tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43773230240095081782024-02-07T18:43:06.276-07:00Cole & DeniseAddy & Linc & Lyn LynCole & Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08364980490563457017noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377323024009508178.post-80837954468187142942013-03-24T20:09:00.000-07:002013-03-24T20:09:06.585-07:00How do you spend Spring Break?<div style="text-align: center;">
The Perkins take an over night trip just to entertain the kids............</div>
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in the SNOW!!!</div>
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That's right, snow in the middle of March just at the beginning of our Spring Break!</div>
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My parents and the Merrill's had already planned on going to the cabin for a the weekend, so we decided to make a quick trip and join in the fun.</div>
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We left Friday night right after getting off work and chanced the weather as it had been raining and snowing all day. Luckily we left between the storms and had clear skies the entire way. But the damage was already done!</div>
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We witnessed and passed many cars that had spun out of control and plowed into the snow banks on the side of the road. The scariest sight was watching the car behind us drive into on coming traffic with out realizing it, swerving once he saw his mistake and hitting the snow banks on both sides of the road due to ice.</div>
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Both Cole and I were thankful that we made it to our destination with no problems.</div>
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We woke the next morning to snow covered cars and a group of 7 kids under the age of 9 anxious to get out and play. So immediately following breakfast, they all suited up and ran out the door.</div>
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Our stubborn Addison refused to put on snow boots and quickly learned her lesson when she came inside with pants soaked up to her knees. Before going sledding we convinced her that snow boots were a much better choice to keep her from freezing.</div>
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We all loaded up in the cars and drove to sledding spot Cole and Sean had scouted out earlier that morning. The kids....and adults had a BLAST!</div>
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Little Lynden going down all by herself!</div>
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Addison....I think her face explains it all.</div>
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Sean and baby Troy, who if you've ever seen The Christmas Story was wrapped up just as much!</div>
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I do believe Christine had Troy dressed in 7 different layers to make sure he stayed warm. That kid could barely walk.</div>
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Tatum taking a turn on the tube.</div>
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We even got Grandma and Grandpa Hastings to take turns with the kids. Grandma with Lynden and Grandpa with Dusty.</div>
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Grandma made in down a couple times with the kids, but Grandpa and Dusty wiped out about half way down. Grandpa decided that was enough for the day :)</div>
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Cole decided to take the more dangerous route by dodging all the rocks on a steeper hill.</div>
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We even managed to get Toby to take a ride with Lincoln. He decided to bail only 2 seconds into the ride and finished it out just running beside the sled.</div>
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Garrett learned that if you lay flat on your back you can go much faster and farther. </div>
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In the end it was hard to tell who had more fun...the kids or the adults. It amazing how just a little snow and a sled can bring out the kid in us no matter how old you are. </div>
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We returned to the cabin to warm up and eat some lunch before sending the kids back outside to have more fun. The adults visited and began working on dinner. My brother Galen and 2 of his kids came to visit and join us for dinner. Games were played and good times were had in the company of friends and family. Our trip was quickly coming to a close due to Cole having to be at work the next morning. We packed up the car with our things and worn out kids. Said our good-byes and were on the road to drive home in the dark. </div>
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Sleeping kids and a dog in the back gave Cole and I plenty of time to enjoy each others company and have some nice conversations with out interruption. </div>
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How I miss getting to spend time with my wonderful husband! We don't see much of each other now that we work opposite shifts to off set the cost of daycare. I have learned to cherish every waking minute that I get to spend with the one I love.</div>
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I am so grateful that we chose to take this quick trip up north! Oh how we all needed the break away from home and the stress of everyday life. </div>
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Cole & Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08364980490563457017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377323024009508178.post-45580233020049132502012-12-04T14:37:00.000-07:002012-12-04T14:37:45.606-07:00Halloween Pictures<div style="text-align: center;">
I finally uploaded all the pictures on my camera, which included Halloween. So here are my monsters all dressed and ready to go!</div>
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For some strange reason I decided that I wanted to try and be super mom by making the kids costumes this year.......</div>
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I haven't sewn anything for more than 12 years! But hey I'm a mom.....that means I can do anything right? They turned out perfect......or at least that's what the kids told me. </div>
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No harm/ No fowl.</div>
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I don't mind too much since they are now being used almost daily for dress up.</div>
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I remember as a kid pulling out the costume box at home and finding great adventures inside.</div>
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We spent Halloween at a friends block party, where we saw more kids in one night that I think I have in my entire lifetime, including all my years that the Pediatric Dental office. The stream of kids was never ending!</div>
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Fun times were had and buckets were filled with candy!</div>
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Cole & Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08364980490563457017noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377323024009508178.post-1857203747464829162012-10-25T09:54:00.001-07:002012-10-25T09:54:38.957-07:00Who Gave Them Guns?!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Who was behind this picture??? I can't believe that a knowing adult would give that many children under 4 feet tall guns! </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">This event took place over 4th of July weekend and I was able to get these wonderful pictures off of Cole's phone. He, along with Sean and my dad, took all the kids out for some target practice.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">As you can probably tell, the guns most of them used were bigger than they were!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The kids had a blast and loved every minute!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Lincoln proudly displays the cup he shot to bits!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Everyone pitching in to help clean up the mess they made. Grandpa did a great job teaching them gun safety and reminding them to always pickup what you brought in and any shells that may be found on the ground.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Thanks Dad for sharing this fun experience with my kids! They loved it and talk about going shooting with you again. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Some of my best memories as a kid were waking up early in the morning to go shooting with my dad. I hope that my children realize what a privilege it is to have a Grandpa willing and able to teach them a skill that he knowingly perfected in the Army National Guard.</span></div>
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Cole & Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08364980490563457017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377323024009508178.post-69779687095496131992012-09-19T11:42:00.000-07:002012-09-19T11:42:05.927-07:00Much Needed Catch UpI went through the camera the other night to look at what pictures Cole took at Addison's birthday and realized I haven't posted anything on what we have been doing over the past few months! So here is my attempt at playing catch up! Sorry for the incredibly long post!<br />
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Lincoln turned 4 and just had to have a monster truck party! That is all this boy ever talks about. Any truck that is bigger than normal on the road gets classified as one and then he talks non-stop about it for the rest of the day. He truely is a BOY!<br />
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A few days after his birthday was the 4th of July so of course that was spent up north in the cool pines at my parents cabin with cousins. We love having the freedom to escape from the heat in the middle of the summer to enjoy the cool air and daily rain showers. We've missed out on this the last couple of years due to Cole's work schedule, but we found time this year and it was definitely worth it.<br />
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No 4th of July celebration is complete without a parade. The kids loved it and we are already making plans to sit in the Wet Zone next year so that we can get sprayed with water by the firetrucks and all the floats.<br />
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Look at those parade watchers! Aren't they so cute?! Thanks Christine and Sean for actually posing for the picture:)</div>
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No parade would be complete without some classic cars. These were Cole's favorites of course.</div>
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Some how Lynden convinced Grandma to feed her a popsicle! This girl can get anyone to give in to her just by looking at them!</div>
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Loud motorcycles cause for the need for ear plugs for everyone except cute baby Troy. This kid has to be the cutest. Just love him!!!</div>
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Addison started 1st grade this year and we were looking forward to her being in school all day. She loves school and needs the structure and challenge that it brings. Her new favorite thing is actually getting to eat lunch at school this year. The only problem being that she's too much of a social butterfly that she often runs out of time to actually eat her lunch. Needless to say we are working on time management with her:)</div>
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Lincoln was able to get placed in the Preschool program offered through our District. He attends class 4 days a week and loves his teacher Miss Jenny. He always has exciting things to share the rest of the day to anyone who is willing to listen. We are hoping that with the Speech Therapist in his class twice a week that his speech will improve so that everyone can understand him a little better.<br />
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Well, I think that pretty much sums up the last few months at our house. Cole and I have been busy with work and just keeping up with life. That seems to fills our days before we even have time to make any plans. Weekends are spent playing catch up on quiet time and being a family. Can't wait for the Holidays and everything in between!</div>
Cole & Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08364980490563457017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377323024009508178.post-34807511692874846892012-07-18T12:08:00.000-07:002012-07-18T12:10:57.356-07:00Beautiful San DiegoIt's always nice to go on vacation when someone else pays for it!!! So that's exactly what Cole and I did....without kids....even better!<br />
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The wonderful Dentists that I work for planned a trip for the staff members of both offices to go to the Pediatric Dental Convention in San Diego. Each employee was given a stipend to use on their expenses for travel, lodging and food. I chose to use some of the money to bring Cole along with me. We decided to fly since Cole couldn't get any time off work and we would only be there for 2 1/2 days. After all was said and done we only had to pay for our food expense while we were there. It was AWESOME and a much needed break!<br />
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To make it qualify as a work expense we all had to attend at least one class at the convention. So we did it together the first morning of the trip. Here are only half of the crazy group of people that I work with. The other half didn't join us for the fun.<br />
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After our morning of listening to speakers and walking around 100's of vendors booths we were free to spend the weekend doing whatever we wanted! <br />
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So Cole and I went here:<br />
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This place was featured on Triple D aka Diner's, Drive in's, and Dive's. Cole's favorite show on the Food Network. I'm pretty sure his life goal is to someday own a restaurant that makes it on this show.<br />
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Then we headed up the coast to soak in all the fresh sea air we could find. We ended up here for about 2 hours!<br />
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This is La Jolla Cove. The Sea Lions come right up onto the beach to sun bathe for hours. What a Life!!<br />
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It was really windy while we were there and cold for us Arizonians that are used to 100 degree weather, but one of us thought it would be fun to see how close we could get to the water...<br />
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We ended our day with a ride on the old Bellemont wooden roller coast, which was fun and jarring. I think we all needed to see the chiropractor after that ride.<br />
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What a perfect way to end our trip! We didn't have time to do a session like we had hoped, but enjoyed being on the grounds to take in the beautiful view.<br />
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Overall, it was a fast, relaxing trip that we both loved and needed. We missed the kids tons and saw lots of things they would have enjoyed, but it was nice to spend time together as just husband and wife....and not mom and dad:)Cole & Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08364980490563457017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377323024009508178.post-54761112133892885412012-07-10T11:24:00.000-07:002012-07-10T11:24:24.798-07:00Kindergarten Promotion<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I know that now summer is half way over, but I finally have a few minutes to sit down and share the pictures of Addison's Kindergarten Promotion. This is a BIG event for her school. They have the kids practicing for about a month and then have the performance at the Queen Creek Preforming Arts Center. It was alot of fun to see all the kids sitting up on stage trying their hardest to stay calm and not play with their friends.<br />
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All four Kindergarten class preformed songs to Mr. Rogers Neighborhood. It was really funny to watch them try a hand at acting and know when to be on que :)<br />
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Grandma was even able to get a picture of Addison with her teacher Mrs. Laidley. She did a great job working with Addison this 1st year of school and we came to know each other quite well. I think it was a learning experience for all of us.<br />
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Addison with her friend Briton. They were the two smarties of the class that Mrs. Laidley had to continually send home extra work for since they finished every else in 5 minutes.<br />
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Addison loved her 1st year of school and is anxiously waiting for school to start again! I've never met a child who has a count down to school starting, but Addison asks me everyday just how much closer it is until she goes back. She will be attending a new school this year closer to home and is extremely excited that she will now be able to walk or ride her bike everyday.<br />
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Our poor little Lincoln has suffered with sleep apnea since birth. Which has meant many sleepless nights and wandering the house while everyone else was sleeping. Cole and I have just come accustomed to his extremely loud snoring and finding things moved around the house when we got up the next morning. Sometimes it even looked like someone had a party in his room in the middle of the night. He always had dark circles under his eyes and could pass out anywhere if he sat still for more than 5 minutes. That meant any trip in the car, whether in town or just to the grocery store, was a scheduled nap for him.<br />
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His pediatrician told us that it was caused by his enlarged tonsils and that with normal growth he should grow out of it. We were told to just keep checking back to see if there was any improvement since we was so young the doctor figured the rest of his body would just catch up with his tonsils. We continued to check his throat over the next year and noticed that it was only getting worse. His tonsils had completely closed off the back of his throat. They were now kissing as the doctor explained it. He was forced to breathe with his mouth open and had a hard time swallowing anything. It was also starting to affect his speech. We met with his doctor again and were sent to ENT now that he was 3 years old. The pediatrician informed us that they prefer not to do surgery on children that are younger and that was the main reason he was making us wait.<br />
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After waiting 2 1/2 years and 6 weeks to actually get in to see the Pediatric ENT, we were finally seeing a light at the end of the tunnel. The ENT took one look at Lincoln and scheduled surgery. He even asked us why we waited to so long to bring him in. We explained that due to his age we were instructed to wait until he was 3 or older. The ENT told us that in extreme cases like Lincoln's surgery can be done at any age, but it would mean he would have to be admitted into the hospital and monitored for complications. Good to know for the future, bad to know that Lincoln's been suffering longer than necessary.<br />
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So at the end of April Lincoln finally got the help that he most desperately needed. He had his tonsils and adenoids removed and tubes placed in each ear. He officially came out a talking robot! The actual surgery lasted about 20 minutes and he was ready to move to post-op before Cole even made it to the surgery center. This boy is such a trooper! He never even cried or complained once. All he wanted to do was sleep and eat. We were told to give him soft cold foods for the first couple of days, but Lincoln was not ok with that. He wanted real food. Only 3 hours after being released to go home he ate an entire bowl of oatmeal and for dinner that night he had a chicken leg. That boy never looked back after that. He was eating normal food from that point on. He never wanted a popsicle or a frozen go-gurt or ice cream. He wanted chips or crackers or anything else that you would think might hurt his throat. He even refused to take the pain meds that the doctor gave us. We were in complete shock with how well he recovered. <br />
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His snoring was gone immediately. Even now I have to go in his room to check and see if he's actually asleep because I can no longer hear him snoring over the TV. As for his nightly parties....they still happen on occasion, but are less frequent. After 3 years of having them I'm sure it's hard to get out of the habit. Most nights he does actually sleep through the night with no interruptions. His health has improved and his has been having a growth spurt every since. He's probably grown more than an inch and we are just waiting to see if he'll actually start putting on weight soon. Before surgery he only out weighed Lynden by 5 lbs. He is still working on improving his speech and we're hoping that Preschool next year will help him with the sounds he is missing. I got so used to the old way that he used to talk that now I even have a hard time understanding him sometimes.<br />
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We are so grateful that everything has turned out so well for Lincoln. It's fun to see just how much he has changed in only a few months and how much happier he is. We now get to see just how much personality our little boy has and how much he enjoys pestering his sisters! Cole & Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08364980490563457017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377323024009508178.post-56027092870237530892012-05-22T11:03:00.000-07:002012-05-22T11:03:23.339-07:00Happy Birthday to ME!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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For my birthday this year Cole thought it would be fun to go some where neither of us has gone. He did a great job of keeping it a secret, which if you know him is extremely hard to do. All I knew was that I had to be dressed and ready to go at 4:30 so that we could make our 6:30 reservation. I knew that we would be going with Christine and Sean, since Sean and I share a birthday. It was so much fun because Sean had no idea where we were going either. He was just given a map and told to drive. The map took us to Scottsdale so I knew we were definitely out of our element and we ended up in the Scottsdale Quarter. Which has to be the richest part of town in the valley! We made our way through all the fancy shops and arrived just in time at our destination....<span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-size: x-large;">iPic Theaters</span>!<br />
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This place had to be the fanciest movie theater that I've ever been too. It makes Harkins seem like a hole in the wall. I felt so out of place. The theater seats only about 50 people and everyone sits in recliners. Since Cole and my sister had made reservations we got <span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;">VIP</span> seating which meant bigger recliners and they would serve us dinner during the movie. We even got <span style="color: #741b47;">FREE</span> popcorn during the previews. This place rocks! It makes going to the movies a whole new experience. I don't think I'll ever want to go to any other theater besides this one! The only down side is that is can be pretty pricey, but for a special occasion it's definitely worth it.<br />
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We saw The Hunger Games, which I'm sure most of you know was an awesome movie, and afterwards took a drive through Oldtown Scottsdale. We finished the night by stopping for ice cream at the Sugar Bowl. I had so much fun. I loved my night out on the town. I love being able to share my birthday with Sean since that guarantee's that I'll probably get to spend my birthday with one of my best friends, my sister. I can't wait to see what the two of them will think up for next year! HINT HINT :)Cole & Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08364980490563457017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377323024009508178.post-70646854431230227072012-03-18T17:29:00.004-07:002012-03-18T17:46:36.296-07:00Do The 'CLAP' 'CLAP' Potty Dance<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUaocF45dZfAXpDMMLJpPqJkfDnQkr7sLi4dp4GhzzUzc4a2TUcJMgaUEZrn8wsyig4w2jgoRbmEZMP8HAxkquIJQU7K-6kXzahYSg4u3QeoqCw4WWLTnbrY93IFlTJ0n4tYLOjpTLpVah/s1600/DSC_4587+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 265px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721402329966681378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUaocF45dZfAXpDMMLJpPqJkfDnQkr7sLi4dp4GhzzUzc4a2TUcJMgaUEZrn8wsyig4w2jgoRbmEZMP8HAxkquIJQU7K-6kXzahYSg4u3QeoqCw4WWLTnbrY93IFlTJ0n4tYLOjpTLpVah/s400/DSC_4587+copy.jpg" /></a><br /><div>That's right .....our little <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" >Lynden</span> is doing the potty dance now! I can't tell you how excited I am! I knew she was getting there over 6 months ago when she decided to start going and sitting on the toilet by herself. Plus I haven't had to change a dirty stinky diaper since then. So after a week of persistence and patience she is <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">completely potty trained</span>. She's had no accidents in a week and can now tell me when she needs to go instead of me having to just take her every couple of hours. She is officially my youngest to catch on so quickly. She's not even 2 1/2 yet, but I can happily say <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" >Good Bye</span> to diapers! This is such a good feeling!</div>Cole & Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08364980490563457017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377323024009508178.post-51008885445003739432012-03-15T10:12:00.002-07:002012-03-15T10:33:44.611-07:00M.I.A.I would like to extend my deepest apologies for not posting in such a long time. But I'm happy to report that we are all still alive and well. I'm sad to say that time has gotten the better of us and our crazy schedules. Alot has taken place between now and my last post and I'm seeing now that there is NO way I'll have time to bring you up to date completely. So here's just a brief overview of events.....<br /><ul><li>Addison turned 6</li><li>Lynden turned 2</li><li>Vacation to see friends</li><li>Awards assembly for Addison...who is turning out to be just as smart as we thought she would be</li><li>Halloween</li><li>8 year Anniversary</li><li>Thanksgiving</li><li>Awards assembly #2</li><li>Christmas</li><li>Job change</li><li>Dunes Trip</li><li>New Years</li><li>Lots more working</li><li>Valentines Day</li><li>Awards assembly #3...that's right we're now hoping for a clean sweep of all four</li><li>Spring break</li></ul><p>Man that seems like a lot in just 6 months. No wonder I feel like I've had no time to rest! Throw church callings into the mix and it seems that my time is all used up. Time to catch my breathe and go on vacation! Now only if it were that easy. I'll try to post more often and add pictures as I go, but for now a quick update will have to do. </p>Cole & Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08364980490563457017noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377323024009508178.post-76459756676410605682011-09-05T14:43:00.003-07:002011-09-05T15:02:57.594-07:00Addison's First Day of Kindergarten<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHHjC38_GryHDTncVkdbpjwreDWQggy86QFebssuQ-RfRaiVwG6s6G5Q4jEtoufY246_k65CQcAdE7x4S2m4fzDoKJv-tq1XRCRFJT1tdgao3uPramc08kxuNvqNMpd_K5Yrycem3YUGjy/s1600/017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648999159482288082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHHjC38_GryHDTncVkdbpjwreDWQggy86QFebssuQ-RfRaiVwG6s6G5Q4jEtoufY246_k65CQcAdE7x4S2m4fzDoKJv-tq1XRCRFJT1tdgao3uPramc08kxuNvqNMpd_K5Yrycem3YUGjy/s400/017.JPG" /></a>All I can say is<span style="font-size:180%;">....."<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">What took this day SO long</span>?!"</span> <div>I know I should be sad to see her go, but if any of you know Addison then you know she's been ready for this day to come for over a year now. She is a smarty pants and I probably should have gotten her tested to start school last year since she'll be one of the oldest in her class, but I figured she needed that extra time to mature. She made us a count down calendar 2 weeks before school started and made sure she marked it off every morning when she got out of bed. Needless to say there were no tears from anyone that morning when she walked through the gate all by herself. Cole was lucky enough to get the day off work so he could be there with us. He couldn't believe that she didn't even look back once to make sure we were still there watching her. She is so independent. Sometimes it's a little much, but in this case it was perfect! </div><div><br /></div><div>She loves going to school everyday and hates the weekends since she doesn't get to see her friends from school. She is attending Jack Barnes Elementary which is in another neighborhood than ours, so none of the kids from school even go to church with us. This has been an adjustment for her, but she loves seeing the Hall kids and Mrs. Butler a friend of ours from church.</div><div><br /></div><div>She was so disappointed the first 2 weeks that there was no homework! What?! What kind of kid looks forward to homework? Addison....that's who! She is so excited everyday to come home and do her homework before starting anything else. I'm sure this will wear off shortly, but I'm definitely going to try and encourage it for as long as it will last. </div>Cole & Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08364980490563457017noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377323024009508178.post-78906898984102408622011-09-05T14:28:00.002-07:002011-09-05T14:43:12.420-07:00Happy 3rd Birthday Lincoln!Ok, so I know that these pictures are 2 months late now, but I figure it better late than never. I've been having problems with my computer not letting me upload my pictures. I finally got it fixed so that means it's time for a massive update to the blog.<br /><br />Lincoln turned 3 years old the weekend of 4th of July. Due to almost everyone being out of town for the holiday we decided to have his party the following weekend. Nothing big just a few friends and cousins. Of course the battery on my camera died in the middle of the party so I only got a few pictures of the festivities.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQPoJz1Fo-SBK8J4G2f1sktOSDQVahRuqSEXX5cKlyGjTtRIzlibVzdJdD5kaDaSZ6v-9R0cQFDjouyrKEZke54WCLg_JU2sS5c695yppFD7rRq0BkrQzX1HRZV81Aqjh-gBeQq5hzibjF/s1600/011.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648992214770584178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQPoJz1Fo-SBK8J4G2f1sktOSDQVahRuqSEXX5cKlyGjTtRIzlibVzdJdD5kaDaSZ6v-9R0cQFDjouyrKEZke54WCLg_JU2sS5c695yppFD7rRq0BkrQzX1HRZV81Aqjh-gBeQq5hzibjF/s400/011.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center">All his lout!</div><div align="left"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCFrfN1pTW3cxs7YGeKalYA123AUBRrceOFLuWdP1rMKShkR0W6udRVURLrYrCRECo-5MYMl7RMfV2vAf-kt2Y8Qv8MdKYMvJHv2_MSCxVZV9s9cZMqWNMJNFwLSQP-Xplm5bCiojsbA3b/s1600/014.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648992920898640178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCFrfN1pTW3cxs7YGeKalYA123AUBRrceOFLuWdP1rMKShkR0W6udRVURLrYrCRECo-5MYMl7RMfV2vAf-kt2Y8Qv8MdKYMvJHv2_MSCxVZV9s9cZMqWNMJNFwLSQP-Xplm5bCiojsbA3b/s400/014.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">I know I'm a cheater by just doing cupcakes, but it makes it SO much easier with all the kids. Plus I always seems to have less cake leftover, that we all know just gets thrown out anyways! :)</div>Cole & Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08364980490563457017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377323024009508178.post-6628710382599689372011-09-05T14:14:00.004-07:002011-09-05T14:28:10.553-07:00A boy and his truck<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWcgb1agwMH5_ZNMd-5jjICjTpQ2clczc8fTIrAKd2KUzXE_zPXlUVPzs2gy0mBGFWXGxCiwqgSl94YK15Li-BkUhJ_X0do4RXeFRSV74szdv-g3tqBViaKFsrK_1nN4qho6NOVFJonfJD/s1600/009.JPG"><font color="#000000"></font><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648987449840273282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWcgb1agwMH5_ZNMd-5jjICjTpQ2clczc8fTIrAKd2KUzXE_zPXlUVPzs2gy0mBGFWXGxCiwqgSl94YK15Li-BkUhJ_X0do4RXeFRSV74szdv-g3tqBViaKFsrK_1nN4qho6NOVFJonfJD/s400/009.JPG" /></a></div><div>Lincoln goes no where without his trucks! This was one of the only pictures taken at father and sons this year. Cole said every time he couldn't find Lincoln he would just go down to the creek and there he was with his trusty dump truck. Needless to say he fell into that creek and got soaking wet 3 times in one day, but that never stopped him from wanting to go back to throwing rocks in the water. Cole was in charge of cooking dinner for the ward, so Lincoln had lots of exploring time on his own. He is definitely a wanderer making his own trail where ever his little feet take him!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0BiT34ZmHUP2ATAtb7Sb6SBAwBlZSL8D_-q8pQtl98IJzCsak4R_vt7OPw_A8Y7Y_FJ2_R8A2sw-7DTKFFYrqz4la31KbKd5Az23hUhCl5bFE6xztP3lBj-OvXqNuETx_RsylHHOw9HR_/s1600/007.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648990036921731218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0BiT34ZmHUP2ATAtb7Sb6SBAwBlZSL8D_-q8pQtl98IJzCsak4R_vt7OPw_A8Y7Y_FJ2_R8A2sw-7DTKFFYrqz4la31KbKd5Az23hUhCl5bFE6xztP3lBj-OvXqNuETx_RsylHHOw9HR_/s400/007.JPG" /></a></div>Cole & Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08364980490563457017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377323024009508178.post-4336495635436664892011-07-20T12:27:00.002-07:002011-07-20T12:52:55.473-07:00Final Count Down<div><font style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" size="4">It's official I quit my job!! And the count down has begun.....6 days left!</font> <font size="4"><font size="5">YEAH</font> </font><br /><br /><font size="3">I actually quit back in May, but agreed to stay on and help train the new hire until the end of July. My hours have been cut way back for the last 2 months and it has been awesome! I only work from 2 - 6 Mon thru Thurs. The kids love having me home and I love being there with them. It has taken some getting used to since we were all so used to getting up and have to rush out the door to day care and work, so now our morning our much nicer. We have all had our ups and downs with the change, but I think this is all for the better. </font><br /><font size="3"></font><br /><font size="3">Also, my last week of work is Addison's first week of <font style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Kindergarten</font> so the timing couldn't have been better. I'm so glad that I'm the one that gets to take her to school everyday and pick her up to ask how her day was and help her with her homework. (No offense Amy I know you would have been <font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">WONDERFUL</font> at doing this for me, but I just felt like I should be doing it since I'm her mom.) Being home more with the kids has really made me see how much I have missed by having to work outside of the home for the past 6 years. I am so grateful that my friend Amy and my husband gave me the final push to stop working. I couldn't have done it without all their support. </font><br /><br />To tell the truth....I've been looking forward to these last weeks since I gave my notice in May. Time has just not gone by fast enough. I will miss my job and of course my boss. He has to be the BEST person to work for. It's hard to leave a place that you've been at for so long, but I know that this decision is the best for me and my family. I look forward to all the time and adventures that I get to spend with them every minute of everyday.<br /><br />So here's to the future and all the fun and excitement that it might bring!</div>Cole & Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08364980490563457017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377323024009508178.post-51626698202912435842011-07-02T00:43:00.005-07:002011-07-02T01:22:13.608-07:00The Little Things........<div><div>Do you ever feel like you just can't keep up? Life is so crazy! Everyone is SO busy. The days are just to short for the long list that's left to finish.....breakfast, laundry, snacks, lunch, cleaning the bathroom, vacuuming, going to the store, going to work, naps, snacks, coming home from work, dinner, picking up toys, baths, books, finally bed! <font size="5"><font color="#ff0000">WAIT...STOP!!!!</font> </font>Just slow down and take a look at the wonderful things going on around you. The gentle good morning given by a 20 month old. The snuggle under the covers of a 3 year old who manage to sneak into your bed in the middle of the night un-noticed. The quite, but sincere 'Thank You's' spoken as you make every meal. The soft touch of a tiny hand trying to memorize every inch of your face. The smiles and laughter shared with those close to your heart. Dancing in the middle of the kitchen. Tender hugs given just because. I love you's spoken without words from across the room. A sister patiently helping her little brother learn to write his name. Every giggle, smile, loving word, warm embrace, tender moment shared between you and those you love. </div><div><font color="#ff0000" size="5">DON'T</font> ever let the most important things in life just pass you by. The dishes over flowing the sink can wait. Toys can be picked up later. Never ending laundry will still be there when you have time. Life is far too often spent making sure everything gets done, instead of making sure that one precious little moment won't be forgotten. I know that I'm just as guilty as everyone else. I'm no where close to perfect, but I'd like to think that I'm getting better every day. Trying my hardest to soak up every minute that I have with my precious gifts and wonderful husband. I've had a lot more time to spend with them lately and it has opened my eyes to how much I must have missed over the last 6 years. I have no regrets of the past, only lessons learned for the future. I will cherish this time and hold it close to my heart, remembering all the joy and happiness that truly enlightens and fills my soul. </div></div>Cole & Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08364980490563457017noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377323024009508178.post-82506468001650849002011-05-13T20:22:00.005-07:002011-05-13T20:58:45.113-07:00Do you still Believe?We had a very exciting night a few nights ago.....It had begun like any other night after I came home from work, Dinner, Relaxing, Baths, and not soon enough Bed Time. The kids had been in there rooms for maybe 10 minutes when I heard the start of Addison and Lynden's door open. Thinking that Addison was coming out to tell me she had to go potty, which is a nightly ritual of hers, I told her to go to the bathroom without even hesitating for her to give me her excuse for being up. She immediately started laughing and ran straight for the couch and I could tell she was holding something in her fingers. She was giggling so much she could barely spit out the words....."Mom I finally LOST my TOOTH!"<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtiiqriWsYigzp9T3XvYdudByQoHH2jxn0AFDLhqJB7Iclr2d2H3VIIEbHroGuVLuB18acObVqZUamcFD7Fm8AtuiY5Io21s0S3bMmA_-emuvhZUp8z668f6SyfZNnI-8HioxrdmDTPYFI/s1600/009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606415300242046018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtiiqriWsYigzp9T3XvYdudByQoHH2jxn0AFDLhqJB7Iclr2d2H3VIIEbHroGuVLuB18acObVqZUamcFD7Fm8AtuiY5Io21s0S3bMmA_-emuvhZUp8z668f6SyfZNnI-8HioxrdmDTPYFI/s320/009.JPG" /></a><br />She has been working on this thing for over 2 weeks now, ever since she had an appointment at my office and they informed her that 1 of her front teeth were lose and that she'd be losing it soon. Every time I'd turn around she'd have her fingers in her mouth wiggling her tooth and now here it was in the palm of her hand! Needless to say due to all the excitement ALL the kids were now awake and curious what all the noise was about. We had told her that once it finally came out that she could put it in a plastic bag and that we would tape it to her head board with a note so that the Tooth Fairy could find it, since I didn't feel like searching for it every where on her bed in the middle of the night. So she instructed Cole to get her a bag and me to start the note so that she could tell me what to write and then have her sign it. I have never seen this girl smile SO BIG. It kinda made me feel like a kid all over again. Filled with anticipation and excitement even though I knew exactly what would happen over night.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg54oGVOHFNXT6llPJ5nlHNATVmdk0xzWx_U07BkBNq7_4_jKY5wxh7pc1bknS9JoQTTcW59vA45z7HeqemxxedZ9XZZMvnmkixqi5H9oSGpQZE1mnHpw5ZDeLnYBaaHsuriR-uq3Gv2e21/s1600/007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606414576851603170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg54oGVOHFNXT6llPJ5nlHNATVmdk0xzWx_U07BkBNq7_4_jKY5wxh7pc1bknS9JoQTTcW59vA45z7HeqemxxedZ9XZZMvnmkixqi5H9oSGpQZE1mnHpw5ZDeLnYBaaHsuriR-uq3Gv2e21/s320/007.JPG" /></a><br />With every thing in place she proceeded to tell me that she was going to try and stay up to see the Tooth Fairy and ask her some extremely important questions...."Why do you take my teeth? What do you do with them? Why do you only come at night when kids are sleeping? Where do you get your money? Do you have friends?" This were only a few of the hundred that I was forced to answer for the Tooth Fairy without completely letting the secret out of who she really is. Needless to say Addison woke up the next morning bright and early and pulled me out of bed to show me that the Tooth Fairy had come and left her 2 money's as she calls them. (Thank goodness this girl is not in school yet and has not yet learned the value of money. I think she might then be a little upset on how much she actually had received!)<br /><br />It was so much fun for both Cole and I to see her smiling face, with 1 tooth missing of course, and the overwhelming joy in her eyes at this wonderful milestone in her life. It truly makes you light up to see your children experiencing the same things that you did when you were their age and have all the wonderful memories come flooding back to your mind. Just thinking about it puts a smile on my face!Cole & Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08364980490563457017noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377323024009508178.post-50049194895485113972011-04-27T17:47:00.002-07:002011-04-27T18:01:25.388-07:00Hard Worker<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjQjT9TtSEGA5fPaqQ1eRC4PSjfVumDuGgXdWq2fdqHaBfPn_lhNQ8F1tjmyadrPtsrbnA4ZAbpfPhCqBcAQF_J_ESIYTyCn7ucqPuUIT5qzyedKTz0z3QuPO2OH_EwUObdXTsSTnaFMOu/s1600/039.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600430305958941042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjQjT9TtSEGA5fPaqQ1eRC4PSjfVumDuGgXdWq2fdqHaBfPn_lhNQ8F1tjmyadrPtsrbnA4ZAbpfPhCqBcAQF_J_ESIYTyCn7ucqPuUIT5qzyedKTz0z3QuPO2OH_EwUObdXTsSTnaFMOu/s320/039.JPG" /></a> This last weekend was spent not only enjoying all the Easter festivities, but also re-doing the landscaping in our back yard. It's quiet small so it really doesn't take much to move things around. We have a garden, but it's running out of room, so we decided that we would extend it to run along the entire back fence using some fence blocks that we got for FREE. Cole and I being the mean parents that we are told the kids that they had to help and be outside with us the whole time. HA HA! Needles to say Lincoln was the only one that went to work willingly and stayed outside the entire 3 hours. He was so happy following his dad around and using the shovel. He truly is our little helper. Whenever I need anything done Lincoln is the first to run to my aide. This little guy steals my heart!Cole & Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08364980490563457017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377323024009508178.post-572844976446262622011-04-09T16:23:00.009-07:002011-04-09T17:02:16.719-07:00Fun in the Desert!<div align="left">Seeing that this is most likely the last nice weekend before summer we thought that we'd take advantage and have some family FUN!</div><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiBK1792ASRSZLVqB3QBRfJqpAwgZo3ShUOFb8EJHyt43vXjZJkJ8kPqGZXoEF6n4Zmd0DbICSc5fVfEqt_tKAiFFckjZBRdqBqaYPK5oALNF9kGfSTSWMitJl1kFt0iamQW34CMmWg0-5/s1600/012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593731867343399970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiBK1792ASRSZLVqB3QBRfJqpAwgZo3ShUOFb8EJHyt43vXjZJkJ8kPqGZXoEF6n4Zmd0DbICSc5fVfEqt_tKAiFFckjZBRdqBqaYPK5oALNF9kGfSTSWMitJl1kFt0iamQW34CMmWg0-5/s320/012.JPG" /></a> Cole's parents and nephews met us out by Florence so that Cole could play with his new toy and actually see what it could do. He's had it for about a month now and keeps telling me that just driving it around the neighborhood is NO fun. So even though it was quite windy out yesterday I decided that it was time to let the boy out to play and I think both him and the kids loved every second of it. We really enjoy being able to get out of the house and let the kids run wild for some time. The shreeks of excitment are enough reward for the efforts put into making it happen! </div><br /><div align="left"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJF0rtSyus_gFHYfJ2RSlllVFW7o2HFCa-2V59X_5XqRhV3xJCyJlxWrMsKxDYIayJ0HC53U9NODdNidCFGPaHWQq5o0-WNMtrUi523Rh8Ar76D5Sqk5pLby3SMetmFg3TJ1AP9QsQEPA1/s1600/007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593738033042245762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJF0rtSyus_gFHYfJ2RSlllVFW7o2HFCa-2V59X_5XqRhV3xJCyJlxWrMsKxDYIayJ0HC53U9NODdNidCFGPaHWQq5o0-WNMtrUi523Rh8Ar76D5Sqk5pLby3SMetmFg3TJ1AP9QsQEPA1/s320/007.JPG" /></a> <p align="center">Lincoln and Mason cruising in the jeep! </p><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Vh5bkqjAyodOv-XxwxDurmABmc72DwFCtiqKaB5A45Uy72Ymo9Tn4qu_bJtk4iH-581weVq_WT9NF6K6MzPZJ0xQSd_LGGirvvoJj7tYa2A-jT7jDvPt3X7bOZzNtzgvrqZChyt6YXsQ/s1600/018.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593732923482519810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Vh5bkqjAyodOv-XxwxDurmABmc72DwFCtiqKaB5A45Uy72Ymo9Tn4qu_bJtk4iH-581weVq_WT9NF6K6MzPZJ0xQSd_LGGirvvoJj7tYa2A-jT7jDvPt3X7bOZzNtzgvrqZChyt6YXsQ/s320/018.JPG" /></a> Cole even let Lynden drive for awhile. She was laughing and squealing the entire time. You could hear her over the engine. </p><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8-g0QdWvdkyBXu918fqHqCVa0LgPGaFb_9Rqu6R0zPEqJX6nMicaH_Wgg5k5-rTphcwJM_sVi3DYfUnG3SrCA7ikQDbIo64D3LmPV_Cv1P7Uxp_BbVIOYdJJ8ZOKE1dqebOGvwUlTHsB0/s1600/027.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593734007431713122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8-g0QdWvdkyBXu918fqHqCVa0LgPGaFb_9Rqu6R0zPEqJX6nMicaH_Wgg5k5-rTphcwJM_sVi3DYfUnG3SrCA7ikQDbIo64D3LmPV_Cv1P7Uxp_BbVIOYdJJ8ZOKE1dqebOGvwUlTHsB0/s320/027.JPG" /></a> Of course all the kids had to take a ride with Grandpa! Thanks for making it SO fun! </p><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiajiL5dBd0t4cjFwpIIL7AR67nnEGdkMO4ErLZq_VQ2OoJaVt7kZ91Afos-dMD_2VIQ1wm0-GPOQpd6wgAEjFXspv8IX2q4VK2SeuFgLGQsusPzEU5jfA7Szy9RF4S9URtDxo0YLb8O9ob/s1600/017.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593734462681447186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiajiL5dBd0t4cjFwpIIL7AR67nnEGdkMO4ErLZq_VQ2OoJaVt7kZ91Afos-dMD_2VIQ1wm0-GPOQpd6wgAEjFXspv8IX2q4VK2SeuFgLGQsusPzEU5jfA7Szy9RF4S9URtDxo0YLb8O9ob/s320/017.JPG" /></a> Addison our little monkey. </p><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_z3xGGzD3fbZVQTK9NO08iNlseQJSeJeFLuNoTY5g6ZDmB3i0CVK5XAupOojgwfdGpglSEme7PWa4LkcdPPKBilWw0byELILe5GAHeo90Ed1XQDuoz-fEWyM3br84p4FJ-bziJJBaK9e6/s1600/028.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593734738598362578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_z3xGGzD3fbZVQTK9NO08iNlseQJSeJeFLuNoTY5g6ZDmB3i0CVK5XAupOojgwfdGpglSEme7PWa4LkcdPPKBilWw0byELILe5GAHeo90Ed1XQDuoz-fEWyM3br84p4FJ-bziJJBaK9e6/s320/028.JPG" /></a> Hayden has to be the COOLEST kid I know! </p>Cole & Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08364980490563457017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377323024009508178.post-33505745278368142712011-03-18T22:38:00.004-07:002011-03-18T23:35:21.709-07:00Protect Your "Johnson"Today's traumatic event was is too good not to share! And I know that if I don't write this down somewhere I'm sure to forget, even though I know a certain someone will probably never forget this day........<br /><br />As some you may know we are slowly trying to potty train Lincoln, not by our choice, but by his. On his own he started pulling off his diaper and using the toilet just after turning 2. I thought it might be a little early for him since I've heard that boys are the hardest to potty train, but hey I'm not going to stop him! Needless to say he has been wearing pull ups for the past 4 months. He has his good weeks and his bad. We've tried to put him in BIG BOY pants, but I think it freaks him out because he actually does worse in them than a pull up.<br /><br />Anyways, today started as any normal Friday with us all at home taking our time getting ready to go to the store since both Cole and I are off of work we make it a family event. Cole's relaxing and searching Craigslist, I'm in the bathroom getting ready and the kids are trying to pick out their clothes for the day. Every one's busily doing there own thing when all of a sudden you hear a loud slam of the toilet seat in the bathroom and Lincoln immediately begins screaming hysterically. What on earth could have happened?<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8RDQWBWufq-j1kxhafeshH4wvjirMw8_pMRk2LJQusLn2-Y_QychsFZHTHGHVIp_NW3qs0PCad1gDOeQbe7CSMQ9qBxu295FH9-D1nUhOrB-4u-khEasUbDKfkA2ZZ_iKF6C47lzkIATq/s1600/censored.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8RDQWBWufq-j1kxhafeshH4wvjirMw8_pMRk2LJQusLn2-Y_QychsFZHTHGHVIp_NW3qs0PCad1gDOeQbe7CSMQ9qBxu295FH9-D1nUhOrB-4u-khEasUbDKfkA2ZZ_iKF6C47lzkIATq/s1600/censored.jpg" /></a><br />The worst possible thing.....Lincoln was trying to go pee by himself in the toilet like he always does and the toilet seat slammed down and pinched his "little man" between the seat and the lid. You see he feels the need to stand like his dad when going to the bathroom, but he's just not quite tall enough yet so, unless he uses the stool his "little man" just barely makes it over the toilet seat. He came running into our room butt naked tears rushing down his face and both hands holding himself. I instantly scooped him up and hugged him before surveying the damage. Meanwhile, Cole was dying laughing! After calming him down a little I inspected the area to see how bad the damage was. Everything was noticeably swollen and his poor "little man" had 2 blood blisters right on the tip. I can only imagine how bad that must have felt. I truly hope that he learned his lesson on just how dangerous a toilet can be for a little guy like him and that it really does help to use a stool!Cole & Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08364980490563457017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377323024009508178.post-64081389725109751502011-03-07T20:16:00.002-07:002011-03-07T20:37:36.428-07:00Bumps & Bruises<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOyoHaXlkoznLOEuyineLLJDnwBJoKzGC29QCT0_GN4my22x4fR-8Hv5X1Vk2mnf2EiKLBs5vUPmqFXNUaorNh1qpGN-Dk6yfrzyB_vJDfsbRqUislhmLGmO07Ek3B0CrZi428o0SZsvPb/s1600/010.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581544834906060674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOyoHaXlkoznLOEuyineLLJDnwBJoKzGC29QCT0_GN4my22x4fR-8Hv5X1Vk2mnf2EiKLBs5vUPmqFXNUaorNh1qpGN-Dk6yfrzyB_vJDfsbRqUislhmLGmO07Ek3B0CrZi428o0SZsvPb/s320/010.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>So it only took 6 months of walking for Lynden to finally get her first taste of ASPHALT! She has decided that just playing outside in the front yard isn't as much fun as it should be. This caused for a grand adventure a little further down the street where her siblings were, but to her dismay she was running too fast in excitement and bit the dust just upon arrival. Needless to say there was hysterical screaming and lots of tears involved. To make it even worse she was wearing shorts! (You see it has been quite warm here lately.) She also managed to bang her forehead on the sidewalk on the way down.</div><br /><div>After some much needed love from mom, Addison, and of course our lover Lincoln. She decided that she just might live to walk again. Addison was awesome at helping care her back to health. She even put the bandaide on all by herself. Only to have Lynden rip it off about 30 seconds later laughing the entire time. Then she was right back outside running down the driveway back out into the street. </div><br /><div>She truely is our fearlous one and that is now starting to scare me. If she's like this at only 18 months how much more is yet to come? My girls have proven that they definiately have a stronger back bone then their cowardly brother. They will be my daredevils willing to try everything. Constantly pushing the envelope to it's limits and if you listen close enough you'd probably be able to hear them squealing with excitement the entire time. </div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij5Gy51P4A8khf-ieOVRcKsM-zzjA_THVTfgoUIeOfY_XT2i5hBZDed4QS9k3GbOnbpi9kd_scF6x7_XgOZWQKRMI5jLcSVhnG67q8hIbIUgkpqSn7dagQXwFLCJ7icM_t4fPJZMDCIIDV/s1600/009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581547785172873362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij5Gy51P4A8khf-ieOVRcKsM-zzjA_THVTfgoUIeOfY_XT2i5hBZDed4QS9k3GbOnbpi9kd_scF6x7_XgOZWQKRMI5jLcSVhnG67q8hIbIUgkpqSn7dagQXwFLCJ7icM_t4fPJZMDCIIDV/s320/009.JPG" /></a>Cole & Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08364980490563457017noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377323024009508178.post-34796101483084180462011-02-11T21:45:00.002-07:002011-02-11T22:18:44.095-07:00Awww the SIMPLE things<div align="center"><a href="http://ribbony.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/chocolate-cake.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://ribbony.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/chocolate-cake.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;">Chocolate Cake!<br /></span><div align="left"></div><div align="center">How is it that something so simple can be so rewarding and frustrating at the same time?</div><div align="center"> Watching the transformation that these few simple ingredients combine together to make something so rich and magical all in one bite. </div><div align="center">Seeing your husbands frustration as the he tries to make sense of an incomplete recipe. </div><div align="center">Making his own changes to try and make things better only to find that his efforts to make something so sweet just might not turn out the way he'd hope for at all. </div><div align="center">Giving up in anger as nothing is coming together as it should. </div><div align="center">Questioning why he even tried in the first place. </div><div align="center">Walking away in disgust not wanting to see what his final master piece has become.</div><div align="center">Wondering what went so wrong.</div><div align="center">Knowing that everything will be fine.</div><div align="center">Smelling the goodness through out the house. </div><div align="center">Catching little fingers trying to sneak a taste.</div><div align="center">Eyes sparkling with delight even though dad refuses to even try to fix it any more.</div><div align="center">Anxiously awaiting permission to sink their teeth into the delicate dessert. </div><div align="center">Watching your children's eyes light up as the quickly RUN to their seats in hopes that they might get more than their sibling. </div><div align="center">Listening to them squeal and squeak with joy and laughter as they gobble up every last crumb. </div><div align="center">Asking for more while they finish licking their plates of heaven.</div><div align="center">Thanking the magic maker for trying even though it may not be the beautiful master piece he envisioned.</div><div align="center">Rewarding his efforts.</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">There's always next time!</span> </div></div>Cole & Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08364980490563457017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377323024009508178.post-15914901873339110372011-02-04T08:26:00.008-07:002011-02-07T12:53:42.057-07:00Can't leave well enough alone?Ok, so here's the <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>WARNING</strong></span>......... DO NOT continue reading this if you don't want to listen to me vent a little.<br /><br />I can't come to understand <em><span style="font-size:180%;">why</span></em> people can't just be happy with what they have and leave well enough alone. <em><span style="font-size:180%;">Why</span></em> do people continually think they are missing out on something? And once they have what they're looking for decide that it's not enough and go on searching for something else. Life <span style="font-size:180%;">CAN </span>be simple.....beautiful......peaceful......enjoyable.....and pretty close to <span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong>PERFECT </strong></span><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="color:#cccccc;">if people could just be accepting of how things were.<br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:180%;">Why</span></em> run the risk of ruining something that we've worked so hard on by one simple act, thought or quick impulse just to see what it's like or to fill that void that you might be missing something? <span style="font-size:180%;"><em>Why</em></span> can't people just take a minute and think about what they might be doing before acting upon it? There's no need to do something that you might regret before really thinking about what you might be giving up.<br /><br />Now.....I understand that life is a test and that we're all here to learn from our mistakes and have the freedom to choose. And I'm in no way trying to imply that I might be perfect and without fault. I've had my moments of weakness and bad judgement.<br /><br />I guess it's just hard to sit back and watch someone you love make mistakes over and over again just to get that rush of acceptance. I have a hard time knowing why others need that sort of attention or belonging. Especially when it's been discussed and agreed on by all parties that it's just not the best avenue to take. It can lead one off course and possibly to the destruction of something so vulnerable and pure. Stop thinking of yourself and starting think of those you might hurt or lose along the way. <em><span style="font-size:180%;">Why</span></em> build something up just to crush it and have to start over again at the beginning when the road the you've just traveled has not been quick or easy by any means? <em><span style="font-size:180%;">Why</span></em> run the risk of throwing it all away? All that hard work, sweat and tears. <span style="font-size:180%;"><em>Why</em></span> put yourself right back into that dark place you've just climbed of? <em><span style="font-size:180%;">Why</span></em> can't people just see the good in what they have and what they've work so hard on accomplishing? Look at the path behind you that has lead you were you are today and be</span> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>PROUD </strong></span><span style="font-size:100%;">of the person you've become.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">I know I will have to come to accept these questions as one of life's mysteries and rely on our Lord and Savior to help those in need through these troubled times. I will need to be more open and understanding of why people do the things they do and the choices they make. Only our blessed Heavenly Father can make it right and is <strong>always </strong>ready and waiting to help. All we have to do is turn to him for all the answers. Whether it's what we want to hear or not. He will guide us on our journey to that glorious end that we all seek. Put your trust in the Lord and someday we will all be there for that joyous reunion we are all waiting for. </span>Cole & Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08364980490563457017noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377323024009508178.post-70674048333482776732011-01-28T16:58:00.002-07:002011-01-28T17:22:39.691-07:00IN NEED OF A BREAK<a href="http://www.wallpapersgalaxy.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/relaxing-place-34.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.wallpapersgalaxy.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/relaxing-place-34.jpg" /></a><br />Do you ever feel like there's never enough hours in the day? Do you ever wish you could just forget it all and take a break from the world?<br /><br />Well I think I've found the most relaxing place. If only I knew where it was and how to get there it would be <strong>PERFECT</strong>! Life has seemed to pick me up in it's whirl wind and set me back down in the middle of the confusion. I'm trying my best to make sense of it all and not fall behind. I guess all I can do is give it my best and dream of a place and time like the one above to get me through.Cole & Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08364980490563457017noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377323024009508178.post-59955475472036903772011-01-17T18:00:00.004-07:002011-01-17T18:30:50.339-07:00Back in BusinessThat's right everyone we have the internet again! YEAH!!!(I think?) I think Cole thought he was going to die without it, but hey look babe you made it a full year and survived:) Too much has happened to try and play catch up all in one post, so we'll just take it one day at a time and see how it goes.<br /><br />I'm still working part time, not by choice, but because I have too. EWE! Can't wait for the day that I can actually stay home with the little rugrats. Cole changed jobs and is now working for The Department of Homeland Security Prison in Florence. He is one of the lead cooks there and is hoping for the possibility of management to help further his cooking career. The job is ok, but he does miss cooking to order since the prison menu is set by corporate on a 5 week rotating schedule. Don't worry he's not in any danger since he works with all the illegals that are picked up and waiting to be shipped back to their country of origin, whatever that maybe.<br /><br />The kids are growing like crazy and we try our hardest to keep up with them. It's a struggle sometimes , but we manage somehow. Addison keeps us dancing and is truly our out spoken child. Lincoln just loves being a boy and everything that comes with it. Lynden has turned out to be our precious little one that loves to start all the trouble and run away as fast as she can. And if you ask her daddy she can do nothing wrong.<br /><br />We were able to finally have some updated family pictures taken with the Perkins family in December. It was then that I realized the last time we had ANY family pictures taken Addison was only 1 month old. Guess its time to add that to my yearly TO DO LIST. (Just wonder when I'll be able to fit that one in. Doesn't hurt to try!) So here's a preview of how they turned out.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuhTQt0K9SMw4fbpU3frjO4lSPg8e6weFSCpoZC_Q_Al4ETgnrSjIiUjrJiOVLYkdGHM7lX-E_LPhlMBxcWCLCuloysIsqzivVsfji-ZJc28M-YIyR_nz-TsWs6n_QgE6d81qJTqtYJxwa/s1600/perkins+002.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563331405050611282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuhTQt0K9SMw4fbpU3frjO4lSPg8e6weFSCpoZC_Q_Al4ETgnrSjIiUjrJiOVLYkdGHM7lX-E_LPhlMBxcWCLCuloysIsqzivVsfji-ZJc28M-YIyR_nz-TsWs6n_QgE6d81qJTqtYJxwa/s400/perkins+002.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAahhdfmDP9Ov7DslvakfJAJfgBS7t1kn7jH3YQOmV1di2xDP4lr8MNnC_mupsGbNI9Kb4XB5rS8iPjsYjDOuiTH9KqEiIsnt_DF7bmr0-w3nTyK3VTBxYVnHc7pw500om6mY-EDVmhYQt/s1600/perkins+050.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563331830078227618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAahhdfmDP9Ov7DslvakfJAJfgBS7t1kn7jH3YQOmV1di2xDP4lr8MNnC_mupsGbNI9Kb4XB5rS8iPjsYjDOuiTH9KqEiIsnt_DF7bmr0-w3nTyK3VTBxYVnHc7pw500om6mY-EDVmhYQt/s400/perkins+050.jpg" /></a>Cole & Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08364980490563457017noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377323024009508178.post-35709407167676990512010-02-11T12:49:00.002-07:002010-02-11T13:21:39.641-07:00Who's To Blame?!Okay, So I greatly apologize for not posting in a very long while. I promise that I do have a really good excuse though. Here it goes........We no longer have the Internet due to some very strong budgets cuts coming down from the Corporate office. Okay not really, but we HAVE decided that having the Internet it just not a need for us now that Cole is finished with school. We still keep up on emails and blogging, when we can either while I'm at work or at a family members home.<br /><br />Life has been a little crazy for us lately and I'm glad to announce that I have shortened my time at work so that I can be home more with the kids and we no longer need daycare for them. YEAH!!! I love being able to spend more time at home and not feeling like a bad mom for having to leave every morning for work. The kids seem to like having mom and dad home together during the exchange in shifts. Although Addison still asks if she's going somewhere everyday. Guess we've trained her well, with all the four years she spent in daycare. It's been hard for to adjust to not going to someone else's house everyday.<br /><br />Cole has officially finished school and is working full time still at Arizona Grand Resort. His actual graduation is not happening until May. I am so proud of him for making it to the end. I will say that's it's been a long hard 15months. Not only with the change in career, but by also adding 2 new additions to the family during that time. It so awesome to see how much he has grown and I love to watch him put his new learned skills to use. He was definitely born to be a chef. Things just come so naturally to him and he seems to light up every time he enters the kitchen.<br /><br />The kids are growing like weeds and love tormenting each other. I promise I will post more with pictures as soon as I find some free time. We're just trying to keep up as life quickly moves forward.Cole & Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08364980490563457017noreply@blogger.com2