tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48182323618401019232024-02-06T23:03:56.672-07:00The Greenwood FamilyKristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05125733034859717808noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818232361840101923.post-18321159186396807572013-10-17T19:58:00.001-06:002013-10-17T19:58:06.362-06:00A Little Info<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue;">Hi Everyone!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue;"> So, I know I haven't posted in forever, (being a student, wife, and mom will do that to you:), but I wanted to let you know that I finally joined the Facebook universe! I might not keep up a whole ton on that either, but I promise to at least try.:) </span></span>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05125733034859717808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818232361840101923.post-6886935243039025192013-01-30T15:07:00.000-07:002013-01-30T15:07:00.999-07:00Some Random Pictures<span style="color: #351c75;"> Ok, so rather than create a super-long post with updates about everything we've been up to for the last several months, I'm just going to share some pictures and comments. (Here's hoping it's at least a little bit shorter...:)</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">I took this on a short trip we took to San Diego. I absolutely love this temple, and it was fun to get different viewpoints of the spires and facade.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">This is the USS Midway, which is just off the coast in San Diego Harbor. I really liked the big statue that commemorated the famous picture from the celebration that WWII was over.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Mary's 5th birthday cake was covered in Mario character figurines. She's the only girl I know who will turn down a princess movie for a good Wii game if Luigi is in it. (She was him for Halloween while in preschool.:)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Just before running a race at Thanksgiving Point. My kids did so great! Each of them placed in the top ten of their age group, and Savannah and Isaiah were high enough to even get trophies! Way to go, guys!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Preschool graduation with Teacher Nisha. The frog Mary's holding was their class pet for the year, Frederick. There was a raffle at graduation, and she won! Needless to say, he's taken up residence on her bed.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Savannah had just finished her gymnastics exhibition and is holding a trophy her grandparents gave her. She did a fantastic job, too.:)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Is this not the cutest costume for a ballet recital you've ever seen? Mary even got to dance with her ballerina teddy bear. So sweet!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">During the summer, the kids decided to do a show for me and their dad, complete with skits, songs, and dancing. This is during one of the skits (that's a cash register in Isaiah's lap), and I just love that smirk on his face. They were so excited!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">So I found a video online for how to create beachy waves in your hair by twisting it up overnight. Apparently, I did something wrong when I tried it on Savannah...good thing we had time to do her hair normally before church.:)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Isaiah has gotten to the point where he adores baseball. He even asked for a new bat this Christmas, despite the fact that he can't really use it until Spring. We sure love watching him, so here's hoping that continues.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Isaiah's also been obsessed with Pokemon this past year. I loved making this cake for his birthday because it was relatively simple, but turned out fantastically. Thanks again Shari for showing me how to use food coloring to make it rainbow colored on the inside, too.:)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Mary's first day of Kindergarten! What a big girl! (And for those of you who are wondering, I did get a little misty about my youngest being so big. Just a little though.:)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Visiting the witches at Gardener Village with cousin Max. It's a tradition of ours to go see them every year, and we love it!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">This is another witch from Gardner Village that we loved. She's holding an "eye-phone", trying to get reception up on the roof.:)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">This is Savannah's very first piano recital, in which she played fantastically with our neighbor. She also participated in an ensemble festival and technic exam, and did great in both. Way to go!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Mary absolutely loved her first year of soccer and all the running around she got to do in her favorite purple shorts. (It may have helped a little bit that her dad was the assistant coach.:)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Isaiah also got the chance to try out flag football this year, and totally LOVED it! (So did his mom. This is a great alternative to seeing your kid get tackled and worrying about injuries.:)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">This is from Isaiah's Halloween program. I love how much this kid adores singing. (He certainly seems more enthused than whoever he's sitting next to.:)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Savannah did a great job in her program for Veteran's Day/Voting. The funny thing was that even though she's one of the smallest in her grade, because she had a speaking part, she ended up on the back row. Every time they stood up to sing, she just disappeared...:)</span></td></tr>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Well, that's some of what we've been up to, but there's so much more. Now if only I can find the pictures...:)</span><br />
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<br />Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05125733034859717808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818232361840101923.post-17410065883150651002012-05-14T11:07:00.000-06:002012-05-14T11:08:41.301-06:00Yes, I'm Still Here<span style="color: #674ea7;"> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">No, I haven't dropped off the face of the planet. Although sometimes I almost wish I would...:) Life has been absolutely crazy these last few months! I always thought I was organized before, but I've had to become ridiculously organized and set my priorities straight. Trying to get my brain to remember how to do schoolwork hasn't been a picnic, but it has been going pretty well. Thank heavens I made it through my first semester! And I'm proud to say that I acutally did quite well, thanks in no small part to my fabulous husband and children for helping me through. (There's nothing like a hug from your children or an encouraging word from your husband to boost your confindence levels.:) I actually made it through college level algebra and health. Now onto biology...:)</span></span><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Everything is pretty fantastic, all things considered. Aside from some minor viruses, everyone is healthy and strong, and the kids are as busy as ever. Savannah started taking piano lessons and is doing a fabulous job! It's so much fun for me to watch her try and remember what her teacher said and how she is suppossed to do things. She even gets up at 6:30 every morning in order to read her scriptures and get her practicing in before school! (That's my girl!:) Isaiah has been loving baseball again this year, and is extra excited because his dad is his coach. (Jason does a great job, by the way.) He has so much energy that running after the ball just comes naturally to him. His swing is getting more power behind it too.:) Mary has been absolutely loving learning to read, and she graduates from preschool this week! How crazy is that? When did my kids get so grown up? (Maybe it has something to do with their mom reaching her 30s...:)</span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Jason's work has been going well, too. I admire that man so much. I don't know that I could handle working outside every day, no matter what the weather holds for you. Yet he does it without complaint. We're now reaching the part of the year where he gets LOTS of sun, but that doesn't even faze him. (It just creates an interesting tan line.:) And through it all, he still finds the time and energy to support his wife with her schooling and spend time with each of the kids. He's the best ever! He also decided to surprise me this year and combine my birthday and Mother's Day gifts by taking me to Anniversary Inn in Salt Lake in a couple of weeks. I am ridiculously excited!!!!</span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Here's hoping the coming months are every bit as much crazy fun!</span>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05125733034859717808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818232361840101923.post-67032714690882847842012-01-25T19:21:00.000-07:002012-01-25T19:21:01.955-07:00Savannah's Birthday and Baptism<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl9WeP3-3rIbCqtUPdXocYbcEHFNv_s070fAJRzyNSUjQLcSvmN13DNvROkq4QUjvaTBlSd10H0bIu1GvsFdiTMZ7kuF5Y5j6hktUsZXSEob9gHFwkCHLYyKClj4kq09mFp9PvrE-ke_fC/s1600/IMG_0032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl9WeP3-3rIbCqtUPdXocYbcEHFNv_s070fAJRzyNSUjQLcSvmN13DNvROkq4QUjvaTBlSd10H0bIu1GvsFdiTMZ7kuF5Y5j6hktUsZXSEob9gHFwkCHLYyKClj4kq09mFp9PvrE-ke_fC/s320/IMG_0032.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;"> I can't believe my sweet little girl is 8! Honeslty, where does the time go? But then again, she really is quite grown up. She's always checking on me to make sure my legs are feeling okay, and she's the first one to jump up and help, even before I ask. The other day I was making spaghetti and meatballs for when Jason's brother Taz came home, and asked her if she wanted to learn how to roll the meatballs. Now remember, we had about 200 or so to make. I was all set to show her and then let her do a few. I figured she'd loose interest after awhile. Boy, was I wrong. She loved it and helped me roll the entire batch. She even came back up later to see if there were anymore to do.:) I'm always so proud of her, but never more so than when she made the decision to be baptized. It wasn't even a question for her. She's been excited about it for months, and even made sure to invite her great-grandpa who's a non-member. When the bishop asked her why she wanted to be baptized, she immediately said, "So I can be like Jesus." Did I mention how proud I am of her?:)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>July</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><u>Isaiah turned 6</u>--I can't believe how big this kid is! Plus, he has the energy of about 3 6-year-olds. I hope he keeps that zest for life later, but right now, sometimes I wish he'd just calm down for 2 seconds! (Such is the life of a mom.) He was really excited this year because we went to Draper Days on his birthday, which means he had his very own fireworks! How cool is that? (I have pictures of this, but I'm not exactly sure where the CD is at the moment. I'll post them later if I find it.:)</span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><u>Swimming lessons</u>--My kids are seriously little fish. I've never seen anybody who loves the water so much. Normally teachers will have to talk kids into putting their heads under the water, but with my kids, they have to be reminded to stay ABOVE water. Savannah was even brave enough to go off the high dive, which is something her mom still gets nervous about. Sometimes I wonder if they have gills...:)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>August</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><u>Missing a husband</u>--For a lot of the month, Jason was out of town on work, either in Fillmore or somewhere in South Dakota. (I know. What fabulous locations.:) I had to get creative to figure out stuff for the kids to do during summer break that didn't involve spending money, but we sure had fun. We even managed to finish a few projects around the house! All the same, everyone was sure glad when Daddy came home!</span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><u>Fun at Lagoon and the cabin</u>--One of the best things about summer for me is that we all go to Lagoon together as a family. I didn't get to go a lot as a kid, and I'm so glad that we've made it a yearly tradition. It always makes for such great memories. Plus, this year we went up to the family cabin in Lava Hot Springs right after and relaxed for a few days. Now that's my kind of vacation!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>September</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><u>School starts again</u>!--You mean I don't have to entertain my kids all day every day anymore? That's fantastic! Why didn't somebody think of that sooner?:)</span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><u>Singing in a FABULOUS choir</u>--I was very fortunate to be asked to sing in the choir for the Relief Sociey session of General Conference. What an amazing experience! The music was beautiful, and the spirituality of the practices and performance was something I'll never forget. I feel so blessed to have been a part of something so spectacular. (Even if we did spend a LONG time down on Temple Square the day of the broadcast.:) And for those of you who've been asking, yes, that was me in the close-up on camera. (Actually, the camera was pretty much right in my face. Let me tell you, it was really difficult to pretend it wasn't there.:)</span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><u>Isaac leaving on his mission</u>--Jason ended up having two brothers as missionaries at the same time! His youngest brother, Isaac, left in September to the Seattle Washington mission. He's doing a fantastic job, and I hope he's not getting too soggy in all that rain...</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>October</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><u>Happy Halloween</u>--I love that my kids still like to pick cute costumes out as oppossed to the scary ones. It's so much more fun! This year we had a Mario and Luigi, as well as Alice and 2 Mad Hatters (one old movie and one new). The best part by far though was that Jason grew out his hair just so he could be a fantasic Johnny Depp Mad Hatter for Savannah's Alice. He looked absolutely amazing. (He even did his makeup by himself. I had no idea I married such a talented man.:)</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">This looks kind-of like an engagement photo to me, and I love it! Who says we can't still love each other after almost 10 years?:)</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><span style="color: #674ea7;"><u>Savannah's program</u>--Each year the kids get to do a program at school, and for Savannah's grade that means Halloween. It was super cute, and I love how you can always hear my kids singing, even in a big group. They love it, and so does their mom. Savannah did such a fantastic job on her speaking part as well. (She could even reach the microphone this time.:)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>November</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><u>Remembering gratitude</u>--We had a small medical scare thanks in part to my fabulous blood clotting genes. I had gone of my medication for a couple of days in order to have an endoscopy (lucky me) and my legs were quite sore for a couple of weeks after. I went to have an ultrasound and discovered what looked like more clots. I thought, "Oh, great. I seriously have to do this again? Really?" But during the procedure, the doctor let me know that it was actually more scar tissue from when they treated me a couple of times over the summer. I was sore, but I'd be okay, and I got to go home. The neat thing was that it was almost exactly a year after I first was fighting the clots, and right before Thanksgiving. It was as if Heavenly Father was saying, "You remember what you learned about gratitude last year? Yeah, don't forget that." It was most definately a very good reminder.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>December</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><u>Programs</u>--Savannah's school program was for Halloween, Isaiah's was for Christmas. Remember what I said about being able to hear my kids no matter what? That's especially true for Isaiah. He has such a love for music, and can't wait to sing it at the top of his lungs. (Mary's that way too.) He did such a fantastic job. Mary had her preschool program and a dance showcase as well, and I just had to smile at how excited she was to sing, and more especially to dance. She would focus long enough to do the steps her teacher asked, but she would jump up and down between each section. Super cute!:) She did a really good job, too.</span><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="color: #674ea7;"><u>Christmas</u>--Christmas was awesome, fantastic, and completely crazy. We have tons of family to visit anyway, but adding in the concept of it being on Sunday and working around everyone's meetings, trying to plan to be at Jason's parents' house when his missionary brothers called, and my brother Tony and his wife having a new baby 2 days before (yay for Braden!:), things were just nuts. It was all enjoyable, but I did feel bad for my kids. About halfway through the day, Mary asked if we could go home yet so she could play with her new toys. Too bad we still had 2 more places to go that day...:) I was really proud of my kids this year too. Normally their gifts to each other consist of whatever they think would be okay at Wal-Mart. But this year, each of them really thought about things the others had said they wanted and got those instead. Let me tell you, it is such a fantastic feeling as a parent to see the smiles not only from the one receiving the gift, but from the one giving it as well when they know they really picked something the other would want. And they all even waited until after church to open their presents, since our meeting was at 9:00. The true meaning of Christmas was most definately in focus this year, despite all the craziness, and I LOVED IT!</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">I had to put in this picture of Isaiah with his bomb Angry Bird from Santa. All the kids got a bird and a pig in their stockings, but he was by far the most excited. Love that smile!</span></td></tr>
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><u>Taz's homecoming</u>--The missionaries are back down to one! Jason's brother Taz returned from Monterey, Mexico and is just as awesome as ever. I would say even more so than when he left. (Missions tend to do that.:) We're all super excited he's home, but I don't think anyone is more so than my husband. I've never seen him that happy before, and I've seen him at some pretty happy times. I can only imagine how it will be when Isaac comes home as well.</span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><u>Going back to school</u>--So I decided to be nuts and go back to college. (As if I don't already have enough to do.) My kids are getting to the age where it's a possibility, and I've always wanted to. I will eventually be persuing a degree in music education, but at the moment, I'm finishing some general classes online that never got finished at the Y. It's going pretty well, but it's really interesting to try and figure out college-level math when I haven't had to think that way in about a decade. I'm reaching into parts of my brain that I forgot existed, which causes a few headaches. Here's hoping it keeps going as well as it has been.:)</span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"> So, that's what on earth we've been up to lately. Here's hoping I get a little more time to update things on this blog more frequently, but I'm not making any promises.:)</span>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05125733034859717808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818232361840101923.post-89492142370378587652011-12-07T11:10:00.000-07:002011-12-07T11:10:55.714-07:00Does Life Ever Calm Down?<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> You know how life gets so busy and you keep thinking that you'll have time to get around to things when it calms down? Well, what happens if things don't calm down?:) I think that's been the story for the Greenwoods the past few months. At first I thought summer would be relaxing. But then my husband was working out of town for most of it and I had to think of stuff for the kids to do all day so they didn't notice. Then I thought things would be calmer when the kids went back to school. But I forgot about all the homework and projects and me becoming the family taxi driver. Then I figured that the holidays would be busy, but at least lots of fun. You'd think I'd remember how crazy everything was last year...Oh, well. At least I've updated the blog enough so that it doesn't look like it's the middle of summer anymore. Maybe someday soon I'll get around to doing something like posting pictures.:)</span>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05125733034859717808noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818232361840101923.post-5606500228378820642011-06-28T10:20:00.001-06:002011-06-28T10:21:16.892-06:00More Random Pictures<span style="color: #351c75;"> Here's a few more random shots that didn't make it in anywhere, but I had to share.:)</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">I know it's hard to tell, but these are antelope! There was this whole herd of them just hanging out in the farmer's field across from Wal-Mart. We HAD to stop and stare for a little while.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">After petting the rays at Sea World: "I gotta wash my hands." (Mary still says that everytime she sees this picture.:)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">I took this after Jason and I had a temple date. I couldn't believe how beautiful it looked.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">This is from Mary's birthday party at my parent's house. I love how excited Papa (my grandpa) is to be singing to her. (He just loves her, and calls her Mary J. So cute!)</span></td></tr>
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</tbody></table> <span style="color: #351c75;">Thanks for letting me share!</span>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05125733034859717808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818232361840101923.post-14001145708177054882011-06-28T09:59:00.000-06:002011-06-28T09:59:00.055-06:00Thanksgiving Point Fun <span style="color: #351c75;">A little while back Jason ran in the Thanksgiving Point Half-Marathon with his sister and brother. (They did a fantastic job, by the way.) In the race packet there were wrist-bands for all the activities at Thanksgiving Point, so we decided to go make a day out of it. I mean, how often do you get to do that sort of thing for free? What a fabulous time we had! My kids couldn't believe we got to do Farm Country and the Dinosaur Museum in the same day. (Usually it's one or the other due to cost.) I particularly enjoyed the fact that Jason got to come with us this time. He's usually working when we go, but this time it was Saturday. The kids absolutely loved pointing everything out to him, too.:)</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">I love the smiles in this picture. They were so excited to get to pet that little lamb.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">I just had to inculde a picture of Isaiah's favorite. He's been obsessed with pigs lately, and was absolutely thrilled that there were some to pet. I guess they are pretty cute.:)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Digging for dinosaur bones</span></td></tr>
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</tbody></table> <span style="color: #351c75;">What a fantastic day! I hope we all get to go back again soon. (Maybe I can talk Jason into running another race...:)</span>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05125733034859717808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818232361840101923.post-27241471966863299092011-06-28T09:44:00.000-06:002011-06-28T09:44:55.411-06:00Baseball and Gymnastics <span style="color: #351c75;">I really love how active my kids are. Sometimes it's hard for me to keep up! Isaiah just finished baseball season, and he totally loved it! He was so excited that he got to be in coach pitch this year. He did a great job, too. The funny thing was about halfway through the season he went from hitting almost every pitch to missing a lot. It took us a while to figure out that his swing speed had gotten a lot faster, and so his timing was all messed up. But, he practiced hard and before long he was back to getting hits, this time with a lot more distance due to the power and speed in his swing. It was awesome to see his face light up when he'd connect and hit it far. Way to go, buddy!</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Look at that stance. He's so ready to go!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">This is actually one of the only times I caught him holding still in the outfield. He was always jumping around or trying to talk to somebody. I guess he still does have 5-year-old focus.:)</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table> <span style="color: #351c75;">Savannah had her first gymnastics exhibition a few weeks ago as well. It was a lot of fun, and I loved how official the teachers made everything. It was just like a real meet, right down to how the students walked and rotated to each event. So cool! Savannah was great, too. She's doing such a fantastic job learning how to tumble and dance around. She loves swinging over the bars especially. There was even a little awards ceremony at the end, and all the students took turns standing at the top of the podium. Good practice, right?:)</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">A lot of the pictures ended up blurry because of all the movement, but I love how in this one she's the only one in focus. That's where our attention was anyway, right?</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Look at that smile! She was so proud. Her mom was, too.:)</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><span style="color: #351c75;"> Way to go, you guys! Great job!:)</span>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05125733034859717808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818232361840101923.post-69790773776689999122011-06-26T15:14:00.000-06:002011-06-26T15:14:46.745-06:00Such a Big Girl <span style="color: #351c75;">In April, my little Mary turned 4! She is such a big girl! Sometimes I can't believe how grown up she is. But, if I ever forget, she'll remind me.:)</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Yes, that is a Twinkie with candles in it. I already had to make a cake for the family party and cupcakes for another one, so on the actual day of her birthday we had Twinkies. I can only bake so much!:)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Opening presents--most of which had to do with the movie <em>Tangled</em></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Blowing out the cupcakes, which, of course, are pink</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Mary's pink princess cake, with ice cream cone turrets. (She's become almost obsessed with princesses lately, and asked for a castle cake. Thankfully, I at least had an idea of what to do. The rest came through looking at pictures and some trial and error.)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Happy Birthday, Mary! We love you, big girl!</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05125733034859717808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818232361840101923.post-65900877154522891842011-06-26T15:04:00.000-06:002011-06-26T15:04:28.727-06:00Ms. Toothless<span style="color: #351c75;"> Savannah took a while to start loosing her teeth, but once she did, they all started to go. All four of her front teeth fell out within a few months of each other. My dad has started to call her "Toothless." It does make for a cute smile, though.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Her tooth has to be in a baggie so it won't get lost in her bed and the Tooth Fairy can find it in the dark.:)</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05125733034859717808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818232361840101923.post-45732785635233905292011-06-26T15:00:00.000-06:002011-06-26T15:00:23.482-06:00California Dreamin' <span style="color: #351c75;">Back at the beginning of March we were able to go to California for a family vacation. We were planning on going last fall, but my lovely health issues wouldn't allow that. Thankfully, we were able to go finally, and what a blast we had. We decided to drive to save the money, but in retrospect I think we'll fly next time. (My kids did FANTASTIC in the car. It was more their mom who had to keep stopping to exercise my legs. We got really good at cleaning up after being car-sick, too.:) We stopped overnight in Vegas and had fun at Circus Circus, then left the next morning in order to get to our hotel in Aneheim by around lunchtime. We hit the beach that first day, although I think the locals thought we were nuts. To us, 60 degrees was very warm since it was snowing back home, but they were all bundled up in sweatshirts and long pants, if they were even on the beach at all. We did get a few of them smiling, though.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Savannah was so excited to find seashells. Thankfully, we convinced her to leave them at the beach...:)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">I just love this picture of Isaiah. He was THRILLED to see the ocean, and couldn't stop jumping around.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><span style="color: #351c75;"> Next came a few days of Disneyland. For those of you who've never been during the off-season, I most highly recommend it. Sure, a few of the rides were closed, but the longest we ever waited in line was 30 minutes, and that was for Space Mountain and Peter Pan. (The normal wait was about 15 or less. Awesome!) I absolutely loved watching my kids react to everything. They were so excited, they could barely stand it! There's just something about the magic of that place for kids, and even their parents.:)</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">This was taken just before we went in. Do you see those smiles?</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">There's a great story with this picture. Mary LOVES Mickey and Minnie Mouse. We had waited in line to see Mickey, but had yet to really see Minne. We were walking through California Adventure when Mary suddenly starts jumping up and down and takes off running. We look up just in time to see her run to Minnie, who was also jumping.:) We were lucky to get the camera out in time. Thanks for making my girl's day, Minnie!:)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">About halfway through the day, Savannah and Mary decided to start posing for all of the pictures, since I had taken so many. Aren't they cute?:)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">I love how Mary can't even stop looking at Mickey long enough to take the picture. She was SO thrilled!</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><span style="color: #351c75;"> Something else I absolutely loved about this trip was that we decided to just make eating at the park part of the plan, so it was in the budget. Because of that, we didn't just go to the cheapest places, and as a result had some FABULOUS food. (Although, most of the food at Disneyland is fabulous.) My favorite was Cafe Orleans, just outside Pirates of the Carribean. They have the most amazing parmesean-coated french fries, with a tasty remoulade sauce for dipping. We loved them so much, I searched the internet for days when we got back until I found the basic recipie, and then played with it in the kitchen until they were replicated. SO yummy!</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;"> We also hit Sea World while we were at it. It was a little strange because almost nobody was there, but it was also fun to have everything more to ourselves. We got great seating for all the shows, and walking between the arenas was a lot more pleasant.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">I can't believe I actually got this shot. My timing had been off with my other attempts, but I decided to give it one last try. Boy, am I glad I did!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">The sea lion show was absolutely hilarious! Here are some of the performers pretending to be CSI investigators.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Waiting for the pet show...with Angry Birds. (That's about how the trip went. Any time we were sitting anywhere for longer than a couple of minutes, whether it was in line, at a show, at the hotel, or in the car, at least one of the kids would say, "Dad, can I play Angry Birds on your phone?" I think we passed most of the levels off on the first day...:)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Petting the rays in their swimming pool--so fun!</span><br />
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</tbody></table> <span style="color: #351c75;">We had an amazing time, and I can't wait to go back! Too bad it takes at least three years to save up the money needed in order to go...:)</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">So long, California! Hope to see you soon!</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05125733034859717808noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818232361840101923.post-72594190063033057292011-06-26T14:21:00.000-06:002011-06-26T14:21:34.590-06:00The Make-Over <span style="color: #351c75;">So, the other day I hear my girls calling from upstairs, "Mom! Come look at us!" Here's what I found:</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik4Le8U2IIsri3XN5j4L4GhA4u703q3OYWFlviPfeoN9EUlYYaeopevmhEPLhE5UAwqbS4SDfO2vYgAtgWGsAMwbT1Zhpf80hMTOr0DISfDodEUtNeWr8B5U3s3JdntMFvot15G0POfQHM/s1600/IMG_0213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik4Le8U2IIsri3XN5j4L4GhA4u703q3OYWFlviPfeoN9EUlYYaeopevmhEPLhE5UAwqbS4SDfO2vYgAtgWGsAMwbT1Zhpf80hMTOr0DISfDodEUtNeWr8B5U3s3JdntMFvot15G0POfQHM/s320/IMG_0213.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">I think we're going to have a talk about making it look like your not wearing any makeup when you put it on. Then again, I'd love to be able to get away with wearing eyeshadow like that.:)</span></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05125733034859717808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818232361840101923.post-70968466272566741182011-06-21T18:42:00.000-06:002011-06-21T18:42:00.711-06:00It's been HOW LONG? <span style="color: #351c75;">I can't believe how crazy my life has become! Between school finishing, swimming lessons, vacations, sports, doctor's appointments, and everything else, I barely have time to breathe! I have tons of pictures to upload, and hopefully soon I'll actually have some time to do it. Stay tuned!:)</span>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05125733034859717808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818232361840101923.post-82619506202451582332011-04-12T12:20:00.000-06:002011-04-12T12:20:59.090-06:00A Great Little Pick-Me-Up<span style="color: #351c75;"> So, with all of this fabulous April weather, I was feeling a little down the other day. I had to go grocery shopping in the rain and, of course, all the food packaging got pretty wet, as well as Mary and I. It was freezing cold, and so we decided to go to this little coffee shop nearby called Coffee Creations and get some hot chocolate. I'd been there before, but usually during the summer to get frozen hot chocolate, which is completely fabulous. Since I had no idea what to get, the cashier suggested something called the "Sinful Mormon." (Only in Utah, right?:) It's a mix of Dutch chocolate, white chocolate, carmel, and English toffee. I cannot even tell you how absolutely wonderful this stuff was! I recommend it completely for anyone in need of a dose of sunshine. It certainly perked my day up.:)</span>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05125733034859717808noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818232361840101923.post-35149545214429918832011-02-17T13:48:00.000-07:002011-02-17T13:48:35.319-07:00Random Family Pictures<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></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 style="color: #351c75;">Goofing off at Jungle Jim's Playland--Savannah must really like that pizza:)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">At the hotel in St. George--adorable!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">My kids totally love their cousins--so cute!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">At the narrows in St. George--I'm not really sure what they're all looking at...</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">My cute girls with matching braided pigtails--Mary saw me braiding Savannah's hair and asked if she could be like her big sister:)</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><span style="color: #351c75;">I love my little family!:)</span>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05125733034859717808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818232361840101923.post-40323184096494359462011-02-17T13:29:00.000-07:002011-02-17T13:29:45.190-07:00St. George Half Marathon <span style="color: #351c75;"> You know, I'm not sure I'll ever understand the appeal of running, but my husband sure loves it. He recently completed another half marathon, this time in St. George. I was really impressed because almost his entire family ran this year as well, and every single one of them finished! Wahoo! Jason totally amazed me as well. He finished in 1:34, and it was like he'd never even been running. He had so much energy and was entirely too happy for someone who just ran 13 miles. But then again, he's always like that.:)</span> <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 style="color: #351c75;">All the kids waiting at the finish line</span></td></tr>
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</tbody></table><span style="color: #351c75;"> I'm so proud of you, honey. I never knew it was possible to run so far and still be so happy. Way to go!:)</span>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05125733034859717808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818232361840101923.post-17042580639599221972011-02-17T13:19:00.000-07:002011-02-17T13:19:31.443-07:00Savannah is 7! <span style="color: #351c75;">I can hardly believe my little girl is almost old enough to be baptized. She is so grown up! I'm so impressed with how loving and giving she is. She's always more worried about everyone else and is quick to offer help when she knows someone needs it. (That quality is really going to serve her well. I really hope she keeps it.:) Here are some pictures of the festivities:</span> <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 style="color: #351c75;">I just love her big smile, complete with missing teeth.:)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Savannah asked if she could have a cheesecake for her birthday this year instead of a regular one. This is a girl after my own heart.:)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Happy birthday, sweetheart! I'm so proud of you and love you very much!</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05125733034859717808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818232361840101923.post-33016213054008538662011-02-17T13:06:00.002-07:002011-02-18T09:40:46.338-07:00Holiday Fun!<span style="color: #351c75;"> I know I'm totally late, but I thought I should really post at least a few pictures from Christmas. (Thanks a bunch to Ann for helping me get the whole camera mess straightened out!:) We had a fabulous holiday, and surprisingly it was much more relaxed than normal. We have lots of family close by, so Christmas day is usually spent running from place to place. Somehow it all worked out this year that things were much more mellow. (I guess it helps when great-grandparents show up at grandparents houses.) We were able to spend a fabulous morning at home, head to Jason's parents to say hello and talk with his missionary brother over the phone, and then headed to my parents. The funniest part for me was when we were heading back home again we realized it was dinner time. Nobody felt like preparing anything, (after all, it was Christmas) so we ended up getting Panda Express. I'll never forget how long the line was, but it ended up being a lot of fun. (There aren't many restaurants open on Christmas Day.:) We ended our great day by hanging out at Jason's sisters with many different Wii games. So fun!</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">I know this is sideways, but I just love this picture. Isaiah's eyes were that big all day long.:)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">This is Savannah in what Santa brought her. (This is the second time she's asked him for summer things. Thankfully Santa knows how to use the internet...:)</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><span style="color: #351c75;"> What a fabulous day! I'm sort-of glad all the hustle and bustle is over, but I still can hardly wait until next year. I just love it!:)</span>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05125733034859717808noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818232361840101923.post-78670272973151687002011-02-08T17:39:00.000-07:002011-02-08T17:39:34.630-07:00The Joys of Digital Cameras <span style="color: #351c75;">A while back, the switch on my digital camera that makes it so you can see the picture you just took broke off. I thought, no big deal, so I can't see the pictures right away. It'll be like an old school camera again. Boy, was wrong. Yes, the camera can still take pictures, but I can't upload any to the computer without that switch being engaged. I tried for almost an hour last night to make it work, eventually even sticking a safety pin in the hole where the switch was to push down the activator. The only problem with that is that if it moves AT ALL, the uploading software won't detect the camera anymore. I don't know about you, but there is no way I can hold THAT still. At least, not while I have to type at the same time. What am I, a statue? At any rate, I'm going to have to figure out a different way of updating photos on my computer. (And I thought having a digital camera was going to make my life easier...:) Does anybody know a good camera repair man?:)</span>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05125733034859717808noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818232361840101923.post-68574996163718421072011-02-07T09:48:00.000-07:002011-02-07T09:48:06.474-07:00I am such a slacker...<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #351c75;">You know, I was looking at my posts the other day, and I realized that I haven't even put up Christmas pictures or Savannah's birthday yet, and they were a month and a half ago! I guess I need to pay more attention... There will be pictures coming soon, I promise!:)</span>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05125733034859717808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818232361840101923.post-33841508099171660622010-12-23T14:58:00.000-07:002010-12-23T14:58:02.882-07:00My Own Christmas Miracle<span style="color: lime;"> Last week I had some additional swelling in my left leg, so I had another ultrasound to see what the cause was. Realize that although it was a little tender, the pain and swelling were nothing like last time. So I was very surprised to hear the radioligist tell me that blood clots had returned in both of my legs. My left leg was worse than my right, hence the small amount of pain and swelling. Of course I was frustrated as I thought I was done with all of this stuff, and it was very close to Christmas. But, Heavenly Father gave me the faith and strength to know that I could go through another hospital stay and time away from my family if that's what needed to be done. The doctor told me to go home and get things in order so I could return the next morning prepared to be in the hospital for a few days at least, possibly up to a week.</span><br />
<span style="color: lime;"> Now, last time this happened, I felt really unprepared. I mean, I went from being in pain and going to the doctor to being admitted in ICU within a few hours. My husband and I spent lots of time in the waiting room at the hospital making tear-filled phone calls. This time was different. The Spirit kept reassuring me that everything would be okay. I just had to trust in the Lord. It was also quite nice that I got to go home and prepare my children for what would be taking place over the coming days. They trusted that things were going to be all right and that I could call them from the hospital, and I would be coming home soon. I was able to pack a bag to prepare for a long hospital stay, and I was even able to do my hair and makeup before going in the next morning. (Jason was teasing me for even worrying about that, but honestly, I wasn't sure when I'd be able to again.:)</span><br />
<span style="color: lime;"> I went through the same blood work and testing that was set up before the procedure, and was taken to the operating room. I was expecting to see my husband in my room in ICU soon, but Heavenly Father had something else in mind. I was just getting sleepy from the anasthetic when my doctor tapped my on the shoulder. He had a puzzled expression and said, "Um, we can't do the procedure. We don't need to." I was sure the medicine had me hearing things, but he continued to explain. Apparently, the clots in my legs were "old", meaning they had been there for over a month. (That means they would have had to develop just after the others disappeared.) The veins they were in had completely closed themselves off from the rest of my body, and new veins had been created to allow blood flow. My body registered the fact that there was a block to the circulation in my legs, and it had been taken care of. There was no chance of the clot breaking off and becoming a life threatening thing because the veins they were contained in are shut off from everything else. The doctor explained that, eventually, the veins will die off and the blood thinners I'm taking will dissolve the clots. His next words shocked me even more. When I asked what that meant for my hospital stay he said, "You can go home."</span><br />
<span style="color: lime;"> What an amazing boost of faith this has been for me. Heavenly Father was trying me to see if I was willing to accept what he had in store for me, if I would match my will to His. And when I was able to, He eliminated the problem all together. I was witness to my own miracle for the second time in just a month or so. John 3:16 says,"For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." This Christmas season, this scripture takes on new meaning for me. I am so very blessed to be able to be with my family for Christmas, and I will forever be grateful to my Father in Heaven for this great gift, that I may be able to truly celebrate the greatest gift of all, the life of our Savior. </span><span style="color: lime;"> </span>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05125733034859717808noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818232361840101923.post-82572377508266044192010-12-08T16:01:00.000-07:002010-12-08T16:01:44.956-07:00A Promise Kept <span style="color: lime;"> A while ago I posted a picture of Savannah's extra-poofy hair. (See January 2010.) I made a promise then that I would post a picture of what it looked like before I took it out, if I ever did that to her hair again. Well, here are the pictures:</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: lime;"> What a cutie! She stayed like that for quite a while, too. She only woke up when her arms finally gave out and her head bobbed up and down. And at first she didn't even realize she'd been asleep. I guess she was more worn out than she thought...:)</span></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05125733034859717808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818232361840101923.post-43852260111057504222010-12-07T11:40:00.000-07:002010-12-07T11:40:24.624-07:00Just a Quick Update<span style="color: lime;"> Hello there! I just wanted to post a quick update about how everything is going. I'm recovering quite well, thanks in huge part to all of the prayers offered on my behalf. (Thank you all so much.) The pain in my legs is mostly gone, although I still have to be careful not to overdo it. (That can get kind-of complicated with three kids.:) I'm working closely with my doctor to regulate the blood thinner I'm on, and it all seems to be going well. It's a little screwy trying to get it all figured out, but I'm very grateful to have a doctor that redily helps me understand what's going on. </span><br />
<span style="color: lime;"> The funniest part about the whole thing is that I've had to stop wearing heels, at least for a little while. I've always loved them and thought my foot wear would never change. Boy, was I wrong on that one. (For those of you who don't know, I have an enormous collection of them just sitting in my closet until my legs can support themselves again. As my husband says, I'm such a girl for even worrying about something like that. Thanks, honey.:)</span><br />
<span style="color: lime;"> Thanks once again to all of you for your thoughts and prayers and here's to continuing getting better. I love you all! </span>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05125733034859717808noreply@blogger.com0