'm inside with my daughter, who I am ATTEMPTING to potty train. Now don't get me wrong we've been outside on the deck and inside but I HAVEN'T LEFT THE HOUSE. My husband is out and about. I am not. And you may ask how is it going? Well let me tell you; not well. I'm 1 for 4. Right. The one success we had today was actually number 2. (I know a lot of details) The other 4 fails have all been pee. I'm pondering the should I give it up question. Not so sure at this point. What I do know is that come September she needs to be potty trained because I've paid for pre-school and she HAS to be potty trained. I'm trying not to freak out. My new mantra is who cares if she pees or poops her pants? I don't. Then the minute she does I seem to care.<br /><br />On to other topics that I don't "care" about. My son Andrew. Oh my how he's getting so big. This morning he had his first tennis lesson, he'll be doing swimming lessons on his own this summer, VBS at church, and starting on a soccer team in the fall. What's happening? It's like he's reached the age where he can do things on his own. In some ways I'm so thankful and in some ways it makes me sad. To be honest at this point though I'm pretty thankful, because he seems to need my attention all the time. When he's at camps, playing, swimming, etc someone else can give him their attention for a minute and give me a break. We've started a new rest time system and it's worked for the last 7 days (yes I'm counting). He spends 1/2 hour in the play room quietly playing, the next 1/2 hour he can have a video of some kind. He gets one pass to get up and talk to me. He can use the pass whenever he wants, but once he uses it that's it. If he's able to do this he earns a sticker. After 5 stickers he gets some kind of special treat, the first success was ice cream with him and I. (Special treat for mommy too). We happened to be in Sunriver so we went to Goodies. Oh so yummy. This seems to be working well, and I get one hour of time to myself. One whole hour. Hold your applause.<br /><br />As for Nick, he's busy busy at work. He's still working even though we're on vacation. That's why I have this computer right now. Thanks BCI. He's been working out pretty hard, thinking about a bike race in August and one in October. We're celebrating our 6th wedding anniversary this Friday the 9th. It's my year to plan it (I have even years he has odd). Not sure what we'll do yet, I have a few ideas but am open to suggestions. I think we're going to have the whole day/evening because he'll still be on vacation. We'll have the kids for the morning and then my mother-in-law will be taking them. (Thank you Kathy) Suggestions?<br /><br />Lastly, I've been running quite a bit with a friend. I'm contemplating a 1/2 marathon at the end of July and one in October. Not too sure. Today I ran and thought I might die after 4 miles so that's not a good sign for a 1/2. We'll see. It's good for me to have a goal to look forward to. In other random news I'm thinking about going to my natural hair color; with a few highlights. For those that know me well (and I'm hoping that's anyone that reads my blog) I haven't had my natural hair color since I was 13. Yes, I did type that correctly. I'm not quite sure what I want to do. Right now my hair is looking fairly crappy because it's been forever since I colored it (trying to save money) and thought I could stretch it out. WRONG. So now the question is, what to do. I've seriously thought about emailing my hair dresser all my thoughts so that when I go in next week we don't have to spend too much time talking. Obsessed much Lindsey? And as I've been at church lately I've realized I have a very controlling personality and am trying to work on not always having a system. Not sure how it's going considering all the controlling things within this one post. <br /><br />Well for those of you that wanted it, there it is. An update. Aren't you glad you spent time reading this. Oh and I think I have an addiction to Facebook. With that, goodnight all.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194020194056282896noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157730216956504910.post-18695856464012655812010-04-18T13:02:00.000-07:002010-04-18T13:05:19.883-07:00Our new house!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkHrWwD-hbwRnU_LnzmnJMnV_GyoPLvbzeE5gu-ooa4btX8Fq_Hs46vSr2pVBI1QTtHEJOT-A7oFAhv6WHz1-Je1g757JeEdUzp1O-JZDCB5hea4nAToMXA04TZ70oVhVVd3K-NYv_KCi7/s1600/04182010+028.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/AVvXsEjkHrWwD-hbwRnU_LnzmnJMnV_GyoPLvbzeE5gu-ooa4btX8Fq_Hs46vSr2pVBI1QTtHEJOT-A7oFAhv6WHz1-Je1g757JeEdUzp1O-JZDCB5hea4nAToMXA04TZ70oVhVVd3K-NYv_KCi7/s400/04182010+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461570675338407250" border="0" /></a>So I'm finally getting around to posting a picture of our new house. We love it. We are finally beginning to feel like it's our home. We feel very blessed and thankful to have a house. One of these days we may get around to having a house warming party...but stop on by if you're in the neighborhood. By the way our neighborhood is Deer Creek in Camas.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194020194056282896noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157730216956504910.post-65179298377691132522009-12-22T09:23:00.000-08:002009-12-22T09:49:05.768-08:00This is for the moms out there.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtHW2WV5fNBuVJLvvJkwa17NkfZH-s4NHM6OKNbfMA9_f71l_UGsIXLHzBV0VVZrz5lW2eKY-u9TtkJHHoD1-PuT0Io8f1DhyusHeLQ61_LN5xjHWGd0j8ACcvNoGioiK6b-oIK90t3qWB/s1600-h/12082009+093.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtHW2WV5fNBuVJLvvJkwa17NkfZH-s4NHM6OKNbfMA9_f71l_UGsIXLHzBV0VVZrz5lW2eKY-u9TtkJHHoD1-PuT0Io8f1DhyusHeLQ61_LN5xjHWGd0j8ACcvNoGioiK6b-oIK90t3qWB/s400/12082009+093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418118581395706770" border="0" /></a>Happy Holidays. This will be my Christmas Card this year...you can probably figure out why. I'll plan on sending out a we've moved card when we finally get our new house. For now, sit back and enjoy the story. <br /><br />Here's a little background for you before the story I believe it will help you feel sorry for me so I want you to know before the story begins. Yesterday Lauren had a doctor appointment for her ears at 4pm in Vancouver near our old house. Now I've been to this doctor several times, so I knew that when the appointment was at 4, that really meant more like 4:30pm if we were lucky. It's two parts; hearing test and then see the doctor to discuss results. I had worked all day. (yes it's Christmas break...teachers still work because we have too much to do!) The kids had been at daycare, and it was a decent day. Did I mention I live in Gresham with my in-laws? That will be important for the story.<br /><br />When I picked Andrew up I could tell he was tired, it was 3:40pm and he had no nap. Lauren had just had a big poopie diaper according to our daycare provider and was ready to go. I'm thinking okay we're set. As I was putting Lauren in the car he was playing in the side gravel drive (he's never done that before). When it was time for him to get in the car he came running and I thought no big deal. We headed off. Things were going well, we were on time and all was good.<br /><br />About 7 minutes before getting to the doctor Andrew informs me he has poop on his hand and his shoe...hmmm how is this possible? I was driving on the highway so as he's FREAKING out I say, we'll take care of it when we get to the doctor, just hang on. We sing a few songs and he manages to calm down. When we get to the doctor I pull a wipe out and sure enough there's poop on Andrew's hand and ALL over the bottom of his shoe. Awesome. I calmly clean it up and tell him not to touch anything until I say it's okay. We get Lauren out and head into the doctor.<br /><br />After we check in we promptly go into the bathroom where I make Andrew scrub his hands for 5 minutes. At this point I'm thinking okay, this isn't the end of the world. I'm just sweating a little...I'm handling it. I pick up Lauren and carry her back to the waiting room and as I do I feel her do a big pooh in her diaper. Okay. I can handle it.<br />She's been having a little trouble lately so I give her about 10 more minutes to make sure she's done. Sure enough she has a few more moments to fill her diaper. I think okay, I'll wait to change it when we get back to our private room.<br /><br />I grab the diaper bag and go through it to find a diaper and the wipes. And then I realize...NO DIAPERS. That's right, none. Fantastic. I'm now sweating copious amounts. I have no diapers, it's 4:15pm and we haven't even been seen by the hearing test doctor, and we live in GRESHAM. Did I mention that? That means that it's going to take me about 40 minutes to get home. Okay what am I going to do? I'm beginning to smell Lauren in the waiting room as I'm sure everyone else is.<br /><br />Quickly I think I'll call Krathbu because her mom's in town and I know she has diapers. So I give her a call, her mom is out running errands. Of course she is. However...Krathbu told me she had been gone awhile so she expected her soon. She told me she would call as soon as she got home. Okay, I tell the receptionist that a friend will be bringing me a diaper and could she please bring it to me ASAP if I'm back with the doctor. She smiles and says sure...I'm sure she was thinking good grief lady what is wrong with you?<br /><br />We get called back for the hearing test. As we're getting ready for it, my phone rings. There's krathbu. We do the test, and I go back out to the waiting room call katie and she's on her way. Thank you Lord! Seriously. Luckily she came while I was still waiting to see the doctor. So then I was able to change Lolo as soon as we got back to our private room. She only had to sit in it for about 40 minutes. Nice.<br /><br />During the visit with the doctor the kids were eating gold fish because it's 5pm and they haven't had a snack since lunch. I'm eating them as well. :) The bad news about 3 fell on the ground. One which Andrew ate off the ground after I told him not to in front of the doctor. The other two made it into the trash, where my daughter proceeded to take one out of the garbage and eat it as I'm trying to talk to the doctor. Seriously. Seriously. The man probably thought oh lady good luck to you.<br /><br />That's about where the evening ended. To be totally honest I stayed very calm, did not get angry, did not yell, did not cry, did not freak out. Pretty good for me I would say. I owe a HUGE thanks to Katie for rescuing me and bringing me diapers in the mist of your own chaos. Oh my. Good times. Happy Holidays to you all. Love ya!Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194020194056282896noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157730216956504910.post-28748368539910259842009-10-10T18:48:00.000-07:002009-10-10T19:03:48.281-07:00Changes are hereIt's been awhile. I check my blog everyday to see if people have posted. I realized that the toilet is probably getting old to look at. I thought it might be time for an update. I don't have pictures to post...need to get better at that. If you're interested in what's new with us, keep reading. If not well...pics to come soon...for now enjoy.<br />Well we're moving...in with my in-laws. Our house has sold and we have to be out by the end of the month. Today we began the momentous task of packing. I can't say we got to far, considering we got about 2 boxes done. We did some really good talking about it though. I think somewhere down the road we'll be close to putting this whole thing into action. <br />We've got an offer on a house but it's a short sale. If you're familiar with this you'll know that it can be quite a long process. We're not exactly sure what to expect, but we're hoping that we'll know some answers sooner rather than later. The house is down the street from where we live now. It would be really great to get the extra space. It needs new flooring throughout and paint. I would love to do the counter tops, landscape, and built in bookshelves all at the same time-but we're not made of money. And it doesn't grow on trees. <br />The kids are doing great. Andrew is in Montessori school here in Vancouver, and it's so wonderful. We went to a parent night last week and learned about his day, and the philosophy behind the education. We are so happy with his teacher and he seems to be adapting to his new surroundings. He still cries everyday that I drop him off, but his teacher has assured me he stops crying quickly. He's been invited to a birthday for a boy in his class next week and he's quite excited about going. <br />When asked what he wants to be for Halloween he's decided Sammy Stroughter. For those of you who don't know anything about this-my son thinks he is Sammy Stroughter. Sammy is currently in his first season as a Tampa Bay Buccaneer. He graduated from Oregon State last year. So we're in the market for a football helmet. He pretty much has the other gear necessary. His papa has supplied him with quite a few OSU football jerseys. <br />Lauren is getting quite big. She's grown up so much it makes me sad. She loves to sing Baa Baa Black Sheep and Itsy Bitsy Spider. She'll tell you which one she wants and if you sing the wrong one she yells at you until you stop. She's a complete reader. She'll read alone or with you, I don't really think she has a preference. The other day we noticed she shut herself in her bedroom. We finally opened the door about 15 minutes later and we found her in her tent, with her head on her pillow reading a book quietly to herself. She's quite independent like that. (And I love her for it.) As I'm typing now she's thumbing through a dinosaur book (and Andrew is playing football of course). <br />Lauren has her doctor appointment for her 18 month check next week. It's late due to some miscommunication between me and the Dr. office ( I blame them). She is very sure of what she wants. She will tell you with her words if she can. She's trying very hard to talk with us...but many things sound alike. She loves to sing her ABCs. Not too many of the letters sound right, but she has the rthym and tone correct for the whole song. Our daycare provider likes to call her Bossy Bessy (in the most loving way), Lolo likes to have control over things and people everywhere she goes. I blame Nick. <br />I'm excited fall is here, but a little sad because I can't decorate my house the way I usually do. I'm also feeling a little sad because I don't know if I'll have Thanksgiving and Christmas in my own house...but I feel very lucky that we have a place to live and that we'll hopefully be getting into a great home. <br />I hope to post some pictures soon. For now that is the latest and greatest. I hope you all enjoy the season with your family and loved ones.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194020194056282896noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157730216956504910.post-64625125314254001502009-09-06T13:47:00.001-07:002009-09-06T13:51:32.724-07:00Two posts in one<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6GexN76SsK4vHzcUcCbRWDNUjgp32fmH-OKNFuYN39RGvSHHG0gfK2k38NuUMouOr8Nvql4V-fCAOFD1ADVmFhRXmZh-LdJh4ubDFpmV3Edmgx5KDivPO_pja1KBJoZyUQ-n_j_KOgIqR/s1600-h/09062009+012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6GexN76SsK4vHzcUcCbRWDNUjgp32fmH-OKNFuYN39RGvSHHG0gfK2k38NuUMouOr8Nvql4V-fCAOFD1ADVmFhRXmZh-LdJh4ubDFpmV3Edmgx5KDivPO_pja1KBJoZyUQ-n_j_KOgIqR/s400/09062009+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378459219094032274" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidizmF9GvE-euKMz0awOVCn2JqMHlX-TYb6jRadjQzQRgHCGjDAKzclTHKp1qmwm9-1s62UJROBqnkaEViAx8In9ecU16MAy6nmZ4RDHDhl0OIIibdCCZRBAcvLxrUNdkWP6EAYAiTyJHf/s1600-h/09062009+011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidizmF9GvE-euKMz0awOVCn2JqMHlX-TYb6jRadjQzQRgHCGjDAKzclTHKp1qmwm9-1s62UJROBqnkaEViAx8In9ecU16MAy6nmZ4RDHDhl0OIIibdCCZRBAcvLxrUNdkWP6EAYAiTyJHf/s400/09062009+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378459209798869314" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBQ-QpVajB2iwwcnGkNUc2wu4JgjgLInegwyP0Hhi-T-AdglDGArt5N-c8AF7VwkOWJRyvvucIMFV4ZreJWGn-XJIkJ4QvaNZ-Rhnl_7SjYeAYHV7OYzAmF5MnRZO8y-vpU6IvMbV3aU-I/s1600-h/09062009+008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBQ-QpVajB2iwwcnGkNUc2wu4JgjgLInegwyP0Hhi-T-AdglDGArt5N-c8AF7VwkOWJRyvvucIMFV4ZreJWGn-XJIkJ4QvaNZ-Rhnl_7SjYeAYHV7OYzAmF5MnRZO8y-vpU6IvMbV3aU-I/s400/09062009+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378459200875140930" border="0" /></a><br />AWESOME! This is what I found when I walked into my bathroom last night before bed. <br /><br /><br />After showing Nick this lovely present, we could only deduce that our precious little GIRL had been having some fun earlier in the day.<br /><br /><br />Apparently while on daddy duty Lauren was left unattended in the back of our house, near our bathroom. This is what we've learned from leaving her unattended. I think next time daddy duty rolls around he'll make sure and close the bathroom doors, because it wasn't a tone of fun for him to clean up. <br /><br />Side note: Andrew did not ever do anything like this...hmmm...not sure what to think of our little girl.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194020194056282896noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157730216956504910.post-70252375612753200682009-09-06T13:43:00.000-07:002009-09-06T13:47:23.655-07:00Two posts in one<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKbDGlGCfda8Ao15s3ovAYqYyCMpY37Nzq3VURxtbZLLvXaE68cRiMqPux_HQ4ArZtV7-vAzSXXGxeDpblODDwDLq5vos-tpL01c0BFZfRI1XRNT3v3j9PBjs5fSIxYv3RFrlekn97BAxm/s1600-h/09062009+015.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/AVvXsEiKbDGlGCfda8Ao15s3ovAYqYyCMpY37Nzq3VURxtbZLLvXaE68cRiMqPux_HQ4ArZtV7-vAzSXXGxeDpblODDwDLq5vos-tpL01c0BFZfRI1XRNT3v3j9PBjs5fSIxYv3RFrlekn97BAxm/s400/09062009+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378458765516004610" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAXJ8ML275JeqvH2f8Jdtjp2g282OAH3Bq-FW9ybYLORjK4dhh2LWzyzLCLl8LWZJT5Se7RfW2wDajq5oSmA7v-AGUpS9II6EDTP_1rStmauOggEX94fve9Q4hIBX5RNfhVPU95PSOzdFF/s1600-h/09062009+014.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/AVvXsEhAXJ8ML275JeqvH2f8Jdtjp2g282OAH3Bq-FW9ybYLORjK4dhh2LWzyzLCLl8LWZJT5Se7RfW2wDajq5oSmA7v-AGUpS9II6EDTP_1rStmauOggEX94fve9Q4hIBX5RNfhVPU95PSOzdFF/s400/09062009+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378458758719166354" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi23bnTxnD9AxgPz0-Sv5Gi2QeIVAJOvs6yx-r8StojiiiL3gOOX013kP5xgwDyPrxkZblGB0himxVrx3zdrZZZlZG8qRA4N4UnVGcGdu2b9uFztP8r9QRz-OtZMEBSEWlIefPkPeUN3FKE/s1600-h/09062009+013.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/AVvXsEi23bnTxnD9AxgPz0-Sv5Gi2QeIVAJOvs6yx-r8StojiiiL3gOOX013kP5xgwDyPrxkZblGB0himxVrx3zdrZZZlZG8qRA4N4UnVGcGdu2b9uFztP8r9QRz-OtZMEBSEWlIefPkPeUN3FKE/s400/09062009+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378458748284344610" border="0" /></a><br />They are the cutest. This was them this morning playing in the garage by themselves before church. When I walked in Andrew told me, "We're taking care of the baby right now. Can we have one more minute?" What's a mommy to say? Of course you can! They really are starting to become good friends. Except for when Andrew pushes her down and Lolo tries to bite him. :)Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194020194056282896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157730216956504910.post-51444113479573058342009-08-20T09:31:00.000-07:002009-08-20T09:34:04.999-07:00<img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/HP_ADM%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/HP_ADM%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/HP_ADM%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" />Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194020194056282896noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157730216956504910.post-58056645614580235922009-08-10T19:40:00.000-07:002009-08-10T19:44:50.483-07:00Update with a few pics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOCv7HooJrFlJ6_bLaijpR_croJSFoUAhKMrnYRP2E-OhqGMlLB2KKL7Unn47jJ9CM-3DibeW4sK41uSmWNasFWaTapxpaqNwFO6nPd7LmsJIwGzDBi3bpb3VrbSVWpAn2MvntCFdljwCR/s1600-h/08082009+005.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/AVvXsEiOCv7HooJrFlJ6_bLaijpR_croJSFoUAhKMrnYRP2E-OhqGMlLB2KKL7Unn47jJ9CM-3DibeW4sK41uSmWNasFWaTapxpaqNwFO6nPd7LmsJIwGzDBi3bpb3VrbSVWpAn2MvntCFdljwCR/s400/08082009+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368531061568285858" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiINn_xF-SLHuDRMS7NKVz9iPPFSizgHvqQqFpYb2lkCb4jMl4cBnTygmzqhRrv8kXXGN-BjcWzgTjNuYHeNmecPwQDoIdAL7o3XtiGUWBA5GmlQlmc_IJwtvMaN0TFDCogKZELJVP4swaF/s1600-h/08082009+009.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/AVvXsEiINn_xF-SLHuDRMS7NKVz9iPPFSizgHvqQqFpYb2lkCb4jMl4cBnTygmzqhRrv8kXXGN-BjcWzgTjNuYHeNmecPwQDoIdAL7o3XtiGUWBA5GmlQlmc_IJwtvMaN0TFDCogKZELJVP4swaF/s400/08082009+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368531052163658466" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsgrhInjt8qJlpThMBqKA65wSmPNy68-Bvi6LzRRaTGD6JkN0FdVuWsfq_zHFIuKhbWnGns8wrEPnBrquzrZzjZCLVdDgOrYvD6AiCtnqluXYkJSFGPYdrfV6GDSRoXPe5ktP1g_PvqEDb/s1600-h/08082009+003.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/AVvXsEjsgrhInjt8qJlpThMBqKA65wSmPNy68-Bvi6LzRRaTGD6JkN0FdVuWsfq_zHFIuKhbWnGns8wrEPnBrquzrZzjZCLVdDgOrYvD6AiCtnqluXYkJSFGPYdrfV6GDSRoXPe5ktP1g_PvqEDb/s400/08082009+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368531040269076098" border="0" /></a>Typical Saturday morning. Lots of playing. Andrew dressed up as someone. Lolo being proud of herself that she can get up on the bed and back down. Good times. <br />Lots of things to post about but feeling quite tired. I'll do something worth reading in awhile. Summer is winding down and I'm not sure how I feel about it. More on that later.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194020194056282896noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157730216956504910.post-4366558811538786322009-07-21T13:32:00.000-07:002009-07-21T13:40:13.649-07:00Summer fun!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizf6MVQLG7kRHgcJ96Ds2SodSFAth9CmIWUl8HqpBFyOBRnEACgUrg7IBIQOcqinTLHcs1GMn6i265WZsQNDjUVb-xqkscBbIoKwWhKVJ-7HyFziJZVuS4Iy2T7jKGiNjpQFQIL4HCFgY-/s1600-h/07122009+004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizf6MVQLG7kRHgcJ96Ds2SodSFAth9CmIWUl8HqpBFyOBRnEACgUrg7IBIQOcqinTLHcs1GMn6i265WZsQNDjUVb-xqkscBbIoKwWhKVJ-7HyFziJZVuS4Iy2T7jKGiNjpQFQIL4HCFgY-/s400/07122009+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361014690677374082" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5evZ2cK_ikAPMyofRNvKndcglDE-FXdTDoblc4q-sLks_66SLi4dnPrPULLQmmVb5wbGQzi2BzBDz-kYp1D2v47jotCPxIfp5fWNNkdFPPfth6ys9Hb5QbP4gumtYfV9aNDbPM2p1g9Vc/s1600-h/07122009+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5evZ2cK_ikAPMyofRNvKndcglDE-FXdTDoblc4q-sLks_66SLi4dnPrPULLQmmVb5wbGQzi2BzBDz-kYp1D2v47jotCPxIfp5fWNNkdFPPfth6ys9Hb5QbP4gumtYfV9aNDbPM2p1g9Vc/s400/07122009+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361014685396630178" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoed4UZnMm2pNRYOKIs-6CR2_RrSSAZtp93uogXrR3RmVjeG7JlsfwZr2FpzdX4_9H_P_bigST49eqTDaClvLzOY75aw5iRmf0COuu0QWnRL0GQlbpvMff86pN2loOmLeEf-nwlkyGRa6C/s1600-h/07052009+058.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoed4UZnMm2pNRYOKIs-6CR2_RrSSAZtp93uogXrR3RmVjeG7JlsfwZr2FpzdX4_9H_P_bigST49eqTDaClvLzOY75aw5iRmf0COuu0QWnRL0GQlbpvMff86pN2loOmLeEf-nwlkyGRa6C/s400/07052009+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361014675703907250" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYRgOsIWuT9REdK_rV3E64NZVRARMVEmpGjjWqdBE79pNUyaEqGTywAnMH5sSvJ_viCoLauc90ZgJf4Qz35YzYXoklLYQ5_qMMCHJ6Bi7HQfXkvbF305f91QowjpHFe8hJG6ZVG_nYimwV/s1600-h/07052009+046.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYRgOsIWuT9REdK_rV3E64NZVRARMVEmpGjjWqdBE79pNUyaEqGTywAnMH5sSvJ_viCoLauc90ZgJf4Qz35YzYXoklLYQ5_qMMCHJ6Bi7HQfXkvbF305f91QowjpHFe8hJG6ZVG_nYimwV/s400/07052009+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361014668197797090" border="0" /></a><br />Here is Andrew riding on his bike. He's gotten pretty darn good. I want you all to notice that in the pic below he's scratching his bottom. Yes, yes he is.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Here's Lolo and Andrew at the annual Fireman's picnic for 4th of July in Sunriver. Lots of fun, and no loud fireworks! It's my kind of fourth. Later on in the evening Lauren was complimented by a complete stranger that said, "Best 4th of July dress I've seen all day." That's right, she was super cute. Sorry Andrew, you didn't have any cute duds. I'll work on that for next year.<br /><br />And of course I had to get the shot of daddy reading to the kiddos on our vacation in Sunriver. Super cute. They LOVE their daddy, and think he's just about the greatest. We had such a great time. I want to go again, right now in fact!Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194020194056282896noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157730216956504910.post-56324248161682932412009-07-08T22:18:00.000-07:002009-07-08T22:24:16.365-07:00Hey mom look at this...That's what Andrew said to me on Tuesday morning as I was dropping him off to daycare. So of course I turn and look and what do I see? My 3 year old son flipping me off. Yes folks that's right. Here's how mommy handled this one...<br />A: Look I can do 1 like this. <br />L: You know that's not a very nice way of saying number one. Let's just do it the normal way. <br />A: Yeah, I'll just do it like this when we're at home.<br />L: Good, no problem.<br /> Thinking in my head, please don't flip everyone off at daycare and teach your other 3 year old friends how to do it. <br />Well, not even 3 hours later I go to get him, and what do you know, he's shown everyone! SUPER!<br />The best part is, (Sarah you'll love this) my daycare provider asked him who showed him how to do it and he said, my mom's friend Sarah showed my mom and then she showed me. Yes, that's right. Sarah you get the blame. You can pay for my therapy now. <br /><br />PS-I would love to post a picture of this (because he is so proud) however I'm really trying not to encourage it. Sorry folks you'll just have to use your imagination.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194020194056282896noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157730216956504910.post-15371825043918498312009-07-05T21:15:00.000-07:002009-07-05T21:16:37.632-07:00Beautiful!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxXn1EMLMFp3bt6H-K8DoCpgwoBSA8IhaeW3Om9cDqv_w-_g3RhvcfY-4ev8nPs7YMk7s_0DuPuhRV221MWcnrjTlM-k2a8A0zQpDCJGZ3MvmviZfE_ON5Kjs6cD6RVbxot0qkhdsgOC2c/s1600-h/07052009+004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxXn1EMLMFp3bt6H-K8DoCpgwoBSA8IhaeW3Om9cDqv_w-_g3RhvcfY-4ev8nPs7YMk7s_0DuPuhRV221MWcnrjTlM-k2a8A0zQpDCJGZ3MvmviZfE_ON5Kjs6cD6RVbxot0qkhdsgOC2c/s400/07052009+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355196259279985730" border="0" /></a><br />I had to post this picture of Lauren Elizabeth. So beautiful.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194020194056282896noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157730216956504910.post-72669237171816990412009-06-23T14:58:00.000-07:002009-06-23T15:11:08.997-07:00SUMMER IS HERE!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP49Fp4S7O0TPiKrcmMkeEp5H2c4ob5kXvKmzAdxi1vnXSYVg6ZQTF9Y7SSIfXOl5_-AkBlAZfnuk6hBLxHsPvFi-OR13vM_80T1LRfK1Ha6pluIFAJ72oAFYa_8PeC0GwR8m0SqM0vaU7/s1600-h/03072009+013+%288%29.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/AVvXsEiP49Fp4S7O0TPiKrcmMkeEp5H2c4ob5kXvKmzAdxi1vnXSYVg6ZQTF9Y7SSIfXOl5_-AkBlAZfnuk6hBLxHsPvFi-OR13vM_80T1LRfK1Ha6pluIFAJ72oAFYa_8PeC0GwR8m0SqM0vaU7/s400/03072009+013+%288%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350646025145701538" border="0" /></a>Yeah summer is finally here. This is how I love to wake up in the morning. I know the pics a bit old, but it hasn't really changed too much. Lolo in her sleep sack and Bobo crawling in her crib every morning. Man I love these two.<br />In following with tradition I say that everyone who reads/follows my blogs makes a what are you doing this summer list. Here's mine so far:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sunriver</span>: Yeah!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Weddings</span>: Seriously so many people are getting married this summer, it's CRaZy!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Relax</span>: Not sure how this one will happen with two kiddos around :)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Read</span>: My book club is in the middle of choosing a new book, any suggestions? And of course professional reading. I don't really want to do it, but I know I should.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Anniversary: </span>It will be 5 years for Nicholas and I this summer. Let's hope he's planning something fabulous, it's his year to make it happen.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Swim lessons for the kiddos: </span>Andrew is old enough now to go in alone, I have to be with Lolo. I can't say I'm really looking forward to getting in the pool in my suit and all. Good times.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Picnics/Hikes:</span> I'm hoping for a few low key weekends where we can hang out as a family. Do some hiking, eating, chillin', you know the good stuff.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sleeping in</span>: Again, not sure when this one will happen with the kiddos around.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Baking/Cooking:</span> I love to bake and cook and try new things. The bad part is I always like to eat all of it as well. I guess I should add one more idea to my list. :(<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Working out:</span> Need I say more?<br /><br />I'm sure there's more to think of. However I should probably get back to playing with Andrew...I've been on the computer for awhile now. Looking forward to reading reading all of your lists for summer...maybe they will give me some ideas.<br /><br />PS-I've just been talked into getting the Easter candy bag down from the top of the fridge to pick something out to eat after dinner...hmmm...why is this bag still in my house? How did I get talked into this? Oh my oh my.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194020194056282896noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157730216956504910.post-40302967705899288202009-05-29T19:17:00.000-07:002009-05-30T17:44:28.434-07:00Picture update<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWOmjcePLUBu9Np4muV_4qZLEDgMH39GoG6RwLKeysM8ttns-Re-jAkCZoa3GMJPqVOb-GzgcVuuUu1FthC4PjwTkBVahJYvp4yDk6JBaK1Gmq_50juYS9SIo9oqR6mw7cnEXwR0XduVcW/s1600-h/05272009+041.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/AVvXsEhWOmjcePLUBu9Np4muV_4qZLEDgMH39GoG6RwLKeysM8ttns-Re-jAkCZoa3GMJPqVOb-GzgcVuuUu1FthC4PjwTkBVahJYvp4yDk6JBaK1Gmq_50juYS9SIo9oqR6mw7cnEXwR0XduVcW/s400/05272009+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341781671032966754" border="0" /></a>This would be what Lauren does when anyone says "No" to her, or really anything else that she doesn't want to hear. What's missing is the loud cry/screams she gives off during this tantrum as well. Interestingly enough she wasn't having a meltdown during this photo...she just went into this position...not sure what to make of that. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbcZw_C0WIZx0TwzZP9I0JCSY13vPvQ3tnbbv98ZJzw1k-Zjcg3DQsMJGJuIP_BqVxgrt6ev8AT9maE9ZsEWMlZpHcqzk3vWBvFsP_MA4Do7_dD30E1FGLEyaILB2_gkSARdFKRR5D434F/s1600-h/05272009+039.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/AVvXsEgbcZw_C0WIZx0TwzZP9I0JCSY13vPvQ3tnbbv98ZJzw1k-Zjcg3DQsMJGJuIP_BqVxgrt6ev8AT9maE9ZsEWMlZpHcqzk3vWBvFsP_MA4Do7_dD30E1FGLEyaILB2_gkSARdFKRR5D434F/s400/05272009+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341781659335609554" border="0" /></a>This picture would be Lolo trying to carry her diaper bag like a purse. She tried for several minutes to make this happen, but eventually gave up. Maybe that's why she went into her position (as shown above). This girl is always keeping me guessing. So darn cute, and yet quite a diva. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6oLEdsm7Pl3VrSj9zDvA0JsFywxqL4Qsg7bRNfAZ-CgOCYddYDlziNF6G7hnNv-9s7bOCP11EGbpxKfrn1Jt61w67clUkEhqW4NSPIaqyNlEf2vDadO1ac4OQybmcQPsWb1gqilwibZI0/s1600-h/05272009+033.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/AVvXsEg6oLEdsm7Pl3VrSj9zDvA0JsFywxqL4Qsg7bRNfAZ-CgOCYddYDlziNF6G7hnNv-9s7bOCP11EGbpxKfrn1Jt61w67clUkEhqW4NSPIaqyNlEf2vDadO1ac4OQybmcQPsWb1gqilwibZI0/s400/05272009+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341436431962498690" border="0" /></a>This picture is from the infamous Dozer Days. Many out there know what I'm referring to. It's a day for kiddos to get their kicks driving and playing around huge equipment. Andrew has been the last 3 years of his life and he LOVES it. This was Lolo's first year...I'm not sure if she's going to be such a big fan. In case you can't tell she's screaming! I love it. How hilarious is that?<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgytFaFK6c99RogeDigmZC8uxIWPI5wpz0LCGmo65212Gff7rjtywkED-tGeFtQle8csoaDgA7vKVukxKzj19-poB91I4a3c0Ma1Rx1-ua8Vl-NvWP1fldLzd_MwevK_rxg3yppoYRU7VmM/s1600-h/05272009+046.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgytFaFK6c99RogeDigmZC8uxIWPI5wpz0LCGmo65212Gff7rjtywkED-tGeFtQle8csoaDgA7vKVukxKzj19-poB91I4a3c0Ma1Rx1-ua8Vl-NvWP1fldLzd_MwevK_rxg3yppoYRU7VmM/s400/05272009+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341435777808311250" border="0" /></a>Does it get any cuter than this? Seriously. This is Andrew in his soccer "uniform". He is not aware that he's not actually on a team, but I don't want to burst his bubble just yet. He's asked to wear this outfit 3 days in a row. Super cute.<br />I must say I think he grew about 5 years over the long Memorial weekend. He looks bigger, talks like he's bigger, and acts bigger. Oh man, I'm not ready for that!Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194020194056282896noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157730216956504910.post-24309209643225367402009-05-03T14:51:00.001-07:002009-05-03T15:05:50.356-07:00Update<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid5tAG7vT1qu7it_lcoPhnUriPG8slcgGHEkQF7Ia2Hy7pVAJAAeUrT5SMvCkpGX467QmBayE2P3pJVyel89XFmu3eDk0y4nYVO6gpPcxijvMDzqImTCwzi79KZJfcCufdYT_0in4HbNpA/s1600-h/04232009+011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid5tAG7vT1qu7it_lcoPhnUriPG8slcgGHEkQF7Ia2Hy7pVAJAAeUrT5SMvCkpGX467QmBayE2P3pJVyel89XFmu3eDk0y4nYVO6gpPcxijvMDzqImTCwzi79KZJfcCufdYT_0in4HbNpA/s200/04232009+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331721302068864946" border="0" /></a>Carter and Andrew at the zoo. Such a fun day! Everyone loved the animals. They were also easy to spot in their matching red tops. :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMkhrAEsUOOR-gbBmYxJK2rUfHPrIw_DMXsaUkJKpkwyL_jZ0FV9U4_eBj_DvlHS0MwFNsVyOnq7xwdozDX1nuNvAkDTfKWvlxJNSJ8RBYau5jnqhm6zrVzHiBYRIXOaSang4k_5KvlyiI/s1600-h/04232009+013.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMkhrAEsUOOR-gbBmYxJK2rUfHPrIw_DMXsaUkJKpkwyL_jZ0FV9U4_eBj_DvlHS0MwFNsVyOnq7xwdozDX1nuNvAkDTfKWvlxJNSJ8RBYau5jnqhm6zrVzHiBYRIXOaSang4k_5KvlyiI/s200/04232009+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331721300628668386" border="0" /></a>Lauren pushing her stroller around in her new dress from Papa. It's about the cutest thing I've ever seen. She will spend hours and hours playing with dolls and strollers. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiOoxaW2EhCqBPHTgTFrlUxLvDN4BrvuByO1gj02WT2ANxNGNdS8MR7XcSmCnIWM5riko5KqW0N9I4OsQFcO_EwIZHnX5AsisncxRlqr-ehRvq1r6O-4N8FLKV2_h45pORmAqe_qtbbIr6/s1600-h/04232009+016.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiOoxaW2EhCqBPHTgTFrlUxLvDN4BrvuByO1gj02WT2ANxNGNdS8MR7XcSmCnIWM5riko5KqW0N9I4OsQFcO_EwIZHnX5AsisncxRlqr-ehRvq1r6O-4N8FLKV2_h45pORmAqe_qtbbIr6/s200/04232009+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331721291707599906" border="0" /></a>Andrew riding his new bike for his birthday. He's getting better each time. What a big boy!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNmB3nRQQ6x6VY7Bfp5sneGrwKzP4UWhEfuZf_r0654Vm290qKJ6SGOSwYIs2IBZkj74xpWlUu0t9JXuLUEp7tsyCFUToVo7qVV6NjZ82qHFQXRRO5d1HX_Jcvvzj5ge-FA_eSbhhpvBlE/s1600-h/04232009+023.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNmB3nRQQ6x6VY7Bfp5sneGrwKzP4UWhEfuZf_r0654Vm290qKJ6SGOSwYIs2IBZkj74xpWlUu0t9JXuLUEp7tsyCFUToVo7qVV6NjZ82qHFQXRRO5d1HX_Jcvvzj5ge-FA_eSbhhpvBlE/s200/04232009+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331721288906918610" border="0" /></a>Andrew using the vacuum hose as his blower...kind of looks like he's shooting Lauren up...hmmm...Lauren loves to show how she is a big girl now and climb in and out of her chair. Seriously, I love these two. <br /><br />Many things have happened since I last blogged. To be quite honest I'm not even sure I remember them all. I wanted to do a quick post though, because it has been quite a long time. The kids are growing up so quickly. It's been really fun to watch them together. Lolo wants to be where her brother is, ALL THE TIME. And Andrew REALLY likes to go into her crib in the morning when she first wakes up. He cries if she wakes up before him, because he likes it that much.<br /><br />Nick and I have been busy at work and with bible studies. Nick only has 3 more weeks of Bible Study Fellowship and then he's done for the summer. Yeah for sleeping in Saturday mornings (but I know he won't sleep in). Our CARE group (bible study from church) is just finishing the book The Five Love Languages. I recommend this book to anyone married or in a relationship. It really helps you understand yourself and how you feel loved, as well as your spouse. It's been great for us. We've also been running a ton getting ready for Pacific Crest at the end of June...we're both not sure which race we'll sign up for, that is yet to be determined!<br /><br />The kids and I have been enjoying the weather outside. Finally, Andrew can go out and play. He wants to constantly be outside. It's great. Our neighbor hooked us up with some pretty cool outside toys and Andrew is enjoying himself. Of course Lo wants to be out there with him...she's not quite ready for it all by herself. She's doing great at walking around, but she takes a seat/fall every now and again.<br /><br />New things for Andrew: He's 3, so he's big now. As he likes to tell me, he's growing up. It makes me a little sad. He looked bigger the day after his birthday. He loves the following: lawn mowing, blowing, anything outside in general, dinosaurs (we've got almost every book published about them), and his sister of course.<br /><br />New things for Lauren: She's walking everywhere...whether or not we like it or not. She doesn't like to be told no, or be careful, or anything where you're basically telling her what to do. She cries. She literally throws herself down on the floor and cries. She LOVES to eat...I'm not sure where she got that from??? She's a big girl and drinks milk from a cup now. No more bottles (yeah!) She can say; mama, dada, doll, dog, and num num. She also signs more for food.<br /><br />Enjoy the pics! Hope all is well.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194020194056282896noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157730216956504910.post-41333546633216809712009-04-05T10:34:00.000-07:002009-04-05T10:41:57.819-07:00We did it!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkE9Eiz4Y4l14AKLZbU99OJ2h_scB00s4ldLSJn1bL1TKwTUXNOAIOXTQjAjQ9k5SoBWCWxqj7yAaz18xjp5mNN4ZgkfScylg7Xktrl9KI-o6qngLt-65bVMHn6DhShjcf4zIA_PKsKmc4/s1600-h/040409+014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkE9Eiz4Y4l14AKLZbU99OJ2h_scB00s4ldLSJn1bL1TKwTUXNOAIOXTQjAjQ9k5SoBWCWxqj7yAaz18xjp5mNN4ZgkfScylg7Xktrl9KI-o6qngLt-65bVMHn6DhShjcf4zIA_PKsKmc4/s200/040409+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321263776969851762" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgLHpGCadyT7BTO3EChMvtzjwzmlloY6tGp81OQZV-MOgEcVNno0fQBxtNvIMMfJi7BUO-VL-Qx7tpk1AXMToQkqirXr8tvSlatCZvW8AjG8YNqM5bmV_a5ffc-NZXaooi4dpErzSmSQ2l/s1600-h/040409+009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgLHpGCadyT7BTO3EChMvtzjwzmlloY6tGp81OQZV-MOgEcVNno0fQBxtNvIMMfJi7BUO-VL-Qx7tpk1AXMToQkqirXr8tvSlatCZvW8AjG8YNqM5bmV_a5ffc-NZXaooi4dpErzSmSQ2l/s200/040409+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321263774949768450" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWeZ1BStuknjnMlblHaZVwUAgAjP-jzGLQqB6_Fcs_9vB6xRqeOxmMTK4wCG5Q9URtTVUe2XGvBUFbal-s5uLJdk18itxkeC0ZBGJMXJsQ4D-4KqPr9g7tmJMCdlaw8nnmFKvH2qkdrOz2/s1600-h/040409+006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWeZ1BStuknjnMlblHaZVwUAgAjP-jzGLQqB6_Fcs_9vB6xRqeOxmMTK4wCG5Q9URtTVUe2XGvBUFbal-s5uLJdk18itxkeC0ZBGJMXJsQ4D-4KqPr9g7tmJMCdlaw8nnmFKvH2qkdrOz2/s200/040409+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321263771358689858" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj86Q2FqTskN0T8pP7W-jIPAJZ510Tjx6RYYAo7KSxI58y9kHgtWUsutV33EgNjHmhhMxyMG_jV6_NySFxEbHD_iM3uHoC79QG7dPHME7tyvmGDUP_5QjgVDlp4cWyCJoZiVuYAU-75jmy/s1600-h/040409+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj86Q2FqTskN0T8pP7W-jIPAJZ510Tjx6RYYAo7KSxI58y9kHgtWUsutV33EgNjHmhhMxyMG_jV6_NySFxEbHD_iM3uHoC79QG7dPHME7tyvmGDUP_5QjgVDlp4cWyCJoZiVuYAU-75jmy/s200/040409+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321263764564860978" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGiE4w8WPW-jGMpTDMmrGYXi-2zjRp4TOMoJzOc23bye8Z2ChzaYht9hIu1tlI32miXTqNob26NA3f8evtUHT7ojb_E2qN0rRZ4z-7T7eFnAUxSKocaeayIgNDQNfbzqv1mWUEMhaVWxXt/s1600-h/040409+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGiE4w8WPW-jGMpTDMmrGYXi-2zjRp4TOMoJzOc23bye8Z2ChzaYht9hIu1tlI32miXTqNob26NA3f8evtUHT7ojb_E2qN0rRZ4z-7T7eFnAUxSKocaeayIgNDQNfbzqv1mWUEMhaVWxXt/s200/040409+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321263762028126050" border="0" /></a><br />Nick, Mark, and I completed the Beaver Freezer Triathlon on Saturday April 4th. It was about 28 degrees when we started out...slightly chilly. Mark and I finally made it out of the pool, and headed out to bike. He of course flew by me on the bike, and I thought to myself that it may never end...but eventually I made it to the run. That was the best part for me.<br />I ended up feeling pretty good when it was done. Nick did great. Mark did great. It was pretty fun really. The best part was eating a nice breakfast afterward. :)<br />Hope you enjoy the picks. The one where you can't tell what it is, is actually me swimming in the pool.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194020194056282896noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157730216956504910.post-14582840143007587902009-03-30T20:03:00.000-07:002009-03-30T20:14:07.302-07:00Lolo's first birthday!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7bmi2T93BPcyCqZykrdfzZZsoSxz10rrreBHdrTBMcUDIiP_FK5-6arK5YIaH4U97zaEIFrq1XzFjMJ8DjDnzidSM6H3cJZ6DR1u8IV3zhGsTmsJuReEXskssR6EWTpixPu0QSsLWAvz6/s1600-h/033009+015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7bmi2T93BPcyCqZykrdfzZZsoSxz10rrreBHdrTBMcUDIiP_FK5-6arK5YIaH4U97zaEIFrq1XzFjMJ8DjDnzidSM6H3cJZ6DR1u8IV3zhGsTmsJuReEXskssR6EWTpixPu0QSsLWAvz6/s320/033009+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319184330492529138" border="0" />Grammy and Grandpa with their birthday hats on. </a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdELc9RhNvFBm9ZFVl3fmQhjvxdLKoNIP4q9tJvaitxBOXGvONwVutOPgJG3zd8_F6zn0MbO_w-G6MCKCLuvJb6cBu2r30AxauosG3rqNtZj7s0qpZy1rXzm1Mr4Qei5Iujw75mpOBtokH/s1600-h/033009+014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdELc9RhNvFBm9ZFVl3fmQhjvxdLKoNIP4q9tJvaitxBOXGvONwVutOPgJG3zd8_F6zn0MbO_w-G6MCKCLuvJb6cBu2r30AxauosG3rqNtZj7s0qpZy1rXzm1Mr4Qei5Iujw75mpOBtokH/s320/033009+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319184332427289410" border="0" />Moggy and Papa showing the birthday spirit.</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkSQYK_KxChG3KhB0Nq3Rlya2ixOjSzJSAVsIV3RR0jTZhr1cw2hWQTs0XcBltfNuo6C05ZWtg43azCQIYvu8V9Z13EBaidK5k5gYY-xU_zg0XvYYSPNWBpA2QCkqyVOGzUboif52oK8ap/s1600-h/033009+016.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkSQYK_KxChG3KhB0Nq3Rlya2ixOjSzJSAVsIV3RR0jTZhr1cw2hWQTs0XcBltfNuo6C05ZWtg43azCQIYvu8V9Z13EBaidK5k5gYY-xU_zg0XvYYSPNWBpA2QCkqyVOGzUboif52oK8ap/s320/033009+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319184323134114114" border="0" />Nana, Papa and the two little ones sporting the princess birthday hats. </a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCzuLNFrUFv62s8y93OdraZP8ElkvHnPNBplzFedNKfG60dZKwviehGxuRLge3DnwQwDh8vAFumWhebnWFyyrNiokBtwCgHbsTM7IAWTflHBlXIlFPih_ahKhO-m92ubBT-fXH1lVqTrJl/s1600-h/033009+011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCzuLNFrUFv62s8y93OdraZP8ElkvHnPNBplzFedNKfG60dZKwviehGxuRLge3DnwQwDh8vAFumWhebnWFyyrNiokBtwCgHbsTM7IAWTflHBlXIlFPih_ahKhO-m92ubBT-fXH1lVqTrJl/s320/033009+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319184317457587570" border="0" /></a>The freakin' cutest one year old out there. Love that girl. <br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZqrx-EpzQc4j6r2eMIFniRaDDTYk7B7YJ1EZrdtI8uy875FJv-jrTVk7A95U-qF5qe47xMxC2Pra9yMxfbwDF2TvzuPcUuxs2-KccYMyIH4QqUzLtasnJrMV9CWBLPdSsCaDEPfpJgBqY/s1600-h/033009+008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZqrx-EpzQc4j6r2eMIFniRaDDTYk7B7YJ1EZrdtI8uy875FJv-jrTVk7A95U-qF5qe47xMxC2Pra9yMxfbwDF2TvzuPcUuxs2-KccYMyIH4QqUzLtasnJrMV9CWBLPdSsCaDEPfpJgBqY/s320/033009+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319183763018409826" border="0" /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></a><br /></div><span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;">Moggy and Lolo with her new stroller and dolly. She LOVES it! </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3QsIEpM6SH1pGgwXYdhv753yHDcenq_TqFF-YI8LBUV-6z5Ac4WNdQ3Cs0BKODgtFJOxzYxveiWQFkgNKcQdj4PBuEC6JuXw2B5LvZ3KF9sl6_KYCbXnjOkbXaiVqetzHK_IqqAT7UCyB/s1600-h/033009+009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3QsIEpM6SH1pGgwXYdhv753yHDcenq_TqFF-YI8LBUV-6z5Ac4WNdQ3Cs0BKODgtFJOxzYxveiWQFkgNKcQdj4PBuEC6JuXw2B5LvZ3KF9sl6_KYCbXnjOkbXaiVqetzHK_IqqAT7UCyB/s320/033009+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319183128559347458" border="0" />The cake. It's a hopscotch polka dot cake. </a> <a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpvAcec5Zao3WPKzGBqjnU1dvIK1hq3aDg_Uc9yDm969U4EALPSE8BevDjJ1BdLI99UCIFkRbDHFdjbSxj8ebQW3_FlC7lkWT_a2J6IEaAjMFrcdfUZ2DDgZmzxI2pGdIdMc0qkyjTIgwE/s1600-h/033009+004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpvAcec5Zao3WPKzGBqjnU1dvIK1hq3aDg_Uc9yDm969U4EALPSE8BevDjJ1BdLI99UCIFkRbDHFdjbSxj8ebQW3_FlC7lkWT_a2J6IEaAjMFrcdfUZ2DDgZmzxI2pGdIdMc0qkyjTIgwE/s320/033009+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319183121996426674" border="0" /></a>Andrew helping "make" the cake. Really he just did a good job of licking the frosting. :)Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194020194056282896noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157730216956504910.post-87799910076506816132009-02-07T14:18:00.001-08:002009-02-07T14:19:12.909-08:00What a fabulous SaturdayIt's been a great day so far. <br />Lolo is better, much better.<br />Andrew is at the in-laws.<br />I had a good run-walk this morning.<br />The sun is shining.<br />I couldn't ask for more.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194020194056282896noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157730216956504910.post-65496655635321134592009-02-02T19:26:00.000-08:002009-02-02T19:31:28.859-08:00Just another day of being a mommy...So another crazy day.<br />I noticed Lauren's bottom looked a little red this weekend, and she was having trouble going poo. So we tried a few different approaches and nothing worked. Today I called the Dr. because her bottom was bleeding when I wiped it (externally). So anyhow, the Dr. wanted to see her today. <br />I made an appointment for her close to when I had to be at work because that's the only thing they had open. Of course they were running behind, and didn't see me until 25 minutes later...by this time you could basically say I was FREAKING OUT! <br />The doctor looked at her and told me that she had a "fishers" which is basically torn skin because her stool was too hard. So he prescribed some stool softener of some sort. Just as I was diapering her up...he noticed that she looked a little too red down there. He took a rectal swap and sure enough she has strep! Yes. That's right folks. Great news for the mom who's already late to work (with no sub) and can't take her daughter to daycare with strep.<br />So, I call my principal crying because at this point I have no idea what to do. She tells me don't worry (which of course I am). She said she would take care of it. With that in mind, I go home. Fill her prescription and attempt to unwind my very stressful body out of all of it's knots. <br />Seriously.<br />Just another day of being a mommy, right?Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194020194056282896noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157730216956504910.post-11417125851448173372009-01-25T14:09:00.001-08:002009-01-25T14:30:57.379-08:00A tribute to Grandma Velma<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbbc3mMtfN9n8szlBgoMGKb5p2l1eT0tv3Pz5CXtmaGrgNL56rFy5nUIoKgPwYx0C-CDiQAm0hpKrnVpfsJhJ0G_GYU9ysRMO_smRogzuGYO0g-alQZfWuX2rqdXLTKjPrLeWMs8KqAdn9/s1600-h/052708+011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbbc3mMtfN9n8szlBgoMGKb5p2l1eT0tv3Pz5CXtmaGrgNL56rFy5nUIoKgPwYx0C-CDiQAm0hpKrnVpfsJhJ0G_GYU9ysRMO_smRogzuGYO0g-alQZfWuX2rqdXLTKjPrLeWMs8KqAdn9/s320/052708+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295362024509554882" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8H5Y6PjX5JMU_0a4N_E3HwHwmnITEk-hWxREl-RJrDxiF-mEhAHgvYvdaIAN2_oT39cVCPwtW1tRKjj8eOHtC455F5jCE-BuT5IaR52K4D7LZCq-_J3tqbC2aHa5qbVCJF_JctcZdXlcw/s1600-h/022507+072.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8H5Y6PjX5JMU_0a4N_E3HwHwmnITEk-hWxREl-RJrDxiF-mEhAHgvYvdaIAN2_oT39cVCPwtW1tRKjj8eOHtC455F5jCE-BuT5IaR52K4D7LZCq-_J3tqbC2aHa5qbVCJF_JctcZdXlcw/s320/022507+072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295362023521180370" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Well for those of you that don't know my grandmother Velma past away on January 6, 2009. She was 94 years young and I couldn't have asked for a better grandma. I thought I would write a little tribute in her honor on my blog. I miss her and want to remember her.<br /><br />Growing up Grandma and I spent a lot of time together. She and Gideon would play games with me for hours. We would play canasta, 7's, and King's corner. I owe all my card skills to my grandma. She often said that I should move to Vegas because I am that good!<br /><br />While she visited at our house she often would rearrange my mother's pantry. She drove me to school in her big (and I really mean the biggest damn car I've ever seen big) green car. She would tell me to pull my hair out of my face. She slept in my room because we didn't have an extra bedroom. She would babysit me while my mom went out with friends. That's when we would play cards.<br /><br />Gideon was always with grandma, he was basically my grandfather growing up. She would always say, "Oh Gideon." I can hear her now. They used to go to the Senior Center in Salem and dance and play cards. They went out to dinner. They loved each other very much.<br /><br />When we would visit grandma she would let me play with her things. I can remember playing a lot of restaurant in her family room. I also played with the fun things in her junk drawer. I swear she saved stuff just for me to play with. She would take me peach picking in the summer. Again, we would roll around in the green car. I remember the white bunny my grandma had for Easter. It's head came off (to put candy inside). My grandma would tell me that the Easter bunny came and filled it up...years later I found the bunny in my grandma's extra room closet.<br /><br />She also had a basement with a ping pong table. My cousin Gina played with me every holiday. I was always trying to find someone to play with me...I think I coaxed everyone in my family into playing at least once with me. I also remember her candy jars. She had one in every room, and it was always full of some kind of goody when we came to visit. Last Christmas (2007) she gave each of us one to have. I think that's the most special gift she ever gave me.<br /><br />I will miss my grandma very much. I remember the last time we saw her. It was 4 days before she passed away. Nick and I took the kids to see her. She was so excited. She told me my hair looked pretty. She was really excited about seeing Lauren, and how big she was. Andrew was just running around and I think she was overwhelmed by how busy he was. I'm so thankful for that visit. I know my grandma is in heaven and I will see her someday. I'm so thankful for her love and all the things she taught me. I love you grandma Velma. :)Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194020194056282896noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157730216956504910.post-9348124133062175042009-01-17T18:47:00.000-08:002009-01-17T18:51:28.591-08:00SickiesOur house if officially filled with sick children. ARGH! I took Lolo to the doctor today and she has viral pneumonia, basically a bad cold with a cough. It's nothing to be freaking out over, but we have to watch her pretty closely and she looks and feels miserable. It's so sad. <br /><br />Today we took our suburban in to get serviced. I was sitting waiting for Nick with a sick Lauren, and Andrew who had to go to the bathroom, and all I wanted to do was go crawl in a bed somewhere and sleep. It's hard to be a mom sometimes. <br /><br />That's about it for us right now. We are just trying to get better, and not go crazy.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194020194056282896noreply@blogger.com4