tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64821499554216511542024-03-14T06:34:45.397-07:00Our JourneyMeagonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856226443209925005noreply@blogger.comBlogger74125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482149955421651154.post-79058763787998055332012-03-18T21:11:00.002-07:002012-03-18T21:43:24.115-07:00Time WarpSo time just keeps moving and somehow speeding up. So many things happen I can barely keep up. Last year we had two adoptions, two hospitalizations, we had a baptism, and priesthood ordination and then a long awaited trip to Hawaii. Then summer passed quickly. The kids have been working hard at school. Caleb started Jr. high and now the year is almost over. <div>I was talking to dad this weekend and he reminded me that I really need to write some things down. </div><div>Jessica is still a handful, but is getting a little better. She gave me the best christmas present ever, she potty trained her self. I had to work with her for about two weeks, but she did it. She loves to sing.... esp at church. most of the time it is loud and off key, but she works hard at it. At home and in the car she sings about everything. She sings about being sick and getting spankins and she really likes twinkle twinkle. She lately has been folding her little arms when she gets her feelings hurt. She tells me all about it. She tells me how spankings hurt her feeling. When I ask where her feeling are she says "in my bottom". She loves to color and to cut. </div><div>Annie is still quite drama. She is very smart and loves to count and do her abc's . She loves church and esp. primary. She is so tall and just keeps growing. </div><div>Joseph loves school and is really trying hard. He is learning to read and is getting extra help with reading and math now so he can catch up. He is such a sweet boy. </div><div>Trever is so funny. One of latest conversations was about smoking. Some how he learned that his birth mom smoked while he was in her tummy. He was truely offended due to the fact that she could have killed him. Well, a few nights later I did something he really appreciated and he was telling me what a great mom I was. In fact, I am the best mom ever. Well except for his birth mom, but I am a little higher than her cuz she smoked and could have killed him. I feel really good about my awesomeness. </div><div>Caleb is really changing into a young man. He loves band and guitar. He has been struggling with with his core classes, but hopefully he will learn how to balance his priorities and budget his time. </div><div>We have been put back into the first ward. That change has been a little hard on all. I am now relief society secretary and Jason is a teacher in the elders. </div><div>There is so much more but I am exhausted Jessica gets up so early, it is nighty night for now. </div><div> </div>Meagonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856226443209925005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482149955421651154.post-60601989370787105252011-08-28T20:41:00.000-07:002011-08-28T20:58:04.125-07:00GirlsSo we have been talking quite a bit lately about what the kids were like when they were babies and young. My memory is fading as there is just not enough brain cells left after 16 children for normal daily activites and remembering details from the past. I have been relying on this blog alot to tell the boys what fun things they did as babies. I know I will run into this again when the girls get a little older so I thought I would write a bit about them now for future reference. <div>They both love their toe nails painted and Jess calls them cutes. She always notices mine and wants hers done. Annie loves "twirly" skirts or dresses. We had a major come apart the other week when the dress I selected for her to wear was not "twirly" enough. While she was crying I dressed Jessica and then told her how cute she looked. She promptly told Annie she was cute. That made the crying worse as now Annie thought I didn't think she was the cutest. Talk about drama. We are now clear that crying and fit throwing make you Not Cute. But girlies who smile and are sweet are cute and there is not a contest on cute..... I am in trouble for the future I think. </div><div>Jess loves to sing. In Sacrament meeting she will sing along every time we sing...... we can't understand a word but everyone can hear her. Annie loves to sing too. She is getting really good at learning the words. She will hum and lead if she can't remember the words. At bed time she likes to delay going to bed by singing her primary songs. She knows mom won't shush her when she sings them. </div><div>Jessica is more of a climbing dare devil than Trever was. She is all over the place. My house was Trever proof but Jess seems to find a way to make more messes than I can get to in a day. </div><div>Annie has had her hair cut now twice by Joseph. Fortunately he only cut a little and it was easily hidden, but he really did a number on his own. It was down to the scalp in several places. He got the shortest buzz on record for all three boys. </div><div>Jessica loves Annie and wants to be a big girl too. She is constantly stripping completely to go potty...... it would be great if she knew what she was doing and was potty trained now, but no, we go sit on the potty for 10 min. wipe for 5 min. get dressed and then promptly wet or poop in the diaper. </div><div>Annie is my helper and is the easiest. Jessica can find and get into my make up or markers in a heart beat. If it is quiet she is into something. Annie likes to follow me around doing what I do. They are growing up and I am almost out of the baby stage. That comes with some relief and some sadness. </div>Meagonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856226443209925005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482149955421651154.post-16762503260864721852011-03-30T15:51:00.000-07:002011-03-30T16:17:14.812-07:00It's great to be 8Trever had a great baptism. I forgot until the last minute that I hadn't printed the program and then the computer wigged on me so we didn't have a program. It was a great program. Alyssa played the piano and G-ma Thueson conducted the music. G-ma Palmer gave the opening prayer. Brother Hancock spoke on baptism. He talked about Trever and made it very personal, even playing hangman at the beginning. Trever only had to be dunked once. He was so excited. He told his dad in the dressing room that it felt nice to be all clean. Then G-pa Thueson gave a talk on the Holy Ghost. The spirit was very strong. Jason gave a beautiful blessing when he gave Trever the gift of the Holy Ghost. Then Joseph said the closing prayer. Trever chose the songs I am a Child of God, and Love at Home. It was a nice day and we had a great dinner back at the house with a house full of people. I am proud of my Trever.Meagonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856226443209925005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482149955421651154.post-4075760267162657792011-03-16T13:22:00.001-07:002011-03-16T13:52:42.756-07:00Busy busy busy.I am not sure why but my pictures went on backwards. I am also not sure who still follows this blog, but I am using it as a journal of sorts so I must write what we have been up to since we adopted Annie in October. First, right before Thanksgiving 2010 Trever had <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">appendicitis</span>. He started with symptoms on Friday night. Monday morning I took him to the E.R . He was in so much pain that he couldn't walk. His appendix had ruptured. Ogden Regional didn't want to risk surgery on a small child when we had Primary <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Children's</span> Hospital so close so Monday afternoon Trev and mom got to ride in an ambulance to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Primary's</span>. Trev had surgery that night and we spent a week there. It was a long week, but we are very <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">grateful</span> for such a good hospital. Then we had Thanksgiving here at our house. It was a good day. Next Jessica had tubes put in her ears. It went well, but it too was a long day. A week later Annie had her tonsils and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">adenoids</span> removed. That too went really well. Girls are tough... tougher than boys. Then came Christmas. In January we had Jessica's 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">nd</span> birthday. March brought Trever's birthday and baptism. That went really well. It was a great day. He is really growing up. On March 30<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">th</span> we will adopt Jessica. In April we will have her sealed to our family forever. And in May, Caleb turns 12 and will <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">receive</span> the priesthood. In the midst of all these events, life marches on. Joseph has been learning his letters and learning how to read. Trever has been struggling with headaches. Caleb has had problems with his knees. (Patella Tracking Disorder) We have had a few illnesses this year, but not as bad as in years past. For Christmas Jason and I gave each other Le <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Mis</span> tickets. We are looking forward to going to the Capitol Theatre in May, and in June the adults in Jason's family are taking a trip to Hawaii for a week. I think I have sitters for all the kids and the dog. Life is keeping us busy, but life is very good. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGABot75AJzsH5A51Txrx7SRb9qi231opTg5zqq1ntyMImC3rPz_PoFzRUrmlIzBI3m0GKHt0rR00cZygCTwGr4KGoT8aVdsHccfTyqvTIDKHluJx7CkQVWBSRR8TyEp6rLaJYqC_ZUNc/s1600/DSCF0103.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGABot75AJzsH5A51Txrx7SRb9qi231opTg5zqq1ntyMImC3rPz_PoFzRUrmlIzBI3m0GKHt0rR00cZygCTwGr4KGoT8aVdsHccfTyqvTIDKHluJx7CkQVWBSRR8TyEp6rLaJYqC_ZUNc/s320/DSCF0103.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584777107637853778" /></a>Can't believe Caleb is getting so big. Time really does fly. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUlUR1VKNG-IM6wjABr_8djzUJbafceWxACqBT75K05lD0tMkR7NLhCi0OhPVAHCjnE47pSVWBsVlIiQE0W0MZcKmiLCEIa7AcWGduEVN7_tgOnmghRYy8GYNIdzjgUWvarlcEK-X1HUY/s1600/DSCF0293.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUlUR1VKNG-IM6wjABr_8djzUJbafceWxACqBT75K05lD0tMkR7NLhCi0OhPVAHCjnE47pSVWBsVlIiQE0W0MZcKmiLCEIa7AcWGduEVN7_tgOnmghRYy8GYNIdzjgUWvarlcEK-X1HUY/s320/DSCF0293.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584777103417733714" /></a>There's our Jessica. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb9aBzfYbeXJUOJ2RfueQxIQI27PEFL1OnT_53vjZ2Qj2kRBaR3joST4s-WuY3VETNbibcoDXa-f1iriYMDXhpmevhyphenhyphen26diT3Z1ON6Trz4JdAe2OtS9coRar9KaSiIqdBTYRoukjIpTxc/s1600/DSCF0095.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb9aBzfYbeXJUOJ2RfueQxIQI27PEFL1OnT_53vjZ2Qj2kRBaR3joST4s-WuY3VETNbibcoDXa-f1iriYMDXhpmevhyphenhyphen26diT3Z1ON6Trz4JdAe2OtS9coRar9KaSiIqdBTYRoukjIpTxc/s320/DSCF0095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584777100226219586" /></a>It's great to be 8. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzI9YIDTLBVldQtQpuSsvjQSIBjauKaUtD3Ks_DCe8ih-VbqnB18k0W-JuPaoROnmtaPYEz6vUxg2nTC2v4A1HEKJVCO6gHv0SmgcGz8_keEIEb8e2_qbjl3UjoptZy5d8acg7C73uwAs/s1600/DSCF0698.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzI9YIDTLBVldQtQpuSsvjQSIBjauKaUtD3Ks_DCe8ih-VbqnB18k0W-JuPaoROnmtaPYEz6vUxg2nTC2v4A1HEKJVCO6gHv0SmgcGz8_keEIEb8e2_qbjl3UjoptZy5d8acg7C73uwAs/s320/DSCF0698.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584777090425125666" /></a>Ambulance rides aren't nearly as fun when you really need them.Meagonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856226443209925005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482149955421651154.post-49915722492922282902010-12-05T20:41:00.001-08:002010-12-05T20:53:49.408-08:00Annah MarieOctober 26th Annah is legally our daughter. We had such a great day. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7iAAdNVm7raIp7t9J04vjmFJosUDs6PQvL9eWdHfobyTlqFWDJoeB-k7uCAvtDvI8I5fhVHJ4YQJmluzbpmYMg7efB-8ibCh5aer7DMDi7_jzPtgN6UO4nluXXs_Y6oLicWOPs1TH6_8/s1600/DSCF0601.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7iAAdNVm7raIp7t9J04vjmFJosUDs6PQvL9eWdHfobyTlqFWDJoeB-k7uCAvtDvI8I5fhVHJ4YQJmluzbpmYMg7efB-8ibCh5aer7DMDi7_jzPtgN6UO4nluXXs_Y6oLicWOPs1TH6_8/s320/DSCF0601.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547425445510765026" /></a>November 6, we sealed Annie to our family for eternity. It was a beautiful day. We enjoyed the day with family and friends. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjavklNGhb5K0iT_bNGzwBWSksgrzXZNh4gp7PfAAeCBYPG6PHNjB1tI-d_4K5b8B0tQiePwQxEvi5BJnPRZp0Nx66H0V_W3Ek55Na4xWuBiGx18PwEx8QQuYiiWhOEN8ZNArZdWjtE9J4/s1600/DSCF0672.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjavklNGhb5K0iT_bNGzwBWSksgrzXZNh4gp7PfAAeCBYPG6PHNjB1tI-d_4K5b8B0tQiePwQxEvi5BJnPRZp0Nx66H0V_W3Ek55Na4xWuBiGx18PwEx8QQuYiiWhOEN8ZNArZdWjtE9J4/s320/DSCF0672.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547425443426610434" /></a>The Temple was beautiful. Annie was quite shy of everyone looking at her, but she did just fine. Her dress was made from my wedding dress, and she was so beautiful. We are unspeakably happy to have our daughter. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1vg0g31E8ae08mwphAOBp659G7f5iWo8faJ1D8LNXk7XFG9AANq5F3JvxP2XGqes_OpnjjMkjKUa8DW3MD1c3_DXsyDdvustvtZi6UlEVvRmMFCz5JEghSy1B_SkOUzpUjoVgDyM4nFI/s1600/DSCF0693.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1vg0g31E8ae08mwphAOBp659G7f5iWo8faJ1D8LNXk7XFG9AANq5F3JvxP2XGqes_OpnjjMkjKUa8DW3MD1c3_DXsyDdvustvtZi6UlEVvRmMFCz5JEghSy1B_SkOUzpUjoVgDyM4nFI/s320/DSCF0693.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547425433249093634" /></a>The sealer talked about how special the children of today are. The spirit was so strong. He talked about how blessed we are to have them a part of our family. He also talked about how we would know how to care for them and how to teach them. I need that. I know all parents are biased on their own children, but my children are so special and I love them so much. I need all the spirit can give me to help them be all they can be. Annie, thank you for being my princess.Meagonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856226443209925005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482149955421651154.post-70843800545918622432010-10-18T12:44:00.000-07:002010-10-18T12:50:49.102-07:00KidsThis picture didn't make it on to the Adoption announcement, but I really like it. As you can see from Caleb, it was taken in the morning before school. Notice his eyes. Do NOT suggest however that he looks tired and needs to get to bed earlier. That could not possible be it. Just ask him..... I dare you. Trever is the most photogenic of the group. I love his pose. Someday he will melt some poor girls heart. Annie and Joseph forget that I really don't want a picture of the inside of their nose. And Jessica is holding relatively still and even hinting at a smile. My kids. I love 'em.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7sbPks17UoVqyyF12FlTNnlBwQ5IcFOE9H76ykTk8yMzqnxBBuTPE-UzXy09XSbmNcmq8nwGk9qJ4DshBcdyccsbNrEUUXX-kXiXVztsdTUvxw7WEqCdrQKAHEO0MXFukSOf5rnbRc0A/s1600/IMG_0624.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7sbPks17UoVqyyF12FlTNnlBwQ5IcFOE9H76ykTk8yMzqnxBBuTPE-UzXy09XSbmNcmq8nwGk9qJ4DshBcdyccsbNrEUUXX-kXiXVztsdTUvxw7WEqCdrQKAHEO0MXFukSOf5rnbRc0A/s320/IMG_0624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529474621602054210" /></a>Meagonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856226443209925005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482149955421651154.post-15587837749149604452010-07-26T09:36:00.000-07:002010-07-26T10:36:35.748-07:00Reasons<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq9ccCz4zXR2n9yb-Ox9JkEChidiwV-U42PkEK_0KGzYBRBm2zU6ao1gDRVvLjR6AwkIkpkw78vYs9m90BAgbc99z7VRdF-LF_Hi_sCH6XH_VcWQQFCDXwiHLS-eHY8RJD8idB8VppTUI/s1600/102_0569.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498255027321824386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq9ccCz4zXR2n9yb-Ox9JkEChidiwV-U42PkEK_0KGzYBRBm2zU6ao1gDRVvLjR6AwkIkpkw78vYs9m90BAgbc99z7VRdF-LF_Hi_sCH6XH_VcWQQFCDXwiHLS-eHY8RJD8idB8VppTUI/s320/102_0569.JPG" border="0" /></a> So this picture is out of date now. We had baby Sianne for a week, had a week break and now we have Jessica with us. She is 18 months old and is a cute blond hair light brown eyed cherrub. I have been feeling lately like everyone thinks we are crazy and can't understand why we have taken another child into our family. Some people have said I am a saint. I think I would admit<br />to being crazy long before I would consider being a saint. <br /> I know that I shouldn't care what other people think. But is causing me some stress and worry, so I thought I would try to explain here... at least for myself and for my children someday when they wonder. (if I was crazy that is, they know I am not a saint!) <br /><br /> When Jason and I were first married right around the time I was expecting Caleb, I saw a commercial for Foster/Adoption. They showed teenage children needing a home and family. It struck me at that time, the need these children have and how so many of us are so blessed that we should be able to give. I thought that we would one day look into doing foster care, but not at that time. Little did I know how my life would change in the following two years. <br /><br /> When Jason got sick and we had to rely on so many for help both physically and financially I leared alot about needs and giving and recieving. I haven't put all that I learned into words, but the feelings will always remain. Jason and I did discuss at length the fact that when we could we would repay all that was given to us by giving to others. <br /><br />Then there comes the long old story of how we tried to continue our family. There is alot of old baggage there too, but the end result is that we began Foster care. I do believe Heavenly Father had a hand in it. We also at this time moved into our home. It was so much bigger than we were used to and we both commented that we would fill it up with children. <br /><br />Well, we now have had 15 children and we have 5 currently living with us. They have all been my children since the phone call was placed saying yes we would be able to take them. I have had a certain attachment with each of them and a piece of my heart resides with each where ever they are. A little over a year ago, before Annie came to us, I was beginning to think about Joseph entering into school and what I would do with no children at home. I knew I could not just stay at home and be the duster of dust bunnies all the rest of my days, but defining who I would be or what I would do was so very illusive. I called it my mid life crisis. I love and miss teaching band, but my heart just wasn't in it like before. Plus I would not be able to juggle football games and such and stay with my family like I want. I know I could go back to school and become a nurse, but that idea still just doesn't sit right. A friend told me I should just get a fun job, like at a craft store or something. As I tried to make that fit, I realized that I have always wanted to make a difference in peoples lives. I feel like I did that with band. I gave kids options and broadened horizions. But now is the time for something else. <br /><br />Well then we got the call and Annie came to us. She is a light and truely a blessing just as they all have been. We thought we were finished. And yet Jason and I both kept feeling like someone was missing. So we put ourselves back on the list. Throughout this time I have come to realize that this is my passion. I feel strongly that these children deserve a chance. They teach me so much and make me feel like I am not so indebt. Heavenly Father has given me so very much... more than I deserve and I feel no more deserving that those who have so little around the world. I would truely be selfish and ungrateful if I did not share. I have love to spare and room in my home, Jason has a good job that pays well. He was spared for a reason, and until we find out what is was Heavenly Father spared him for we will create a reason.... to help his children. I know that not everyone can do this job, and I know that not everyone should do this job. I don't judge anyone for not doing it. But I do know that I can do it and so I will. <br /><br />We are waiting for all the court stuff to be over and we will then make Annie a permanent part of our family. We may or may not make Jessica a permanent part of our family, it is still too early to tell. We may or may not be done adding children to our home and to our family. I can't see the future. Sometimes we feel so old to still be changing diapers and having little ones underfoot. Right now however, this is something we can do, something we feel we are supposed to do, and Heavenly Father will help us.Meagonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856226443209925005noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482149955421651154.post-39930891516092103412010-05-01T20:32:00.000-07:002010-05-01T20:42:17.942-07:00Aiah<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJT9uL5ChZcqu6ts5EzY_2XoTcQzlUt0GmVrfjpIkAeos-t97oTj9YN9fiTABD0TyTUxfbJnxX7nclhCcqbOl5g81wGdPuIFBe_rzRwXqTGyfVAgYImz5mlKheDR-PwnuFnLK36YEAM3c/s1600/DSCF0088.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJT9uL5ChZcqu6ts5EzY_2XoTcQzlUt0GmVrfjpIkAeos-t97oTj9YN9fiTABD0TyTUxfbJnxX7nclhCcqbOl5g81wGdPuIFBe_rzRwXqTGyfVAgYImz5mlKheDR-PwnuFnLK36YEAM3c/s320/DSCF0088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466512567767173170" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnuPeyct7n0aifMm8-iK9bBIYgM-BcVjlxrtR17THqdGXOEFWxbkvWKa0q35RgZpEC8tv2vKt6vpLSvqMn5tgJZdwb7VV9YjUpxxIqN3pfHPYosehGFVYDuP3Wa-wphzddLIFHZiofVRw/s1600/DSCF0058.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnuPeyct7n0aifMm8-iK9bBIYgM-BcVjlxrtR17THqdGXOEFWxbkvWKa0q35RgZpEC8tv2vKt6vpLSvqMn5tgJZdwb7VV9YjUpxxIqN3pfHPYosehGFVYDuP3Wa-wphzddLIFHZiofVRw/s320/DSCF0058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466512558535911426" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjolI5pCH6TqptVRtDEPphWh77dRuVUnvA0lU77Qp77I5PK-f90xAu7wABxhio0IM1jeDrwGaeVncVFHajVdPHXhK2ZLExMxcI3Uv2uAVfOJELRHSpXqIy1jBgZx5iPOGC64AtV5hZNJns/s1600/DSCF0079.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjolI5pCH6TqptVRtDEPphWh77dRuVUnvA0lU77Qp77I5PK-f90xAu7wABxhio0IM1jeDrwGaeVncVFHajVdPHXhK2ZLExMxcI3Uv2uAVfOJELRHSpXqIy1jBgZx5iPOGC64AtV5hZNJns/s320/DSCF0079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466512545302936242" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYYOJD9x1cx2PrxUpQ0TMZjBuW2nd6lJl9KZWiryrBhtooBsgzXOUBN0XdXI-mmyhlqtPA5AWpoWVUoFgl9_40sz8bgIM3ZDmyLkKoDIDv32VqJr0yd1H0IdBNRJV2JRWEIXTXHViT8iI/s1600/DSCF0052.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYYOJD9x1cx2PrxUpQ0TMZjBuW2nd6lJl9KZWiryrBhtooBsgzXOUBN0XdXI-mmyhlqtPA5AWpoWVUoFgl9_40sz8bgIM3ZDmyLkKoDIDv32VqJr0yd1H0IdBNRJV2JRWEIXTXHViT8iI/s320/DSCF0052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466512533769922642" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvr4T9OWW7NlFSv2ggVpN5bONdsUAjrJiB1gw2Nz0wMVmAt_0fCQgK8mTr4RU0k7FlF2KCM0cPsUTgcdZ17QD2XsWfzf35NqsqBHe9M5Ha4BxRZjbSv6p-noiI3SjVh7f9BfmjGV0C-7U/s1600/DSCF0067.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvr4T9OWW7NlFSv2ggVpN5bONdsUAjrJiB1gw2Nz0wMVmAt_0fCQgK8mTr4RU0k7FlF2KCM0cPsUTgcdZ17QD2XsWfzf35NqsqBHe9M5Ha4BxRZjbSv6p-noiI3SjVh7f9BfmjGV0C-7U/s320/DSCF0067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466512530395405282" /></a><br />Ok, I don't know if that is how you spell it, but I will be hearing it in my sleep tonight. All three boys tested for their orange belts today. It was a very long day, but they did so well and I am so proud of them. It really is not as easy as it may look. Joseph has really grown leaps and bounds since starting Tai Kwon Do, but all three of them are learning self discipline, self confidence and respect. They are really working physically as well as mentally and it is helping them in so many ways. It takes alot of time and a fair bit of moolah, but it is worth it and I am so glad we are able to do it. I hope you enjoy the pictures... I am very proud. There are more pictures on facebook. Look how fast I was at doing this post..... same day.Meagonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856226443209925005noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482149955421651154.post-66618204580419898682010-04-25T08:25:00.001-07:002010-04-25T08:40:49.332-07:00Chiata Dance<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgmJOwSM8lNm6GGGfOVY_L6cVScUK9zP1nbueSjAdVwWOV3oBW35GeuLYhggdiYgReRIgvm5HuLi8rWSiyNFQnngbtIqSBJelpmVIhBv3KHyun5BPAGH9vB92Vozsyx78-ip2XJlpZhyphenhyphenc/s1600/100_2411.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464100476141404530" 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/AVvXsEjgmJOwSM8lNm6GGGfOVY_L6cVScUK9zP1nbueSjAdVwWOV3oBW35GeuLYhggdiYgReRIgvm5HuLi8rWSiyNFQnngbtIqSBJelpmVIhBv3KHyun5BPAGH9vB92Vozsyx78-ip2XJlpZhyphenhyphenc/s320/100_2411.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So my stupid camera is really broken and I am still waiting for the new one I ordered to get here. For this reason, I do not have pictures to go with this post. I did want to write about it before I forget though.<br />For those of you who don't really know Joseph, to say he is shy and clingy is an understatement. He has been getting better though. The other day we were in the grocery store. Joseph was walking beside me and was seriously engrossed in his own world. He invented the Chiata dance. He would say Chiiiii Ata over and over while doing various moves all of which involved shaking his cute little tushy in various ways. It was so cute. As we went along he got more and more brave (oblivious) and louder. He was laughing and have a truely grand time. He kept telling me to watch his Chiata moves.<br />Well as all good things must come to an end, some fairly young, nice looking, well dressed man came up behind us and passed. He was smiling as he observed for a min. Then said, " Hey dude, really nice moves." Of course that brought Joseph to a complete stand still right behind my leg with his arm around it. It has taken several days to convince him to even attempt to do the chiata dance again and I still haven't gotten the unreserved dance he performed in the store. I am so glad I got to see it, and hope he learns to "let go" a little more often. Everyone should dance to the music they hear without being embarrased. Life is short laugh more often. I love you Joseph and I so loved your fabulous Chiata dance.</div>Meagonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856226443209925005noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482149955421651154.post-45127774638754690592010-01-25T09:30:00.000-08:002010-01-25T09:36:38.421-08:00Longing<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS8TBvkAXgRm5-QyYTynLPoAVhHnN8UOwh6PWumPtBwweLWVDZdJrLOWN268woKRbDKPOI784-5Ym_7keC3mb52WuoycxuX-q5UMc7J6aZ5nJSBh4scONaR4-bCAmCO7gkAANIxePJkGs/s1600-h/100_2346.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430731969294378994" 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/AVvXsEhS8TBvkAXgRm5-QyYTynLPoAVhHnN8UOwh6PWumPtBwweLWVDZdJrLOWN268woKRbDKPOI784-5Ym_7keC3mb52WuoycxuX-q5UMc7J6aZ5nJSBh4scONaR4-bCAmCO7gkAANIxePJkGs/s320/100_2346.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwP2CdGJTIgVSI5Rg_VGVhUJS26HDd9Cmx80LbelROArC9Ga4UPN-PB1QDw6SOQWp4yPnB-8k5PLk-EG7eaQvCLJKTIdLl-AuhHARtzest1agsS83twuGef874bjn6e26mUsKyaOL1v6M/s1600-h/100_2343_2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430731957577571506" 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/AVvXsEhwP2CdGJTIgVSI5Rg_VGVhUJS26HDd9Cmx80LbelROArC9Ga4UPN-PB1QDw6SOQWp4yPnB-8k5PLk-EG7eaQvCLJKTIdLl-AuhHARtzest1agsS83twuGef874bjn6e26mUsKyaOL1v6M/s320/100_2343_2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUQ7HKCXcrfQfAlyj_XNz8jjxOVyaJXQP42ujgeLdbX0j8ZjKfRyQvaPEkMxLAaRy774S2XoXnGe1_BaDBQRq0-FwrEgm6sByL_FOW6NEcSSZIDpQBSDIzRq2hU2pctl4YO6xD718K0HM/s1600-h/100_2340_2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430731955329252786" 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/AVvXsEhUQ7HKCXcrfQfAlyj_XNz8jjxOVyaJXQP42ujgeLdbX0j8ZjKfRyQvaPEkMxLAaRy774S2XoXnGe1_BaDBQRq0-FwrEgm6sByL_FOW6NEcSSZIDpQBSDIzRq2hU2pctl4YO6xD718K0HM/s320/100_2340_2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiciOec4Hof3HG0uK4SqviRCBL_LYmo1eJRJstAr7oQ7aASw1yDxL5VzzkP2AC0aH3zNqvg5zq-ek5mhIlaEuGnKjpC_0f-8Zl0zCXZkNHV09BamtA5B7RjpQ7mARwOFM8laH8YdSV4aU/s1600-h/100_2338.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430731944630474498" 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/AVvXsEgiciOec4Hof3HG0uK4SqviRCBL_LYmo1eJRJstAr7oQ7aASw1yDxL5VzzkP2AC0aH3zNqvg5zq-ek5mhIlaEuGnKjpC_0f-8Zl0zCXZkNHV09BamtA5B7RjpQ7mARwOFM8laH8YdSV4aU/s320/100_2338.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />I always used to love the winters and the snow. I must be getting old. My least favorite colors today are brown and white. I miss family and wish I could see the sun today. Here's to Spring arriving early! Everyone think water sports. <br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Meagonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856226443209925005noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482149955421651154.post-41401306767903207712010-01-20T09:10:00.000-08:002010-01-20T09:39:23.319-08:00TexasSome of the highlights (completely out of order) were watching Brinton and Ami play at their basketball games. Watching Brinton brought back strong memories of Terry. They look alot alike. Listening to Mom and Dan cheer brought back memories too and I was only embarrassed a couple of times. : ) <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNhNNeg-JO12xHuUo0qaA7DMLiDsAIC60FlyWM4sla3bSoPyac9_jT1Sn7y-uiMT30Q9NEcORFDDxEf3uKnyq9chj3GT3qM_dpVLqux35Kxw5nROpe3MTef1Vn7mTQ99Emwv055MuKOj4/s1600-h/100_2658.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428872532184477378" 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/AVvXsEiNhNNeg-JO12xHuUo0qaA7DMLiDsAIC60FlyWM4sla3bSoPyac9_jT1Sn7y-uiMT30Q9NEcORFDDxEf3uKnyq9chj3GT3qM_dpVLqux35Kxw5nROpe3MTef1Vn7mTQ99Emwv055MuKOj4/s320/100_2658.JPG" border="0" /></a> The Temple was beautiful. The kids were so well behaved, not just in the temple but during our entire stay. I really just can't say just how impressed with the kids I am. I know they were on their best behavior for guests, but I am very impressed. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0_GViVL9QJ2Sh9PBHr6DLiNUPV98oTNE1HZn6KyckMI9MHRLteCd4Qn02WcKhF27Cr-_tl9Yc1oYMQEeX0v7z_elvRxmM9QRF0dpZVlxvKESxgXPfjpHL83RnJQRxDGzNHmu7FfvjwoY/s1600-h/100_2625.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428872527858268802" 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/AVvXsEi0_GViVL9QJ2Sh9PBHr6DLiNUPV98oTNE1HZn6KyckMI9MHRLteCd4Qn02WcKhF27Cr-_tl9Yc1oYMQEeX0v7z_elvRxmM9QRF0dpZVlxvKESxgXPfjpHL83RnJQRxDGzNHmu7FfvjwoY/s320/100_2625.JPG" border="0" /></a> The spirit was very strong in the Temple, but I felt it throughout the weekend and in the Taylors home. It makes my heart glad to have another family blest with the experience of adoption. I could get all weepy and doctrine here but suffice it to say I consider this experience a great blessing to Patrick and Ashlyn and mabe even more so to everyone else involved. Thank you all for letting me be there. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4mXfBkBK0cS4UNy6ZzfC_XfsSCnQsS8BHlgyrX2FlTmkM34Mrl7txbKgk8EXn8WydlzO4S4ZhIQEHZ82DbfttJnwUO2To3YJi6CZsiEBIYPYDyZKqSlE9lG_1WtA4st_lIO7YplbRSe4/s1600-h/100_2619.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428872516619537474" 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/AVvXsEj4mXfBkBK0cS4UNy6ZzfC_XfsSCnQsS8BHlgyrX2FlTmkM34Mrl7txbKgk8EXn8WydlzO4S4ZhIQEHZ82DbfttJnwUO2To3YJi6CZsiEBIYPYDyZKqSlE9lG_1WtA4st_lIO7YplbRSe4/s320/100_2619.JPG" border="0" /></a> Ashlyn and Hannah are the "two little girls" They are full of life and energy. Ashlyn is catching up and is such a pretty little thing. She is a sponge just soaking up all she can and has a sweet spirit about her. Hannah is a live wire. Her excitement for life is contagious and hard to keep up with. She is loving and so happy. Ethan is a handsome young man. He is a big helper and is so smart. Patrick is eager to please and do what is right. He loves to give hugs and be helpful. Connor is growing up so fast. He is very helpful and is so good at sharing and teaching by example how to treat others. Ami is such a beautiful young lady. She is a little mother and takes good care of the house and her little sisters. She is so responsible. Brinton is funny and helpful. He sounds just like his dad. None of the kids complained or refused to help or do something that was asked of them. <br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGpGAy9IxfQjGaN5SZ-uH5LemBNrqiPO730pujfUVm4bFETu-icoMLpmklyTvWx7nAV9Uj6QnPPQHZ-z6Qyut3t1zIvwPQ_tpFvg1hOMiLvHoYlJtgVuC8hfa96hewe_XKjiM6KmUkJR4/s1600-h/100_2613.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428872511257695490" 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/AVvXsEhGpGAy9IxfQjGaN5SZ-uH5LemBNrqiPO730pujfUVm4bFETu-icoMLpmklyTvWx7nAV9Uj6QnPPQHZ-z6Qyut3t1zIvwPQ_tpFvg1hOMiLvHoYlJtgVuC8hfa96hewe_XKjiM6KmUkJR4/s320/100_2613.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I had a fabulous time in Texas. Great family, great relaxation, great new place to see, and pretty good weather considering what I came home to. Jenny, Dan, and family, Thank you so much for your hospitality. I miss you each already. I wish Texas wasn't so far away. hoping to visit again sooner rather than later. </div></div></div></div>Meagonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856226443209925005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482149955421651154.post-11263230969947554242010-01-04T20:04:00.000-08:002010-01-04T20:26:39.180-08:0010 Things...I often get told by "people who have been there" to treasure this time with my young kids and that one day I will miss the things that seemed so bothersome now. Well, I have created a list of at least 10 things I am positive I will not miss.<br /><br />1. Wiping the pee off the toilet seat, back and floor every time I want to use it and several times in between. (Boys)<br /><br />2. Doing the laundry for 4 very messy people, Little or not. (For the hundreth time Your shirt is not a napkin or a tissue. ) <br /><br />3. Tripping over or stepping on someone elses belonging that were left right in the middle of the walk way. <br /><br />4. Nah uh....... Yah huh...... Nah uh...... Yah huh........YAH HUH....... NAA UH......YAH HUH.......<br /><br />5. Mom he's bothering me, ....... MOM he's bothering me......MOOOOMMMM HES BOTHERING MEEE.<br /><br />6. Cleaning up pee in places other than the bathroom. <br /><br />7. MOOOM I went Poop! <br /><br />8. Cleaning bare bottoms that are older than 3.<br /><br />9. Hearing " I'm not hungry, I have a tummy ach, I don't like it. " at the dinner table only to be asked for something to eat moments after the table is cleared. <br /><br />10. Washing clean folded clothes that got scooped up into the laundry basket because they never got put away when you sent them to put away the clean laundry. <br /><br />Now least any of you think that I am not enjoying my children and realizing how fast time flies, I have a list of 10 things I know I will miss and treasure them, even if I have to hide it. <br /><br />1. How small the fingerprints on the window of every room and car are. <br /><br />2. Someone needing me in the middle of the night because they had a nightmare. <br /><br />3. Kissing the owies better even if I had told them to stop before someone got their eye poked out. <br /><br />4. Washing tiny little baby clothes, (Already miss that one.)<br /><br />5. Watching my children gobble up dinner and say.... That is the best meal ever. even if it was store bought pizza. <br /><br />6. The funny way they talk when they don't really know how to say a word. (Dick Donalds and Heckitocker)<br /><br />7. Watching them learn that they really can do something that they didn't think they could. <br /><br />8. Them wanting to sit on my lap and play with my hair. <br /><br />9. Singing bed time songs. <br /><br />10. Knowing exactly where they are when it is 10:00. <br /><br />Ok I could probablly list more than 10 if I thought about it, but I could probablly make myself cry too, and that was not the reason I started this entry. Time is going by so fast and I know it and sometimes I wish I could slow it down, but really Can't they at least wipe up after they hose down the toilet that I have to sit on?!!!?Meagonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856226443209925005noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482149955421651154.post-31552070327169081822009-11-02T20:39:00.000-08:002009-11-02T21:04:35.255-08:00Happy HalloweenWell, the kids seemed to have a happy halloween. We have tons of candy. It is quite the trick to dole it out slowly.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT3XUvrN_SnmgfhRt1Fb4NshtnnUewoX_2xJmf9OD4vL77iH28fY8zbRfjW-G3r_t5nJMNHZueEhSa81GDX0Y5Gobcde25iPmCjyypY5WVxqF8KHpkT4IDkzrZfw06S9d2ODJ-uGQLcXQ/s1600-h/100_2427.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399733161719780162" 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/AVvXsEhT3XUvrN_SnmgfhRt1Fb4NshtnnUewoX_2xJmf9OD4vL77iH28fY8zbRfjW-G3r_t5nJMNHZueEhSa81GDX0Y5Gobcde25iPmCjyypY5WVxqF8KHpkT4IDkzrZfw06S9d2ODJ-uGQLcXQ/s320/100_2427.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Cakeb was Spok from Star Trek. I kept telling him to be happy, and he would say.... Happiness is not logical. If he ran his ears would fall off so he was slow, but that made Joseph happy, cause he is slow. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtOGFX1LcMIxnIfcSIBjzOe0E28GuDkwk5b3QOPvLeas9ZGaonPhFTIhSYRTKrPCULW9DK5eTV3lm4c_oLYgai6hFJjiOXWSGHSPvEywewXpqzv6asTT5Oi-b4a5cv8pkrwUwO85riDnw/s1600-h/100_2420.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399733157098011106" 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/AVvXsEjtOGFX1LcMIxnIfcSIBjzOe0E28GuDkwk5b3QOPvLeas9ZGaonPhFTIhSYRTKrPCULW9DK5eTV3lm4c_oLYgai6hFJjiOXWSGHSPvEywewXpqzv6asTT5Oi-b4a5cv8pkrwUwO85riDnw/s320/100_2420.JPG" border="0" /></a> Trever was Zoro, and he had a blast. And NO this Zoro did not get a sword. <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRb-VQX6gVA2wWFBjweoiyTwKDjFZqc2wys7fR-TDwxNm8lVIzLS_APRv2jePnlanQW1jZ4S_sv1gUddCvTmjyQYdRsfLiQ3f6K6Y-STZreJuNsyoI4CYwp0RTVm_a7KL5XrcW9NTRMGI/s1600-h/100_2425.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399733151956349698" 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/AVvXsEhRb-VQX6gVA2wWFBjweoiyTwKDjFZqc2wys7fR-TDwxNm8lVIzLS_APRv2jePnlanQW1jZ4S_sv1gUddCvTmjyQYdRsfLiQ3f6K6Y-STZreJuNsyoI4CYwp0RTVm_a7KL5XrcW9NTRMGI/s320/100_2425.JPG" border="0" /></a> Joseph was Bat Man for the second year in a row. He would wear the mask for a picture and then put it away. It bugged him. <br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTHT9z01zBm4p8YGX2iZMk2F0RLaQdarJTSj1OTbfIUUhDc5Y8zbSQtEjsnYUoAv89ss-o2ew5c2Orpp2mfsECGIT-QoNbOghZhXTYgZuyTCnOeyIHz8T30JclEdhVm1jtA1BDdJV-C8Q/s1600-h/100_2421.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399733146227006962" 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/AVvXsEjTHT9z01zBm4p8YGX2iZMk2F0RLaQdarJTSj1OTbfIUUhDc5Y8zbSQtEjsnYUoAv89ss-o2ew5c2Orpp2mfsECGIT-QoNbOghZhXTYgZuyTCnOeyIHz8T30JclEdhVm1jtA1BDdJV-C8Q/s320/100_2421.JPG" border="0" /></a> Annie was a Butterfly. She was not to be left behind in the stroller. She would run up to the door with the boys, and get her candy. I was surprized she left he costume on, but she did. You couldn't hear her, but she would say trick or treat, and thaaaank you and I is a butterfly. <br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYXxKbraI9DDTjwlgj4ObFm2bQyvmQlHcClhyphenhyphensX45PtiH0V9kzh6slQffljVpvzSw0gcr1RhOdvFGHvib0JvO9QWTSsMI3La0H0XY_IM_Po9ink3u2u4Lg5CcOrcmTInNke4PDw-HAdsM/s1600-h/100_2424.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399733133954807506" 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/AVvXsEgYXxKbraI9DDTjwlgj4ObFm2bQyvmQlHcClhyphenhyphensX45PtiH0V9kzh6slQffljVpvzSw0gcr1RhOdvFGHvib0JvO9QWTSsMI3La0H0XY_IM_Po9ink3u2u4Lg5CcOrcmTInNke4PDw-HAdsM/s320/100_2424.JPG" border="0" /></a> Cute cute. Mom got a little tired of trying to keep the kids together (Trever would run ahead, and the others would get so frustrated) but it was a pretty good halloween.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Meagonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856226443209925005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482149955421651154.post-36037439129308964942009-10-20T21:22:00.000-07:002009-10-20T21:37:18.328-07:00The PocketHaving three boys, we have no shortage of boy parts stories. When Caleb was potty training, he was found crying one day and asked when I was going to die. I told him not for a very long time and asked why. He was so terribly concerned that I was going to explode because if I didn't have a P@#*, I could not go pee and would explode. Trever is still not sure that life is very fair. He thinks that if girls aren't lucky enough to be born with one, then they definately should be able to grow one when they get bigger. But our latest and greatest story is that of the pocket. <br />Joseph was having alot of trouble getting his underware on the right way. I tried and tried to show him the tag goes in the back. He was getting a sore bum because of the constant wedgie he had when his tighty whitys were on backwards, so I finally showed him the pocket in the front. I opened it up and he even put his had through it. Then he asked why he needed a pocket in his underware. I told him that he could use it when he is older. Of Course... Trever was very kind in his big brother duties to show him what the pocket is used for. Next thing I know Joseph comes running out of the bathroom with his "unit" poking out of the pocket in all kinds of pride and joy. He then wanted to show every visitor we had for the next few days his new "pocket". I do apologize to any of you who had the pleasure. You just never know what may greet you when you come to our house. <br />------------------------------------------------------------------------<br />In other news today, The permanancy hearing for Annie was today. DCFS was requesting that there be no more reunification, and that we move forward with a hearing to terminate parental rights. That was granted. The case goes back to court in Dec. We are hopeful that by the new year Annie will be leagally free, and we will proceed with the adoption. Thank you for all the prayers. Keep sending them. I feel bad for her birth parents, but they truely are not capable of taking care of her.Meagonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856226443209925005noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482149955421651154.post-26694068012093680832009-10-15T16:25:00.000-07:002009-10-15T16:39:24.383-07:00The MarbleI started this blog as a way to keep a kind of journal about the boys. In that interrest I must tell a few stories that have stood out in the last few months. This one is about the Marble. <br />The marble in question is (or should I say was) one of those Magnetix marbles. It is slightly heaver than a regular marble, maybe fractionaly bigger, and of course magnetic. Well, no matter how many times you tell your children not to put certain objects in their mouths, some lessons have to be learned the hard way. Joseph swallowed it. He was pretty sure he was going to throw up, or choke, or die. We are pleased to say that he did none of these things. <br />I called my mother just to make sure my intended course of action(wait and it will come out the other end) was the right one to take. My sister ( I shall not name names) was very worried for Joseph and thought I should take him to the ER, so that his organs would not be pulled out of order or worse by the magnet. I did not see her perticular worry as terribly truthful, so I waited. <br />About four days later, this is what transpired. It is about bed time and several children have been taking baths. Each time I go into the bathroom I find poo in the toilet that no one claims. I flush. After about the third flush, I complain rather loudly that my children are certainly smart enough to learn how to flush a toilet. It is starting to stink up the bathroom. Well, Joseph say,<br />"I tried to flush it, but the toilet is broken." So I flush again, and watch this time. It seems to go down, and all is well. Next time I turn around the same darn log is still there. It came back. WTH. I flush again..... and again. Then I peer very closely......... That darn shiny metal marble is poking out the side. Now most of us moms know that pennies, and marbles don't flush. I was very irritably contemplating how I was going to fish out the marble when Trever walks in, says ewwwww, I'll do it and flushes. It went. The boy has an air of authority over poo. I was saved. And Joseph is well, there were no excaped organs or anything. A fairly happy ending.Meagonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856226443209925005noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482149955421651154.post-8249594176535996132009-09-01T20:01:00.001-07:002009-09-01T20:38:33.923-07:00Then and NowOur house hold is growing up. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGn6ypj1WLUgOucDZci-nK8T06t7m7KVVD8e2n0ugFqJGFg2udnLv9mv1fiqR95vfF5xl_v9INa3SAd8C_5Q2YUkNHPLGU6e6KKhD34Fo0mRjXo-0R14thOmYttlzbbvq3KT55eIj3TGs/s1600-h/100_2334.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376704994345498994" 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/AVvXsEiGn6ypj1WLUgOucDZci-nK8T06t7m7KVVD8e2n0ugFqJGFg2udnLv9mv1fiqR95vfF5xl_v9INa3SAd8C_5Q2YUkNHPLGU6e6KKhD34Fo0mRjXo-0R14thOmYttlzbbvq3KT55eIj3TGs/s320/100_2334.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I admit that I have been very deliquent in blogging. I don't have any really good reason, just lazy I guess. I looked at the cat the other day and noticed how big it has gotten in just the few short months that we have had him. And it struck me how fast my children are growing. Some days it feels way too slow...... but other days it hits me just how fast it is flying by. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf1ud0zuoHE71lN4cB2brTEVjx4E7hWbFqIKzm_Um13YKEGF8aloTv6HGPNgyDDPSGw3a6hcSFBp0CFlIr-WHsAbDq3kCcX7tJP0aMXdfrXeb-JCsgIKPd6MvZ4TMlHvNg-uoOfZY9EEc/s1600-h/100_2383.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376703969934113266" 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/AVvXsEgf1ud0zuoHE71lN4cB2brTEVjx4E7hWbFqIKzm_Um13YKEGF8aloTv6HGPNgyDDPSGw3a6hcSFBp0CFlIr-WHsAbDq3kCcX7tJP0aMXdfrXeb-JCsgIKPd6MvZ4TMlHvNg-uoOfZY9EEc/s320/100_2383.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />I haven't gotten any pictures of Annie when she was tiny, but I didn't want to leave her out either. She is so beautiful, and she is learning and growing up each day right before my eyes. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEtw7kul8iggPFG_HpKYMDmAf9FFI_WoY-jLzOVK7hZPNvY2-UvEK3XEIY5S-0cMjduA6AEzqssHd58ywgvTrvFGvbNehY-lJAGKm4asojtRpjoTl3vZeL_TlqVWycsbVkwlpwnobm1PI/s1600-h/100_2390.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376703962241653778" 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/AVvXsEgEtw7kul8iggPFG_HpKYMDmAf9FFI_WoY-jLzOVK7hZPNvY2-UvEK3XEIY5S-0cMjduA6AEzqssHd58ywgvTrvFGvbNehY-lJAGKm4asojtRpjoTl3vZeL_TlqVWycsbVkwlpwnobm1PI/s320/100_2390.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My stupid computer put my pictures on backwards so you will actually get the Now, and then the then. Joseph is so excited to ride his big boy bike and loves to go out and take a spin. He is very good to remember his helmet. I am glad to have one more year with him before Kindergarten. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPqZ31Ccqe4MBJK4MlVSGyjtmYOCXVTyPs0P1zafaCNwAKnEplSPIewophsf9vL8uKM089PHbYOSrt1NOlDxd07abfHzn7jG2dGHzXHbb4gfmJ1tNLmNHdlOnQiK__FwFAr51dPMQE1Y8/s1600-h/100_2388.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376703954633140786" 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/AVvXsEhPqZ31Ccqe4MBJK4MlVSGyjtmYOCXVTyPs0P1zafaCNwAKnEplSPIewophsf9vL8uKM089PHbYOSrt1NOlDxd07abfHzn7jG2dGHzXHbb4gfmJ1tNLmNHdlOnQiK__FwFAr51dPMQE1Y8/s320/100_2388.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />He was such a tiny little thing. Always so good natured and easy going. Always LOUD. He came into to this world saying " I will be heard!!!!" <br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu0PJjrwn-PKz2GlkWOmOjpTZAtr1n2PkYd7fel_eBd3uy1O66oqg-iQkisVDCL6OMg1VLsZzKVKLrNORwm7PWTaUaEnifuAmr86guFJW-2txJwxPEOLnshb-g8KdD345_PBgjrJsnvdg/s1600-h/Aug+023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376703939665897490" 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/AVvXsEgu0PJjrwn-PKz2GlkWOmOjpTZAtr1n2PkYd7fel_eBd3uy1O66oqg-iQkisVDCL6OMg1VLsZzKVKLrNORwm7PWTaUaEnifuAmr86guFJW-2txJwxPEOLnshb-g8KdD345_PBgjrJsnvdg/s320/Aug+023.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Trever is always thinking. Always smiling about something. He has gotten a little anxious as school has approached and started. He has some tender feelers...... sometimes. <br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNIIMId3PqXqAKk7XRNPcDC0KsHdTzxy_2WWdQ0pC8eHsieuk54TFhaTNkP80ZZaU8ACy7lZZjRxdBIJgBGXZ0tPxZCEl9QLaymuGhyphenhyphenXXKZlUw7S_2QGvLXo3rqqH3dnNRDzg8kN2IkNM/s1600-h/100_2224_2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376702769098533714" 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/AVvXsEiNIIMId3PqXqAKk7XRNPcDC0KsHdTzxy_2WWdQ0pC8eHsieuk54TFhaTNkP80ZZaU8ACy7lZZjRxdBIJgBGXZ0tPxZCEl9QLaymuGhyphenhyphenXXKZlUw7S_2QGvLXo3rqqH3dnNRDzg8kN2IkNM/s320/100_2224_2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />He has always had something he seemed to be up to. He is a jokester and an adventurous little devil. He loves cats, and he loves to pester. He really doesn't like to be pestered though. <br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6sbYSLE0TPWxVh83FTmzJ3c2vMcGpCbeo0817yeoXB6n_0gKyjN_P4B3t5DQeUIARNYf4zFXrcSq85YQw6pOG1IfWxT6IYyWkZYk5Lhro5rVJ6QNgy_rFmA47VLB5VcmqyxX-C133Kh8/s1600-h/106_0618.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376702762778986690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6sbYSLE0TPWxVh83FTmzJ3c2vMcGpCbeo0817yeoXB6n_0gKyjN_P4B3t5DQeUIARNYf4zFXrcSq85YQw6pOG1IfWxT6IYyWkZYk5Lhro5rVJ6QNgy_rFmA47VLB5VcmqyxX-C133Kh8/s320/106_0618.JPG" border="0" /></a> I can hardly remember when Caleb was a baby. It seems several lifetimes ago. He is so mature for his age. He is loving, kind and tries always to please and be his best. He is smart, and very sensitive. <br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrzfof4tkl4zmnW2_z7YYefxc9IiUE4V0Mv_xMeXoKR6c2deFLj3deNSxLcKaa10Xn8f_rp0O07-j43YjkjXBeGDW3Pux85urLJtnL8vPwZ00XGuGdikNcHtyFvtuBRY85KLSR6h1z-V8/s1600-h/100_2250.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376702750850853042" 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/AVvXsEhrzfof4tkl4zmnW2_z7YYefxc9IiUE4V0Mv_xMeXoKR6c2deFLj3deNSxLcKaa10Xn8f_rp0O07-j43YjkjXBeGDW3Pux85urLJtnL8vPwZ00XGuGdikNcHtyFvtuBRY85KLSR6h1z-V8/s320/100_2250.JPG" border="0" /></a> I didn't have a digital camera when Caleb was small. I tried to scan a smaller picture in, but I was not patient and couldn't get it to work right. This is one I scanned in a more patient time. The candy bar he stole from Dad is almost bigger than he is. Such a cute little boy. So precious, the light of our lives. Always, Always moms big helper. <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQbvuG_29FFAxFCmhFDN8KCdtSTPgQNNgq22omeOsCVcZG3cCXRQvSNJMqik-_frkt3sQD8S7nufIk267Rnatb_Re7uOYPeXlDbPhCS4pgh1QQp5CYUHV_KT25CQkQ703nKRhAEP67wbU/s1600-h/Caleb1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376702743349660514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQbvuG_29FFAxFCmhFDN8KCdtSTPgQNNgq22omeOsCVcZG3cCXRQvSNJMqik-_frkt3sQD8S7nufIk267Rnatb_Re7uOYPeXlDbPhCS4pgh1QQp5CYUHV_KT25CQkQ703nKRhAEP67wbU/s320/Caleb1.jpg" border="0" /></a> It seems as if our baby days are coming to an end. It make me sad, and yet I look forward to my children growing up and becoming great adults. They are full of potential and goodness. I hope and pray every day that they won't need too much counsiling to undo my damage and reach their potential and dreams. I miss my babies...... I love my children and I hope for my grown children. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Meagonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856226443209925005noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482149955421651154.post-49254010319807989962009-07-24T14:12:00.000-07:002009-07-24T14:27:21.661-07:00The great OutdoorsI find it odd how these things got on backwards. Anyway, this is what we all looked like after all the other pictures were taken. These are from our Palmer family campout at Rockport. We love the trailer and are really enjoying the lake. We have been to pine veiw a couple of times, at to east canyon, and now to rock port. We are all ready to go again. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNIU5Lef3AyoD79g34vPMexZfq0HuxdxMdDoCLZWP8Ab5Mui7dzcGXWo1Zb1HQ9VnxfKJ2Nsp9m-pjbttBIAMl56B00izmxauSp7iz3I19L90w9UdToqKJH6ijBq8m0mwMYzq4jbX4GGY/s1600-h/100_2345.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362138272711368786" 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/AVvXsEhNIU5Lef3AyoD79g34vPMexZfq0HuxdxMdDoCLZWP8Ab5Mui7dzcGXWo1Zb1HQ9VnxfKJ2Nsp9m-pjbttBIAMl56B00izmxauSp7iz3I19L90w9UdToqKJH6ijBq8m0mwMYzq4jbX4GGY/s320/100_2345.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>If you look, close that is Annie and I on the jet ski. She kept begging for another "ide". It was so nice that all the kids had life jackets and just played and played. Very relaxing. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhscLjg-iXfl93dZzA4s69hi2l6coryiV4rzDDPzZmCZ1IzAyUcmmMOX3R5wjwqNvIVUhq3v6hMiARj0EzTv90ombaMgI7ImG5x5p8gl2EmeqHa6bboj9-ZCldj6c_8igrnS7Co6ZLqp1Q/s1600-h/100_2347.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362138266501790930" 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/AVvXsEhscLjg-iXfl93dZzA4s69hi2l6coryiV4rzDDPzZmCZ1IzAyUcmmMOX3R5wjwqNvIVUhq3v6hMiARj0EzTv90ombaMgI7ImG5x5p8gl2EmeqHa6bboj9-ZCldj6c_8igrnS7Co6ZLqp1Q/s320/100_2347.JPG" border="0" /></a> Trever would swim and get cold, then lay out on his black tube and warm up.... over and over and over. <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM65QTwPhOTdawkXVc-_ME-u-35x-7hbaiDojNHkX4PIidsPQI5FH8SUtb_caZjwBxE9hyphenhyphenBCLgueKpq3B-GnvP4Ofidfl677mAsV3o-nsLG8mPUe_Hk_I-n-7CqJrsSQqZ1TQZXojZD1s/s1600-h/100_2344.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362138259977518498" 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/AVvXsEjM65QTwPhOTdawkXVc-_ME-u-35x-7hbaiDojNHkX4PIidsPQI5FH8SUtb_caZjwBxE9hyphenhyphenBCLgueKpq3B-GnvP4Ofidfl677mAsV3o-nsLG8mPUe_Hk_I-n-7CqJrsSQqZ1TQZXojZD1s/s320/100_2344.JPG" border="0" /></a> Joseph was amazing this year. Last year he would barely get his toes wet without crying. This year it was NO FEAR! He was rarely out of the water. So so so much fun. When I wasn't on a jest ski, I was relaxin on the beach. I did get to go for one wild tube ride and I made it up on skis. I was feeling like an old lady, but after my short trip on skis and my many jet ski trips, I feel much better about myself. What fun summer this is. <br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBf-7H956-3_sCLbdPngtj3j-sR8yeEXmiOLAkXxmH9O8zH9LGurknNPYg-olKXij197KSBMHMAmvTOtapMDjkS9E56q0xz4zwJUaQGfiPH6nov7L2EBiwVYK9eGHaFEuVJ6oobkVqUts/s1600-h/100_2339.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362138251557876306" 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/AVvXsEiBf-7H956-3_sCLbdPngtj3j-sR8yeEXmiOLAkXxmH9O8zH9LGurknNPYg-olKXij197KSBMHMAmvTOtapMDjkS9E56q0xz4zwJUaQGfiPH6nov7L2EBiwVYK9eGHaFEuVJ6oobkVqUts/s320/100_2339.JPG" border="0" /></a> I am scared to get my camera ruined so I don't have much pictures. Caleb will ride the jet ski with me, but his favorite was to tube behind the boat. He didn't want to at first, but I was mean and made him go. It only took a few minutes at the right speed...(fast enough to get on top of the water) and he was a believer. I wish I had a pic of him tubing, but I didn't take my camera on the boat. I was working the ropes, being the flag person, and holding Annie... didn't really have a hand to spare anyway. Thanks to the Mertens for sharing their boat and the Palmers for sharing their jet skis. Give us a few years to save up some moolah and we are ready to get a three seater jet ski. <br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Meagonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856226443209925005noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482149955421651154.post-89220689959066958402009-06-30T14:50:00.000-07:002009-06-30T14:58:04.189-07:00LazerWell, it has been decided that the cat shall be called Lazer, for that is a manly name. It is getting fat, and frisky. So far it seems to know that if it goes for my legs or feet it will be given to Shadow as a play toy. So far the new has not worn off either. I still have to solve the fights over the cat several times a day. Jason however loves the cat, and even though I keep threatening, it appears that the cat is staying. Four kids, two fish, a dog and a cat. The house is full. I keep thinking "I need to enjoy the full house because it won't be full forever." Some days it is easier than others. The summer seems to be flying by. It has finally warmed up here and today was a great summer day. We slept late, lounged around this morning. After lunch, we ate Ice cream cones at the park. Now Annie is down for a nap, and the boys are jumping on the trampoline while taking turns spraying it down with water. I hope you all are enjoying the fleeting days of summer.Meagonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856226443209925005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482149955421651154.post-83634170324039775082009-06-20T10:06:00.001-07:002009-06-20T10:41:23.469-07:00Goings onCaleb was riding his bike with his cousin and they found this kitten by the road. It was pretty gross looking and very scared. So they took it to my in laws house. There my wonderful sister i law and friend bathed it and cleaned out its nose and ears, and then she promptly put it in a kennel and brought it to my house. I know, she is so sweet. Anyway, I was holding it for just a minute thinking about it and Trever comes up. He sees the kitten, holds it for a second, and then hugs me saying " OH Mom, thank you thank you. I have been praying and praying for a cat. Now Heavenly Father answered my prayer. Thank you for getting me a cat. " There were almost tears in his eyes. So after Jason got the story and looked at the kitten, Trever and Dad promptly set out to get food, and litter. Have I mentioned my feelings on cats. ..... It is cute, and Trever seems to want to call him snowball. I guess I can go with SB for short. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiW38XL_FiEbWnpnArPyG40WWhEqeNb5ra-wS5NtV99vsu_CumYJ2LGzqACCMxSpqjeLfHa0X0n5SGuGkFC5-oy-KZ6mqEdpf_nZEr0WNtofVT-LQ9u9svQCxkztfBDWw8mAQoSULHqT4/s1600-h/100_2334.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349459147759839890" 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/AVvXsEhiW38XL_FiEbWnpnArPyG40WWhEqeNb5ra-wS5NtV99vsu_CumYJ2LGzqACCMxSpqjeLfHa0X0n5SGuGkFC5-oy-KZ6mqEdpf_nZEr0WNtofVT-LQ9u9svQCxkztfBDWw8mAQoSULHqT4/s320/100_2334.JPG" border="0" /></a> This picture is hard to see, but I had to post a picture of all the rain. No matter where we go, or what we have planned, we seem to get thunder showers to go with it. We were at the dinosaur park and the kids were playing in the sand on the play ground equipment when this cloud burst came. They were all very wet, and sandy, but it provided a great time for all. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDslpzwCEiUZRBRPqN_x4awwYxkEQ0zdEr51KlLG5yX27kbEQtR_j0LpHVxj0I8cxInqHYVojBwvfkm7eFzzAakoDhD_vuYaqvj1_NkHzaNkjTPFiHdKGSWFm7ESMcU2aAtUf4cL7w0nY/s1600-h/100_2330.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349459138992853666" 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/AVvXsEjDslpzwCEiUZRBRPqN_x4awwYxkEQ0zdEr51KlLG5yX27kbEQtR_j0LpHVxj0I8cxInqHYVojBwvfkm7eFzzAakoDhD_vuYaqvj1_NkHzaNkjTPFiHdKGSWFm7ESMcU2aAtUf4cL7w0nY/s320/100_2330.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Here is Annie and mom under the awning trying to stay dry while all the kids were having a great time in the rain. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5kDqNyreSer_VG1m8BqVR9ddJ8JYmIvsB9uj_xdhjRK_KmyZpXTJVI9jRAZGIoYyfJBRQZ74ncFdVeD460r2WpRD2zmt9dY_My9Qhfszk7cUz0iRRTzK8tFWSLjhfCNpxuPWA5WpnX40/s1600-h/100_2327.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349459135603312626" 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/AVvXsEj5kDqNyreSer_VG1m8BqVR9ddJ8JYmIvsB9uj_xdhjRK_KmyZpXTJVI9jRAZGIoYyfJBRQZ74ncFdVeD460r2WpRD2zmt9dY_My9Qhfszk7cUz0iRRTzK8tFWSLjhfCNpxuPWA5WpnX40/s320/100_2327.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>We are all having a great time with lots of cousins this summer. The days stay busy and we are getting excited to go camping again. I will try to post more pics soon. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGWXvyEGMIepw8v5v9Zonc5hSj0Ufkz4-jMGSFl5NUU69cTUB1V0jw5GMRvRNOywGGaU4Uv71jz9BZ5NLOG3iSVyqznby6X2Dn6BLhBBWsCsgpw2EjpF9AuHJ3Zu4HelWD_h_39SI2UYs/s1600-h/100_2313.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349459125274394130" 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/AVvXsEiGWXvyEGMIepw8v5v9Zonc5hSj0Ufkz4-jMGSFl5NUU69cTUB1V0jw5GMRvRNOywGGaU4Uv71jz9BZ5NLOG3iSVyqznby6X2Dn6BLhBBWsCsgpw2EjpF9AuHJ3Zu4HelWD_h_39SI2UYs/s320/100_2313.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Meagonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856226443209925005noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482149955421651154.post-59729259320763420712009-04-06T10:20:00.000-07:002009-04-06T11:04:38.585-07:00Fun Weekend<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEwn-CwU0zZ7DEqzsxS6nj1BdkJUvR4X2gxKGcef0niEMaboQKIkjKA9_xWGB0xIQrGyT5IFPX_fbSwb6HR6SRD35YlZHd_h2I52T-PXFemhgD5NQzfk9XB0BHYcpLy_97EbKUr9IaK48/s1600-h/IMG_0211.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321633277063211506" 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/AVvXsEjEwn-CwU0zZ7DEqzsxS6nj1BdkJUvR4X2gxKGcef0niEMaboQKIkjKA9_xWGB0xIQrGyT5IFPX_fbSwb6HR6SRD35YlZHd_h2I52T-PXFemhgD5NQzfk9XB0BHYcpLy_97EbKUr9IaK48/s320/IMG_0211.JPG" border="0" /></a> We had such a fun weekend in Twin Falls. Caleb went shooting for the first time, and loved it. I tried to get more pictures uploaded, but the computer and I aren't getting along. Uncle Pat and Grandpa taught Caleb about gun safety and the he shot two different .22 pistols, and a rifle. I even got to shoot and it was a blast. Caleb is not the only one who wants a gun. : ) We had alot of fun with April, Ashlyn and Collin, Brent, Amber, Carter and Brooklynn, Pat and Jan, and Terry, Ana, Michaela, Andrea, Tiana, and Steven. The weekend went by fast, but we all had fun. We sure missed Jenny and Dan and the kids. <br />Thanks Mom and Dad for letting us all overrun your house. Thanks Mom for watching the kids while we went shooting. Trever and Joseph absolutely loved being with you at the fish pond. I will try to post more when my computer isn't acting retarded. <br /><div></div>Meagonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856226443209925005noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482149955421651154.post-91205181173017046962009-03-20T09:57:00.000-07:002009-03-20T10:11:52.077-07:00Welcome home PatOk, so I know I haven't seen you yet, but I know you finally made it and I am so glad. I have read about how arduous the journey out of hell can be <a href="http://afghanistanshrugged.com/2009/02/09/the-land-that-war-forgot.aspx">http://afghanistanshrugged.com/2009/02/09/the-land-that-war-forgot.aspx</a> and I am just so glad your home now. We can't wait to come to Idaho for a visit. <br /><br />I know that this isn't my normal thing, but I have heard about Osama's ideas on Vets and insurance. I am deeply disturbed and ashamed that our country could even entertain such and idea. If you don't know what I am talking about go to <a href="http://afghanistanshrugged.com/2009/03/18/for-wounds-suffered-purple-heart-and-a-bill.aspx">http://afghanistanshrugged.com/2009/03/18/for-wounds-suffered-purple-heart-and-a-bill.aspx</a> . I actually heard about this on the news before I read this on the blog. I will be contacting my goverment officials to let them know that it is not ok to do anything but bluntly reject anything like this ever. <br /><br />I don't consider myself especially involved in politics, but this is outrageous. I have a deep respect and appreciation for those who put themselves in harms way for our benifit. I have the same respect for their families who sacrifice, and risk so much. <br /><br />Anyway, I hope that in our efforts to get out of this cruddy economy, we do not loose all that is right and good. Can't wait to see you April, and Pat. Miss you all.Meagonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856226443209925005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482149955421651154.post-45419543698461376522009-02-25T19:54:00.000-08:002009-02-25T20:14:05.553-08:00Out of ControlDo any of you ever feel like your life is spinning out of control? Every where I look there is a stack of stuff to put somewhere else, or something to clean, or something to paint. Every day there is a list of errends to be run, kids to feed and keep track of and homework to be done. And there are the bigger things that come up, like taxes, and painting, and new cars and getting ready for this or that. It just feels like I am running and don't seem to be finding the finish line. <br />Caleb had his scout blue and gold banquet tonight. It is almost May, and he still has so much to work on for scouts. I can barely keep him caught up on his homework, doing his chores, daily reading, school projects, practicing math and spelling, piano, playing with the dog, and finding time to be a kid, let alone scout projects that aren't getting done during scouts that I faithfully take him to on Wed. nights. I am told it only gets worse as the homework increases. If that is true, I am in trouble.<br />I swear my kids need more sleep. (at least the two younger ones) They are grouchy, and whiney, and not really very nice to each other sometimes, but do you think I can get them to even stay in bed at night, much less go to sleep at the designated time of 8 pm. It is a battle I am loosing. <br />Jason is sick again. Its a cold that seems to be going around. But I can never get myself to not worry when he gets sick. <br />I am so sick and freaking tired of hearing about the crappy economy. I have done what I can to be prepared, and we really are in a pretty good spot, so I am done with the news for a while. <br />After two very late nights, the apartment side of the basement is painted. (except the baseboards and moulding(sp)). I guess that is the real problem, I am tired. It is cold, or at least I have been cold all winter, and it is very grey outside. I need a sunny beach and some R and R. <br />I am sure tomorrow will be a better day. <br />I hope you all are feeling in control and well rested.Meagonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856226443209925005noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482149955421651154.post-82959515126154747962009-01-21T20:04:00.000-08:002009-01-21T20:17:09.107-08:00Catching upI have'nt put any new pictures on this computer, but I thought I would write an update anyway. Things here are plugging along. We have been struggling with colds/sinus infections for a while now. It just seems to keep circling through. I am proud to say that so far I have been doing well with my new goals. I have part of the basement preped and ready to paint. I plan on starting with my sewing room on Monday. <br />Jason is doing well at work. He gets to work out 2 times a week during work and gets paid for it, so he is still maintaining strength and improving his health. Being the membership clerk is frustrating, but he does his best to keep up. <br />Caleb is doing well at school. They are getting ready for the Utah program next week. He got to watch the inaguration of our new president on Tuesday and thought that was pretty neat. He is growing up so fast. He is working hard in scouts. <br />Trever is such a smarty pants. He is well on his way to reading. He does really well in school. He still has his challenges, but don't we all. He is a great helper with Caleb's dog. He absolutely loves the x box, and gameboys. It is a challenge to limit his time on them. <br />Joseph is doing well in preschool. We are all so glad he is potty trained now, and doing so well with it. He still likes to be momma's baby sometimes, so I get lots of hugs and wet kisses. (that kid has trouble keeping his tongue in his mouth and swallowing his spit) EWWWwwwww how sweet. : ) <br />We are all feeling a little sad to not have a baby in the house. We all miss Kamden and Cami. We hope to get a little girl soon. Keep praying for us. <br />Well, I guess that about covers the main points right now. Hope you all are doing well, and that warmer weather is coming soon.Meagonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856226443209925005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482149955421651154.post-1243329548421589952009-01-02T08:46:00.000-08:002009-01-02T09:08:08.204-08:00New YearOk, I have never been really big on New year resolutions... I have no follow through. I was feeling a little stagnant yesterday so I wrote down a few things I want to accomplish this year. Maybe you all can come help. <br />I am going to paint the entire basement (apt side and all). The celing needs done upstairs, but I just don't think I have it in me, not even just to write it down. You all know how decorating challenged I am so I need ideas on color. I am also going to use my new surger to sew curtains for the entire basement (4 lg windows). Again color suggestions will be welcome. Trever needs a big person sized quilt for his bed. The baby ones just aren't following his body as he rolls in the big bed. <br />So I have several sewing projects to do. I also make hooded towels now, and I want to try to sell them this year. Those of you who I have made towels for your kids, if people admire them, tell them where they can buy them for a decent price. <br />The boys are getting older and just don't need my constant attention like they used to so I want to be productive this year. We were thinking of hiring someone to do the painting, but we decided to save the money and try to get a new truck and a camping trailer this year. We would love to take a big vacation each year but with Jason's health it is sometimes hard to rack up enough hours to get away. We can however take more advantage of his every other friday off and take small camping trips with the kids. So that is the goal. Have more fun this year and less serious, never go anywhere work. We'll see what happens. <br />I always say I want to be more healthy, but I really really need to loose some weight. So I am starting out small. For the first three months this year my goals are to only drink diet when I have a soda. (Diet Mt. dew isn't too bad.) Walk the dog at least 5 nights a week. And continue my endevors to have balanced, somewhat healthy meals. After a couple of months I will try to add a few more goals. I do want to be successful and I know if I try to go too fast I will just bag the whole thing. <br />So I will keep pleanty of paint brushes on hand for you all. : ) And I anxiously look forward to hearing some good color suggestions. <br />Happy new year everyone. Let me know your goals this year.Meagonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856226443209925005noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482149955421651154.post-32377184601117843012008-12-19T08:10:00.000-08:002008-12-19T08:16:34.063-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbQnHYsU4AuwGO7TvfV4zfYapWx0pIGgZRLw07L2wiBAp9VrLprTUylTtpNGz9sr_j9yboHtbINtarrOKt9sDoBeQWls3SYV667IvWv3EkGTjgjK7KJx_f-eyFFpAP9L3Phy9FB4ma8os/s1600-h/100_2072.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281535080235786322" 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/AVvXsEhbQnHYsU4AuwGO7TvfV4zfYapWx0pIGgZRLw07L2wiBAp9VrLprTUylTtpNGz9sr_j9yboHtbINtarrOKt9sDoBeQWls3SYV667IvWv3EkGTjgjK7KJx_f-eyFFpAP9L3Phy9FB4ma8os/s320/100_2072.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0UUeJZZcPK1MJ6slasJGFjP6wXkVy3kVQSVi2i2YZZlIt1YMoKBNfxNTsWGKbZRSPIO6LVJRy7__3RDGwnrB1q8E7AFMsJ-ltVHNJ9DkqYxX1jYwyxtKynqO8gtdSGC3shNArJVViYJI/s1600-h/100_2071.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281535077346284210" 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/AVvXsEi0UUeJZZcPK1MJ6slasJGFjP6wXkVy3kVQSVi2i2YZZlIt1YMoKBNfxNTsWGKbZRSPIO6LVJRy7__3RDGwnrB1q8E7AFMsJ-ltVHNJ9DkqYxX1jYwyxtKynqO8gtdSGC3shNArJVViYJI/s320/100_2071.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi41JrjEFChdDS8YWAkbgraYcEVqlODmIzMRSCnS41UuzA3fUeQxNLhCEu9jG2Q8KtZThZmYm7DmFphfzivVwQxYikV1qSHti7imBCbvGCfofNrQ2599yHwjTfyALYUUh3ohm-EQVngYgQ/s1600-h/100_2074.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281535066379085042" 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/AVvXsEi41JrjEFChdDS8YWAkbgraYcEVqlODmIzMRSCnS41UuzA3fUeQxNLhCEu9jG2Q8KtZThZmYm7DmFphfzivVwQxYikV1qSHti7imBCbvGCfofNrQ2599yHwjTfyALYUUh3ohm-EQVngYgQ/s320/100_2074.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh81swXlrpfcfDqfokmhlAEeEiZ8FH-4yTIjQ1zEBFA_o_fXwxxML245H0tmSv99-6GOmLX5Bq5jBbqmcNIRF9cMFRAzUzKrQTfdpJVhBFyX6_fFBDyNj-ZDJIbnRvM82JkgCrzSSV3JuU/s1600-h/100_2065.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281535058783325090" 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/AVvXsEh81swXlrpfcfDqfokmhlAEeEiZ8FH-4yTIjQ1zEBFA_o_fXwxxML245H0tmSv99-6GOmLX5Bq5jBbqmcNIRF9cMFRAzUzKrQTfdpJVhBFyX6_fFBDyNj-ZDJIbnRvM82JkgCrzSSV3JuU/s320/100_2065.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Just a quick note. These were taken at the Jump to it place in Twin Falls. We had such fun there, playing with cousins. We were so glad that Andrew and Alyssa got to join us. Anyway, I just wanted to put up these pics for everyone. Happy kids is always good to see.<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Meagonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06856226443209925005noreply@blogger.com2