tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70302020306143594362024-03-05T12:52:15.848-08:00Alex Candace BrooklynAubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256087950989668180noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030202030614359436.post-54368933162469516142011-04-07T07:38:00.000-07:002011-04-07T09:16:08.550-07:00"The Thinker"<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Thinking beyond her years</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><p>I have three daughters. </p><br /><p>Three very different daughters. </p><br /><p>They each want to have their own claim, yet love a lot of the same things. </p><br /><p>As a mom it's tricky to highlight and praise their individual talents. We recently got a chance to highlight our Alex on her Kindergarten Special Day. Alex loves to create. Often times I will find her quietly drawing or coloring, when the other kids are off doing something else. My grocery list often get compromised with sketches and it's nearly impossible to find a notebook without her "touch". </p><br /><p>For her special day she wanted to make a mural of all her favorite things. She worked so hard on it and I think it turned out great! She included the mountains, one for skiing and one for camping <span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">(she even drew a tent for us and one for Max and Kaysie</span>)</span>. She drew our house with a long road to Utah to see Papa and Chicky. She is a long time BYU fan so a "Y" was included. She drew two missionaries representing Uncle James on his mission, her flying a kite, and of course Mickey Mouse. </p><br /><p>Like all artists she signed her work. But it didn't end there. She started writing something under her name in her very best handwriting.<strong> </strong></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>"You never know what you can do"</strong>. </span></p><br /><p>I asked her where she heard that and she just said it was in her head. I didn't know what to say. Here I have this amazing 6 year old given to raise and she is raising me. </p><br /><p>I don't share this story to brag or boast but to pass on her message that we truly never know what we can do until we try. </p><br /><p>She is such a special girl to us Everyday! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592865116798234546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6AzyZ7QCW7abQ3sBcUAGN6wIJjbsfWqSKf1e4KcFO-FFkBbI31B9yGGmC4eS178y3GBp6diyWCPaJ-PGekU0wZ-CoTcioC-5882lsB-7iS8wCPId8IjWYipVyxLaShv-x_Qn3FZ-WRpM/s400/CIMG2701.JPG" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592865112937601634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEPMANjLWgQc5vlwLydBiSCqDsULPhinQ3qV2TwaChFUV-qrV6cP5rYsf1enDZQ5vdxbjtJNLddfZwo4GzvqhP_Ak4YTiAsflq6h3oLzzV_fuqjZpgPtxuyx2RHm-2k9BIAz5fIkIZb8M/s400/CIMG2702.JPG" /> </p>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256087950989668180noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030202030614359436.post-61312648860400655862011-03-15T20:29:00.001-07:002011-03-15T21:08:28.306-07:00The First and Last<div align="center">FIRSTS and LASTS</div><br />As parents we often celebrate the many firsts in our children's lives. They are Huge, Important, Monumental and life changing. I'm talking about the first cry, first steps, first day of Kindergarten, first lost tooth. My kids are young so I will stop there as I can't bare the many many more firsts we have coming. I have the most well documented <em>firsts</em> for my children, but what about their lasts? They often happen and we don't even realize. As my baby's 2<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">nd</span> birthday is approaching I realize this next year will be a year of lasts for her. With potty training & Binky disappearance coming, I'm not especially sad but in a way I am because it just means she's growing up too fast.<br /><br />I love the way she wraps her arms around my neck when I get home, even if I've been gone only a little while. It always cracks me up how when she hears Ben in the kitchen after the big girls have gone to bed, she runs yelling "popcorn". She is usually right and she always gets some. She will watch and listen for the school bus so she can hide in the front closet and scare B & A. And somehow they are always scared. I love rocking her to sleep while she pats her blanket looking for a tie to twirl in her fingers. I love how she says "sorry" after an intentional hit to her sisters head with a brush. I am going to miss all the babyish sweet things she does but I am so excited for this next year too. Maybe that's why we celebrate the firsts more than the lasts it gives us something to work towards and look forward to.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcal8UCcxkJmb-8z2VHOcEjIeCZ2AbXjG2iF7I1uJ0GZKKLY22OE1LcPpa1cGXtZwThjJJgoRi9NCTycT4F8pe8oc1MxZ4sHiLd0ONDSHomcFtA_5-8Zg3-wAi_HXjFF7TD0dUGu8W67k/s1600/mar-nov+2010+428.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584515406069933538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcal8UCcxkJmb-8z2VHOcEjIeCZ2AbXjG2iF7I1uJ0GZKKLY22OE1LcPpa1cGXtZwThjJJgoRi9NCTycT4F8pe8oc1MxZ4sHiLd0ONDSHomcFtA_5-8Zg3-wAi_HXjFF7TD0dUGu8W67k/s400/mar-nov+2010+428.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256087950989668180noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030202030614359436.post-53396243788019929362010-10-14T13:40:00.001-07:002010-11-05T08:21:01.127-07:00Grandpa Fillerup<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLfmyOzqW90FTvawMmMax8TxSzw0m0Lc1cycqabmUFO0rjf5x4Nuu4PUddXfOpRAn6x9iNvUGxHH97yAKTEXhZ1Rasx5RsybmQz79OwCSZ6EF399F10gjnmtmXO6w8zgoPGBIKl8bc0vM/s1600/CIMG1737.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528027036878680610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLfmyOzqW90FTvawMmMax8TxSzw0m0Lc1cycqabmUFO0rjf5x4Nuu4PUddXfOpRAn6x9iNvUGxHH97yAKTEXhZ1Rasx5RsybmQz79OwCSZ6EF399F10gjnmtmXO6w8zgoPGBIKl8bc0vM/s200/CIMG1737.JPG" /></a><br /><div>This is my Grandpa. He has been such an influence in my life. When I moved from Utah to go to school at Northwest I found it so comforting to have my grandparents near. As a young girl we lived close but it wasn't until I moved back did I become so close to my them. I lived with them the summer after my first year of college in their basement. Grandpa was always good for a joke with dinner. I shouldn't have been surprised when after dinner he would study the scriptures in both English and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Portuguese</span>. It seems they were the first to know I would marry Ben (even before I did) and I remember they told my parents, who hadn't met him yet, what a good guy he was. I got a call from my mom asking what was going on. They were serving a mission in New Jersey when Ben and I got married and moved to Lovell. Grandpa grew up in Lovell and would we would write back and forth and he would tell me all about his days growing up. The regrets, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">mischief</span>, and pleasures. When I had Brooklyn he and my Grandma came to the hospital to visit me and their first great grandchild. I remember he ran into a friend <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">who's</span> daughter was having a baby to. He thought that was pretty funny. Grandpa had friends everywhere, and if not he made them. He and Grandma always came to my girls birthday parties, baby blessings, and dance recitals. They made such an effort to support us. Some of my girls fondest memories are going up on Tuesdays for dance and getting to visit Grandpa & Grandma after. Grandpa would take the girls in his studio and set them up with watercolors and paper and they would all paint together. I remember when the girls would act up he would just shake his head and give a little chuckle. One time Brooklyn found an old <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">children's</span> song book and took it to Grandpa to sing with her. I still remember that voice singing with her, the same one I had heard singing me Happy Birthday over the phone for years. He took the time to make the little things count. In the more recent years their trips here have been few, so we spend more time at their house. When we haven't been for awhile the girls start bugging us to go. When Grandpa took a turn for the worse and his years of neglecting his diabetes caught up with him, it hit us all hard. I spent many days just being there, wishing now it would have been more. He passed away on July 2 at the age of 86. It is hard to remember all the wonderful things you love about a person who's gone, hoping they knew how much they meant to you. The tears are flowing as I write this, sad tears, because I miss him. I go and visit Grandma now on a regular basis. She is doing amazingly well, she misses her sweetheart and has his pictures surrounding her chair reminding her of happier days. The girls get mad when I go while they are in school because they love to go see Grandma too. We still say "Hi-ho" when we walk in the door and occasionally I find the girls peeking in the studio, after I shoo them out I take a deep breath just for his smell. I feel very blessed to have had him this long and that he was able to be part of my girls lives. I have caught Alex crying because she misses him too. That's when we curl up and read his book of his life history. Boring bedtime story, I know, but it seems to make us all feel better.<br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528008160313933042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV3SKc-xX8vcrQj6XGjvSDzYVwhrKWXCA1RENERxE-mZH6xF1bBVLGKPBOUwi797ap0KWk2JbTMjmzC_rj7fw8U9C0Ax9ZE0xckiD8W9tzafgxmp9Mmr1HC6NHEEAL48oE_rkq8XX8_zs/s200/DSCN0936.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528008147448399570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgilCcGWMKGuV7isfC5sRHwB7EXQNKuzubFYf9k5VztOHufIat3NWVe2R5UtLmbGUSsH6v3VbcnzN1JyB-PJFBbHqf320Yfiyq1q0NeihbU1C9oA_JDc-OhiLsTZwzIL-sUK0VeCa3rp7Y/s200/Grandma+F.bmp" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528008169974528610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRwzRnqzVMaIxlmVmX72F0sRQ3Zt4p7yGMf3m2jR-th78QBMsPDm20HPwL-jlh17lCsOPs2dPCkYGQw6eXLNlH0w5_tR0pRUldmz6jaKSbkthc_iYqmgfh2kg_Jy4xB8o9cq7jGY6kMqw/s200/CIMG1939.JPG" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528008199406095026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNqgiyJdfTWSEqONIgUMiO51iqqV4NOMH7jwFL5YAksHyim57fj0q7KVjU15v8AhlblYEUcgXC6vKgdrBpFvmTf8hq5jz1n1HIhpFfXg0wFXvRJ7vgkphOT5peBM7BBlurtXS4BfB5tFE/s200/CIMG1940.JPG" /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEgtg2YWX-yHkhX_7V9IFd6EzUxMrlD_F3mISkHsOlvtP9UB3wWpSNur9PDfH66hrv1azzXaXepKVWjLndhM7vYj6Cd69h4s6Tz3Ma57hSsU51oRxhfDZ1rEmc9WNXpoWxrBEjlYp-HJ0/s1600/CIMG1737.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256087950989668180noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030202030614359436.post-18021054780065603722010-10-14T12:10:00.001-07:002010-10-14T13:37:53.651-07:00May<span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;">May</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Alex's VIP Preschool Graduation</span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="center">I wish my kids could stay in preschool forever...or at least VIP. I truly believe that once all the parents were shooed and gone that something magical happened, almost like Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium. Where everything comes to life and the kids are so eager and willing to learn. They come home bubbly and excited about their creations: mud pigs, fire trucks and finger painted pictures. Miss C and Miss L created a place like no other, so full of love and kindness you could feel it in the air. It always seemed contagious and if I took Alex to school grumpy she came home happy and cheerful. Some will say it's not magic but I believe it is. </div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527995406879122114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh626rsmOlyxU3WGGoZriK0XZmYrRP5rJmSM0VH97iIJr-0OARMDooVwaeS2xb9RLqwrarFjsnmOJfm2GM4aU5po9aZqHpoMbOFikWynyoZqHT5DAp7BkHSx17UCRd7vT4rilr-FLHrZds/s320/CIMG1676.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527996181493665522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5MgL4WA_EI6kzBgVb8yHZxN6d7ddlEXIpD38q0v8uBhfWWSHhzyzHdSrzOAldtjrrea75mChH2mog19aUZyEmo_cPT0jSfBZG-qYsofQ6Z-jROgL6X9pxyMnxncOwJIqvhtPzqErh7t8/s320/CIMG1684.JPG" /></span> Our Dear Joy School Group<br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"></span></div><div><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527995387366656370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMMi8Dmdq2C3gWZ5h266Vu2l6Oz1zpU93-ZEgkw0a8mL1r_QLYy_gh2T7MvjUiVRqY5-TXM3Pb1ITeT6nplLC5Q6Gin2LG1ma2j9iTbyi3pM1BpIlurFMvCBROwuEVAAZAHOaU-pwYbBg/s320/CIMG1687.JPG" />Team Alex!! Thanks for coming April, Gretchen and gang.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div>People try and tell you to be cautious who you marry, because you marry the <em>whole</em> family. In some cases it's a bad thing but in my case I think I did better than I could have planned. I got to see this family in action this month when my sister in law, April, got married. We were all able to come together and create this beautiful reception for April and Ryan. I must say I was so overwhelmed at times but it always seemed there was someone there just when they were needed. We are all so happy for April and Ryan and love them to pieces!!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527993256864153490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Xs6qll2mGaUxYrHXnpBq2hduaEffQyVKN2khx8MZf27DeCTL1KEENgeRNZnTvSjY5Nb54CUPn0svaF1GjaLI30UsilWxQTE_9TBgsicrNg-diGVEsS9qkB9FCrq32gDuexw3J9lD8BE/s320/CIMG1633.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527993304876470946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXSK-3jnu_KW9UOUoOaP0cUk3M5LxktNn657gLfStGNDFqsZitQgFQnVEABL_fvjrzdryE4q48QW9p7iMhyphenhyphenCNmJyES9LQXqbte5bAbeXQ7mCeAiqivTwk1fypjujlLrcBQF224K9c6d3Q/s320/CIMG1661.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527993295432164146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilDGsGuHD_MJaEyDmkDLqupjFqsTD36i8XYZlFEtc0Q48Fmzl7VYXYKkwIPx42p2GD3QUxPj4eesW3qdn7gfoK4sjn6VcNt8dO6MaddgYkplxJBbU_gG2hnJzzOG9SbUx3ECe13SDuWuw/s320/CIMG1665.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527993284696435938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUoqBBuNKGQ5jPx7C6_Ir62YYKC36d0HMbK3TwVk8whWiG5uuP3hwOXJUBlYO7TwMzigEXcwJf4ky-pc7a9s-wJFNyneI5ACrP_XVEenVUZRQXE3FzAzmK-wXOfXPFTS7x07TMTusMsrE/s320/CIMG1651.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527993276062818562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8pYb_0qWGTTjw0XAbpQL44Zc50D-A2nK0jDNxfh5MI00JkdFz45ngQ30wcMW24rEre7HClv2qxPaE1nCe1iQNgGJ3LSH9IIfbGZZpGoTOJZNoRR3sUyaGJZVUnvwGJNT9pqIoLzb1I6E/s320/CIMG1642.JPG" /></div><div></div></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256087950989668180noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030202030614359436.post-59085995418566423552010-10-13T12:40:00.000-07:002010-10-14T10:12:16.225-07:00April<span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;">April</span><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Aunt Susan and Uncle Dave have put on an egg hunt for the whole family for a few years now. They hide eggs and candy in their back yard and then the kids find it! They even make if fun for all the Mom's too. They have a golden and silver egg with a movie pass to the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Hyart</span>. It's always a fun time to get together and see everyone. Thanks Aunt Susan and Uncle Dave!!</div><br /><div></div><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjChO8APQHlYFmQ4xpGaNwvymzUGuO85VhKtAoP4zESqiBijSsFmwA2jg01AaBG8ECen-Svstfs1otAYvgrauG0AXKEoPPxuWScB8VIqUdjcK8FbMO-vuZWelP3Bw67QY70I3hfiiGbU-I/s1600/CIMG1545.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 126px; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527928417992794098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjChO8APQHlYFmQ4xpGaNwvymzUGuO85VhKtAoP4zESqiBijSsFmwA2jg01AaBG8ECen-Svstfs1otAYvgrauG0AXKEoPPxuWScB8VIqUdjcK8FbMO-vuZWelP3Bw67QY70I3hfiiGbU-I/s200/CIMG1545.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsGjbh86ZEMjJR8D4-iLy21-eA9oQGk-CSa4WEkZjjm7nfGB35_8Y0EfZ51zfu2BdvX9q-K8REHIS7WCzQoEa3C8sSoYnhITxZnBLKgTUJ3-7TaV9PprWTk9E1_8Ee1DwcgoUwh0O79jE/s1600/CIMG1553.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 178px; HEIGHT: 139px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527928419915743650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsGjbh86ZEMjJR8D4-iLy21-eA9oQGk-CSa4WEkZjjm7nfGB35_8Y0EfZ51zfu2BdvX9q-K8REHIS7WCzQoEa3C8sSoYnhITxZnBLKgTUJ3-7TaV9PprWTk9E1_8Ee1DwcgoUwh0O79jE/s200/CIMG1553.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZkcgFdlxTumP2p8Yi4bu4oAvVTwXwfDVeNPUOSS5L9ccdz8VZjDRvZP_LLBdoe4Be58fT5nqfxzy-5oBXc3XCCXmvIYo4zhV519JtxfMzYancDOnJBzF8hel5Ast47vz5ixP7QBLmzeM/s1600/CIMG1547.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 141px; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527929196645253506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZkcgFdlxTumP2p8Yi4bu4oAvVTwXwfDVeNPUOSS5L9ccdz8VZjDRvZP_LLBdoe4Be58fT5nqfxzy-5oBXc3XCCXmvIYo4zhV519JtxfMzYancDOnJBzF8hel5Ast47vz5ixP7QBLmzeM/s200/CIMG1547.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBqy8ATshD_KVPqBw09Op4wfPWyeOq5KnlaiIAEJ-4GWMRK7ZqrsbkOYxdUyQiO4bMs0ZGea8mE0f-MrQ4eJ64HR30pNaiYWBceD_ozLrWizkv9qYXAb9IlRioeueeTkeKIG4W4ZadE3s/s1600/CIMG1543.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 130px; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527928409708646514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBqy8ATshD_KVPqBw09Op4wfPWyeOq5KnlaiIAEJ-4GWMRK7ZqrsbkOYxdUyQiO4bMs0ZGea8mE0f-MrQ4eJ64HR30pNaiYWBceD_ozLrWizkv9qYXAb9IlRioeueeTkeKIG4W4ZadE3s/s200/CIMG1543.JPG" /></a></p><div><br /></div></div><div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Candace's First Birthday!!! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5EAQ5gemSx0VoD4A5CcKh6OBjJQZeuHNLe5GlgnibMoeQouWLoE7gI_lZGFdB6SzjlX-f_F7qt4PTnLI4TofTVdcsIOmEKeDz1A-L8zqGnxxCxC8JMW9zagMpT4kgWclETih8lOe3dqs/s1600/CIMG1556.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 134px; 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HEIGHT: 106px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527939453397142354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho2PiB3TjPIhUxZdqg81jP7gzmUumDMUN_X47E1NVSJNF_KmyRqXyV9ErqHBYbEcszTR0GyYNwk3bR2L96rZKG4QRhOdU_yOI-jR10CnW5Lbkjz4fGN1JO9fTyTLVfjdp9hOKIcrl7cE4/s200/CIMG1560.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>No one likes being sick especially on your very <span style="font-size:180%;">1st</span> Birthday! Poor Candace woke up feeling miserable, one of those you can see in their eyes. I told the girls that morning we were going to have to cancel her party scheduled for that evening. Alex looked at me with a look of unbelief and said "Mom you <em>can't</em> take away her birthday!" We did make her cupcakes that day but I wouldn't let her open any presents <span style="font-size:78%;">(I didn't want her sick germs to get on them, dumb I know). </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Our neighbor kids came over and we all sang to her. She was so sick she didn't want to eat dinner but she perked up for her cupcake. Who doesn't? So even though her birthday day wasn't much we did have a great party about 2 weeks later. </span></div><br /><div></div><div>1 year olds are the best! She is so easy to please and seems to go with the flow of our crazy life. I have never had a such a great napper/sleeper. Ben calles her "Linus" because where ever she is, her blanket is right behind her. We seem to call her "Cancan" quite a bit. Our sweet little neighbor, Carter, loves to make her smile and his favorite way is by dancing and singing the cancan song to her. He is usually succesful at getting smiles out of everyone. :) It has taken me most of her first year to get adjusted to 3 kids and now the house seems empty when the girls are gone to school. She loves to be outside and seems to have no fear of cats, sprinklers or grasshoppers. She seems to have melted a special place in everyones hearts and we are so blessed to have her in our family. </div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256087950989668180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030202030614359436.post-45856886265577504532010-10-12T14:58:00.000-07:002010-10-13T12:39:58.813-07:00March: part two<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#009900;">March:</span> Part Two</span><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">D</span><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">isneyland</span>!!!</div><br /><br /><div align="center">We had 3 total days to spend in Disneyland & CA Adventure and we used up every minute of it. We spent most of our time there with Sam & <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Brandee</span> which was handy so we could kid swap and go on all the rides we wanted, sometimes twice! I think we might of wore them out a bit from all the running but they were good sports and we had a BLAST! On the way home the girls were already talking about "next year". I told them to give us a few years. It's hard My family has been going since I was a small child (my grandparents lived 1 hr away) and Disney kind of gets in your blood. I must admit I am already looking for tickets for next summer with hopes for a bargain. Any takers<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527609660565946434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifizqztozimmB7E54y249y8B8xVZ0zmxRijI-xhSaI5XVSyP7qdYLlPN_jE-XwUiGJBQoDgUpjt2BpNEbFzvaZRYyzzjEQgAlWi7HqKUUczQ2taxjDZCxFBl_wkTfSUtIxnBU6weMmVFA/s320/CIMG1426.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527615039212092114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHNvOA3FoFRLv5PtY4hkbviiHrchb7Z3zEHRQ-otUnUz_TfJFL4404bpwkGD4PMhSh8MadAXrwLf48e1RPOGplnoanK99BCFaOl-xp-F2MuD9enbabSQJn4dE5GVpIpdlxoPem6bBOuL4/s320/CIMG1478.JPG" /> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Alex, Brooklyn & <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Taycee</span> on Splash Mountain. Brooklyn got soaked but still rode again...this time in the back.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527609658681206130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvOxFI-0Tro2NZNWVW0OwppuD_x8QFyoKdEuYaOAxFceJw9cY5bydGs84w0Y6bM7fZ73r5FQ6n7PbBAfIWEkxDgAYZMPYRkEo69egcQ8M3khkSLm3IJDNkYvbwcHjSbK1o4abGfUQnfw8/s320/CIMG1450.JPG" /><br /><br />Ben loves taking the roller coaster shots. See that sweet little girl next to me? Ya, she can scream like no other sound I have ever heard!<br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527609652399861554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6qtJqLmrgktepmTqzLdkmrDRJ0tsn8sFVZZ7xbGkSuz6zTfLsh4Pp_gQtonFvfKrkI8MV5hOiNHW0srahAhRC240RjX_XSxYaAAC3pWiMyHhU-UXxcFeuJ_gfw4sT3F9NnKowYS59csg/s320/CIMG1458.JPG" /><br /></div><div>If you have ever "opened" Disneyland or CA Adventure you know it's the way to go. Ya, you have to get up before the sun but it's <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">sooo</span> worth it. The girls were great sports and it pays off when you get to ride all the "big" rides by walking on. You can see Ben and Alex are soaked, the bad thing about those early mornings is the sun isn't out yet. We took the girls on Grizzly Rapids and we all were pretty wet coming off. They were pretty tough and eventually we dried out.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527617007383250834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6iOUEBiuAWfajvsd00mt-ZEemSCABv8EyX7sVIp8a-XAgaAajo-oEqYc3hen9SLPWF89611w1-JhioI1CTgUwdcGAutBJ-JE_SvrqzM0NMJqYj-XQSuVjrdkx78vnwdLrp28ndzx0Vpc/s320/CIMG1472.JPG" /> <div><br /><br />Our little family, waiting for the shuttle. It was hard to keep them calm they were so excited!<br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527609643180295138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5IhffitmVadrb1vMgbU6jSbz_TpIWYFi-dAxO8T_ZVXKTAyR72HGvzObos3OPZcbD6yxCdpeEphBaPw8xz-rKHH69W5SD2UEOuBdO8q7Lhp6ug_KSpP5kXfOoaSbQv7EbrHcDafSYIHs/s320/CIMG1403.JPG" /></div><div></div><div>This is the last day and you can tell we had lots of fun and wore them out. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527615033846586754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBBb9EQgmswPjW6UK2aiTK5gkwTrLOT9SDS4L_pnDNTIMBoDgeEF4RQCk8DBbNNkYfFhUX942Fss7MisBuY9NrL3Kroe6FDLqRck_27OcvOMDBfcWOmFQ_2VJxx-ac1iWVbefSpCb9m9o/s320/CIMG1451.JPG" /><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256087950989668180noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030202030614359436.post-59560216796757049172010-10-12T14:09:00.001-07:002010-10-12T14:57:11.276-07:00March: part one<span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">March:</span> <div><div><div><div><br /><div>In March we went to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Las</span> Vegas and stayed a few days and then on to California for a few more. I think I'm going to break it up since we did so many fun things and I don't want to have to pick just a few. </div><div> </div><div>We stayed at this condo that had amazing swimming pools. We went in March and us WYO folks thought it was going to be boiling hot. It was a little on the cool side, but we swam anyway. </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527276643179213730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXRvX-fLb1sWE6w7PHci0YeRD74LxQdvz4_m9UMwyC_SyMDItJq3jdVtuVTmAuLhw2-uUJb9DLbNNL2SzIixIZOHIIHRKtcwqW4uJr8XkvxaJ_cOTO4Ike9BLHbzzG8yGPdTR1ClcEDeE/s320/CIMG1328.JPG" /><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div>Have you ever driven <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Las</span> Vegas BLVD aka "The Strip" at night, in a suburban, with construction and big buses? Well put that on my list of things I've done and don't need to do again. We had girls night and Heidi was able to get us some tickets to Phantom of the Opera. I had never been to an opera so I thought everything was AMAZING. I felt like I was on the edge of my seat and totally mesmerized the whole time. </div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527276638823463554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHu0CYcsFk3lSH-HCimv9EzvjuN9ljrMm8CS4wrtaRWWjjbBq9Dnxq6SD5DbdHDV3Hq07gdWAf9GGSFB45zAUYEkXLFA4NReLVYZhFnF-N0C4W_wdvpwSHhd3z9XfFeKah50Sy0P2ordc/s320/CIMG1337.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527276628713467810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmSCcmSxvL0_QxZCqdDpC1Qqe2Tr0mWZI7voyrrxj4KHrK4dZtPMtX-aVTbHVtVd61BO7ErR8Uge3slghDeR1F6Aljm25rCtV7aPyT4UinfwNqLN_t16ak-lR_OD6UrSIDAXvEFiqPzFc/s320/CIMG1334.JPG" /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Since Heidi was living there she knew this great Children's Museum. I had looked it up before we went and found out they had a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Berenstain</span> Bears exhibit while we were there. We all love the B.Bears so of course we had to go for a few hours. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527276646765608226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsUUEVU1XjZjOVo6BMUjt1RLMVxCTMD8heyvXRTzf6d17yLh977mpRl60sMLdzFFezrhMlJNnhTTkm81qnDq6Yr3S21VOzHt48MrjT8LwKx9rLo9oga2oct6GMcCx0HpYOAx2ZTzPITU8/s320/CIMG1345.JPG" />This is part of the Children's museum where they had a bunch of science activities. This is a wind tunnel that the breezes got <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">up to</span> 80 miles per hour. I thought Wyoming was windy! All our hair was in knots for the rest of the day. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527276656645384434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiERIfzOWNw-qY2xDbQlu7md6moViQLwdGAd9fHlwSbLQpwfSfWOSFvvWYnsGOCDqol-2vqxOlZOylGa2GCjTdd0JlSxqoSEClzxOTRdkzhy35xnkuizqD9UsKBvHLmS-jni0_1qT_hhVI/s320/CIMG1401.JPG" /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256087950989668180noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030202030614359436.post-34313403097942933442010-10-12T11:34:00.000-07:002010-10-12T12:04:22.480-07:00February<span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;">February:<br /></span>I don' think I can call this a February activity but more an all winter activity. This was the girls 3rd year skiing and they get better each time we went. Brooklyn has gained <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">alot</span> of confidence and tries to go off jumps like Aunt Becca. Alex is getting more and more confidence and loved to play follow the leader. It is fun to have them liking it and we can't wait to hit the slopes again. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsDKGy3Zud3RoT_EOn7TKl0nV3baq1XjjS3-rUxFaRb4Z1G_gO-G2AcukzaihQ3gYIpaXoHpgV-tmI3a-y_xytt3uAXyibWQnIkMaazyrdiA5NxDe0cvYKIZWXYKOG97J7KWRBjwRgjx0/s1600/CIMG1230.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527232204778973458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsDKGy3Zud3RoT_EOn7TKl0nV3baq1XjjS3-rUxFaRb4Z1G_gO-G2AcukzaihQ3gYIpaXoHpgV-tmI3a-y_xytt3uAXyibWQnIkMaazyrdiA5NxDe0cvYKIZWXYKOG97J7KWRBjwRgjx0/s320/CIMG1230.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzmUyRZi8vzCSUDRL4fDbmYEc_TMhXsEv5jvkG9GNQfLV1w6PNEN_CmQN5fTRfrhOBYTcYVzNj0Te-D5sABFrojbxnuBGvIyMz-IY-lVl2UlyV1Rke0_7iC5teJ-Qa9dcQVKWWCsCSKkI/s1600/CIMG1309.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527232194921636994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzmUyRZi8vzCSUDRL4fDbmYEc_TMhXsEv5jvkG9GNQfLV1w6PNEN_CmQN5fTRfrhOBYTcYVzNj0Te-D5sABFrojbxnuBGvIyMz-IY-lVl2UlyV1Rke0_7iC5teJ-Qa9dcQVKWWCsCSKkI/s320/CIMG1309.JPG" /></a><br />This is Princess Cancan playing in Alex's fire truck from school.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ZdaNS1QMltIY4aRc1zYRa7pOz_FYh0bXNxnHauHEeYdcUYcIJIkcOgl5PWSsEW7CbFzQsal6KcsWP8-gLLkR4QVi1_kP1MoOTEHZrs4aPO36JQ1zqtiD0yy5pL5XZFAK4-RPhtWDPBo/s1600/CIMG1238.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527232187008315298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ZdaNS1QMltIY4aRc1zYRa7pOz_FYh0bXNxnHauHEeYdcUYcIJIkcOgl5PWSsEW7CbFzQsal6KcsWP8-gLLkR4QVi1_kP1MoOTEHZrs4aPO36JQ1zqtiD0yy5pL5XZFAK4-RPhtWDPBo/s320/CIMG1238.JPG" /></a><br />Alex turned 5 this past year and she is growing up so fast. She is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Candace's</span> biggest protector and tormentor. She is my biggest helper and messiest child. She waves to Ben each morning in our picture window until she can't see his truck and the first to hug him when he comes home at night. She is always ready to play with Brooklyn when she gets home and eager to hear about her day. Alex would rather fruit and veggies over candy or sweets. She would rather you play a game or read a book to her than buy her a present. One time she was in trouble for something and was having a time out in her room. Ben had gotten home from work and I told him to go and get her out but that it was my turn to have a time out in my room. Pretty soon here comes Alex with some lotion asking if I would like a foot rub. She is a great peacemaker and I hope learn something from having a child just like myself. We love this girl who loves life and wants to make others happy.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiONYLtPVj10sGavG4hTCiBFU-F7-pTkRGjfYZxvjT2MtPxpf5bMphwDnjYcFAkt-ItQd9Gop_AEYz6swc1SWfJ3E6rvm_JeqrAKCiUxLFVprBv5BXk30QssO47WajSOPBv1a_jNqwJjwY/s1600/CIMG1289.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527232178680890850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiONYLtPVj10sGavG4hTCiBFU-F7-pTkRGjfYZxvjT2MtPxpf5bMphwDnjYcFAkt-ItQd9Gop_AEYz6swc1SWfJ3E6rvm_JeqrAKCiUxLFVprBv5BXk30QssO47WajSOPBv1a_jNqwJjwY/s320/CIMG1289.JPG" /></a><br /><br />*notice the missing tooth. She lost her first tooth New Years Eve and her second one New Years Day. Two teeth in two days and in two different years!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrzeR72x7f8rpM-nbHBOHcvDHJW065r2WJliEo_nYtKYlMA4pmBRCfJYhqvDzmY_FyM2ckJbo0_bW1FnVmU4yYDwGE6dj7yAJrsRQyuVOQ135_v5JLmVVOWhyphenhyphenHH1mkovaUpQcIuuJeWKk/s1600/CIMG1220.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527232168617528850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrzeR72x7f8rpM-nbHBOHcvDHJW065r2WJliEo_nYtKYlMA4pmBRCfJYhqvDzmY_FyM2ckJbo0_bW1FnVmU4yYDwGE6dj7yAJrsRQyuVOQ135_v5JLmVVOWhyphenhyphenHH1mkovaUpQcIuuJeWKk/s320/CIMG1220.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256087950989668180noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030202030614359436.post-21633047113423953742010-10-12T10:29:00.000-07:002010-10-12T10:37:50.150-07:00JanuaryJanuary: I had the best 30<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> Birthday ever!! (glad I will only have one) I flew to Vegas for a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">shopping</span> trip with Heidi. Dan came and picked me up from my late flight because Heidi was supposedly not feeling well. When I got to their apartment all the lights were out with candles and balloons everywhere. That's when my Mom, Mickey and Becca jumped out to surprise me. We had talked about everyone meeting there, but had decided it couldn't work in everyones schedules. They made some sacrafices to come and I loved every minute of it! We do have pictures somewhere, I have seen them. They must be on someone elses camera. Just imagine the fun while I track down the pics.Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256087950989668180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030202030614359436.post-66516761982892715562010-10-12T09:59:00.000-07:002010-10-12T10:21:23.853-07:00December<div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">December:</span></div><div>CHRISTMAS Season!!! We again were able to be in Heber for Christmas and I am so glad we were. Little did we know it would be my Grandpa Fillerup's last Christmas. On Christmas Eve we did the usual songs and nativity but what made it special was my Grandma and Grandpa each took a turn telling us of past Christmases they remembered. I was able to record some of my Grandmas but with my usual plight of dead camera battery was unable to get any of Grandpas. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Of all the Christmases we spend in Utah my girls hadn't been to Temple Square to see the lights. It was -10 out but we kept warm with hand warmers and cuddling. The lights were not as spectacular as I remembered and I read later that they are cutting back to save electricity. Everything was still beautiful and the girls enjoyed seeing where Mom and Dad were married 10 years earlier (almost to the day) </div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527207305318765618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7-BgDlnKJbAO1cd8Kq-7WXp-JMGELtAi0wkTszoIT_f2JoG7-BsbSNfDAiau89ZfHSdWIBSpaiUW4gjfbCrwXjM-PLQW8aFq8Mpl-lm3DG90AgIVdgPyFlKh58_nSxHC7AIocX4IGhsU/s320/CIMG1209.JPG" /></div><div>Family Picture of some of My Dad's family: Dad, Aunt MaryBeth, Aunt Sharon, Uncle Sel and Grandpa and Grandma in front. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527207304204440290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWwmFVU-FCpcGv_zA2dO-nefvRK3NvcFFoSlm0Zo2A0jpknGHyQpSTLBFXMMLbPi-WK_tiMO5TXxRDL3ZNUjnniwmufveGynPG2tQfnBr2Ce4daCtN2F_X9pOAI0mfYFruRkYHhmJGce4/s320/CIMG1190.JPG" />Candace's First Christmas<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527207298055864178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmLmT2ar8tEdFWiuO-gzhL-7mXmGthFBDniUv8KObm0Z9d7_wXtLHXvBxMo0jXkY9F879tNo41xDbknE8GoJlUfuVnMU6cBcfz_Wi0yvuqrR1YNMIJGkQPseBMCoRKG8p5oHdohO8k6cU/s320/CIMG1104.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256087950989668180noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030202030614359436.post-91488836942269826992010-10-12T09:34:00.000-07:002010-10-12T09:52:57.255-07:00November<div><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;">November: </span></div><br /><div>We were able to go to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Heber</span> for Thanksgiving and try out the Mountain Man Thanksgiving. My parents have been putting this on for a few years now and have new people every year who want to try it out. Us included. Here is what makes it Mountain Man....everything is cooked over a fire, you eat outside or in the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">tee pee</span> and everyone pitches in and helps cook. They do roast on a spit and everyone gets a turn, turning it. You cook your own rolls and potatoes are wrapped in foil and put in the fire. Everything was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">delicious </span>and the day we perfect. With Thanksgiving around the corner we have lots to be thankful for. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527202302209958034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia5tqHsjhEf_ajbX8tVbHES2ccQ3shez_HKvn8kCHKkgggLMKa_yJarYKpHkfpu5Ca-RFgC4nIJEMDHLurxqCtnRJYzClx_7oeUCWXoiqso3OyC9yQxQBo985O2JMc8urj59S0R9odcpQ/s320/CIMG1070.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527201608309425218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi82RKdIOd83-IBwsAdf7RUlRHun64r2F51k4TwcMHq4EOiBXH41uAH3s-SMY5b4PWVc3Jlzcrd0eBFb6e6d0gU3nDW3hifgLq2OV6PqB7UAugVa3dqO9ddQxwGeR2z99m9AI3t4CxPdeY/s320/CIMG1069.JPG" /></div></div></div></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256087950989668180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030202030614359436.post-36575329046719768342010-10-12T08:17:00.000-07:002010-10-12T09:38:00.927-07:00Where do I start???<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Where Do I Start??</span> It's been over a year since I have last blogged. Do I start from today? Last year? Somewhere in the middle? Highlights? I guess I'm not sure. I DO know that if I don't start somewhere time will just keep ticking. So I'm going to start today...<br /><br />Last year in a nutshell:<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"><em><strong>October</strong></em></span><span style="color:#ff6600;">:</span></span> Brooklyn wanted her cousin Hunter to come for a sleepover to celebrate her birthday. We carved pumpkins and partied. I would post the pictures but for some reason my girls carved pumpkins with out their shirts on. <span style="font-size:78%;">(I know this won't <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">surprise</span> Jamie) </span><span style="font-size:100%;">We will try to keep our shirts on this year so I can post pictures. This is a Halloween 2009, just in time for this years pictures. WARNING: I believe in recycling costumes so you may see these again in 2010 :)</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaZ23ussv80IpQDLgK8TGPaeU56nRvlmI0kohvmaG_1WcIy_TUrMg4BlzefL6FUm5n9j0DVqgCyF0IyGsYxC3Nso1FZ2TrAn3w6Ti_MW25qwwf21daRGUauFFu0PuKsDfIqCDNPQO1FyM/s1600/CIMG1010.JPG"></div></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaZ23ussv80IpQDLgK8TGPaeU56nRvlmI0kohvmaG_1WcIy_TUrMg4BlzefL6FUm5n9j0DVqgCyF0IyGsYxC3Nso1FZ2TrAn3w6Ti_MW25qwwf21daRGUauFFu0PuKsDfIqCDNPQO1FyM/s1600/CIMG1010.JPG"><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527187812962294786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaZ23ussv80IpQDLgK8TGPaeU56nRvlmI0kohvmaG_1WcIy_TUrMg4BlzefL6FUm5n9j0DVqgCyF0IyGsYxC3Nso1FZ2TrAn3w6Ti_MW25qwwf21daRGUauFFu0PuKsDfIqCDNPQO1FyM/s320/CIMG1010.JPG" /></a> Brooklyn's Family Party: She decorated her own cake with Littlest Pet Shop. My girls love decorating their own cakes. Sometimes they are good and sometimes we all end up with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">root beer</span> floats.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527187808642681890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg59Eddu7GRAiYsbhf8KNDun8TK9cW4P5gZnAJUACWppi-Cs5xc3LNUnSGznH06qGRnte3DWGOS92GnxRUD_4SaIy6_s9nPXM2lLweZG4b36OfNyQkdrocLYRb4-gLy351PB7_XOUd7q-U/s320/CIMG1024.JPG" /></p><br /><br /><p>Our little <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">BYU</span> Cougar, Alex, got to go to her first <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">BYU</span> football game. She loved it and Ben said she was happy the whole time and enjoyed it. I asked her what she remembers most about going. She said "I ate a whole foot-long <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">hot dog</span>" <span style="font-size:78%;">(We took the girls to a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">UW</span> football game last month and she was not into it, guess she knows her team. Plus they didn't have any <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">foot-longs!</span>)</span> That's our Al. </p><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4aNSX_FQRqRGqGrKrZ2LqNQlJkIrwM90TQlZ2Zx5uJefthOC3oxwsvSazav0J5oZVAfzERj8h1TdvIFlOb199bRedtvw_A6OvWfMGsM0CD2l5Mv-t8jr0io9V2FY8sUng7cpupfRF1o8/s1600/CIMG0963.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527187804264055474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4aNSX_FQRqRGqGrKrZ2LqNQlJkIrwM90TQlZ2Zx5uJefthOC3oxwsvSazav0J5oZVAfzERj8h1TdvIFlOb199bRedtvw_A6OvWfMGsM0CD2l5Mv-t8jr0io9V2FY8sUng7cpupfRF1o8/s320/CIMG0963.JPG" /></a> </p><br /><br /><p>This is Baby Candace and Chicky. We always go swimming when we go home. There is this place in Midway that boasts they have natural mineral bath. Kinda like <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Thermopolis</span> with out the smell.</p><br /><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgugrMPzjH-Ivg5huhPK08iciZNnNQa8JQH-DsCbcRgQ-hLoqegF05DMl6ukGAWCIzvChyphenhyphenFNfU_Y-aLb1-w3vtnD9uczn1Rxo1Aoutt0YPJ7SqbwWfUWB-xlEaHMXn9KuhYwSrSAt0OxeU/s1600/CIMG0960.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527187802533636706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgugrMPzjH-Ivg5huhPK08iciZNnNQa8JQH-DsCbcRgQ-hLoqegF05DMl6ukGAWCIzvChyphenhyphenFNfU_Y-aLb1-w3vtnD9uczn1Rxo1Aoutt0YPJ7SqbwWfUWB-xlEaHMXn9KuhYwSrSAt0OxeU/s320/CIMG0960.JPG" /></a><br /><br /></p>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256087950989668180noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030202030614359436.post-27030820146669364642009-10-30T08:03:00.000-07:002009-10-30T08:49:25.433-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHkR0l9iev6lM9NmxpLx7tHtNiQTlb3O0lKz8iczlpbV-kAxg3EqWbpmKJLC_Qe9P0KHGuNKorDF9kz1Daj9jVinKHhyW5o5rvdddFq_m33ezAqh6hzleVyjwAcApAqYfatYuc6inSfMc/s1600-h/CIMG0984.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHkR0l9iev6lM9NmxpLx7tHtNiQTlb3O0lKz8iczlpbV-kAxg3EqWbpmKJLC_Qe9P0KHGuNKorDF9kz1Daj9jVinKHhyW5o5rvdddFq_m33ezAqh6hzleVyjwAcApAqYfatYuc6inSfMc/s400/CIMG0984.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398418404357403906" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmWpFy8prjv6xnxahnHEJF9myw1g0gT531zmr_kpvzkfkwVQZuLbruISPCySWyoKkLPg9G6gOrMSsKFYjIyGd_CfAzvOldX3cM5wYpemzLi50xD78mkqJfkaW3FStWOLmLR80idXqUW2s/s1600-h/Happy+Alex+Sept+05+(2).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmWpFy8prjv6xnxahnHEJF9myw1g0gT531zmr_kpvzkfkwVQZuLbruISPCySWyoKkLPg9G6gOrMSsKFYjIyGd_CfAzvOldX3cM5wYpemzLi50xD78mkqJfkaW3FStWOLmLR80idXqUW2s/s400/Happy+Alex+Sept+05+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398418398972337682" /></a><br />WHO'S WHO????Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256087950989668180noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030202030614359436.post-65382088675367627152009-08-26T09:43:00.000-07:002009-08-26T10:22:46.364-07:00ColoradoCOLORADO COUSINS<br /><div><embed src="http://widget-d6.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=3098476543658856406&site=widget-d6.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3098476543658856406&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-d6.slide.com/p1/3098476543658856406/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3098476543658856406&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-d6.slide.com/p2/3098476543658856406/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3098476543658856406&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-d6.slide.com/p4/3098476543658856406/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div><br />My sister has a 4-year old and 2-year old twins and I am always amazed at what she gets done in one day. We were able to witness her in action when we visited a few weeks ago. Like any good big sis she took excellent care of us! Sarah and her husband Ben showed us a great time. The first day we went to some caves close by and went exploring. The kids were funny they didn't want to go in at first but by the time we were leaving we couldn't get them out. They were afraid of bats but as you notice in the pictures we had Batman to protect us. It was a little rainy the next day so we went to their amazing community center (I hope Lovell gets one someday). Sarah and Ben have a membership which includes 2 hours of daycare a day! I can tell ya that I would be in way better shape if we had one here. We swam in the morning and climbed the rock wall in the evening. The kids did so great and they were so proud of themselves. On Saturday morning we woke up and the weather was looking clear so we loaded up on bikes (I wish we had a picture of all of us...we made the neighbors laugh) We had 5 bikers, 2 trailers each with 2 kids, 1 bike seat and 1 tag-a-long bike for Brooklyn. We were a biking <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">advertisement</span> for birth control!! Sarah had brought instant oatmeal and hot water in a thermos and made us a nice breakfast up in the canyon. Saturday in their family is donut day (only if you ate your oatmeal). I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">defintly had a donut, I had just biked 4 miles pulling Brooklyn on the tag a long bike. On the way back it started to rain and eventually hailed. We were soaked instantly but took cover under some trees. Most of the kids were covered in the trailers but poor Brooklyn, it's hard to see out of glasses with rain drops on them. Good thing the storm didn't last long. Each night we had a nice soak in the HT (code for hot tub) to relax our weary bodies. I wish that we lived closer than 10 hours away but it sure is fun to go visit. Thanks Sarah and Ben for a fantastic time. We may make it yearly!</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"></span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Oh yeah, we took a detour on the way home to see Becca before she left for China. That's why you see pictures of the Vernal Temple. It was the first time I had seen it. At the time is was dedicated it was the first Temple to be made out of an existing building, it was their old Tabernacle. I was a beautiful pit stop. </span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"></span>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256087950989668180noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030202030614359436.post-64406956585330439352009-07-21T14:43:00.000-07:002009-07-21T15:05:50.287-07:00Another funny moment brought to us by AlexThis is my Alex. She is always making the funniest comments or doing the funniest things. Sometimes on purpose but most of the time she is just stating it like it is. Last night during family business we were discussing Brooklyn's upcoming talk for Primary and how since she is the oldest child in our family as well as extended family, all the younger ones will be looking up to her as an example. Here is our short conversation:<br />Ben: You know that when you get your Young Women's award that it will be an example for Alex and Candace and hopefully make them want to get theirs.<br />Brooklyn: yeah (nods head)<br />Alex: Yeah, Mom has her <em>Old</em> Women's award, right?<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDVmIfosp-X71OMuXhQNsLu-S_YSS_BEbQyWXQhDYNKoDSwur0ypNlxg-N1t2VitH5VX8knBUHbEiGd0s8_u9IQGiT9H4788R26laH-5U2PRfR_ITGGIMl1jMnkSWKbe47qS72KfqgY8Y/s1600-h/CIMG0569.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361034917737815906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDVmIfosp-X71OMuXhQNsLu-S_YSS_BEbQyWXQhDYNKoDSwur0ypNlxg-N1t2VitH5VX8knBUHbEiGd0s8_u9IQGiT9H4788R26laH-5U2PRfR_ITGGIMl1jMnkSWKbe47qS72KfqgY8Y/s400/CIMG0569.JPG" border="0" /></a> Love you the most Alex. Thanks for keeping us smiling.<br /><br /></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256087950989668180noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030202030614359436.post-85526828572797963632009-07-07T07:27:00.000-07:002009-07-07T07:49:29.149-07:00Three<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;">"THREE"</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrS2HJN4F7C8a-6Hs4zNzA3EsR6T_S2RSaS1HGFDmfTj5v8hnARekvgMS4Z9HiRzhe5rk-zMJCM5Z7EItE6sLARN5JqZvBr5wgcvzw2lYA7EYOtaVohy6HnvmI02A2L1cbUZ_CEU35cg4/s1600-h/CIMG0541.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355725249118104658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrS2HJN4F7C8a-6Hs4zNzA3EsR6T_S2RSaS1HGFDmfTj5v8hnARekvgMS4Z9HiRzhe5rk-zMJCM5Z7EItE6sLARN5JqZvBr5wgcvzw2lYA7EYOtaVohy6HnvmI02A2L1cbUZ_CEU35cg4/s400/CIMG0541.JPG" border="0" /></a> Today is Candace's 3 month birthday. It's hard to believe that she is already that old. This morning I came in from watering the flowers to find Alex snuggling Candace singing " I am a Child of God" and Candace was coo-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ing</span> along, as if she knew the song. It was so sweet and made me smile. Why are these precious moments so far and few between or am I just rushing through them. I love being a mother of 3 girls but why is it so hard sometimes. I have never felt this unstable in my life! I am pretty sure I yell more, cry more, and have less patience. <span style="font-size:85%;">(tearing up as I am admitting this)</span> Everyone says that 3 is the hardest and that it doesn't get worse, but not better. So I guess I better get used to my 3 girls, 3 minute showers, 3 loads of laundry a day, 3 times a week I get to check my email, 3 heads of hair to do everyday, 3 times I have to run back in the house because I have forgotten something, 3 times I get to sing the same song, 3 sets of hugs and kisses before bed, 3 moments to ponder how blessed I am. </div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256087950989668180noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030202030614359436.post-75273291972081228862009-06-10T17:32:00.000-07:002009-06-10T19:55:04.858-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Walker Family Reunion & Five Springs</span> </div><div align="left">The last weekend in May we had a Walker reunion with Ben's family. His Aunt Sandy got us all together for hot dog fry and games on Friday, which I thought turned out to be pretty fun. It had been a while since I have had a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">s'more</span>, it was just as good as I was hoping! So good that I had another! The weather was perfect: warm & a slight breeze to keep mosquito's away. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Saturday was a beautiful sunny day so we all headed up to Red Lake in Cody to go 4-wheeling. If you haven't been there before, it's actually not a lake but just lots of red sand and hills great for 4-wheeling. When we pulled up we were all a bit confused and asking where the "lake" was. The girls had a blast and enjoyed many rides with Aunt April and pretty much anyone who would take them. Of course true to myself I have NOT A SINGLE PICTURE of the events! </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">The following Monday was chilly and threatening rain all day but we had planned on going to Five Springs Falls. April hadn't been there in a while and neither had most of us. As we were driving the wind picked up and it started to rain. It wasn't looking good. We were determined to enjoy ourselves and we ended up having a great time. You wouldn't have guess it was the first of June. After a fantastic hobo dinner and some more <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">s'mores</span> we hiked up to the falls. The girls hiked all the way up (Brooklyn did it twice!). It was beautiful up there, cold, mist and all. Five Springs is a special spot to me because that is where Ben asked me to marry him. (almost 10 years ago...yeah Jamie, I'm old!) I have never regretted my answer that day. I am so blessed to have the life I have, to live in the beautiful place I do, and to have the husband I do. Who knew that I would end up here? </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Ben with his favorite bundle... Candace is in there I promise!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345863224251047442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbVt3XZJ_sz-oS1aNYSu7xW6pmcq3ZibBxLF_lmH86DPvfiMLjFXMhfWAfpQ0vumy5GjmfjpBsmCO69B_BgFnjwYpHH4VF8XpjkeaoRvcQodZu1mAy78TTnxpRK8tG4ISM3AOMyjI-AjQ/s400/CIMG0311.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">The other day Alex told me that she wanted to go back to heaven and be born again but this time she wanted to be "first" in our family. I think that she is tired of Brooklyn pulling rank on her by being the oldest. Don't worry Alex someday you will be glad you are not the first and have an awesome big sister like Brooklyn!</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY0xLa2P6EQWeS7k3_cU82kQmpKw7XhX5q6ZHSLlSlQ9d1zOyTSSYVxoxdOY4Y6G9r0tR9jN8TghfP_g9O_Q1hzjHvPYXNjbLD99Nn3F8-wOEavoNggCwFlBtwwRb8akUJRyj7KvxQcc0/s1600-h/CIMG0299.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345863221486713442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY0xLa2P6EQWeS7k3_cU82kQmpKw7XhX5q6ZHSLlSlQ9d1zOyTSSYVxoxdOY4Y6G9r0tR9jN8TghfP_g9O_Q1hzjHvPYXNjbLD99Nn3F8-wOEavoNggCwFlBtwwRb8akUJRyj7KvxQcc0/s400/CIMG0299.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg0LVFbOEX0MbJfMnkGVpEJCqhZc0HJ7QdA47HNs1YywQKIDjXRg-xKNljTA01loDQNlVtdMgI-UBx5J8NVUM9wREpR4PYcr4oudGel5SVCya0rdi_-W3PsCD56UwB7QEbzRX5e_YJivg/s1600-h/CIMG0296.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345863216096005538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg0LVFbOEX0MbJfMnkGVpEJCqhZc0HJ7QdA47HNs1YywQKIDjXRg-xKNljTA01loDQNlVtdMgI-UBx5J8NVUM9wREpR4PYcr4oudGel5SVCya0rdi_-W3PsCD56UwB7QEbzRX5e_YJivg/s400/CIMG0296.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQIXpLoZgcHhTnMuU7-xCEjvZShYjJBNJ6feNpBQsye16MU5viuisQFwdDCRZwvcye-0TK4ALIpvxLjErq58xARIr47AkxDG8oNcEdwglMmEPzyALrOtTEkqaluCtrrzT4WX5tRWuBvAU/s1600-h/CIMG0316.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345863209740211602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQIXpLoZgcHhTnMuU7-xCEjvZShYjJBNJ6feNpBQsye16MU5viuisQFwdDCRZwvcye-0TK4ALIpvxLjErq58xARIr47AkxDG8oNcEdwglMmEPzyALrOtTEkqaluCtrrzT4WX5tRWuBvAU/s400/CIMG0316.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256087950989668180noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030202030614359436.post-23077978915748577482009-06-08T09:37:00.000-07:002009-06-10T19:56:10.065-07:00Favorite pictures of MayI don't know what you do in your family when all your cousins get together but in my family my grandpas (both sides) pull out the old slide projector and tons of carousels full of slides (I'm talking thousands). They enjoy talking about the past and we always end up laughing at someones hair do or way cool polyester pants. So since I'm not that great of a writer I will get to bore my grand kids with "laptop slide shows" someday! Anyway here are a few of our favorite pictures of May.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000066;">We finally get <span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">grass</span> and I catch the girls playing in the <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;">mud</span>! Mud is lots cheaper and less work! Hey thanks for all those who donated husbands to come and help us we couldn't have done it with out their help!</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344997989931522194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxj_AWQ5DgYjmlTRVjIuo5C72rJMxkYNHqDTECOPvuDl8r-XMQnU-OnaP4TtY_SHhwAsZjeIcCB8IaktHtTH8hbDb7FjKAiAm8NaunAgoMP74AMAopbxe0mCrPJOSGJkTo2UKB_ZlXsuQ/s320/CIMG0279.JPG" border="0" />Alex was wanting Candace to wear her "hospital hat". We think she could pass as one of the 7 dwarfs. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344997986011211458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjZ8NYFz7z2rxfr-ZyYu2fw3G5P2LryYm_fzekm9yAciqlPoqquKdXTAK8-k0VbBsov54MQEgB-nXGGKzjTStLiol1KPnlcnf97w5CzJBAkfwIeBVVYQ3qFfXOMYGAIIMX6QB3KHeLczA/s320/CIMG0264.JPG" border="0" /><br />This was the girls TaVaci concert. See that big hole next to Brooklyn like someone was missing? Yup, Alex walked off stage again to come and sit with us. We are just thankful she didn't start picking her nose on stage like last time! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344997982144331506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiavTmc-Asg6XzbFGngh_RBWNRcdU4dD2lFamwoCz_f4xiHeRF07uuK_SkImElYibaI_7Fdfin7cefz5-JxY9gB_EwWyudgqrRAFkEoMQBc-koH8XUIEeB2JhXNmGWTLhA5lFhtYrc15BE/s320/CIMG0254.JPG" border="0" /><br />Brooklyn and Alex were so excited when Kelli gave them trophies! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344997982968362626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWJ5g9ctiu9zf0CBXk71vrUETWwrbfzx5CIIR39sLLIGQoKFn8MHxU_zcuSH9q8H8K__4woqu6IU0q8A1lN-a1YUy6oKRDz3kIoRjtE2Oj-dJtZ7lj8OAzGXJ_vp8FoJefWvMmIF9UIBc/s320/CIMG0256.JPG" border="0" />I'm not sure what the special occasion was here, maybe Brooklyn's last day of school or something. I just loved Alex's expression. Watch out she may bite!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344997978456817538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBhWyHBzZIKqzeOcMuCXFQMJyRM5WRrHiIAZdJYvKGnrUNPQsvjVQ2ibAWz1qpOAAuvvqclQrMsy9mJdEoVyQAajHEkgrlcpJjxZh9TYSBIkCK4NQhnjNoO6MO6HWWXZnsQz-esF9diF0/s320/CIMG0245.JPG" border="0" />Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256087950989668180noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030202030614359436.post-70738277085944434352009-06-08T08:41:00.000-07:002009-06-08T09:36:21.293-07:00<div align="center">Candace's Blessing Day</div><div align="center">May 18, 2009</div>It all started out a bit crazy. Surprise! Originally we were going to bless Candace in Heber with my family because my sister Mickey was coming home from her mission and we were going to go home for her welcome home. In the mean time my Grandpa Fillerup was put in the hospital in Cody, for complications with his diabetes. (he's doing better at the moment) So My parents and recently returned sister Mickey decided to come last minute to see him. Well I knew that we really wanted Ben's family to be there when we blessed Candace but, the only problem was we had a window of about 1 1/2 hours that we could get everyone together. I am so grateful to all our family for the sacrifice to be there. The spirit was there so strong and I know that it will be a special day for Candace even though she won't remember.<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgabXjIpACYxLdIP9s05VjaGKbNL2WRFAVNLCoo8IhIAVvB1dTb0KAimqQqW_oUYZrmdLm-_vbvurEUjZesaRvVZirDMophr0KBcb1ZuuhCkrKY0Ipehgd_XIqP1bFkSezvMkgK1RTYPjk/s1600-h/CIMG0210.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344986249893472658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgabXjIpACYxLdIP9s05VjaGKbNL2WRFAVNLCoo8IhIAVvB1dTb0KAimqQqW_oUYZrmdLm-_vbvurEUjZesaRvVZirDMophr0KBcb1ZuuhCkrKY0Ipehgd_XIqP1bFkSezvMkgK1RTYPjk/s320/CIMG0210.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihnc_M9wVdlFs8dK93to51gsqqfllzbOMDhUjaPu3vOs54B-gqgC8CmWUH4lQnY7N_6aCx1idRpyxciF850Zow1XpCNItqBAg-_Hq9NMGrq4y8Qjv8zZLVt-yKatJ8e8rihaZF_HfMPzg/s1600-h/CIMG0198.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344986242800514882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihnc_M9wVdlFs8dK93to51gsqqfllzbOMDhUjaPu3vOs54B-gqgC8CmWUH4lQnY7N_6aCx1idRpyxciF850Zow1XpCNItqBAg-_Hq9NMGrq4y8Qjv8zZLVt-yKatJ8e8rihaZF_HfMPzg/s320/CIMG0198.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMs91cgoii2iuxMeEEzqiC0-AmpretrLtwBg_VeXGhc7asjLbfSKDM-g2jZxL-LiAMMC2-4pAp9hJO-3fBEZcFhWmuRrgrjOxR3I8-MX1hH_k9KGVgoANz0QzCarjozQSrf6Maz57uAuQ/s1600-h/CIMG0203.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344986236409397298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMs91cgoii2iuxMeEEzqiC0-AmpretrLtwBg_VeXGhc7asjLbfSKDM-g2jZxL-LiAMMC2-4pAp9hJO-3fBEZcFhWmuRrgrjOxR3I8-MX1hH_k9KGVgoANz0QzCarjozQSrf6Maz57uAuQ/s320/CIMG0203.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256087950989668180noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030202030614359436.post-81049565464833673572009-05-20T20:55:00.000-07:002009-05-20T21:25:17.033-07:00<div align="center">BROOKLYN'S SPECIAL DAY</div><br /><p align="center">MAY 5, 2009</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338128220323123634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHXtW1V8_9vmaLxEoUtyy4tUH379o2PsuzhItVptUL1e2FyIydMIg6DQBh-ZFCvvbwgI5JFEU9FHmrAI1xn8XMcznxNS3D-0vxLOUi9MzwT7wtCjuyIh4cNzeGNd2-0V0t-YDh7af0wvc/s320/CIMG0189.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Brooklyn's Kindergarten teacher this year was Mrs. Strom and one of the fun things she did was spotlight each child in their class. They each got a day to bring whatever "treasures" they wanted to share or talents they wanted to show. Being a first timer I let Broolyn pack her own bag of stuff she wanted to share. She brought her American Girl doll Samantha, Alexis her pink monkey, heart jewlery box from Grandma Dewey full of costume jewlery, her camera, and as a talent she did a demonstration of a cool pony tail on Aunt Gretchen. <span style="font-size:180%;"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;">THANK YOU, GRETCHEN</span></em>.</span> When we got there I saw on the board an outline of their day and I guess Special Days were only supposed to be 15 minutes! Well first of all we were late, second she had way to much stuff to show and third they still had a treat to eat! Mrs. Strom being the wonderful, flexible kindergarten teacher that she is gave her precious teaching time all for the sake to make Brooklyn feel special. That's why we love her! As you can tell Brooklyn had very special day and was loving every minute of being in the spotlight. I love that she is proud of herself and it was so touching to hear all the nice things the other kids said about her. My favorite was the little boy who blurted out "I love you Brooklyn" (i think he had been holding that in for a while :) We think that Brooklyn is pretty special and are so glad that she is a part of our family! Love you B.<br /></p><p align="center"><br />The Model and her personal hair stylist.<br /></p><div align="left"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338126684676228130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJc8xjjcQN8BlVIAdkBz8tql-Qv_0k0frisp9o73GdDgruKqv4uTysRoF_ncRwddQm5aMoJXtRMnEX9LUZ2dckC_XCTZtvOwUXpjEX0D9jOsjrltMZ3X5lD8vUNLFxw3a7UvuyNvXXhCU/s320/CIMG0191.JPG" border="0" /><br />Brooklyn's Fan Club<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRRhgBc56Kq7fQIHFk1Kf759MDjJfgITB6O8aOdJDOWbxi5GLPdwohiUn5bcouKMtRU1I_HpqWG2FFWCv6-IpSRpEXAgn1lnKRZ4ieN1LjaeL-ikUeeMcCJ-4ykeU7jljFDqzjCz6FRNc/s1600-h/CIMG0187.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338121741539693538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRRhgBc56Kq7fQIHFk1Kf759MDjJfgITB6O8aOdJDOWbxi5GLPdwohiUn5bcouKMtRU1I_HpqWG2FFWCv6-IpSRpEXAgn1lnKRZ4ieN1LjaeL-ikUeeMcCJ-4ykeU7jljFDqzjCz6FRNc/s320/CIMG0187.JPG" border="0" /></a>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256087950989668180noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030202030614359436.post-31301731610359965322009-05-10T21:17:00.000-07:002009-05-11T08:15:06.172-07:00Special Days and Special People<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Grandpa Ottesen's Wedding Day</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#333399;">Not many people have the privilege of witnessing their grandpa get married. We did. My Grandma (whom we called Dewey) passed away three years ago last March. Grandma was a very active lively woman so when she had her stroke you could say we were all a bit in shock. We all have missed her dearly especially my Grandpa. My grandma's sister, Aunt Mary, introduced my Grandpa to Margaret (Mary's best friend from high school) and they have been dating for the last year. Grandpa proposed to Margaret on New Years Day and they were married for time in the Provo Temple on April 25, 2009. It was such a special time for our families to be together. To watch Grandpa and Margaret walk into the sealing room holding hands with big grins on their faces you couldn't help but know that they would be happy for the rest of their time together. The sealer understood that it was a difficult but happy day for our family. He said that this was a "bonus" love and that it wouldn't take away from either the love they had for their first wife/husband. I am so glad that Grandpa is happy and has found such a wonderful person as Margaret. </span></div><p><span style="color:#333399;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyhvbsT_a9M1M-WBxcz6AsavLgZlFUzZs_2kEtmAE3D0znydYz9_Atf0PCE0hQZvK1b2jRKUYhbjT0NgdT11Cl03-kPNdlEv5hMoFJrqz5_qH3btvZYngIFFth09mqIUKjvJoW6p2sLGw/s1600-h/P4240724.JPG"><span style="color:#333399;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334419126327038914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyhvbsT_a9M1M-WBxcz6AsavLgZlFUzZs_2kEtmAE3D0znydYz9_Atf0PCE0hQZvK1b2jRKUYhbjT0NgdT11Cl03-kPNdlEv5hMoFJrqz5_qH3btvZYngIFFth09mqIUKjvJoW6p2sLGw/s320/P4240724.JPG" border="0" /></span></a></span> </p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>The Happy Couple</p><p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXSDzhFEdbKVIU-u3Fnv1RfQaD1v8_DIV8yuOTHoH3TyOja4tUkIW2WV79Bi8cEXiAoEzBfzELmNxkXA0kNx7aA_VUwKjD3n4_91FXsC8pocJJToj7sXQH77AUus1dFABBNf-GVAUojro/s1600-h/P4240739.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334419119085650114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXSDzhFEdbKVIU-u3Fnv1RfQaD1v8_DIV8yuOTHoH3TyOja4tUkIW2WV79Bi8cEXiAoEzBfzELmNxkXA0kNx7aA_VUwKjD3n4_91FXsC8pocJJToj7sXQH77AUus1dFABBNf-GVAUojro/s320/P4240739.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Mom, Grandpa, and Margaret<br /></p><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7iZepDL6mQelJV4pZ4doMoQOR29s8eC9wO-Pe9HYD0O7thK3sGEPgWIUZkAiIh7nt2-ufPsALLxHh_3y6QdazQ6moAm07fAZgw-vV83nvSJL09KYt9ZBAoM9CiCuozikPCYSbIivCmSU/s1600-h/CIMG0135.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334419116138633810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7iZepDL6mQelJV4pZ4doMoQOR29s8eC9wO-Pe9HYD0O7thK3sGEPgWIUZkAiIh7nt2-ufPsALLxHh_3y6QdazQ6moAm07fAZgw-vV83nvSJL09KYt9ZBAoM9CiCuozikPCYSbIivCmSU/s320/CIMG0135.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ben , Dad, Ben T., and James (where is Dan???)<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Brooklyn's New Friends</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#330000;">Growing up in Wapiti my mom would read "Little House on the Prarie" to us for a bed time story. We loved it especially because it had all girls and so did we. One day "Little House on the Prarie" was on tv and Brooklyn wanted to watch it. I new what it was about from reading the books, so I said sure. Well Brooklyn is like me, we hate scary parts in movies! I am a big chicken. When it comes to intense or even a little scary part of a movie, I leave. (poor Ben has seen more than his share of chick flicks) Back to Brooklyn, as she was watching there came a part where the Indians attacked. Guess who was hiding in the kitchen? Yup. She went back and forth in and out of the kitchen for the rest of the movie. That night she had a nightmare that the Indians came and took her and wouldn't let her see me. I was feeling so bad so I tried to explain that Indians now days don't do that and that it was just a movie. To try to make her feel better I wanted her to know that India</span><span style="color:#330000;">ns are our friends. When my mom was growing up they had lots of Indian foster children and one girl named Frankie just became part of the family. So I told her that Chicky Babe had an Indian sister and she would get to see her at Grandpas wedding. This made her nervous. She wasn't so sure she wanted to go anymore since Frankie and Lisa Marie <span style="font-size:78%;">(Frankie's daughter who is my age)</span>would be staying at my parents house with us. When we got there and reaquainted Brooklyn with Frankie and Lisa Marie she was feeling much better about sleeping under the same roof. I'm glad that Frankie could laugh about it and be the "Indian" Aunt Brooklyn never knew she had!</span></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzdxH5P52wSqh6lktSlOlvIUFz_cL9uiSIhU4UOx-_k187a4aBMq9ykQnEyyCUDxZfoAYG37xdJhNftLzIUDHlfNGnLV6XbHX4d5peBWwAsSzRrVE9LiGm6_Mkh1YfitgoVovcg3hUXPI/s1600-h/CIMG0136.JPG"><span style="color:#330000;"></span></a><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#330000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#330000;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzdxH5P52wSqh6lktSlOlvIUFz_cL9uiSIhU4UOx-_k187a4aBMq9ykQnEyyCUDxZfoAYG37xdJhNftLzIUDHlfNGnLV6XbHX4d5peBWwAsSzRrVE9LiGm6_Mkh1YfitgoVovcg3hUXPI/s1600-h/CIMG0136.JPG"><span style="color:#330000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334418462327616738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzdxH5P52wSqh6lktSlOlvIUFz_cL9uiSIhU4UOx-_k187a4aBMq9ykQnEyyCUDxZfoAYG37xdJhNftLzIUDHlfNGnLV6XbHX4d5peBWwAsSzRrVE9LiGm6_Mkh1YfitgoVovcg3hUXPI/s320/CIMG0136.JPG" border="0" /></span></a>Brooklyn, Lisa Marie, and Frankie</span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj99zJlDfMcWeWWEX8QlktgTJ3g74HKPfPNxzPrFj8lObyiRg1fZ8Kp6qwpP3d7e0heYS6vtvuONqA19SyJ-x-finEfpILjJ4YrUxULXHDMOF4s7ohZsjynQdWXOtT8x83VwyBZ7BwyrS0/s1600-h/CIMG0138.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334418464539149650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj99zJlDfMcWeWWEX8QlktgTJ3g74HKPfPNxzPrFj8lObyiRg1fZ8Kp6qwpP3d7e0heYS6vtvuONqA19SyJ-x-finEfpILjJ4YrUxULXHDMOF4s7ohZsjynQdWXOtT8x83VwyBZ7BwyrS0/s320/CIMG0138.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Here is a cute picture of Candace and her adoring big sisters. They are sharing because they were fighting over who got to hold her. Candace is 3 weeks old in that picture.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBM5zNhAgbScp4ZkqLjpKZqVNANSVvP-jzLik9dvzl3_3BQg8_u608lFCbtrWKWi3ndmL1hZJzJCSzko_pKbtiaGGZkdrQ7_Pya0m33IfEvtlfBZRpStt0CIgfHQNNODGUj4Qj_O4-lIk/s1600-h/CIMG0156.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334418460495901666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBM5zNhAgbScp4ZkqLjpKZqVNANSVvP-jzLik9dvzl3_3BQg8_u608lFCbtrWKWi3ndmL1hZJzJCSzko_pKbtiaGGZkdrQ7_Pya0m33IfEvtlfBZRpStt0CIgfHQNNODGUj4Qj_O4-lIk/s320/CIMG0156.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>I had to put this one on because I thought it was too cute. Ben set her down to help Alex with something and she snuggled right in.<br /></p>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256087950989668180noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030202030614359436.post-54567463270289473722009-05-01T11:14:00.000-07:002009-05-01T15:34:45.840-07:00Hats off to Heidi<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Hats off to Heidi</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="left">I don't think that anyone has a better sister than I do. My sister Heidi came to help me after I had Candace for a whole week. To some this may seem like no biggie but let me tell you she was a lifesaver! You all know that I am a bit bossy (<span style="font-size:78%;">I get it from Grandma Fillerup</span>) and I don't function well when I don't get sleep (<span style="font-size:78%;">we drank lots of Diet Cherry Pepsi and Dr. Pepper</span>). Don't worry she was well aware of these flaws before she came, after all she did share a bathroom with me growing up :) I wish I could say that growing up we never fought but that would be far from the truth. But I am so glad to say that now she is one of my very best friends. I usually don't go a week without a phone call or text. (<span style="font-size:78%;">this may seem long to some people but in my family, no news is good news</span>) I don't know if I can ever thank her enough but let me tell you all the things I love about Heidi. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Things I love about my Heidi Sister: (in no particular order)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">1. She can pull off sparkly shoes in Cody, WY. She has great style. </div><div align="left">2. Her willingness to put other people first.</div><div align="left">3. She is a great mother to Tagg and I know that if she has twins next she will be able to handle it.</div><div align="left">4. She is very spiritual and isn't afraid to stand up for what she believes. </div><div align="left">5. She can go with the flow... a last minute change doesn't phase her. <span style="font-size:78%;">(something that we all got used to from my dad)</span></div><div align="left">6. Heidi is a great cook and according to Alex she makes better sandwiches than I do!</div><div align="left">7. She can join in any group and make new friends. </div><div align="left">8. She will cry with you over your sorrows and be happy for you over your greatest moments.</div><div align="left">9. She can look for the best in any situation. I need to do that more often. </div><div align="left">10. She is a great listener and keeps me from many "open mouth insert foot" moments.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Thanks Heidi, I love you the most!</div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256087950989668180noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030202030614359436.post-37238158510637872262009-04-22T18:36:00.000-07:002009-04-22T21:27:50.017-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT1-BQhQO8cXqbHZB96SHA_8OJQwqlQ0BtPKXuYTEW5VYiSEYgyIhrfo40PblzeEC9KlDAzQpeZyT-1kpHmqsdcDRYpQG2Drc43hQLoL0f0IW_tjROLDLztLe7dUAG8T6ECQ-k3ZkokzA/s1600-h/CIMG0122.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327714794091109522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT1-BQhQO8cXqbHZB96SHA_8OJQwqlQ0BtPKXuYTEW5VYiSEYgyIhrfo40PblzeEC9KlDAzQpeZyT-1kpHmqsdcDRYpQG2Drc43hQLoL0f0IW_tjROLDLztLe7dUAG8T6ECQ-k3ZkokzA/s320/CIMG0122.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Lately I have had a lot of time to myself (middle of the night feedings) to think of all the kind things people have done for us in the last two weeks. I am so truly touched and grateful for every visit, meal, loaf of bread, phone call, baby blankets, big sister presents, taking Alex for the day, email, new outfits for Candace, flowers, cookies and much more. Mostly knowing that people are thinking of us has meant the most. I really don't have the right words to express how I feel but I've got the best friends and family so THANKS EVERYONE for making the first two weeks easier for me!<br /><br />We have had an exciting first two weeks. We started of with Easter right around the corner which led to a visit from my Dad, Mom and sister Becca (who may never have children after seeing how it affects ones mind). Brooklyn and Alex were so excited to see them even if it was only 2 days. I was glad we got to see them at all because it was last minute that they came. My sister Heidi flew in last Thursday to help out and it has gone by so fast! This last week has gone nothing like we had planned or thought. When my parents came Dad wasn't feeling good and developed a cold while he was here. Don't worry he stayed 4 feet from Candace the whole time but Alex wouldn't leave him alone<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOrBXNC3ltrjq69LF-KkoERS_3QGw0J5xU6xWpCujd0_6fw9eXs-Vz6ySpR2kQsKjmjh3LlzRMsMVUOdjUOGNIiFmd-udS8pdBcNxgubsHYVlTMRVb5JjPK8F3SdBMT3B0KH5Tq_Hu6Sw/s1600-h/CIMG0132.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327714790912061122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOrBXNC3ltrjq69LF-KkoERS_3QGw0J5xU6xWpCujd0_6fw9eXs-Vz6ySpR2kQsKjmjh3LlzRMsMVUOdjUOGNIiFmd-udS8pdBcNxgubsHYVlTMRVb5JjPK8F3SdBMT3B0KH5Tq_Hu6Sw/s320/CIMG0132.JPG" border="0" /></a>! So who got the cold? Alex. And who couldn't stay away from Candace? Alex. So who got the cold next? Candace. Yup. Poor Candace has had a miserable week. She started out with a bad infection in her eyes, that started a fever and then cold like symptoms. Dr. C has taken great care of her and we have taken every precaution to make sure it's nothing major. She is doing much better and now weighs in at 7 lbs 13 oz. Hopefully we can stay healthy and are looking forward to some fresh summer air!Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256087950989668180noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030202030614359436.post-10372003761069538952009-04-14T10:58:00.000-07:002009-04-14T15:10:24.082-07:00Miss Candace Carol<div align="center">Tuesday, April 7, 2009, 7:00 am</div><br /><div align="center">Kissing the Belly good-bye</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1j2Vjgjanx3s9HDALbR3F65Qf0qpnJqOuMQpm7m4_9st4EWHBvsGgnxnoEpasgxcOVEW28xAsHFSiBJSqYu13XXfcDcbs3gVmbaK7NeHodMuPQAs5OXpTG1gUaIqvBWqAougfj8g4nBw/s1600-h/CIMG0031.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324611597457476034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1j2Vjgjanx3s9HDALbR3F65Qf0qpnJqOuMQpm7m4_9st4EWHBvsGgnxnoEpasgxcOVEW28xAsHFSiBJSqYu13XXfcDcbs3gVmbaK7NeHodMuPQAs5OXpTG1gUaIqvBWqAougfj8g4nBw/s320/CIMG0031.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">Candace Carol Walker</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">6 lbs 14 oz</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">20.5 in<br /></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhTw57DQkwSxftzyQw5ihx86rZP4hVUW-xIQk79zd4A6WPPwIgrfvdlwgVge0bOzXxwkKEUUkmjf04p8GfynHTpn4pTiywvJAAkIigP_-URuOigJfpVY4_rk0cAR8DCOyk6TKgWWgXAOY/s1600-h/CIMG0040.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324610682723248034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhTw57DQkwSxftzyQw5ihx86rZP4hVUW-xIQk79zd4A6WPPwIgrfvdlwgVge0bOzXxwkKEUUkmjf04p8GfynHTpn4pTiywvJAAkIigP_-URuOigJfpVY4_rk0cAR8DCOyk6TKgWWgXAOY/s320/CIMG0040.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />big Sisters<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaVBFO3_d3OgpWEwH7gtlTcXXRwh1MbearSDbDikgeGmS8Qr-b9Rma-hVrzNtGrKGHe33ApHRTT9Ctodan8gG6irk2idOp02AftOEzHdXnpzuITwTbYCaV1JxJWFBpbO5l_5_mGLIqAtI/s1600-h/CIMG0046.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324610677009077458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaVBFO3_d3OgpWEwH7gtlTcXXRwh1MbearSDbDikgeGmS8Qr-b9Rma-hVrzNtGrKGHe33ApHRTT9Ctodan8gG6irk2idOp02AftOEzHdXnpzuITwTbYCaV1JxJWFBpbO5l_5_mGLIqAtI/s320/CIMG0046.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKdhQ3e0nIkk1xWvwaT4GMP3mw8ruYyu7j6LAUojQ-wowBm5ifFnVZsxuSFEqNDlX9-ZeGrYVkiZe-VfYUiS8KTphDsqPzv_QXlu9wrfMIYTddrrXmIqrvQOJLGj8q5As1hRawNiJ_Y4c/s1600-h/CIMG0051.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324610675637189650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKdhQ3e0nIkk1xWvwaT4GMP3mw8ruYyu7j6LAUojQ-wowBm5ifFnVZsxuSFEqNDlX9-ZeGrYVkiZe-VfYUiS8KTphDsqPzv_QXlu9wrfMIYTddrrXmIqrvQOJLGj8q5As1hRawNiJ_Y4c/s320/CIMG0051.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />First Family Photo<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Ej8k-28dtzdyM8lZgJAT_61bcP_nzCXNFYfr2XmSLZjeVMGRnGQRuNRmdCqWDpygiUt7oPzeAFewAETKXjTHw0uVaXeJz6XWHvf6pViQ__FTA_TQMO_7v65qJsaXCfM_kgDC-MNwsaE/s1600-h/CIMG0048.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324610667990007106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Ej8k-28dtzdyM8lZgJAT_61bcP_nzCXNFYfr2XmSLZjeVMGRnGQRuNRmdCqWDpygiUt7oPzeAFewAETKXjTHw0uVaXeJz6XWHvf6pViQ__FTA_TQMO_7v65qJsaXCfM_kgDC-MNwsaE/s320/CIMG0048.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />We are all doing great, a little tired, but great.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr718sbxDG5_90Bs24336MBaL0D08xpj2qBERMNnswekPmIsMEmTWKeObk6PBVd8tXo0o3hAS9m4hqHnvLz61Fo6soz0lHJ_FAtgLZeUaGpYIgkNKVt4NeaKLL2fd0nczltO0OzZ0WtQs/s1600-h/CIMG0067.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324609667314915074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr718sbxDG5_90Bs24336MBaL0D08xpj2qBERMNnswekPmIsMEmTWKeObk6PBVd8tXo0o3hAS9m4hqHnvLz61Fo6soz0lHJ_FAtgLZeUaGpYIgkNKVt4NeaKLL2fd0nczltO0OzZ0WtQs/s320/CIMG0067.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Sister Snuggles<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4KuX4jSdk5N99Drmcf-oKpL_jCE4otnrsPR6RDG4l-OjIstTWB_N5Rwx-G-UPJ4oSChst-rWNaLVLKWQJa-nzNm9RI-t-ihyphenhyphensCqjd7EFiisL5wUHKrBY6ZBewcjlCw9Caatz1IIf41tQ/s1600-h/CIMG0077.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324609665897191570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4KuX4jSdk5N99Drmcf-oKpL_jCE4otnrsPR6RDG4l-OjIstTWB_N5Rwx-G-UPJ4oSChst-rWNaLVLKWQJa-nzNm9RI-t-ihyphenhyphensCqjd7EFiisL5wUHKrBY6ZBewcjlCw9Caatz1IIf41tQ/s320/CIMG0077.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Brooklyn giving Candace "cool chick" lessons.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwnNLWmxVVfLnrUCl7hDMhWk7U9WRDwlNH_Id6DHWBKoqvtIObUq04V4SmNRGG5uVpGDv5Nypk2dO5fHIiCY-jVvCZYJcRuGj89Mbqk5PF1Jd7FnsPveKudOX1h4VoTLcn7vKU2tIBKcI/s1600-h/CIMG0056.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324609658111779858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwnNLWmxVVfLnrUCl7hDMhWk7U9WRDwlNH_Id6DHWBKoqvtIObUq04V4SmNRGG5uVpGDv5Nypk2dO5fHIiCY-jVvCZYJcRuGj89Mbqk5PF1Jd7FnsPveKudOX1h4VoTLcn7vKU2tIBKcI/s320/CIMG0056.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsmk5ZKUjPQ1fcJM6Fg8oS9ORkqLRB5-kClKS87X-W3LT7ottcaGRhcejlxN9VxyVwoWz2X8fN1qe8R78vv0NBqp__kBP7H5bOl0VPxmArcinctuV_mWwp4erCcPZmgenAEnFJTr3QSqQ/s1600-h/CIMG0059.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324609655991994162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsmk5ZKUjPQ1fcJM6Fg8oS9ORkqLRB5-kClKS87X-W3LT7ottcaGRhcejlxN9VxyVwoWz2X8fN1qe8R78vv0NBqp__kBP7H5bOl0VPxmArcinctuV_mWwp4erCcPZmgenAEnFJTr3QSqQ/s320/CIMG0059.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Easter Sunday<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBw2sGgLXJgyTTMhyxFrFTynnCDNN92M010_CPg2-3fGyoTlBY07NWJMZZ-ZwB3mkbDlXAkpdDgF4m6ufYdHeAaSu2B7bqbeC60kaoG-Nt9NDZN7Vi-tK1MI18T-MsL5RVru6sAtgO-rg/s1600-h/CIMG0096.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324609652871667522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBw2sGgLXJgyTTMhyxFrFTynnCDNN92M010_CPg2-3fGyoTlBY07NWJMZZ-ZwB3mkbDlXAkpdDgF4m6ufYdHeAaSu2B7bqbeC60kaoG-Nt9NDZN7Vi-tK1MI18T-MsL5RVru6sAtgO-rg/s320/CIMG0096.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I just want you all to know that I had great intentions. We brought the laptop to the hospital thinking that we would post pictures ASAP... well one week later and you are just getting them. Our priorities changed a bit.... </div><div>So here's Candaces story: Ben and I left at 7 am, and headed to the hospital for a scheduled induction at 8 am. As we were pulling into Cody the hospital calls and says that they are at full capacity and can't admit me until someone checks out. BAD NEWS! They asked us if there was something we could do in Cody for a while and they could just give us a call. Yeah, when you are coming to have a baby you pretty much leave your Wal-Mart list at home!! So we headed to Wal-Mart just for something to do and ended up $50 poorer. Around 9 am I called the hospital just to check in and see where they were at. They said to come in and they would put us in an observation room? We didn't know what to expect but they said that if we were there we would get priority over someone who came in after us, so off to the hospital we head, glad they weren't sending us home. We got there and took us to our room, we got all the paper work done, talked to our anesthesiologist about what medicne I wanted, hooked up my IV and pretty much moved in. Around 11 am someone checked out so they were able to admit me. We had the most awesome nurse in the world who took good care of us, yes I say us because she took good care of Ben too! They had a fridge stocked with sandwiches for all those hungry Dads and she made sure he ate so he didn't pass out. They started me on pitt just before Noon and shortly after Dr. Williams showed up to break my water and that's when the pain started! I tough girled it out for a while then said mercy and got a spinal and epidural (just in case I had a long labor). Much better!! I'm not sure on the timing of everything but Candace was born at 2:47 pm. She is healthy and perfect, what more could a mother ask for? It always amazes me the miracle of birth. I got to hold her right after and snuggle her and tell her that we have been waiting 4 long years for her. I love being a mother and am amazed that God has granted me the honor of raising 3 of his daughters, I feel so blessed. We all are in love with our baby Candace and can't seem to get enough of her. If you stop by to snuggle her you just might have to paper, rock, sissors one of us for a chance!</div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> </div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256087950989668180noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030202030614359436.post-52948281885044720392009-04-04T10:31:00.000-07:002009-04-04T11:09:25.056-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">To be accused of something...</span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong></strong></span></div><br />To all of those who know Ben, even a little, know that he never gets mad. So when I was down stairs switching laundry over and he comes down and askes me with a bit of annoyance in his voice if I am trying to drive him crazy? I almost laughed. I had no idea what I had done, though I'm sure I do lots of things that annoy him and he's just scared to confess. I innocently asked what he was talking about. He was looking for the cord to hook up our camera to the computer to download the pictures. (we have a box with all the cords and backup files on CD right on the processor, it's been there for years, thought he knew) I told him where the cord could be found. Happy Ben. Then he was looking for something else that he had stashed under his dresser (waiting to be sold on Ebay...we have lots of those :) It was bugging me under there because I could see it and I put it in his drawer. Outta sight, but close so if he looked he could find it. I wasn't trying to hide it from him, just trying to keep our house looking uncluttered. So to be accused of something like putting things away, that isn't so bad, but hopefully he doesn't go in the garage for a while looking for "something", as I cleaned that out <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>really</strong></span> good a few weeks back!Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256087950989668180noreply@blogger.com4