tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16560683508362539102023-11-16T06:42:24.636-08:00Muckus.comKristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03563321593680473038noreply@blogger.comBlogger342125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656068350836253910.post-14219425719800674532014-02-14T14:35:00.000-08:002014-02-14T14:38:17.836-08:00Happy Valentines Day!I have always thought I was pretty indifferent to Valentines day, but this year I realized it is probably my favorite holiday. Not because of all the commercialized nonsense that makes people feel like they need to go into debt to prove their love, but because some of my favorite traditions happen around the holiday of love. They are cute and easy and small, but I love them.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Clockwise: The kids get heart streamers on their doorway and they usually stay up at least until the middle of march. Heart balloons from the dollar store. Flowers made from chocolate hearts. And of course our oldest tradition, decorating heart cakes. No one can remember when we first started doing this, but it's close to 30 years:)</td></tr>
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Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15576544832888616505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656068350836253910.post-4920366036255049472014-01-27T14:10:00.000-08:002014-02-15T15:30:44.768-08:00Jennifer Whitney Goodman <div style="text-align: center;">
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This beautiful lady went home on Thursday morning. Her funeral is today, but I couldn't go, so I will remember her here. I will always remember Jeni like the pictures above. Long curly blonde hair and a wonderful smile. She is one of my most favorite people ever. We've been friends since high school and we were able to be roommates in college. Jeni was always willing to see the best in every situation. In high school she was in a car accident and broke her back, but I never saw her use that as an excuse not to do something. I honestly can't remember a time when she complained about it. I'm sure she had her down times, but she did her very best to give her kids as normal a life as you can when going through cancer. She was an amazing mother. She had a cousin, Rachel, who was also her best friend and she was killed in a car accident on her way home from helping Jeni during her first go around with chemo. I know there is a a lot of family welcoming Jeni home but I think the most joyous reunion happening in Heaven is between Jeni and Rachel. I feel so blessed that I was able to visit with her a couple of months ago. As sad as I am that she is no longer on this earth, and as hateful as I think cancer is, I am so thankful to know she is free from the pain her limited earthly body and with our Heavenly Father again. I love you Jeni.</div>
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Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15576544832888616505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656068350836253910.post-71008751904162236172014-01-20T10:21:00.000-08:002014-02-14T13:46:34.582-08:00Guest room re-doDecorating our new home has been painfully slow. Living on a budget is only fun when the credit card bill comes;) Chris gave me a Home Depot gift certificate for Christmas so I decided to tackle the guest room. Why waste my money on a room we rarely use you ask? Well it was kind of dark, didn't have a very good paint job, and I hated looking at it. Also I have such a hard time making a decision on paint colors so if it didn't work out I could close the door and try to forget about it. I chose Benjamin Moore Stonington Gray, color matched at Home Depot. I really like it. The room seems so much brighter and cleaner. I love to look at it and I have lots of ideas of things I can't wait to add.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I thought I had a better before picture (like always). This is one Chris took mainly to see the floor, but it works.</td></tr>
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Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15576544832888616505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656068350836253910.post-47185931972733285412014-01-09T13:20:00.000-08:002014-02-14T13:41:10.988-08:00Chris 41.0Chris is a sweetheart and takes the day off for my birthday, but he won't do it for his own. He doesn't really like much of a fuss, which makes us a good match because neither do I. I made his favorite dinner and cake, but he had scouts and the girls had mutual so it was a small celebration. I sure love this guy!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The kids love to tell Chris how old he is all the time. I didn't have any candles so we recycled the ones form his 39th birthday. It seemed fitting:) He got that lovely lamp from his favorite holiday movie from Megan and Lindsay. He's acquiring quite a collection of Christmas Story merch. Chris will probably be mad that I posted that sleeping picture but it was too funny to me. His nose is the only thing you can see in his cocoon:)</td></tr>
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Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15576544832888616505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656068350836253910.post-28144804139410674412014-01-04T13:40:00.000-08:002014-02-14T13:41:10.984-08:00New Years on the StripWe had a great new years eve with family where I made the goal to take more pictures, then didn't take any. Whatever, that's how I roll. We decided that most of the new years eve crazies on the strip would be to hungover to come out the next day so it would be a good time to go out there. I don't like to go to the strip very often so it's funny to me how much it has changed since the last time I was there. I'm not sure when the characters started showing up, but there are a lot now. We didn't get any pictures with them , because I'm not willing to tip for that, but it was actually kind of fun.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Top: Coca-cola world has a taste from around the world tray for only $7. You get 16 little cups with flavors from different countries. Some of them were really nasty, but it was really cool.<br />Bottom: 3-D movie at M&M world. House built out of chocolate at the Bellagio gardens. The Coke bear.</td></tr>
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Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15576544832888616505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656068350836253910.post-51337172716884464352013-12-30T13:11:00.000-08:002014-02-14T13:41:10.990-08:00Christmas 2014<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;">I love how Santa wraps his presents for our house these days!</td></tr>
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We had a really low key Christmas this year <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(wait do I say that every year?)</span> which was really good because I was feeling really stressed out. Christmas Eve the kids got their pajamas <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(probably my favorite tradition, I love pj's!)</span> As per usual Christmas morning started extremely early. I think Chris, being the trickster he is, may have conspired with Santa this year. The last present the kids opened was a Wii-U, something Dalin has been asking for almost everyday for over a year. The excitement was short lived, because when the kids opened the Wii-U box it was full of lotion. Santa was trying to be tricky, but he also showed some kindness because after some investigating the kids found that the Wii-U was already set up and ready to play. Silly Santa! We went to my parents house for breakfast and more presents. My grandma Haynes was visiting and it was really nice to have her there. We decided to have Christmas dinner by ourselves, but I didn't want to cook. I figured we could find some Chinese restaurant that was open <span style="font-size: x-small;">(you know like in the Christmas Story movie) </span>but no. We ended up going to Buffalo Wild Wings. Not to fancy, but we have fun when we are together:) MERRY CHRISTMAS!Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15576544832888616505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656068350836253910.post-65172537456151019232013-12-11T13:55:00.000-08:002014-02-14T13:57:02.058-08:00We're Crazy Like ThatI found an organization called smiles change lives that works with local orthodontists to offer braces at a huge discount. I sent in applications for Kaylee and Ashton, and part of the application asked for several up close pictures of their teeth. Our dentist was kind enough to loan us a cheek retractor so we could get better pictures and it was so funny we all had to give it a try. Do you remember Two Face from the batman cartoons? It looked a lot like that. Hilarious, and slightly crazy! Don't worry, we thoroughly washed and disinfected it before it got passed to the next person.<br />
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Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15576544832888616505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656068350836253910.post-5781906801939275872013-12-05T13:30:00.000-08:002014-02-14T13:41:10.995-08:00Shark Reef Field TripDalin has had more field trips at this school than all of my did kids last year combined. Lucky! I got to be a chaperon and it was lots of fun.<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;">Top: There is a diver in the tank behind Dalin. Wearing a chain mail glove. Ready to feed the sharks?<br />Bottom: Petting the stingrays...or trying. Dalin was afraid to look away to get his picture taken. He didn't want those things to sneak up on him.</td></tr>
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Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15576544832888616505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656068350836253910.post-53188910044737200042013-12-04T12:56:00.000-08:002014-02-20T20:57:31.611-08:00A Few Projects (or paint is my friend)<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;">After. I painted the bathroom at our last house this color and I LOVE it! I extra love it because I had enough left from when I used it at the old house to paint the entire kids bathroom. It's Behr's Coastal Mist from Home Depot (it's the bottom left picture). Paired with white it feels like a spa to me. My dad and I (ok mostly my dad) built the shelf for the towels. I don't love the shelf over the toilet but it came with the house and will be replaced one day. So did the bronze shower hooks. I'm trying to decide if I want to paint them silver.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I found this stool on the curb (yes a fancy way to say somebody's trash). I used Rustoleum oil rubbed bronze spray paint for the frame and reupholstered the seat. My kids are little worried that my next step is dumpster diving If the results are this good, why not? LOVE IT! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> I was itching for a project but it needed to be cheap-o. These chairs came with the house and spray paint is my friend. This color is currently my favorite. I have lots of projects I would love to make this color. Chris isn't so sure.</td></tr>
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<br />Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15576544832888616505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656068350836253910.post-42324441014282944882013-11-29T11:50:00.000-08:002014-02-14T13:41:10.986-08:00What a difference a couple months makesYou know that dog we got? Yeah, Ferb <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(I hate that name) </span>that's the one. I had myself convinced that he was only going to be like ten pounds. I mean he was only 3.5 pounds when we got him at two months old so that was a completely reasonable thought right? Well now he's closer to 15 and still growing. I know, I know that is still small, just not as small as I was hoping. He's figured out how to win Aiden over. Any time Aiden comes close to him, Ferb will roll over on his back so Aiden will give him tummy rubs. I'm thinking he's going to be closer to the 20 pound range. He's still really well behaved and cute, I guess we can keep him.<br />
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Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15576544832888616505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656068350836253910.post-343779861377178152013-11-26T12:31:00.000-08:002014-02-15T15:29:53.237-08:00Bittersweet reunionI had an awesome time in college. My grades might say I had a little too much fun, but whatever. A few weeks ago I found out that one of my dear sweet roommate Jeni has cancer for the third time. I believe she was only 28 the first time she was diagnosed with breast cancer. She had two children but after she finished her treatment they felt like their family wasn't complete and they wanted another child. They decided to go the adoption route because with cancer treatments her body had been through they didn't think Jeni would be able to get pregnant. Then they had their miracle baby. She was beautiful and amazing. Shortly after she was born Jeni was told she had cancer for a second time. She made it through a double mastectomy, cancer treatments and breast reconstruction surgeries like a champion. She really is amazing. But the cancer is back and has spread to her liver. They started a treatment plan but it wasn't working so Jeni and her family have decided to let this stupid disease take its course. The roommates that were close enough decided to get together for a visit <span style="font-size: x-small;">(we really missed you Sarah!)</span>. I really have an awesome husband because when I found out the news he went into action to make the trip happen. I couldn't really talk about it without sobbing so he took care phone calls and arranging everything. He had taken Friday off for our anniversary, but he didn't even hesitate to give that up to drive to Utah with me. I know, I got a good one. We met up with Shauna and Natalie for lunch <span style="font-size: x-small;">(who came from Idaho)</span> to catch up and get some crying out of the way so we wouldn't be sobbing for the entirety of our visit with Jeni. I thought we would spend most of our visit with Jeni lying down but she got up, gave us a tour of her home and visited at the kitchen table for a goo hour before she had to lie down. She looked really good. We visited for about four hours and I was really worried we were wearing her out and she was just to nice to kick us out but later she wrote on her blog ,<br />
<i>"<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.790000915527344px;">My wonderful college roommates came and we talked forever. I started to fall asleep while they were talking. It reminded me of staying up late talking in college and the same thing would happen."</span></i><br />
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Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15576544832888616505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656068350836253910.post-57293072231899947692013-11-08T09:42:00.000-08:002014-01-07T19:33:28.446-08:00Halloween 2013Poor Dalin, when the other kids were his age I was totally gung-ho when it came to Halloween and making costumes. I would spend up to a month getting everything made. Now I can hardly be bothered and it makes me cranky. I mean what happened to the days where you put on some dirty clothes and called yourself a hobo? I love how my kids think that I can create what ever costume they can think up <span style="font-size: x-small;">(or do I?)</span> So less than a week before Halloween I begrudgingly started these costumes. Lucky for my kids I really like how they turned out and a few years of experience have made costume making less frustrating so I may be willing to to it all again next year. There is a neighborhood close by that goes all out for Halloween and Chris wanted to check it out. It was like a street party! The street was blocked off and there were cars parked up to a half mile down the road. The kids spent the bulk of their time waiting in line for snow cones, but they had a lot of fun.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">*Aiden wanted to be a castle so he could connect his bucket to the drawbridge then dump the candy into a bag hidden inside the castle. People would then see his empty bucket and feel bad for him and give him extra candy. It was a good plan in theory, but I wasn't willing to figure out how to connect the bucket so the plan fell apart.</span><br />
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<br />Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15576544832888616505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656068350836253910.post-75699845818409869642013-10-16T17:24:00.000-07:002013-11-14T15:55:39.443-08:00TeethDalin has been walking around with these Euro-teeth for about three weeks now and we finally got them out! Hooray! Unfortunately I only got a picture of the first one that came out. At least you can actually see the hole this time. When he lost his first two teeth the big teeth had already completely grown in.<br />
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<br />Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15576544832888616505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656068350836253910.post-13720826860398778032013-09-18T15:24:00.000-07:002013-11-12T15:41:35.415-08:00Aiden turns 11<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In honor of our favorite 11 year old, here are 11 of my favorite things about Aiden<div>
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3. He loves building things</div>
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4. He loves origami</div>
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5. He spent most of the summer watching Steve Spangler science projects</div>
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6. He is an awesome fan (have you seen him cheer for a team or performance? Awsome!)</div>
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7. Even though he <i>DID NOT</i> want to get a dog he's been really good about dealing with it</div>
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8. He is a great student (his teachers love him)</div>
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11. He always tries his best!</div>
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIDDO!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now that he is 11 he is officially a Boy Scout. Even better, Chris is one of the leaders!</td></tr>
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Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15576544832888616505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656068350836253910.post-45594564601586564412013-09-07T15:09:00.000-07:002013-11-12T15:09:30.216-08:00Somebody loves us, and cookie FridayAs a "good job for making it through the first week of school" I decided to start a cookie Friday tradition. Pretty much exactly what it sounds like...we have cookies on Fridays:) It's been a fun tradition so far and gives me a reason to try all those Pinterest recipes I have. Also we got a sweet surprise from our super special cousins! <br />
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<br />Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15576544832888616505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656068350836253910.post-41301183654439050222013-08-28T14:31:00.000-07:002020-05-24T22:13:55.861-07:00First day of school 2013<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
I know I've said this already, but this move has been pretty emotionally tough for our kids so <b><i>no one</i></b> was looking forward to the first day of school. But everyone got up and ready without any hassle<span style="font-size: x-small;"> (day two was a different story) </span>Kaylee was even up and ready to get to 6:00 am seminary on time. It was rough for me too. I'm pretty sure I didn't have seminary on the first day when I was in high school. One day down only 177 to go.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I didn't get a picture of Kaylee on the first day <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(*see 6am seminary)</span><span style="font-size: x-small;"> but trust me she is attending;)</span></td></tr>
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<br />Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15576544832888616505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656068350836253910.post-74652252268874755142013-08-06T13:55:00.000-07:002013-11-12T14:25:31.441-08:00Haynes ReunionI am really blessed to live so close to most of my family and sometimes I forget that my mom has spent most of her adult life living far away from hers. I think the last time a majority of my mom's side of the family was together was for my grandpa's funeral six years ago. My cousin Tiffany started the wheels of a reunion in motion and it all came to fruition this past weekend. I wasn't sure we would be able to make it but I am so glad we did. We started Friday night by meeting at a park for cookies, kickball and catching up. Then Saturday was filled with memories, pictures with grandma, a rock wall, bounce house, water slide, swimming, water rockets and a small program. Tiffany did a fantastic job!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Memory Lane" Some old clothes that belonged to my mom and her siblings. It was such a cute way to display the memories, and for my grand ma to clean out her storage;)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After church we visited the Provo temple. My parents were married here, and I used to work across the street at the MTC bookstore when I was in college. It was fun to see the excitement of the missionaries spending the sabbath on the grounds:)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We had dinner with Uncle Jeff, Aunt MaryLou, Josh, Jason and Austin at a water park. Jeff was kind enough to challenge the kids to make it across the water part of the park while balancing a cup on their head.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dalin's pants got pretty wet while we were at the park so Austin let us put them in the dryer and let him borrow these shorts. It was a picture to send to Chris, the ultimate BYU fan.</td></tr>
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Like I said before, our kids have had a really hard time with this move. They have also been asking to get a dog for a really long time. They would beg to go to the pet store so they could play with the puppies. My excuse before was that our house was to small for any sort of animals. With almost twice the space Chris decided that was no longer a valid excuse. He found a dog through petfinder.com that was going to be up for adoption at a local Petsmart, but when he called the lady told him there was a lot of interest in this particular dog so if he wanted it he would have to get there early. The adoptions started at 11 am and I don't know if he forgot or if he just thought he had no chance <span style="font-size: x-small;">(especially because I was still pretty much against it)</span> but he and Ashton didn't go over until about 2:00. The dog was still there and after playing with him for about 30 min, he texted me a picture and told me to come over and see him. I was pretty sure we couldn't afford it and I wasn't going to give in, but I loaded up the rest of the kids to go see the dog. Kaylee was in love the second she saw the dog and I was sunk! Aiden is even more opposed to a dog than I am, but we both got overruled. I'm calling him our therapy dog because so far he has helped our really sad kids <span style="font-size: x-small;">(except for Aiden, he spends most of his day hopping from couch to couch so the dog can't touch him. Poor kid) </span>He was found with his brother and the adoption place named them Phineas and Ferb. We got Ferb and I wanted to change his name <span style="font-size: x-small;">(because as my mom pointed out he shouldn't have to live with pound name)</span> but I got outvoted so Ferb it is. I don't know if it was sad or scared, probably both, but his first night home it actually sounded like he was crying most of the night. He's sleeping in a crate so we don't have to worry about accidents, so Chris ended up sleeping on the floor next to the crate to help comfort the dog and take him outside <span style="font-size: x-small;">(several times)</span> to do his business. I spent more than my fair share of nights awake with babies so it was fun to see Chris have his turn...kind of;)</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The adoption people told us he was a stray and they think he is a mix of yorkie and shih tzu. He's about eight weeks old, and okay even I will admit he is stinkin cute.</td></tr>
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Our house has always been small, which was fine when the kids were small, but they refused to stop growing and the house wasn't growing along with them. We've been looking for a new place for over a year and finally we found one! Chris and I are very happy,<span style="font-size: x-small;">(it's almost twice the size of our last house)</span> the kids on the other hand feel as though we've ruined their lives. We tried really hard to find something in our area <span style="font-size: x-small;">(I'm serious when I say we looked for a year)</span> but we ended up about ten miles south. It is still in Henderson, but a different ward, different stake and different schools. It has been a really hard adjustment, but we're still working on it. Speaking of working on things, we've actually been living here for a couple of months but I wanted to wait until I had decorated a little before I put up pictures buuut, buying a house takes mucho dinero! There is a very slim budget for decor so fancy shmancy pictures will have to wait. Luckily for us the house is in really good shape <span style="font-size: x-small;">(just not my preferred color scheme) </span>so it's ok to leave it how it is for a while. Through the power <span style="font-size: x-small;">(and inexpensiveness)</span> of paint spray I have been able to make a couple of small changes. It's not much, but I kind of love it. Chris thinks my new mantra of "I can paint that" is amusing, but it's really kind of amazing the difference paint can make:)</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm pretty sure these light fixtures were originally oil rubbed bronze, but after years of weather they looked pink. I washed them down, cleaned the glass and gave them a couple of coats of oil rubbed bronze spray paint. They look brand new and I love them!</td></tr>
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<span style="text-align: left;">You all know Dalin loves watermelon, and lucky for him he has a summer birthday so he usually gets a watermelon "cake". I found this way to fancy it up a little and it looked like it could actually be cake. I only had strawberries on hand and he doesn't like almonds so it's not a fancy as the the picture, but it was a hit.</span></div>
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When Chris saw I was doing a post about pinterest he requested I add this recipe. It is his FAV-O-RITE and he requests it for dinner weekly. They are delicious but unfortunately for him when I made it for his birthday I was sick. Now it reminds me how blah I felt and it's hard for me to want to make them anymore.</div>
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My family thought they were tasty (well the ones that will try stuff) but I wish they were a little crispier. It calls for diced chicken, but I had some ground turkey and figured it would be faster. The recipe says you can fry them, which would help with the crispiness but not so much with the healthy.</div>
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This is probably my favorite pin ever! This is my <b>actual</b> floor. I was amazed at the results of this idea. Just spray the cleaner on your grout lines then let it sit for a few minutes, scrub, then wipe it off with a wet cloth or mop. I used a toothbrush and also <span style="text-align: center;">a scrub brush on a pole so I didn't have to bend over. The toothbrush fits just right in the grout lines so the results were much better, but they both worked great We recently had an estimate for professional grout cleaning and it was about $350. The can of Woolite...less than $5 and the results were better. It sprays out in a stream, perfect for the grout line. Make sure you shake it once and a while to keep the spray foamy. We have maybe 300 sq ft of tile and I used 1 1/2 cans to clean it all. And the Woolite smells good too. I will admit that I don't know if this grout had been pre-treated with anything but I'm on week two after cleaning and it still looks great.</span><br />
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Chris loves to travel, and he's always up for an adventure so when his sister needed someone to drive her car to Oregon, he quickly volunteered. I have always wanted to see Oregon, and I like to hang out with Chris so I decided to tag along. His sister and her husband paid for the gas, hotel and flight home so it was like a free mini vacation. Aaaand it was still less expensive then if they had hired some one to do it. It was a long drive, but Chris is good at driving and I am good at staying awake and thinking of stuff to talk to Chris about to keep him awake. We had one day to hang out with Lindsay and her family and be tourists. I think the thing Chris was looking forward to the most was visiting the food trucks. He is a food truck fan and there are a few spots where several of them" park"<span style="font-size: x-small;"> (as in stay there all the time and don't drive around and use the truck feature of their food truck)</span>.<span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span>I couldn't believe it but Chris only ended up getting stuff from three places! He might be losing his edge. It was really short but a lot of fun!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The rose garden was beautiful. It was pretty hot <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(for Portland)</span> while we were there so the flowers were a little wilty, but it was still so pretty</td></tr>
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<br />Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15576544832888616505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656068350836253910.post-77781088741521889822013-06-20T16:26:00.000-07:002013-07-06T10:48:44.450-07:00Old Mormon FortI really don't want to be held hostage by the heat this summer so I'm trying to find things for us to do. Chris works across the street from the Old Mormon Fort, but we have never been. I decided to remedy that and we took a little field trip. It was more like an hour thing rather than all day, but it was interesting. The Mormons who came lasted less than two years before they left due to heat and discontent but they paved the way for others to settle the area and the beginnings of, well, much more than the Las Vegas strip.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My grandma used to make us line up according to age for pictures. It makes me laugh when my kids just do it on their own</td></tr>
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<br />Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15576544832888616505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656068350836253910.post-43073015771026753592013-06-15T16:00:00.000-07:002013-07-06T10:45:50.157-07:00And Kaylee is 14!It's interesting to have my oldest and my youngest's birthdays just a few days apart. All of their birthdays kind of hit me hard. With Kaylee everything is a first time and with Dalin it's the last. Either way I feel old:) Kaylee's birthday started out much the same as Dalin's, Chris and I being greeted by a little bum shaking. For those of you who know Kaylee you may know that she is <strike>obsessed with</strike> very interested in Dr. Who. This was a very Whovian birthday for sure. She started with some family gifts which included Dr. Who t-shirt, converse, tardis cookie jar and her door decorated to look like a tardis. She then went for a hair cut and style to look fabulous for her birthday lunch with friends. After much laughing and eating she and said friends wandered the mall for a while before coming back to our house to "hang out". (<span style="font-size: x-small;">14 year olds do not have play dates.)</span><br />
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Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15576544832888616505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656068350836253910.post-81116304411063612842013-06-11T15:38:00.000-07:002013-07-06T10:44:36.861-07:00Dalin is 7!We have this unspoken rule<span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"> (or maybe it's been spoken often and loudly)</span> about birthdays and holidays. Do not wake mom and dad up before 7:00. <i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Yes Christmas is the exception</span></i>. Dalin followed this rule for his birthday, but he <i>and</i> Kaylee were up early enough to make a plan that included some booty shaking when Chris and I came out in the morning. Dalin is a great kid and of all our children his personality is the most like Chris. I think that might be why he had to come last, to give his siblings, or most likely his mom, a fighting chance. He started with presents in the morning, then a play date and lunch with his bestie cousin Scott, then ended with a birthday celebration for all the June birthday's in my family. <br />
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Food: Watermelon<br />
Restaurant: McDonalds<br />
Movie: Despicable Me 2<br />
Show: Gravity Falls<br />
Toy: Magnets/ Legos<br />
Place: The pool<br />
Thing to do at school: Recess<br />
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<br />Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15576544832888616505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656068350836253910.post-6573910144156789752013-06-03T15:24:00.000-07:002020-05-24T22:49:29.611-07:00Concerts, Assemblies, Awards oh my!Because I have super fantastic kids<span style="font-size: x-small;"> (yes I'm totally bragging...and I'd do it again) </span>the end of the school year requires a lot of supportive appearances on my part as a parent. I kind of love that they really do their best and it's even better for them when they get recognized for it.<br />
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<b>May 16:</b> Ashton's final band concert. She played percussion so she got to do the drum, snare drum and bells <span style="font-size: x-small;">(I call it a xylophone but I am not the professional)</span> I know I took video but I can't find it. I'll have to post it later. She also got and award for being a great math student, but that was a luncheon during school so no pictures:(<br />
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<b>May 21</b>: Kaylee's final middle school orchestra concert. She has really loved orchestra. Again there's a video...somewhere<br />
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<b>May 29(am): </b>Dalin had kind of a tough year that included a lot of changes, but it worked out for the best because he ended up with this marvelous teacher Mrs. Rodda. I kinda wish Dalin could have her for the rest of his life. It probably wouldn't help his issues with change, but I might be willing to risk it. This was her first year teaching at Treem but she had a parent volunteer that helped in her class whose child had Mrs. Rodda last year at a different school. That's how great she is, she has a following. Anyway he received the super citizen <i style="font-size: small;">(or something like that) </i>and his improvement was awesome and I am so proud of him.<br />
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<b>May 29 (pm):</b><span style="font-size: small;"> Eighth grade awards. I didn't have a very good angle to get pictures of Kaylee actually accepting any of the awards, but she dun good! Even better is her group of friends cleaned up on awards as well. It's nice to know she's hanging out with some good kids.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With Mrs. Bennett. I know Kaylee looks like she's trying to get away but Mrs. Bennett is totally her favorite middle school teacher.</td></tr>
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<b>May 30: </b>Aiden cleaned up at his awards assembly! I think he ended up with seven awards. He was involved in almost everything Treem had to offer this year and he loved it. We've also really loved his teacher Mrs. Smead. She's a teacher we wanted for all of our kids. She was Kaylee's 5th grade teacher and we wanted Ashton to have her too but she moved to fourth grade that year:( Luckily we picked her back up with Aiden and she is still as wonderful as ever! It was a great year for Aiden<br />
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