tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17830335789551113012024-03-13T03:35:24.624-07:00Frogs and Snails and Puppy Dog Tails...that's what little boys are made ofAmandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976156987243721975noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783033578955111301.post-49366614617505709862013-01-03T08:17:00.001-08:002013-01-03T08:17:36.433-08:00He's Here! Our Long awaited Baby Liam is here!<div style="text-align: center;">
Hello All! I know, I know....I'm kind of skipping ahead after not posting for SOOOO long! I still wanna update you on some of our summer and fall happenings, but for now, this is what's happening in our lives! We are excited to announce the birth of our 5th baby boy! Liam Henry Scoubes was born on December 27th 2012. He was 3 weeks early and my biggest baby, weighing in at 8 pounds 8 ounces and 19 inches long. He is a precious rainbow baby and we are immensely grateful and blessed to have him join our family! I know many of you have weathered through the roller coaster of my pregnancy and are just as excited to meet the little man! So thank you for all your love, support, and help through the last few months!</div>
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Here are some of my favorite pics!</div>
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<strong>Liam Henry Scoubes</strong></div>
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Conner holding his new baby brother!</div>
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Dylan looking so proud!</div>
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Oliver looking so tender with Liam</div>
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Aiden loves holding his baby bro!</div>
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The whole fam!</div>
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This picture of all my boys brings tears to my eyes!</div>
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The Scoubes Fab 5! We got our Basketball team :-)</div>
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First night home from the hospital--looking so stinkin adorable!</div>
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Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976156987243721975noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783033578955111301.post-12769394568917647592012-12-30T12:34:00.001-08:002013-01-03T08:40:29.625-08:00Forgot to Post.....But New Ones Coming!!<div style="text-align: center;">
****SIDE NOTE!!!! I started this last April and COMPLETELY forgot I had started it and never posted it. So I'm still gonna post it, but then QUICKLY follow it up with more updated and recent posts :-)</div>
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I guess I should apologize for the crazy long absence I've had from the blogging world--super sorry! The last post you read from me was about my miscarriage. We have tried our best, as a family, to move on. Sometimes moving on implies forgetting, but we definitely haven't forgotten <em>(especially since the baby companies keep sending me coupons and formula and magazines and ....need I go on?!!)</em> However, we do feel like moving on and living our life to the fullest is what is best and actually helps us to be grateful for the heartache. In fact, moving on means I'm training for a half marathon--yes, you heard me right, a HALF MARATHON!! You may be asking me, ARE YOU CRAZY?? And the answer is...probably! But hopefully a good crazy that helps me get healthy and in better shape and gives me something to work towards and look forward to!! But that aside, I hope that through sharing about the miscarriage I have helped someone or touched your heart in someway. </div>
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As much as I'd like to say that by moving on we have happiness bubbling and are full of energy, but that isn't the case<em> (gosh darn it!)</em> I still have my days on the couch, where I struggle getting my butt off of it and wish I could crawl into a hole, but what can ya do but be grateful for the days where I do have the umph and energy to get up and get going!! There are times where I wish were a better mom, but I know my kids are still pretty happy and dealing with the mom they do have. I just hope and pray they don't look back and wish they had a better or more involved mom. With that being said, I would like to share some pics of happenings around the Scoubes home the last few months<em> (that I've been MIA),</em> so you can see we actually have been living life, and a pretty darn good one, at that!!</div>
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My Birthday and Valentine's Day (Breakfast in bed from the boys)</div>
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Oliver's Soccer Team</div>
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Extreme Air Sports</div>
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Dylan's Birthday</div>
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Mother's Day (YES! We found out on Mother's Day we are expecting!!)</div>
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Okay, so that's all for now. Hopefully more to come and updates for summer! Thanks for bearing with me and hanging in with the SCOUBES FAMILY--we love you all!<br />
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Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976156987243721975noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783033578955111301.post-38282494008773071992012-01-31T08:56:00.000-08:002012-01-31T08:57:56.913-08:00A Simple Phrase and a LossOn my last post I know I mentioned trying to figure out my next few blogging adventures. I think I'm gonna try to catch up, but need to get a few things that are happening right now blogged about so I can keep moving forward (in a personal sense). And since also mentioned that I was going through some personal things, I think I'm getting to the point where I can actually talk about some of them. <br />
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Probably the number one thing I'm working through in my life right now is that about a week and a half ago, I had a miscarriage. This was my 3rd miscarriage, but so different than the other 2, for multiple reasons. With the first one, I knew from the very beginning, something was wrong--it just didn't feel right. So when I started to cramp and bleed, it wasn't all that surprising. The second one didn't get past a yolk sack, so in my mind, despite that I was pregnant, it wasn't a baby. But this one, I was close to 10 weeks, and when I had the ultrasound and saw the little bean, I was so excited! The technician pushed the sound button and there was no heartbeat. I immediately started bawling, feeling so completely sad and let down. A million thoughts flooded my mind in such a short amount of time. Despite that this pregnancy took us a little by surprise, we were excited and felt like this was the way Heavenly Father was telling us that there's another little spirit for our family. So if it was meant to be, why would we lose the baby? We hadn't told hardly anyone we were expecting, but we had told our boys--afterall, I was 2 weeks past the timing of the other 2 miscarriages, so we thought we were safe. Thinking about having to tell them the baby died in my belly was an excruciating thought. The technician gave us a moment and went to go get the nurse. When she came in, she gave me a quick hug and ushered us to a back room, where we could have sometime to come to grips with what we had just learned and marinate in our thoughts--our baby had no heartbeat--there would be no baby--oh my gosh, again?--how are we gonna tell the boys?--sooooo sad! She came in and told us our options. After having experienced a miscarriage on my own, I refused to do it again and requested a D&C (dilation and curettage). We scheduled it for 7am the next morning. We sat there a little longer and then went out the back door, so I didn't have to face or see anyone.<br />
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** Before I go on, I would like to make a disclaimer--I mostly talk about me in this post, but I would like to say just how AMAZING Jared was through all of this. He was sad and emotional, but he was solid and my rock. He listened, he helped, helped some more, and let me feel what I was feeling and more than anything, was understanding. He has done his best to be a loving husband, a great daddy, and still try to cope with everything on his own, as well. I love you Jared and I'm so grateful for you and your love!! **<br />
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Jared and I went to the car and made a plan for the rest of the day and how we were going to tell the boys. Then I drove home, crying uncontrollably. I called my mom and we cried together. She was kind enough to offer to call my dad and siblings to tell them the sad news. I went home and told my sister, Candice (who happened to be watching Dylan and Aiden). She was amazing and immediately went into "help mode" and took the day off to be an emotional support and help me try to still function. As the day progressed, Jared picked the boys up from school and we came home and had a little family meeting to tell them what had happened and what was going to happen in the morning. Conner was sad, but didn't show too much emotion, just some sad little tears that ran down his face. Oliver was so tender, he ran to me and cried in my arms. Dylan was very matter of fact--the baby died in my mom's belly--he reitterated that multiple times as the day went on, kind of like he was trying to make sense of it. The rest of the day was a blur. That night as we were saying prayers and prepping the boys for the morning (since we would be at the hospital), little Oliver came up to me, hugged me, rubbed my belly and said, "Good bye baby". How sweet is that? I started bawling all over again. Oliver is so tender, I can always rely on him giving me an emotional moment to always remember...thank you Ollie, you'll never know how much that meant to me.<br />
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When I talked to one of my dear friends, I cried and told her my feelings. Amongst them were that I've had 7 pregnancies and ONLY have 4 boys to show for it. In a very kind and loving way, she then said, "Not to take anything away from what you're feeling, but it's not that you ONLY have 4 boys, but you have 4 amazing and beautiful boys!" That simple phrase made me totally rethink the situation. YES! I have 4 beautiful, crazy, fun, stinky, hilarious boys!! Not only 4 boys, but 4 BOYS! Does that make sense? Thank you, Julie. Not only for reminding me of my precious gifts, but for helping me cope in a different way! (oh, and the super yummy dinner too!)<br />
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So many thoughts and feelings have happened over the last week. I know I've probably overloaded you already, but there's one last thing I would like to share that has truly helped me. This thought has been a major influencing factor in helping me cope with the loss of my baby. I went and talked a therapist and something she said clicked with me--not that it was something I didn't already know or have heard before, but maybe it was just the way she said it. Irregardless, it has helped. She said, "There is a spirit and it needs a body, but for some reason, just not that body. That body wasn't going to allow it to perform all that it needs to do here on this earth. It wasn't going to allow it to reach its full potential and it needs a different body." Thank you. It's helped, it really has. Take it for what it's worth to you, but for me, it's helped me accept the loss a little more willingly.<br />
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And for any of you out there that have experienced a miscarriage or something similar, I'm so sorry for you. I'm sorry for your loss, for your heartache, for your sadness. Maybe something I've said will help you know you're not alone and let you know I'm here if you want to talk or need a listening ear. I'm trying to realize and remember through all this that:<br />
1) I'm strong!!!!! (gotta keep reminding myself)<br />
2) I get to be sad and it's ok<br />
3) I know my Heavenly Father loves me and is aware of me<br />
4) I'm so incredibly grateful for the children I do have and get to love/hug everyday!<br />
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Ok. That's all for now. I know part of the healing/grieving process is to be able to talk about it and the fact that I can, surprisingly makes me happy. I know I'll be sad and grieve for a while, but this is a small step to feeling like my heart isn't hurting so bad. So thank you for letting me share, for hanging in there through this post, and for reading. I'm sure I'll be seeing some of you, so give me hug and let me know you're there :) I'll try to post soon, but if I don't, you'll know why. Thanks again.Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976156987243721975noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783033578955111301.post-84779081704903101662012-01-23T22:07:00.000-08:002012-01-23T22:07:04.203-08:00Quick Update via Pics<div style="text-align: center;">I've had a lot on my mind lately....everything from do I keep blogging about the summer despite that I keep getting further behind on things like Halloween, birthdays, Christmas and just everyday hoopla? Realizing that my friends who blog on a daily or every other day basis are SUPER dedicated and if I tried to do that, you all would be bored out of your minds and I would be scratching my head as to what I could pull out of the other end to blog about! How I feel like the Gospel helps us feel grounded and gives us knowledge not everyone has about life and what's expected of us, but how knowing what's expected of us sometimes is rather overwhelming. I just have a ton going on personally, like I'm sure all of you do, too. I don't want to sound like a pity party or like I'm looking for sympathy, just kind of giving you a glimpse of what I'm thinking and feeling lately. Not to mention that it's been a RIDICULOUSLY long time since I've posted. So super sorry you've seen a pic of laundry the last month or so. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">What if I throw out a few pictures as a round about way of letting you see the goings on in the Scoubes Family as of late? That isn't gonna cut it? Hmmmm, well, it will have to do for now, at least till I can sort through a little more of my life :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-0MkTTVjWWqAcvCkvy-_xiHzl2vSTvEZJZ94Sup3aaP-ym2tlqTv1rsQXjwe9jgC0nShN60MRKWd5HmERqAVMhMs8q7gsRIldSjBSWc1kDY6RhW1xHBudBYpCM0An9BO3sm6OfHTDMhk/s1600/cell+phone+pics+426.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-0MkTTVjWWqAcvCkvy-_xiHzl2vSTvEZJZ94Sup3aaP-ym2tlqTv1rsQXjwe9jgC0nShN60MRKWd5HmERqAVMhMs8q7gsRIldSjBSWc1kDY6RhW1xHBudBYpCM0An9BO3sm6OfHTDMhk/s320/cell+phone+pics+426.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <em>Extreme Air Sports (super fun place to jump and bounce...when there aren't a million other kids doing the same!) Conner and Oliver on the climbing wall</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center">Ok, so that about does it. We were lucky enough to have my sister, Melissa, and her 2 adorable kids visit for a couple of weeks. We were able to squeeze in some fun activities and the boys loved having Taj to play with and beautiful little Tova to hold and love on--it was so fun having a girl around!!!! However, we've had more going on than just fun, believe me. There's still the everyday arguments about homework, showering, chores, practicing piano, and bedtime. But there's also lots of hugs, smiles, and mom being grateful at the end of each day! My boys cease to test my patience, but also cease to amaze me at how loving and kind they can be, taking care of me by brushing my hair when I don't feel good and trying to help with their baby brother. How is it that I forget how wonderful mommyhood can be? I mean, it's not always wonderful, but lately I'm super duper trying to remember just how blessed I am to be a mom of 4 beautiful and crazy boys!! </div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976156987243721975noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783033578955111301.post-27680667201321523812011-11-22T10:00:00.000-08:002011-11-22T10:00:03.524-08:00You Know What?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You know what?? There IS an upside to <em><strong>NOT</strong></em> folding laundry--yes, that is my GIGANTIC pile of clothes that is overtaking the downstairs. Here it is.....every ounce of clothing in the closet and drawers get worn and they realized, "hey, I actually do like these pants!" Clothes have been worn that were before avoided. And since I'm too lazy to fold, they're too lazy to dig. Gotta love it!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Not that you can tell by reading this, but this is like attempt #5 to blog.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If it’s not one thing, it’s another, and really, I can’t be bugged, cause I know I’m a mom and all, but I’m still kind of bugged. Thanks for letting me vent. Ok, Back to the Enbody Family visit and Conner’s baptism.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Leah, Louie, Tyler (18), Kendal (16), Mackenzie (4, ALMOST 5), and Nicholas (2) drove out from Redding, California to be with us for some summer fun and Conner’s baptism.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tyler graduated from High School just a couple days before (woot, woot!!) and then they jumped in the car and headed our way. And might I add, that they hauled a whole lotta equipment they didn’t have to, just to help us with a MASSIVE home project on their vacation—cause they are awesome like that!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One of the things Jared and I have wanted to do since we moved in this home was knock out the low kitchen soffit ceiling with the ugly light box. Since Lou owns a small drywall company back home and is an EXPERT, we thought we’d make him work for his stay—ha, ha. Not really, but everyone was kind enough to help us, despite it was their vacation, despite it would make the kitchen unusable during their stay, despite the mess it would make, despite it was their vacation (did I say that already?).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a family effort, with Tyler and Kendall helping clean, Leah stamped the new ceiling texture, and everyone had to be willing to deal with a modified kitchen in the front room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not to mention, we twisted the girls’ arms to go shopping quite a bit so we could get out the house and let the men do their thing (as they pound their manly chests)!!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p><br />
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But somewhere in there, we were able to go to the Provo Beach Resort for a night of fun. The Mayan Restaurant—and when we told Kendall there were divers that dove into a small pool in the restaurant, she thought we were lying! Yes, we proved her wrong and had a fun night!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Also, Keir and Robyn were able to join us and all of the adults were able to go to the Salt Lake City Temple to do some temple work for Louie’s grandparents and great grandparents—it was such a special experience!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then the Enbody family was able to go to Temple Square and the Conference Center together, just as a family, to be able to have that experience together!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />
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</div><o:p></o:p> Oh, and last, but definitely not least, Conner’s baptism!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was baptized on June 11, 2011. It was such a surreal, yet super special experience having my oldest child baptized.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Grandpa Packer and Aunt Candice were the speakers, and Uncle Louie and Uncle Cameron were the witnesses, and Jared performed the baptism and confirmation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had our dear friends, The Maile Girls, sing a special musical number, and with all the love we felt from family and friends that attended, it was an amazing day!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One I hope Conner never forgets and will always be able to look back on and remember how loved he felt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Afterwards, we went up to Grandma and Grandpa’s house for a yummy lunch of homemade Costa Vida salads and burritos.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And for dessert, one of Conner’s favorites, Fatboy ice cream sandwiches.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We played the day away and had fun visiting with family we hadn’t seen in a while (Aunt Mary, Kayla, Jacob, and Krissie).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thanks everyone for your love and support in attending Conner’s special day!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I think that about wraps up the first couple of weeks of June.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>THANK YOU Enbody family for sacrificing all you did to come visit us in good ole Orem, Utah!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You live entirely too far away and we absolutely loved having you here!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not to mention the facelift on our kitchen is AMAZING and we<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>more than love it!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thanks for giving up a huge part of your vacation to help us make our home not only look better, but way more open and spacious!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh, and might I add, Macky and Dylan were 2 cute peas in a pod and had a grand time playing about and just being cousins!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And Tyler and Kendall, you put up with quite a few little boys all at once, so thanks for being troopers!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And Leah, you are my hero!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Really, I strive to be like you and how amazingly patient and kind you are! And Louie, you are a great patriarch to a great family—well done, brother, well done!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>WE LOVE YOU ALL!!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976156987243721975noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783033578955111301.post-89716417893437555652011-11-02T15:53:00.000-07:002011-11-02T16:06:56.055-07:00Ya Think???Ya think it's about time I pull my head out of you know where and finally freakin post? Ya think a six month hiatus from posting is long enough!! Ya think I feel like a looser of a friend, sister, mom, wife, and anything else for neglecting this so long? Ya think I have OODLES of pictures to share with you?! Ya think I owe any of you an apology for being MIA for so long? Well, on all accounts, the answer is YES!! Yes. Yes. Yes. And I'm so super sorry. I wouldn't blame any of you if you stopped reading this and haven't and won't ever return. I really, really will try harder to stay up on life...well, I don't know if I'd go as far as life, but how bout this blog. Yeah, I'll try to stay up on this blog. :)<br />
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Here's the dilemma...I definitely don't wanna overwhelm any of you with an overload of pics, but some are just so dang cute I can't pass them up. Not to mention I use this as a journal/timeline for our family. So, again, apologies ahead of time. If this is too much for you, I'm truly sorry. I'm just realizing that since my BABY is turning 1 next week, yes, I said ONE, I'm realizing we missed out on the last six months of pics for him. Bear with me as I try to update our crazy, fun, yet boring, spring/summer/fall for Scoubes Family Blog.<br />
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So we left off at Conner's Birthday and the surprise trip to Disneyland, Sea World and the beach. It was also Dylan's 4th birthday and we had an amazing day at Disneyland that day and Dylan was treated so extra special!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">All righty then, that's gonna do it for our trip pics. Some other fond memories include:</div><ul><li>Seeing dylan covered in his blanky on the drive down--his creative solution from blocking the sun so he could see his Nintendo DS. </li>
<li>Sitting by the pool with Melissa and Shailynn while all the boys went back and forth and back and forth from the pool to the hot tub. </li>
<li>Loving that Aiden was still cuddly and sweet and LOVED kissing me while I bobbed my jaw next to his--guess ya had to see it, but it's still a favorite to this day! </li>
<li>Conner going on California Screamin and absolutely loving it and wanting to ride only that over and over--I think 2 in a row was our limit.</li>
<li>On the second day Dylan was allowed to go on Space Mtn. (height is subjective, right?!) and after he got off he was scared out of his pants. His reaction: </li>
</ul>Me: Did ya love that or what? So fun, huh? (trying to buffer the fear)<br />
Dylan: No. It was scary. I never wanna go on it again......well, I kind of liked it" And by the time he saw his brothers, "IT WAS AWESOME!" Funny how it went from never again to AWESOME and wanting to do it again! <br />
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</div>In the next few weeks after that, we had a kindergarten graduation for Oliver, a preschool program for Dylan, and school came to and end (thank goodness!) I was over the homework and daily battles with Conner, not to mention the tail end of school STUNK for Conner, poor kid. And surprisingly, it wasn't his fault. "Really?" You might be asking yourself, but being labeled is NEVER fair to the kid and his teacher and peers were having enough of a negative effect that his anxiety and anger that his bad behavior escalated to the point of weekly therapy appts and even the contemplation of adding some meds. That's another story in and of itself for a later time. All I'd like to say is that having his meds dialed in have made A WORLD OF DIFFERENCE and seeing the happy Conner (who once was) return in full force-- funny and hilarious, kind, tender, and much more under control has been such a blessing and our family is all around much happier!!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ok, I've already been at this computer for WAY too long. But it's good to be back. My kids are tired of me ignoring them, so we'll continue this in the next few days. As a sneak peak, we'll continue with Leah (Jared's sister) and her awesome family visiting for Conner's baptism. Oh boy, the summer's just begun! Hang in there with me, I hope I'll make it worth it ;-)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thanks for any of you have tuned back in and we'll talk soon!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976156987243721975noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783033578955111301.post-32383564569480488752011-05-22T21:30:00.000-07:002011-05-22T21:30:40.397-07:00Tired...and a little lazy, too!Hello everyone! Sorry it has been so long since I posted last! All I have to say is I'm tired....well, that and I feel a little on the lazy side--when it comes to blogging, that is. I did laundry for 4 straight days, from the moment I woke up till bedtime and finally got caught up--YIKES! So now that my house is in order, I feel like I can get caught up on other aspects too, such as blogging. As a quick recap, we had a great b-day for Conner, an awesome family vacation to Southern California, and even funner <em>(is that a word?)</em> birthday celebration for Dylan's 4th birthday at Disneyland! I have a ton of awesome pics and some funny stories to share. So once I can get my act together and get the pics downloaded, you will have some good laughs coming! Thanks for the patience and love.Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976156987243721975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783033578955111301.post-30460668786270147172011-05-04T09:14:00.000-07:002011-05-04T09:14:11.383-07:00Birthday Surprise<div style="text-align: center;">HAPPY 8th BIRTHDAY to my sweet, loving, FUNNY, kind, brave, adventurous, smart, spiritual and all around awesome CONNER JAMES SCOUBES!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWLyezaVUg4peXxn6EUwbPS0QRdfAN4XF74C9Vj_eW_7PgNvkXVkcOGcKG7bmWX2N3lvc6zxzB41xEvdF9FSO8biCmxfs2f5YzRRTCWfnqjEGHBc7DnZYrX6-kqS-Jour3CIn4ytaXBsI/s1600/P1030473.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWLyezaVUg4peXxn6EUwbPS0QRdfAN4XF74C9Vj_eW_7PgNvkXVkcOGcKG7bmWX2N3lvc6zxzB41xEvdF9FSO8biCmxfs2f5YzRRTCWfnqjEGHBc7DnZYrX6-kqS-Jour3CIn4ytaXBsI/s320/P1030473.JPG" width="240" /></a></div> I can't believe I'm old enough to have an 8 year old, but more like where did these last 8 years go?! Sometimes I think it was barely creeping by, some days lasting FOREVER! But mostly, it's gone by pretty dang fast. <strong> My oldest boy is 8! </strong>We're having a birthday party for him today, after school, which I've never done before <em>(it's always been on a weekend).</em> But this weekend we have something EXTRA special for the boys planned. Shhhhhh, it's a surprise. Most of you probably know already since I can't keep my big mouth shut, but tonight, as one of Conner's Birthday presents, we're telling the boys we're surprising them with a quick trip to Disneyland! Even better, my amazing sister is hooking us up to go to Seaworld with my nephew's preschool class and it's only gonna cost us each $6--I know, amazing, right?! I'm so stinkin excited, but even more excited to see their reactions and excitement at the news as they open their clues. I'll be sure to take pics to document it and hopefully we get some priceless expressions!! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My day started bright and early making the little dude breakfast in bed. Per request, it was puff pancakes, strawberries, sliced oranges, and orange juice. And the day isn't gonna be slowing down anytime soon. Gotta frost the cake, wrap the surprise clues, get the house tidied up and fold the <strong>GINORMOUS</strong> pile of clean laundry <em>(and you all know how much I like that :)</em> I'm gonna have the boys help me decororate for the party once they're home from school and do some last minute birthday stuff. We only do parties on even years, which I am SO ok with! They are a major hassle, as much fun as they are. We're doing a Scooby Doo party, complete with a Scooby cake <em>(by me, of course)</em> and a Mystery they have to solve by finding clues and doing different fun activities at each clue--such as the Ghost Stomp, Bone Tag, Mummy Wrap, and pizza and cake/icecream, followed by presents and one last clue. Hope it goes smoothly and the kids have a blast! Again, I'll be snapping pics left and right, so I'll try not to overload you in the next post.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Really fast, in other recent news, and since I've been totally MIA lately, baby Aiden is rolling over. He's still an angel, happy and sleeping through the night--YAY!! Oliver is loving soccer and is sad his season is almost over. And.....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Dylan is turning 4 next week</strong>! We are actually going to Disneyland the day of his birthday--how much fun is that?!!! I know Aiden is the baby, but there's something about looking into Dylan's big brown eyes that makes me still think of him as my baby...well, all the boys are my babies, but, you know what I mean..right?! <br />
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</div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976156987243721975noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783033578955111301.post-89344270708708745382011-04-18T08:10:00.000-07:002011-04-18T08:10:17.732-07:00LaundryDoes anyone despise laundry like I do? Man, it's my nemesis! I know I already talked about it on Facebook, but it's creating this dark, gloomy cloud over my day today and I just wanna crawl under a rock and ignore it! Wait, that's what I've been doing for the last week and why it's rediculously out of control! If you know me, you know I don't do stinky. I really try to stay on top of cleaning and keeping my house smelling nice, even if it is with a wall flower from Bath and Body Works. One way I console myself of having 4 boys is by saying, I may have 4 boys, but I do NOT wanna live in a house that smells like 4 boys.<br />
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You think people would mind if I sent my boys to school in dirty, stinky clothes? It may just happen....one day :)Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976156987243721975noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783033578955111301.post-27784754153519943132011-04-18T08:05:00.000-07:002011-04-18T08:05:17.317-07:00Ahh, a nice quiet Sunday morning<div style="text-align: center;">Let me tell you, this is what it's all about! Getting the boys ready on the earlier side for church, having them read books, while listening to church music--LOVE IT!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDo_UBRnacAvm7HwsxLTH1t2yk5H8ziwxaCYad9d01uqkecmS1qMHRacPyd9-H9mmETIMjtrZGJuvBToomJ3uvjGhL5aOieXGcmiWtHXIksMoNv2w4Aeeb20M7vNDioKATLf-I8n59mfc/s1600/P1030826.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDo_UBRnacAvm7HwsxLTH1t2yk5H8ziwxaCYad9d01uqkecmS1qMHRacPyd9-H9mmETIMjtrZGJuvBToomJ3uvjGhL5aOieXGcmiWtHXIksMoNv2w4Aeeb20M7vNDioKATLf-I8n59mfc/s320/P1030826.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhihnJnsd4B2sTcyjiGuqUuq8IgUd9LFP0rU38-A0YGh5azEqqYdauyS8Mes9Vs3LLSOk1AM3BUJMlDUD5n5pL6YnM3r5q3Gu-PlmnZzOgD-AQqnuk0rSQWJdOYOsHmiZOA7CbpUV1vlr4/s1600/P1030822.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhihnJnsd4B2sTcyjiGuqUuq8IgUd9LFP0rU38-A0YGh5azEqqYdauyS8Mes9Vs3LLSOk1AM3BUJMlDUD5n5pL6YnM3r5q3Gu-PlmnZzOgD-AQqnuk0rSQWJdOYOsHmiZOA7CbpUV1vlr4/s320/P1030822.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Oliver absolutely loves Aiden, making him smile and be happy. He'll stop what he's doing to help him, make silly faces at him, entertain him...whatever makes Aiden happy. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkIYZXeFLzw3_XIBB2T_Ru4fvzUngitfYDpUb_tF0PX1gqwKcPUugEHKfC4CLOk7Oc6DCwzmGd6qOqHhy6gVAjMP4HCDEQEiwzCm2kqum2i-qY3bRm9JaXRoOezviJmAJ5_-sV61QIrpI/s1600/P1030827.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkIYZXeFLzw3_XIBB2T_Ru4fvzUngitfYDpUb_tF0PX1gqwKcPUugEHKfC4CLOk7Oc6DCwzmGd6qOqHhy6gVAjMP4HCDEQEiwzCm2kqum2i-qY3bRm9JaXRoOezviJmAJ5_-sV61QIrpI/s320/P1030827.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The ever doting big brother!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">May all Sabbath mornings be this pleasant <em>(yeah right!)</em></div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976156987243721975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783033578955111301.post-82394856366230927562011-04-17T22:30:00.000-07:002011-04-17T22:30:12.579-07:00Soccer Game, Take Two...<div style="text-align: center;">So we attempted soccer game #2. We practiced, we pushed, we raced. We did our best to prepare Ollie for his 2nd attempt, hoping it would be a positive experience. And guess what? It was! </div><div style="text-align: center;">This face says it all</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWKEaaG843JWAsCED5pRtBXsHbT_vnVU1e9UY7Eez_l0-iqxJYVl9QLf14hJwypbvjsSnVGjkyBJSXHQXCdPwfIcUdYVuRmmPUVQY-rAXMRcMVTMPrV2pWZRJYUbmdGcsUR9IwxLxoXzk/s1600/P1030814.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWKEaaG843JWAsCED5pRtBXsHbT_vnVU1e9UY7Eez_l0-iqxJYVl9QLf14hJwypbvjsSnVGjkyBJSXHQXCdPwfIcUdYVuRmmPUVQY-rAXMRcMVTMPrV2pWZRJYUbmdGcsUR9IwxLxoXzk/s320/P1030814.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Not a tear in sight!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWOKSGX4SLJs5KAsEdRwVZ3xtoYFTq9iUIQh5rPFl7iA8P95aifPGYZnMogFR-YNK9FuV2YpCBXjGE-5EqG9K4M15b9yErI9bjW5enbs54Rq7YDgebagZEI0ChN2Ukpl7BWSW61NdFMqs/s1600/P1030813.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWOKSGX4SLJs5KAsEdRwVZ3xtoYFTq9iUIQh5rPFl7iA8P95aifPGYZnMogFR-YNK9FuV2YpCBXjGE-5EqG9K4M15b9yErI9bjW5enbs54Rq7YDgebagZEI0ChN2Ukpl7BWSW61NdFMqs/s320/P1030813.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He practiced with his teammates <em>(it helped that dad was on the field with him)</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiXqpwCr3ssV07jAp82NHUOczw9c4cqpN47ahS9v3NhAeiTVyXJpdf37iOLGVx6aCcBwc5ebyZPEznUnKrjLdO4uyrjLXgJ1p9bxOTzpez3vm4V9MO3-ct84Vu-p2WRX0IF_EC_E9qoww/s1600/P1030817.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiXqpwCr3ssV07jAp82NHUOczw9c4cqpN47ahS9v3NhAeiTVyXJpdf37iOLGVx6aCcBwc5ebyZPEznUnKrjLdO4uyrjLXgJ1p9bxOTzpez3vm4V9MO3-ct84Vu-p2WRX0IF_EC_E9qoww/s320/P1030817.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> See? Number 15 is vying for the ball! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjESVmm-4TFuHUnnwqg0j_90e4NrStp4UXlP61oc-f6rlvZZiwh8xrnqHza5YhiC5NVPXRKN17vk34FGQFjb_jz6uSbceOcqom1bFMtl0AhTjkUflVVz2JeGCRiSg1LnKnfientluuxymQ/s1600/P1030819.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjESVmm-4TFuHUnnwqg0j_90e4NrStp4UXlP61oc-f6rlvZZiwh8xrnqHza5YhiC5NVPXRKN17vk34FGQFjb_jz6uSbceOcqom1bFMtl0AhTjkUflVVz2JeGCRiSg1LnKnfientluuxymQ/s320/P1030819.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">And after the game he was still happy, saying he LOVED soccer and I quote, "It's a blast!" </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Thanks for trying again Oliver and for all the love and support from Dad, Grandpa and his brothers. And Cyndi, thanks for sharing the story about Nick, it actually really helped Oliver feel like he wasn't alone in feeling the way he did! You are a part of his success! Soccer is officially a Scoubes Family sport! Now let's just cross our fingers when Conner's first baseball experience rolls around it's a positive one!</div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976156987243721975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783033578955111301.post-3187774535675509682011-04-17T22:17:00.000-07:002011-04-17T22:17:47.193-07:00Spring Break<div style="text-align: center;">I knew Jared would be traveling during the month of April, but of course it just had to fall on the week of Spring Break. So I decided to still venture out and do some fun activities with my boys--some with the help of my right hand woman--Candice. The boys had been begging to see this....</div><div align="center"><img class="rg_hi" data-height="274" data-width="184" height="274" id="rg_hi" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-G1l6ZRzzJIX_v7hPMUzxgKHmcLEa3oy0yrNzTaitheOKdf-uPw" style="height: 274px; width: 184px;" width="184" /></div><div align="center">It was cute, but a little slow. However, the boys have been quoting it and singing the songs from it all week, so it was a success in our house!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">We also were able to see some friends of ours that we hadn't seen in WAY TOO LONG! They were nice enough to come along with us to the Living Planet Aquarium, up in Sandy. Conner LOVED petting the sting rays, but Oliver and Dylan wouldn't even consider it. I want them to try new things, but realized I can't force them <span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>(gosh darn it!)</em></span><span style="font-size: small;"> We got some cute pics and the boys loved seeing their best girl friends, Marley, Gwen and Daphne. And Aiden and I loved Hailey's and Dex's company as well!! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUxDPn3mtNplVxT9jZ_cCfZqbCBlCOwY8bRzofwecVvuTiC5IW3ploqVgbKIi1s8wcTbWMB3JUJ0K3ysGuRIlWhjUYNVySKtPNk7_D03gY0vzWmTIVFC96zcz5FEmLg8HKJU6c05tUdpQ/s1600/P1030791.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUxDPn3mtNplVxT9jZ_cCfZqbCBlCOwY8bRzofwecVvuTiC5IW3ploqVgbKIi1s8wcTbWMB3JUJ0K3ysGuRIlWhjUYNVySKtPNk7_D03gY0vzWmTIVFC96zcz5FEmLg8HKJU6c05tUdpQ/s320/P1030791.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Sting Ray touch pool</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC-6yQ1-PgyQ2QLxnovPf4MxKGJFCvzn59as8b0kJ-teX3eH5h0iP3PA1xRg3CUz7_sZOL7x0uGJ0Pl9UzbzrMtCgjQdGL5vQL5T1eJPQrt3WiuGRUMd7prWkoJhA88pLI3Ko70nJM5i8/s1600/P1030796.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC-6yQ1-PgyQ2QLxnovPf4MxKGJFCvzn59as8b0kJ-teX3eH5h0iP3PA1xRg3CUz7_sZOL7x0uGJ0Pl9UzbzrMtCgjQdGL5vQL5T1eJPQrt3WiuGRUMd7prWkoJhA88pLI3Ko70nJM5i8/s320/P1030796.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Loving the penguins </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEJMqjqc_43BcjzTgFmZMZWFOWw9kqQzKYMeF_9js8Wi3t6zTix2Maon4cGppPovmDYVUphl7KOMNmuRgYmJESAXavabKRyfvI0Ctm13qufT2x4SLHRhLhWW2vEr9vlt9uYIs7J4IMCAc/s1600/P1030799.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEJMqjqc_43BcjzTgFmZMZWFOWw9kqQzKYMeF_9js8Wi3t6zTix2Maon4cGppPovmDYVUphl7KOMNmuRgYmJESAXavabKRyfvI0Ctm13qufT2x4SLHRhLhWW2vEr9vlt9uYIs7J4IMCAc/s320/P1030799.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> How big are you compared to a penguin???</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8d2etYlGieEanfmkFvQigRlKIC0BOtrqcYPRAtgjfXQRfBjyUJHcCZOSc7UhP_tnKPg1UoydcbXG5wNCX07vVKgq9ruIDHGyPxiNSkiHI-Np-Q3__Bgx_VB2EP6RPBpyRVe8A6-q3wtE/s1600/P1030800.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8d2etYlGieEanfmkFvQigRlKIC0BOtrqcYPRAtgjfXQRfBjyUJHcCZOSc7UhP_tnKPg1UoydcbXG5wNCX07vVKgq9ruIDHGyPxiNSkiHI-Np-Q3__Bgx_VB2EP6RPBpyRVe8A6-q3wtE/s320/P1030800.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Just my size</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiycEvXYM0hOhxfUcDhPW_U95igON1fo7pLtH4kWzl0vn3ahSaMcB1GeMseSIDcYEsgobhygMxmonIgbqNL7Enr0mHYth7DDLR6zRvkhdpJbwgMXJ5gLBsYt6iytbroP-c_j6B0ixgr20U/s1600/P1030807.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiycEvXYM0hOhxfUcDhPW_U95igON1fo7pLtH4kWzl0vn3ahSaMcB1GeMseSIDcYEsgobhygMxmonIgbqNL7Enr0mHYth7DDLR6zRvkhdpJbwgMXJ5gLBsYt6iytbroP-c_j6B0ixgr20U/s320/P1030807.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> This is a cool mural on the wall <em><span style="font-size: x-small;">(not a live pic)</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4LQvnWXBK1axztO-8iafefyrvjTc-sAY3DUkZR4uvKh1aBVN5Xa6XNZNV0XOCeYMqyvvgUF6xc7HLSfmZEmAlUuTyjT61cqXfZwbQVBffWbY8NqAQbOAT-RN45uijejXEQRdlskRVK5k/s1600/P1030808.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4LQvnWXBK1axztO-8iafefyrvjTc-sAY3DUkZR4uvKh1aBVN5Xa6XNZNV0XOCeYMqyvvgUF6xc7HLSfmZEmAlUuTyjT61cqXfZwbQVBffWbY8NqAQbOAT-RN45uijejXEQRdlskRVK5k/s320/P1030808.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then we had a couple of days of cold and rain, but on Friday it cleared up and we went to Farm Country at Thanksgiving Point. The boys were in hog heaven <span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>(ha-ha)</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><shapetype coordsize="21600,21600" filled="f" id="_x0000_t75" o:preferrelative="t" o:spt="75" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" stroked="f"> </shapetype></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih91u69GevAOI9gAEUPhGkuOWNxYO_7nBegn4_usNLA-IDpVKaxQSuYEMjrVVhyphenhypheng3dRCgsNTd9n25S5BKTjy4J5ZNWSrHMyRxuQEuBS4KUYYO91jTlxsvmyn1hSV53LZiOu9yXgD4Hk3E/s1600/DSCN2695.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih91u69GevAOI9gAEUPhGkuOWNxYO_7nBegn4_usNLA-IDpVKaxQSuYEMjrVVhyphenhypheng3dRCgsNTd9n25S5BKTjy4J5ZNWSrHMyRxuQEuBS4KUYYO91jTlxsvmyn1hSV53LZiOu9yXgD4Hk3E/s320/DSCN2695.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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So cute!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7RyQui8LRp_qkbRcVdbcFxNkQdYWEVMkf2duEhBnKwVavmE-SI5-G6_jZx3K67ykmmpmKAwMj3emTUd7AT5iLI8NEFOlKeG7uOApDNjJJhgNzRnng1xAMyvD1tqg6tQFKpmbcDDJ1_cA/s1600/DSCN2720.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7RyQui8LRp_qkbRcVdbcFxNkQdYWEVMkf2duEhBnKwVavmE-SI5-G6_jZx3K67ykmmpmKAwMj3emTUd7AT5iLI8NEFOlKeG7uOApDNjJJhgNzRnng1xAMyvD1tqg6tQFKpmbcDDJ1_cA/s320/DSCN2720.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> This is a RARE occurrence...that Oliver actually pet an animal, and a horse no less! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpu1xruZqvc_tIIpOZVar9PiEV1eMgbUSHdxigWcsSVDceMZQo8U5K1yjRh8AwVz0AVUPLvuXANBm3CjdDJBe8qvji_T0OUEpkpMfzcHqMDd0nEZdxwjk1KgVgQ1yxjfbppAqxic90r3I/s1600/DSCN2730.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpu1xruZqvc_tIIpOZVar9PiEV1eMgbUSHdxigWcsSVDceMZQo8U5K1yjRh8AwVz0AVUPLvuXANBm3CjdDJBe8qvji_T0OUEpkpMfzcHqMDd0nEZdxwjk1KgVgQ1yxjfbppAqxic90r3I/s320/DSCN2730.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> My 3 little bandits</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz0DLl10E38-hK9L2Ua9bG3cCn6fyO5GeBm0VgNAWdeogCKjFQD3exxexyx206xq6gtJ3Utses1Dno_dW9AAoPNOLLHrDvVWhpYpxwvIbm0PvmSDZp5WWqTyDg5g7nMZXpnlpveGu5K68/s1600/DSCN2736.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz0DLl10E38-hK9L2Ua9bG3cCn6fyO5GeBm0VgNAWdeogCKjFQD3exxexyx206xq6gtJ3Utses1Dno_dW9AAoPNOLLHrDvVWhpYpxwvIbm0PvmSDZp5WWqTyDg5g7nMZXpnlpveGu5K68/s320/DSCN2736.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Conner had no problems feeding any of the animals--horses, cow, pigs, and the alpaca (sp?)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT0HRmS9EKzYiPFtPJeJf4cV7fsO4mjUmZl_qZbG8-M6cIVr-slLdMXxyvrR3Wjny421-lijLR38hD3_TkHdfGYM245EzIIju8xjmYK7d1zmr0Z93Kl7t0S8uKhmxhwh5wpIvhXNu5CTc/s1600/DSCN2738.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT0HRmS9EKzYiPFtPJeJf4cV7fsO4mjUmZl_qZbG8-M6cIVr-slLdMXxyvrR3Wjny421-lijLR38hD3_TkHdfGYM245EzIIju8xjmYK7d1zmr0Z93Kl7t0S8uKhmxhwh5wpIvhXNu5CTc/s320/DSCN2738.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Dylan would do it with the help from mommy</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj-i-6ss4Q5XYq89PenXYtyqe2hyphenhyphen96fZVwz4QvoZ2Bx-_q3feQwESmfbXx4R-8BRo0QeKuI_-erVYl5vDLFTcx63G9vDDqsHVJJWYObFtQIZQPldLCxZ-UGYKZX3bcIacGo2fofFffBRw/s1600/DSCN2753.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj-i-6ss4Q5XYq89PenXYtyqe2hyphenhyphen96fZVwz4QvoZ2Bx-_q3feQwESmfbXx4R-8BRo0QeKuI_-erVYl5vDLFTcx63G9vDDqsHVJJWYObFtQIZQPldLCxZ-UGYKZX3bcIacGo2fofFffBRw/s320/DSCN2753.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Conner riding Nina, the horse</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8fyYE3G8sGKsIWN4bEVWGwYN73-RnWhLBmQDMLGSBP3WGsiog6RXqbXhqRuoyG9qoHhZkNHugP9Yo4Y7phGk5hHHR43u5i9NQKLvTxwLbiiR9caBbHF_5ciWFjKA1_UaqyKEj2p6jfww/s1600/DSCN2756.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8fyYE3G8sGKsIWN4bEVWGwYN73-RnWhLBmQDMLGSBP3WGsiog6RXqbXhqRuoyG9qoHhZkNHugP9Yo4Y7phGk5hHHR43u5i9NQKLvTxwLbiiR9caBbHF_5ciWFjKA1_UaqyKEj2p6jfww/s320/DSCN2756.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Oliver riding the pony, Missy</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG8npz6WUmhw4-4K-M90U8hdyL0rZaw6N2muVLDes82bKFtWvrfbhVy5ZectEBHiTJSQDsN9hzD9ql2nYLo0ERfmCzvm6lpyTRVGc_bV3c2o5UFFpBCyt31NktkWmPqDbu-psU_9DR4-s/s320/DSCN2765.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> And we can't forget little Aiden! This cute little boy was such a trooper with the cold breeze and so happy despite being wrapped up like a nun :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgWejnjQKyN9W2jB_HqkK3WOr9ggpqpAEBx3c0BX2953EkpmDA6oshEL5XBOqX_fzR2mcV4q8OulHWTj5qqjnKTjaCzyo1WtLmdsCHLdX7ASdcGpprcRzavzBGYx9Wn6HQNA1jsF6TATE/s1600/DSCN2763.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgWejnjQKyN9W2jB_HqkK3WOr9ggpqpAEBx3c0BX2953EkpmDA6oshEL5XBOqX_fzR2mcV4q8OulHWTj5qqjnKTjaCzyo1WtLmdsCHLdX7ASdcGpprcRzavzBGYx9Wn6HQNA1jsF6TATE/s320/DSCN2763.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On the wagon ride</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"> We hit the park a couple of times and enjoyed a couple of sleepovers up at Grandpa and Grandma's with Aunt Candice. Despite daddy being gone, we still managed to have a fun and relatively happy Spring Break!</div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976156987243721975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783033578955111301.post-88375931795390033602011-04-13T09:46:00.000-07:002011-04-13T09:46:50.972-07:00Loving SpringtimeI'm so grateful that spring is FINALLY coming around. It makes for nice days, sitting out on the lawn, my boys playing soccer, drawing with sidewalk chalk, and taking cute baby pictures. Oliver was determined to make Aiden smile while wearing his hat.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNmVV4OdAbn79EuE_VGdnNbHaF3AhfpuxmwkWg1n0jDpODQDAULDTLTi47xpCn9FTFEomBHtzCn-mArHpbh4gW_GDPBDZrU1Y_LZ24Z77Pv0_2ECX9OEWK_yQ7Q_nf02G80Zi1Mii8wTQ/s1600/P1030764.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNmVV4OdAbn79EuE_VGdnNbHaF3AhfpuxmwkWg1n0jDpODQDAULDTLTi47xpCn9FTFEomBHtzCn-mArHpbh4gW_GDPBDZrU1Y_LZ24Z77Pv0_2ECX9OEWK_yQ7Q_nf02G80Zi1Mii8wTQ/s320/P1030764.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> No smile...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIkPHVXmSzgCkR4YYTzpctyqLz_gx7KuQCQxO8WuPqe_nM7TLQA29QIgJdmKzUoS-x7ibKNsKn2iQTnf3uD8zqzv4_zbuXe4RXBTZewbe-MxVZ04KIhfUvF9vu2tq_bEVvtblMGybIaEk/s1600/P1030765.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIkPHVXmSzgCkR4YYTzpctyqLz_gx7KuQCQxO8WuPqe_nM7TLQA29QIgJdmKzUoS-x7ibKNsKn2iQTnf3uD8zqzv4_zbuXe4RXBTZewbe-MxVZ04KIhfUvF9vu2tq_bEVvtblMGybIaEk/s320/P1030765.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Not yet....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkn0cjk6LIGYTnjHs_DAaikggsRuGlgBma9QfAOzpKwmDsEd33XFUcM-NYRLaA3WSzzmOatWERy88ZBHJ9_3RIrsl0gUZFYI2Jx_H2H3Gt_Yn7oQSjAHTkPzdqx-QDPLnSHXeLDUVCfwo/s1600/P1030766.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkn0cjk6LIGYTnjHs_DAaikggsRuGlgBma9QfAOzpKwmDsEd33XFUcM-NYRLaA3WSzzmOatWERy88ZBHJ9_3RIrsl0gUZFYI2Jx_H2H3Gt_Yn7oQSjAHTkPzdqx-QDPLnSHXeLDUVCfwo/s320/P1030766.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Almost....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG9Nun4gIWgcsk7HKQgGApZKDC81wv_Eed0OLrzNi_k3wZxlKOKJTaLrodHHe3TNtD3VTOlYa9QKqDSYYY40f1nKWtqveuzbnpywvdeipVmjeL_h7qtibQR6diYbTKOK8C2PmxLo9l1JQ/s1600/P1030767.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG9Nun4gIWgcsk7HKQgGApZKDC81wv_Eed0OLrzNi_k3wZxlKOKJTaLrodHHe3TNtD3VTOlYa9QKqDSYYY40f1nKWtqveuzbnpywvdeipVmjeL_h7qtibQR6diYbTKOK8C2PmxLo9l1JQ/s320/P1030767.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">SUCCESS!!<br />
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Ever heard of April Showers Bring May Flowers? Dylan came home from preschool singing these songs, "Rain, rain, go away, come again some other day" and "It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring. He bumped his head and fell in bed and didn't get up till the morning" Then his brother so lovingly helped him do this to aid in the singing of the songs. <br />
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</div><div align="center">Speaking of playing soccer, we have finally broached the time of signing our kids up for community organized sports. "What?" you might be asking, your kids are how old and they are just now getting involved in organized sports?? Well, I took my older sister's advice and waited till the boys are a little more coordinated, not to mention saving myself a couple extra years of being a TAXI momma. Oliver has chosen to play soccer and Conner wants to play baseball. So after checking and re-checking on their sport of choice, I signed them up and paid the money.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Here's a great little story for ya. Hope you enjoy, or at least can commiserate with me :)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">The anticipation builds and Oliver's first soccer game is approaching. He practices outside with friends and brothers, we go buy soccer cleats and shin guards, and he wears the cleats each day after he gets home from school so he can practice <em><span style="font-size: x-small;">(pretty cute</span><span style="font-size: small;">)</span></em>. We tell friends and family about the game and the day arrives. Oliver is dressed and ready at 3, even though the game doesn't start till 5. We get there, we introduce him to the other boys <span style="font-size: x-small;">**Little sidenote, his team has decided not to have any practices because it's just too hard to get 14 boys' schedules coordinated <em>(WHATEVER!) </em>And this is a team that already played in the fall together so we are a late sign-up, which equals not really knowing anyone** </span>He kicks the ball around, makes some shots in the goal, and runs up and down the field. This is where is starts to go downhill...the coach has them line up to do some one on one soccer drills--pretty normal, right? Well, not for Oliver. Why would he want to take the ball away from anyone else? Ok, so I pull him over, ask him if he remembers all the stuff I've taught him and playing in the backyard and what not, but he's already starting the tears...REALLY? The game hasn't even started yet! I'm thinking, "oh boy, patience, please have patience, Amanda!!" He gets back out there and tries again, but not really. Then the whistle blows and within minutes, the boys are on the field to play. This is what I saw... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2kJB9ytASTHY5ZWj3fNhqS5IKygehgoSvlLs8aRVabrUbNo3rSY7h4Ira0O8gQoJ-adzzJeAQkxBy8VTzijtHCiaFwmOdrOlweO_w7au5g5uk5vOmZlqI4mfndo_3wohiI-3KL0J6XHU/s1600/P1030775.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2kJB9ytASTHY5ZWj3fNhqS5IKygehgoSvlLs8aRVabrUbNo3rSY7h4Ira0O8gQoJ-adzzJeAQkxBy8VTzijtHCiaFwmOdrOlweO_w7au5g5uk5vOmZlqI4mfndo_3wohiI-3KL0J6XHU/s320/P1030775.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Followed by this...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieJXxS_nfLbK-0b7YbRdS3WLvAUDiyfwgbdn0miOtk-irCrwqEhHR5O9f__3aysyVh-9nVXzZRW3rQK24fP_MRna9nLTuQjb-ayFaxCye7GJchvkmfx6Y3k9f8YVbjRNm53ThUlT4-EVE/s1600/P1030776.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieJXxS_nfLbK-0b7YbRdS3WLvAUDiyfwgbdn0miOtk-irCrwqEhHR5O9f__3aysyVh-9nVXzZRW3rQK24fP_MRna9nLTuQjb-ayFaxCye7GJchvkmfx6Y3k9f8YVbjRNm53ThUlT4-EVE/s320/P1030776.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">And after 45 minutes of talking, explaining, convincing, coaxing, and BRIBING by me, dad, and even Grandpa, we were still here....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh41iWoZHCVcv1GlALWTD0cYl7fEzdUnKlZWShW7kOWtK0-4jcsZuNoSKdJQI-JvK0M0T6vwrTTXtEq3S5D_vNnhxGRFi2dkyI_IqhjN9bZh84QdMr8VbyXpD2j7PwMrPo_bUwrMfdfxWw/s1600/P1030777.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh41iWoZHCVcv1GlALWTD0cYl7fEzdUnKlZWShW7kOWtK0-4jcsZuNoSKdJQI-JvK0M0T6vwrTTXtEq3S5D_vNnhxGRFi2dkyI_IqhjN9bZh84QdMr8VbyXpD2j7PwMrPo_bUwrMfdfxWw/s320/P1030777.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was maddening, frustrating, and I wanted to rip my hair out, but there was no convincing this boy to try to play. Jared kept telling me to relax, it was his FIRST TIME EVER, and we needed to give him a chance and not scar him. Afterall, he had never met the other boys, never had a practice, never played in a game before. With that being said, we left and rather abruptly--it wasn't one of my finer moments <em><span style="font-size: x-small;">(hey, at least I can admit it)</span></em>. However, since then I've calmed down as has the little soccer player. We talked it out, calmly and lovingly. He's assured us he'll try again, or at least try...since there was no trying last time, just crying. We have a soccer game in another couple of days and I hope to report much better results and even have some smiles in the mix. As annoyed as I was with Oliver, this all makes sense....this is our loving, kind, tender hearted, always wanting to help others boy. It's no surprise he doesn't wanna go out and fight over the ball with 8 other little boys! Who knows, maybe it's back to the drawing board with sports--how 'bout an individual sport, like swimming or golf ?? Despite my sharing this story, frustrations and all, I hope you all know how much I love my sweet little Oliver! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thanks for hanging in there with me and reading! Have a great day!</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><img height="72" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2kJB9ytASTHY5ZWj3fNhqS5IKygehgoSvlLs8aRVabrUbNo3rSY7h4Ira0O8gQoJ-adzzJeAQkxBy8VTzijtHCiaFwmOdrOlweO_w7au5g5uk5vOmZlqI4mfndo_3wohiI-3KL0J6XHU/s320/P1030775.JPG" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 551px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 1351px; visibility: hidden;" width="96" /></div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976156987243721975noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783033578955111301.post-70454960742830250072011-04-13T08:38:00.000-07:002011-04-13T08:38:24.872-07:00Imagination and Creativity<div style="text-align: center;">So we try our absolute hardest to not allow the kids to do any "electronics" on Sunday--which includes TV, the computer (games), the nintendo, Wii, etc. It's usually a battle and we have to give suggestions/ideas over and over again as to what they can do, but on this particular Sunday, their own imagination and creativity took over. I wasn't quite sure what they were up to, all I knew is it was fun to hear the boys all getting along and giggling their heads off. When you get gems of pictures like these, it makes every ounce of being a mommy worth it... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpFXp0biDtePRaT6CFluQoTvnuqMqCiPc56OT2N-n9g6HWd4k9ksrpT4VWS_5db8lFr7QO81rR8m3zICFgGza8jorv6kJ3ybUgOKf9GmehPQKnJQvyVIJiym5f-lbzvYq_X_Cm4MTffMU/s1600/P1030779.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpFXp0biDtePRaT6CFluQoTvnuqMqCiPc56OT2N-n9g6HWd4k9ksrpT4VWS_5db8lFr7QO81rR8m3zICFgGza8jorv6kJ3ybUgOKf9GmehPQKnJQvyVIJiym5f-lbzvYq_X_Cm4MTffMU/s320/P1030779.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">What's stuffed inside Dylan's pjs, you might ask? Oh, just wait..... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzTOZnfseUFBwZ6IXWEXApOaGkSOLnjBvZsL11saLya4kACuOsOpRakNsa66UqXSVog5fMIM8pWJ0m3hCoyQMvQifHLjZ-ZAINkhmnYfyryDRYXVDVSlyj-AvriRLf2GKzJ6IQXJide_I/s1600/P1030781.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzTOZnfseUFBwZ6IXWEXApOaGkSOLnjBvZsL11saLya4kACuOsOpRakNsa66UqXSVog5fMIM8pWJ0m3hCoyQMvQifHLjZ-ZAINkhmnYfyryDRYXVDVSlyj-AvriRLf2GKzJ6IQXJide_I/s320/P1030781.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Balls.....ooodles and oodles of balls </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHElc9Pb3t7AhyphenhyphenQ905Beqc6-RcDToMjZLhowx0v151zS4vMc5nrMkmfiDgz2vPzzYOIl4nmQAVx63QQ_9AaafqxkXO6g-qQPTvGq3oDN2zu1lgXUDRsFCIAhPvwOxvMsc8dFWjgsPz3fs/s1600/P1030783.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHElc9Pb3t7AhyphenhyphenQ905Beqc6-RcDToMjZLhowx0v151zS4vMc5nrMkmfiDgz2vPzzYOIl4nmQAVx63QQ_9AaafqxkXO6g-qQPTvGq3oDN2zu1lgXUDRsFCIAhPvwOxvMsc8dFWjgsPz3fs/s320/P1030783.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">like this many balls </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmq2dgIf1-YKBWLJamiGL5fA7zzC-jpi7mV90n9r0VJWtlaP3SBRcHMd4P9SOEZod_QVVRaTvNKzd_7MgOlf_pEUn5QEwtoS_VMGJC3VjQcqjSmqkDUrXXkJBidWr-MhD1wMl5PjZVh1Y/s1600/P1030784.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmq2dgIf1-YKBWLJamiGL5fA7zzC-jpi7mV90n9r0VJWtlaP3SBRcHMd4P9SOEZod_QVVRaTvNKzd_7MgOlf_pEUn5QEwtoS_VMGJC3VjQcqjSmqkDUrXXkJBidWr-MhD1wMl5PjZVh1Y/s320/P1030784.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Conner wanted to join in on the fun. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Who's that Spartan with junk in the trunk? <span style="font-size: x-small;"><em> (oh, did that just age me??)</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So, there you have it, imagination and creativity at it's best. </div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976156987243721975noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783033578955111301.post-30062442092032692782011-04-04T22:33:00.000-07:002011-04-04T22:33:47.469-07:00Spring WeatherHow is it that on Saturday my boys got sunburned on their cute little cheeks, neck and arms and then Sunday we woke up to 4 inches of snow??? Gotta love Utah Spring Weather...Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976156987243721975noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783033578955111301.post-88812397548511113792011-03-30T20:49:00.000-07:002011-03-30T20:51:45.987-07:00ContemplationI know you've all read about my attending the funeral of my friend, Justin Marcucci. I walked away from it feeling uplifted and hopeful, still sad, but mostly grateful and blessed. His brother shared a talk about Justin not living with resentment, anger, or malice towards others. He left this life with no ill will towards anyone and could honestly say that there are very few, if any, who ever remained offended or mad at him--he would apologize and ask for forgiveness, just as he knew the Lord expected of him. <br />
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It made me think....could I say the same thing? My honest answer is no. I cried for several hours after the funeral, not because of my sadness about Justin, but because of my sadness towards myself and my shame. It isn't easy to admit this, openly admit this, but I still harbor sad and mad feelings towards certain people or situations. Either way, I need to work on forgiving others. I most definitely need to work on my forgiveness, because that is what I would want others to do for me. Not to mention, I know the Lord expects it of me. It is what the Atonement of our Savior, Jesus Christ, allows everyone to do...to forgive others, no matter for what reason. It will take time, but I will focus my energy to do so.<br />
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But that's not why I'm writing this. I'm writing in hopes that whomever reads this will know that I wish I could do this in person, to sit and talk to sincerely apologize for my actions, attitude, and words if I have ever knowingly or UNknowingly offended you or hurt you. It may not mean as much coming from this posting, but I have genuinely put much thought into my need to apologize and ask for forgiveness. Please forgive me for my outspoken manner, my opinionated comments, my sassy remarks, my lack of compassion..the list could go ON and ON. But I'm truly sorry and hope you know I am trying my best to improve. It may not seem like it on the outside, I may still put my foot in my mouth <span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>(which I'm so often known to do :), </em></span>but I want to know that if anything ever happened to me, that I would knowI tried...I tried to apologize, ask for forgiveness and express my love to all those with whom I associate and am friends and family with. In fact, I pulled my parents, sisters, niece, and nephews aside over the weekend to tell each of them how much I loved them, truly loved them. If something were to happen, I don't want them to ever wonder if their daughter, sister, or Aunt loved them or not, cause the answer is ABSOLUTELY!<br />
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With all that being said, thank you for taking the time to read this <span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>(if you lasted this long) </em></span>. I appreciate the friendships I have developed over the years, even if only for a season and the love I feel from my family. I am truly blessed with an AMAZING husband, who is the love of my life and the most thoughtful, sweet, tender, understanding and tolerant man. He is an incredible daddy and continually shows the boys how much he loves playing, goofing around, joking, laughing, and loving he is. Thanks babe, I love you.<br />
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Enough already! Geesh, the sap is just flowing! Sorry! I'll stop now. Wish I could reach out my arms and give you all a hug, but instead...I'll send my love. Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976156987243721975noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783033578955111301.post-554791239827451052011-03-30T13:22:00.000-07:002011-03-30T13:22:02.539-07:00Wow, Where's the Time Gone??<div style="text-align: center;">Well, between having our computer crash and burn, using a dinosaur of a laptop now, being sick, baby poos, Aunt Candice's birthday, Disney on Ice, a girls night out, more sickness, more baby poos, Provo Beach Resort, attending a funeral of a close friend, spending over 30 hours in a car over a span of 4 days <span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>(for funeral),</em></span> getting to see my sisters and thier kiddos, Conner's Spanish Dance Festival, a pile o' laundry, even more sickness <em>(if you can believe it--uhg!)</em>, and even more poos <em>(if you can believe it--uhg! :)</em> would be why I was MIA from the blogging world for a while and explains our chaotic life as of late! Pause--have to go change a baby blowout--crazy how it can creep into the belly button and even manage it's way up to the armpit! Sorry, probably more than you wanted to know....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ok, I'm back. After a quick tubby, pick up from preschool, feeding, and laundry change, I'm back. I know, I know, you're jealous of the glamorous life I live. What can I say?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I just looked back on a few of my texts to Jared and found a cute one that I want to share. As many of you know, worthy Priesthood holders in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints are able to give blessings to the sick. Well, a few weeks ago, when we were fighting another round of coughs, little Dylan was coughing so hard during the night it would actually make him throw up. After one such episode, he turned to me and said, "Mommy, can I have a prayer from Daddy to help my cough go away?" How cute is that? I think it's kinda neat my 3 year old knows the importance of Priesthood blessings and wanted one in the middle of the night! Yes, this little 3 year old...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm6AQc-MbXdEkL8qypLWeb1FwCH709nkfWpSl1DVPzE-vFnLl8GuECk6uIqmLkekrjTmqqyO1BfososOnqEAAQcvCV-dWWeRHDNQ5qJLOnolYT0FiE-HWPJNvqa79a0tYyQm9-pQbNEnI/s1600/DSCN2514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm6AQc-MbXdEkL8qypLWeb1FwCH709nkfWpSl1DVPzE-vFnLl8GuECk6uIqmLkekrjTmqqyO1BfososOnqEAAQcvCV-dWWeRHDNQ5qJLOnolYT0FiE-HWPJNvqa79a0tYyQm9-pQbNEnI/s320/DSCN2514.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Provo Beach Resort </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Speaking of this 3 year old, the poor guy was kind of goofing around the other night, playing on his bed and such, and when he tried to get off his bed, took a rather nasty spill with his face taking the brunt of the fall--</div><div style="text-align: center;">Face + Toy Chest = OUCH!! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Not sure these pics show the full effect, but there is a bump on the corner of his eye and a purple line down his cheek.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6aMnYQCDTOGvf9FrudZjME9YqALoAa4m8xaSc1IeYatibD37X3NWWAaznrETB5GGIps8_9WewDMrVt57GLLtpPuwPoCeEZhxvwWOQ7esLi7nCmAfSnxoTSjAPj3yu0WifqhvKvwfjJB4/s1600/P1030749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6aMnYQCDTOGvf9FrudZjME9YqALoAa4m8xaSc1IeYatibD37X3NWWAaznrETB5GGIps8_9WewDMrVt57GLLtpPuwPoCeEZhxvwWOQ7esLi7nCmAfSnxoTSjAPj3yu0WifqhvKvwfjJB4/s320/P1030749.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here's a few fun pics from the boys going to the Provo Beach Resort with their Aunt. When I was sick, she was kind enough to take them to go do something fun. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNbQUbC6q3FWyd-EtCrVSpgCVKtEL8hEGA7WieMMvJVLY0eDAERS3G91LRQ7BvlV_91j8Fi8dr0sWUaLK5ecJFp9Sj5BxyCIL150cKBEOITnn3f1LidHHmFiY9YeYPNhZt90NBCVdslSI/s1600/DSCN2516.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNbQUbC6q3FWyd-EtCrVSpgCVKtEL8hEGA7WieMMvJVLY0eDAERS3G91LRQ7BvlV_91j8Fi8dr0sWUaLK5ecJFp9Sj5BxyCIL150cKBEOITnn3f1LidHHmFiY9YeYPNhZt90NBCVdslSI/s320/DSCN2516.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Conner being gobbled up by the Shark!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I know what you're going to think after this next batch of pics. Does Amanda ever do anything fun with her kids or is it always their Aunt Candice??? Well, mostly the latter, but I try to have a few fun times thrown in there! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikQ0HqBxXHChEqd3mjJlTU7MmwBWEkrHnTgZMr6a5iJ2niL8iX-jfoCV6fTcoRa3O7HHeOnHDGZgRdT9k9dxLk6XlDuwJ5cQQ-Yx9ptaFSW_6SKDB2qiUgPSASvoWgKVL934x6wFyOIlU/s1600/DSCN2526.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikQ0HqBxXHChEqd3mjJlTU7MmwBWEkrHnTgZMr6a5iJ2niL8iX-jfoCV6fTcoRa3O7HHeOnHDGZgRdT9k9dxLk6XlDuwJ5cQQ-Yx9ptaFSW_6SKDB2qiUgPSASvoWgKVL934x6wFyOIlU/s320/DSCN2526.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Disney On Ice--Incredible Seats! Front Row and loving it! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKjcmuTYPBcjtQWK3nxYKUdi61tCwb2HBPieSQArlw8FOTZWigX5ZEUOJGJM3BvHkDlqrDwmRrcx5XswmvxB5AKh-V8yE4_thTO5JomR_tPt2r4sZp4NczRtT9VcJYYyyhi7k9DCRIjVc/s1600/DSCN2572.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKjcmuTYPBcjtQWK3nxYKUdi61tCwb2HBPieSQArlw8FOTZWigX5ZEUOJGJM3BvHkDlqrDwmRrcx5XswmvxB5AKh-V8yE4_thTO5JomR_tPt2r4sZp4NczRtT9VcJYYyyhi7k9DCRIjVc/s320/DSCN2572.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Can I please have a fairy God Mother to grant my every wish? Pretty Please???</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBQpLylK7Z5KL4DYqsTvfRHRbUkgfLywTMP6EgrNMLomqHf3gvpX34EzmIHPdq-kjhVg2EC_lPyBYetwoKJLtYqxPByNcPRLHdvYNv19RPRErDmQ_jMAJGC2GeF_phPD9WapNDi6m49og/s1600/DSCN2648.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBQpLylK7Z5KL4DYqsTvfRHRbUkgfLywTMP6EgrNMLomqHf3gvpX34EzmIHPdq-kjhVg2EC_lPyBYetwoKJLtYqxPByNcPRLHdvYNv19RPRErDmQ_jMAJGC2GeF_phPD9WapNDi6m49og/s320/DSCN2648.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Boys' favorite part...TOY STORY!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Wait, I can't forget about the littlest Scoubes boy...he might just feel left out. He's getting bigger by the minute. We had our 4 month check up and he weighed 15 lbs and was in the 38th percentile, and in the 48th percentile for heighth! To top it off, he didn't even cry when he got his shots--I know, amazing, RIGHT?! He's so fun and the older boys absolutely LOVE to make him laugh and smile.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNJjAAdviCHRUF33FqxbiVe9A6s0fFJ-TQ5X8uSyMsQfYEYOdh5Sg1raClrZhy8q85LmZeTAorvlIYaHW-r9wc8iz0QEeBxnnqcR3mbqYygf6nJkUKvcnwnDUofpvn8VX3IlvjICpWVj0/s1600/P1030732.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNJjAAdviCHRUF33FqxbiVe9A6s0fFJ-TQ5X8uSyMsQfYEYOdh5Sg1raClrZhy8q85LmZeTAorvlIYaHW-r9wc8iz0QEeBxnnqcR3mbqYygf6nJkUKvcnwnDUofpvn8VX3IlvjICpWVj0/s320/P1030732.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Aiden's first time in the Johhny Jumper...</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCyOvV2YbZnbbhiIuP8GAugYAp9JiWyg5HN_69caKKsGfTTpr-m9fwFgKXXe5MgdOLHFXf05f76c2TgCIxZIXvuSHqW_jQvDRvwZLMBBBXjtR6sHutkiAv_gK9-HQEjJCM9hxA0_ESbBQ/s1600/P1030735.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCyOvV2YbZnbbhiIuP8GAugYAp9JiWyg5HN_69caKKsGfTTpr-m9fwFgKXXe5MgdOLHFXf05f76c2TgCIxZIXvuSHqW_jQvDRvwZLMBBBXjtR6sHutkiAv_gK9-HQEjJCM9hxA0_ESbBQ/s320/P1030735.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">HUH?</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsW2e4zXsMkvVs5sfAAKjVQC1DOX1wVEikrd5gU2xdzMZ62u7GdGQ-TDrTEHn95Dn6RSBoj2F6E3lUYvJXMF2DPfdvjL8JLxARqm8eJcKSygNphc5nWi7YEyObIfshM8g0S3oDnr86WeQ/s1600/P1030736.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsW2e4zXsMkvVs5sfAAKjVQC1DOX1wVEikrd5gU2xdzMZ62u7GdGQ-TDrTEHn95Dn6RSBoj2F6E3lUYvJXMF2DPfdvjL8JLxARqm8eJcKSygNphc5nWi7YEyObIfshM8g0S3oDnr86WeQ/s320/P1030736.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My easy going, happy boy!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">See? I can be fun too. I let them have fudgecicles for dessert one night! Pure fun...</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYhJaEPiBS86KFtZNiuaGO5ln8PC_xlIWPouVjAo7v4MmdVVlrWX8Z_aDwYwj5Aa3DTWFu0T5YWD7bhZn-NGi_oBsTe9Bl7o5UWJi-JGkJtSHay9JY-1daRaw-K-KY3Sfa9FmkPAHromk/s1600/P1030740.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYhJaEPiBS86KFtZNiuaGO5ln8PC_xlIWPouVjAo7v4MmdVVlrWX8Z_aDwYwj5Aa3DTWFu0T5YWD7bhZn-NGi_oBsTe9Bl7o5UWJi-JGkJtSHay9JY-1daRaw-K-KY3Sfa9FmkPAHromk/s320/P1030740.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Conner's Spanish Dance Festival Pics. I ended up missing it, but luckily Conner was very understanding and Jared took pics and video. Good thing there's one every year, so I can be there next year! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTNzf8IlfW4S2twxkDK8gF3YO0DHaZM_SAmk24h7vNYXCaGxfvlNs-4Zm65x8cDXuKaoxd-v7zeAdY5s0SWhU_cv-6jb1h68VIcCv27Lwl9x4UQO4fLm2n7DYAN3uCNWypaehyphenhyphenHzjJPTs/s1600/P1030746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTNzf8IlfW4S2twxkDK8gF3YO0DHaZM_SAmk24h7vNYXCaGxfvlNs-4Zm65x8cDXuKaoxd-v7zeAdY5s0SWhU_cv-6jb1h68VIcCv27Lwl9x4UQO4fLm2n7DYAN3uCNWypaehyphenhyphenHzjJPTs/s320/P1030746.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Back, left boy, with red striped poncho! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3OqTwgEW_wXflRrRZhQsbcJaMQu0fM_xeIJtIDGkx5AD2sITOzw8nh0VIu_u-9E9EUswJre1T8RUe2xfYMQvw0SUMLcDlbyB0-6mFE2yvljNqMd92M-jTNjtLBLZzB-dnfywJo_CWlUw/s1600/P1030748.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3OqTwgEW_wXflRrRZhQsbcJaMQu0fM_xeIJtIDGkx5AD2sITOzw8nh0VIu_u-9E9EUswJre1T8RUe2xfYMQvw0SUMLcDlbyB0-6mFE2yvljNqMd92M-jTNjtLBLZzB-dnfywJo_CWlUw/s320/P1030748.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Getting ready to sing--a little blurry... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaj4pDtZe8y-pZpEFPWmUHu_45DNcuOlUSjWWLDbmN8WY7lF0DYGL_9_so7CSpAIvUmDTJkJ89eG5q-DxK3INU2fkyZkQp2YrYFXbLUB12lYDIZgjJHJ2JWb9xMe0mehE9ZAgKb2BefpQ/s1600/P1030747.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaj4pDtZe8y-pZpEFPWmUHu_45DNcuOlUSjWWLDbmN8WY7lF0DYGL_9_so7CSpAIvUmDTJkJ89eG5q-DxK3INU2fkyZkQp2YrYFXbLUB12lYDIZgjJHJ2JWb9xMe0mehE9ZAgKb2BefpQ/s320/P1030747.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He's in there somewhere amidst all the sombreros...farthest one back?</div><br />
<div align="center">Well, Thanks for hanging in there with me through it all...I think I'm kind of finally caught up. Wait, will I ever really, truly be caught up? Probably not, but that's OK with me. I learned something at the funeral of my childhood family friend. Something he not only said to his family and friends, but lived and showed it through his actions: "LIFE IS NOT A SPECTATOR SPORT!" But more importantly, "THE GOSPEL IS NOT A SPECTATOR SPORT!" Get out there and do, do, do. So when I'm struggling with my PPD or life in general, I'm gonna try to whisper this to myself. Not that I'll be able to do it all the time, but it's worth a try and some effort--and I'm more than positive it will be worth it!! So, since my laundry is piling higher by the minute, I better go and do...</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw5w6BXbJhojHl0RZvFgROP8EF7EqUaf2UBPoI40efBGCFPLqPM9PsMltzOBYigKjX2bqoR_tbKVVun3CJnhDVHLWIzpYNWDSFgN0EzdTNgmkmR4FYzeOGTY2SwP8Q71dPqWS7PxsR5eg/s1600/P1030752.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw5w6BXbJhojHl0RZvFgROP8EF7EqUaf2UBPoI40efBGCFPLqPM9PsMltzOBYigKjX2bqoR_tbKVVun3CJnhDVHLWIzpYNWDSFgN0EzdTNgmkmR4FYzeOGTY2SwP8Q71dPqWS7PxsR5eg/s320/P1030752.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> A baby could get lost in all this laundry! Where'd he go? Oh, he's the smiley thing in the middle :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In loving memory of Justin Paul Marcucci</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><img alt="Justin Marcucci Memorial Page" class="photo img" id="profile_pic" src="https://fbcdn-profile-a.akamaihd.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/195725_100386170046122_3225491_n.jpg" /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCyOvV2YbZnbbhiIuP8GAugYAp9JiWyg5HN_69caKKsGfTTpr-m9fwFgKXXe5MgdOLHFXf05f76c2TgCIxZIXvuSHqW_jQvDRvwZLMBBBXjtR6sHutkiAv_gK9-HQEjJCM9hxA0_ESbBQ/s1600/P1030735.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976156987243721975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783033578955111301.post-81141070074279904872011-03-05T19:54:00.000-08:002011-03-05T20:02:55.008-08:00Seeing My World!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My mommy and daddy think I'm somethin' pretty special! I personally think I'm one strong boy, being that I've pretty much held my head up on my own since I was only a month old, I mean, not to toot my own horn or anything. Oh, and can you believe that I can type at the ripe old age of 3 1/2 months? Well, not really... Anyways, since I'm so strong, I have decided that laying on my back all the time is no fun and I constantly try sitting up. So my mommy was perceptive enough <span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>(go mommy!)</em></span> to realize she should try to help me see the world around me and borrowed this awesome Bumbo chair from her good friend <span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>(thank you!). </em></span>I absolutely love sitting in it. Here....the pictures show just how much</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Mw-QdCuUCUqyDmnehaPuVN4zjrlb45JM6PRMffSAEmcfrTK92yK5tXyVFJGyJPXp8Z4u9UxeMChHhV6e_Xu3bMoY413hEyblZPvvkc31UrZLiYbf2pH62jG3LRZlkpZf7iLU5KnKUK8/s1600/P1030722.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Mw-QdCuUCUqyDmnehaPuVN4zjrlb45JM6PRMffSAEmcfrTK92yK5tXyVFJGyJPXp8Z4u9UxeMChHhV6e_Xu3bMoY413hEyblZPvvkc31UrZLiYbf2pH62jG3LRZlkpZf7iLU5KnKUK8/s320/P1030722.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then back at dear ol' mom!</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-8P5QHhgNySXss06xCayBK746uRnQYXMZrU3y-rM0KHq32Fyjdp4aniDSNi2UjRMGPf8kTqvudIWEDczEJuEjcf8ys2WgDOFkt6I3PPsqnuopAcRUj0tbSZWKPdCcNTlmSye2MYDHBaI/s1600/P1030727.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-8P5QHhgNySXss06xCayBK746uRnQYXMZrU3y-rM0KHq32Fyjdp4aniDSNi2UjRMGPf8kTqvudIWEDczEJuEjcf8ys2WgDOFkt6I3PPsqnuopAcRUj0tbSZWKPdCcNTlmSye2MYDHBaI/s320/P1030727.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And my mommy thought it was cute to see me holding in my own binky, which isn't anything new, just so darn cute! Hey, what can I say?!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hope you all enjoyed my first post to mommy's blog. It might have been a little on the cheesy side, so if this is the last time, peace out. Thanks for enjoying my new perspective with me!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976156987243721975noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783033578955111301.post-63481325027654008102011-02-24T16:43:00.000-08:002011-02-24T16:43:57.768-08:00Our Girls<div style="text-align: center;">As you all know, I have my 4 wonderful boys, whom I love to pieces. And I can't count the number of times I've had random people, and even those close to me, ask me if we're gonna "try" for a girl. For now, my answer is not unless the Lord sends me a very LOUD message, but I secretly think I already have my girls...and I hope my dear, dear friend doesn't mind I think of them as mine, cause really, I know they're not, but I'm so grateful she shares her girls with me and my boys <span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>(major run-on sentence!). </em><span style="font-size: small;"> So for now, the Maile girls are our girls....</span><em> </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The other night we, Jared and I, planned a super fun night for the Maile Girls. It probably was more fun for me, than for them, cause I got to play dress up--which NEVER EVER happens with boys. We enlisted the help of my sister, Candice, since she's kind of the expert hair doer and I wouldn't have enough hands to do hair <em>and </em>makeup <em><span style="font-size: x-small;">(besides, Jared isn't all that helpful in the hair and makeup department :)</span></em> We set up a hair station, a makeup station, and the boys' job was to man the game station <span style="font-size: x-small;">(the Wii and a couple games we brought)</span> and Jared was in charge of the cooking station. We kindly asked Abby to leave so she could have some alone Mommy time. Then we got some tunes on and had a blast listening and playing the night away!! Here are some action shots of during the makeovers and then what we call their GLAMOUR shots of all our cute girls!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I feel bad I didn't get any pictures of Jared cooking, but he was the resident Chef who cooked all of us a delicious dinner of hamburgers and hotdogs per request by the girlies. Oh, and Ane Boo was Jared's little shadow, following him around all night long calling him "J", it was so super cute! And I also need to share that my boys were pretty amazing little men and helped like gentlemen should. They shared and were sweet and kind and helped make the night a success! When my parents got wind of the fun night we had planned, they volunteered to help in any way they could. I asked them to be the sweet grandparents they are and be in charge of dessert <span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>(fitting, right?!)</em></span> They brought us all yummy shakes and everyone gobbled them up!! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">All in all, I would say it was a successful night, and more than anything, I had my fill of GIRLS!! Thank you, Abby, for allowing us to do this! We love you, Maile girls! </div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976156987243721975noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783033578955111301.post-45765507533526760902011-02-24T15:53:00.000-08:002011-02-24T15:53:13.817-08:00Oliver Loses his First tooth!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We have another first around here! Just a few days after Conner had a bunch of his teeth pulled, Oliver lost his first tooth. If I haven't said it before, Oliver is a sweet, kind, helpful and very tender boy. He is thoughtful and rarely needs to be asked more than once to do something. There are days when having him is my solace and he keeps me from going crazy, unlike the other boys! He was beyond excited to lose his first tooth, especially since he's the ripe old age of 6 1/2! Here are his cute pics....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqXS-gJ_zR4y6mbvYVnOdm1cDAawFsKrYjE8E78VG9FQyOfK4VXtzdXobxOSMqPDQ_Wr40UROsZyED2g3flTWUjlWtF63HxXbzmQBlTnpfBkYg64c7jaPEQ0HWv70IgI7ypSuGxdFqZrk/s1600/P1030680.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqXS-gJ_zR4y6mbvYVnOdm1cDAawFsKrYjE8E78VG9FQyOfK4VXtzdXobxOSMqPDQ_Wr40UROsZyED2g3flTWUjlWtF63HxXbzmQBlTnpfBkYg64c7jaPEQ0HWv70IgI7ypSuGxdFqZrk/s320/P1030680.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">I love how pictures can capture the essence of an individual. This pic totally sums up Oliver's personality--gosh I love this kid!</div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976156987243721975noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783033578955111301.post-3986498247363586882011-02-24T11:54:00.000-08:002011-02-24T11:56:41.265-08:00Funny Conversation of the DayMe: Dylan, get your shoes on, we need to go pick up Oliver from school.<br />
Dylan: Ok, you want me text him to tell him we're coming? --Then he opens up his toy cell phone and presses buttons like he's texting.<br />
Dylan: Mom, I told him we're coming and that Buzz is downstairs fighting Zurg in your bedroom <br />
I begin to laugh: hee-hee-hee<br />
Dylan: Why you laughing, Mom?<br />
Me: Cause you're cute...<br />
Dylan: No I not, mom. Stop laughing.<br />
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This is funny for many reasons.... 1) Since when does my 3 year old carry around his toy cell phone and 2) pretend he's texting? 3) Where did Buzz Lightyear and Zurg come into the picture? 4) Why can't I laugh at my kid when it's totally entertaining!?!<br />
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Thanks for putting a smile on my face today, Dylan, ya cute kid!!Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976156987243721975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783033578955111301.post-28186955440196984052011-02-23T18:09:00.000-08:002011-02-23T18:09:13.895-08:00Seriously?Well, we are sick around here, but this time it's hitting the adults super hard...me, Jared, and my awesome sister, Candice, who is my right hand--literally. She helps me so much that she got sick from being around us, I'm sorry Candice!! Conner also got pink eye for the first time on Monday and as soon as I realized it, got some prescription eye drops called in from my doctor. I'm knocking on wood, really loud, that none of the rest of us get it!<br />
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All I can think of is, SERIOUSLY? We're freakin sick again? I do my best to make all of us wash hands, use hand sanitizer, and disinfect my house regularly--twice last week cause I was so happy we were healthy I wanted to keep it that way! Go figure. My friend texted me: well, at least you were healthy for a week. To which I have to say poo on that. A week is nothing. Why us? Why this winter, with a newborn? This is the worst winter I can remember in all our winters of being sick--is having 3 boys in school now the reason? Curse you school germs! Or curse my inability to not go stir crazy in the winter by staying home all day--I probably go out too much which lends us more to getting sick--dang PPD! Ok, I'll stop the pity party. Sorry you had to read this. I really just needed to vent more than anything. Thanks for listening.<br />
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Soon to come....Oliver losing his first tooth--another first! And our fun night with some adorable girls. But that will have to wait till I'm feeling a little better. Laters.<br />
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Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976156987243721975noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783033578955111301.post-2965642528623645222011-02-17T08:19:00.000-08:002011-02-17T08:26:29.688-08:00Too Good to Not Share<div style="text-align: center;">Sorry if I'm blogging too much, but in the beginning I warned this blog was partially going to be a journal, of sorts. Besides, this story is just too good to not share!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yesterday morning I was changing Aiden's diaper and getting him out of his jammies and into some clothes. I decided his bare belly was just too delicious and held him up to give it kisses. As I was kissing his belly, moving up to his chin, I was awarded with a mouthful of spit ups--ugh, beyond gross! It dribbled in my mouth, down my face, to my shirt and even into my cleavage--yuck! Nothing like a morning bath of stinky spits. Jared and the boys were laughing as I tried to not throw up and as they handed me wipes to clean myself off. I decided after that to give myself a real shower that didn't involve baby barf. So...there is a first for everything, even after the 4th boy I got my first mouthfull of stuff I hope I never get again! :) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNbSvgzAxekmUwff8g1ksxgQLkT9m2w0rU3eIkNIPiBtz-vX4SnsAr6sQki0cSnGMvn0xUJSGElveGpX1WGbxzfNtVqSCuJvPur8l1phWaMudhLqBynPpyq0s4XmDa6fk3eWrLvAWImps/s1600/P1030647.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNbSvgzAxekmUwff8g1ksxgQLkT9m2w0rU3eIkNIPiBtz-vX4SnsAr6sQki0cSnGMvn0xUJSGElveGpX1WGbxzfNtVqSCuJvPur8l1phWaMudhLqBynPpyq0s4XmDa6fk3eWrLvAWImps/s320/P1030647.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Like I said, delicious belly! Our version of Baby Shrek)</span></em></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">See, I told you it was too good to not share!<br />
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ps. cute things about Aiden at 3 months: he crinkles his nose when he smiles really big. He loves to move and kick on the floor as long as he can see someone--as soon as we're out of his sight, he starts crying. He is cooing/talking <em><span style="font-size: x-small;">(baby talk)</span></em> and his top lip is super cute when he talks to me. He loves to cuddle up next to mommy to sleep<em><span style="font-size: x-small;"> (good and bad).</span></em> He's the light of all of our lives!</div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976156987243721975noreply@blogger.com2