tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918999617693110702024-03-13T13:33:53.585-07:00Craziness ContinuedBroadbent Bedlam: Take 2Linseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13781163513822039474noreply@blogger.comBlogger318125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791899961769311070.post-47356808120674819462018-04-27T19:19:00.000-07:002018-04-27T19:19:42.777-07:00Today's ExchangeEm: Do you want to see what's in my special box?<br />
Me: Fo sho.<br />
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<em>She proceeds to open up a shoe box, and there are multiple dead bugs, including what I believe to be a cocoon on the top of the box, and some assorted change.</em><br />
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Me: Oh, Em, you probably should keep your money separate from your decomp, maybe put it somewhere different.<br />
Em: <em>cue eyeroll and deliberate blinking</em> Like where? <br />
Me: How about your pockets?<br />
Em: <em>blink blink </em>You want me to get caterpillar guts in my pockets?<br />
Me: Um, yes.<br />
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Linseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13781163513822039474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791899961769311070.post-34573814449655693502018-04-27T19:18:00.000-07:002018-04-27T19:18:46.987-07:00Ah, Valentines Day. Dawson has forever been girl crazy, always swooning over girls for as long as I can remember, and claiming stake on multiple "girlfriends." The Boyz filled out their valentines after school, and made me laugh by the thought that went into it. Daws saved the Skittle Valentines that said, "Your a super friend." for specific friends and was able to categorize his whole class into the 4 different sayings provided in the box. Lovely.<br />
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Tonight, we celebrated Valentines with a steak dinner and some family togetherness. Dawson worked on a homemade, very special and intricate valentine for Eliza. She is the girl we have been hearing the most about, she is the sheriff's daughter (obviously won't work, due to my long criminal history), and she is an older woman....4th grader.<br />
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She just recently moved in a few blocks up the street, and now rides the Boyz bus. Apparently Dawson greets her each morning by saying, "Hey, Hottie." to which she replies, " S'Up." Except for today, when she said, "Hey Hottie." and he just said, "Uh." cause it caught him off guard. It sure sounds like love.<br />
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This afternoon, when Daws asked if he could make her a special Valentine, I said sure, but it was time to drop the Fiddy Cent act, and Dave said he couldn't say "I love you." or "I want to marry you." He was a little lost at what to write, but then pulled out a beautiful card from the heart. <br />
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Dear Eliza, Will you be my Valentine? I really like the way you are nice to everybody and I love that you are always smiling. Love, Dawson.<br />
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He decorated it and was very proud of it.<br />
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Over dinner we were enjoying some delightful conversation when Dawson admitted that Dylan had actually spotted Eliza first and was the first to love her. This really surprised me because Dyl makes choking/vomiting noises when Daws spews his love talk, and gets really, really mad if Dawson teases him about liking a girl. But Dyl just agreed and kept on chewing his steak. Then, Dawson nonchalantly informed us that he had to trade Dyl for, Hayden and Claricee, two 2nd Graders for the rights to Eliza.<br />
I was laughing so hard, but Dyl just kept chewing and agreeing, as if the trading and bartering for women was a regular conversation at our dinner table.<br />
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Dyl finally spoke up and confessed that he still thought she was cute, but he was happy with their trade. Dave reminded him that Hayden was actually related, but Dyl was back to his dinner, and Dawson was rambling about his 27 girl friends, but Eliza is the very top of the list. We live in a small enough town, I hope this doesn't become a pattern when they get older.Linseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13781163513822039474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791899961769311070.post-56886297607745832492018-04-27T19:17:00.000-07:002018-04-27T19:17:55.373-07:00Mark had posed the question- Why do we do this? <br />
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I was practically raised by my grandmother, and then became her primary caregiver after a stroke a couple of years ago. She was on Hospice for a short while, and although we didn't have a particularly grand experience or connection with the company providing the care. The experience of her death changed me dramatically, and gave me the desire to help others have something to hold on to that was positive and special.<br />
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I wrote this post on my own blog not long after her death, but long before I had worked through my grief enough, to be in a position to be able to help others. This was written just before Christmas two years ago.<br />
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I went to the cemetery today for the first time since Gram's funeral. I am not really the kind of person that thinks that the deceased hang out in the cemetery. After my Gramps died, I made several trips a month with Gram, to make sure his grave site was taken care of. I would always pause and think of him. Not like an image of him hovering over the headstone, delighted that I had placed fresh flowers on a slab of concrete with his name; more of a pause to think of his soft hands and twinkly blue eyes, of him teaching me to swear correctly and with emphasis, or the incessant teasing he could provide. Then I would hop back in the car and on to the other several graves that needed tending to.<br />
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I have always preferred to think of my deceased loved ones, fishing "southern style" like you see on <em>Swamp People,</em> or haunting people who have scorned them. I never think of them wasting time in the cemetery. Maybe I am too clinical, but I've seen a dead body or two, or seventy-five, and the spirit doesn't seem too linger very long, at least in the ER, they may just be as anxious as I am to get out of there come quitting time. Stop me if this sounds like a Hallmark card.<br />
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Gram was a super freak (in the most endearing way) about tending the graves. We always covered multiple family members weekly, and many more who got the treatment on holidays. I remember a year that one of our Lake Powell trips happened over Memorial Day. When I mentioned that we wouldn't be coming home early to decorate the graves, it was devastation, despair, disgust, and a mutterance about pioneers. Basically the Gradma Kuber Ross stages of inflicting guilt.<br />
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The thought has entered my mind once or twice, since the funeral, that my Gram is going to expect me to keep her grave up, and she will probably drop in from time to time, just to patrol it. Several times after dropping Emma off at school, I have known that 2 hours would be the perfect amount of time to fly to Heber, drop some flowers, have a melt down, and fly back home, but I just couldn't do it. Part of me is holding on to the idea that she is still at home, waiting for me to have a day off so we could get our maximum allotments of coupons at Walgreens, decorate graves, split an Arby's sandwhich, and say horrible things about the neighbor across the street that complimented Gram on her new teeth .(some people have no tact, and this perfectly innocent lady just drives my Gram nuts)<br />
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What I wouldn't give for one more day to hang with her. <br />
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The last day of her life, my Mom called about noon and said that Gram wasn't responding. Having just spent the night there, I thought my mom was being dramatic, but I was instantly filled with dread, AND hope, that this could be the day she was free. As we loaded up the Hoodlums, and headed to Heber, everything seemed so surreal. It was a beautiful day, and as I entered Gram's bedroom it was very obvious that her death was imminent. <br />
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We spent the afternoon at Gram's bedside, neighbors and family members filing about the room, staying just a few minutes to share a story about Gram. I watched the blinds above her head move with the wind and felt so comforted by the sound of the aluminum tinking against the window frame, a noise that I had long listened to as a child sleeping in the room across the hall. I looked out the window that she had added specially to their house, when my parents built theirs next door, in order to be able to see what we were at all times. I thought of all those times in my life that she had kept track of me. When my parents were out of town, and she didn't recognize the car in the driveway, I got a call. When I was out playing basketball in the driveway, she hollered "Nice shot" from the window. When Dave and I were renting the basement as newlyweds, she would watch for our cars to pull in and then give us a call to come and get some food.<br />
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Watching her now tiny frame in the bed, I was moved to remember the many times I spent next to her there. From my childhood naps, snuggled tightly between my grandparents, my legs between my Gramp's shins, and my back pressed tight against my Gram, a veritable granddaughter sandwich; to my late teenage years, flopped on the bed, whining about whatever mishap was currently affecting me. That same bed became a welcome rest when Dr. Phil became popular, and Gram and I would lay there after a nap and watch him "tell people like it was." She liked him because he was a straight shooter, I liked him, because he got Gram all fired up. When my babies started to come along, we moved the Dr. Phil party out to the living room so they could nap in the drawer she cleared out of the old bureau.<br />
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I was so grateful that the Hoodlums got to have Gram in their life, and they were very comfortable with her death as well. All through the afternoon, they would come back into the bedroom, and climb right up on the bed to rub her hand or give her a hug. Emma kept the mood light, by popping in and asking if "Gram was dead yet?" I can't even begin to say how thankful I am for the knowledge I have of what lies beyond this life, and the comfort and excitement I had for her on this last day.<br />
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Before we knew it, the neighbors and family were all gone, and it was the last light of day. My Mom and I sat on either side of the bed, hand in hand with Gram. We talked softly until her breathing changed, and then I stroked her face softly and assured her that she could go. In the most incredible moment I have ever experienced, she was gone, and I was forever changed.<br />
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Six weeks later I wish for that same feeling everyday. I miss her so much, and didn't realize how much of my time was really spent with her, or thinking/worrying about her. I don't really know what to do with myself. Twice, I have had full blown meltdowns in Smiths, once when a checker asked me where my Gram was that day, and the next time when one offered their condolences. <br />
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Most recently, while Dave and I were eating coconut shrimp, I lost it, when out of the blue I remembered spending most of Christmas Eve one year, peeling and deveining shrimp, for our annual Fondue night with Gram and Gramps. I was pregnant at the time, and became so disenchanted with the shrimp process, I couldn't eat a one, by the time the party rolled around. They have spent Christmas in our home for the last 8 years, and I can't even imagine what this year will be like without them.<br />
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I thought that our roles had reversed in the last several months, and that I was taking care of her, but clearly I see now that she has always taken care of me. Looking at her grave today, it was a mess, just like me. There is still no grass where she is laid, the headstone is not settled, and there are no beautiful flowers to honor such an amazing couple. She would never had stood for such neglect, or let me wallow this long, for something that is really actually wonderful.<br />
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Linseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13781163513822039474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791899961769311070.post-14826720546977748532011-08-17T12:58:00.000-07:002012-02-13T20:25:33.821-08:00Wednesday in Vegas<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The kids thought they would hide my dad's hat and sunglasses..</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We have such a fun time together.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Linseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13781163513822039474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791899961769311070.post-35726981387052836982011-08-16T12:49:00.000-07:002012-02-13T20:18:00.571-08:00Vegas-Deu<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What do you do in Vegas in August. Holy hot, you live in the pool!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My dad and I are very similair in a lot of ways. For example, if we aren't invited to be in a picture, we might as well ruin it.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thank goodness for grandparents and stamina. Kids can swim all day long.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Uh huh. He didn't get invited into the picture.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This little fish loves the water, and is a pretty dang good swimmer. Fearless for sure. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Love him.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Girls and dads, pretty awesome.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What sign right behind us that says, 'No food or drink'?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nana! Doesn't love the water, but absolutely adores the Hoodlums.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our annual Daybell family vacay! Vegas is the perfect spot for us to all converge, and this year we had a sweet little baby to love on. Jeff and Mall had their first baby, Maddy, and she is such a doll!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dawson took right to Maddy, so I had to make due with holding baby Dyl.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The kids are so happy to be reunited with Grannpa Ranny. He encourages them to be as naughty as they want when he is around. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is Uncle Tony being led through the casino. When we first got to the hotel, my dad told the kids not to call him grandpa around people, especially hot babes. He was "Uncle Tony." Well, we were sitting in the hot tub with lots of strangers when Dawson said really loud, "Hey Uncle Tony, tell us again about the time you saved all those starving children who were stranded on that burning bus." Without missing a beat, my dad spins a ridiculous tale of lies and grandeur. Dyl then says, "Was that the same time that they gave you that medal?" My dad can tell such stories without even blinking, it is hilarious.<br />
The above picture happened as we were trying to exit a casino after lunch. "Uncle Tony" had been blinded on one of his adventures and Dyl had to lead him out of the building, all while my Dad recounted his heroisms.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I am not sure how Dyl dares to ride Uncle Tony, but I guess he is holding on tight. I absolutely love vacationing and spending time with my family. There really never is a dull moment.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And there is six more days of fun!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We are really lucky to have such a close knit group of friends. We love to vacation together, and it doesn't even have to be somewhere exotic. We went up to Christmas Meadows for the weekend with the Atkinsons, Roses, Maxfields, and Stapletons. The boys had quite the time playing poker, playing with guns, wilderness golfing, searching for gold and making horrible bodily noises.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The girls......did the same, and loved it.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We had some wicked games of 'Dangling Balls' ( probably not the correct name, but we liked it all the same.)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We should know better than to participate in any kind of competition.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tent buddy. Britt and Mark just bought a two room tent. They invited us to bunk with them. It worked out really well until the last night when Dave and Mark had eaten their weight in dried mangos. I had never been woken from a deep sleep by a smell before..yuck.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Morning visitors.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Those of us camping in tents, and not trailers, went for an early morning hike. Not because it was beautiful, or we love nature, basically it was to damn cold and hard on the ground, not to get moving.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A little morning yoga.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cody had done some research on an old deserted ghost camp or something where he knew we would find gold. We hiked all day and saw a possible witch, but no gold.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We probably didn't find the gold, because the guys got so distracted in their rock throwing contest.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I wish I could post the OTHER pictures from this photo op. This is the only one where the boys were behaving.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Practicing for the day when I can pop a cap in someone's ass.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And of course, games, games, games, til the wee hours of the morning.<br />
It was a blast.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Linseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13781163513822039474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791899961769311070.post-67326977824664455922011-07-28T15:33:00.000-07:002012-02-13T19:47:22.332-08:00Alien Sleepover<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dyl and I had a sleepover at the doctors office. On the way down we got some of his favorite hot chocolate, and he mused aloud that he thought it would be pretty darn fun to be abducted by aliens. Once we got all set up for the tests, I told him that this was about as close as he might get. "Take a picture, so I can show everyone!"</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Linseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13781163513822039474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791899961769311070.post-23155095852551700692011-07-24T14:31:00.000-07:002012-02-13T19:44:32.751-08:00Pioneer Weekend<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We spent Pioneer weekend camping out with some of our best friends. Atkinsons, Roses, and Fraziers. It was a great time and it was decided, that it would become an annual event! Emma loved playing with Tea and Jake.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We had a great time playing with fireworks........until the forest ranger put a kabosh on that. "Haven't you seen any of the 1,000 posters that say, No Fireworks?"<br />
Uh, yes, we did and we ignored them.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He is such a hottie. So masculine, and not goofy at all.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Even in July the Oakley nights are brisk!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lots of kids to play with! They had a blast running around.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ems couldn't find a Marshmellow roaster and we didn't notice until it was thrust in the fire, that she had just stuck a couple of marshmellow on the end of one of our friends fishing poles.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The boys got skunked, not even a bite.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Linseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13781163513822039474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791899961769311070.post-75539329514097894472011-07-05T13:47:00.000-07:002011-12-31T14:52:34.606-08:00Good-bye Virginia<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We had a great time cooling off before we left the oppressive humidity of Virginia, at Bull Run Park.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I wish I could still control my Dad with my eyes and pout like Ems has mastered.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I wish I could still control Dave with my eyes and my pout, like Ems has mastered.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Atta girl!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We had such a great time on our vacation. It was awesome to see the kids again, but priceless for them to get to spend some quality time with Nana and Grampa Ranny. Can't wait til next year!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Linseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13781163513822039474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791899961769311070.post-83494423881527607752011-07-04T13:35:00.000-07:002011-12-31T14:46:21.491-08:00Happy 4th of July<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We started out our Independence Day with a long hike through the Turkey Trail.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Emma loves to stop and take pictures.....unless the rest of the family are in them too. This bridge was built by my little brother Will as an Eagle Project. It is nice and sturdy.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Dad helped a lot with the project too.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dave and I found this wilderness annomaly and took it as a sign of our love.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We separated from Dyl and my Dad, and when we met back up, Dyl had met with a terrible fate. He had scratched his twiggy little leg, and wasn't able to walk very well, until my Dad poured some special "healing" water over the wound. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It still didn't do the trick though, and Dyl hike the rest of the trail with the help of some crutches. His little calves had to be on fire from hopping for miles, but he wasn't giving up the schtick.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We were all pretty sympathetic for awhile....</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">But then it just got fricken' annoying.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As we were walking I said to Dave, "Check out that squirrel on the trail ahead of us." He replied, "Holy &%#$, look at that snake in front of the squirrel!" I don't know how I had missed it, because it was enormous. I sprinted way ahead to get Dawson who had lost patience with his crippled brother and brought him and Gramps back to check it out.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All the Hoodlums thought it was cool, and everyone was having fun until Dave "borrowed" Dyl's crutch to nudge the snake a bit. Dyl saw him do it and immediately went into hysterics. He wouldn't touch the crutch after that, and really let Dave have it, everything from "I needed that to walk" and "You don't care about my diabetes." It was very theatrical and entertaining.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eventually Dave found a suitable replacement, which was actually the original snake stick just thrown up the path aways and then "discovered" as we passed by.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Happy kids! Em, really just being herself, and Dyl extra tired from all the limping.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That night we went into Manassas for the fireworks and celebration. There was a country band playing, and by some Independence Day miracle, Dyl's scrape was healed and he danced the night away with Em. They were hilarious, especially when he was dipping her and trying to throw her around.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Watching fireworks from the cannons.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My little drama queen. Wonder where he gets it?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Back at the Pond</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Mom</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dawson tried to step in front of Emma for this picture. He won't do it again, she had him down on the picnic table begging for mercy.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hunting for frogs.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And released it.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">But not without thoroughly inspecting it first.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Linseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13781163513822039474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791899961769311070.post-65779054936373335892011-07-02T14:02:00.000-07:002011-12-31T14:13:55.280-08:00Time To Be Parents Again.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh the time flew by, but it was great to see the kids again. Dave and I flew out to Virginia to retrieve them, but not without a week long vacation at my parents house before we headed home!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dawson's favorite food is fish. My Dad finds and frequents the best places to eat wherever he goes. He decided that Daws just had to try Horace and Dickies in D.C. The only thing my Dad ever tells us about a restraurant is about the food, so when we pulled up to this garage in the projects and everyone got out but my mom, I asked her what she was doing, and she said, "Oh Honey, you don't park in a place like this."<br />
O.k., but should I let my outspoken children out in a place like this? We stood in a long, hot line, waiting to cram ourselves into this take-out only establishment. The other people in line were not friendly and not happy to see us there. Once we got to the doorway though, my dad hollered out, "Hey Big Momma!" to the mammoth women running the counter. She asked him for his order in front of all the people and then he paid and we got out of there. The boys were laughing because she kept calling them sugar. Dave and I were laughing because we were so glad we all made it out alive. <br />
This place doesn't have any prices listed, they just decide how much you pay when you get to the cashier. Thankfully we were with my Dad, because we got about 8 pieces of fish, the size of dinner plates, fries, some white bread and hot sauce for $6. I'm thinking, if Dave and I had happened upon this place by ourselves, it would have cost more, if they gave us any at all.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You might have thought we would be happy with all our fish, but that was mostly for Daws. The rest of us were holding out for Ben's Chili Bowl. We have been coming here since my parents moved East, 14 years ago. Once again, my dad is a favorite here and we love their half-smokes covered in onions and chili. This can be a very scary part of town to visit, especially if your dad picks you up at the airport after a red eye and decides you need a half-smoke at 3AM. Scary for sure, but always delicious.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ems had really grown up while away from us, she couldn't wait to show us how she had mastered the monkey bars.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We went on a crazy amount of hikes while in Virginia. There is no shortage of awesome trails!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Em and Dave trying to catch a frog, or a turtle</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, my parents wanted to take the kids back to Virgina for the rest of the summer, so it was just the two of us for Father's Day. We figured out how to entertain ourselves though. We spent the day leisurely golfing it away, it was a great day.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We were so sad though, luckily we still had each other.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The course and the day were beautiful. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I can't remember if we were still missing the kids by this hole....</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">but I don't think so.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We marked our balls so we could find them easily. Dave marked my balls for good luck. I marked his with special rewards, redeemable IF he got a hole in one.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of the many houses I hit on the golf course, this family came out on the porch and gave us the stink-eye, but seriously, if you build your house on a golf course.........deal.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">HAPPY FATHERS DAY.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Linseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13781163513822039474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791899961769311070.post-9798843713814589092011-06-15T19:27:00.000-07:002011-10-21T17:17:46.579-07:00Uncle Will...I Mean Elder DaybellMy baby brother is officially a missionary! I am so proud of him. He is going to the Mendoza, Argentina mission and we will miss him!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">See ya in two years!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Linseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13781163513822039474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791899961769311070.post-89724314344822457422011-06-11T14:36:00.000-07:002011-10-21T17:15:09.356-07:00The Reason Emma Wishes She Was Born A BoyEmma has been lamenting the day she was born a girl, ever since the announcement for this years Father/Son Camp out. I tried to excite her with a Girl Power Party, but she wanted to fish and play in the dirt, not get pampered and shop with her Mutha. I didn't take it personal, and we ended up having fun anyway. <br />
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Da Boyz, had a great time with their Dad.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This picture, perfectly sums up Dyl. I love it!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Good Night!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Linseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13781163513822039474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791899961769311070.post-49459659009673854412011-06-10T14:26:00.000-07:002011-10-21T17:22:55.261-07:00Happy Birthday Dyl!<div style="text-align: center;">Bug. Dyl-Pill. DylarDollar. Pill. BabyDyl.</div><br />
He turns 7 today, and he is just an incredible boy. Very creative, VERY funny, incredibly smart and so fun to be around. We all love him so very much. He is such a sweetheart!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And lots of hugs. He is a fantastic big brother.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And a phenomenal little brother. These two would be lost without each other.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I got this picture as a text message from Dave today with the following caption, to remind me of all our blessings.<br />
"Now I remember why we had children."<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Boo-yah! 1st place in the pinewood derby. He did everything but set the wheels on the car. He was super stoked!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Damn my camera, and it's illiterate owner. <br />
The Hoodlums really look forward to the weekend when they can have a sleepover in the toy room. I'm so glad they like to be with each other, and can spend a whole evening playing and laughing, and eventually passing out.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm lucky in that whenever I get to go on field trips with Emma, my BFF usually comes along too, with her daughter. My BFF, Britt is about as exact opposite as I am. She is more reserved, thinks before she speaks, is very easy to get along with, non-confrontational, funny, smart, and beautiful. She is quite the catch. She also has never had any trouble with the law, and infact has a Popo for a father. When I pulled into the completely empty lot and into this stall, she laughed at first, then stared me down until I moved. I'm lucky to have her. Em doesn't need her mother to go to jail while she is trying to field trip.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We hit up the aquarium for our field trip and had a great time.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dawson's field trip was to the Dinosaur Museum in Lehi. We also had a great time, although I prefer to drive my own car, with my own diet coke, my own music, and my own kids. I stopped growing in 6th grade and have always been tall, but I never remember being that squished into a bus seat in all my life. It's a small price to pay, to be able to go with him, and I will keep going until they decide I'm not cool anymore, which I thought would be way before today. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What a little stud. He is such a good hearted, good natured boy!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Easter Bunny scored with the dress even though it only has a touch of pink. We knew right away, because after she carefully inspected it, she held it up and said, "Boo-Yah"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We were lucky enough to have my Mom and Dad with us for Easter, since they were in town to pick up my brother from BYU.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We scared the holy livin' crap out of the kids Easter morning. My enormous baby brother happeded to have in possession a red body suit (I don't even want to know why). After the Hoodlums headed downstairs to get their goodies, we heard a rattle upstairs. Being the good, responsible parents that we are, we encouraged them to sneak back up the stairs to see if the Easter Bunny had gotten stuck in our house. They made it most of the way up the stairs before the afore mentioned baby brother came barreling down the hall in his suit growling and beating his chest.........It was really fun for the adults. We laughed for a long time, and eventually the Hoodlums joined in.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Emma needed a minute to warm up to Uncle Will.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I told the Boyz, they couldn't walk by me if they insisted on wearing the BYU garb, their Dad bought. They could stay several feet behind me, and call me Mrs. Broadbent, so that no one would know that we were related. It worked out really well.<br />
*Dyl has always cheered for the U, with me, but when Dave found these Jimmer jerseys, Dyl caved and said he wanted one. On the way home, Dave asked him how he thought I would take his switching teams. Dyl said, "She'll be okay with it, because she loves me."<br />
It's true.<br />
And there's always Emma's young impressionable mind.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Because I am a good mother, I agreed to take a picture with them, but those damn Y's both got captured too.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We met up with Kelly and her girls and had a great time.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh, dear. My kids are all such posers. They get that from Dave.</td></tr>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Since Dyl's Diabetes stuff last July, our family has gone through a complete change in eating habits. Dyl's glucose levels haven't had any spikes since then, I have dropped 65 pounds, Dawson and Emma have adjusted really well, and Dave................. is miserable.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He is an incredible example to the kids, puts on a happy face, and eats whatever whole food, high fiber, low sugar, healthy stuff that I make, but every once in a while, I get little reminders of how hard this is for him, and how much he misses his old life. See above.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This particular ploy may have worked, if when I heard the announcement for the scout drive, I hadn't turned right to him and expressed my relief in what to do with all our "white" food, Chef Boyardee, and other unhealthy pantry items, leftover from our pre-health issue life. (yes, I was planning on giving our unhealthy food to the poor. Judge me if you will.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He will thank me one day when he is a hundred and ten, and still kicking.</div>Linseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13781163513822039474noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791899961769311070.post-69860577295809014572011-03-29T13:23:00.000-07:002011-04-18T14:21:16.651-07:00Anne Frank Date<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>So I made a deal with my voracious 2nd grade reader. If he read the Diary of Anne Frank with me, I would take him on a date to see the play. I was a little nervous at first, due to the nature of the book and his age, but he is mature beyond his years, and loves to read about real life events.<br />
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We read together, every chance we got, and had some really great discussions. We talked about everything from how to treat people, respecting cultural and religious differences, how our attitude can influence our everyday life, and how to learn from the past. It was incredible, how much he processed and would be an active participant in our discussions, with his own thoughts and ideas.<br />
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We started our date off at his favorite place in the world, Red Lobster, where he moaned and groaned with every bite of salmon. He loves fish more than pretty much anything in the world, and had all the tables around us laughing. Besides reading way way above his level, he also eats that way too, and finished everything on his plate and half of mine too!<br />
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We got to the theater a little early and Dawson became engrossed with the piano player in the lobby. We stood on the balcony above him, and just watched his fingers fly over the keys. It was beautiful and great for Daws to see what could be, if he practices. The play was just under three hours, but we thoroughly enjoyed it. Dawson was so tired when we got in the car, but every so often when he would startle awake, he would say, "thanks so much, mom." <br />
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He's very welcome.<br />
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We did have one slight problem, the next Friday. His Power Hour teacher had challenged the class to read 30 chapter books in March, and then they would get a party. Well, because Daws and I were reading Anne Frank, he missed the 30 books by a couple, and had to spend the party in a separate room, writing a paper on how he could become a better reader.<br />
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Are you freaking kidding me? The other kids are reading these thin little beginner chapter books and he is reading literature, and being punished. <br />
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Lovely.Linseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13781163513822039474noreply@blogger.com0