tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56627800843413421572024-03-13T08:44:25.250-04:00Life As We Know ItScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03700704555956985658noreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662780084341342157.post-72915371470682920152012-11-14T21:14:00.000-05:002012-11-14T21:14:14.839-05:00PJ's Bday<br />
Thought I would continue my streak by posting a few pictures from Piper's recent birthday.<br />
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Halloween was a couple weeks ago, but I will give myself some slack since I have not posted in a year. We had Blueberry Muffin, Miss Strawberry Shortcake, and a rather vicious pirate. They were all dressed up for the Texas weather. Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03700704555956985658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662780084341342157.post-24949092701743628092012-01-03T11:50:00.002-05:002012-01-03T20:28:54.089-05:00Happy New Year! <br />
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I have to apologize because we didn't get Christmas cards out this year. Christmas cards are one of my favorite things about the holidays. I have mine hung up all over my house so I can remember how lucky I am to have so many wonderful friends in my life. I will try to be better next year. Here is what my card probably would of said if I sent it.<br />
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We love Florida!!! We love the sunshine and the beautiful weather. I guess living in buffalo for four years really helps you appreciate warmth. Everyday we thank Heavenly Father for letting us live here. We spend most of our time outdoors. We love the beach and all the parks. We also have really enjoyed being in the air force. We have met so many wonderful people. The military seems to understand not to take friendships for granted. You never know when someone is going to leave and so you just cherish the time you have.<br />
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Here is a run down of how everyone is doing. Rylee is in kindergarten. She is doing so well. She loves to read and will read any book she can get her hands on. She wants to be a cooker, teacher, or makeup girl when she grows up. She is still sweet as can be. She loves her friends. She worries about everyone and is always willing to help. She is loving Florida but still wishes she could live in Utah next to her grandmas.<br />
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Sawyer is thirteen months old and is very active. He explores every inch of the house. He empties ever drawer and box that he can get his hands on. He is either the easiest baby ever or the hardest. He loves to laugh. His favorite past time is splashing in the toilet or pulling the toaster around the house. <br />
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Scott is enjoying the Air Force. He is learning a ton and is grateful he gets to work with so many specialists. He is the finance clerk at church. He is a wonderful dad and spends most of his spare time making the kids laugh.<br />
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</a></div>I am doing great. I have wonderful friends who I spend as much time as I can with. I love being a mom more than I ever have. I love to cook and am constantly trying to perfect my recipes. I wish we could live in Florida forever but we will be moving again in August. I forgotten how much I love being near the beach. I am a beach girl through and through. We love you and miss you all. We hope that 2012 is the best year for you yet!Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03700704555956985658noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662780084341342157.post-39652295057459558492011-11-02T00:06:00.000-04:002011-11-02T00:06:38.316-04:00Beach Pictures<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thought it would be good to share some pictures of where we live now. We went to the beach on Okaloosa Island a few weeks ago and watched the sunset. We are having fun.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="228" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hMeUlHf28dw/TrC7SXnRj8I/AAAAAAAABRo/EsdipXo-WFo/s320/IMG_3760.JPG" width="320" /></div><br />
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Our friend took our family pictures and I love how they turned out. She used an old bike.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03700704555956985658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662780084341342157.post-82743238641526991372011-05-09T09:38:00.000-04:002011-05-09T09:38:53.040-04:00Picture of our Family<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jz79GnAU1mU/TcftoQ0NAwI/AAAAAAAABG0/Y5p2X-ZrHug/s1600/IMG_1847edit2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jz79GnAU1mU/TcftoQ0NAwI/AAAAAAAABG0/Y5p2X-ZrHug/s320/IMG_1847edit2.jpg" width="213" /></a></div>My family got all dressed up for a photo shoot and then my friend/photographer went into labor. She tried to tell me early enough so we wouldn't get all ready but I of course did not look at my phone. Since we were all dressed up we thought we would get another friend to take a couple shots for us. Here is the latest picture of all of us.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03700704555956985658noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662780084341342157.post-42225248803662695842011-01-20T21:26:00.000-05:002011-01-20T21:26:43.070-05:00Snowing and Staying Inside It has been a normal winter here in Buffalo; cold and snowy. That means we have spent a lot of time inside. You get used to it over time but the kids become a little tired of it. A tropical island sounds nice about now.<br />
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I totally lucked out this year. The BYU basketball team scheduled a game in Buffalo. I spend way too much time following BYU sports and this was just too good to be true. We live about 10 minutes from the arena. Heather decided to stay home with Piper and Sawyer so I took Rylee to the game. She is not a sports fanatic by any means but I thought we would try. The game was awesome. BYU managed to win the game against a tough UB team and there were lots of Cougar fans there. My problem was that Rylee put her coat and scarf on sometime in the first half and told me that she was ready to go home. She is funny. We stayed for the entire game, but she did not understand why the game was so long. I think I have my work cut out for me.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03700704555956985658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662780084341342157.post-44943684885067136002010-12-29T10:12:00.000-05:002010-12-29T10:12:12.480-05:00Tangled<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/TRtPoGvY6wI/AAAAAAAABFQ/DBDDtIWtzfg/s1600/tangled_movie_image_rapunzel_02-600x316.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="168" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/TRtPoGvY6wI/AAAAAAAABFQ/DBDDtIWtzfg/s320/tangled_movie_image_rapunzel_02-600x316.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>We saw Tangled yesterday as a family. We took all three kids. It was quite daring I know. Rylee and Piper have been so anxious to see it. It was a fun movie and we all had a good time. Sawyer did not make too much noise. Piper sat on my lap for the first hour, then got bored. Rylee loved it. She sat in her chair laughing at certain points where I think she was the only one in the fairly full theater doing such a thing. The only problem was the ending. She was crushed by how the movie ended. I don't want to give anything away if you have not seen it, but I might try to request an alternate ending so I don't have to answer more questions when the movie comes out on DVD.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03700704555956985658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662780084341342157.post-53073885939375402772010-12-26T21:52:00.001-05:002010-12-26T22:04:00.928-05:00A Buffalo ChristmasI want to preface this with a few questions from Rylee for Santa. Let me know if you know any of the answers to these. She was not quite daring enough to ask Santa at the mall.<br />
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How do reindeer fly?<br />
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Does Santa take his coat off and wear a t-shirt when he is in Florida?<br />
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To prepare for Christmas, we held our annual Christmas tree cookie making event. It involves stacking cookies with frosting and then adding a red hot on top. The girls had a fun time putting the cookies together. They did not exactly pass the hygiene test, so do not be offended that we did not share them with anyone. Piper did a good job until she realized she had a bunch of cookies in front of her.<br />
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Christmas morning with children is special. They are so genuine with their emotions and excitement that you cannot avoid smiling. We are blessed to have such great family and friends.<br />
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We hope you all had a Merry Christmas!Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03700704555956985658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662780084341342157.post-58577742170086730522010-12-23T00:18:00.001-05:002010-12-30T12:34:58.875-05:00Cape Cod<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>We made a trip to Cape Cod last summer around the beginning of July. We did not have much experience there so we planned to take a tour of the cape during our week there. We stayed in Mashpee and made trips to Sandwich, Dennisport, Hyannis, Chatham, Falmouth, Woods Hole, and Provincetown (and I am sure I missed some). While the cape itself is not huge, doing the entire place in a week is tough with one child who naps and the other one who only wants to spend time at the hotel swimming pool. I will try to touch on some of the highlights of the trip.<br />
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We wish that we could be closer to family this year, but we are also having a lot of fun doing stuff on our own.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/TRHyu0YmPFI/AAAAAAAABCc/-Wm3541md3o/s1600/sawyer13c.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/TRHyu0YmPFI/AAAAAAAABCc/-Wm3541md3o/s400/sawyer13c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553486701674249298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/TRHyun4bDXI/AAAAAAAABCU/wEueNv_00aY/s1600/sawyer4cc.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/TRHyun4bDXI/AAAAAAAABCU/wEueNv_00aY/s400/sawyer4cc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553486698318073202" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/TRHyuJ2XttI/AAAAAAAABCM/AdlcaBg3p_c/s1600/sawer12ccm.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/TRHyuJ2XttI/AAAAAAAABCM/AdlcaBg3p_c/s400/sawer12ccm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553486690256402130" border="0" /></a>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03700704555956985658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662780084341342157.post-59730867681657975532010-12-19T08:02:00.003-05:002010-12-19T08:18:07.824-05:00Year in RewindI am going to try and post things that we have done over the year. I figure that if I do a little each day I might be able to get some stuff done. The hard part about this though is that Sawyer is not on them. I could photoshop him in some of them, but I got some negative feedback on the last time I did that. These pictures are from Halloween. Rylee was a beautiful ballerina and Piper was a ladybug. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/TQ4Fc-ztR-I/AAAAAAAABB8/oO7rfPysjg0/s1600/IMG_2786.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/TQ4Fc-ztR-I/AAAAAAAABB8/oO7rfPysjg0/s320/IMG_2786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552381386048751586" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/TQ4FcgcLfxI/AAAAAAAABB0/DH7o_MJowwg/s1600/IMG_2775.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/TQ4FcgcLfxI/AAAAAAAABB0/DH7o_MJowwg/s320/IMG_2775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552381377897004818" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/TQ4FcWjCUQI/AAAAAAAABBs/JAcfZeYq6w4/s1600/IMG_2796.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/TQ4FcWjCUQI/AAAAAAAABBs/JAcfZeYq6w4/s320/IMG_2796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552381375241408770" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/TQ4FcLAJmVI/AAAAAAAABBk/k71qZRlYkvo/s1600/IMG_2785.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/TQ4FcLAJmVI/AAAAAAAABBk/k71qZRlYkvo/s320/IMG_2785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552381372142295378" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/TQ4Fb_KngpI/AAAAAAAABBc/7VGP6i6wz-Y/s1600/IMG_2803.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/TQ4Fb_KngpI/AAAAAAAABBc/7VGP6i6wz-Y/s320/IMG_2803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552381368964973202" border="0" /></a>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03700704555956985658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662780084341342157.post-56923382136962091032010-11-21T21:34:00.002-05:002010-11-21T22:05:55.617-05:00Busy Weekend<div style="text-align: left;">Sawyer is keeping us busy and we are also trying to entertain him when we have a chance. He stares at us quite a bit. I think it is funny. He is a keeper.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/TOnbzasEu1I/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPYxh7u6Rq8/s1600/IMG_2876.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/TOnbzasEu1I/AAAAAAAAA8g/tPYxh7u6Rq8/s320/IMG_2876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542202492840098642" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/TOnbzBY5d5I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/ZGujMGaJ5Ok/s1600/IMG_2908.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/TOnbzBY5d5I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/ZGujMGaJ5Ok/s320/IMG_2908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542202486048782226" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/TOnbyfBVRiI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/57wAoUaOsQ0/s1600/IMG_2891-1.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/TOnbyfBVRiI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/57wAoUaOsQ0/s320/IMG_2891-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542202476823135778" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/TOnbxjwFn0I/AAAAAAAAA8I/5qwyjPI4aiY/s1600/IMG_2879-1.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/TOnbxjwFn0I/AAAAAAAAA8I/5qwyjPI4aiY/s320/IMG_2879-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542202460913114946" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/TOnX4US9o2I/AAAAAAAAA8A/HRWSeVOrTI4/s1600/Sawyer%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bbeach.gif"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/TOnX4US9o2I/AAAAAAAAA8A/HRWSeVOrTI4/s320/Sawyer%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bbeach.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542198178976998242" border="0" /></a>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03700704555956985658noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662780084341342157.post-14795335703303635702010-11-21T09:17:00.003-05:002010-11-21T09:31:39.763-05:00SawyerAfter repeated attempts on my life, I figured it was time to post some new pictures on here. These are all from the hospital the first night. Rylee and Piper were excited to see their new brother. Heather is doing great. I will try to post some pictures later, but hopefully this eases some of the tension. Thanks for all of your support.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/TOkr9qYz0lI/AAAAAAAAA7w/mt7_OLNOBe4/s1600/IMG_2832.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/TOkr9qYz0lI/AAAAAAAAA7w/mt7_OLNOBe4/s320/IMG_2832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542009154806469202" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/TOkr-FoMzoI/AAAAAAAAA74/qqzkZY0UOrw/s1600/IMG_2835.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/TOkr-FoMzoI/AAAAAAAAA74/qqzkZY0UOrw/s320/IMG_2835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542009162118778498" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/TOkr8gFOloI/AAAAAAAAA7o/US3RcDB91y0/s1600/IMG_2827.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/TOkr8gFOloI/AAAAAAAAA7o/US3RcDB91y0/s320/IMG_2827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542009134860113538" border="0" /></a>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03700704555956985658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662780084341342157.post-8279409099285389172010-05-26T22:02:00.004-04:002010-05-26T22:47:05.867-04:00It's Picture Time<span style="font-family:courier new;">So my life has finally gotten to the point where I can post some pictures on the blog. I hope that my free time expands so I can do some other stuff as well in the near future. We have done quite a bit since the last pictures. The girls seemed to have grown a bit and developed more personality. </span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/S_3VSzVx3cI/AAAAAAAAA3w/azGiz_rL1fE/s1600/IMG_1892.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/S_3VSzVx3cI/AAAAAAAAA3w/azGiz_rL1fE/s400/IMG_1892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475767240948309442" border="0" /></a>Piper loves ice cream. She spent most of dinner the other night crying because she knew that there was ice cream. She managed to get most of it in her mouth.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/S_3VTLaYA0I/AAAAAAAAA34/YNC2vgoX1eg/s1600/IMG_1886.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/S_3VTLaYA0I/AAAAAAAAA34/YNC2vgoX1eg/s400/IMG_1886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475767247410037570" border="0" /></a>She loves playing outside. She looks great with the one side of her hair done in this picture.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/S_3covZv48I/AAAAAAAAA4g/Vj2x2A-ih48/s1600/IMG_1868.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/S_3covZv48I/AAAAAAAAA4g/Vj2x2A-ih48/s400/IMG_1868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475775314429731778" border="0" /></a><br />Rylee in pink.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/S_3VTnyf8nI/AAAAAAAAA4A/If0rtV1lVGU/s1600/IMG_1862.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/S_3VTnyf8nI/AAAAAAAAA4A/If0rtV1lVGU/s400/IMG_1862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475767255027413618" border="0" /></a><br />I went to the Dominican Republic over spring break for a dental mission and I found these maracas for the girls.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/S_3ZlmKJMnI/AAAAAAAAA4I/fMr7XIY690w/s1600/IMG_1810.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/S_3ZlmKJMnI/AAAAAAAAA4I/fMr7XIY690w/s400/IMG_1810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475771961873871474" border="0" /></a><br />We also took a trip to Kirtland, Ohio on a weekend to look at a car. The car idea did not work well because the guy sold it before we got there. Not cool. Anyway, we had a lot of fun looking at sites in the area.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/S_3ZmCXx85I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/KxnjcyOaZ-8/s1600/IMG_1819.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/S_3ZmCXx85I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/KxnjcyOaZ-8/s400/IMG_1819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475771969447261074" border="0" /></a><br />Heather liked the cows at the <a href="http://www.lakemetroparks.com/select-park/farmpark.shtml#Park">Farmpark</a>. I liked them too. Rylee even did a good job milking one.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/S_3coA1hxiI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/QethGmBJd40/s1600/IMG_1777.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/S_3coA1hxiI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/QethGmBJd40/s400/IMG_1777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475775301929780770" border="0" /></a><br />I have found it quite impossible to take a good picture of the girls before church when they are dressed up. They have some cute dresses but I never seem to catch them at the best moment.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03700704555956985658noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662780084341342157.post-50775790313582968962010-05-11T13:20:00.003-04:002010-05-11T13:30:27.025-04:00What's Wrong With My Fork?We were eating pasta for dinner last night. We were almost finished and Rylee held up her fork and asked, "What's wrong with my fork? It won't do the spinny thing." I thought it was funny that it was the fork's fault. I love my kids. I will try to post some pictures soon too.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03700704555956985658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662780084341342157.post-14448262836406631352010-04-27T14:53:00.002-04:002010-04-27T15:04:34.799-04:00A four year old teenagerThis weekend we went to Kirtland and saw the historical sights. We had a wonderful time! After Kirtland we went to a place called Farmpark. There we got to milk a cow, ride in a horse drawn carriage, and see many other farm animals. The kids loved it especially Piper who kept saying Moo over and over again. Right before we were about to leave we stopped at the gift shop. Rylee walked around the store coveting everything. Finally she found a purse that she loved and begged Scott for it. She insisted that she would use it all the time. Scott, knowing that Rylee already has at least five other purses, said no. Rylee was outraged and screamed "You are ruining my life." One of the farm workers turned her head so Rylee could not see her laughing. Even though I find this humorous it also troubles me. I cannot believe that my four year old already thinks her parents are making her life miserable. Isn't she supposed to adore us right now. I feel like I am raising a teenager and not a preschooler.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03700704555956985658noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662780084341342157.post-59041108545053761242010-03-22T21:25:00.003-04:002010-03-22T21:33:09.929-04:00Hey Hey<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/S6gZNd5PJkI/AAAAAAAAA2A/zUgU4KzV3M0/s1600-h/IMG_1439.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/S6gZNd5PJkI/AAAAAAAAA2A/zUgU4KzV3M0/s400/IMG_1439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451635068085675586" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/S6gZM1K4bhI/AAAAAAAAA14/6hK-gkhXhb0/s1600-h/IMG_1438.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/S6gZM1K4bhI/AAAAAAAAA14/6hK-gkhXhb0/s400/IMG_1438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451635057153830418" border="0" /></a><br />I wonder how long it will take for Piper to make faces like her aunt Amy.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03700704555956985658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662780084341342157.post-91787814529803487242010-02-27T10:52:00.003-05:002010-02-27T10:57:30.192-05:00The Chicken PrincessRylee made this picture the other day for mom. She said it was the "Chicken Princess." It even flies because it has wings.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/S4lArojQCxI/AAAAAAAAAzw/8RiiPA_SGr4/s1600-h/img003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/S4lArojQCxI/AAAAAAAAAzw/8RiiPA_SGr4/s400/img003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442952743017777938" border="0" /></a>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03700704555956985658noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662780084341342157.post-48635556893035199712010-01-28T21:28:00.003-05:002010-01-28T23:19:57.560-05:00Worst Day of My LifeToday was the scariest day of my life. Piper has been sick with a stomach virus this week. She has been really tired and hasn't wanted to eat or drink very much. This morning she was laying on my chest when she started to convulse. Then her eyes went behind her head. She stopped breathing and her lips turned blue. I started panicking. I could not think of what you are supposed to do when someone has a seizure. I called 911 and they were busy with other calls. I started praying begging God to help me. I thought for a moment that Piper had died. It was the worst moment of my life. She slowly started breathing again. The 911 operator came on and an ambulance was on its way. Rylee ran next door and got the neighbor. We went to the hospital. The doctors said she didn't actually have a normal seizure. She had a febrile seizure. It is the body's reaction to a fever. It causes no real damage but it is horrifying to experience. Once you have one you could have one again. Most kids grow out of them by five. You can try to control the fever with pain medication but they could still seize. They gave her liquids at the hospital to help with dehydration and she is now home and safe. I wanted everyone to know about these seizures so you don't have to experience the same terror.<br /> I cannot imagine life without Piper. She loves to laugh and smile. She often has a mischievous smile on her face right before she is about to do something wrong. She is tough and isn't afraid to fight back. She is extremely independent and wants to do everything herself. I love her so much. She brightens up my life and I am so glad that she is my daughter. Please give your loved ones an extra hug and kiss because they are so precious. I hope that I never have to experience this fear again.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03700704555956985658noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662780084341342157.post-58529157193228289842009-10-29T10:23:00.002-04:002009-10-29T10:29:13.485-04:00AnswersIt was interesting to see how people guessed. I think Natalie was the only one to get them all correct. And sorry, I did not even think to give out prizes. <br /><br />Top (Left to Right): Rylee, Rylee, Piper<br />Bottom (Left to Right): Piper, Piper, Rylee<br /><br />I think there were a couple that were easier to look at the surroundings and picture quality than trying to figure out who is who. Thanks for playing.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03700704555956985658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662780084341342157.post-52337394003770800102009-10-25T22:53:00.003-04:002009-10-25T22:58:31.486-04:00Guess who?We have been looking at old pictures lately and have been quite surprised by how much our girls look like each other. So we put together a few pictures of each of them side by side to see if other people can figure out who is who.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/SuUP82Zpm3I/AAAAAAAAAio/oR5Sxd-RGGQ/s1600-h/Rylee.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/SuUP82Zpm3I/AAAAAAAAAio/oR5Sxd-RGGQ/s400/Rylee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396737266543074162" border="0" /></a>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03700704555956985658noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662780084341342157.post-80015424263702192422009-10-23T21:22:00.001-04:002009-10-23T21:24:56.692-04:00Happy Birthday Piper<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/SuJXKzMD4LI/AAAAAAAAAig/aCl6pjaCVGQ/s1600-h/2009_10_22.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MKXM9BhiQ/SuJXKzMD4LI/AAAAAAAAAig/aCl6pjaCVGQ/s400/2009_10_22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395971146594377906" border="0" /></a>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03700704555956985658noreply@blogger.com7