tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76198984191708773182024-03-14T00:27:54.064-07:00Johnson Family"Life is to be enjoyed, not endured."Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06859273642514280659noreply@blogger.comBlogger194125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619898419170877318.post-60186809892416632752015-03-06T12:32:00.002-08:002015-03-06T12:32:38.041-08:00The New JobThis post is hard to write, because, where do I even begin? In my mind, the steps leading up to this decision started months, even 2 years ago. I wont go back and give all the details, but I will start the story about 8 months ago. Ryan had been working for Okland Construction for over 8 years and was feeling burnt out, tired, frustrated and ready to find something new. After months of working 80-100 hours a week, we knew enough was enough and it was time to move on. After months of fasting and prayer we knew that the right thing for him to do was to quit. We had purchased a pool franchise about a year earlier, and with the growth that it was getting, it was hard for Ryan's partner to do it single handedly. So the decision was made to put all our eggs in the ASP (America's Swimming Pool Company) basket and move forward. So in June of 2014 Ryan said goodbye to Okland and commercial construction. It was the hardest thing we have done as a married couple. Ryan loves construction and is very talented in it, but he felt that it was time to put his family first and do something that would enable him to have a little more time at home.<br />
Being small business owners has its own challenges and we experienced all of them. I'm not sure Ryan worked any less hours, he was just at home for half of them! Lots of late nights of accounting and long days in the sun, but the kids got to see Ryan more than they had in years. Ryan loved being his own boss and the flexibility of owing your own business.<br />
In October/November the business was doing a lot of full backyard remodels and Ryan was starting to step away from the pool side of the business and do more with his personal contractors license. He set up his own business, Arcadia Building Co., and he was feeling the desire to do what he's good at- construction. He was starting to get lots of business doing small commercial work and even started the planning stages of 2 custom homes. With all this new work, we were looking for a way to get out of ASP and focus on building Arcadia. In December, right before Christmas Ryan got in touch with a friend, Bret Woods, who was moving his family to Italy to build the Rome temple. Bret works for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, and they became friends working together on the Gilbert temple. Ryan jokingly told Bret, "if you need help in Rome, let me know!"<br />
Within a week, Okland contacted Ryan and asked him if he would come back to Okland if they sent him to Rome. I guess the Church asked some of the contractors who had done work for them in the past, if they had any employees who would fit what they were looking for in Rome.<br />
Within days from that phone call, Bret called Ryan and asked him if he would be interested in going to Rome. He of course said YES! and told Bret about Okland contacting about the same thing.<br />
So here's the dilemma- we want to go to Italy badly, but what is the best way to get the job? Through Okland? On our own, independently through Arcadia?<br />
Ryan decided to meet with Okland and see what their offer would be. After that meeting, he felt sick. It didn't feel right and he was reminded of all the reasons he left Okland. We both had anxiety for days. Lots and lots of prayers for direction. After about a week, Ryan got a call from Bret, asking if he'd come to Salt Lake City for an interview with the LDS church directly. That call was on a Friday and the interview was the next Wednesday. I had so much anxiety. I couldn't sleep. It felt like Christmas Eve for a week. You cant help but get excited and get your hopes up and then talk yourself down, so you're not disappointed if it doesn't pan out. Then the woman in me starts planning the move, anticipating all the changes, and what I'd need to do to make it happen. Again, lots of prayers and fasting.<br />
When Wednesday finally came, I couldnt do anything to calm the anxiety. I waited anxiously by my phone for any word from Ryan. As we communicated through the day, he told me about the meetings he had, and that he felt good about them. To me - that was HUGE. Ryan was calm and peaceful- which was complete opposite of how he felt when he had the meeting with Okland.<br />
At the end of the day, they told him they'd let him know the next day whether or not he got the job.<br />
Thursday was another day full of anxiety. Finally about 2 pm we got the call that he got the job and we were moving to ROME!! Ryan was being hired as an independent contractor to help with the construction of the Rome Italy temple.<br />
WHAT?!! This does not happen people. Especially to us. We thought building the Gilbert temple was a once in a lifetime opportunity (which it was), but to be given this opportunity is beyond description. It just felt right. It made everything else clear. It gave us the opportunity to cut ties with ASP and get Ryan back into what he loves, construction. This is his dream job. You know how you talk about your dream job- well, he finally got it. Now he can be in construction, and use all his knowledge and talents, but he is not the contractor. He is not the one with his feet being held to the fire. He works for the owner as a construction consultant and helps them coordinate with the contractor.<br />
I can only express gratitude for this amazing opportunity, for me and especially for my kids. It leads me to think, 'of all the people in the world who would die for this opportunity, why us?' And realize that The Lord has stuff in store for ALL of us to do while we are there. I firmly believe where much is given, much is required. I have been given much and I too must give. I am ready and willing to do whatever the Lord asks of me. Not to say that it's not hard. The last two months have been HARD. (that'll be the next post) But we can do hard. I'm not scared, I'm ready. I know moving and living in a foreign county is going to be HARD. Exciting? Yes. But excitement only gets you so far. I know it will be hard, and there will be weeks and months ahead where I will say to myself, 'what the heck am I doing?' But I'm ready. The best things in life are not easy.<br />
So here we go. Off to Italy. Lets do this. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06859273642514280659noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619898419170877318.post-35836411776558119012012-12-06T20:34:00.000-08:002012-12-06T20:34:23.284-08:00Thanksgiving<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I know this is a little late, but I still need to get this posted. It seems like I get around to things a week after I think I'll have time to get it done.<br />
This year I had all these high hopes of doing cute things with the kids for Thanksgiving and doing activities that would teach them the importance of being grateful. I wanted to do something for Family Home Evening the Monday before Thanksgiving, but Ryan ended up buying me a new suburban (a post on that next) that day. Then Tuesday was too busy, so late Wednesday night before we put the kids to bed we did our Thankful Turkey. Although it was kinda a last minute hodge-podge thing, I really feel and felt very grateful for many things. Some of these things ended up on our turkey, like a good job, my wonderful husband, temples, the Gospel, family ect- but I felt there was so much more than that. I do feel especially grateful that Ryan has a good job. At times it feels like the money is super tight and how are we gonna make it with 4 kids, but it all seems to work out in the end. We always have enough for what we need. Especially at this time where so many are struggling or don't even have a job, we are so blessed to have what we have. I am grateful that I have a husband who works so hard for our family, and I know that what we have is a result of his hard work.<br />
I am really grateful for my kids. At times they drive me nuts, but they are teaching me so much about what life is about. They bring out the best and the worst in me and help me to see my faults and how to make them better.<br />
I am truly grateful for my life and all that the Lord has given me.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06859273642514280659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619898419170877318.post-25419477274614575332012-11-06T13:46:00.001-08:002012-11-06T13:46:15.329-08:00One MonthCan't believe it's been one month already. He is starting to sleep better at night ( one 5 hour stretch!) and I am starting to feel like maybe I can handle life. Maybe.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06859273642514280659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619898419170877318.post-59284356815989802252012-11-04T08:55:00.000-08:002012-11-04T08:55:09.314-08:00Kids Are CuteRecently Kate and Clark have been all into writing things and learning how to spell and sound stuff out, so naturally I get notes for different things ALL the time. They are constantly drawing us pictures and giving us gifts of their art. And while I would love to keep them all, I just can't. With all the papers and crafts that come home from school, I would have a mountain of papers if I kept it all. But a few days ago Clark gave me a note that I just had to keep. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Clark is such a sweet loving boy. He is always telling us how much he loves us and even prays that we will know how much he loves us. He writes me "love" notes all the time and for some reason this one stuck with me and I felt like I needed to keep it. He is such an example of unconditional love. I can get mad and yell and be a terrible Mom and just minutes later he'll ask for a hug and tell me he loves me. I learn from him how important it is to show and vocalize love for each other. That wasn't very common in my house growing up- so this is something I am learning to do myself. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06859273642514280659noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619898419170877318.post-45111118667510366652012-11-04T08:42:00.001-08:002012-11-04T08:42:43.312-08:00Halloween<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Halloween is usually a pretty big deal for me. In years passed I have prided myself on making the kids' costumes match, but this year I just did not have the mental or physical energy to try. I let the kids decide what they wanted to be ( not that I didn't let them have a say in years passed, it was more like, "Hey wouldn't it be cool if you were....... for Halloween this year?") and bought the costumes way back in September. I knew that with a newborn baby and Kate and Clarks birthday the week before, I wouldn't even have the time to go look for costumes.<br />
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They got to dress up in their costumes for my Mom's Halloween party the Friday before Halloween and then Halloween night, we Trick-or-Treated in Ryan's Mom's neighborhood. Ryan's good friend, Chris, came into town and wanted to take his kids around the ol neighborhood- so I guess I can take back that huge bag of candy I bought from Costco- seeing as we didn't hand out anything at our house this year.<br />
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A few years ago we started the "Pumpkin Fairy" to help us get rid of all the candy after Halloween- as my kids don't need that much sugar and I get sick of having their Trick or Treat buckets hanging around till New Years. The way it works is the kids get to have a few days to gorge themselves on candy and then the night that the Pumpkin Fairy comes, they put their buckets outside their door and during the night the Pumpkin Fairy trades all their candy for some kind of prize. This year Kate got the new Tinkerbell movie and Clark got a remote control car. I usually don't do such big prizes- it's usually a movie from the $5 bucket at Walmart- but again - with no energy I just sent Ryan to the store and told him to get what they wanted.<br />
I did head to Walmart the day after Halloween and scored on 50% off costumes, and am happy to report that the kids will be matching next year!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06859273642514280659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619898419170877318.post-21408241976061459322012-10-29T14:46:00.001-07:002012-10-29T14:53:42.125-07:00Kate and Clark turn 6!<br />
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Ryan and I joke that kids are like pancakes, and you always burn the first one - or in our case, the first two! I'm glad they have each other to get through our "learning curve" of parenting. </div>
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vMCW0cRhsl4/UIhcdawmG0I/AAAAAAAACTk/3fCwRBoapdw/s1600/IMG_1643.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vMCW0cRhsl4/UIhcdawmG0I/AAAAAAAACTk/3fCwRBoapdw/s320/IMG_1643.jpg" width="240" /></a>Clark is becoming quite the little helper to Ryan. He is always there to help Ryan with his Saturday projects- complete with lots of trips to Home Depot and of course Circle K to get sodas. He loves kindergarten and making new friends. He likes having a little brother and already loves to tease little sister Charly. He loves to play- especially with friends. It's all about having boys to play with.( He says he gets tired of playing with girls- aka- Kate) He got to play on a T-ball team this spring and is currently on a soccer team.<br />
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ukqoJHoExIo/UIhcglNEzRI/AAAAAAAACTs/62ZW471ctk4/s1600/IMG_1644.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ukqoJHoExIo/UIhcglNEzRI/AAAAAAAACTs/62ZW471ctk4/s320/IMG_1644.jpg" width="240" /></a>Kate is every definition of girl. Loves to wear makeup, paint her fingernails, wear skirts and just look cute. She is a big help to me, and plays very well with little sister Charly. She too loves kindergarten and her teacher Mrs. Miller. She even got a little teary eyed telling me that Mrs. Miller was going to be gone for two days and she was going to have a substitute. She is a peacemaker. She will always do what it takes to make everyone happy. She is in her 3rd year of dance and started tap this year too. </div>
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We celebrated their birthday by letting them choose the restaurant for dinner- and they chose Olive Garden. They both love the little personal pizzas. We were so full after dinner, we didn't even stop for dessert! Grandma and Grandpa came over to give them presents and watch them open presents from Ryan and I. Kate got Squinkies (She's been begging for them for awhile) a bike and helmet, a new coloring book, new shoes and a crayon caddy I made for her. Clark got a spiderman helicopter, IronMan action figure, new bike and helmet, coloring book and crayon caddy. </div>
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We are lucky to have these two great kids in our family. They have brought much joy into our life over the last six years. It's fun to see them grow up, and see their little personalities come out. I hope they don't grow up too fast and quit wanting us around. We love you Kate and Clark!</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06859273642514280659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619898419170877318.post-57130681084842767562012-10-24T14:18:00.000-07:002012-10-24T14:18:06.539-07:00Pumpkin SplashI can't remember how long ago, Ryan and I started a 'star chart' with Kate and Clark as a way of tracking bad behavior and rewarding good behavior. They have a certain amount of stars, and they loose them for being mean, talking back, hitting ect., and they earn them back with either good behavior or extra chores. The incentive is that every Saturday they get to do something special with Ryan. Sometimes its big things like going to a movie, on a lunch date or a special event, or it can be small like just going to Sonic for an ice cream cone.<br />
Yesterday, the 'special thing' was the Pumpkin Splash at Brimhall Pool, and because Ryan has been Mr. Mom for the last 2 weeks, I gave him a break and took the kids myself.<br />
I need to take a minute and say something about how incredible Ryan has been since I had baby Jay. He has taken all three kids to Clarks soccer games for 3 Saturdays in a row, taken them all to church by himself and the first week I was home, he stayed home from work and did EVERYTHING. Laundry, dishes, chores, diapers, baths, made breakfast and lunch, took the kids to do fun things and took care of me on top of it all! This last week he had to go back to work and has still been a big help to me when he gets home, even after a 12 hour or more day. He really is amazing and I'm lucky to have him.<br />
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So here are some of the fun things the kids got to do at the pool yesterday: pick out a pumpkin out of the pool, play carnival games, decorate their pumpkin, get their face painted and best of all- swim in October!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06859273642514280659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619898419170877318.post-56354480019094156162012-10-13T15:57:00.000-07:002012-10-13T15:57:28.763-07:00Sweet Baby Jay<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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After a year sabbatical from Blogger, I decided it is time to start documenting life again. I guess I got overwhelmed with trying to post every thing in our life, and just let it go. Now I am sad that there have been so many good things happen in our life that I have pictures for, but no journal to go along with it. I have felt for sometime that I need to jump back on the bandwagon and keep up on my blog, for no other reason than just to have a family history. Since there is no way that I can go back and blog about all the things that have happened in the past year, I'm just gonna start fresh with our latest and greatest news- which is the birth of my 'sweet baby Jay'.<br />
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I was scheduled to deliver baby Jay on Monday October 10th via C-section. All of my babies have been born C-section, as they have all been breach. Thursday October 4th, about 3am I started having contractions 10 minutes apart. Now, I had never gone into labor, having scheduled all of my C-sections, so I was quite unsure what to do when I started having contractions. I told Ryan to go to work and that I'd call him if they got closer together. When he got to work he told his boss what was going on and was told to just go home. With Ryan back home for the day, we got the kids to school and went to WalMart to do my last minute grocery shopping. The contractions continued to be about 8-10 minutes apart the whole day until about 3pm, when they moved to about 5 minutes apart. I called Dr. Beck to see what to do and he told me to wait until they were under 5 minutes apart and a minute in length. Ryan wanted me to go to the hospital then, but I had been planning on going to this huge consignment sale and didn't want to miss this great shopping opportunity, and didn't want to go to the hospital just yet. We picked up the kids from school and met up with my Mom, who took me to the consignment sale. There were a few things I needed for baby, but really I just wanted to go and look to see what I could find. I am a bargain/thrift shopper at heart and love finding cheap stuff. So I did end up getting the things I needed and a few things for the other kids, including a bike for Clark for his upcoming birthday. While there my contractions were 3 minutes apart and a minute long, so I knew we needed to get out of there. My mom was a little more concerned than I was- as I really didn't know how fast I would progress- and was worried we'd get to the hospital in time. Ryan was at Clarks soccer practice with all the kids and the plan was to meet him at home and then he and I would go to the hospital. My wise Mother insisted that she take me to the hospital right then, and while I thought she was overreacting, I'm glad now that she did. As soon as we got to the hospital and I was admitted the contractions got increasingly more painful and I was somewhat shocked as to how bad it hurt. The nurses checked me and I was already dilated to a 5 and ready to go. As the nurses and staff frantically tried to get me ready for my C-section, my contractions got closer together and more and more painful. They had to try 3 times to get the IV in, and with a C-section they have to have a few viles of your blood on hand, and tried 2 more times to get my blood. By this time Ryan is at the hospital and absolutely livid that the nurses are poking me so much. I'm pretty sure it was just the pressure of trying to poke me between contractions that made it difficult for the nurses, as my veins are as big as the Mississippi River.<br />
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They finally get everything they need, I signed my life away to get the spinal anestiseia, Dr. Beck showed up and they wheeled me back to the OR. I was thrilled to get to the OR so they could do the spinal and the pain would stop. Then at 7:48pm, Baby Jay was born. 7lbs 7oz and 21 inches long. The first thing everyone said when they pulled him out was, "Look at all that hair!" He has the most hair of any of my babies and by far the darkest.<br />
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Now it wasn't until Saturday that we decided on a name. We had it narrowed down, but couldn't quite decide. The final decision was Jay Roger Johnson. Jay is actually Ryan's first name (although he never went by Jay) and Roger is my Dad's first name. Ryan kinda wanted to call him J. R., but we've only ever called him Jay. Maybe as he gets older JR will become his nickname.<br />
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8CU4kaW9UBQ/UHnxTZZbz_I/AAAAAAAACQY/-3QxuPrntoo/s1600/IMG_0542.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8CU4kaW9UBQ/UHnxTZZbz_I/AAAAAAAACQY/-3QxuPrntoo/s320/IMG_0542.JPG" width="320" /></a>The other kids absolutely love him- especially Charly. She loves to be around him, it's just teaching her not to touch his face and to be soft that is the hard part. He really has been a good baby so far, although last night he was up every 2 hours to eat, but that is to be expected, right? I'm just glad he is here and I'm not pregnant anymore!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06859273642514280659noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619898419170877318.post-87636328616656298392011-12-04T09:53:00.000-08:002011-12-05T14:02:44.583-08:00NovemberNovember was a crazy month for us- so instead of doing different posts for everything, I'm just gonna lump them all in together.<br />
The first weekend of November we went to the cabin with two guys that Ryan works with on the Gilbert Temple, and their families to the cabin. We were lucky enough to be there for the first snow of the year! We had fun sledding down the hill, watching movies and playing Kinect. There was 11 kids, so you can imagine not only the noise, but the mess!<br />
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</tbody></table>The day before we left for the cabin we got some bad news about our friend Dave Kastelar in Utah. When we lived in Utah Dave was Ryan's boss while we worked at City Creek. Dave was the first boss that Ryan has had that made him feel appreciated for the work that he did. Dave was more than a boss, he became Ryan's friend and mentor. A year ago October, Dave was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer. It was pancreatic cancer that spread to his spine. He immediately started cancer and the doctors told him he had 2-5 years to live. We kept in contact with him about his treatments and when he was in town for Okland, we had him over for dinner. The news we got that Thursday before we left for the cabin was that his health had taken a turn for the worse and that he did not have much time left. A friend of ours in Utah, Leesha, told Ryan that Dave had told her "goodbye". Ryan and I decided that we needed to get up to Utah quickly to see him. My nephews wedding was the next Friday, and I thought we could wait a week till after the wedding, but Ryan was adamant that we go Monday. I luckily had some buddy passes, and the first flight we could get on was Tuesday morning at 6am. So we farmed the kids out to my mom and my sister Nancy and went to Utah for 2 days. When we got there Tuesday morning we really didn't have anything to do, so we drove up to Bountiful and Ryan took me to Grandma Johnson's old house.<br />
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We then met up with our friend Leesha for lunch and got the latest info on Dave. He was admitted into the hospital Monday, still not exactly sure what happened that got him there, but complications with the cancer. It turns out that even on the chemo- he had developed tumors on the inside of his skull and was in a lot of pain. After lunch we drove back up to Salt Lake and waited for the ok to go to the hospital to see Dave. Here's a picture I took of Salt Lake as we drove around. The weather was absolutely beautiful. Sunny and cold, the leaves were all changing- just a perfect fall day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WC6KqmhDvfY/TtuhOs8Va_I/AAAAAAAABrI/EvqdRTQmW2U/s1600/IMG_0275.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WC6KqmhDvfY/TtuhOs8Va_I/AAAAAAAABrI/EvqdRTQmW2U/s320/IMG_0275.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> We finally went up to Huntsman's Cancer Center at the U to see Dave. It was very hard to see this 6'5" 300 lb man laying in a hospital bed, down 100lbs, pale, talking with just a whisper, only having the strength to use his hands. We told him about the kids, showed him pictures and Ryan told him all about the Gilbert Temple. He told us after talking with one of his doctors that he had decided he was done with chemo- and done trying to fight the cancer. They were going to gather their 3 kids that weekend and tell them that he was done. We could see, from the way he was talking, was that he knew that the end was near and that he was ok with it. He said he was scared to leave his family, but knew that there was nothing else he could do. The doctors said he had 4-8 weeks left. We only got to chat for a few minutes when doctors and nurses started coming in, and we knew that it was time for us to go. I grabbed his hand and gave him a squeeze, but couldn't say anything, but to thank him for all that he had done for us. He looked me in the eye and gave me some very personal advice.<br />
When Ryan and I left, we felt so emotionally and physically drained. We went back to our hotel and fell asleep. There is nothing like being with someone near death that makes your take a look at your life and realize all the wonderful blessings you have, and what really is important. It made me so grateful for Ryan and the time we get to spend together. It was so nice to have 2 whole days together. Wednesday we drove out to Roosevelt to visit Grandma and Grandpa Roberts, and lots of time in the car to just talk and be together. It seems like we are always so busy, and have so many distractions, that rarely do we have hours, just the two of us, to hang out. It really was a blessing. We flew home late Wednesday night, and back to life as usual.<br />
That Friday Dave caught pneumonia in the hospital and went into a coma Saturday. From what I heard, he did come to a few times to say good-bye to his family, and Friday the 18th he passed away. I am so glad that Ryan was persistent that we go to Utah immediately. If we would have waited, we would not have been able to talk to him. His funeral was Monday the 21st, but we were not able to attend.<br />
I still have days and times where I am overwhelmed with sadness at his passing, but I take comfort in the fact that he was at peace with his death. My heart goes to his wife and 3 kids. Cancer sucks.<br />
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Thursday night my nephew Zack had his wedding dinner. At the dinner, all the young cousins sang L-O-V-E. It was very cute, and Clark- of all kids- sang the loudest and stole the show!<br />
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Zack and Cara got married Friday, 11-11-11. Congrats!</span></td></tr>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesday the 23rd, I went with Kate and Clark on their preschool field trip. They went to the Park of the Canals to see the canal Native Americans had made when they lived in Mesa. Ms. Arlene had taught them all about the indians and pilgrims and the first Thanksgiving, so they went to the Park of Canals to have a Thanksgiving Feast.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Last but not least was Thanksgiving! Ryan's sister was in town from Texas, so we went to the Johnson's for dinner. We also went to my parents house for dessert. It was a great day of nothing but food! I sure paid for it on Friday! </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06859273642514280659noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619898419170877318.post-12460878689482255162011-10-31T19:59:00.000-07:002011-10-31T19:59:23.006-07:00HalloweenI think Halloween gets longer and longer every year! This year they dressed up 3 times- I wouldn't mind, except for the fact that I had to wash their costumes after every they wore them! This year we wanted the kids to dress up in a 'Star Wars' theme, so when the Star Wars movies came out on blue-ray, we started watching them to get them to want to dress up like Luke and Leiah. For a while Clark wanted to be Darth Vader, but we kept telling him that that was Ryan's costume, so he was content with being Luke.<br />
Our festivities started on Friday afternoon, they had a halloween birthday party, then Saturday my mom had her annual Halloween party and our ward Trunk or Treat. Today they wore their costumes all day. We went down to Ryan's jobsite to deliver Halloween cookies, they celebrated Halloween at preschool and then trick or treating around the neighborhood. Here's pics of them all dressed up!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My friend Ellen and I made up this "Jabba the Hut" costume. We really wanted to do the Star Wars theme because of Charly. She is so chubby we wanted to do Jabba for her. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Here's some of the cousins at my Mom's house. Clark, Kate, Charly, Daphne, Jovi, Jack and Nolan</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ryan and I wanted to something cute for Charly- not just Jabba the Hut, and since we both love squeezing her fat and teasing that we are gonna eat her up, we thought a candy corn was fitting!</span></td></tr>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ykBN5LEKn7A/TqYyobL5f_I/AAAAAAAABpc/rz5CEPtgtYU/s1600/IMG_1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ykBN5LEKn7A/TqYyobL5f_I/AAAAAAAABpc/rz5CEPtgtYU/s320/IMG_1024.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>What a cute baby! Don't let her smile fool you, while she can be happy and super sweet, she has recently learned how to throw a fit! She's figured out that when she fusses I'll pick her up- so I guess that one is my fault. She is also a very moody eater. One day she'll love something and then next she won't have anything to do with it! I've know that from the time she was first born, she likes what she likes and wants what she wants when she wants it! But other than that- she is such a good baby. I really do love her so much. She loves the bathtub, but is still learning that it's not so fun when she dunks her face in the water. She loves to play with Kate and Clark, and loves her Daddy. If he is home, she watches him, and he loves to make her squeal. Happy 8 months Charly!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06859273642514280659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619898419170877318.post-90341637409816271272011-10-24T20:50:00.000-07:002011-10-24T20:51:13.440-07:00Kate and Clark are 5!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Happy Birthday Kate and Clark! Saturday we celebrated Kate and Clark's 5th birthday. Last year I did a really big birthday party for them, so this year I wanted to do something more simple, but realize now that there really is no simple way to throw 2 parties at once. I wanted them to feel like they had their own party, so I let them pick the theme of their party and invite who they wanted to. Kate chose Rapunzel and Clark chose Cars. I didn't want to have to plan activities for the party- so we decided to get a bounce house and have that be the party!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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My friend Cyndi is a cake decorator and helped me with the cakes. I borrowed her Lightening McQueen pan, and last week we got together as a practice run and she showed me how to pipe on all the frosting. It is quite the ordeal. So to get ready for the party Saturday, I was up until 1:30am putting the frosting on both cakes.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Here's the bounce house. We got a great deal on the rental. My sister's neighbor rents them out and when I called to confirm our reservation, he had sold the small one we wanted, so he gave us this big one for the same price! Not too shabby! Thanks Nana for having a big backyard and letting me use it for the birthday party.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Their birthday was actually Sunday the 23rd, so we waited till Sunday to give them our presents. Grandpa Johnson came over to give them presents also. Clark got a remote control Jeep and Kate got a doll from Grandma and Grandpa.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ryan and I went to Home Depot for Clarks present. We got him a real tool pouch and put all kinds of goodies in it. Flash light, head lamp, wrenches, tape measure, mini clamps and bungee cords! He loved it!</span></td></tr>
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</tbody></table>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06859273642514280659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619898419170877318.post-19252252944843913962011-10-16T08:57:00.000-07:002011-10-24T20:15:17.538-07:007 Months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UEBhrOG5Dyw/Tpr84jq4o-I/AAAAAAAABlk/FT_ifxxfFSM/s1600/IMG_0220.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UEBhrOG5Dyw/Tpr84jq4o-I/AAAAAAAABlk/FT_ifxxfFSM/s320/IMG_0220.jpg" width="239" /></a></div>I am a little behind, again, so I've got to get this up on the blog before Charly turns 8 months. Just this last week Charly really started moving. I wouldn't call it crawling- more like army crawling- but she definitely gets around. She also had her first tooth break through, no wonder she was drooling like a fountain. She is my little buddy. Kate and Clark went to the cabin with my parents for a few days and it was so nice to just have one baby! Poor Charly had to go run errands with me the whole time! Just last night my niece came over and when I tried to give Charly to her, she kept turning back to me and wouldn't go to Hannah. That was the first time she didn't want me to give her to someone else. That made me feel loved. She is just a happy baby- and so chubby. I get comments about how cute she is all the time- and it's funny how some people are hesitant to say they think she is cute because of how chubby she is; like they are going to offend me. I LOVE her chub. I squeeze it all the time. Here's some pics-<br />
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1BzNOlhVU1U/TqYpoMZkKNI/AAAAAAAABl0/VHvNnDIcbZw/s1600/IMG_0213.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1BzNOlhVU1U/TqYpoMZkKNI/AAAAAAAABl0/VHvNnDIcbZw/s320/IMG_0213.jpg" width="239" /></a><br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Dp6cizIjs4/TqYpnN_-8LI/AAAAAAAABls/UwZsfoSIMdQ/s1600/IMG_0212.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Dp6cizIjs4/TqYpnN_-8LI/AAAAAAAABls/UwZsfoSIMdQ/s320/IMG_0212.jpg" width="239" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06859273642514280659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619898419170877318.post-75951626862824470422011-09-11T21:39:00.000-07:002011-09-11T21:39:39.020-07:00Visitor's Center<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-81I2MXNGyb4/Tm2M958Ux5I/AAAAAAAABlg/tPJvic5Qyso/s1600/IMG_0189.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-81I2MXNGyb4/Tm2M958Ux5I/AAAAAAAABlg/tPJvic5Qyso/s320/IMG_0189.jpg" width="239" /></a></div>At the beginning of the school year I started watching my 'sister's daughter Paige. Misty is my Navajo sister- she lived with my family while she was in high school and at the beginning of the summer their family moved to east Mesa. Paige comes to our house before and after school and is pretty much a part of the family now! Her older brother Brandon encouraged their family to go to church when they moved, and he started taking lessons from the Missionaries. Two weeks ago Brandon met the missionaries at the Visitor's Center to watch a video about Joseph Smith. I took Brandon and Paige down there where they met up with their mom. But of course our trip wasn't complete with the kids getting a picture in front of the Christus statue. Although I thought it was kinda silly at the time and I only had my phone to take the picture with- I love the picture now. Of all the times I've been to the visitors center- I have never taken a picture of the Christus. I'm glad we have one now.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06859273642514280659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619898419170877318.post-22600014389449545052011-09-11T21:32:00.000-07:002011-09-11T21:32:09.357-07:00Catching Up- Charly 6 Months This is my chubby baby! I am just loving this age that she is at right now. She is becoming a little bit more independent- but she is not moving yet! I love that she still stays relatively in the same place when I put her down. She is starting to rock on her hand and knees, but isn't crawling just yet. She is such a happy baby. The only time she fusses is when she is hungry or tired.<br />
When we went to Dr. Hayden for her 6 month check up, he walked in and said, "Well it doesn't look like we have failure to thrive here." HA! She now weighs 20lbs and is in the 97th percentile for weight and 90th for height. Although it looks like she eats everything- she is quite picky about what she eats. She loves carbs- breads, crackers ect- and is very picky about fruits and veggies. She is just totally different from Kate and Clark. They would eat just about everything and I went through baby food like water. I made baby food for Charly and she won't touch it. She wants what we are eating and won't eat pureed food. Figures. It is a good thing she is so dang cute. She loves to play with her Daddy and he loves to make her laugh and squeal.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ud1Gg2_dQpM/Tm2JUl8AERI/AAAAAAAABlQ/UbqVsLsKttk/s1600/IMG_0213.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ud1Gg2_dQpM/Tm2JUl8AERI/AAAAAAAABlQ/UbqVsLsKttk/s320/IMG_0213.jpg" width="239" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lqTimqqYL50/Tm2Jd_E9bpI/AAAAAAAABlc/r62lL6-sRQE/s1600/IMG_0852.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lqTimqqYL50/Tm2Jd_E9bpI/AAAAAAAABlc/r62lL6-sRQE/s320/IMG_0852.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06859273642514280659noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619898419170877318.post-42534145862910685952011-09-11T21:22:00.000-07:002011-09-11T21:22:55.563-07:00Catching Up- Cabin Trip<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I know I have about a million posts about going to the cabin- but we just love it up there. This time we took our friends, the Neely's. It was a beautiful weekend out of the heat. It rained Saturday afternoon and I don't think the temperature got above 75 the whole time. Another bonus was that the kids just played ALL day together!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Even the Dad's had to get into the action of feeding the fish worms.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It's hard to see the dent up on the side- but that is where his head hit the Tahoe.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When we first got this Tahoe, I thought,"This is nice, but I still like my<br />
Tahoe better." Well let's just say after driving it for 2 weeks I did not want to give<br />
it back. My most favorite parts- 1) Remote start. It is awesome. Being able to<br />
start the car when you are walking in the parking lot and have it cooling down<br />
before you even get it in is divine. 2) Bose speakers. For those of you who know my love for<br />
dance music will understand my love for a nice stereo system in a car. 3) It was a very smooth ride.<br />
Now that I'm back in our tahoe- I realize how smooth the new one is.<br />
Too bad it is going to be many years before I get to drive a new car again!</span></td></tr>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-82IpOCf-LSQ/Tm2BTiIu2OI/AAAAAAAABkc/eZYUoBz7MXc/s1600/IMG_0809.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-82IpOCf-LSQ/Tm2BTiIu2OI/AAAAAAAABkc/eZYUoBz7MXc/s320/IMG_0809.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IiRsh_3Ph58/Tm2BVHaGd3I/AAAAAAAABkg/5PZdtr6eJyo/s1600/IMG_0810.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IiRsh_3Ph58/Tm2BVHaGd3I/AAAAAAAABkg/5PZdtr6eJyo/s320/IMG_0810.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Kate and Clark started preschool with Ms. Arlene on August 11th. Not only do they absolutely love going to preschool, but I love Ms. Arlene and her curriculum. Everything she teaches is religious based and she takes her lessons from the Bible and Book of Mormon. There are so many things I could say about what she teaches- but I will just say she is AWESOME! And I will admit that I am loving my break 3 days a week. :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06859273642514280659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619898419170877318.post-15770651796838942142011-09-11T20:44:00.000-07:002011-09-11T20:44:36.946-07:00Catching Up- Charly 5 Months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wdkS-yZ9IFA/Tm1__wBWeOI/AAAAAAAABkM/3xhRK-TnuYs/s1600/IMG_0785.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wdkS-yZ9IFA/Tm1__wBWeOI/AAAAAAAABkM/3xhRK-TnuYs/s320/IMG_0785.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oHhz68-DwE4/Tm2AEjGl3xI/AAAAAAAABkU/VfDjGOYeztc/s1600/IMG_0790.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oHhz68-DwE4/Tm2AEjGl3xI/AAAAAAAABkU/VfDjGOYeztc/s320/IMG_0790.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Since so much time has passed since Charly was 5 months- I'm just gonna post the picture and her stats. She weighed 17lbs and was 24 inches long.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06859273642514280659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619898419170877318.post-11683959513959473332011-07-26T20:40:00.000-07:002011-07-26T20:40:53.093-07:00A Time And A SeasonYes, it is true- there is a time and a season for everything in life, and unfortunately for me, that means my days of swimming on Mesa Aquatics Masters are coming to a close. I have been swimming masters since we moved home from Utah, about a year and half ago and I absolutely love it. I swim 3 days a week, right smack in the middle of the day- so not only do I get a little bit of 'me time' but I get to work out and get a tan all at the same time. It has been increasing more difficult with the three kids to work it into our schedule and find babysitters. Both my mom and Ryan's mom have been watching them once a week, but to make it worth the monthly dues, I really need to go at least 3 days a week. So really, babysitting is the only issue. So I looked into going back to the gym, and for the same amount of money I pay to swim every month, I can get a gym membership with unlimited daycare. So it just makes more sense to go back to the gym.<br />
I really liked working out at the gym when I went before, but I'm kinda nervous to go back. Swimming was not only a workout, but a time for me to socialize and have friends. I think I will miss that just as much as being in the water. So if you work out at Mountainside Fitness- let me know- I need a friend! I'm hoping that when Kate and Clark are in school full time, maybe I can go back to swimming.<br />
Why is it so hard to close chapters of our lives and move on to new ones?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06859273642514280659noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619898419170877318.post-53799823402294254892011-07-19T20:32:00.000-07:002011-07-19T20:32:01.632-07:00Kate Lost a Tooth<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZToRwBwxhI/TiZK7Sc0OxI/AAAAAAAABkA/goodaDl-1zY/s1600/IMG_0782.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZToRwBwxhI/TiZK7Sc0OxI/AAAAAAAABkA/goodaDl-1zY/s320/IMG_0782.jpg" width="240" /></a></div> Last Saturday Kate lost her first tooth. The kids were eating their breakfast and I was washing bottles when I noticed Kate's teeth on the bottom looked a little off. There was a gap in her teeth where there shouldn't be. I looked in her mouth to see if she had cracked a tooth or something and then she skipped off to the bathroom to inspect for herself. Then she comes skipping back with her tooth in hand! First I cannot believe that she didn't cry, because she takes after her mother and is kinda a wuss. Second- what 4 year olds start loosing teeth? I thought that didn't happen till 6 or so. You can see from Clark's grumpy face in the background, he was pretty upset he didn't loose a tooth. We put the tooth under her pillow that night and the Tooth Fairy brought her one whole dollar!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06859273642514280659noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619898419170877318.post-55475403284161406072011-07-19T20:25:00.000-07:002011-07-19T20:25:59.344-07:00Charly Goes Swimming<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I bought her a swim suit at Target when she was first born,<br />
but now it is way too small. Luckily her cousin Daphne had<br />
one to spare- so now she has this one.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She is really starting to love the water. It took her a little while<br />
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Monday the 4th our ward had a big pancake breakfast and 'raingutter regatta'. Basically it's like the pinewood derby with homemade sail boats. Ryan procrastinated making Kate and Clarks boats until Monday, so he drove down to the job site at 5 am to get some foam to make the boats. They were actually some of the best boats there!<br />
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In the afternoon we went to Ryan's parent's house to go swimming and Ryan and I sneaked away and saw Transformers. That night we did fireworks with our neighbors across the street. God Bless America!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06859273642514280659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619898419170877318.post-62798191449617575632011-07-19T17:02:00.000-07:002011-07-19T17:02:02.684-07:00New Hair Do<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When Charly turned 3 months old I started loosing my hair- BAD. It's still coming out in gobs. So when it came time to get my hair done, I needed to do something different. It was either chop it all off or cut bangs. One night while watching the Bachelorette, I was looking at Ashley's bangs and decided I should give it a try. So after not having bangs since the 7th grade, my friend Jessica, who I went to beauty school with, did the honors. I am liking my new "do", especially the part about not blowdrying it and just curling it!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vBrL4Q5_tWM/TiYYLz5TS8I/AAAAAAAABio/rCi3yGuwiBc/s1600/IMG_0143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vBrL4Q5_tWM/TiYYLz5TS8I/AAAAAAAABio/rCi3yGuwiBc/s320/IMG_0143.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06859273642514280659noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619898419170877318.post-79998631380970818982011-07-19T16:49:00.000-07:002011-07-19T16:49:36.707-07:00Father's Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Here's Ryan's gifts and his Father's Day card. (Thank you Family Fun Magazine)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Traditional Haynes breakfast- blintzes. They are like crepes, but you put a cheese filling<br />
in the middle and strawberries on top. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The hat was a big hit. Ryan is SUPER picky about hats.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And some new sandals. Believe it or not, Ryan had been wearing my black Reef<br />
sandals. Yes my feet are big, but not that big, they were very small on him.<br />
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So although our Father's Day wasn't super extravagant, it is not a reflection on how<br />
awesome a Daddy Ryan is. I am so lucky to have such a wonderful husband and awesome Father<br />
to our kids. Love you Rye!</span></td></tr>
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