tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15758813136354990252024-03-13T12:35:48.119-06:00The Amazing Hudson'sRedge & Lyndee;
Reece, Seth, Taite, and ArthurLynthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02484620668303273679noreply@blogger.comBlogger120125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575881313635499025.post-47213318332826562762009-11-14T15:00:00.003-07:002009-11-14T15:04:07.870-07:00New Blog!I started a new blog, and will no longer be posting here. <br />Please check me out at:<br /><br /><strong>LifeOfLyndee.blogspot.com</strong><br /><br />Hope you visit me soon!<br /><br />Love, LyndeeLynthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02484620668303273679noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575881313635499025.post-21888373404637457142009-08-22T14:13:00.002-06:002009-08-22T14:25:50.527-06:00Reece and Arthur- Leading by ExampleBecause it's football season I am reminded of an experience last year at one of Arthur's football games. Last year Reece was the kicker for his team. As most of you know, before the kick off the kicker signals his intent, and states his position by raising his hand. Reece did this, and apparently Arthur watched this. One Saturday morning last Fall I sat watching Arthur playing in one of his flag football games. Arthur's coach asked my little six year old to kick off, and my eager boy ran to the line to position himself for the play. After the ref signalled to Arthur, my little white baby responded by raising his hand high above his head to announce his intent to kick the ball. <br /><br />No one ever "told" Arthur to raise his hand before kick off. In fact, I, along with the coach and several other parents, chuckled when we saw Arthur do this as it was unnecessary for that specific forum. However, Arthur had seen his older brother do it, and thus followed the example.<br /><br />Example is a big thing. It really is. Redge and I hold family prayer everyday. The reason being that my parents held family prayer everyday. My mom and dad had us up early everyday EVEN IN THE SUMMER to kneel in family prayer. They didn't stop doing it when they had four cranky teenagers who grumbled and glared when asked to join the family, and barely whispered when called upon to offer the prayer. Nope- family prayer was important enough to ignore the moodiness of tired kids. Without saying a word my parents taught me that family prayer is the way to start the day NO MATTER WHAT. Reece, without saying a word, taught Arthur that raising his hand is the way to start kick off NO MATTER WHAT.<br /><br />I wonder what I'm teaching without saying a single word.Lynthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02484620668303273679noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575881313635499025.post-21154411784875391872009-08-22T13:59:00.002-06:002009-08-22T14:10:21.725-06:00Life-takers to Life-savers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Y-ZL7XAnfnPobg8525X58QMuQ5xuYufaqkBsRO0taxEAMqCrwMDumrSkLUUeSylgL76xv788pSBwzYC4qOAvfs8iRcdEyumyiJwEfl_5rGjoZs_unlkIWDuJRVLXxV-s5P2SXInPwG0/s1600-h/calling+of+the+fisherman.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Y-ZL7XAnfnPobg8525X58QMuQ5xuYufaqkBsRO0taxEAMqCrwMDumrSkLUUeSylgL76xv788pSBwzYC4qOAvfs8iRcdEyumyiJwEfl_5rGjoZs_unlkIWDuJRVLXxV-s5P2SXInPwG0/s320/calling+of+the+fisherman.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372880818536933282" /></a><br /><br /><br />I was just thinking about Jesus Christ calling His Disciples. I especially focused on the calling of Peter and Andrew. Here were Peter and Andrew, fishermen. Jesus approaches them, and invites, "Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men." (Matthew 4:19) I realized that fishermen kill. Fishers of men save. <br /><br />Being a fisherman is a good thing. Fishermen provide honestly for their families and communities. But- Jesus offered a BETTER way. Now I'm thinking... Am I fisherman or fisher of men? I do good things. But- is Jesus offering ME a BETTER way? Probably. No- not probably. I'm sure He is. But- what is it?Lynthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02484620668303273679noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575881313635499025.post-16203778581568268992009-08-22T13:20:00.001-06:002009-08-22T13:38:44.309-06:00I Don't Get It.Last night we played the Delta Rabbits. Nope- not kidding. Their mascot is the rabbit. I don't get it. But, come to think of it... I don't much get our mascot either. We're the Westlake Thunder. What does thunder look like? How do you picture thunder in your mind? What does thunder do? My friend, Wyndee (an actual Delta Rabbit), reminded me that Thunder does two things: scares dogs, scares small children. I don't get it. We lost last night- to the Rabbits. Maybe next time we should play dogs or small children. <br /><br />Another thing I don't get is Westlake High School's colors. Royal blue, baby blue, and "Vegas Gold". VEGAS GOLD? What is that? What color is Vegas Gold? I've never seen it in the crayon box. I've never seen it in Vegas. I've never heard of it in Vegas. I have NO clue as to why the Westlake High School colors include "Vegas Gold". There are many reasons for my confusion. Here are a few of them:<br /><br />-Nevada's official nickname: The SILVER State<br />-Words from the Nevada State Song: "Out by the Truckee SILVERY rills..."<br />-Nevada's state metal: SILVER<br />-Nevada's official state colors: Blue and SILVER<br />-Nevada's official march: The SILVER State Fanfare<br />-Nevada was admitted into the union by Abraham Lincoln during the Civil War because of our abundance of SILVER- necessary in assisting the union win the war<br />-Nevada's Comstock Mine is one of the WORLD'S largest SILVER mines<br />-Las Vegas has been, and is currently, the home of many college and semi professional/minor league sports teams; here are few of them, and their colors:<br />--UNLV; red and SILVER<br />--The Wranglers (IHL); red, SILVER, black<br />--The Locomotives (UFL); SILVER and blue<br />--The 51’s (MiLB); blue and SILVER<br />--The Thunder (MiLH); teal and SILVER<br /><br />I asked Redge, as a non-native, if he can see the reasoning behind “Vegas Gold”. He said, “Yes, you know… because of the lights, the money, the glitter, you know.” My response, “Lights aren’t gold. The money, the famous Vegas kinds, are either quarters (silver) or paper cash (green). Glitter comes in every color.”<br /><br />So- can someone, anyone, please explain to me; a simple girl, a product of Panaca farmers, the term “Vegas Gold”?Lynthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02484620668303273679noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575881313635499025.post-86217287534192649692009-08-22T12:56:00.004-06:002009-08-22T13:18:30.074-06:00Lyndee and Lyndee<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNJF_x3yF9dA7ztTRp28oIw5i8cv5yc8BZpjrCxvtAJrGCZHyPS8Z0F1Re49q-jPRRwUf5W8l2hIb_-AI0t47rB946NGTci6_vcH5704KN44oK8z1HuSnPzaDqU4P9utTqz3kljBnTflM/s1600-h/Lyndee+and+Lyndee.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNJF_x3yF9dA7ztTRp28oIw5i8cv5yc8BZpjrCxvtAJrGCZHyPS8Z0F1Re49q-jPRRwUf5W8l2hIb_-AI0t47rB946NGTci6_vcH5704KN44oK8z1HuSnPzaDqU4P9utTqz3kljBnTflM/s320/Lyndee+and+Lyndee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372869125430219698" /></a><br /><br />The first week of August was spent with my entire family (sans Eric and Josh) at Aspen Grove. We had a great time! I'll be adding more photos and memories over the next few days, but I had to post this one right now because I think it is so cool!<br /><br />The first night we were there Jeff and Redge disappeared. After a while they came back each with his own bowl of ice cream. I was almost bugged for not having my own, but then Jeff said, "I just saw something I've never seen before! A name tag- not on you- that says, 'L-Y-N-D-E-E'!" <br /><br />Having my name is good in that I can get away with just signing "Lyndee" and people know who I am. Sometimes it makes me feel famous- you know like I'm in the "Sting, Cher, Madonna Club". One name is enough- no last name necessary. But, at the same time, I never got to own anything with my name on it. You know- like necklaces, toothbrushes, cool Disneyland license plates for my bike, nightlights, or ceramic heart pins. So- when I heard there was another Lyndee spelled like mine I HAD to meet her! I made Redge come with me to photograph the event. <br /><br />So- here it is. Visual proof (I promise no air brushing) that I found another Lyndee, and I'm pointing to her name tag so you can really see the truth of it. My kids (well, not so much Reece) thought it was the COOLEST THING EVER to meet another Lyndee. They ran to her and said hi every single chance they had. It was pretty great!Lynthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02484620668303273679noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575881313635499025.post-21273682555060952682009-08-22T10:50:00.012-06:002009-08-22T13:54:53.653-06:00It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year!No, not Christmas. I'm talking FOOTBALL SEASON! Last night was Reece's first High School football game, and he isn't playing on the freshman team, and it wasn't a JV game. We're talking Varsity. My little tiny (5'10", 195 lb) baby (14 years, 5 months, 14 days) played VARSITY FOOTBALL last night! So as to be completely honest- he didn't start. He only played three plays, but please, you all have to admit it's impressive.<br /><br />Enjoy the photos. Reece's practice jersey is white 56. Game jersey is 58. Please- no comments regarding the fact that they look a bit like Notre Dame. I'll be adding a post regarding the mascot and colors.<br /><br />For further Westlake Thunder updates, game schedules, and news please go to: www.westlakethunderfootball.blogspot.com<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXpWktPfCZN7pWYcxkuX7RasSB8TqORFQpo4AAibPnRCM0KaYiYCapbO63vZs0fq6ujZuug5nOsKHsvtvz0ZnLVBDCs6WjRhAg2L-LsBQ_ErpWlKvrkO8FJs7YV_8FkzVSYzIdGxIAx7E/s1600-h/photo+(5).jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXpWktPfCZN7pWYcxkuX7RasSB8TqORFQpo4AAibPnRCM0KaYiYCapbO63vZs0fq6ujZuug5nOsKHsvtvz0ZnLVBDCs6WjRhAg2L-LsBQ_ErpWlKvrkO8FJs7YV_8FkzVSYzIdGxIAx7E/s320/photo+(5).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372857483069855618" /></a><br /><br /> <br /> <br /> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nL8SOJdlS4/SpA6DPf7u8I/AAAAAAAABi8/Zd504J4nHUI/1600-h/White+56.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPaOhY3nlF4FiqMyfkOubu8UeLnrbQFjXeXs-O6bISvgKgmxlhIaVp8JheJTCTkOvm1B0IV8bZpLAFf2shElcuhiN9CyhXtKekCdg7WR5Kba46yZnU6rf7oRfFqJM9Nk8BzkS45BrFSfk/s320/White+56.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372858182827490242" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4sB0hAM8t9YcNK_oyXxVEggRG-GZ3T9VIfmcB4efefP1EhoK8NbRMvpbj74wjLIXFPRj5-_ddBnSf2_FnZTKOQKheee3WaU3iB4gZsxVmYwEPcv4Yg1ZvJh3gHB2iYAzqX6ZOV3J4lXE/s1600-h/game+1+2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4sB0hAM8t9YcNK_oyXxVEggRG-GZ3T9VIfmcB4efefP1EhoK8NbRMvpbj74wjLIXFPRj5-_ddBnSf2_FnZTKOQKheee3WaU3iB4gZsxVmYwEPcv4Yg1ZvJh3gHB2iYAzqX6ZOV3J4lXE/s320/game+1+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372858837607955266" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp3RuYNzdPEPVgSpkXAEIXBbPnjkxd7SgIN_qKKJ_BflcyhcqRce1etOQkQVltqqCXgjsD6MctSssLrUWrbwxdchdlkNemI7olms9CrOVj6YIDRiC5RczNqazfX_QrFMBd3ixuJHv0P-8/s1600-h/game+1+3.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp3RuYNzdPEPVgSpkXAEIXBbPnjkxd7SgIN_qKKJ_BflcyhcqRce1etOQkQVltqqCXgjsD6MctSssLrUWrbwxdchdlkNemI7olms9CrOVj6YIDRiC5RczNqazfX_QrFMBd3ixuJHv0P-8/s320/game+1+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372859082583057538" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdoA1baRGoIYLvcv-SKn5sI9wf9s4VYlnQHl8F4wFSXEP0HKG3n7S7lEI1EZN-eIbDBljYWKUyIVqxzD924pw-E76-qNc1l1KObc486Svxm4UEye4hTP7UyrzysW7FppUoaOBb2YiLUJk/s1600-h/game+1+1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdoA1baRGoIYLvcv-SKn5sI9wf9s4VYlnQHl8F4wFSXEP0HKG3n7S7lEI1EZN-eIbDBljYWKUyIVqxzD924pw-E76-qNc1l1KObc486Svxm4UEye4hTP7UyrzysW7FppUoaOBb2YiLUJk/s320/game+1+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372860355098937026" /></a>Lynthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02484620668303273679noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575881313635499025.post-41295393599777823532009-06-21T11:45:00.002-06:002009-06-21T11:52:45.584-06:00CTR 7I received a new calling! After 3 years of the ward bulletin, and 4 years of Cub Committee I am now the CTR 7 teacher! I am so excited! I have never been a Junior Primary Teacher before, and I only taught in Senior Primary for a few months. This is going to be great! For the remaining 5 months of this year I am Arthur's teacher. I love these little kids. It is such a fun class. I've had the opportunity to sub for them a few times, and I'm VERY anxious to have them on a regular basis.<br /><br />However, there is one draw back. I am following the toughest act EVER! Trace and Lin Salmon are the absolute faves of EVERY child in our ward! They are so kind, sweet, patient, and fun. Luckily the kids in my class have been to my house, and I'm pretty sure they know not to expect any miracles or magic tricks. <br /><br />I'm so grateful that both Taite and Arthur had the opportunity to have the Salmons as teachers. Their testimonies are so pure. Their understanding is deep, and their desire to share the gospel is fervent. I'm so blessed to have their example as I commence this new endeavor!Lynthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02484620668303273679noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575881313635499025.post-50041673514447477212009-06-21T11:18:00.002-06:002009-06-21T11:45:19.797-06:00Satan's Greatest Tool- (in my mind)I have a problem of serious self doubt. EVERY single decision I make is (in my mind) questioned, examined, reviewed, analyzed, rethought, second guessed, and often regretted. Generally for no good reason other than Satan has found the best way to lead me away from my path back home to Heavenly Father. My weakness: volume.<br /><br />I have so many thoughts SCREAMING in my head at any given minute of any day, and the only way anyone or anything can really get my attention is by communicating more loudly than all the accumalitive voices in my head. Sadly- the Holy Ghost communicates through a "still small voice", and although I'm pretty sure He has the ability to yell, that isn't the way Heavenly Father designed divine assistance. However, I'm almost positive that Satan's amp goes to 11. <br /><br />I had a little bit of a sit down with my mom. Actually it was "stand up" since at the she was preparing for a night out on the town with my dad. It went well. She told me that I have a good heart. I try to do the right things, and the Spirit definitely guides and directs my life. However, sometimes I forget how to hear it.<br /><br />Several months ago I blogged regarding a little girl who is not always kind to Taite. As you may remember, I told Taite, "Whenever Dawn (not her real name) says anything mean just put your finger to your lips, and say, 'Shhhhhhhhh...'". After talking with my mom I decided that's what I need to do. When I hear conflicting voices in my head I need to just settle down, and say, "Shhhhhhhh..." Kind of the Lyndee version of Moses' command found in Moses 1:16, "Get the hence, Satan; decieve me not;". At which point I can focus on the still, small voice of the Holy Ghost trying so desperately to communicate my Heavenly Father's will for me.<br /><br />This Church (The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints) is ALL true. What a blessing. What an amazing gift to know all the answers I need can be found within its simple teachings. Ahhhhhh... I love the Gospel of Jesus Christ!<br /><br />I'm grateful for the counsel found in Exodus 20:12, "Honour thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the Lord thy God giveth thee." It's so fantastic that I do not have to reinvent the wheel. The pattern has been created, and I only have need to follow it. I just have to read the directions: That part is simple enough for me; and LISTEN to the instructions, and I think I'm beginning to figure out just how to do this. <br /><br />Thanks, Mom!Lynthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02484620668303273679noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575881313635499025.post-44943970939674308622009-06-21T11:04:00.003-06:002009-06-21T11:15:16.979-06:00Happy Father's Day!This is Redge's 14th Father's Day, and I must say I think I FINALLY figured out what it is he digs as Father's Day gifts! I'm sure most of you have already figured this out, but let me just remind you- I'm slow. It takes me a while to figure out this wife/mother stuff. I think I'm finally beginning to catch on.<br /><br />The kids and I sat down, and I asked each of them to tell me two of their favorite family activities. This is what we came up with:<br /><br />Reece: Climbing Gym, Bowling<br />Seth: Baseball Game, Golf<br />Taite: Build-a-Bear Workshop, Legacy Center Pool<br />Arthur: Jump-On-It, Classic Skating (including laser tag and water slide)<br /><br />So- with their input I drove all over Utah purchasing gift cards for ALL SIX OF US to do ALL these activities TOGETHER. I also added gift cards for dinner, movie, and Cold Stone from me. We presented these to Redge along with a chocolate/chocolate chip Nothing Bundt Cake. Redge was really exicted!<br /><br />My favorite part of Father's Day is definitely the cards the kids made for Redge. Last Sunday the kids sat at the table and painted all kinds of stuff for Redge! All the cards were titled, "Happy F-Day!" Taite wrote a note to Redge which reads, "If you don't have a mom- I'm sorry. But, if you don't have a dad- Person, how do you live?"<br /><br />I'm grateful for a husband who my children love so very much! Happy Father's Day, Redge!Lynthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02484620668303273679noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575881313635499025.post-20137905438798529722009-05-05T17:17:00.002-06:002009-05-05T17:24:07.462-06:00So- I seem to be gleening some good stuff from my American Literature class! Today in my readings I came across an excerpt from Booker T. Washington's "Up From Slavery". As I read I couldn't help but think of President Uchtdorf's Conference Address, "Lift Where You Stand." I find when juxtaposing these two pieces, and perhaps my Patriarchal Blessing as well, I just might be able to determine where and how I personally need to "Lift" and/or "Cast down my bucket". After reading "Up From Slavery", and combining it with what I know from the BYU-I Learning Model, I asked myself what I see in Lyndee that I need to change so as to create Zion within my school classes, my home, my ward, and/or all the other regions of my life. I'll have to get back to you with my answer- that is I'll get back to you when I HAVE my answer.<br /><br />Booker T’s excerpt mentioned above:<br />“A ship lost at sea for many days suddenly sighted a friendly vessel. From the mast of the unfortunate vessel was seen a signal,“Water, water; we die of thirst!” The answer from the friendly vessel at once came back, “Cast down your bucket where you are.” A second time the signal, “Water, water; send us water!” ran up from the distressed vessel, and was answered, “Cast down your bucket where you are.” And a third and fourth signal for water was answered, “Cast down your bucket where you are.” The captain of the distressed vessel, at last heeding the injunction, cast down his bucket, and it came up full of fresh, sparkling water from the mouth of the Amazon River. To those of my race who depend on bettering their condition in a foreign land or who underestimate the importance of cultivating friendly relations with the Southern white man, who is their next-door neighbor, I would say: “Cast down your bucket where you are”— cast it down in making friends in every manly way of the people of all races by whom we are surrounded.”<br /><br />President Uchtdorf's Address http://lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-1-947-18,00.html<br /><br />Learning Model http://www.byui.edu/learningmodel/src/default.htmLynthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02484620668303273679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575881313635499025.post-72554201291794277142009-05-04T18:52:00.002-06:002009-05-04T18:59:14.057-06:00The Mad HatterI recently came across my new favorite online store. hatsinthebelfry.com It's FAAAAANtastic!!! It's where I picked up this little polka-dot number. Isn't it great? <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_vvvKD3FFnF4vvSqvwRt81m0t2Z6f1veyUwGJo7FKkgFdAk2FOdp1Ulug3PODBz-aBCdgiZeexbtUoedxjqP-jJndgaCQe-3GKyfVNjjKJtIGHh7ZHKwVasmb2bIufyohMR6BPIq7nWA/s1600-h/specs+and+hats+052.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_vvvKD3FFnF4vvSqvwRt81m0t2Z6f1veyUwGJo7FKkgFdAk2FOdp1Ulug3PODBz-aBCdgiZeexbtUoedxjqP-jJndgaCQe-3GKyfVNjjKJtIGHh7ZHKwVasmb2bIufyohMR6BPIq7nWA/s320/specs+and+hats+052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332136702863629026" /></a> I fancy hats quite a bit. Wearing them saves a lot of what would be hair-do-ing time. Plus, they keep me hidden. I like that quite well.Lynthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02484620668303273679noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575881313635499025.post-47031327113159734992009-05-03T11:13:00.005-06:002009-05-03T12:06:01.450-06:00A Vegas Girl in Zion's CourtLast week in my American Literature class we finished reading Mark Twain's <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfeCJ0WCU3JiFCuC2LYheFSKXEEdBLJcy650OgWVpkV_kCpse1GEkkRHsaK3T_DjoYJe-v69PWIla3OTMwH-sfktJOQ-aDJk0HUCeeWAEYAaNOndernkkYvF-FcvjRngV6YyF19Tcy-kE/s1600-h/MARK+TWAIN.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 207px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfeCJ0WCU3JiFCuC2LYheFSKXEEdBLJcy650OgWVpkV_kCpse1GEkkRHsaK3T_DjoYJe-v69PWIla3OTMwH-sfktJOQ-aDJk0HUCeeWAEYAaNOndernkkYvF-FcvjRngV6YyF19Tcy-kE/s320/MARK+TWAIN.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331659177711691970" /></a><br />"A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court", and we were asked to rate ourselves regarding where we stand in the gammet of cynism to realism to romanticism. First, I had to decide how I define each of these, then where Heavenly Father would like me stand, and finally conclude where it is I find myself today. This was pretty difficult! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv3LtNQcrdeP0XtWDhb3UbHzsKkwjFdfGATe3xaQhdCQ_AFMZI5idhE1fwq3drrwD1S0Y38YsZtCrHUr5pPJ8JkLumEj2A3MuI2ovxdPhfhfQQzlCP9UOgICm99iZfZ8GM6Gog-OYi2FA/s1600-h/king_arthur_3.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv3LtNQcrdeP0XtWDhb3UbHzsKkwjFdfGATe3xaQhdCQ_AFMZI5idhE1fwq3drrwD1S0Y38YsZtCrHUr5pPJ8JkLumEj2A3MuI2ovxdPhfhfQQzlCP9UOgICm99iZfZ8GM6Gog-OYi2FA/s320/king_arthur_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331659598559771506" /></a><br /><br /><br />Cynic(Webster's definition)- a person who believes that only selfishness motivates human actions and who disbelieves in or minimizes selfless acts or disinterested points of view.<br />Cynic (Lyndee's definition)- a bitter person; one without hope. A cynic likes to use phrases such as, "Yeah- right!" and "Keep dreaming!"<br /><br />Realist (Webster's definition)- a person who tends to view or represent things as they really are.<br />Realist (Lyndee's definition)- a person who BELIEVES he things as they really are. A realist likes to use phrases like, "Oh yeah?" and "It is what it is".<br /><br />Romantic (Webster's definition)- fanciful; impractical; unrealistic.<br />Romantic (Lyndee's definition)- fanciful; hopeful; a bit unrealistic.<br />Romantics use phrases like, "We're going to get married, and live happily ever after!" and "I will have the PERFECT life!" (and she means PERFECT- without trials or adversity). Romantics generally speak in a futuristic style, or they speak of things without immediate connection to themselves.<br /><br />I decided that for me Heavenly Father wants me to be a realist with the hope of a romantic eternity. <br /><br />This is what I decided for myself: <br /><br />I wish I could be a bit more romantic, and maybe tomorrow I will be. Who knows? So is the life of one with bi-polar disorder. I do think I lean more to the cynical side of life. However, I used to be such a romantic! Life changes a person. And, I'm only 37! I've seen things, probably no worse than the things every person in this class sees throughout their individual lives, but I believe I allow my experiences to dent my soul more than I should. I shouldn't be such a cynic. I know that everyday I wake up, and I earnestly pray that I will see the Lord's hand in my life, and I do. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYZaccbZQqISqq5LUOatjm_lYSKGtA_j4u8q7J-hl_fhJoaiuQ8EnYlsgwWHLYc6cM-mi24fvklEyWm7WpEiWtgp0q6I99RIUvzwlMGNgmcPJ-KMNgfCR37HhYUnbpGiB26a06tLjhyXg/s1600-h/resurrected+Christ.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYZaccbZQqISqq5LUOatjm_lYSKGtA_j4u8q7J-hl_fhJoaiuQ8EnYlsgwWHLYc6cM-mi24fvklEyWm7WpEiWtgp0q6I99RIUvzwlMGNgmcPJ-KMNgfCR37HhYUnbpGiB26a06tLjhyXg/s320/resurrected+Christ.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331658443914502594" /></a><br /> I pray that I will lean on my faith and hope in my Savior, Jesus Christ. But, then reality steps in to my life, and it all goes asunder! I have difficulty believing I will find happiness in this earthly life. In 2 Nephi 2:25 we read, "Adam fell that men might be; and men are, that they might have joy." <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6LR2-IZSJdQnsQNNWp3VtQgxh0t_XJamUnuKAipk1hjrqbE9kZkr-A8UBqXGPX9EKvuV4QNDC7Q4dG50f9TjOYzOEilCStvLCHKejoonI3s09nPCYeQxHYaMrLlt1ZvEmxv1HmiXv31Y/s1600-h/leaving+eden.bmp"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6LR2-IZSJdQnsQNNWp3VtQgxh0t_XJamUnuKAipk1hjrqbE9kZkr-A8UBqXGPX9EKvuV4QNDC7Q4dG50f9TjOYzOEilCStvLCHKejoonI3s09nPCYeQxHYaMrLlt1ZvEmxv1HmiXv31Y/s320/leaving+eden.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331659605263606738" /></a><br /> Everytime I read this I feel so bleak. I "might" have joy. "Might". That doesn't mean now, or for sure. It's a matter of enduring, obeying, serving, loving, etc. Arrrggghhhh! I have moments- few and far between- that offer glimpses of joy and peace, but I honestly see this mortal portion of my eternal life as pretty Hellacious. I just want it over and done with. I want out. I want the next phase of eternity to start NOW! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg90qVZlHtfHmBwdoRiUGCg_0ke_c3El_zZdI2daiHl1jJ1vJxwyW0pyMr6yHONwShGDWeZ2eIFNdeWDGVaq2tDop2onPBQ1DoahypLRJOd1QxzJjK0Njlf-LDZ0DoWtQQAVgNVseYcYqk/s1600-h/Mary+and+Martha.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg90qVZlHtfHmBwdoRiUGCg_0ke_c3El_zZdI2daiHl1jJ1vJxwyW0pyMr6yHONwShGDWeZ2eIFNdeWDGVaq2tDop2onPBQ1DoahypLRJOd1QxzJjK0Njlf-LDZ0DoWtQQAVgNVseYcYqk/s320/Mary+and+Martha.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331658450140770146" /></a><br /> I want to be at my Savior's feet, learning, feeling His love, being accepted for who I am - for the first time ever. But, that's not enduring to the end. So, I stick with this life, for the time being, and pray that I can see bits of eternity here and now- just enough to get me through one more day. I've decided to look to the example of Esther. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZpVPimMMYMw8M6u1SDBlX6Xdx7iHFY6Lc0bU1_cp85Fm_tmqccabsijBAYy50owkW6GYZZ2yHlH7QiZDtr8oNVEFp878VoNxDwCTucCkq0BxJTR9kVpoGz6G0tiqaF6IbJ7wUFnZ7ty4/s1600-h/ArtBook__021_021__Esther_Sm___.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZpVPimMMYMw8M6u1SDBlX6Xdx7iHFY6Lc0bU1_cp85Fm_tmqccabsijBAYy50owkW6GYZZ2yHlH7QiZDtr8oNVEFp878VoNxDwCTucCkq0BxJTR9kVpoGz6G0tiqaF6IbJ7wUFnZ7ty4/s320/ArtBook__021_021__Esther_Sm___.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331659609682382338" /></a><br /> What an amazing woman of faith. I want to become more like her. Then I won't have to worry whether I'm a cynic, a realist, or a romantic. I can answer, "I'm Lyndee. I'm a Christian. I am a Woman of Virtue."Lynthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02484620668303273679noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575881313635499025.post-63676935147612307882009-04-27T10:41:00.005-06:002009-04-27T12:50:59.624-06:00Back to SchoolOne week ago I officially started another semester of school. Many of my friends keep asking what it is I'm doing. I'm attending BYU-Idaho on line, NOT independent study. I'm studying creative writing. I LOVE IT! <br /><br />In the past week I've spent two days at BYU. One day was spent trying to buy books, and another ENTIRE day was spent studying. It was really interesting to take a few minutes to look around the campus (I never attended BYU), to watch the other students, and to watch the other students watch me. <br /><br />As I watched the other students I saw a lot of myself in them. The Lyndee from the early 90's: single, smiley, attending college, not necessarily studying, having fun, soaking up every minute of a time that was definitely fleeting, tired, silly. The Lyndee from the late 90's: working, husband in college, pregnant, having babies, not quite as constantly smiley, tired, not so silly, eager to have Redge graduate so we can begin our "real life", not so willing to soak up every minute of a time definitely fleeting- and a time filled with as many happy moments as I was willing to see. Lyndee of the turn of the century: a young mom, her family complete, anxious to have fun everywhere, trying to teach her kids EVERYTHING they need to prepare for baptism and making wise choices, relieved in having a college grad husband with a steady paycheck, loving chasing her little kids everywhere they want to go, but sometimes frantic when they run to far or make an unwise choice. Lyndee of today: a bit useless during school hours now that the baby is in first grade, anxious to pick up where she left off in her own studies, loving watching her kids grow and make wise choices, her heart hurting when the hearts of her children hurt, aching joints, crows feet, and the obvious look of "I think I'm JUST BEGINNING to get it!"<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7F3tdfCsxgYMjrrrORK6Ie9x2t-9za9IftKqvzDwLwHrM0O53hB7eORVIO0hA34QPlc9t_-8zKYPMt2L7QwvVKxJiALAkQNOGtCnD_bdZ-KrKXol5RJRc5aW75_o_vhxK1hmK1dJ-sl8/s1600-h/122908+027.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7F3tdfCsxgYMjrrrORK6Ie9x2t-9za9IftKqvzDwLwHrM0O53hB7eORVIO0hA34QPlc9t_-8zKYPMt2L7QwvVKxJiALAkQNOGtCnD_bdZ-KrKXol5RJRc5aW75_o_vhxK1hmK1dJ-sl8/s320/122908+027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329444075401286290" /></a><br /><br />But- I'm pretty sure all four of those Lyndee's currently reside within me right now. A few months ago, when asked how long she's known me, a friend wrote on my fb page wrote, "Long enough to know the many faces of Lyndee." I responded, "Very accurate! I think I should just add two words so as to have it read, "Long enough to the know the many faces and phases of Lyndee." It was really interesting to watch the young college kids, and to watch them watch me. We all have so much in common!<br /><br />It's tough to study here with my kids running in and out. So, Saturday I loaded up my entire desk of study supplies, and headed to BYU. It was raining and freezing! I don't mean sprinkling- I mean Las Vegas in late July Monsoon! I was wearing a coat (which should already be put away for the Summer), gloves, carrying two enormous bags, and an umbrella. I made it to the Wilkinson Center, and found the perfect place to hide and study. I sat down at a table, near an electrical socket, and within view of the GIGANTIC flat screen tv; with laptop (and power cord), water, 6 binders, 10 books, a bag of pens and pencils, my ipod (and power cord & earphones), and my cell phone (and power cord). I covered the entire table.<br /><br />It took a good 15 minutes to set up. I could feel people watching me. Obviously, people were thinking, "Who's the old lady?" There were some pre-mission guys sitting on a couch watching the NFL draft, and I saw them watching me watching the draft as I set up my work area. They looked at me like they were watching the Sesame Street segment, "One of These Things Doesn't Belong." One young woman looked at me with a completely astonished/disgusted look, I'm sure because I was carrying so much stuff, and was grossed out by my willingness to be seen in public in such disarray. Oh well... Finally- I was set. I had everything I needed. Everything was plugged in, turned on, and booted- ready to go. I put in my earphones, and turned up the volume loud enough so as to mute any ambient noise. <br /><br />I'm a pretty good studier- when fully medicated for my ADHD. I can sit and read for hours on end. I arrived at BYU at 1PM, and left after 10PM. While there I got out of my chair twice. I did occasionally stop to check out the draft, and I did look into the unfortunate shooting in Georgia, but for the most part I just straight up studied- for hours. However, I can't help but look around from time to time at what it is that's going on around me.<br /><br />I caught a few students staring at me with a look of frustration and jealousy. As I closely interviewed them with my eyes I realized why they looked so forlorn. Most of these students have these common attributes:<br />1- young<br />2- without as much cash flow as they desire<br />3- probably not so fond of their roommates<br />4- feeling pressured to make decisions<br />5- constantly worried, tired, and anxious<br /><br />I'm pretty sure they looked at me with the following thoughts:<br />1- she doesn't get what it's like to be broke- check out her laptop, phone, ipod<br />2- she probably pays her tuition the day its due<br />3- she doesn't have to worry about her roommates not liking her<br />4- she doesn't have to report to her parents<br />5- she gets to choose whatever classes she takes- no required classes for her<br />6- she's married! she's wearing a wedding ring- a nice one!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5v1hYU8FdN6AgR_G73ojDNr7x1KgA1jtgg7-Dn9tb9ZKgcsIL4HjzsNWO_dpL1WK3WQT3dfm-FNYGc3m0UpNp28Us2AHcdQWZCUIoHJHJkq-uaBKEPJe_X-Eh7LJAJ7DXw17FouTUafw/s1600-h/Redge+Flash+026.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5v1hYU8FdN6AgR_G73ojDNr7x1KgA1jtgg7-Dn9tb9ZKgcsIL4HjzsNWO_dpL1WK3WQT3dfm-FNYGc3m0UpNp28Us2AHcdQWZCUIoHJHJkq-uaBKEPJe_X-Eh7LJAJ7DXw17FouTUafw/s320/Redge+Flash+026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329443736627637490" /></a><br /><br />Here's what they don't know:<br />1- I used to be young- that was good stuff!<br />2- now I'm old- THIS is good stuff!<br />3- I was a poor college student, my husband was a poor college student until right before my THIRD child was born<br />4- I am fond of my roommates- however, they're not always so fond of me<br />5- I have to make millions of decisions every single day- do I let Taite get away with not vacuuming her room? do I put Arthur in time out again? did I teach Seth not talk back? do I let Reece stay out late? <br />6- I worry constantly. Now I worry about myself, my husband, my four kids, my parents, my six siblings, the spouses of my siblings, my 11 nieces and 10 nephews, my friends, my dog, my bird, my callings, my husband's callings, and my extended family. Oh yeah- I also worry about my schooling.<br />7- I AM TIRED ALL THE TIME! I AM TIRED OF BEING TIRED!<br />8- I'm anxious about everything- you don't want me to start a list. I don't have time to start a list- I have to study. I don't want to start a list- the thought of it makes me anxious.<br />9- Yes- I had with me a nice laptop. MY HUSBAND'S laptop. He's an engineer. He has to have all that tech stuff. I don't have my own laptop- I BORROWED his. I have an amazing phone- because it keeps me from having to take all my 5,000 books with me wherever I go (this is not an exaggeration- ask my kids). I have an ipod- yep. I just got it about six months ago. It's my first one. I'm 37 years old.<br />10- My husband works hard. We were poor for a very long time. We worked hard, and he now makes enough money to pay my tuition- thanks, Sweetheart.<br />11- As for my roommates liking me, see #4<br />12- I still report to my parents. As a parent I now realize that the "Parent Check-Ins" NEVER GO AWAY!!! And, as an adult, I'm realizing what a great blessing it is to have parents to whom I can still go for guidance and unconditional love- even when my roommates don't dig me so much.<br />13- These young kids don't have kids of their own to worry about!<br />14- These kids didn't receive 4,000 thousand texts from a teenager asking "Can I go to a movie?" "Can I go longboarding?" "Can I go play basketball?" "Can I go to Tyler's?"<br />15- These young kids don't know the follow up questions for each of the previously mentioned texts: "What movie?" "How are you getting there?" "Who's going?" "Do you have money?" "Where are you long boarding, and with whom?" "Play basketball where?" "Who's going with you?" "How are you getting to and from Tyler's?" "Who will be there?" "Will his mom be there?" "What are you going to do at Tyler's?" "What time will you be home?"<br />16- Nor do these young kids know the endless reminder texts that accompany these questions: "Remember that I love you." "Make wise choices." "Be safe." "Don't touch girls where MODEST ONE PIECE swimming suits go." "Check in every other hour." "No kissing girls." "No smoking, drinking, and/or drugs." "Watch your mouth." "Say thank you." "Be kind and helpful." "Remember that I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY love you!"<br />17- These young kids DON'T HAVE KIDS! <br />18- These young kids still have yet to learn the meaning of "Saturday is a special day, it's the day we get ready for Sunday." They don't know what it takes to prepare a family of six physically and mentally for the Sabbath, and I have to do this when I get home. (But, I didn't because my amazing husband had done it for me while I was gone- thanks, Sweetheart!)<br /><br />So, in short... I turn to Isaiah.<br /><br />65:14 "But be ye glad and rejoice for ever in that which I create." <br />Heavenly Father created each of us in our own times, in our circumstances, in our own places, and there is so much to enjoy- EVERY SINGLE DAY!<br /><br />61:3 "To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he might be glorified."<br />The good stuff- the promises found in the scriptures- IT'S ALL WORTH IT!<br /><br />And finally- a little shout out to my good friend, Pahoran. All of this worldly junk- "It Mattereth Not".Lynthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02484620668303273679noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575881313635499025.post-67044074876300642842009-04-19T19:25:00.006-06:002009-05-03T11:50:13.749-06:00Intreat Me Not to Leave TheeAs many of you know, I have one older sister, Naomi. Naomi has been forever referred to as "Gnomey." All of my kids, as well as the children of my siblings, refer to her as "Gnomey." I can't imagine calling her anything other than "Gnomey." <br /><br />I don't know if any of you have seen the new Gospel Art Books recently put out by The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and if you haven't- you really need to check it out! They're great! I bought one for each of us- you know for Sacrament Meeting, Family Home Evening, and what not. Today, Redge and I took them to church for the kids, and Taite was looking through hers before Sacrament Meeting even began. After a couple of minutes Taite tugged on my sleeve, and said, "Momma, look! It's the picture of Ruth and Gnomey!" I thought it was really sweet that she assumed Old Testament Naomi also went by the nickname "Gnomey". <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvXNDh1eom7OVrh4CJQ4wD3vggVFMC8MpXx_PiXVEZ6gLvNRhkRkgQsjCAc78L91p-TXNbsjzVbwU0o29mV9w6uPLIZkH5-iaZbD5MgsV_hoa-Q4Z4YstVwQ4uoGQvqavqvpsilWSDnHY/s1600-h/Ruth.bmp"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvXNDh1eom7OVrh4CJQ4wD3vggVFMC8MpXx_PiXVEZ6gLvNRhkRkgQsjCAc78L91p-TXNbsjzVbwU0o29mV9w6uPLIZkH5-iaZbD5MgsV_hoa-Q4Z4YstVwQ4uoGQvqavqvpsilWSDnHY/s320/Ruth.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331656169807762450" /></a><br /><br /><br />Then, I overheard her tell Arthur the story of "Ruth and Gnomey", and she concluded by saying, "Isn't it so great that Aunt Gnomey has that name because she's just like that! Whenever we go to her house she always makes us feel like we are her people!" (This, of course, is true- if you've ever read any of my posts regarding Gnomey's hostessing abilities!) <br /><br />But- then it made me think... if Taite hears "Naomi" and thinks of someone who is loving and accepting, what does she think when she hears the name, "Lyndee"? I'm not sure I'm ready to ask her.Lynthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02484620668303273679noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575881313635499025.post-52090890813606470452009-03-23T16:04:00.008-06:002009-03-23T16:18:14.718-06:00Luc Goes Back to School!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi08zi5ibSXXOi1gt2SdVIbHONZQaBHyk0Bq3w-qYblRp-9uJ6_iXHh5FHx77tOli2ytybmIvHN-kvuRXR5XsnYVjYJMoi-GIjYcA1G1_KSmhfMj34MMzAB-Gr_HTet5EH4O8N0GkgtDJA/s1600-h/RANDOM+031.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi08zi5ibSXXOi1gt2SdVIbHONZQaBHyk0Bq3w-qYblRp-9uJ6_iXHh5FHx77tOli2ytybmIvHN-kvuRXR5XsnYVjYJMoi-GIjYcA1G1_KSmhfMj34MMzAB-Gr_HTet5EH4O8N0GkgtDJA/s320/RANDOM+031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316510004639666786" /></a><br />Lucas Orton started back to school today! For those of you who don't know, or have forgotten, Luc is Reece's friend who was fighting cancer (Luc won). We (I know- I only shaved half of my head) had a head shaving party last Fall for him. Well, today Luc went back to school! So, Marley, Luc's mom, and I had a play date!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0DFMbhjsoAj4ORQ3yTNBfjiEGKsVau2OkIbTvNtJZ1B3_2w-x7t84xiRo6VuREyYuTS7P-djgkaM96WgxEDNl5Yuy-QjzSxJ3j7IoAUfq4aaRG4f5z9mfpuIWJfi5SZtEkCmJlguUpVo/s1600-h/RANDOM+043.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0DFMbhjsoAj4ORQ3yTNBfjiEGKsVau2OkIbTvNtJZ1B3_2w-x7t84xiRo6VuREyYuTS7P-djgkaM96WgxEDNl5Yuy-QjzSxJ3j7IoAUfq4aaRG4f5z9mfpuIWJfi5SZtEkCmJlguUpVo/s320/RANDOM+043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316509802166113250" /></a><br /> It was AWESOME! It was like a slumber party, but it only lasted about 2 1/2 hours. I even wore my pajamas- my new cute majamas Redge picked up for me in Vegas. Marley and I hung out on in my bedroom, and watched Mamma Mia! We sang along, and Redge brought us drinks, and lucky for all of you, he even took pictures! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9YRaM9Kvmb6V81juR3-wivgynfDnS2YT6kM5cLu3BNYRIir8MoL_snHUw0ZbQuikm3KcwtlIcW1_SS7QVxxUa8euYqZQqiG9yzn3GP0pLvtmttyvXjyBW475TdZtzuQoS3NwaMF1_4zc/s1600-h/RANDOM+036.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9YRaM9Kvmb6V81juR3-wivgynfDnS2YT6kM5cLu3BNYRIir8MoL_snHUw0ZbQuikm3KcwtlIcW1_SS7QVxxUa8euYqZQqiG9yzn3GP0pLvtmttyvXjyBW475TdZtzuQoS3NwaMF1_4zc/s320/RANDOM+036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316510007542586706" /></a><br /> Now, I know that at normal "Slumber Parties" girls do each others' hair, make up, etc., but we skipped all that. Marley is a beautician so I decided she shouldn't have to work during our Day of Fun! So, enjoy the pics- no make up on this girl, and my hair is a bit frightening! Marley on the other hand- always looks FABULOUS! I love you, Marley! Thanks for coming over! You're pretty great! And, Luc- I'm so proud of you! Congrats!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwKT0brW9TPLWe37Y56hZ9DQDCICHgFRv6zjokzYeNK1eL7viCla2-H_58WXvc6NC-M36o9GX4QkSTvF0pBmriS9h6pJsCB6iYBgsPC9j2rhqkSUXpJ1O8HfWdNnfuD6ULSy7KJ77UG-4/s1600-h/RANDOM+041.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwKT0brW9TPLWe37Y56hZ9DQDCICHgFRv6zjokzYeNK1eL7viCla2-H_58WXvc6NC-M36o9GX4QkSTvF0pBmriS9h6pJsCB6iYBgsPC9j2rhqkSUXpJ1O8HfWdNnfuD6ULSy7KJ77UG-4/s320/RANDOM+041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316510269624886546" /></a>Lynthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02484620668303273679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575881313635499025.post-30728334883075321362009-03-17T19:37:00.051-06:002009-04-04T11:08:02.367-06:00Las Vegas in Spring!When we moved our family from Las Vegas, and relocated in Utah, Redge and I promised the kids, especially Eric Reece, that we would visit Vegas EVERY MONTH! For the first 3 years we kept our promise fairly well. However, the past two years have proven me to be a bit of a pirate- I'm cheating on my word. The kids and I love to go to Vegas as often as possible, and we looked forward to three days weekends because they (hopefully) mean, "Viva Las Vegas!!!" Last weekend was a three day weekend, and we went HOME! It was great! We had so much fun! I love Vegas in Spring. I love my family! I love the heat! I love watching my kids play with their cousins. I love visiting with my brothers and sisters, and their spouses. I love being where I feel comfortable. I love being where I can be "Lyndee", and knowing it is 100% perfectly okay and acceptable, and in even desirable to be exactly who I am!!! It's home. It's where I fit. It's where I belong. <br /><br />So, I like to take pictures. I have no talent for it, but I love to do it regardless. Quincy, lovingly, refers to me as "Ansel". I took over 200 pics in Vegas. Most of them are posted here for your entertainment. Some of them are not so pretty- especially a few of me, but it's my reality, and I love it! I love every single one of these pictures. I was going to attempt to post them in chronological order, but nah- I'm far too lazy. You get them in alphabetical order as I titled them. Very random. A bit like my mind. So- enjoy them, or don't. But, I will. I'll look at this post more than probably any other because it's what I love most in the entire world- my family.<br /><br />(Sadly, the Bailey's and Eric weren't in Vegas last weekend, but I'll make up for it with the pics I take at Aspen Grove in August! Just you wait!)<br /><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCBCGHYZv1CAE5RxCrXzI6HiIGePzuSZwyfDuBtH_zEf1QI1ZVDbDK8wg5ByxH_aAmw1zDaIK3n5Xhs2hWSZx01TNeDnP0VRo2TXJCjA3qCXXoa6jjJnxEKw3AIN6yucDgL5RI854L5_c/s1600-h/Lynt+Dex+swap.JPG"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCBCGHYZv1CAE5RxCrXzI6HiIGePzuSZwyfDuBtH_zEf1QI1ZVDbDK8wg5ByxH_aAmw1zDaIK3n5Xhs2hWSZx01TNeDnP0VRo2TXJCjA3qCXXoa6jjJnxEKw3AIN6yucDgL5RI854L5_c/s1600-h/Lynt+Dex+swap.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMFEJz8j08u1t1qbLz5ygLzBgKa42ZVzfcCCQVlz3RfX5pJkzqwSuVzW0RqUaIHptwnuBy5b5Z66b4qHRDq-oiwWL7itoOlanqI7O0GgwutCcb0_GPBIHZyYUpbkrbBr3RDQDXuJ1Iw-o/s1600-h/karlee+phone.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314945366290398946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMFEJz8j08u1t1qbLz5ygLzBgKa42ZVzfcCCQVlz3RfX5pJkzqwSuVzW0RqUaIHptwnuBy5b5Z66b4qHRDq-oiwWL7itoOlanqI7O0GgwutCcb0_GPBIHZyYUpbkrbBr3RDQDXuJ1Iw-o/s320/karlee+phone.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is Karlee Jo, Jeff's second of four fun females. Yep, that's right. Jeff has only girls, and they are AM-A-ZA-ZING! Karlee is funny, fun, athletic (soccer is her fave), and the only blondie in her fam. I dig this girl. She's sarcastic, quick witted, and a bit lippy. You can see why I fancy her.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcjS11vnM9ry1HCg_0ziI8JTbrop1zxln930O_8g344s3dkXtv_Kn1HMgwq-FkynE7Zd8Nu5XAov1tdm7S1YWSAVdgqP4u9tDs9Px6SAb3y7f8VzABTSKqjr5GJOfFXPWyJBmtWn9lKLc/s1600-h/alyssa+phone.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314945358221921618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcjS11vnM9ry1HCg_0ziI8JTbrop1zxln930O_8g344s3dkXtv_Kn1HMgwq-FkynE7Zd8Nu5XAov1tdm7S1YWSAVdgqP4u9tDs9Px6SAb3y7f8VzABTSKqjr5GJOfFXPWyJBmtWn9lKLc/s320/alyssa+phone.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is Alyssa. She's Jeff's oldest. Alyssa Lee is AWESOME! She's an artist, a scholar, an actress, and a musician. She's also very, very kind. There is nothing mean or icky about this girl. I love her!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPmJWwREFCdleLcS1Bbxkk1Zk8qxaQbAcno4ks_CRYTSDBTL8_JiIPlqx2Z00AVrHPO2MCH1PyQ7Gcxu31RoUNpXpRT_ZNL-HN9xtICPsi6uS8-qK2VAZuPNyPojTzfMeWNZhOfkjyMbQ/s1600-h/Wilson+reaches.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314945351909864386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPmJWwREFCdleLcS1Bbxkk1Zk8qxaQbAcno4ks_CRYTSDBTL8_JiIPlqx2Z00AVrHPO2MCH1PyQ7Gcxu31RoUNpXpRT_ZNL-HN9xtICPsi6uS8-qK2VAZuPNyPojTzfMeWNZhOfkjyMbQ/s320/Wilson+reaches.JPG" border="0" /></a> Jenn, our baby girl, and her husband, Nate Mann, have four kids. Ethan is 6, Kate will be 4 in May, and the cutest twins ever, Wilson and Gentry, will be 2 in May. This is Wilson Edwards Mann. (Wilson and Gentry are our Grandma's maiden names.)<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4bARR-y2W3g38yaGAWShrf4erTVDxd-2x4XtYNDb4iwD4HXq7oLk5SaKMgZqoxYYQZYn4Is8pEZDGq6XdfsaF4neWd6evfDlJIxOJ5KFAAPz-fEfMrdh0GYODlt86oraUenwRVFIGdm0/s1600-h/wilson+q+and+m.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314944350663091394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4bARR-y2W3g38yaGAWShrf4erTVDxd-2x4XtYNDb4iwD4HXq7oLk5SaKMgZqoxYYQZYn4Is8pEZDGq6XdfsaF4neWd6evfDlJIxOJ5KFAAPz-fEfMrdh0GYODlt86oraUenwRVFIGdm0/s320/wilson+q+and+m.JPG" border="0" /></a> I love Quincy and Amorette! Crazy- isn't it?! For those of you who knew me growing up I'm sure you remember me as a bit irritating. That's the way I remember myself. But, I've grown out of a good portion of it, and Quincy actually digs me! And, I love him and his wife, Amorette Cornwall Edwards, or just "Mo." We love Mo, and we're so glad she's a part of our family! <br /><br /><br />You probably noticed that Mo looks cold in this picture. I told her, "Try some body fat. It works wonders as insulation." She's a tiny little thing. Sometimes I want to throw rocks at her, but I just can't do it! She's as nice as she is pretty! UGH!<br /><br /><br />One of my favorite things about my family is that you never know which baby or child belongs to whom! We just love, cuddle, hold, kiss, carry, and/or feed whomever is in need of something. In this picture Quincy and Mo are snuggling with Jenn's baby, Wilson. I just wish I could get Wilson to snuggle with me like that! <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-8XiZQ5uIbaMf-1uUgB5MPtRCiXLxIykXs3iCqtSkW9Ge_zRVIfh8jXoBodHGupBVx1cixuA7d_bNVLYfLbBfzpDlRaahmzXWDA8fagtDw21V0tcj-gjB9-vlPZA5kAbjuh32dyn_FE/s1600-h/Wilson+Mo+Enoch.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314944352073435362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-8XiZQ5uIbaMf-1uUgB5MPtRCiXLxIykXs3iCqtSkW9Ge_zRVIfh8jXoBodHGupBVx1cixuA7d_bNVLYfLbBfzpDlRaahmzXWDA8fagtDw21V0tcj-gjB9-vlPZA5kAbjuh32dyn_FE/s320/Wilson+Mo+Enoch.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Here we have another picture of our beautiful, beautiful Amorette. She's holding their SIXTH child, Enoch Quincy Edwards. With Mo and Enoch is Wilson. He had the dirtiest face ever, and Mo was trying to get him to come closer to me so I could take his picture, but like most of my nieces and nephews before turning 4 years old, Wilson is DEATHLY AFRAID OF ME! I know; I'm loud, I squeeze really tight, and I'm always kissing them. I can't help it! I'm absolutely CRAZY over my parents' 25 grandkids!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeVYEDEGlyIfNVcASHSbHOfoO5eRDSoR3oyRYUAUSv0PWmx9HvDnEWwUJj7Fbh2bS_0hpkvC7ZpcdZGAJbRtmNeKzs4mdEppEOaEEQlUY6FioqTNEi4bcwm-24q0VM3SvFn-OC7mhZL7M/s1600-h/Wilson+Eyes.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314944338301338626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeVYEDEGlyIfNVcASHSbHOfoO5eRDSoR3oyRYUAUSv0PWmx9HvDnEWwUJj7Fbh2bS_0hpkvC7ZpcdZGAJbRtmNeKzs4mdEppEOaEEQlUY6FioqTNEi4bcwm-24q0VM3SvFn-OC7mhZL7M/s320/Wilson+Eyes.JPG" border="0" /></a> A few weeks ago Jenn and Nate, along with their kids, went to San Diego where they stayed with Eric. Eric sent me several pictures of Jenn's kids playing with Uncle Eric, Felicia the Dog, etc. After receiving a closeup of Eric snuggling with Wilson, I texted to Eric, "Don't the Mann kids have the BEST EYES EVER???" Eric replied, "EVER!" Eric and I have always coveted the Edwards blue eyes, and the Ballantyne eyes that are actually located on the face, instead of the Edwards eye location of being set in the center of the skull. Jenn definitely got the best of our parents in the eyes genes. Plus side for Eric, Quincy, and me; NO ONE CAN EVER POKE US IN THE EYE- nobody has fingers long enough to reach.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUPbjPFcb_hZNJmfWph1PBbqSH_x2AB08KiyLvCQxJlzcALWay-CspWaxZYgTnqy_TBuZRlZeSGrcWxZePN3b52odbqoDjefYuARHttI64pHXX2dx05K5g3jyrAk0ktxqtxo0av5Qig-8/s1600-h/Wilson+and+Caleb.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314944333959699762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUPbjPFcb_hZNJmfWph1PBbqSH_x2AB08KiyLvCQxJlzcALWay-CspWaxZYgTnqy_TBuZRlZeSGrcWxZePN3b52odbqoDjefYuARHttI64pHXX2dx05K5g3jyrAk0ktxqtxo0av5Qig-8/s320/Wilson+and+Caleb.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is yet another picture of Wilson Mann. I can't help myself. He's so adorable! I just love him. With Wilson is Caleb, Naomi's middle child. Caleb Edwards Cordner will be 16 in July. He's a huge history buff, loves reading, and is currently busy writing a book. He absolutely adores all his cousins, and loves having them over to hang out at his house. He is especially fond of me, and often leaves remarks on his facebook wall regarding just how much he loves me! I love Caleb! <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirNd0nR9VoZ7we-kFdphX5XgQA5NdAtG-Zr8xk7VsP8ucE-BJEVvyui7ZfLCKYGp-NzIkZYgPhbVJvFM04CAmCP8HWPWatpNM6O7ULlA9mh1SaAfzVtCEnxLx6CeOMLjc5pwTU4hisvvs/s1600-h/White++Baby.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314944332496963794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirNd0nR9VoZ7we-kFdphX5XgQA5NdAtG-Zr8xk7VsP8ucE-BJEVvyui7ZfLCKYGp-NzIkZYgPhbVJvFM04CAmCP8HWPWatpNM6O7ULlA9mh1SaAfzVtCEnxLx6CeOMLjc5pwTU4hisvvs/s320/White++Baby.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br />This is my white baby, John Arthur. He prefers to be known by his middle name because it's his Grandpa Bird's name. The scab on his eyelid is the result of falling off the top bunk and landing on a picture, breaking the glass, and cutting himself. Glad his eye was shut.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsqJBluxodGGO0P_QejGCGXz7MvDRUkI44kkXnmihPfyi82HO2j2K0aIIUr2Cm7Z1XojlTFM8KV3ySn5Dr983weCbTplRPi75CFP5_E85_9ZF4oCb0uy1ZamOCfYl7EYqVjbPsj8M6gB8/s1600-h/What.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314943081401417842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsqJBluxodGGO0P_QejGCGXz7MvDRUkI44kkXnmihPfyi82HO2j2K0aIIUr2Cm7Z1XojlTFM8KV3ySn5Dr983weCbTplRPi75CFP5_E85_9ZF4oCb0uy1ZamOCfYl7EYqVjbPsj8M6gB8/s320/What.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br />These two guys are Eric Reece Hudson and Dexter Brink Edwards. Reece, in the green, is my oldest. Dexter, in white, is Quincy's oldest. These guys have been best friends since birth. They are only 4 months apart, and Reece was at the hospital just minutes after Dexter was born to meet his buddy. When the boys were little they never referred to one another by their names. They were always "Buddy." I remember several years ago receiving a phone call from Quincy. He told me, "I picked up Dexter, and asked, 'Are you my buddy?' and Dexter replied, 'No, I Buddy's Buddy.'" They're still buddies. I love that.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFvtBNxCOMd-3DgFg12o8vYusRBqHZFUybOhScVIQtcIAG_rRZ3daHILwl6N3zXPcPApzw7hiPdAL3wdo8sh4Lp1yb6q_0yHiEQyaT6wu-OAUV0kGL363gXcyzlXD1KegSXkvv6jZbluw/s1600-h/twisted+Arms.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314943076995413298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFvtBNxCOMd-3DgFg12o8vYusRBqHZFUybOhScVIQtcIAG_rRZ3daHILwl6N3zXPcPApzw7hiPdAL3wdo8sh4Lp1yb6q_0yHiEQyaT6wu-OAUV0kGL363gXcyzlXD1KegSXkvv6jZbluw/s320/twisted+Arms.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br /><br />This is one of my favorite things. Just watching ALL my guys play ball together. I could watch this ALL DAY LONG! You'll see. I took like 4 or 5 thousand pictures of the guys playing catch, and lucky for you I've posted ALL OF THEM! In this picture you see Dex, Reece, Seth Edwards Hudson (my second) in red shorts and a sun visor, and Ike Arthur Edwards (Quincy's fourth) in black and white.<br /><br /><br />Redge and I had a pretty easy weekend. We got into Vegas on Friday afternoon. We drove straight to Quincy's house where we left Reece and Seth. Then we dropped some stuff at my parents, and took Taite and Arthur to Jenn's. Saturday morning we woke up to silence at my parents' home! Mmmmmm... sleeping in on a Saturday! Is there anything better than that? Once we were up, Redge, my mom, and I went to our old stake center on Cheyenne and Buffalo to watch Dexter and Locke (Quincy's second) play basketball. Quincy is in the ward we attended while living in Vegas, and it was great to see so many of our friends, as well as watch our nephews play ball.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0WEtFphnJKgV_va6Nx-A4omzCTeBtLyeWwql5xE7H6NufvDBISpx_XXSptDaKZypobhqbMT1TjMPAfNGhpZoU17G9e_qS0QwAL125gn0FFoA9te0Cg9-Pv1Rsl_SUO3vQHNiq1kcLQsc/s1600-h/Tuck+Team.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314943073953938626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0WEtFphnJKgV_va6Nx-A4omzCTeBtLyeWwql5xE7H6NufvDBISpx_XXSptDaKZypobhqbMT1TjMPAfNGhpZoU17G9e_qS0QwAL125gn0FFoA9te0Cg9-Pv1Rsl_SUO3vQHNiq1kcLQsc/s320/Tuck+Team.JPG" border="0" /></a> After the basketball game we drove straight to Molasky Middle School to watch Tucker's football game. Quincy coaches the team. Tucker is far left, and Quincy is to the right, and wearing brown. Quincy wasn't home on Friday when we dropped off the boys, so the first time I saw him was Saturday, and the game had begun before we arrived. So, when I got to the field Quincy was already ON the field trying to coach his boys. I yelled really loudly, "Quincy!" It startled him, and his head yanked toward my voice. When I had his full attention I said, "Hi!" He shook his head, and walked away. Ahhhh... I love being a little sister!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrTIb4cu0GN1n1bTXR2UpPeaNcuj4VJQWEwtEf9t5QZ_x-olexrg46PGVJRmYCHyjyzXbUvpKwsN0zCGHwKQWm_PRpQjesKn9cseGQ2JYYL72oyh0ReF-JQ2joJ5vsUIJK2HFLTjDyjvA/s1600-h/Tuck+stretch.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314943074185243794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrTIb4cu0GN1n1bTXR2UpPeaNcuj4VJQWEwtEf9t5QZ_x-olexrg46PGVJRmYCHyjyzXbUvpKwsN0zCGHwKQWm_PRpQjesKn9cseGQ2JYYL72oyh0ReF-JQ2joJ5vsUIJK2HFLTjDyjvA/s320/Tuck+stretch.JPG" border="0" /></a>Another of Tucker and Quincy. Tucker is far left. Quincy is far right.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiB-ayzA5jlligsDYOTIIMU9xDkPnhRpcTihNli8I0lPyZgzs_hB27lvEqOnqoq429qIs5stFFVQ7hyj2nD-KIlE-AGVE5HMvRoahyUGgKyc_rCDKUH5_U93KohWEWnyJ8rUQxIEyGrEA/s1600-h/Tuck+Field.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314943068549800962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiB-ayzA5jlligsDYOTIIMU9xDkPnhRpcTihNli8I0lPyZgzs_hB27lvEqOnqoq429qIs5stFFVQ7hyj2nD-KIlE-AGVE5HMvRoahyUGgKyc_rCDKUH5_U93KohWEWnyJ8rUQxIEyGrEA/s320/Tuck+Field.JPG" border="0" /></a> Tucker Douglas Edwards (Doug is Mo's dad) is Quincy's third. I love this guy! He is so sweet and so kind! He loves to draw, and he is one crazy defender! Tucker can pull flags like no one I've ever seen before or since! <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Fhz0ltkzWSaPjjw8WFQQr6BTXDPw4na5AaeJH3A1CNPkXnFsxahgcUSMF_7_X-5r8RVD_t9fOMpZNNFj-Gb-26VtJD4Usdv2Cz_qmcoXMVWvcTyn0SNZYqtRvPozo9vJYFK94i_16lI/s1600-h/tuck+cal+ht.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314941926633471186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Fhz0ltkzWSaPjjw8WFQQr6BTXDPw4na5AaeJH3A1CNPkXnFsxahgcUSMF_7_X-5r8RVD_t9fOMpZNNFj-Gb-26VtJD4Usdv2Cz_qmcoXMVWvcTyn0SNZYqtRvPozo9vJYFK94i_16lI/s320/tuck+cal+ht.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here's Tucker with Caleb in Naomi's jacuzi. Naomi has the best house EVER! Everytime I go to Vegas Naomi hosts a party- I like to pretend I'm famous, and it's all for me, but its really because of Redge and the kids. And, every single time we go to Naomi's house there is more stuff in her yard! The swingset is new, the flag is new, and the volleyball court is new. Naomi has all the good toys!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDQi6QSO6zzCSz1d5OeXlXeAMXN49g7c17fAHSvFtRMn2GGHKLF1BeI8jRbYyJ5AaJWzYrdmCrGWwDjlr90gYVwBTz9IXxtubBlS5b2wyDh4vQUzJUku5xcgscFfe5fKn8VJX8E0pFKe4/s1600-h/told+ya.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314941924391853426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDQi6QSO6zzCSz1d5OeXlXeAMXN49g7c17fAHSvFtRMn2GGHKLF1BeI8jRbYyJ5AaJWzYrdmCrGWwDjlr90gYVwBTz9IXxtubBlS5b2wyDh4vQUzJUku5xcgscFfe5fKn8VJX8E0pFKe4/s320/told+ya.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV98gYdIpoeQmoovBzx8L2_hZOUzFXQpmn7OkLv8hbI5lrA-cNvy_AUpGkrIFUOuiJJZ2HJiN7tEAflMmOJoMgIF9tuYTILcdzzNvLUyoXobTQL0Q0QGaLq3EuH4BRQzP2HGaBbrgTVxE/s1600-h/tatiana.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314941918468239170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV98gYdIpoeQmoovBzx8L2_hZOUzFXQpmn7OkLv8hbI5lrA-cNvy_AUpGkrIFUOuiJJZ2HJiN7tEAflMmOJoMgIF9tuYTILcdzzNvLUyoXobTQL0Q0QGaLq3EuH4BRQzP2HGaBbrgTVxE/s320/tatiana.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is Christy Joy Cordner, Naomi's baby, and only girl! She and Taite are best friends! Christy is musically and artistically talented. Luckily she rounds it all out with a TON of drama! She is very fun, and EXTREMELY entertaining!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIuLKLgNttopLRhCDhWMXtK7gjrj91AL86FaqAE-FkwU4xg2oKrjcHbAGTDMfXg01j-6qvpehSjYqoGw5jCILXWN1tAO4Jz9hSdYayw7nhWqL5c4BEwNupwUGzhpRtcV4HD991-AqdpE0/s1600-h/Tap,+Tap+Revenge.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314941910316412754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIuLKLgNttopLRhCDhWMXtK7gjrj91AL86FaqAE-FkwU4xg2oKrjcHbAGTDMfXg01j-6qvpehSjYqoGw5jCILXWN1tAO4Jz9hSdYayw7nhWqL5c4BEwNupwUGzhpRtcV4HD991-AqdpE0/s320/Tap,+Tap+Revenge.JPG" border="0" /></a> One of my favorite pictures of the weekend- me, schooling Dexter at Tap Tap Revenge!!! Oh yeah, I won! I'm excited to take on Karlee in the Dance Dance Revolution tournament at Aspen Grove!!! White girl is going down! Down, Down, Down!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYNQJYb_Sq32lbPybw29ARpxbw_lw6SHSIFDOyg_lPBkQxUbLdvkcLQLirsnoEybF9W84blRHOZ2UqpGvDocIC07IMGudmV9skh_FXFlT2P2VQAWeazunU46IrpimH9V-NCV_7bqL_urM/s1600-h/t8+explains.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314941905809352226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYNQJYb_Sq32lbPybw29ARpxbw_lw6SHSIFDOyg_lPBkQxUbLdvkcLQLirsnoEybF9W84blRHOZ2UqpGvDocIC07IMGudmV9skh_FXFlT2P2VQAWeazunU46IrpimH9V-NCV_7bqL_urM/s320/t8+explains.JPG" border="0" /></a> I love my girl, Jennifer Taite Hudson. As aforementioned, Taite spent Friday night at Jenn's. When they arrived at Naomi's Taite's hair was all adorable in two braids. But, when she changed to swim she took down her hair. Here she is trying to explain to me exactly why it is that she HAD to undo the braids to get in the pool! Doesn't she know the rules??? They're clearly posted at the Red Rock Swimming Club. "All hair extending beyond the shoulders must be restrained in a braid or pony tail." I hope she took a shower before she got in, otherwise Von Alleman is going to make her get out of the pool!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm_Ue9ySOWo6CcfV_YtjEQdR58uJDhZZJ7_BhJQe6Y-gBgLjsNhJiVlZQ6mnlgjkTx6w14dCZnTCihXwSJdSpb4R1fQVuGCPWH_BUg2HPPSwZxkE51yR1gUMnk_bPHbjdeq4BI1V7Vbf4/s1600-h/Quincy+Enter.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314935456396656978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm_Ue9ySOWo6CcfV_YtjEQdR58uJDhZZJ7_BhJQe6Y-gBgLjsNhJiVlZQ6mnlgjkTx6w14dCZnTCihXwSJdSpb4R1fQVuGCPWH_BUg2HPPSwZxkE51yR1gUMnk_bPHbjdeq4BI1V7Vbf4/s320/Quincy+Enter.JPG" border="0" /></a> I like to take pictures of Quincy when he least expects it. I think I accomplished it here. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitPo3Britf33z8bUCA-6m_Uf46O3M9JoP4AG_M5Vw9ARiDTH8ejZ2fPcVhtt22VjOiUQUO2F_2any5t_eG3ZjsgMLoJ4gnvD83ybdXJT3fsvL2IULSbIOq992nDHPHFO1R3SYbwlG_R9o/s1600-h/Quincy+Coach.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314935451683732962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitPo3Britf33z8bUCA-6m_Uf46O3M9JoP4AG_M5Vw9ARiDTH8ejZ2fPcVhtt22VjOiUQUO2F_2any5t_eG3ZjsgMLoJ4gnvD83ybdXJT3fsvL2IULSbIOq992nDHPHFO1R3SYbwlG_R9o/s320/Quincy+Coach.JPG" border="0" /></a> More of Quincy on the field. He's such a good dad. He tries really hard to involve himself as much as possible with his boys, and his girl.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSE61hXHEJf7bf5TtyKkb6-xRFo1_pPHyEwu38WDxtoRuZWxZm3I35488FZ9NLSYBE6WF345yKXTnwfKcV9ZP8tZO2WANzpp9_eT_B2-oPsMrMLqEFBZynu5TCfiHFaZCyKOfM62ImChk/s1600-h/Quincy+bugged+seasaw.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314935447589333858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSE61hXHEJf7bf5TtyKkb6-xRFo1_pPHyEwu38WDxtoRuZWxZm3I35488FZ9NLSYBE6WF345yKXTnwfKcV9ZP8tZO2WANzpp9_eT_B2-oPsMrMLqEFBZynu5TCfiHFaZCyKOfM62ImChk/s320/Quincy+bugged+seasaw.JPG" border="0" /></a> See what I mean? Here he is with Mae Naomi Edwards (Quincy's fifth- and only girl). First, let me say that this seesaw is AM-A-ZA-ZING!!! It is so fun! Some of you may remember the pictures of Naomi and me on this from last March. It is totally fun! Second- do you like the way Quincy looks bugged? I don't. He always acts all bugged with me when I take pictures, but you should see the one I took of him and Tucker a couple of years ago. You know- you really should see it. I'm going to create a post for that picture- all by itself! It's really great. Quincy should be thanking me every day for the rest of his life for that little number, but no. Not Quincy. Instead he makes these faces. And, it gets worse. Just you wait. But, I'm relentless. I just keep taking pictures. Someday he'll thank me.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH6RoLJBlID720E44vnnl-Ri_0MV7xcGWksH4UcV5HSxTSNSvuKx7Dj9IMlyV90Hqn8kmWhGMQToNi0oJS-qylxlWKZ6wJzDKtZklCIkf5ymPAtwecN6CxKbMS3vDZRatwNRXUUrw-O8k/s1600-h/Quincy+and+Mae+smile.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314935439305502338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH6RoLJBlID720E44vnnl-Ri_0MV7xcGWksH4UcV5HSxTSNSvuKx7Dj9IMlyV90Hqn8kmWhGMQToNi0oJS-qylxlWKZ6wJzDKtZklCIkf5ymPAtwecN6CxKbMS3vDZRatwNRXUUrw-O8k/s320/Quincy+and+Mae+smile.JPG" border="0" /></a> See how cute Quincy is with Mae? Don't you think I'm a great sister for taking these pictures? Don't you think Mae is going to love having these someday? I know she is. That's why I put up with Quincy's angry ape face.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuioKLUHsEsoFluICND_jEOo9QF0VN_600CeJTJ0q-T-wVcaUFRTX2OPzPiDkTFTSbQONFV_Z6avuGYTBQveHlsbXBU4zxQ1cb3_kGbVEla_n4iRLMJAJIUXrAWUAsnSOT8rMJ4rX8r0Q/s1600-h/Pretty+Mo.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314935436515108594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuioKLUHsEsoFluICND_jEOo9QF0VN_600CeJTJ0q-T-wVcaUFRTX2OPzPiDkTFTSbQONFV_Z6avuGYTBQveHlsbXBU4zxQ1cb3_kGbVEla_n4iRLMJAJIUXrAWUAsnSOT8rMJ4rX8r0Q/s320/Pretty+Mo.JPG" border="0" /></a> Isn't Amorette so pretty? She really is. I just love her!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTz5_GnCnHveWvBrKlO-PBL0giDTS8iuTqUDs3IFOB2aEgJe8jaRbyzFuCnTuqdbokT99A-FSxrE_D3zaTt-cw9OC7JrnbjiBa722H0SuLB_pMndFe87n0g-H8BXD8oPWL02mJero-KOs/s1600-h/So+Tuck.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314929976631927858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTz5_GnCnHveWvBrKlO-PBL0giDTS8iuTqUDs3IFOB2aEgJe8jaRbyzFuCnTuqdbokT99A-FSxrE_D3zaTt-cw9OC7JrnbjiBa722H0SuLB_pMndFe87n0g-H8BXD8oPWL02mJero-KOs/s320/So+Tuck.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is another one of my faves. This right here is SO Tuck! This is the entire essence of Tucker! This picture makes me smile!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbXdZxuuemmt9CW-716cwNdaC0phWWH9ABA97Z-5b-q7TbbwUBKvbq2VkKlm2HK1aCXrYEGmAEY5PMT9creihHbwGTQONEXHmmEZiAt-jpHgefi88ynEgYTyKbUD_Fx2dRM-LzqJwoDy4/s1600-h/Seth+teeth.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314929965855521394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbXdZxuuemmt9CW-716cwNdaC0phWWH9ABA97Z-5b-q7TbbwUBKvbq2VkKlm2HK1aCXrYEGmAEY5PMT9creihHbwGTQONEXHmmEZiAt-jpHgefi88ynEgYTyKbUD_Fx2dRM-LzqJwoDy4/s320/Seth+teeth.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE1OL1zUrlbmUObWOcsaJjnE_hGpwHwD_HdgopdsjSAHk2q7XChJ-ym30jviP3BWCeIrKyCys4zPCjJ2-oh19iA_F8HZf5LQ4ZZzeouj3P524kKQqKR9cj_BLN-KzrJurGTj1CHMRR5BY/s1600-h/Seth+Naomi+house.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314929954253973266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE1OL1zUrlbmUObWOcsaJjnE_hGpwHwD_HdgopdsjSAHk2q7XChJ-ym30jviP3BWCeIrKyCys4zPCjJ2-oh19iA_F8HZf5LQ4ZZzeouj3P524kKQqKR9cj_BLN-KzrJurGTj1CHMRR5BY/s320/Seth+Naomi+house.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is my twin doll, I mean Seth. Seth Edwards Hudson is my second child, and I love him! The other day he told me he couldn't think of a single person, in the entire world that he doesn't like. I was amazed! I decided I don't want to just look like Seth- I want to be EXACTLY like him. He is such a kind person, and like his Grandpa Bird he LOVES animals!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuNJvil715YSIh-ioS6jXIkSWnm7jAfJjA6IRUgnZTJJicoL8OSKzq7xKvTMIM8fWqAYS3Tx8e1N0BMqg725DR0fDxOhXpGGQhj7nIFga5GrI8Sgq-uiPrsRuJeYr0DzNxttVBEVnpK_U/s1600-h/seth+mae+arthur+hot+tub.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314929947339099826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuNJvil715YSIh-ioS6jXIkSWnm7jAfJjA6IRUgnZTJJicoL8OSKzq7xKvTMIM8fWqAYS3Tx8e1N0BMqg725DR0fDxOhXpGGQhj7nIFga5GrI8Sgq-uiPrsRuJeYr0DzNxttVBEVnpK_U/s320/seth+mae+arthur+hot+tub.JPG" border="0" /></a> Okay, I know... I took about 3.5 million pictures of the kids in the jacuzi, but they kept moving, and they were all so cute! I couldn't help myself. Here we have Seth (my twin), Mae, and Arthur.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwzh-o9PdlOeD8sNZOrL6IHsNOVK7o6Qxd0JFl4t_-FwLYrZvnvs7P8EMcatiPZAAhXf6z5jxPtqov6JY6Rk3c25HOS0ZVJQJ_dxOHOOU79ItX3cdvQmtgTVfVNKZZn2GLArKowvijRSM/s1600-h/Seth+Bum.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314929933274869442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwzh-o9PdlOeD8sNZOrL6IHsNOVK7o6Qxd0JFl4t_-FwLYrZvnvs7P8EMcatiPZAAhXf6z5jxPtqov6JY6Rk3c25HOS0ZVJQJ_dxOHOOU79ItX3cdvQmtgTVfVNKZZn2GLArKowvijRSM/s320/Seth+Bum.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQJORLxEMMDfAlBOXvDXGSwH8JR4hryj0GCR2iVdH5nd8D7Mo9zt5rNDpNKJ919w3qr68Wo-rV4EwUV1_wCX1N0qIJuTFUaYw77cF8WrpuuwTsBcyZ14Xe8nXCzSaWLlpPdoy0_hbwHZk/s1600-h/Seth+and+Alyssa.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314928674511629234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQJORLxEMMDfAlBOXvDXGSwH8JR4hryj0GCR2iVdH5nd8D7Mo9zt5rNDpNKJ919w3qr68Wo-rV4EwUV1_wCX1N0qIJuTFUaYw77cF8WrpuuwTsBcyZ14Xe8nXCzSaWLlpPdoy0_hbwHZk/s320/Seth+and+Alyssa.JPG" border="0" /></a> Seth and Alyssa love each other. I think it's because they are both so very, very kind. I love this picture! <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEzcv5rqfvgbwMMV6V-RughaCHOsikfAvrXaUCf_r_IWbS23s1xUx2mTfN5Z9_OixJK1kKarEERdDltKFL_VDPiHriuRWV-Ucckk0E3T-GhuWigf5puLqSvfoprFHHc1u01lPCh6QcWCE/s1600-h/Right+Here!.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314928669762603970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEzcv5rqfvgbwMMV6V-RughaCHOsikfAvrXaUCf_r_IWbS23s1xUx2mTfN5Z9_OixJK1kKarEERdDltKFL_VDPiHriuRWV-Ucckk0E3T-GhuWigf5puLqSvfoprFHHc1u01lPCh6QcWCE/s320/Right+Here!.JPG" border="0" /></a> I know... more football pictures. I'm Arthur Edwards' daughter! What do you expect from me? Don't you judge me!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgunVBWKNL6z0R-e57g706S-Hd8e3bkIY2twPItSVAWrLldPlPsxPOJAYsV5wQP1ujDk4gR5SAnqNjmvCVC8GPdmdOZ8fYzgO6yBQxQIhtL8kmnrDYof14g48xD1s1I6LOnX2yHmABgoNc/s1600-h/Reece+Smile.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314928666489604338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgunVBWKNL6z0R-e57g706S-Hd8e3bkIY2twPItSVAWrLldPlPsxPOJAYsV5wQP1ujDk4gR5SAnqNjmvCVC8GPdmdOZ8fYzgO6yBQxQIhtL8kmnrDYof14g48xD1s1I6LOnX2yHmABgoNc/s320/Reece+Smile.JPG" border="0" /></a> I love Reece. Just watching him makes me so happy! <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiopPOPEhUVsWyE58cfl4OY-8LjC5zU5CWh9fivaBvsiUGWb0cR8Rj92h-8hbK_hiiXlCp8DB3fM6s9TjNorz3MQ9bd6mF_6T4rI9Ma716eZ2ggBhEVYFFC4t-dTvRY41DgVhpu-6mxndY/s1600-h/Reece+at+gnomey+house.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314928663115484546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiopPOPEhUVsWyE58cfl4OY-8LjC5zU5CWh9fivaBvsiUGWb0cR8Rj92h-8hbK_hiiXlCp8DB3fM6s9TjNorz3MQ9bd6mF_6T4rI9Ma716eZ2ggBhEVYFFC4t-dTvRY41DgVhpu-6mxndY/s320/Reece+at+gnomey+house.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEwPCIm22HwMvmAFquJG1uwu72ovIC8SKPRN8tbwC6iUTM0S8LjVQ_v9QFcIBeu_grlGHP-0jWMwwWzSu_TepJrZD4LiEMOYZ1VAsgxPWpmb55MJli3ZtXBkfHg40rIWrBl1ccAYqInUY/s1600-h/Reece+Arm.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314928649916602498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEwPCIm22HwMvmAFquJG1uwu72ovIC8SKPRN8tbwC6iUTM0S8LjVQ_v9QFcIBeu_grlGHP-0jWMwwWzSu_TepJrZD4LiEMOYZ1VAsgxPWpmb55MJli3ZtXBkfHg40rIWrBl1ccAYqInUY/s320/Reece+Arm.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is quite possibly my all time favorite picture from last weekend! Watching Reece throw a perfect spiral literally brings tears to my eyes! Watching this kid on the field takes my breath away! I saw him take a few guys down last fall, and everytime my eyes rolled back in my head, and floated to complete Nirvana! Ahhhh... football season! Only four more months!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYSIE4lTE13_obkNtjAS1Sb13C1uXMHd5PpuPdwB-F6gkzo9E0zPyQJoEBipASDU7MvXW4RMYVi6zcX5YD11W0KiTt-ysWxHGj3maHGWyjnqRYi7ixUF8lGzvPGdj02F4aYWhqfgkPrEs/s1600-h/Reece+and+Locke.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314927755627931298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYSIE4lTE13_obkNtjAS1Sb13C1uXMHd5PpuPdwB-F6gkzo9E0zPyQJoEBipASDU7MvXW4RMYVi6zcX5YD11W0KiTt-ysWxHGj3maHGWyjnqRYi7ixUF8lGzvPGdj02F4aYWhqfgkPrEs/s320/Reece+and+Locke.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is George "Locke" Edwards (Quincy's second) with Reece. I love watching Locke play move. He moves EXACTLY like Quincy! And, as much as he moves like my brother- he thinks like me. I totally "get" Locke. I watch him react to things, I hear him speak, and it's exactly what I would do, think, say. I am absolutely crazy over Locke. Yep. Lyndee LOVES Locke!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEmpO-lOCfUCl1eAAETOKupaXWmOJKz0oKlzgao49lN5XSpu2d2aErFQcYKxOPyN6vFkF8BkMJfiH750UrDefwmwGccV0qUC55-rXH0d2TcxvZBIqlYBC3fetPyGcgdi1mCpx9gL5K6AE/s1600-h/Reece+and+Alyssa+vball.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314927756328992162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEmpO-lOCfUCl1eAAETOKupaXWmOJKz0oKlzgao49lN5XSpu2d2aErFQcYKxOPyN6vFkF8BkMJfiH750UrDefwmwGccV0qUC55-rXH0d2TcxvZBIqlYBC3fetPyGcgdi1mCpx9gL5K6AE/s320/Reece+and+Alyssa+vball.JPG" border="0" /></a> It is so fun to watch these kids grow up together, and start being friends. This is Naomi's volleyball court. I loved watching the kids play. It was great to see the girls hold their own with the guys! <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX2rqfSXPA_7jaqwKPwr71aNWjdTQY1kHW5qrGKVgG0wGS5Dym1gGq1ntQR578w7-Yi7fYSlqKtmzB3APTD_hOS8DeSbvUW6LDAcet35F1Ag_tHFTYek8yPeUIwWcFd-uVBjWFL7JP44M/s1600-h/Reece+and+Alyssa.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314927753941946354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX2rqfSXPA_7jaqwKPwr71aNWjdTQY1kHW5qrGKVgG0wGS5Dym1gGq1ntQR578w7-Yi7fYSlqKtmzB3APTD_hOS8DeSbvUW6LDAcet35F1Ag_tHFTYek8yPeUIwWcFd-uVBjWFL7JP44M/s320/Reece+and+Alyssa.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnNfk3btRGdUrK31IX1YGU_z_XLslEgldsZEhvpbiyNZlYq_CRhSqphZNbU_ikFzYUiCycdLDbT1aDK9gv4L_LO7qCHD2AyAUxMZRPLY_IHUFMzCUTF8DD0G74q1ujAULfwgRCd8bVZY0/s1600-h/Reece.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314927749428726530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnNfk3btRGdUrK31IX1YGU_z_XLslEgldsZEhvpbiyNZlYq_CRhSqphZNbU_ikFzYUiCycdLDbT1aDK9gv4L_LO7qCHD2AyAUxMZRPLY_IHUFMzCUTF8DD0G74q1ujAULfwgRCd8bVZY0/s320/Reece.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghN4e4semsNM_TgzeaSO1tnOEQnJnCTyy7TQCZlnL2HBAdyzsLX8oe9Rs-jk5Qui-VOpS5AgHXeFA_cDqyZg0H1sWaTMNaqvm8WJ758vK2IiS98BJt7B1kYhXLRzAHK2jhOTt5iLaWxjM/s1600-h/Redge+Looks.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314927745334636002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghN4e4semsNM_TgzeaSO1tnOEQnJnCTyy7TQCZlnL2HBAdyzsLX8oe9Rs-jk5Qui-VOpS5AgHXeFA_cDqyZg0H1sWaTMNaqvm8WJ758vK2IiS98BJt7B1kYhXLRzAHK2jhOTt5iLaWxjM/s320/Redge+Looks.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here's my cute husband. He was the "all time QB" during play. Locke was convinced it would take a while for them to adjust to receiving from a left handed QB. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr0SggCCl31sG_KPH1K54xpykECTlkKD2w2DUvxqtr-VhwmY9VqFx8nQNSXKgWVFibToHPbWSZ3gbEm5gW3UpautGOmJxR6UJujl9B8lTkL9Xx9JL8MV_uZ5uhqtA590KAIYTz4nT79ZE/s1600-h/r+q+n+bbq.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314927008467857154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr0SggCCl31sG_KPH1K54xpykECTlkKD2w2DUvxqtr-VhwmY9VqFx8nQNSXKgWVFibToHPbWSZ3gbEm5gW3UpautGOmJxR6UJujl9B8lTkL9Xx9JL8MV_uZ5uhqtA590KAIYTz4nT79ZE/s320/r+q+n+bbq.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGHzKxfx81yqoIQ28fdRr3-z9BAsqfWwkCcgdA27c0Ctz5DZRGAfeWBQqfHrgVqAJTAfEqXwIhSNUQFZD21rk_YcgokSzQm1dykIGG72cN2A0sCFSCtzoUz7lzqQ_wHGDRtGjzVjANjBY/s1600-h/Redge.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314926998657896738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGHzKxfx81yqoIQ28fdRr3-z9BAsqfWwkCcgdA27c0Ctz5DZRGAfeWBQqfHrgVqAJTAfEqXwIhSNUQFZD21rk_YcgokSzQm1dykIGG72cN2A0sCFSCtzoUz7lzqQ_wHGDRtGjzVjANjBY/s320/Redge.JPG" border="0" /></a> My great husband. I dig him.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc_chjU9OZvxbXsUvbeSp4mQBnxNyiUffxUGOMpaMT_UNyydlCUY0TE5xoiJqjHUF5PqE9ycV8CXht3fwDtyeDiW_ftl22KSBPH4jsYZVm7XwpChut9eZD2lwAmTGTSzXP3HQ5eM-HTAc/s1600-h/Quincy+Point.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314926994749973634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc_chjU9OZvxbXsUvbeSp4mQBnxNyiUffxUGOMpaMT_UNyydlCUY0TE5xoiJqjHUF5PqE9ycV8CXht3fwDtyeDiW_ftl22KSBPH4jsYZVm7XwpChut9eZD2lwAmTGTSzXP3HQ5eM-HTAc/s320/Quincy+Point.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaYYaDgQfqY5aJu0kp9e8M-dKdhSpmAATdxt-ERw2GGMcbcgqzUgx4CqHFvJGOZmM5EAmklYUBMc7S5Oh7YfiSKDuuXTcIHkxGXiBhpc9_ApA0llUvSnnPVsN2UqS4LJzB1Mqy5mxKg8o/s1600-h/Quincy+on+Field.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314926981578583698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaYYaDgQfqY5aJu0kp9e8M-dKdhSpmAATdxt-ERw2GGMcbcgqzUgx4CqHFvJGOZmM5EAmklYUBMc7S5Oh7YfiSKDuuXTcIHkxGXiBhpc9_ApA0llUvSnnPVsN2UqS4LJzB1Mqy5mxKg8o/s320/Quincy+on+Field.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsDN2XVt3nZ69oOqwBVW-BxAhJAdJaEfdgiTc05k6WwQmuzgNWjXos_WbolfJCbvpCou3WidreTVFTrsxSpF18X5ApRenERUkGRoRyM5uQZvi1ptNkv93JaNa-TTgsPY1nTSrn4880X2s/s1600-h/Quincy+Knees.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314926972006069954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsDN2XVt3nZ69oOqwBVW-BxAhJAdJaEfdgiTc05k6WwQmuzgNWjXos_WbolfJCbvpCou3WidreTVFTrsxSpF18X5ApRenERUkGRoRyM5uQZvi1ptNkv93JaNa-TTgsPY1nTSrn4880X2s/s320/Quincy+Knees.JPG" border="0" /></a> This picture might possibly shed some light on exactly why Quincy doesn't love seeing me with a camera. These are Quincy's knees. I have no idea why a 38 year old, father of 6 has dirty knees, but he did. I don't get it. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQrEtxUegSMAipMWatnzGefjj7-GTyFOeFPRoNqyAhL0ZzLPuXGNlk4d6ppp3lKB5yZvcIfBMg1CJJ2tttsQY-Qkiu63UuI3d-3VRlxXXwXRMgd-lrny5YsZN-dnEF74exYXTSI5Ew7tA/s1600-h/Poor+Mae+Mae.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314925942373259202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQrEtxUegSMAipMWatnzGefjj7-GTyFOeFPRoNqyAhL0ZzLPuXGNlk4d6ppp3lKB5yZvcIfBMg1CJJ2tttsQY-Qkiu63UuI3d-3VRlxXXwXRMgd-lrny5YsZN-dnEF74exYXTSI5Ew7tA/s320/Poor+Mae+Mae.JPG" border="0" /></a> I love Mae. I love watching Quincy with her. He's so sweet. When Mae is sad or hurt she always runs to her dad. I love this little girl! <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuNukhEPjbbO-dTxr6441W8-6IdoeEFsemDafUxrbtlgbvvPnCS2XG7PdxqjfZTQ7Qqgzn3mnxMN31pCgvfrGyGuwjN5i0v6CSmnivFQTvtxZrPXco2vd72JtjGqSkZ07VuBT3QXB4e0g/s1600-h/poor+ike.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314925938246817122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuNukhEPjbbO-dTxr6441W8-6IdoeEFsemDafUxrbtlgbvvPnCS2XG7PdxqjfZTQ7Qqgzn3mnxMN31pCgvfrGyGuwjN5i0v6CSmnivFQTvtxZrPXco2vd72JtjGqSkZ07VuBT3QXB4e0g/s320/poor+ike.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ubrLTGSjlY_fGK2HZtvN9RVoFtKRaY65LRTL7V3OtVMphOukMezXspDwwL40ssQbHF1LfWb3EDExOKfVooipE4P5UBGoSGgXzDYpc2xNJZOAbAHwMaxyKt4u3sR0-l7NETcjDWKECJo/s1600-h/pool.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314925933940402034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ubrLTGSjlY_fGK2HZtvN9RVoFtKRaY65LRTL7V3OtVMphOukMezXspDwwL40ssQbHF1LfWb3EDExOKfVooipE4P5UBGoSGgXzDYpc2xNJZOAbAHwMaxyKt4u3sR0-l7NETcjDWKECJo/s320/pool.JPG" border="0" /></a> Naomi's pool is so pretty. I love going to her place just to relax. Mark and Naomi are the best hosts ever! They are so calm and relaxed. They're so easy, and so kind. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHGYL1mLgFpoDhVXSvzcUdu8NwhzG6okME_uMcgtROkGJgxb0BrGVCzjGGYtq4LiUF0dB13TM3AzDo7PMzVpnGqLJ0pIz0IfeW80LWqp4NGXwyMX2LprhP9eNsQ14CpdH8hziAXVPt0E4/s1600-h/old+man+hurt+knees.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314925931522050738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHGYL1mLgFpoDhVXSvzcUdu8NwhzG6okME_uMcgtROkGJgxb0BrGVCzjGGYtq4LiUF0dB13TM3AzDo7PMzVpnGqLJ0pIz0IfeW80LWqp4NGXwyMX2LprhP9eNsQ14CpdH8hziAXVPt0E4/s320/old+man+hurt+knees.JPG" border="0" /></a> This may be how Quincy got his knees so dirty. Dirty or not I know they're going to hurt tomorrow! <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigrKSfPci0evuWlEJkbRuBjAFnNb9SpCOaPdGdqw0ns1wI3WZquTgGrOD494A05OseR4JwLQREktG5mroTxtqzopgTMkdhhaJ33R9ln1G08MdXFyxoOfpU4-bp3l_l3KBWCxbhID6iHUU/s1600-h/nope.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314925922353801746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigrKSfPci0evuWlEJkbRuBjAFnNb9SpCOaPdGdqw0ns1wI3WZquTgGrOD494A05OseR4JwLQREktG5mroTxtqzopgTMkdhhaJ33R9ln1G08MdXFyxoOfpU4-bp3l_l3KBWCxbhID6iHUU/s320/nope.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Sz4iW63B5fud59FUIKKSVYYJNryCZFwVgrv3jGbi20RBYpZvF36COOaE9DM5yqY_WenVxHPT3eYJknlsUr0TVCxhvzFJLEvmpeOPXvHrfUXGoa0UjyWNFEh2GukfW-HyyM196GGR9yQ/s1600-h/Nate+Cooks!.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314924479623147426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Sz4iW63B5fud59FUIKKSVYYJNryCZFwVgrv3jGbi20RBYpZvF36COOaE9DM5yqY_WenVxHPT3eYJknlsUr0TVCxhvzFJLEvmpeOPXvHrfUXGoa0UjyWNFEh2GukfW-HyyM196GGR9yQ/s320/Nate+Cooks!.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is Jenn's husband, Nathan Daniel Mann. I like Nate. He cooks. He cooks a lot, and it's always good stuff! I hear he and his dad make amazing bbq ribs, but since I don't like bbq flavor or ribs I can't tell you for sure. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGaXtzPklUhdvhg_d3mICDs_zSBgCV2Slm-vmZLy0yw9VKfCCRh-xvkDpLBypL3tgVKo_b038OA-fPoa5WDqzXQaa2WsrfMtx0wMUIEWVOl5EYJtptnqrmekBpQ5hnCffFE9FnFjhrMDU/s1600-h/Nate+Cooks.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314924478639702738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGaXtzPklUhdvhg_d3mICDs_zSBgCV2Slm-vmZLy0yw9VKfCCRh-xvkDpLBypL3tgVKo_b038OA-fPoa5WDqzXQaa2WsrfMtx0wMUIEWVOl5EYJtptnqrmekBpQ5hnCffFE9FnFjhrMDU/s320/Nate+Cooks.JPG" border="0" /></a> Nate is great! Despite the fact that he has 4 kids, and is in medical school he always finds time to grill for us at family parties. I'm also happy to say he is allergic to EVERYTHING! I inherited a couple of fantastic down comforters when Jenn married Nate. Sorry about the feathers, Guys. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinkWMRoPS5R2xm_LcGWAZHAVtw4OcBheZvIAyRxgWXETex2bnQX_91oaXuiF_78mMYeGXBX9gGcYn26lBdQCVJoRrdz-6bYYI6rLfYj7z4caOyYRShsup-mZVEDnVMY891KhJJ8Ku-G6s/s1600-h/Nate+and+Gentry.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314924467295152530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinkWMRoPS5R2xm_LcGWAZHAVtw4OcBheZvIAyRxgWXETex2bnQX_91oaXuiF_78mMYeGXBX9gGcYn26lBdQCVJoRrdz-6bYYI6rLfYj7z4caOyYRShsup-mZVEDnVMY891KhJJ8Ku-G6s/s320/Nate+and+Gentry.JPG" border="0" /></a> Nate is a really cute dad. He really knows how to play with his kids- even the girls! I rarely see Nate without one of his kids, and at those times he's usually holding a spatula. Well done, Baby Sister. You chose well for yourself!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk6Vu-J3G6ildnY3Jus2urR6nxlRN9Yu5vYfxTOOifN9DlxDIwgsd6W-l2eOnfgtxFIF-GbOH1DbNYQaYT6xD3ojEMxKNT9W-uhWDfOnzpy48dTVc3QDyaq96zcLOUAyPhVdj2erqFtzY/s1600-h/Naomi+Karlee+Marci.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314924456101216610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk6Vu-J3G6ildnY3Jus2urR6nxlRN9Yu5vYfxTOOifN9DlxDIwgsd6W-l2eOnfgtxFIF-GbOH1DbNYQaYT6xD3ojEMxKNT9W-uhWDfOnzpy48dTVc3QDyaq96zcLOUAyPhVdj2erqFtzY/s320/Naomi+Karlee+Marci.JPG" border="0" /></a> I LOVE my sisters and nieces! It's so fun to hang out with these people! I really like them! I would definitely choose them as friends if I wasn't lucky enough to have them as relatives!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVNnCN6Td9kvrrOMA-krg4Dq2m7FbV-AM7rLhWgC9SRCgbPYYhwhdgclq2VTXNNKGSyQdVhZyfJdog8qBBNPTZEA2vjMwrn6ZyesZXlGvHBJGkIKbhtdZ_xXuwSPAQeBF00pgY0lRPETU/s1600-h/Naomi+house.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314924452478035602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVNnCN6Td9kvrrOMA-krg4Dq2m7FbV-AM7rLhWgC9SRCgbPYYhwhdgclq2VTXNNKGSyQdVhZyfJdog8qBBNPTZEA2vjMwrn6ZyesZXlGvHBJGkIKbhtdZ_xXuwSPAQeBF00pgY0lRPETU/s320/Naomi+house.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI45e22-2k7jyrThaf1sLIAxqT0JzMCEr3OReGhMeMXetS1Hxzks95-ETu627UHi47qdiixmpgj-cl0B2frUUAC9O8w0-hgWV9_3zisB5VMmhKoksuaZdICoCejz-9f4A3KhzBOXF-a6c/s1600-h/Naomi+and+Jeff.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314909591665029074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI45e22-2k7jyrThaf1sLIAxqT0JzMCEr3OReGhMeMXetS1Hxzks95-ETu627UHi47qdiixmpgj-cl0B2frUUAC9O8w0-hgWV9_3zisB5VMmhKoksuaZdICoCejz-9f4A3KhzBOXF-a6c/s320/Naomi+and+Jeff.JPG" border="0" /></a> Check out Jeff! Jeffrey Bird Edwards, the oldest of my parents' seven kids, is so thin! Doesn't he look fantastic?! This guy rides his bike EVERY DAY for like millions of miles!!! I'm so glad Jeff was able to join us. Jeff is a CPA, and it is the middle of tax season. Generally we don't see much of Jeff between January and April 16th, but he found some time to come play, and it means so much to me that he would do that for us! <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkRTEYNLubsuFTzQCpRldj7j38CNP1TYeFoZyU2chtzmMhM6EVM8t0c2jdyuF9RkfaYdeH_ZfXj5tBVsfcoZfNVuanLEHYtkwQrE8Dagrs__0dWLrVWvV51Z4-vzd_AxYbN9QC1F32nv4/s1600-h/My+Serve!.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314909588538222770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkRTEYNLubsuFTzQCpRldj7j38CNP1TYeFoZyU2chtzmMhM6EVM8t0c2jdyuF9RkfaYdeH_ZfXj5tBVsfcoZfNVuanLEHYtkwQrE8Dagrs__0dWLrVWvV51Z4-vzd_AxYbN9QC1F32nv4/s320/My+Serve!.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrqbLOHuOzUyPXUxP74NmwK6rS6K1-LHw3K_nHzMXTD_2u-nqNXjkoVeyqlZ8RkRk2e3PB7ph_pL1Tejb1zZMwxxHSeCrexccQKnuRiKvHYn8RXpEmqImICoOMsSNRJRHzHsxs0z1EXpg/s1600-h/Mom+Danielle.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314909586300291410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrqbLOHuOzUyPXUxP74NmwK6rS6K1-LHw3K_nHzMXTD_2u-nqNXjkoVeyqlZ8RkRk2e3PB7ph_pL1Tejb1zZMwxxHSeCrexccQKnuRiKvHYn8RXpEmqImICoOMsSNRJRHzHsxs0z1EXpg/s320/Mom+Danielle.JPG" border="0" /></a> We ran into Danielle Domanico Knecht at the football game. She has the cutest kids! It was so fun to catch up with her! <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixDN9PijvU1wJe8emCPbiRXXZ2jPU4h8XjcPOctkfrqmW722PCGVGW4Gg8zrRYcFavpW7I00Gl5FD6J9tGN6hpx5QemvrrQmqMZq7_tqAW37ll8fqHW63ERO4GoBpXk9QpLCzqz0CD0HU/s1600-h/Mom+and+Naomi+kitchen.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314909586269896034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixDN9PijvU1wJe8emCPbiRXXZ2jPU4h8XjcPOctkfrqmW722PCGVGW4Gg8zrRYcFavpW7I00Gl5FD6J9tGN6hpx5QemvrrQmqMZq7_tqAW37ll8fqHW63ERO4GoBpXk9QpLCzqz0CD0HU/s320/Mom+and+Naomi+kitchen.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is my mom, Martha Joyce Ballantyne Edwards, and my sister, Naomi, in Naomi's kitchen.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiho-zKh4Cukc2mV9N1zZja-8msjvuqOu31Np5l42eeXw1GhOzjHXXge2dMk84ghADhonARNFfZFuiDqFgrQdMTdRtug-gQwDEEiaATbS4oyI-lydm2FDByljzugVW3WrPmA522CjEu-Nk/s1600-h/Mo+and+girls.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314909580867792002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiho-zKh4Cukc2mV9N1zZja-8msjvuqOu31Np5l42eeXw1GhOzjHXXge2dMk84ghADhonARNFfZFuiDqFgrQdMTdRtug-gQwDEEiaATbS4oyI-lydm2FDByljzugVW3WrPmA522CjEu-Nk/s320/Mo+and+girls.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2F7NG8ZJbnUNINPbPqoL68WKNBFY1_XAh6fGkQnutp2FjIP0RlijPWjXbY_9dRuFqLfU1QQKne0YBnJkCHwvVcepWJdDgOkz19K-iwoQqw1MqmAZa-KEvHe5GxUDPxxazurzeYulT3lY/s1600-h/Mo.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314908956966032802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2F7NG8ZJbnUNINPbPqoL68WKNBFY1_XAh6fGkQnutp2FjIP0RlijPWjXbY_9dRuFqLfU1QQKne0YBnJkCHwvVcepWJdDgOkz19K-iwoQqw1MqmAZa-KEvHe5GxUDPxxazurzeYulT3lY/s320/Mo.JPG" border="0" /></a> Another of my beautiful Mo.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4YuQgz0dKHsMMsMF2RrO7PbbvlQzkaHDDW8yD_l99TSI5p3mG2O1MSe4l02Jn9uj4qrs9qUQ3F9qbpT9pKVKOOPKv802fEOO-lignEIazdcY0E5ZQn-uJt-MprZnW5GpUVM77LYBj7WE/s1600-h/Mean+Redge.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314908959241711522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4YuQgz0dKHsMMsMF2RrO7PbbvlQzkaHDDW8yD_l99TSI5p3mG2O1MSe4l02Jn9uj4qrs9qUQ3F9qbpT9pKVKOOPKv802fEOO-lignEIazdcY0E5ZQn-uJt-MprZnW5GpUVM77LYBj7WE/s320/Mean+Redge.JPG" border="0" /></a> Mean Redge!!! Quincy was clowning me, and Redge turned to laugh at me. They ALWAYS pick on me! <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrwOnSlf_1a9A7kdm4NloPXKUYkYpmGkwyqSGUg_cKgUWcahyPf4zuHBnFesKWFXvwOZKEsbBg9gDGv_fBWuFzSEfzPkNW-Xobx2RWiXH2lOKhlBUptrAvPDvsj2mUw3qHcToVb1RS3qc/s1600-h/Maverick.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314908951395313074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrwOnSlf_1a9A7kdm4NloPXKUYkYpmGkwyqSGUg_cKgUWcahyPf4zuHBnFesKWFXvwOZKEsbBg9gDGv_fBWuFzSEfzPkNW-Xobx2RWiXH2lOKhlBUptrAvPDvsj2mUw3qHcToVb1RS3qc/s320/Maverick.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is Maverick. Dogs should lay like this. I don't get it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3GirP3k1LhHqJB2PxnRsNmR1GUSbeME_Z5oUc_0AhoEIo9GosjWhKDwf_y6OzjvAsOh3eofXoNWaz-vNkvWqnzPieYpj8CBDwBbdeKbMIffEOuK3UMbsKBAlmUO6iYXlvd_VGPxfSdUU/s1600-h/Mae+Outfit.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314908944398036834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3GirP3k1LhHqJB2PxnRsNmR1GUSbeME_Z5oUc_0AhoEIo9GosjWhKDwf_y6OzjvAsOh3eofXoNWaz-vNkvWqnzPieYpj8CBDwBbdeKbMIffEOuK3UMbsKBAlmUO6iYXlvd_VGPxfSdUU/s320/Mae+Outfit.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is my favorite picture of Mae. She told Mo, when getting ready that morning, "I'm wearing these clothes because it's an outfit, and Aunt Lynt LOVES outfits. She'll think I look so cute in this!" She's right. On all counts.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP2fsKp09ljDLibsqVRC-8ZgDzJZefY0e7W6QnUQ6flpgJW1bXPfyM90NRAohEwyhLnPlAkNvj1si2up9X3P1aFBGqlfXmR5R-PW25izG1IdYGFPBbR3ZR22qI4jBKL9SPbopIpOBzjMw/s1600-h/Mae+Mae+See+Saw.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314908945688338674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP2fsKp09ljDLibsqVRC-8ZgDzJZefY0e7W6QnUQ6flpgJW1bXPfyM90NRAohEwyhLnPlAkNvj1si2up9X3P1aFBGqlfXmR5R-PW25izG1IdYGFPBbR3ZR22qI4jBKL9SPbopIpOBzjMw/s320/Mae+Mae+See+Saw.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQzA9IsS3QzOzz28gCWONQSYrmEf4XMr2wLjFTdzq0-3RdUtT-KCxt2tmqvSDiAHkhR-XmDuvRCHgy3tGpCvShxrBOOu2LOTrwtv753CuB7_2CJ9XuG9yRKYjDjABnhuyDOYOZNPp16gY/s1600-h/mae+ht+3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314908365570257202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQzA9IsS3QzOzz28gCWONQSYrmEf4XMr2wLjFTdzq0-3RdUtT-KCxt2tmqvSDiAHkhR-XmDuvRCHgy3tGpCvShxrBOOu2LOTrwtv753CuB7_2CJ9XuG9yRKYjDjABnhuyDOYOZNPp16gY/s320/mae+ht+3.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwJSvfmWPgEctvZDdR1l1S0qlke9KH6Cb1I1g4hfQe2uCaRal88pCsuM1Q1yvfykcrLXYmYymx_SNzxbNQfHi_DgO9XNJ5SWNyArxmvrIZLBtyuQiM3aRhZzrh_rYuGHYsb3BvmB6L7Oc/s1600-h/mae+ht+2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314908359709827474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwJSvfmWPgEctvZDdR1l1S0qlke9KH6Cb1I1g4hfQe2uCaRal88pCsuM1Q1yvfykcrLXYmYymx_SNzxbNQfHi_DgO9XNJ5SWNyArxmvrIZLBtyuQiM3aRhZzrh_rYuGHYsb3BvmB6L7Oc/s320/mae+ht+2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg7yMByWHNaMvvPtDGWuA3h4QTfl5PBcE61TkA7fONOvhTEhPlJUQsfiFqxSS0TOhk5HZTQLS7eMkWeO3EFLmBYv58t5zY0iD3mTkNWz4ZiMK8HzCBMPAO1dRsIKqpTBij6j8WTYPH1gs/s1600-h/mae+ht+1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314908358127500994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg7yMByWHNaMvvPtDGWuA3h4QTfl5PBcE61TkA7fONOvhTEhPlJUQsfiFqxSS0TOhk5HZTQLS7eMkWeO3EFLmBYv58t5zY0iD3mTkNWz4ZiMK8HzCBMPAO1dRsIKqpTBij6j8WTYPH1gs/s320/mae+ht+1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT1EITAUynAklHR7ySzgejsEYsAGDBZW2Mg0x6QIEndFUBVJsb2j7cKmSgGyEmJhXBxGb1Rv_EIEMMOKMBtIq7asBER88Bl31tWQtxbdueQWezO-1HJAj0UeMYH5KfQ-6KV_-FtNs8bqo/s1600-h/mae+and+t8+ht.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314908345507052658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT1EITAUynAklHR7ySzgejsEYsAGDBZW2Mg0x6QIEndFUBVJsb2j7cKmSgGyEmJhXBxGb1Rv_EIEMMOKMBtIq7asBER88Bl31tWQtxbdueQWezO-1HJAj0UeMYH5KfQ-6KV_-FtNs8bqo/s320/mae+and+t8+ht.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-6VziCTl95Wt0VrYm6PyuJARdeEW67fbyPsAoJGmwkIEdq_bzuQMQrDetUsh08cdqDc-t1vDiRE8t3cm26OiVwEuhkHtLjsYT9wnlSIqYXFyoFQd7zS_-F1tb7NEuQ9mkB_kA6st-PzM/s1600-h/Lys+vball+smile.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314908339100921282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-6VziCTl95Wt0VrYm6PyuJARdeEW67fbyPsAoJGmwkIEdq_bzuQMQrDetUsh08cdqDc-t1vDiRE8t3cm26OiVwEuhkHtLjsYT9wnlSIqYXFyoFQd7zS_-F1tb7NEuQ9mkB_kA6st-PzM/s320/Lys+vball+smile.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCBCGHYZv1CAE5RxCrXzI6HiIGePzuSZwyfDuBtH_zEf1QI1ZVDbDK8wg5ByxH_aAmw1zDaIK3n5Xhs2hWSZx01TNeDnP0VRo2TXJCjA3qCXXoa6jjJnxEKw3AIN6yucDgL5RI854L5_c/s1600-h/Lynt+Dex+swap.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314627807875996434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCBCGHYZv1CAE5RxCrXzI6HiIGePzuSZwyfDuBtH_zEf1QI1ZVDbDK8wg5ByxH_aAmw1zDaIK3n5Xhs2hWSZx01TNeDnP0VRo2TXJCjA3qCXXoa6jjJnxEKw3AIN6yucDgL5RI854L5_c/s320/Lynt+Dex+swap.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br /><br />I love this picture because I'm wearing Dexter's PE shirt, and Dex is wearing Reece's football team t-shirt. Dex and Reece always order extra t-shirts for one another for ALL their teams. Reece loves sporting his Centennial Bulldogs Football t-shirt. I snagged the PE shirt out of Reece's drawer, and I LOVE wearing it! Especially because it says "EDWARDS" across the back. Thanks, Dex! You're never getting it back. You're totally too big for it! It's mine now!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJJQqaPARTUbTqSWdJ0PFVSn9onV-anz_uyRKlbmJfGXgtUnUZINUCLwdW8dddsEvqw76lVhmhi7FU9hKzz4JPg_Onb8EUmdStXHzyrUVPFBwu3yEqxlZGLBDZjQ-8EhDOCq0R7Id-TsY/s1600-h/Lynt+and+Locke.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314627803336755170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJJQqaPARTUbTqSWdJ0PFVSn9onV-anz_uyRKlbmJfGXgtUnUZINUCLwdW8dddsEvqw76lVhmhi7FU9hKzz4JPg_Onb8EUmdStXHzyrUVPFBwu3yEqxlZGLBDZjQ-8EhDOCq0R7Id-TsY/s320/Lynt+and+Locke.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Every time we go to Vegas one of Quincy's kids has stitches or a cast. This time it was Locke.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyb3P-EQ3yCSID34vZSEWzZNQEjK3I0wTcrN4QwhGfqdd7kNQw07h84mUcmWbvPGgygWIqm-g7DxeyAjaTDtaVtgdB1YEPoF3BBsEy_bZxSxXr5V1-hnlITg_w_MufJMpucm-U0VtfTm4/s1600-h/Lyndee+Loves+Locke.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314627793839015378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyb3P-EQ3yCSID34vZSEWzZNQEjK3I0wTcrN4QwhGfqdd7kNQw07h84mUcmWbvPGgygWIqm-g7DxeyAjaTDtaVtgdB1YEPoF3BBsEy_bZxSxXr5V1-hnlITg_w_MufJMpucm-U0VtfTm4/s320/Lyndee+Loves+Locke.JPG" border="0" /></a> Lyndee Loves Locke!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQg-7QA_l3SXuxhl-Kp4iCKXJVr4sbep5Cae6Rq_XY7OS6dlzQnxJur42Eg3OIGoTh8uCSp5_PcD5q83cB5ZMMM8wL1QVqL6iHu9mxI7GR6NlzViEewjQbuyrqru2BpXJqOIae5btZix8/s1600-h/Luke+Flags.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314627056959703362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQg-7QA_l3SXuxhl-Kp4iCKXJVr4sbep5Cae6Rq_XY7OS6dlzQnxJur42Eg3OIGoTh8uCSp5_PcD5q83cB5ZMMM8wL1QVqL6iHu9mxI7GR6NlzViEewjQbuyrqru2BpXJqOIae5btZix8/s320/Luke+Flags.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br /><br />This is Luke, Danielle Domanico Knecht's baby. He HAS to wear flags during EVERY single game! Isn't he so cute?!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRPdsa-l6i_9Vs0gaYbS7h-zEK4K5NkoggXmm_l_SBQUpaJEacl9yyUMC99aF-fA5JkbJn6kFUa86jxOk46In0OkI3SMaRV0bVmaIeQx2Uy6kwMvtMP8iq6miJFXclo4Ku8aiQ8Gw_NUc/s1600-h/Luke+Cry.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314627051466118706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRPdsa-l6i_9Vs0gaYbS7h-zEK4K5NkoggXmm_l_SBQUpaJEacl9yyUMC99aF-fA5JkbJn6kFUa86jxOk46In0OkI3SMaRV0bVmaIeQx2Uy6kwMvtMP8iq6miJFXclo4Ku8aiQ8Gw_NUc/s320/Luke+Cry.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoROrTmJTS2QfRqQZ1ulzIjTMMERWTMxpCjogsWy574xWLbAHAqPbegJyGsWRXuJ4TwOu_y0d1VCXc9fnvQGk0lWR0Zxyxyt3Gp4hgBgWIghzCODHODxiQIw9Oh_FRp2-cDa7-FTCFoXM/s1600-h/locke+sits.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314627046684547074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoROrTmJTS2QfRqQZ1ulzIjTMMERWTMxpCjogsWy574xWLbAHAqPbegJyGsWRXuJ4TwOu_y0d1VCXc9fnvQGk0lWR0Zxyxyt3Gp4hgBgWIghzCODHODxiQIw9Oh_FRp2-cDa7-FTCFoXM/s320/locke+sits.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwRtCuC4rlS2OsedZsREC15uI8onoQ7Ev8jybXk0YOnhzEWLHg969jn_me9JVqlos2cAHwiTaSwJ5F_Yqd6DiFEjR8IjgIOxJdOsEBbZTJEigIOR1jwl6_AlipSULKkR9vT31Yb3emDTE/s1600-h/Locke+Quincy+Enoch+Mo.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314627049422498194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwRtCuC4rlS2OsedZsREC15uI8onoQ7Ev8jybXk0YOnhzEWLHg969jn_me9JVqlos2cAHwiTaSwJ5F_Yqd6DiFEjR8IjgIOxJdOsEBbZTJEigIOR1jwl6_AlipSULKkR9vT31Yb3emDTE/s320/Locke+Quincy+Enoch+Mo.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br /><br />Locke, Quincy, Enoch, and Mo<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1a7zxUdsg_exUTt-aavPyGIqqAILDNkFLp_ysC7o79sY3dKaSUBfWSYHWPn0ew4KnLDSz8kDbma-Gxciqwokwv8vd6B_EuB3Dax0TcSPJszqEINbJ25FUGRD73PUk9OFckrnuYr9CznM/s1600-h/Locke+picks+nose.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314627041310644418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1a7zxUdsg_exUTt-aavPyGIqqAILDNkFLp_ysC7o79sY3dKaSUBfWSYHWPn0ew4KnLDSz8kDbma-Gxciqwokwv8vd6B_EuB3Dax0TcSPJszqEINbJ25FUGRD73PUk9OFckrnuYr9CznM/s320/Locke+picks+nose.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha8TIDGwpo7UBb0bZp90ZgQ9lfTK6hxP-hIHOiH46mIueOgj4KDzdwftyHlTx3ZLp_JFHRAuSLinaZC4IONTEEvqOujB-VDShBj2Z6kjAxNucES0w8zWA9_rf6oDGBu-KSDLuQniij1_Q/s1600-h/Locke+Nails.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314621113342017506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha8TIDGwpo7UBb0bZp90ZgQ9lfTK6hxP-hIHOiH46mIueOgj4KDzdwftyHlTx3ZLp_JFHRAuSLinaZC4IONTEEvqOujB-VDShBj2Z6kjAxNucES0w8zWA9_rf6oDGBu-KSDLuQniij1_Q/s320/Locke+Nails.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZw1HnC3GZGReC_hG0S_KMgpaELsA3k4t8ulTwlo_hm9A14LQgD_a3MQZr9eEKjf1VBNnAhnaU1SIUjuZazhhJM2Okx4jwNWcuWT6lJbq0K08NLcjCSYQe2kBfzotmEecBnTNNuDC5P44/s1600-h/Locke+Freckles.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314621102779079090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZw1HnC3GZGReC_hG0S_KMgpaELsA3k4t8ulTwlo_hm9A14LQgD_a3MQZr9eEKjf1VBNnAhnaU1SIUjuZazhhJM2Okx4jwNWcuWT6lJbq0K08NLcjCSYQe2kBfzotmEecBnTNNuDC5P44/s320/Locke+Freckles.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I LOVE FRECKLES!!! I'm crazy over them! I love this picture of Locke because it shows his freckles! I wish I had freckles. Jan Brady was so wrong! <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIYaIJbkiAMZ1eE7o42ux5H6MCm3zm4nU3_JhWpCQ6tnL1igTVtC6chMY392KmVVBGvDnVlMIawilq2ynMbxAP8_VSknjZAMITmvOdDXK7G8piObrbBE-aq79IV1Vlad6uBn94lxbCQHs/s1600-h/Locke+Catch.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314621099300519730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIYaIJbkiAMZ1eE7o42ux5H6MCm3zm4nU3_JhWpCQ6tnL1igTVtC6chMY392KmVVBGvDnVlMIawilq2ynMbxAP8_VSknjZAMITmvOdDXK7G8piObrbBE-aq79IV1Vlad6uBn94lxbCQHs/s320/Locke+Catch.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nL8SOJdlS4/ScFTueeTF"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314621093193127874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbuPBRYPoFo54Mbh-gBdboxuxWBD1sRIp_pICM59LnOdh6cWmK0qaF0C-x6yNj18OZDNvLI3tWpsiShvKXkH4PxVvlo1A7ykICycJMX-G6oqZIvOT_AOJEPZc9WxMovL9I1kz7GkcWmeM/s320/Locke+Cast+Catch.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEu_HT7GIvTBwGh3Pfs1COhgzwjBQUTb1aLklt2Ag9Vl-yLSP0h-VVIYQDV5BC6gI1JUjxJ9x4twVi2StFeAmPoxy1eBWlAR7klWL4b6VvmghjZuzU2KJk9acOaPDP-SfpaHkpuhXa4cE/s1600-h/kids+vball.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314621087558428834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEu_HT7GIvTBwGh3Pfs1COhgzwjBQUTb1aLklt2Ag9Vl-yLSP0h-VVIYQDV5BC6gI1JUjxJ9x4twVi2StFeAmPoxy1eBWlAR7klWL4b6VvmghjZuzU2KJk9acOaPDP-SfpaHkpuhXa4cE/s320/kids+vball.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-X548grUeij8q9RPsYpP_q7xgtmEQdWYg1FDP0MWwlHYfPhmq_O0IHhyphenhypheniQespAsiBmwSxY9qQB-r3F-Db5t-m7lhBffqKIpyXwwIrsAj9eZ042sjMnREfBY45pjsksYqcGLPk93sNGHA/s1600-h/kids+in+kitchen.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314619527265379954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-X548grUeij8q9RPsYpP_q7xgtmEQdWYg1FDP0MWwlHYfPhmq_O0IHhyphenhypheniQespAsiBmwSxY9qQB-r3F-Db5t-m7lhBffqKIpyXwwIrsAj9eZ042sjMnREfBY45pjsksYqcGLPk93sNGHA/s320/kids+in+kitchen.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggBPfN8eaVEmLeTBPKI4b3grpEwl7dPnVKzrYVzjqcMp0Zj9csri5p0mQHBLdHG23Q8c53xAcSbAYSlo5vJpUN7BIjsJ3YyPn0C4bXQXdJDAcnLEryDt4dk68CiddjgULQDrmBjGmg0Os/s1600-h/kids+in+ht+3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314619529555247954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggBPfN8eaVEmLeTBPKI4b3grpEwl7dPnVKzrYVzjqcMp0Zj9csri5p0mQHBLdHG23Q8c53xAcSbAYSlo5vJpUN7BIjsJ3YyPn0C4bXQXdJDAcnLEryDt4dk68CiddjgULQDrmBjGmg0Os/s320/kids+in+ht+3.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Okay- I know I've gone a bit overboard with the jacuzi pictures, but I couldn't choose. Some kids look really cute in some of the pictures, and other kids in other pictures. I couldn't decide. I posted all of them. Get over it.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-8BiHJOR12i_VV-OJrID8g1t4SfV418d-zJMDx1etHYilKiDFeA97OjbbfWlzHXmmfh70m4DsjIrs-aBJHSNZ2NmA1O8RWHuEEMxlk8phU44sGQId59w63sV6dJI7ZASDTwI3SwxYa8E/s1600-h/kids+in+ht+2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314619517262000226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-8BiHJOR12i_VV-OJrID8g1t4SfV418d-zJMDx1etHYilKiDFeA97OjbbfWlzHXmmfh70m4DsjIrs-aBJHSNZ2NmA1O8RWHuEEMxlk8phU44sGQId59w63sV6dJI7ZASDTwI3SwxYa8E/s320/kids+in+ht+2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7CqErpa9BWuz2lUVN5Cpr2OIZ1xRdleg93MKCB0tsFvLVAUY6YfPjtUv4dLyKxilQPdrdmAu9_T_UkMOE5oibaV9A97knwLDD2I6g0F0VipWQso1gVjznzo3Ud8MALX4nSSFxzw_dTIE/s1600-h/kids+in+ht.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314619509798748626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7CqErpa9BWuz2lUVN5Cpr2OIZ1xRdleg93MKCB0tsFvLVAUY6YfPjtUv4dLyKxilQPdrdmAu9_T_UkMOE5oibaV9A97knwLDD2I6g0F0VipWQso1gVjznzo3Ud8MALX4nSSFxzw_dTIE/s320/kids+in+ht.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRyVD7lPvsrOhsnXDdmTtINN-UV_x9DmGSmvYOhXUJNCsUMZmFnz2vrZwvsgQpmHUHVkNDZrhiijB47GMshfqbw4hkGO9okLX-iO-f1MfV6cVcxyxwDwjDgFWagzvTidmbAX04OwSiKec/s1600-h/kenzie+eats.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314619507556314626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRyVD7lPvsrOhsnXDdmTtINN-UV_x9DmGSmvYOhXUJNCsUMZmFnz2vrZwvsgQpmHUHVkNDZrhiijB47GMshfqbw4hkGO9okLX-iO-f1MfV6cVcxyxwDwjDgFWagzvTidmbAX04OwSiKec/s320/kenzie+eats.JPG" border="0" /></a> This cute thing is Makenzie Noel Edwards, Jeff's third. She is so entertaining! She and Taite have grown out of some of the mischievous ways- and we are so grateful! I love Makenzie because this girl knows what she wants, and nothing stands in her way (Hmmmm... who does this sound like? Are you seeing why I like her so much?) On this day Kenzie was exceptionally frustrated with her mom because Kenzie had been sick, but Jeff and Marci still wanted to get together with the family so they brought the kids over to Gnomey's. However, Kenzie was not allowed to get in the pool. Not a happy girl!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXLxR3JcVkpBWlTjUa_rgjbJP5o1r98XSnUH4gM-Oi1q3cUeQx0tdrryZVj9D4scb3kCm4q7pWiFWRix_-4QVwYsmwMF2_cMzVzB-zfIdSth2XB6vU5lMmzMaROMSi-r3N5THocPyVA9E/s1600-h/kenzie+burger.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314612018209112642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXLxR3JcVkpBWlTjUa_rgjbJP5o1r98XSnUH4gM-Oi1q3cUeQx0tdrryZVj9D4scb3kCm4q7pWiFWRix_-4QVwYsmwMF2_cMzVzB-zfIdSth2XB6vU5lMmzMaROMSi-r3N5THocPyVA9E/s320/kenzie+burger.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8yiybdWJAVlazECSeaL3nlWIvAD7PNTyF9qPPX1gmpPkN0DQpYhykoT2rr5fFkk_4-vaWgAAozZHcNLrgm6OUPSzFZdTGLJyb_xzg2MuEPrQ521qd7BL8p2idV3KYcykK1_l-tP_FxRs/s1600-h/Kenzie.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314612012261260146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8yiybdWJAVlazECSeaL3nlWIvAD7PNTyF9qPPX1gmpPkN0DQpYhykoT2rr5fFkk_4-vaWgAAozZHcNLrgm6OUPSzFZdTGLJyb_xzg2MuEPrQ521qd7BL8p2idV3KYcykK1_l-tP_FxRs/s320/Kenzie.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQGoaq4C4tSETz-xu4uRouQMtQ96x-zen6dwGsnYwUEHvOqijZWn8AIVo0pbW3gBEkWqxH2F_xt-tlhXCLv-jAYtwVQn3CxMXR3D7XYL0AKSaCpGXNBftATrmVRYyvzTMH4crO6nfhuUU/s1600-h/Kate+Seesaw.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314612009024717298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQGoaq4C4tSETz-xu4uRouQMtQ96x-zen6dwGsnYwUEHvOqijZWn8AIVo0pbW3gBEkWqxH2F_xt-tlhXCLv-jAYtwVQn3CxMXR3D7XYL0AKSaCpGXNBftATrmVRYyvzTMH4crO6nfhuUU/s320/Kate+Seesaw.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHsBFifWvmOS2RJT-wvG8nEvk9ClEN69DKFyEunxfFuNJJG0Gh6IoHrcHNC_aJnPOI8wYlN5Jp3muc7sMQtRrj-B5hzHV1e2Y4ly4z-keWiXgAoUx-GlqmG8UqBBvu7a2-hIlyIRDOGDI/s1600-h/kate+ht+skirt.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314612004606823266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHsBFifWvmOS2RJT-wvG8nEvk9ClEN69DKFyEunxfFuNJJG0Gh6IoHrcHNC_aJnPOI8wYlN5Jp3muc7sMQtRrj-B5hzHV1e2Y4ly4z-keWiXgAoUx-GlqmG8UqBBvu7a2-hIlyIRDOGDI/s320/kate+ht+skirt.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is Kate Mann, Jenn's second. She is so funny! Her hair is naturally curly, and she has the deepest dimples. She also has a strong personality. She wasn't supposed to get wet. But, she did. Because she wanted to.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMP5XPHdyUTlG5M6KdueEoahRZk3-OdIEZ65BRi51LdwyHWJKgWORmk8KgMrw0IL5hB2ZJ01qWaz4Df95z_ceNMbf5BjyEroKmB8D-uLvD7vaJprMDa5amaqozxZzN_o7uhuNxP11RSMw/s1600-h/Kate+dimple.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314611997731862418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMP5XPHdyUTlG5M6KdueEoahRZk3-OdIEZ65BRi51LdwyHWJKgWORmk8KgMrw0IL5hB2ZJ01qWaz4Df95z_ceNMbf5BjyEroKmB8D-uLvD7vaJprMDa5amaqozxZzN_o7uhuNxP11RSMw/s320/Kate+dimple.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnP0qMvtXEv5z4Wuoh8R1YMkkX02G19aXGdzrNSIBCRt3aJ-VGX8FW5DMR7ZS-AELi1B8WbVg4rHM30i3J5vMIPJ4Mab_G0-rwqNUsRJ_JZoZ1D1xarR48Tf58oezA2cHxGnqDjU8yVeg/s1600-h/Kate+and+Mae+see+saw.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314609540974825298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnP0qMvtXEv5z4Wuoh8R1YMkkX02G19aXGdzrNSIBCRt3aJ-VGX8FW5DMR7ZS-AELi1B8WbVg4rHM30i3J5vMIPJ4Mab_G0-rwqNUsRJ_JZoZ1D1xarR48Tf58oezA2cHxGnqDjU8yVeg/s320/Kate+and+Mae+see+saw.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqzKkuOLSRe-iQ4piznDlGUlOIaHPz2sWu0sA0QtWFWjERJdvmRNeD5FwQ-qjvJru-hRM327ccPKP1slz-CXMSrNnh2xadTn7pN9LFHpk5vfi6_W-0hFyvSNY-TgBHxEA7uL_dcEAuvsg/s1600-h/Kate+and+Arthur.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314609532961486834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqzKkuOLSRe-iQ4piznDlGUlOIaHPz2sWu0sA0QtWFWjERJdvmRNeD5FwQ-qjvJru-hRM327ccPKP1slz-CXMSrNnh2xadTn7pN9LFHpk5vfi6_W-0hFyvSNY-TgBHxEA7uL_dcEAuvsg/s320/Kate+and+Arthur.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh18BFAEN0fkPMFZM23WpI1X4_a8UUr0-xn92by4hj1If2_3A_RdfFd8xwB9NQUsNqYWlJ6QRTYvXBNZ3NMtM7E2_xiauG8tlw5-WUu3bnPAslOEbndb8ngd1UcihUklXR4tsnq0eYKmbk/s1600-h/karlee+smile.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314609529701808610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh18BFAEN0fkPMFZM23WpI1X4_a8UUr0-xn92by4hj1If2_3A_RdfFd8xwB9NQUsNqYWlJ6QRTYvXBNZ3NMtM7E2_xiauG8tlw5-WUu3bnPAslOEbndb8ngd1UcihUklXR4tsnq0eYKmbk/s320/karlee+smile.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSIzSd6wfHzVhltDzUntJSDvrjp2Nes5QJxGliRsH0AZ8413hykko-8106dSth8ec3r1mgGWiHMVhoO0OfgTHUXg3ZvNnjdCsmr2E3EaSJ5ZSSB5Ed099VmQAOADcHmDexgEwf2Tio9IE/s1600-h/karlee+ht.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314609520562706034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSIzSd6wfHzVhltDzUntJSDvrjp2Nes5QJxGliRsH0AZ8413hykko-8106dSth8ec3r1mgGWiHMVhoO0OfgTHUXg3ZvNnjdCsmr2E3EaSJ5ZSSB5Ed099VmQAOADcHmDexgEwf2Tio9IE/s320/karlee+ht.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg05_HI-xnTBkCN_-SRB5pd9Wbgkec5BEcRJet9ZquuDt8wgA-YNJPakSQcsoyV3zrogqx4LNaHx0gI4QmwHCxNTA9RIPekRi1B53tJQ_rnjQLdR_Z0Aq0bB_1zPESs4pjsFU4GUGgR9NA/s1600-h/Karlee+bugged.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314609515802659938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg05_HI-xnTBkCN_-SRB5pd9Wbgkec5BEcRJet9ZquuDt8wgA-YNJPakSQcsoyV3zrogqx4LNaHx0gI4QmwHCxNTA9RIPekRi1B53tJQ_rnjQLdR_Z0Aq0bB_1zPESs4pjsFU4GUGgR9NA/s320/Karlee+bugged.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I love catching Karlee when she's bugged. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_psrrsb8CAO8E9ObdPNhlfmPw5W0GezFrc144bDkU1AipSiGg6W8FjJsUML1MMPJavwem32rpfsuIM-UdXGVdYTeBT-Jed50ggpVw6vihgK-ul6MhKiTDDUQHJjwK4J8-yPA4ShYOKKo/s1600-h/karlee+and+marci+couch.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314402384496961778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_psrrsb8CAO8E9ObdPNhlfmPw5W0GezFrc144bDkU1AipSiGg6W8FjJsUML1MMPJavwem32rpfsuIM-UdXGVdYTeBT-Jed50ggpVw6vihgK-ul6MhKiTDDUQHJjwK4J8-yPA4ShYOKKo/s320/karlee+and+marci+couch.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I didn't get many pictures of Marci Jo Parker Edwards, Jeff's wife, but I TOTALLY dig Marci! She is SO FUN! This girl knows how to have a good time! She has a great laugh, and is always up for an adventure. She also does a great job of planning family reunions. I don't know what I'd do without Marci. I know life wouldn't be nearly as fun!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRZGO0Aq4coAwhuqbu11w9CkYV3bShEdLpoc90967zBxaBgYUdYZY8E6E19cAophyphenhyphengU_Mt0DGva-Y1P90OS20nTqvRvsJ0kamhCbNzYp-hsyvADu5LYb_6u-AM0WX3YRdY9VL639Ophnw/s1600-h/k8+ht+2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314402382835093138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRZGO0Aq4coAwhuqbu11w9CkYV3bShEdLpoc90967zBxaBgYUdYZY8E6E19cAophyphenhyphengU_Mt0DGva-Y1P90OS20nTqvRvsJ0kamhCbNzYp-hsyvADu5LYb_6u-AM0WX3YRdY9VL639Ophnw/s320/k8+ht+2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLsFbqiwDDj6poMdScDOdteq8wbXiw3YVDQKqs8u9IbY9JdSsNqkNE-S1E0Marhh6eyY31-GCrIhkUA0Bmo-As0Hku5Jikfl0ZTafgrM5TMxo4cYxK1Dn-kMAmWO_wQuR3eoZhw44fz0s/s1600-h/Jeff+and+Taite.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314402380097457186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLsFbqiwDDj6poMdScDOdteq8wbXiw3YVDQKqs8u9IbY9JdSsNqkNE-S1E0Marhh6eyY31-GCrIhkUA0Bmo-As0Hku5Jikfl0ZTafgrM5TMxo4cYxK1Dn-kMAmWO_wQuR3eoZhw44fz0s/s320/Jeff+and+Taite.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I love this picture because Jeffrey Bird Edwards, my oldest brother is teasing my girl, Taite. This is so Jeff. I love him for the way he plays. He is so much fun! My kids love Uncle Jeff! The boys love him because he always says, "Hey, Tiger!"<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ0Cp6a_hGYnInGIu9OFF4YTuK6x7DQ8Zn2V_6lIq2vWYZM946NHYQ-d2oFwsb1xOI3IwTpoQ9RrNcXt2lMXcZ5DB7i9hOSl2wAvKPNAHEpMpXNfbRTDoLp6LTbkqXfmjTlkJlD2gFFwE/s1600-h/Ike+Seth.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314402372897780882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ0Cp6a_hGYnInGIu9OFF4YTuK6x7DQ8Zn2V_6lIq2vWYZM946NHYQ-d2oFwsb1xOI3IwTpoQ9RrNcXt2lMXcZ5DB7i9hOSl2wAvKPNAHEpMpXNfbRTDoLp6LTbkqXfmjTlkJlD2gFFwE/s320/Ike+Seth.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is Seth with Ike Arthur Edwards, Quincy's fourth. Ike is so cool! He is so kind, and has the sweetest voice! I love talking to Ike on the phone! He always tells me how much he loves me, misses me, and begs me to visit him. He is so sincere, and like his dad- a total athlete. I love watching him play anything!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiMbCC2HDI9V2tmSa53FB6xfU3eZNF6qmryfxp8PA6NtFpotjMjimHHXoNwZJO3Elka5gMcYQm4PshjHeXjxrzmQGFTUOtRBIM54UkBPwRAKJ-xLFx5W1JSDHqOG9dJEjDcXo32ub8oyI/s1600-h/Ike+plus+Four.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314402369743842738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiMbCC2HDI9V2tmSa53FB6xfU3eZNF6qmryfxp8PA6NtFpotjMjimHHXoNwZJO3Elka5gMcYQm4PshjHeXjxrzmQGFTUOtRBIM54UkBPwRAKJ-xLFx5W1JSDHqOG9dJEjDcXo32ub8oyI/s320/Ike+plus+Four.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg45ofL3X9uEPfHnnIX-9QkJi4h0PeXMbckyHFJtlDaM7cLh_wSWTd-u-aCop4Uy77qrGJTz-Dw6axc_oZqSSn0GXelxmnoXSFCRKm28tYRJXl8kjAuNtdpFiUfjg3PUwuST39D0UBBg58/s1600-h/Ike+escapes.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314399097863812834" style="FLOAT: left; 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Its so fun to see her with them. This is my mom with Wilson.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOKiI5EPHR4ZVQe9t4DeRqWzQoJcil5MH7M4YvikD0RspL9DBfIn7X5rRQr3XLA_V1Yhgo5mVQX3LlQuiA7-i6MwvYFI6FEvMs7woDZurGK35Dr3KYFQAymv96jr8hzsRdBsxltjAKlOSi/s1600-h/Gran+and+EQE.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314392487418385954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOKiI5EPHR4ZVQe9t4DeRqWzQoJcil5MH7M4YvikD0RspL9DBfIn7X5rRQr3XLA_V1Yhgo5mVQX3LlQuiA7-i6MwvYFI6FEvMs7woDZurGK35Dr3KYFQAymv96jr8hzsRdBsxltjAKlOSi/s320/Gran+and+EQE.JPG" border="0" /></a> And my mom with Enoch. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB0D2OtVf2GA98jkevmyW7POtzQjI0tEK9Qw0E0U2txQotnELcXCm38bHsACDph2Ags85DcRfbJ4vYWNIJmjzGtbBBbYartb42ffQWt1auYoKQWg2yPsWMg0vcpEJDzFIlFppe10UK5DZK/s1600-h/Good+Game.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314392483135799250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB0D2OtVf2GA98jkevmyW7POtzQjI0tEK9Qw0E0U2txQotnELcXCm38bHsACDph2Ags85DcRfbJ4vYWNIJmjzGtbBBbYartb42ffQWt1auYoKQWg2yPsWMg0vcpEJDzFIlFppe10UK5DZK/s320/Good+Game.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1fxRLlJgMIbC1WvLxYOVANC_stczzsXd44utu15iTfkn9E-IWaiAVK6BV8S05OnFwuN20a7lb-4bBf3Ah9k6a6kU1QQCMfDQlreNtgcx7XlRcWsxKgcGUEVJOOehYJA_xxPiooGUQEWDr/s1600-h/Gnomey+and+Gentry.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314390942863574962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1fxRLlJgMIbC1WvLxYOVANC_stczzsXd44utu15iTfkn9E-IWaiAVK6BV8S05OnFwuN20a7lb-4bBf3Ah9k6a6kU1QQCMfDQlreNtgcx7XlRcWsxKgcGUEVJOOehYJA_xxPiooGUQEWDr/s320/Gnomey+and+Gentry.JPG" border="0" /></a> Aunt Gnomey (Naomi Edwards Cordner) is EVERYONE'S FAVORITE AUNT!!! She is so much fun! She never gets angry, she includes everyone, she doesn't say "NO!", she plays with the kids, she always has fun craft stuff to do, and she ALWAYS has IBC Root Beer and good snacks!!! (She even makes me chocolate chip cookies WITHOUT earth!)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg46cockUX94GwqKPPJAaA6kPAkjGcS0KDtoopK6BbIaRwQmGPm__LXSxKmAR6DEnTHhGaETYSalD-y_pBDEH_0Rmgb14zFesMgFh3m1tIWZYPNqcJnOiGFni5HH5yUcw7VrPuU2Etp2P0x/s1600-h/Girls.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314390928918942290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg46cockUX94GwqKPPJAaA6kPAkjGcS0KDtoopK6BbIaRwQmGPm__LXSxKmAR6DEnTHhGaETYSalD-y_pBDEH_0Rmgb14zFesMgFh3m1tIWZYPNqcJnOiGFni5HH5yUcw7VrPuU2Etp2P0x/s320/Girls.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfcBAV5DoyqNP4V9UOiXMOVnTXrxAkdr0JBjXVHm-rRxC4YZUpwEu7OyzUnYsJYXBfUr0N_Rs9E79DnOaxZ6SQfty_v_lEzbqaGZSpaN7t76Ms0xwg0LmAPYcN5S8G61OnkPdH8K8iQ_Ng/s1600-h/Gentry.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314390922596817234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfcBAV5DoyqNP4V9UOiXMOVnTXrxAkdr0JBjXVHm-rRxC4YZUpwEu7OyzUnYsJYXBfUr0N_Rs9E79DnOaxZ6SQfty_v_lEzbqaGZSpaN7t76Ms0xwg0LmAPYcN5S8G61OnkPdH8K8iQ_Ng/s320/Gentry.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This sweet girl is Gentry Lynt Mann, Jenn's baby. She doesn't love me so much- yet. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtss1jTfXrXxL4a0_CMRoIZA0-jF8pLlIBBI2tifStdkxHNlzyEF-xpRlBhXFfUFIh5eeVvIBNZjrHNPEbSqbn76j23BtyKBxbG_gesG24v-1GTEvWOdVHP7ybFsahnaA9z4GIYgG-oD9X/s1600-h/Game+Over.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314390926150916818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtss1jTfXrXxL4a0_CMRoIZA0-jF8pLlIBBI2tifStdkxHNlzyEF-xpRlBhXFfUFIh5eeVvIBNZjrHNPEbSqbn76j23BtyKBxbG_gesG24v-1GTEvWOdVHP7ybFsahnaA9z4GIYgG-oD9X/s320/Game+Over.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj39eeYNXz__T4J6UYTNUGg5JgrF4FRjq2wFzgT5aVn5fr9eUyzyRfMIWbnllGlJQPve-83jtqJ0HTXBVVLlYbCd2siOK5PTK80aYGRJL7JYtobOjmQEikbf8uFsLCB0Mu5uRp-6GAsaZUv/s1600-h/faster+ike.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314390912237937362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj39eeYNXz__T4J6UYTNUGg5JgrF4FRjq2wFzgT5aVn5fr9eUyzyRfMIWbnllGlJQPve-83jtqJ0HTXBVVLlYbCd2siOK5PTK80aYGRJL7JYtobOjmQEikbf8uFsLCB0Mu5uRp-6GAsaZUv/s320/faster+ike.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Taite loves tormenting Ike, and Ike totally goes along with it. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXsj3_7wFHUyCAFc1oMadaqzWfOHpuEfd6AiZBBtfQiyZngksNdGD20Nk0Jc0HQYc09DQel6tueqp_hTe0uQi43uYdH8qZ-6xwy0G1uv-yRNP7k9F-nYn9tnHOwSUMsk9Sohba4dwHPb_J/s1600-h/Ethan+jumps.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314386025654629554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXsj3_7wFHUyCAFc1oMadaqzWfOHpuEfd6AiZBBtfQiyZngksNdGD20Nk0Jc0HQYc09DQel6tueqp_hTe0uQi43uYdH8qZ-6xwy0G1uv-yRNP7k9F-nYn9tnHOwSUMsk9Sohba4dwHPb_J/s320/Ethan+jumps.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This handsome redhead is Ethan Daniel Mann, Jenn's oldest. He is amazing! He's a smarty pants, an athlete, and a huge helper to his mom. He loves being outside! He and Arthur are best buds!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9kIpyqjUKhwVASz2AdOh4dl0nUtKqOALMugRsck-PYW1qbxHV7uiE2DF3OU6ehscQCcci-AUeClfyH5IGJONk2HfVFmU-oDE2eZjbV6M4RcumKtZfjRbcAoMh1De25S5jqadIOOKJxL7g/s1600-h/Ethan+is+gonna+get+it.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314386017208217586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9kIpyqjUKhwVASz2AdOh4dl0nUtKqOALMugRsck-PYW1qbxHV7uiE2DF3OU6ehscQCcci-AUeClfyH5IGJONk2HfVFmU-oDE2eZjbV6M4RcumKtZfjRbcAoMh1De25S5jqadIOOKJxL7g/s320/Ethan+is+gonna+get+it.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpbuFzKWSiaUh-hNW3mSlxA-mjLi077z5RDhyNvhZdZ7-TyS4TpmpkSCzcbd_LSevZhkCBsLcsyFkAzszlrr1g_MFZbr9cyyyUDxv0iIGg_leRUKmyGlpDJdT877SWRPxT-kaxfzq7xi4O/s1600-h/eth+ike+t8+cj+ht.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314386015333899954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpbuFzKWSiaUh-hNW3mSlxA-mjLi077z5RDhyNvhZdZ7-TyS4TpmpkSCzcbd_LSevZhkCBsLcsyFkAzszlrr1g_MFZbr9cyyyUDxv0iIGg_leRUKmyGlpDJdT877SWRPxT-kaxfzq7xi4O/s320/eth+ike+t8+cj+ht.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK9tHPQ2HVd16_vbWkQ9iI6L35xanVlD5ZN8REHmpUs5vTGTFJD0Qf3Qc9im1LQDk-LTHkksE_bQxSh78CxSlHPowr02SIJc9-aauZRzeFf0s0AT7R4xrxM8jqPueZ3rFaO00JePxw2ou-/s1600-h/Enoch+push+ups.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314386010323234274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK9tHPQ2HVd16_vbWkQ9iI6L35xanVlD5ZN8REHmpUs5vTGTFJD0Qf3Qc9im1LQDk-LTHkksE_bQxSh78CxSlHPowr02SIJc9-aauZRzeFf0s0AT7R4xrxM8jqPueZ3rFaO00JePxw2ou-/s320/Enoch+push+ups.JPG" border="0" /></a> Enoch is so funny! He is trying so hard to figure out how to crawl, but it's just not clicking! However, he can do like infinity push-ups, and not the girlie kind!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyzyseMSE8_5-1UtYtD3ZHNGt4qGK6k64iin40Y8d64moF0hu-lkDvIEDRTFoj289bxST7B4VvY2RjEv-7UBmuWyPxyR_V8h17CSWyyPK2uwWy0NRpDjwtwnudcjMNe0v4Ks5UgkpRWNe9/s1600-h/Enoch+eats+hand.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314363496355713426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyzyseMSE8_5-1UtYtD3ZHNGt4qGK6k64iin40Y8d64moF0hu-lkDvIEDRTFoj289bxST7B4VvY2RjEv-7UBmuWyPxyR_V8h17CSWyyPK2uwWy0NRpDjwtwnudcjMNe0v4Ks5UgkpRWNe9/s320/Enoch+eats+hand.JPG" border="0" /></a> Enoch is the cutest chubby baby ever! I love him!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRxA9nAVTLmvNfQ-y-Eo6O8cthk_uWaVKeUiMqyQcEn75JcpGmyxkoXCDnEr3Xr9lDGHpcveq5wtIGda9oMj8z3DtkhXvvRItJ6Vug9pjmVM-rid5e6Agrim5m8fF_QLQPs7zfgKlm9Q67/s1600-h/Enoch+drink.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314363491726950002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRxA9nAVTLmvNfQ-y-Eo6O8cthk_uWaVKeUiMqyQcEn75JcpGmyxkoXCDnEr3Xr9lDGHpcveq5wtIGda9oMj8z3DtkhXvvRItJ6Vug9pjmVM-rid5e6Agrim5m8fF_QLQPs7zfgKlm9Q67/s320/Enoch+drink.JPG" border="0" /></a> Enoch was totally guzzling this water! He is so cute! I love him! I love his chub!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAR-H8P0gIKmT_XlvyaStcH3SFI-bjAibqiFs_muYgpyVaitrZhf-uxi2V7Fg2sLnEfYVCgE0Dpwy6Xv2GuWRskFZKOOlPCu38JHlyhw6yKXvjsJJ_npsBDxAhJYU5uFUPv2rMz3KpfGxW/s1600-h/Enoch+and+Quincy+foot.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314363489416036450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAR-H8P0gIKmT_XlvyaStcH3SFI-bjAibqiFs_muYgpyVaitrZhf-uxi2V7Fg2sLnEfYVCgE0Dpwy6Xv2GuWRskFZKOOlPCu38JHlyhw6yKXvjsJJ_npsBDxAhJYU5uFUPv2rMz3KpfGxW/s320/Enoch+and+Quincy+foot.JPG" border="0" /></a> I was trying really hard to get a cute picture of Enoch laying on the floor, but my mean big brother wouldn't move his feet. He's so obnoxious!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifwCINbyJyGPleUeOq7Uz5tjJR0EM-ZpLz60NkRztBzIVio_RaZx6uDOGiDbWs1fvurpz8Vy4dkumJZ9NW0U2lQ-pCuQuLJWUm6eRTkeC2dTfgsRpGVWtrzJA31duuWAxUxGhVeIdNgHgG/s1600-h/earth.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314363479081487426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifwCINbyJyGPleUeOq7Uz5tjJR0EM-ZpLz60NkRztBzIVio_RaZx6uDOGiDbWs1fvurpz8Vy4dkumJZ9NW0U2lQ-pCuQuLJWUm6eRTkeC2dTfgsRpGVWtrzJA31duuWAxUxGhVeIdNgHgG/s320/earth.JPG" border="0" /></a> From what I've HEARD, Mo makes like the best chocolate chip cookies ever. I wouldn't know. I've never tried them. For one reason. Mo is mean. She puts oatmeal in them. I don't like oatmeal. It tastes like earth. See this HUGE, overflowing tupperware full of cookies? All ruined. All contain earth. Thanks, Mojo.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7PBLbp7JSHBJJQpPM61Rbqk9tZiYxpNIutM3EOPDxOggvP2aTImXj8ConndInhLujF4DbRLstT5SmMw0y1B2Y5QBuvI30pFImYMuy2i4AMb5okZBVB0YxC0AagpUBLfhRC2kc5CbwBhoJ/s1600-h/Did+you+see+R+take+uncle+jeff.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314363471869888162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7PBLbp7JSHBJJQpPM61Rbqk9tZiYxpNIutM3EOPDxOggvP2aTImXj8ConndInhLujF4DbRLstT5SmMw0y1B2Y5QBuvI30pFImYMuy2i4AMb5okZBVB0YxC0AagpUBLfhRC2kc5CbwBhoJ/s320/Did+you+see+R+take+uncle+jeff.JPG" border="0" /></a> Jeff tried to throw Reece in the pool, but somehow Reece got away. This is a picture of the kids staring in amazement and saying, "Did you see that??? Reece got away from Uncle Jeff!"<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTVB7hENrhd7p2Nncy5TxsK16ZZVdKKTBAlppRTAS8YHaGeKOaMMc4oWPeslKefINDma-cJf20pFqFRmpXNk4mX5HjJrhQuYnB4XAGugfV4o1_dHlsdrWLUfnCx3OUZ4zMtKN_dPORiKUi/s1600-h/Dex+Tuck+Eth+vball.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314362565563181090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTVB7hENrhd7p2Nncy5TxsK16ZZVdKKTBAlppRTAS8YHaGeKOaMMc4oWPeslKefINDma-cJf20pFqFRmpXNk4mX5HjJrhQuYnB4XAGugfV4o1_dHlsdrWLUfnCx3OUZ4zMtKN_dPORiKUi/s320/Dex+Tuck+Eth+vball.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkIQFWykAaXna5RvZ7CLX8cqqovzI7BvlOUFCH-q3cHgSZUfam3O1iaf0FDLJRGkRDMeOX0KtQafBO2wAemt1bA1Vu6NtcgAeoYChloDaBMXbrAkYFxwnOD6T92oWycgge91eUmIJT4q2T/s1600-h/Dex+serve.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314362555981007762" style="FLOAT: right; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIZhVFvN7fj1OlGhKofb9kZo9W_AXcMQcfTbhDQJgUkkiCiQfKGO1e91c17E5ZuqNG0l5MndVWngVchykZ2LQ1aKqQ-7dvDWnDDS2KI5K9xndjsKuY_vBFNaosGSyTA2xraTbDmQx-Y95J/s320/Danielle+and+Luke.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxWaiP6df-dk_Iv9Ik4RtycXhyzKgL4J1yDYl56VhLfa18ulZ9ePOv-N8AE3wmK5Rzd-PsZD-j_x1RccKJ933LERat0l012wMQWt82ZVmSSpCrW8TZvgarWsoDC_M0bnSdXSWJrv-eOuq4/s1600-h/Danielle.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314358968599629330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxWaiP6df-dk_Iv9Ik4RtycXhyzKgL4J1yDYl56VhLfa18ulZ9ePOv-N8AE3wmK5Rzd-PsZD-j_x1RccKJ933LERat0l012wMQWt82ZVmSSpCrW8TZvgarWsoDC_M0bnSdXSWJrv-eOuq4/s320/Danielle.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0wQe9N2XG-hraFeyhOT0ww59pZKZEShqTMqj6JYiq1QE746mTx9c_wjhMRrgP7ZuJuvZZVOVk74anf5w8ntwA7agdnQkOZmlcLNXuzngZR3U3SJfv5QdMxkou9y8AAbqgrCaAhNioXqFY/s1600-h/Cralen.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314358963528636914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0wQe9N2XG-hraFeyhOT0ww59pZKZEShqTMqj6JYiq1QE746mTx9c_wjhMRrgP7ZuJuvZZVOVk74anf5w8ntwA7agdnQkOZmlcLNXuzngZR3U3SJfv5QdMxkou9y8AAbqgrCaAhNioXqFY/s320/Cralen.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I have no idea who this guy is. I'm not sure how to spell or pronounce his name. But, he knows my nephews. He walked right up to Quincy's boys, and said hello, spoke to them by name (and used the correct names!), and shook each of their hands. He got to Ike last, and said, "Hey, Ike, how's it going?" I walked up to him, put out my hand, and said, "I'm Ike's Aunt." He introduced himself. He was very nice, and really kind to my guys. I think his name is "Cralen." Maybe. Maybe not.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQVW38pQBHjRQgsjVkxThrU0EEXc1SfMh9Ay1DMhfj0i-HvvvC5JadatFvOPNMh3lrs8nOVK12ged0GdAf3JEXJoaHgjc29USDvLr1Tt_r7juIlBj-bDw6lfnOPtZodXLSYw5K-eUW42ti/s1600-h/cj+pose.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314348054536050498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQVW38pQBHjRQgsjVkxThrU0EEXc1SfMh9Ay1DMhfj0i-HvvvC5JadatFvOPNMh3lrs8nOVK12ged0GdAf3JEXJoaHgjc29USDvLr1Tt_r7juIlBj-bDw6lfnOPtZodXLSYw5K-eUW42ti/s320/cj+pose.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />This is so Christy Joy!!! She posed, and asked me to take this picture!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyn4ZuiRBwqox9GFTLaAUFOkNYAncNYP9FlEJCCHlYlITzrLjS6z7PYyI2yb-3n2PqSrIbdyEgvixoHeyaRoAmC99fuo9lP5MhWSbj-wevGbLl8-Zebj0-cYmV7-FhyHxWAsfr9Z8YKIf8/s1600-h/Caleb+Ike+Dex.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314348049782455554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyn4ZuiRBwqox9GFTLaAUFOkNYAncNYP9FlEJCCHlYlITzrLjS6z7PYyI2yb-3n2PqSrIbdyEgvixoHeyaRoAmC99fuo9lP5MhWSbj-wevGbLl8-Zebj0-cYmV7-FhyHxWAsfr9Z8YKIf8/s320/Caleb+Ike+Dex.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGdpJAqLN9tT8JouK87dfwftEgNlhOi96z1rIucfHhLNBU6X9Hau1HFVWxQ1gIimuob7A4Vmnov_5hDuXOuJMrmMIYLxT1Ns-9D4yYIzNT9DNA3lbnXT7tfAeZmRfArVeubge_TxcqGLhB/s1600-h/Caleb+holds+Seth.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314348042925401442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGdpJAqLN9tT8JouK87dfwftEgNlhOi96z1rIucfHhLNBU6X9Hau1HFVWxQ1gIimuob7A4Vmnov_5hDuXOuJMrmMIYLxT1Ns-9D4yYIzNT9DNA3lbnXT7tfAeZmRfArVeubge_TxcqGLhB/s320/Caleb+holds+Seth.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Yep, Caleb is actually holding Seth upside down. Caleb is crazy strong!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBK9J3lov0crLTxe7O2O_86JnuwJl-1udTWAfCHkyjC5egoTKKqiFitjb08mIDGllS5KtfjkRwRurTxbh_cfH97AiyZJL2C2AIFvQQNbksCwyzjXdDR7E_v0CZijW5SeTNkmBng1O5-77v/s1600-h/Caleb+and+Enoch.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314348033796823106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBK9J3lov0crLTxe7O2O_86JnuwJl-1udTWAfCHkyjC5egoTKKqiFitjb08mIDGllS5KtfjkRwRurTxbh_cfH97AiyZJL2C2AIFvQQNbksCwyzjXdDR7E_v0CZijW5SeTNkmBng1O5-77v/s320/Caleb+and+Enoch.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I love this picture! Caleb loves all the little kids so much!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLzuLsbaOkTsDfsQ2SWMsv9ZzIIXUfY4s-76_aVf9_uJemT7vM7EdCCry9Wm8Jcf0DnictOZIkP29LvI7JMUDcNy803B0NXfcoJU9O0NGXR92TXGXCu3VYdv8ilnZ2CYt07ZtxcFuuiv4f/s1600-h/Caleb.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314348022389550338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLzuLsbaOkTsDfsQ2SWMsv9ZzIIXUfY4s-76_aVf9_uJemT7vM7EdCCry9Wm8Jcf0DnictOZIkP29LvI7JMUDcNy803B0NXfcoJU9O0NGXR92TXGXCu3VYdv8ilnZ2CYt07ZtxcFuuiv4f/s320/Caleb.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDWWc-Uqva1W-o14FXrPZB_lNlUI7QS1VTkujNvFY6zalutROiaLXWMzAdB-CuZS1CqaCmHP4PCDGQabWgOF7YujvnLjMNzGq7q9mS9vlNyuz5xehYtUQvsxl3igfYyMLUya4FSyXfvoCq/s1600-h/Bugged+Locke.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314340242821990194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDWWc-Uqva1W-o14FXrPZB_lNlUI7QS1VTkujNvFY6zalutROiaLXWMzAdB-CuZS1CqaCmHP4PCDGQabWgOF7YujvnLjMNzGq7q9mS9vlNyuz5xehYtUQvsxl3igfYyMLUya4FSyXfvoCq/s320/Bugged+Locke.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQtd1chQsld2SifEs5MIHa973Mkbf1Tg_5_auB-f7TPWhhi0ADtO7ZFBr9aELm7JR16FsJY3k2ZLx93mfAHCvKoLiI3lxqgYxsBWY7zImPzCGkzNaafXojK6GCIJ6zxOP03YI6EaldRbNb/s1600-h/Buddy+%26+Buddy.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314340234713946242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQtd1chQsld2SifEs5MIHa973Mkbf1Tg_5_auB-f7TPWhhi0ADtO7ZFBr9aELm7JR16FsJY3k2ZLx93mfAHCvKoLiI3lxqgYxsBWY7zImPzCGkzNaafXojK6GCIJ6zxOP03YI6EaldRbNb/s320/Buddy+%26+Buddy.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0rhHJWRaFMGMZO_R1GnDpwmn1A6I9OeFhyphenhyphenbx4HJ2vQ18uBZJ6CRalZzOgepLXgjmQ_QmSZHv9UQNDB7b3eUxwSr7jO4cWGAH4Rq1Mv-7OT3k7zCt9HWO6mjP1GpcmrDSe6apZIrr4lufK/s1600-h/brave+tuck.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314340233173549154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0rhHJWRaFMGMZO_R1GnDpwmn1A6I9OeFhyphenhyphenbx4HJ2vQ18uBZJ6CRalZzOgepLXgjmQ_QmSZHv9UQNDB7b3eUxwSr7jO4cWGAH4Rq1Mv-7OT3k7zCt9HWO6mjP1GpcmrDSe6apZIrr4lufK/s320/brave+tuck.JPG" border="0" /></a> The kids were hanging out in the jacuzi, and the brave ones were jumping into the FREEZING POOL! Yikes! <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5icHLmR0eKA_oQTS6YsTEDs5_m_95a8H6SZG0uSEUml1xEaQCwz48D2yOH5xcLFiQXbk4IgSTrh6t_oUF1Cxdyw5LZ2lX4m0iluIEXH5xuo4Kz01pJn7t3dcsekTkXuI8f7gFp1AwG0ME/s1600-h/big+kids+chill.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314340224900683026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5icHLmR0eKA_oQTS6YsTEDs5_m_95a8H6SZG0uSEUml1xEaQCwz48D2yOH5xcLFiQXbk4IgSTrh6t_oUF1Cxdyw5LZ2lX4m0iluIEXH5xuo4Kz01pJn7t3dcsekTkXuI8f7gFp1AwG0ME/s320/big+kids+chill.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpx3nX7jWcbi3NfzAqHX7UgOiPjPqGf-fc9aStdlAuU0QCQI45EunxxNfwAKKkHLXtfd7h6qIEW0zMt0DemEMOMSmMCFyT3_gsoCK4LKePqdl0i0Fg2hmw0FpNI_OvAlkRw_2CEiOfXP6b/s1600-h/big+kids+and+mtns.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314340218126275682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpx3nX7jWcbi3NfzAqHX7UgOiPjPqGf-fc9aStdlAuU0QCQI45EunxxNfwAKKkHLXtfd7h6qIEW0zMt0DemEMOMSmMCFyT3_gsoCK4LKePqdl0i0Fg2hmw0FpNI_OvAlkRw_2CEiOfXP6b/s320/big+kids+and+mtns.JPG" border="0" /></a> I love seeing these kids hanging out together. Aren't the mountains so beautiful?! I really miss the Las Vegas Valley- I love the Las Vegas mountains. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQLB4JiGo6mFYSf2N_aB8DXEX0pwV36l7FpD504_3sYsxPAch_jBKfC73mEhqGzuG9d251N2-sRiYo7R1i5bko8xkb1wfFvwB2WjhLyiGBRziHUX0ZZHOXF3O3bKWt0ZLQmm3uccyIhfIP/s1600-h/best+friends+AND+best+cousins.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314339968383795922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQLB4JiGo6mFYSf2N_aB8DXEX0pwV36l7FpD504_3sYsxPAch_jBKfC73mEhqGzuG9d251N2-sRiYo7R1i5bko8xkb1wfFvwB2WjhLyiGBRziHUX0ZZHOXF3O3bKWt0ZLQmm3uccyIhfIP/s320/best+friends+AND+best+cousins.JPG" border="0" /></a> Christy Joy and Taite are "Best Friends AND Best Cousins!"<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgWLtOBz7Kw5Hk7_sps0jRmByvcYPjAUMZq3cikbnBTNZvCORpeHOmXrBJifEIoDCoAoCKILffqKEPZmxVwW6Tr5yHtfDyd_2kRSW8NZcx8bNLf-cB-yqLRSWfSyG-e12u7lgkmnFMkXFk/s1600-h/Beautiful+Mo.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314339967786839026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgWLtOBz7Kw5Hk7_sps0jRmByvcYPjAUMZq3cikbnBTNZvCORpeHOmXrBJifEIoDCoAoCKILffqKEPZmxVwW6Tr5yHtfDyd_2kRSW8NZcx8bNLf-cB-yqLRSWfSyG-e12u7lgkmnFMkXFk/s320/Beautiful+Mo.JPG" border="0" /></a> I love Mo!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWzhqipLWfVDxXu6-2N20x4O9F1rYPTC3Slp8Fb1cwYVNZgFhSaY91XpwdRIZbuAczpSqJJO42vUPjxrbavx1eYxplGrLSe63BpnXafzCvrK4FdzVy3sSTvu9u8wQp5t6V-h9b7_SfccDG/s1600-h/Ball+Shadow.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314339959013166018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWzhqipLWfVDxXu6-2N20x4O9F1rYPTC3Slp8Fb1cwYVNZgFhSaY91XpwdRIZbuAczpSqJJO42vUPjxrbavx1eYxplGrLSe63BpnXafzCvrK4FdzVy3sSTvu9u8wQp5t6V-h9b7_SfccDG/s320/Ball+Shadow.JPG" border="0" /></a> Okay- I know this picture is a bit blurry, but isn't it so cool that I caught it mid flight?! I know- huh!!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTb2GW8tQR-EQWD6TfD4xw5vTtrF34NQ7yXUaXaJr39IvcJkylPwNhMrRjfU9nYJrJ6hyYjnsgLoPINMt8bsxm72i3Q41NukCTlBNzMvB19N4DG2P1TZrGlEuwkSFDFXtaZtETbVcysDic/s1600-h/Arthur+volley+ball.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314339960676862082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTb2GW8tQR-EQWD6TfD4xw5vTtrF34NQ7yXUaXaJr39IvcJkylPwNhMrRjfU9nYJrJ6hyYjnsgLoPINMt8bsxm72i3Q41NukCTlBNzMvB19N4DG2P1TZrGlEuwkSFDFXtaZtETbVcysDic/s320/Arthur+volley+ball.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFsb73knIHM2-x6CyEQ3kbv8L3q4_kv5EyMuU9Pq9LnoZo_pB2TGaUh-3GxdmCUr8K2UVX4J9RuEVTduK3R1Oz8o7fOGqNE8_JLGch-XggTmD6U_NLKQqCszOSXBefrcpSbQ_hhlQZBlaN/s1600-h/arthur+otter+pop.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314339957429393634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFsb73knIHM2-x6CyEQ3kbv8L3q4_kv5EyMuU9Pq9LnoZo_pB2TGaUh-3GxdmCUr8K2UVX4J9RuEVTduK3R1Oz8o7fOGqNE8_JLGch-XggTmD6U_NLKQqCszOSXBefrcpSbQ_hhlQZBlaN/s320/arthur+otter+pop.JPG" border="0" /></a> Yep- definitely my child. You can tell by the Hudson Outy Belly Button. Reece is the only one of my four who got the Edwards Inny. I'm so sure Redge and the kids are all totally excited that I've posted this interesting bit of information about them and their belly buttons.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu2pee9uZQvu0CXJdbVOdnrfkJBC1-usMPCaqwR2hdTnf2cagDJqXxgaRGccfY5qXe8RviIjSimHwVlPgQfH8I8_LcBcCjq222N5i5Uqn4H0O-UfJlYF6_p-3hIrnlhiQNxGg3sAGRLckq/s1600-h/Arthur+Eye+Scab+Hair.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314339579396784626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu2pee9uZQvu0CXJdbVOdnrfkJBC1-usMPCaqwR2hdTnf2cagDJqXxgaRGccfY5qXe8RviIjSimHwVlPgQfH8I8_LcBcCjq222N5i5Uqn4H0O-UfJlYF6_p-3hIrnlhiQNxGg3sAGRLckq/s320/Arthur+Eye+Scab+Hair.JPG" border="0" /></a> Aunt Jenn did Arthur's this day. Doesn't he look fantastic?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGg303yw7TTsNuO4GYku04EXL9G2VTVyMtH8CK5Xn352qDR4TtejrLDWgpA92TOL6DcY8zPTut0MvB7LJQeewmj8qqmmteWVT409flvmvIYbSPZ783ti2wbUKL0GMmJ0oii_5YOfVeNjAW/s1600-h/ari+kate+seth+mae+ht.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314339563239961426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGg303yw7TTsNuO4GYku04EXL9G2VTVyMtH8CK5Xn352qDR4TtejrLDWgpA92TOL6DcY8zPTut0MvB7LJQeewmj8qqmmteWVT409flvmvIYbSPZ783ti2wbUKL0GMmJ0oii_5YOfVeNjAW/s320/ari+kate+seth+mae+ht.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgObgulB-B_FmGUkyui99rszNhLbyuU5-5gI2Gvk9SgCqEXzUZki3mgwwuZqSs6hTcm3OGro3_AdPsdnDKPWqqdm192O5ZJ2V4QOwFM_b98HOgxnXHpbs_7bSCetbMpOW0RIQNd8bsH5Q5M/s1600-h/ari+k8+mae+art+ht.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314339565102534594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgObgulB-B_FmGUkyui99rszNhLbyuU5-5gI2Gvk9SgCqEXzUZki3mgwwuZqSs6hTcm3OGro3_AdPsdnDKPWqqdm192O5ZJ2V4QOwFM_b98HOgxnXHpbs_7bSCetbMpOW0RIQNd8bsH5Q5M/s320/ari+k8+mae+art+ht.JPG" border="0" /></a> Arianna Bird Edwards is Jeff's baby. She is so beautiful! She has the longest eyelashes ever- and a personality to match it! This girl surprises me every time I see her! She definitely looks the most like Marci, but her wit she inherited from both parents!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiULh3RtaSm2hrL6dBjjSaok9o94DiXhK-KlQTJAeUkcTBob3LAloor2MHb7X5ox-RqRKd0grN7I-WXYED3kcenxMtmoosS6TBjG2Q1c4t7ZnIddHvHJQ3r7tUYPKDA99RKQJccK7oKgkD/s1600-h/Alyssa.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314339552634117938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiULh3RtaSm2hrL6dBjjSaok9o94DiXhK-KlQTJAeUkcTBob3LAloor2MHb7X5ox-RqRKd0grN7I-WXYED3kcenxMtmoosS6TBjG2Q1c4t7ZnIddHvHJQ3r7tUYPKDA99RKQJccK7oKgkD/s320/Alyssa.JPG" border="0" /></a> I love Alyssa! She was our first girl baby. We had Josh, Caleb, Reece, Dexter, Luke, and Alyssa. We loved our girl baby!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqVGMcbU_TbHi-0W2aLorZnLTkdAZfWTemDKYS9jMglagTBdCDp74BjCjfRY4VPbPqGMzMXpUng2b5g99KnN-IZ6z_GtZWRn15rfZnSV6n1umAdvZwVaMsp9_ves71FnaJ8DxBHZT7Gxsg/s1600-h/3+girls+see+saw.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314339546671940594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqVGMcbU_TbHi-0W2aLorZnLTkdAZfWTemDKYS9jMglagTBdCDp74BjCjfRY4VPbPqGMzMXpUng2b5g99KnN-IZ6z_GtZWRn15rfZnSV6n1umAdvZwVaMsp9_ves71FnaJ8DxBHZT7Gxsg/s320/3+girls+see+saw.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglP4fChq1vJTYHsriiZccFYvTJhC93MK9UDKVXO7awAgafBq0rLSQh1cpNOeYJf1oY1G4IDqqcRv_y5gwpXaps8mcLVfKeNyHQ0V4fBRyo_k36dl8gW_bXGBvII1MhWaa_rhYyes2AdAEj/s1600-h/enough.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314386012350796978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglP4fChq1vJTYHsriiZccFYvTJhC93MK9UDKVXO7awAgafBq0rLSQh1cpNOeYJf1oY1G4IDqqcRv_y5gwpXaps8mcLVfKeNyHQ0V4fBRyo_k36dl8gW_bXGBvII1MhWaa_rhYyes2AdAEj/s320/enough.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is the final picture. Can you tell what Quincy is saying to me? In case you can't... "Lynt! Can you stop? Haven't you taken enough pictures?" My answer, "Yep- now I have. For this weekend. But, I'll be back April 8th. With my camera."Lynthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02484620668303273679noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575881313635499025.post-57325487809487996232009-03-10T11:29:00.002-06:002009-03-10T12:44:25.959-06:00FIFTEEN YEARS!Redge and I celebrated our 15th Anniversary on February 26th. We left Reece with the Meyer Family, and Marney took the three other kids, and we took off to spend a few days in Salt Lake at the Marriott. We had a fantastic time! We slept in, shopped, ate out, walked, and talked. It was great! I got a pile of new books, and quite possibly the BEST HAT EVER!!! So, Thanks, Redge! Thanks for a great decade and a half, 4 amazing kids, a fabulous weekend, and a spectacular hat! I love you! You're the best! I'm a very lucky girl!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRvmJNzBhu-ZHGLQKEP44L7utABYzrQrGpS1rOjvuuPu6zGWrw9ksmiKDhBpN7SO0LkOom2p3AfGMsB3QK-8DvrZXsTpk_5GlPvTL2NfUeIw6iEBchKfN1hFo2lk2v8xdBJ2jZI4GBSkw_/s1600-h/anniversary+019.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRvmJNzBhu-ZHGLQKEP44L7utABYzrQrGpS1rOjvuuPu6zGWrw9ksmiKDhBpN7SO0LkOom2p3AfGMsB3QK-8DvrZXsTpk_5GlPvTL2NfUeIw6iEBchKfN1hFo2lk2v8xdBJ2jZI4GBSkw_/s320/anniversary+019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311631541600458466" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTqHn6eZbxwTxaarmiuuP_hNtglg6s9EH3GInPAJcwkA3BULiIqQiN06GfH8ikShCSLAJsPH3_fsUfXEeOjIekhPFahGwsqPbJ6JCmgx1pzFxOrg7Tp11TNmzNWWB9lC1_QP274CC61t7q/s1600-h/anniversary+004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTqHn6eZbxwTxaarmiuuP_hNtglg6s9EH3GInPAJcwkA3BULiIqQiN06GfH8ikShCSLAJsPH3_fsUfXEeOjIekhPFahGwsqPbJ6JCmgx1pzFxOrg7Tp11TNmzNWWB9lC1_QP274CC61t7q/s320/anniversary+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311612927865429474" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3WZdVa2UqFwYNL0QaOC6FxXoExEayyzkfCwKmtGvT-dArtGySXDltPxv4a2VtjjXiAxK4KI10aK6oMkFI3JpNh0-M9PSA9XVvLViE5ImXKXoSIRZV3cHJrV5DlQtZOQYxFR1gznQ7i-hB/s1600-h/anniversary+003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3WZdVa2UqFwYNL0QaOC6FxXoExEayyzkfCwKmtGvT-dArtGySXDltPxv4a2VtjjXiAxK4KI10aK6oMkFI3JpNh0-M9PSA9XVvLViE5ImXKXoSIRZV3cHJrV5DlQtZOQYxFR1gznQ7i-hB/s320/anniversary+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311612922063603170" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiGTA8Qa9-j_gFm1k0CUzXr-KoK7Qu9_rkwr6Ng3AbkoPBHLNN7XIKxBxW8syKqgxzDg1HluOlUvxxBQ-CvBJC68PyL0td5yOjupBJU5lSXda0B-d5AqcFty5-Qsay_7FVf-fwxYISBOU7/s1600-h/anniversary+002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiGTA8Qa9-j_gFm1k0CUzXr-KoK7Qu9_rkwr6Ng3AbkoPBHLNN7XIKxBxW8syKqgxzDg1HluOlUvxxBQ-CvBJC68PyL0td5yOjupBJU5lSXda0B-d5AqcFty5-Qsay_7FVf-fwxYISBOU7/s320/anniversary+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311612918672840290" /></a>Lynthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02484620668303273679noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575881313635499025.post-52779419079935920772009-03-08T11:41:00.004-06:002009-03-08T12:12:58.415-06:00Fat Tuesday!So, on Monday, February 23rd, I received a phone call from Rockwell (Reece's School) asking me to come in the following day, Fat Tuesday, to teach a little bit about Mardi Gras! This is like the best request, for me, EVER!!! For those of you who don't know... I love New Orleans! I ABSOLUTELY love it! I love the history there. I love ambiance. I love the charm. I love the way I feel when I'm there. I went to New Orleans for the first time when I was 14. I was in a symphony, and we were asked to perform in New Orleans. It was an amazing experience. I stayed with a Catholic family, and I learned so much from them. They taught me about Mardi Gras, and I relate so well to what they taught me.<br /><br />New Orleans and Mardi Gras are so much like Las Vegas. All founded on freedom and religious bases, but in the eyes of many they have become something unsavory and sinister. That's such a shame.<br /><br />When I was speaking with the kids about New Orleans and Mardi Gras I asked them what they know about it, and the answers were pretty icky. As I related to them the real meaning behind Mardi Gras, and the background of New Orleans I saw lights go on inside them! I LOVE truth! Truth brings light!<br /><br />I told them I was from Las Vegas, and I asked them what they knew of my home town. Again, the answers weren't all that positive. The one answer that astounded me most was, "Freedom." I asked her specifically what made her think "Freedom" about Las Vegas. She answered, "The Strip." I explained to her that when I think of Las Vegas I also think, "Freedom," but not for the same reason. I told them that I think "Freedom" because in Las Vegas I'm okay to be "Just Lyndee" where as it has been so difficult being accepted as "Just Lyndee" since I moved to Utah. I also think of the Las Vegas Temple, where I was married 15 years ago. That brings me freedom. However, when I think about The Strip I think the OPPOSITE of "Freedom". Instead, I thinking "Slavery." I've seen what addictions do to people. I've seen how infidelity wrecks families and lives. I've seen effects of vices. <br /><br />I find it REALLY interesting how well Satan does his job. He takes good things like New Orleans, Las Vegas, and Mardi Gras, and turns them into dirty, naughty, gross things. It hurts my heart. However, I choose to continue loving these things because of what I see there. I love the scripture found in 1 Ne. 15:27. Nephi is interpreting his father's dream and writes, "And I said unto them that the water which my father saw was filthiness; and so much was his mind swallowed up in other things that he beheld not the filthiness of the water." <br /><br />So, I'm probably naughty, and I definitely need to repent, but when people wrinkle their noses, or don't let their kids play with mine because we're "from Las Vegas," I just like to ask, "Where is your mind? What are you choosing as your focus? My mind is swallowed up by other things. I see not what you see." 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When I got to Jenn's car I noticed the undercarriage of her van had the name "Reese" on it. I know, it's not spelled the way Redge and Reece spell their names, but I thought it was cool so I thought I'd take a picture of it for Reece's facebook page. But, then I noticed there was an empty soda can and a walmart receipt on the ground that would probably need to be thrown away before taking the picture. And, then looking around my yard, I thought, "Well, if I'm going to clean up that garbage perhaps I should consider putting away the 54 sleds the kids left out in the yard YESTERDAY!" It was at precisely this moment that my sweet, baby sister came out of my garage, and took pictures of me, in my pajamas, wearing Redge's snow boots, no make up, total bedhead, standing alone, doing nothing in the middle of the street. Thanks, Jenn. Really, Sugar, you're THE BEST!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGZs51YO7b4rigmHQKqe6ftzKnMOyhPvas0-jFQFnoLtqMg44vhMjCRbUIPBfFAzdU1SwvAC0a0MRSndumH8n8HXF6tJhxrY1luPgcxJycVRDAdDL6IbZJdhSYO5B1Vh01iVwisE6WStVp/s1600-h/MannCubs+033.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGZs51YO7b4rigmHQKqe6ftzKnMOyhPvas0-jFQFnoLtqMg44vhMjCRbUIPBfFAzdU1SwvAC0a0MRSndumH8n8HXF6tJhxrY1luPgcxJycVRDAdDL6IbZJdhSYO5B1Vh01iVwisE6WStVp/s320/MannCubs+033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305849578014789186" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE1Uyho0yD8Koz9MfkLm_lW6Ehxjf-vfIz9rHQuP45cjBZkIksIDIsburhsdgnJ1eXxCl7QrimyRf0pIY0OXZN-Ige9Cb57b2aJd8I53IWF9fZTGcrNZazDDtfPtk7Sr9lo3oQskLFes0y/s1600-h/MannCubs+038.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE1Uyho0yD8Koz9MfkLm_lW6Ehxjf-vfIz9rHQuP45cjBZkIksIDIsburhsdgnJ1eXxCl7QrimyRf0pIY0OXZN-Ige9Cb57b2aJd8I53IWF9fZTGcrNZazDDtfPtk7Sr9lo3oQskLFes0y/s320/MannCubs+038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305849577160750178" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA0CqJBhCVEeZ4S-ZRnfOYS6ECZS3AbNb1VjcwJVJ6K8YlPcR3vv8eHsuOMc9kfisJRFKT1obeSPLVQ15ytAYXZdrIZo6hAy7CEd7o7tPEhMSBWLwdZAjvEDUNeF-45h_rsuFzpQRFz4Mt/s1600-h/MannCubs+036.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA0CqJBhCVEeZ4S-ZRnfOYS6ECZS3AbNb1VjcwJVJ6K8YlPcR3vv8eHsuOMc9kfisJRFKT1obeSPLVQ15ytAYXZdrIZo6hAy7CEd7o7tPEhMSBWLwdZAjvEDUNeF-45h_rsuFzpQRFz4Mt/s320/MannCubs+036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305849572757377650" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWgp5Yb9Y430n9RCjvxITbNAgAwZNuj8EjMvBu1nQqrS3bh6jIO1lAz2MPdWUl6-DIYzMqzpgTmQMg_WsWosXBmqupZKr9cidX2uFzJM7Pkb8g6yNcMKYX_a5AEaKhRi2WaWXSjacN6nNE/s1600-h/MannCubs+035.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWgp5Yb9Y430n9RCjvxITbNAgAwZNuj8EjMvBu1nQqrS3bh6jIO1lAz2MPdWUl6-DIYzMqzpgTmQMg_WsWosXBmqupZKr9cidX2uFzJM7Pkb8g6yNcMKYX_a5AEaKhRi2WaWXSjacN6nNE/s320/MannCubs+035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305849569572909426" /></a>Lynthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02484620668303273679noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575881313635499025.post-79097064361746222102009-02-19T16:09:00.007-07:002009-02-21T18:27:33.036-07:00Fun With the Mann Cubbs and Cordner ClanI am a spoiled girl! I had company visit this week! Not just one sister, but TWO!!! Naomi and Jenn came to stay with us, and brought their kids, except Josh. We had a fabulous time! I actually left the house!!! I really did! I went all the way to Provo, and shopped! It was great! <br /><br />Check out the rock band pictures! How fun is that my sisters will come over and jam with us?! <br /><br />Be sure to check out the pictures of Gentry asleep on the floor, with her head on the big bear's leg. This is a fantastic story! I was on the phone chitty chatting with a friend, and I hear "Poltergeist". As usual, I go upstairs to the loft to turn off everything. I figured the boys had once again fallen asleep in the loft without putting on the TV remote on sleep. I get to the top of the stairs, and there are like 4 kids asleep in the loft, but Jenn was asleep there, too! HOW DOES AN ADULT SLEEP THROUGH POLTERGEIST??? I was totally laughing! I climb over bodies to turn off the tv, and THAT is what wakes Jenn! Can someone please explain this to me? So, I'm on the phone... by the way, Jenn was also laying on the big bear. I SO wish I could have taken a picture of that, but I didn't have my camera with me, so I missed it. But, Gentry was so cute I had to go back down stairs to get my camera. In the mean time... I'm still on the phone with a friend I often talk to at night because it's the only time we have to catch up since we both have little kids. However, my oldest is NOT a little kid, and my friend's kids are all really little, like 6 and younger. As I'm walking through the house I'm commentating on everything that's happening, and my friend asks, "Why do you always have 'poltergeist'? I don't get it. I haven't seen/heard poltergeist in like years!" I then answer, "I have a 13 year old kid. We started buying movies in 1994. That was before DVD's. So, once the movie is over, it rewinds, and thus 'poltergeist.'" You young little married people with your teeny, tiny kids. You have NO IDEA what it was like for us middle aged moms back in the day of VHS. We didn't have DVD players in our homes or cars! 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNbVaikrxuXTemABmNmtKD_7Q9ZIGBnZ5pBfs7MV7WAjw1a4o78W9Jmqbj-WjxoIQpNeTGGrAKTyUWNmYsXw2ZETdzIt6P-2VevfKy02yLxMYC0d5FG8m9ZO15NpK1Cd-hD9-qthuvzRUR/s320/mann+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304650145263361762" /></a>Lynthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02484620668303273679noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575881313635499025.post-90981481868136775462009-02-07T19:45:00.007-07:002009-02-18T17:41:06.168-07:00The Hudson ZooAs many, many, many of you are well aware; I live in a zoo. This is something of which I am COMPLETELY aware, yet I don't do much to change it. I'm trying to decide whether or not I should. Seriously, it's got me in a complete quandary. Do I allow my kids to tape stuff all over the place because they live here, or do I need to maintain more of a museum atmosphere? Really. Can someone, anyone offer me some input here? I don't know where to go with this. 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjwHgiAm9n1brRLrO72HgZd7hsVpyPxZ7H_Ny05nDHD6U3hZ6EJ2FF1I9L3SRgRb9sgLs_sizrFQRG9p7hKCLhGbrY3C0gW18QD79Ggh9P9yL0GtPS1QcJzh-INcBVaBygsOwPa9qU569R/s320/zoo+052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304283985387122818" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYvyWB5RdD_rY0uIxJdhPutYyxW6MTTR5Pe3i4EMe9WdC2DlWUYHHA3YqHe_0iuf78b-XG5usTQJucWfbNX4Xo5UM9Ljhtnm3UyiMJ-H6rT1ORcyv9-B60a2hV8tb0yz6X8xpmj4VPlFw6/s1600-h/zoo+050.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYvyWB5RdD_rY0uIxJdhPutYyxW6MTTR5Pe3i4EMe9WdC2DlWUYHHA3YqHe_0iuf78b-XG5usTQJucWfbNX4Xo5UM9Ljhtnm3UyiMJ-H6rT1ORcyv9-B60a2hV8tb0yz6X8xpmj4VPlFw6/s320/zoo+050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304283980518452450" /></a><br />I think I've come to my conclusion. As long as it is not seen from the front door, and does not contradict the teachings of the gospel, or the virtues & values of our home, the kids may TAPE whatever they please anywhere they please. There is to be NO stapeling, pinning, or nailing outside their own bedrooms. No painting without the permission of a PARENT, a parent that lives in this house. I've decided that I will live give or take 85 years, and this period of zoo-ness lasts maybe five years. I can handle five years. I'm happy to take five years. <br /><br />Oh, and Redge decided we're not really a zoo. We're more the grocery store parking lot, travelling carnival. Yep. I think he nailed it.Lynthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02484620668303273679noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575881313635499025.post-58932071000682509822009-01-27T17:43:00.003-07:002009-01-27T17:50:40.233-07:00CallingsAre we allowed to hate our callings? I'm serious. I don't want to be released. I think I'll learn many great things serving where I am, but am I supposed to love it? Or, can I just look at it like changing diapers? I love being a mom. I really, really do, but I can't begin to tell you how happy I am to never have to change another dirty diaper! There was a seven month period of time when we had 3, yes THREE kids in diapers. Let me say that again. For 7 months Redge and I had THREE children in diapers. I felt like I was changing diapers all day, and poor Reece felt like he was running to the garbage can every 5 seconds. I hate changing dirty diapers. I really hate it. But, it doesn't change the fact that I love being a mom. So, I'm thinking this kind of relates to my calling. I love being a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, but as for my calling... well, I'm thinking I'm looking forward to changing my grandkids' diapers more than I am to attend tonight's enrichment board meeting. And, yes, you guessed it. In writing this post right now I am 100% procrastinating.Lynthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02484620668303273679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575881313635499025.post-30829539896909316902009-01-26T22:43:00.003-07:002009-01-27T13:04:03.462-07:00ProcrastinationIf I could convince the athletic world that procrastination qualifies as a sport, well, I'd be an Olympic Gold Medalist. I'm not sure whether or not to be proud of myself. I mean everyone loves Abraham Lincoln's quote, "Whatever you are, be a good one." So, should I just own it? Should I be okay with this? Because let me tell you, if I'm anything, I'm a procrastinator, and I am REALLY GOOD at it! Really, I am the Mother Teresa of Procrastination. I'm the Ghandi of Procrastination. I'm the Meryl Streep of Procrastination. I'm thinking that my Little Granny is watching me from Heaven and thinking, "Do I remind Florence that that's my girl Lyndee down there being all consistent with her procrastination! I mean do you see her? She is not all willy-nilly with her putting off stuff. She doesn't work really hard on her laundry, and get it all done before Arthur runs out of school uniforms one day; just to turn around the following day and do nothing because she doesn't have an assignment due for another 24 hours. Oh no, not my Lyndee. She is perfectly dedicated to putting off EVERYTHING until the last minute is done and gone. But, at the same time... is a "Putting it off kind of Grand-daughter" really anything to brag about?"<br /><br />But, the problem here is that not only do I procrastinate everything really well, I also remember EVERYTHING REALLY WELL. In fact, I may actually remember better than I procrastinate. I'm not bragging here. My memory is a gift from Heavenly Father, and it's a trial as much as a gift. Not only do I remember good things, but I cannot forget any of the mean stuff a specific girl said to me in second grade. (I really have to throw a little comment in here. I'm such a procrastinator that I didn't even finish this post the same day I started it. I started this last night, and then decided I'd finish it later. Do you see what I'm saying???) At any rate... Here's my dilemma. Because my memory does its job so well I remember stuff like the teachings of King Benjamin. Especially his counsel in Mosiah 3:19, "For the natural man is an enemy to God..."<br /><br />So, I'm thinking Little Granny is not so proud of her grand-daughter for putting off until tomorrow what most certainly can be done today. Thus, here I go. I'm going to accomplish all kind of things today. Really. Hopefully the things I complete will be things on my todo list, rather than things to keep me from thinking about my todo list...Lynthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02484620668303273679noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575881313635499025.post-45944443115893845242009-01-22T18:49:00.005-07:002009-01-28T20:42:10.779-07:00Redge R. Hudson, S.E.If you're one of my friends who is tired of Reading about Redge, well then this post is definitely not for you. Yep, I'm bragging about my husband again. Today we (Do you like the way I use "we" instead of the more accurate word "Redge"?)received Redge's S.E. stamp! Don't worry, if you don't know what that is I'm going to tell you right now. As most of you know, Redge is a structural engineer. "What is that?" you ask? It's the guy that makes it so buildings don't fall down. An architect draws a building, and Redge makes it work. I know, I couldn't do it either, but I'm a P.E. major what can I do? Redge graduated from UNLV with a degree in Civil Engineering because they didn't have a Structural Engineering program, and Redge's selfish wife said, "I don't care if Utah State has a great engineering program. I'm done here so we're moving home, and that by the way, means Vegas. Welcome to the Edwards Family!" So, Redge graduated in Civil, never wanting to be a civil engineer, but as aforementioned in previous blogs, Redge digs me, and does pretty much whatever he can to make my life as great as he possibly can manage. I digress... Just because someone decides to major in engineering, and even graduates with an engineering degree that person isn't just automatically an engineer. Oh, no, no, no. It doesn't work that way. Once the degree is earned the graduate must work under a Professional Engineer for 3-5 years, depending on the individual's state's licensure policies, before becoming applicable for even testing for Professional Engineer status. The Professional Engineer test is similar to the Bar for Attorneys. Redge passed the P.E. in 2002. This was very exciting for our family because Redge was finally an Engineer! In order for homes to be built the structural engineer has to actually stamp the plans, and sign through the stamp to ensure the building is structurally sound. (Yes, kind of like a "Super Star" stamp in kindergarten. You don't know you're a "Super Star" until the teacher actually stamps your paper.) So, in Structural Engineering in order to stamp projects over 3 stories high an engineer must have the P.S.E. stamp, the Professional Structural Engineer stamp. We received Redge's P.S.E. stamp today! <br /><br />When Redge received his P.E. stamp he wrote me a really sweet letter thanking me for supporting him through school, and at the bottom of the letter he stamped it. It was the first time he used his P.E. stamp. So, today when the S.E. stamp arrived, once again, Redge used his stamp for the first time for me. I scanned it in, and have posted it here so you can all see it.Lynthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02484620668303273679noreply@blogger.com6