tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16133822537109798862024-02-20T00:35:09.186-07:00The AlvordsLaura Alvordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326695263884555009noreply@blogger.comBlogger81125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613382253710979886.post-41653489129917347282010-06-21T19:58:00.005-06:002010-06-21T20:05:03.333-06:00Larry Melvin NielsenMy Grandpa passed away this past a little over a week ago. I loved him so much and will miss him greatly. I am so grateful that I got to see him at least every other week at Sunday dinner. He was always a wonderful Grandpa to me. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOJ0Qu7tjOR3D3yywMIJZd6NVuO_VWaL3a8uGft-gXT3YCEnldbE6YFzHj7z4dtugXi5RA22wE_c5rWMJW3k19LGinzyXvyOxe4maE7roAbSl7SwD2Gppo9WZx_d03kGgquPpoD7Kul1U/s1600/0000588220-01-1_185555.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOJ0Qu7tjOR3D3yywMIJZd6NVuO_VWaL3a8uGft-gXT3YCEnldbE6YFzHj7z4dtugXi5RA22wE_c5rWMJW3k19LGinzyXvyOxe4maE7roAbSl7SwD2Gppo9WZx_d03kGgquPpoD7Kul1U/s400/0000588220-01-1_185555.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485412723182001618" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX4JhSGH7WvWLMm_SqkeyRmpFP94RuCPteZovhK1P8d-Y_paDrPUFHfU6TGCD-vh6J3BaJ3fJ2GYpxcaYPNndyvs6QHEiXHlJFBqLsMZBbEzKtAvVvnUpDfW1eP00zfSFnTzHNmLHWHjU/s1600/099.JPG"><span id="ctl00_ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ContentPlaceHolder1_ObituaryTile" class="ObitsTile" style="min-width: 200px; display: inline-block; width: 615px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" >Larry Melvin Nielsen 1936 ~ 2010 Larry Melvin Nielsen, age 74, passed away June 12, 2010 surrounded by his loving family. Larry was a long awaited and much loved baby born to Melvin and Lila Nielsen on January 14, 1936 in Logan, Utah. He grew up in College Ward and graduated from South Cache High School, where he played football and was a member of the band. After high school, he joined the Army Reserves. He married his eternal companion Donna Isaacson on July 26, 1957, solemnized in the Logan Temple. Together they raised seven children. He was a General Contractor and could build and fix anything. After retirement he was a shuttle bus operator at the SLC Airport. "Big Larr" was a gentle giant. Although people thought he was quiet, his family knew otherwise. He had a great sense of humor. He loved his family, his temple calling, playing on the computer, the Sizzler, Mountain Dew, BYU and his dog "Poops". He is survived by his cherished wife of 54 years, Donna; and his seven children, Shanna (John) Avila, Diane (Bart) Fitzgerald, Kellie (Tate) Jorgensen, Lynette (Mark) Higley, Lori (Mike) Brussock, Kimberly (Roger) Winder and Bret Nielsen. He was a loving grandfather to 21 grandchildren and 15 great-grandchildren. Preceded in death by his parents and sister Lois. Larry was an excellent example in how to live a good life. He will be greatly missed. Funeral services at the River Ridge 3rd Ward, 1244 West Chavez Dr. (9700 S.) on June 18, 2010 at 11:00 a.m., viewing Thursday from 6-8 p.m. at Jenkins-Soffe South Valley, 1007 South Jordan Parkway (10600 S.) and one hour prior to the services at the church. Interment Logan City Cemetery at 2:00 p.m. </span></a><br /></div>Laura Alvordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326695263884555009noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613382253710979886.post-27041863057148506222010-06-21T19:41:00.004-06:002010-06-21T19:58:01.234-06:00Maci's Blessing Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlL6ACHgKITyt-cVM_vqAhWGvg3rBJVlJz01rUjQoQLw2Wgut48yxrwpCNzLSvTxlYPA1MDHIYP3h_6S8cImp8AGfhyphenhyphen4megW6J_9F27CwyEJ9Irx_N6-JUo-Q-NM2k2ufCQ8OlDD00rMg/s1600/maci's+blessing+064.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlL6ACHgKITyt-cVM_vqAhWGvg3rBJVlJz01rUjQoQLw2Wgut48yxrwpCNzLSvTxlYPA1MDHIYP3h_6S8cImp8AGfhyphenhyphen4megW6J_9F27CwyEJ9Irx_N6-JUo-Q-NM2k2ufCQ8OlDD00rMg/s400/maci's+blessing+064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485410328812355298" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivcvXZTABSGE6hGW4YLzzMGXqUgVr2a0PUlbQbS2OIVLJyklLrkhpVXnLGdOJrq_QvAVAd5bD3GLrk2SIJP3prlUKS1qbKhuNPj5C-eYkHdym7jQCCF20WdtQ1zto7uarknqUI2J_9X6g/s1600/maci's+blessing+036.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivcvXZTABSGE6hGW4YLzzMGXqUgVr2a0PUlbQbS2OIVLJyklLrkhpVXnLGdOJrq_QvAVAd5bD3GLrk2SIJP3prlUKS1qbKhuNPj5C-eYkHdym7jQCCF20WdtQ1zto7uarknqUI2J_9X6g/s400/maci's+blessing+036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485410316237118930" border="0" /></a><br />On June 6<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Maci</span> was blessed. It was a wonderful blessing given by Dave and it focused on her being a good friend to others and choosing her friends wisely. There were so many members of our family there to support us. The priesthood holders who were in the circle were Grandpa Mark, Grandpa Lynn, Great Grandpa Nielsen, Uncle Brian, Uncle Jim, Uncle Brett, and Uncle Tate. A funny thing about the blessing which I want to record is an experience with my Grandpa Nielsen. I tried really hard to let everyone who we wanted to be in the circle know that they were invited. I didn't even think to tell my Grandpa because I thought that it was kind of a given. When it came time for everyone to go up to the front my Grandpa was kind of looking around like he didn't know if he should go. I motioned for him to go and he had to hoof it up to the front as the circle was slowly closing in without him. I remember thinking that it was funny that he barely made it. I am so happy that he did because he passed away the next Saturday, June 12<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span>. I am so grateful that he was able to be a part of all three of my kids' blessings.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinXp7XbQxdJi8M1vYvtVhZldqu_9v8pvPRQLaKov7WSaXGu96m5RsAyS0aF-i3zdrbDQk3Wsi1Hdl6mQ9iSDT_3iTRvNfLg5K9omKPCh2-6YQv0hpX-4Xr0xMbHo3svN2001v9oObqXOc/s1600/096.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinXp7XbQxdJi8M1vYvtVhZldqu_9v8pvPRQLaKov7WSaXGu96m5RsAyS0aF-i3zdrbDQk3Wsi1Hdl6mQ9iSDT_3iTRvNfLg5K9omKPCh2-6YQv0hpX-4Xr0xMbHo3svN2001v9oObqXOc/s400/096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485410297901179170" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX4JhSGH7WvWLMm_SqkeyRmpFP94RuCPteZovhK1P8d-Y_paDrPUFHfU6TGCD-vh6J3BaJ3fJ2GYpxcaYPNndyvs6QHEiXHlJFBqLsMZBbEzKtAvVvnUpDfW1eP00zfSFnTzHNmLHWHjU/s1600/099.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX4JhSGH7WvWLMm_SqkeyRmpFP94RuCPteZovhK1P8d-Y_paDrPUFHfU6TGCD-vh6J3BaJ3fJ2GYpxcaYPNndyvs6QHEiXHlJFBqLsMZBbEzKtAvVvnUpDfW1eP00zfSFnTzHNmLHWHjU/s400/099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485410977568531778" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQSaAyuosnZXPglaYRe62CSFsufBr66YYcWX7aFa04DFe5GKRGlvJOlJJ7oII9XuW0TXeiIVyFbHa8unMHbeWlFwu_GTnEY21vYQAOmj_M2Pl_cjF2XI00uRGZgKjjWWljFoB3TrbJ1-s/s1600/100.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQSaAyuosnZXPglaYRe62CSFsufBr66YYcWX7aFa04DFe5GKRGlvJOlJJ7oII9XuW0TXeiIVyFbHa8unMHbeWlFwu_GTnEY21vYQAOmj_M2Pl_cjF2XI00uRGZgKjjWWljFoB3TrbJ1-s/s400/100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485410988055406018" border="0" /></a><br />We had a great day filled with family and fun afterwards. My mom has a tradition that she buys her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">grandkids</span> their blessing outfits. When we went to get Will's outfit, we saw the most beautiful "wedding dress" blessing dress. It was still there when we went to get a dress for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Maci</span>. She looked so beautiful! My brother even said that for a second, he thought he might be ready to have a baby of his own. He did say that it only lasted for a second though. We had a great day!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCfaa6uhxcRO9G04DdV0j1CMadYDI9linGFfV0ZdEXojmr2GxW7lG7nOX54heK_ML2kVqqi9Grn9NJzqJFr_k1sFSbJd0sa0dW0oIMdZkvJ0xfrMULUQRFLPfxu7HWeH7n-HhxU2rFHlw/s1600/maci's+blessing+038.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCfaa6uhxcRO9G04DdV0j1CMadYDI9linGFfV0ZdEXojmr2GxW7lG7nOX54heK_ML2kVqqi9Grn9NJzqJFr_k1sFSbJd0sa0dW0oIMdZkvJ0xfrMULUQRFLPfxu7HWeH7n-HhxU2rFHlw/s400/maci's+blessing+038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485410320381401762" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdG5jei7G1Y9mWyblDyQDtRo_XOqIi0xQiazCn32_Wsqv4UvCVk0ZaATNEp9IAnLIPPtxAiJ_KY6JXSV4AJ5WnpRovkv029yX3dtdqOfwtSm4hJSLfJMnmB_gmUVw35NMMxKq2-Ey9gIY/s1600/maci's+blessing+028.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdG5jei7G1Y9mWyblDyQDtRo_XOqIi0xQiazCn32_Wsqv4UvCVk0ZaATNEp9IAnLIPPtxAiJ_KY6JXSV4AJ5WnpRovkv029yX3dtdqOfwtSm4hJSLfJMnmB_gmUVw35NMMxKq2-Ey9gIY/s400/maci's+blessing+028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485410305036383746" border="0" /></a>Laura Alvordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326695263884555009noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613382253710979886.post-4380575544484348122010-05-07T11:04:00.002-06:002010-05-07T11:10:44.571-06:00Maci Marie is 5 Weeks Old<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZUvXdQofk6vtbAWgBaKey8KrGPltprc33TZuNlri1gycKM9TLUO-Ltqm7mQFiZpWHOgru7Fa_EyVV4om14RPy7cL7hF6twpUY9Xiq5H_L193nV7aiy59fUfrkN8Kg2VlHpx8WC2XDk70/s1600/Maci+2-5+weeks+old+084.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZUvXdQofk6vtbAWgBaKey8KrGPltprc33TZuNlri1gycKM9TLUO-Ltqm7mQFiZpWHOgru7Fa_EyVV4om14RPy7cL7hF6twpUY9Xiq5H_L193nV7aiy59fUfrkN8Kg2VlHpx8WC2XDk70/s400/Maci+2-5+weeks+old+084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468575376401232514" border="0" /></a><br />We have sure loved the past 5 weeks in our house. Our little baby is such an angel. She really only gets fussy in the evenings. She sleeps a lot and does pretty well in the night. She has a little trouble burping and sometimes gets a little upset that I can't get those bubbles out, but that will hopefully get better soon. She is such a sweetheart and we all love her so much.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoXoycIMKostn_89lqqDqvxhGF5cUJ6hnlYPGuH-MrtNcWophLkqFB0T5p_0HP-_4WrbnDY4GNajJ3NMREjKhXvgLv_cdkFCfveIrmmzMQqnNc9i4no34fkFSpMg4KfuumjIgob_Wq5Y4/s1600/Maci+2-5+weeks+old+009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoXoycIMKostn_89lqqDqvxhGF5cUJ6hnlYPGuH-MrtNcWophLkqFB0T5p_0HP-_4WrbnDY4GNajJ3NMREjKhXvgLv_cdkFCfveIrmmzMQqnNc9i4no34fkFSpMg4KfuumjIgob_Wq5Y4/s400/Maci+2-5+weeks+old+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468575474075586818" border="0" /></a>Big Brother loves to give Maci kisses. He says, "Hold it." and it very gentle with her. <br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0mLkznfxPzhMWZn782KED9jdtWspPWFqC1mjbb2sNPvm1u62Vj-Tx99tsCEZmxsqLlsQy4Iir2UIwvjqqob1f3WOOWqo4AS4RcTZXt-WaN6iOOgUPbLAESXawM1NmOuxwWXgz7np2Fkw/s1600/Maci+2-5+weeks+old+054.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0mLkznfxPzhMWZn782KED9jdtWspPWFqC1mjbb2sNPvm1u62Vj-Tx99tsCEZmxsqLlsQy4Iir2UIwvjqqob1f3WOOWqo4AS4RcTZXt-WaN6iOOgUPbLAESXawM1NmOuxwWXgz7np2Fkw/s400/Maci+2-5+weeks+old+054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468575372085569762" border="0" /></a>Big Sister is a little obsessed with baby Maci. She does this thing called "cuddling" where she closes her eyes and rubs her face on Maci's face. It's pretty sweet except that's what she does to my parent's dog, Bubba, too. <br /></div>Laura Alvordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326695263884555009noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613382253710979886.post-65748903763596063822010-05-07T10:53:00.003-06:002010-05-07T11:04:28.667-06:00While the Cat's Away...My little mouse WILL play. Lately it seems like all that I do is feed Maci. Will has been taking full advantage of this time to cause a little mischief. When I first came home from the hospital I was in my room feeding the baby and I could hear this pinging noise. I kept calling for Will to come and see me and all he would say was, "Yeah?" whenever I would call him. When I was done feeding I went into the kitchen to find Will playing with an opened bottle of percoset. I was freaking out, not knowing if he had eaten any or not...when he saw me he tried to hand me one saying, "Candy." I called Dave at work and he told me to try and get him to eat another one to see if he would. He said that he didn't think he took any because they taste so nasty. I tried to give him one and he opened his mouth right up. I called poison control and they told me to watch him and if he started to act drunk then I needed to call 911. That kind of advice is definitely not very reassuring, but he never acted drunk so I assume he never ate any. Lately, he hasn't been doing anything as naughty, but he still is into trouble nonetheless.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-np6qOfiW3u3BtdYyHe2j_TD9H76S_-3FNNlu6ZWVa3x3N9FjHYreFUBGrYjvb7Cf9u6YoCYAOvYKsl9BxuLzzcqOSYsvbOSCRxRREobRIcxRMuooRHelaSQQGTYawmrI9nQxOFTPXHY/s1600/Maci+2-5+weeks+old+011.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-np6qOfiW3u3BtdYyHe2j_TD9H76S_-3FNNlu6ZWVa3x3N9FjHYreFUBGrYjvb7Cf9u6YoCYAOvYKsl9BxuLzzcqOSYsvbOSCRxRREobRIcxRMuooRHelaSQQGTYawmrI9nQxOFTPXHY/s400/Maci+2-5+weeks+old+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468574231292292738" border="0" /></a>My neighbor brought some dinner over the other day and with it came this giant cookie bar. I had it on the counter and Gus found it. I came out to find him lounging in Maci's bouncy seat eating away. <br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSchnjA1fz1eCfHSPNPWjsXs5CkIKhve0TFOLl5VVrXqw2qUwHpCCu-J94mIMA_1qSov0C0RDUhXmuoR-jgiQLe8DqxEHd71FXsaRh4noMYpMSdrllUXGltnAVKPdB6lv-y5WkTJCHbm8/s1600/Maci+2-5+weeks+old+012.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSchnjA1fz1eCfHSPNPWjsXs5CkIKhve0TFOLl5VVrXqw2qUwHpCCu-J94mIMA_1qSov0C0RDUhXmuoR-jgiQLe8DqxEHd71FXsaRh4noMYpMSdrllUXGltnAVKPdB6lv-y5WkTJCHbm8/s400/Maci+2-5+weeks+old+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468574241411308146" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Will secretly got a hold of some of my mascara and proceeded to paint his face, tummy, hands, the couch, etc. with it. They then brought a bike inside and rode back and forth from the kitchen to my room. <br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnucoTOZZb8FL1t3Rm9pT31Jnl7ULBlqXIq9EvOuJPy84hyF468oaSlXoxSRzPmnMHAxgHoFLfg2-TOFMgJH_IIj7eL8nOar7Xxlkhl3iyglYT0tex1jXvDML8nMoOe4DIHbXJqMgNgTw/s1600/Maci+2-5+weeks+old+014.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnucoTOZZb8FL1t3Rm9pT31Jnl7ULBlqXIq9EvOuJPy84hyF468oaSlXoxSRzPmnMHAxgHoFLfg2-TOFMgJH_IIj7eL8nOar7Xxlkhl3iyglYT0tex1jXvDML8nMoOe4DIHbXJqMgNgTw/s400/Maci+2-5+weeks+old+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468574249227049890" border="0" /></a>Laura Alvordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326695263884555009noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613382253710979886.post-36341431470904296592010-04-22T18:15:00.003-06:002010-04-22T18:23:04.916-06:00Introducing...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQwr2aSyLvM3NpLCefjITOcrhE2SzfAXBvq7WU6TTNYM1-Q0mtTJMfcMtajDUdc_bwNcYmeWcey6BFdBBcvGjTcMfIpjl9JUgVIuJXfZWlf9glFjMTcjIe_geNwLcdnb8SAA7NtBMj_ko/s1600/maci+newborn+yw+activities+185.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQwr2aSyLvM3NpLCefjITOcrhE2SzfAXBvq7WU6TTNYM1-Q0mtTJMfcMtajDUdc_bwNcYmeWcey6BFdBBcvGjTcMfIpjl9JUgVIuJXfZWlf9glFjMTcjIe_geNwLcdnb8SAA7NtBMj_ko/s400/maci+newborn+yw+activities+185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463121353912113826" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">MACI MARIE ALVORD<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Born on April 2, 2010<br />Weighing 7 lbs 2 oz<br />19 1/2 inches long<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8kp_tOCJBjUIS9vArIZWC3jUXMUZooc8-drNCh8XBE1MmViKrwS4-EfqTjEGyMo3JALTA6-FY4RUt8erBz-SrzRQDZjlPbdMUHX-kp6wNoUuFGnq6qIYcw051vMUsYR8WcfIDVOjkj5w/s1600/maci+newborn+yw+activities+067.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8kp_tOCJBjUIS9vArIZWC3jUXMUZooc8-drNCh8XBE1MmViKrwS4-EfqTjEGyMo3JALTA6-FY4RUt8erBz-SrzRQDZjlPbdMUHX-kp6wNoUuFGnq6qIYcw051vMUsYR8WcfIDVOjkj5w/s400/maci+newborn+yw+activities+067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463121334230767250" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZXwvbIzlNuBsC49AN4nKMW24d39jyxieQUnqm8NWxA7_wtQzyUsXsMC9HH6GvWbWgatz6NzeGkGkEGzICdYWUTUk9cex0tIKPLbcBrQPWEg-ofBwos2BBLa0T0T-xG4IT9zUrsnJtZvc/s1600/maci+newborn+yw+activities+074.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZXwvbIzlNuBsC49AN4nKMW24d39jyxieQUnqm8NWxA7_wtQzyUsXsMC9HH6GvWbWgatz6NzeGkGkEGzICdYWUTUk9cex0tIKPLbcBrQPWEg-ofBwos2BBLa0T0T-xG4IT9zUrsnJtZvc/s400/maci+newborn+yw+activities+074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463121344040724098" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6pmh02ifxMjfWC4jr8LqfRBHeaQt-nThpx4z0DfMGdUxxXeiNxcaubqlXYGXRi8HMuU12SiAdd7bpd81FdpSCuZ0JGsjeYol06KHETzjBdkLmdanLPzrp8ra5pn2wiqZNMLUYpisnOq8/s1600/maci+newborn+yw+activities+201.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6pmh02ifxMjfWC4jr8LqfRBHeaQt-nThpx4z0DfMGdUxxXeiNxcaubqlXYGXRi8HMuU12SiAdd7bpd81FdpSCuZ0JGsjeYol06KHETzjBdkLmdanLPzrp8ra5pn2wiqZNMLUYpisnOq8/s400/maci+newborn+yw+activities+201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463121363048108306" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLRqbzjuwMAbtJWkjcJTm4Rs9v2KCOM0qNBiEtwZl3anJRNjI_c8f0Fdg4bFw4TnSFnq9dGOGoe_0enzwwddMSJL6gWQqfaQo8NP_IxTDsCXZBmdAFtGjRdMfsF9ISn0duxHCwAPC71X0/s1600/maci+newborn+yw+activities+099.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLRqbzjuwMAbtJWkjcJTm4Rs9v2KCOM0qNBiEtwZl3anJRNjI_c8f0Fdg4bFw4TnSFnq9dGOGoe_0enzwwddMSJL6gWQqfaQo8NP_IxTDsCXZBmdAFtGjRdMfsF9ISn0duxHCwAPC71X0/s400/maci+newborn+yw+activities+099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463121349084915042" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2mSXLSxe2IVX41V13u5S5A4APGn0HMeqxl0o6_hQFfZTd2vXdnRbKcJGE79m4K9830dkqdNU6hGTvjjLpQOy-JNV8rFOMhILUTr8wnY-dXj7cLbtHnMFD3Hg5NlF6FMxtbWopixwjTTM/s1600/maci+newborn+yw+activities+088.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2mSXLSxe2IVX41V13u5S5A4APGn0HMeqxl0o6_hQFfZTd2vXdnRbKcJGE79m4K9830dkqdNU6hGTvjjLpQOy-JNV8rFOMhILUTr8wnY-dXj7cLbtHnMFD3Hg5NlF6FMxtbWopixwjTTM/s400/maci+newborn+yw+activities+088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463121779090440194" border="0" /></a></div>Laura Alvordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326695263884555009noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613382253710979886.post-22855892123085912362010-04-22T18:04:00.003-06:002010-04-22T18:15:12.067-06:00Happy Easter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Kr6wljoJXVj6tRUkyfg0EXnQSHyj54qzFWNr0oSkNHr4gLFh2VarrIMDuRUiUBKL4IWJ_gLcr3Rq1rtjUI2oBVbxkAG0XD0za2Ua7RHDsX_u5n7UjgeUpa0T8Bv9Nll3IHoyNNJCP6Q/s1600/maci+newborn+yw+activities+045.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Kr6wljoJXVj6tRUkyfg0EXnQSHyj54qzFWNr0oSkNHr4gLFh2VarrIMDuRUiUBKL4IWJ_gLcr3Rq1rtjUI2oBVbxkAG0XD0za2Ua7RHDsX_u5n7UjgeUpa0T8Bv9Nll3IHoyNNJCP6Q/s400/maci+newborn+yw+activities+045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463119548956871586" border="0" /></a><br />This Easter came and went and I thought I would at least post a picture of my cute kids. Maci and I came home from the hospital on Easter so I don't have any pictures of what the Easter Bunny brought, but he did come by. The kids were very excited about what he brought them and were extremely hopped up on sugar when I came home. We dyed eggs for family night a couple of weeks before Easter and we all had a lot of fun (Dave especially got really into it) until Will broke all of our eggs. Maybe we'll have better luck next year.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhffrHmjn2wPvj0N382_4b6PiItFy6aW8H30iI5meiYstQqqXccweO-0aMqbWUEQFUoYNEIOdLvTW5QMxTQzOzhtTvtnZu-I11CEJQ-73MvPe_LXY9d0Y9Qy0Zky00-TO2LNhk_lJ4Kedw/s1600/March+2010+052.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhffrHmjn2wPvj0N382_4b6PiItFy6aW8H30iI5meiYstQqqXccweO-0aMqbWUEQFUoYNEIOdLvTW5QMxTQzOzhtTvtnZu-I11CEJQ-73MvPe_LXY9d0Y9Qy0Zky00-TO2LNhk_lJ4Kedw/s400/March+2010+052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463119536606574050" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9mxjwUGNjbZK_iJBJ-2lbYzF7xZ6Nb0FNw2otbe2JiIAJv8tcVwm-3oMOojpon4anUVijlQWE4CmINQTmyNzrq1cFgntTURG6RsYHwLCBAJonhMsoIKEAOtS9h5MPA9Hhv5oQ9t41pz0/s1600/March+2010+047.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9mxjwUGNjbZK_iJBJ-2lbYzF7xZ6Nb0FNw2otbe2JiIAJv8tcVwm-3oMOojpon4anUVijlQWE4CmINQTmyNzrq1cFgntTURG6RsYHwLCBAJonhMsoIKEAOtS9h5MPA9Hhv5oQ9t41pz0/s400/March+2010+047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463119522390419618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5CTyCYPyE8b_PPz_rGzHVwrumPxBv9BdW_qA0w5jl0TtY8ZxiM6Cy7XMdlMD66Lh4HzoFV8ln_ZgW0tH_fvlpQI_NEwuwdtORI3v8_ivkRlYaWVYs0sXZG7N7mSkJyGKNhcwNSNjGkAQ/s1600/March+2010+049.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5CTyCYPyE8b_PPz_rGzHVwrumPxBv9BdW_qA0w5jl0TtY8ZxiM6Cy7XMdlMD66Lh4HzoFV8ln_ZgW0tH_fvlpQI_NEwuwdtORI3v8_ivkRlYaWVYs0sXZG7N7mSkJyGKNhcwNSNjGkAQ/s400/March+2010+049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463119529352287458" border="0" /></a>Laura Alvordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326695263884555009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613382253710979886.post-89367551007079105542010-04-22T12:44:00.002-06:002010-04-22T18:04:10.601-06:00Hey Big Boy!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizjdOuw0RnVydxDA5HmQMMVB8W5iQPZMiQEILNp_PoqKL5YnH3QcwaWpG2ROJB0GBKAw5yhgLGkb6PRTY-TaBjTliTfwpczRk9WzqPG4eNjACOzwoqwPMQmotgPzIkPd83mkoDVlP7nK4/s1600/maci+newborn+yw+activities+002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizjdOuw0RnVydxDA5HmQMMVB8W5iQPZMiQEILNp_PoqKL5YnH3QcwaWpG2ROJB0GBKAw5yhgLGkb6PRTY-TaBjTliTfwpczRk9WzqPG4eNjACOzwoqwPMQmotgPzIkPd83mkoDVlP7nK4/s400/maci+newborn+yw+activities+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463116778116198402" border="0" /></a><br />On March 27th, our little guy turned 2 years old. I can't believe how fast time has flown by. I was about to have baby #3 when his b-day came around so we didn't do anything too fancy. We went swimming at the SJ Rec Center with our family. It was a lot of fun! We had a lot of family come and quite a few swim too.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigcRd0-MJijgbnoUxdGE0iTak0gw-KYkIckRd7sjUKn9VJ48DSZ78w8WcMq8RphYpOCJGiCytIFCLR3sQsv6Cpe7SGzuIDwHRHRQPnD0SDeG0oFcHixkcNGAfcR_J3QKtO9Y5JA2N8A_k/s1600/maci+newborn+yw+activities+219.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigcRd0-MJijgbnoUxdGE0iTak0gw-KYkIckRd7sjUKn9VJ48DSZ78w8WcMq8RphYpOCJGiCytIFCLR3sQsv6Cpe7SGzuIDwHRHRQPnD0SDeG0oFcHixkcNGAfcR_J3QKtO9Y5JA2N8A_k/s400/maci+newborn+yw+activities+219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463116791997262674" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Will is such a joy to have in our family. Right now he loves trains and cars. He loves Cocoa Krispies and CANDY (he is crazy about it just like his dad). He seems to know if something is candy by its wrapper. He does get confused sometimes and brings me a tampon saying, "Candy mommy," begging me to open it for him. He can speak pretty well but sometimes it's only mom who understands him. His little skinny body has changed a lot just since he turned two. He looks a lot more like a boy now. We love him so much. Happy Birthday Gus!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIvZGOXZhzUD4n6cfpWZKETlh09hbCCMY7L6mXjWw9FEFgqfNVpflEr3Oz1CiXERLJNUNOcdH7IM3Y2AEj7RCuwyahHImx-rA3q96OQbG-7v7cXJ9Xss9iT0a84Y65eEicr5_-0RBbuaI/s1600/maci+newborn+yw+activities+164.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIvZGOXZhzUD4n6cfpWZKETlh09hbCCMY7L6mXjWw9FEFgqfNVpflEr3Oz1CiXERLJNUNOcdH7IM3Y2AEj7RCuwyahHImx-rA3q96OQbG-7v7cXJ9Xss9iT0a84Y65eEicr5_-0RBbuaI/s400/maci+newborn+yw+activities+164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463116786315912690" border="0" /></a>Laura Alvordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326695263884555009noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613382253710979886.post-31792789294766937262010-02-08T15:11:00.012-07:002010-02-23T16:45:28.757-07:00Disney World is the Happiest place on Earth!For Christmas, Dave surprised us with a family trip to Disney World. Will is still under two and gets to fly free and he had a lot of sky miles so we got to go to Florida for even less than it would have been to go to Disneyland. When we left I was 30 weeks so I was a little nervous that I would be so tired and wouldn't be able to walk around as much as everyone wanted to, but I actually felt really good and had a great time. Two nights before we left Will cried the entire night (in pain). I had just gotten over a terrible cold and Meg was getting over it too but Will had just become infected. I took both of the kids to the Dr the day before we left and they both had DOUBLE EAR INFECTIONS. The Dr thought that they would be feeling okay after taking a couple of doses of antibiotics so we left. Will was terribly sick and grouchy the entire time, all except the last day. He has never been that mean before. It was awful! Meg was a complete angel and had the greatest time. Dave and I had a lot of fun too, but wished that Will would have been feeling well because it could have been even more fun. When we came home we were all bummed to be home and can't stop talking about our trip. We can't wait to go back. Dave says in three years, but we'll see if he can wait that long.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimfs0tLgubEkBfzhtg-wLK-ETxLEvcmvIyGGofXLj4DMMcf1yvCNSUZXPgrNppdLjf0RCsjF0aIVU7l_1Z3I5AVP8kauCfX8KptFL8ECJGDlx-G6MHVvvAIIGeQDFIH3YNrV4JmMrQ8JQ/s1600-h/Disneyworld+2010+150.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimfs0tLgubEkBfzhtg-wLK-ETxLEvcmvIyGGofXLj4DMMcf1yvCNSUZXPgrNppdLjf0RCsjF0aIVU7l_1Z3I5AVP8kauCfX8KptFL8ECJGDlx-G6MHVvvAIIGeQDFIH3YNrV4JmMrQ8JQ/s400/Disneyworld+2010+150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439333341620499714" border="0" /></a>The kids loved the tea cups...this was the last day when Will finally started to feel better.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzTlpwerGDSoM6KWzy0nR2KSTmKL4AyWe4Adbb_yJEMfVs-KVeS_iDaqpovo6GHjbkfy1OXMQGHheTHlmjkAZnwmP0OOrWefPBgs10Zh8-XKrb9yDUYjFURyqowBNf_wfCY2e4yAGZcX4/s1600-h/Disneyworld+2010+092.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzTlpwerGDSoM6KWzy0nR2KSTmKL4AyWe4Adbb_yJEMfVs-KVeS_iDaqpovo6GHjbkfy1OXMQGHheTHlmjkAZnwmP0OOrWefPBgs10Zh8-XKrb9yDUYjFURyqowBNf_wfCY2e4yAGZcX4/s400/Disneyworld+2010+092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439332750826138098" border="0" /></a>We took Meg to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bibbidi</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Bobbidi</span> Boutique to get her hair fixed like Cinderella. She loved it. She got to pick her hairstyle, got her nails painted, her makeup done and left with a big bag of princess loot. Daddy bought her a magic wand and she was so happy.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDxFdk-nceTIWz7GJ-TtsIZXYEQSpqCTvVR2bYIlWVVXTX_ofzlXlsVbEqUTJZFFZgHuhbfyNkPswFxmPEGKkdhHKmFDYkh1yPvZIUQpqPTTCaKRwj9hV7XOWuVNNGXx5040p4NYjgA7c/s1600-h/Disneyworld+2010+097.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDxFdk-nceTIWz7GJ-TtsIZXYEQSpqCTvVR2bYIlWVVXTX_ofzlXlsVbEqUTJZFFZgHuhbfyNkPswFxmPEGKkdhHKmFDYkh1yPvZIUQpqPTTCaKRwj9hV7XOWuVNNGXx5040p4NYjgA7c/s400/Disneyworld+2010+097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439332763803205522" border="0" /></a>The rest of the day she acted so weird. We couldn't figure out what was wrong with her. People would try to talk to her to tell her she looked pretty or would just say, "Hi, Princess!" and she acted so prim and proper. We finally figured out that she was trying to act like a real princess. It was hilarious. She finally got loud and crazy (her normal self) towards the end of the night.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtsIl-s6zEP0Id3Lx7ZWoPbwOJin0g4h6LdbMsBUafCcWGtxgjx6sPrbo3zry6iVdTcazCvRbCCO0B3E8Ix0KdB3aj0G9Ic_feXfTkbgk-8cS2ZW07DYSCYFMydVja-_r1Vlm4yNwscrA/s1600-h/Disneyworld+2010+111.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtsIl-s6zEP0Id3Lx7ZWoPbwOJin0g4h6LdbMsBUafCcWGtxgjx6sPrbo3zry6iVdTcazCvRbCCO0B3E8Ix0KdB3aj0G9Ic_feXfTkbgk-8cS2ZW07DYSCYFMydVja-_r1Vlm4yNwscrA/s400/Disneyworld+2010+111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439332769185605250" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ7Y1nvDKYorbsxWkeb-e4mamW28J2rDhRO5Q0A_SgChS5AkUQOBHQAYpDpTz-C80IcLod1g0225gDVJgd7DyHLomg-OyUiBrgXpBgD904A3qZm7GA_GW-VrU_tYFuC4OrHknmmQ44Suc/s1600-h/Disneyworld+2010+130.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ7Y1nvDKYorbsxWkeb-e4mamW28J2rDhRO5Q0A_SgChS5AkUQOBHQAYpDpTz-C80IcLod1g0225gDVJgd7DyHLomg-OyUiBrgXpBgD904A3qZm7GA_GW-VrU_tYFuC4OrHknmmQ44Suc/s400/Disneyworld+2010+130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439333324730693186" border="0" /></a>Meg looked forward to meeting Cinderella the ENTIRE TIME we were in Florida. We finally were able to track her down the evening of our last night there (thank goodness). She was in heaven! Megan says that Cinderella is her favorite princess because "she has yellow hair just like me".<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpZEpqeaxsjWcvIoxPiOjvIZ6l8Y_7fJvlgSLryEmR9UoRqsrwTjM7iDG7cLeV2FpGkpzy7WNsHP2q0f0t0oR5YI2HbsVvqtIpUk3dnmHVJlAtQbovdGXD9dgsmt_lhskICF89dEGslJI/s1600-h/Disneyworld+2010+148.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpZEpqeaxsjWcvIoxPiOjvIZ6l8Y_7fJvlgSLryEmR9UoRqsrwTjM7iDG7cLeV2FpGkpzy7WNsHP2q0f0t0oR5YI2HbsVvqtIpUk3dnmHVJlAtQbovdGXD9dgsmt_lhskICF89dEGslJI/s400/Disneyworld+2010+148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439333330337338450" border="0" /></a>Our happy little guy finally joined us. He had a great time the last half of our last day. His favorite things to do was to ride the train that takes you all around the Magic Kingdom. It was fun to see him so excited.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgcI5FJ4G6JQinPzvi69AF2joPQvfxzn9GaOZWY1Xy2J9EVrM0giTxCBcoUJweu8BvjCbqX1klexW2MH-Q5NEV1sI2OurCV0De1oRgBNKvdRaezZj87g3-Kdth70OsZsuKBtk_ksax7Io/s1600-h/Disneyworld+2010+087.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgcI5FJ4G6JQinPzvi69AF2joPQvfxzn9GaOZWY1Xy2J9EVrM0giTxCBcoUJweu8BvjCbqX1klexW2MH-Q5NEV1sI2OurCV0De1oRgBNKvdRaezZj87g3-Kdth70OsZsuKBtk_ksax7Io/s400/Disneyworld+2010+087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439332743032307154" border="0" /></a>This picture is one that we will be able to black mail Megan with one day. For some reason she started to do this really weird smile and did it almost the whole time we were on our trip. This pic is one of the worst. Pocahontas told her to "Smile big!" and this is what she got. I could barely stop laughing long enough to take the picture.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLlTqP7PNUrKN0D4m2eN5doDM9RErfYUzm_q5yk4-yLZH-XAn5soUaVlRLR5uMTCMVubk1jSJ0KaZ5TviL1O6ldUPJd-GwOBjLN8pNUlkuvEOSqJO33cJdOOYJO1on7ShHHplXV2H7sDE/s1600-h/Disneyworld+2010+069.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLlTqP7PNUrKN0D4m2eN5doDM9RErfYUzm_q5yk4-yLZH-XAn5soUaVlRLR5uMTCMVubk1jSJ0KaZ5TviL1O6ldUPJd-GwOBjLN8pNUlkuvEOSqJO33cJdOOYJO1on7ShHHplXV2H7sDE/s400/Disneyworld+2010+069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439332739059898402" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8B6Xt5mYCHguAQTzZcqcKO7_fNtsDhQSg_zg1yeEdjld6-rWy7d0XjDBY3yJ8jb_FUrSrtRrWFzMa9r_ncG9xokNpzk4ABZikInPi7cBBTcNU8P0V7fvMa5f44SKnjk8IaaCL1RvHE5A/s1600-h/Disneyworld+2010+062.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8B6Xt5mYCHguAQTzZcqcKO7_fNtsDhQSg_zg1yeEdjld6-rWy7d0XjDBY3yJ8jb_FUrSrtRrWFzMa9r_ncG9xokNpzk4ABZikInPi7cBBTcNU8P0V7fvMa5f44SKnjk8IaaCL1RvHE5A/s400/Disneyworld+2010+062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439331944555830370" border="0" /></a>Meg was extremely afraid of these <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Incredibles</span> characters. They tried for 10 minutes to get her to take a picture with them but she wouldn't. I kept telling them that it was okay, but they just kept trying and trying. It was really funny because she wasn't scared of anyone else really.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-RWGIZvJxYcl9aSLxHp9QzmFH1Noqrkte7Fp-F8Tc7yfFJZ4tJU_BbnDag6eo_Q0vW5d4MxRuoJz2zwQZYj0nPL9oieBkhBNFzg39fDMgkUfCQdoVmdlMWV0gliMLqfzRc4MjgJohEaA/s1600-h/Disneyworld+2010+055.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-RWGIZvJxYcl9aSLxHp9QzmFH1Noqrkte7Fp-F8Tc7yfFJZ4tJU_BbnDag6eo_Q0vW5d4MxRuoJz2zwQZYj0nPL9oieBkhBNFzg39fDMgkUfCQdoVmdlMWV0gliMLqfzRc4MjgJohEaA/s400/Disneyworld+2010+055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439331936967309442" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFExb7gPKsTa5NR4o5ILVwxzL5wTBronv8xsGxBZSl8rAqMLdn9Hc7JYGs2yJ6dUT1Nz7Pen59z3U_OB46-C3bGIXKZ8thPqok3E2KC-AiXmLq5TpJObujLTWuAyeU_l3ybc_xLj-Z_UI/s1600-h/Disneyworld+2010+042.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFExb7gPKsTa5NR4o5ILVwxzL5wTBronv8xsGxBZSl8rAqMLdn9Hc7JYGs2yJ6dUT1Nz7Pen59z3U_OB46-C3bGIXKZ8thPqok3E2KC-AiXmLq5TpJObujLTWuAyeU_l3ybc_xLj-Z_UI/s400/Disneyworld+2010+042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439331928672875602" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8V3IyA7cBCUgj53unRlcn-kVHmGajiG6kkSDtwAD2wKE6YC8q8PWl0bF3Sh7jbSy4aHTRpJw0Xa599edIVlUReeMsPElHU9X26jd0k2bRrKwxELFej7bBQwM1EXfKQXw0jyJzFI2MePU/s1600-h/Disneyworld+2010+030.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8V3IyA7cBCUgj53unRlcn-kVHmGajiG6kkSDtwAD2wKE6YC8q8PWl0bF3Sh7jbSy4aHTRpJw0Xa599edIVlUReeMsPElHU9X26jd0k2bRrKwxELFej7bBQwM1EXfKQXw0jyJzFI2MePU/s400/Disneyworld+2010+030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439331923992779170" border="0" /></a>Luckily, the lines weren't very long and the kids were really good to wait.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPXkzGOD8Gn0lggNms8tH6b7iNL2kT-vflLWsxrAU6gsVsubJ6DB44T0WUl6Bz2Fdftbk3FHk349EoOqvXqO0FAsqK8yM9-GLAnXrCJdNPel3If7EGrdhg5cGH4hAQiy0yUa84jdbSPA4/s1600-h/Disneyworld+2010+029.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPXkzGOD8Gn0lggNms8tH6b7iNL2kT-vflLWsxrAU6gsVsubJ6DB44T0WUl6Bz2Fdftbk3FHk349EoOqvXqO0FAsqK8yM9-GLAnXrCJdNPel3If7EGrdhg5cGH4hAQiy0yUa84jdbSPA4/s400/Disneyworld+2010+029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439331914235689474" border="0" /></a>We just <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">happened</span> to be standing right at this spot in Epcot when Sleeping Beauty emerged. She was the first princess that we saw and she was so nice to Meg.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirDOX9CfUzWeoaRCFBOAd5stMWA4nE8QKuC38_5537UQpRqswcRtCxI57PCbFvw_cSGOBRYYXk0hT6CSB-pS9LpGBcDx5AoSji50Iqd0NEJc8uNyCZkl7M1sJScPrZb_CUeALXFO4LHN0/s1600-h/Disneyworld+2010+022.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirDOX9CfUzWeoaRCFBOAd5stMWA4nE8QKuC38_5537UQpRqswcRtCxI57PCbFvw_cSGOBRYYXk0hT6CSB-pS9LpGBcDx5AoSji50Iqd0NEJc8uNyCZkl7M1sJScPrZb_CUeALXFO4LHN0/s400/Disneyworld+2010+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439331288157452098" border="0" /></a>We got to go to a water park one day and had a great time. It wasn't extremely warm, but we just kept telling ourselves that it was snowing back home and it made it that much warmer. The kids loved to dig in the sand as Dave body surfed in the humongous wave pool.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBSxQsvoe3O58R6PnLCOx_B7q9uMLlYGjPMv-c8B4PN3sJNBTWbnR55c9wGUNCwxYpk1GIeh70SvcEjtzuo_PqhOdJjE70zrBlThPv9QeyaxAttYEmCvjGwIp8lEEXH5btHjgvo7hLEfQ/s1600-h/Disneyworld+2010+020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBSxQsvoe3O58R6PnLCOx_B7q9uMLlYGjPMv-c8B4PN3sJNBTWbnR55c9wGUNCwxYpk1GIeh70SvcEjtzuo_PqhOdJjE70zrBlThPv9QeyaxAttYEmCvjGwIp8lEEXH5btHjgvo7hLEfQ/s400/Disneyworld+2010+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439331279259837794" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRkgjVfzqXx10y9LKUzJuklLzfU-P7Zs-yXkPtQ4zR7Q70y9zsLsKyw5JmUDNvQOcblbzz1uKItS1ZcIx5Oi-fWIqyKdfBeZOvXbkTWF1CKb4V1Z74MLIwquP33F9aoDEtz4WOUNlTUc8/s1600-h/Disneyworld+2010+017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRkgjVfzqXx10y9LKUzJuklLzfU-P7Zs-yXkPtQ4zR7Q70y9zsLsKyw5JmUDNvQOcblbzz1uKItS1ZcIx5Oi-fWIqyKdfBeZOvXbkTWF1CKb4V1Z74MLIwquP33F9aoDEtz4WOUNlTUc8/s400/Disneyworld+2010+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439331272388038370" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLqUbrZIzq-qPIrPfxvT2ylPlASC8oeKZ13tSscuPjJckoE46KXrGtgxmmCrmSV_VNUFHNDdqbUed1JBp86MGtHR2oWJ6RDdtUC8ofvM4BIXsGywuJHht5JYu5BKr07BaKiy0zKO5nds0/s1600-h/Disneyworld+2010+005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLqUbrZIzq-qPIrPfxvT2ylPlASC8oeKZ13tSscuPjJckoE46KXrGtgxmmCrmSV_VNUFHNDdqbUed1JBp86MGtHR2oWJ6RDdtUC8ofvM4BIXsGywuJHht5JYu5BKr07BaKiy0zKO5nds0/s400/Disneyworld+2010+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439331263668710370" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmdKzHQb07lyfm6X9IYG2bRKUX6WO3OaYIV3E-4O3jAURlqPvXltWs4bm4cSt5r95kv9xUJWcdnopeD1GS0Lxo72U5XPgHmubWkSOIgoVbqUVijSHya5Qv_ctSni74uyv_2PX6A4LY8OE/s1600-h/Disneyworld+2010+001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmdKzHQb07lyfm6X9IYG2bRKUX6WO3OaYIV3E-4O3jAURlqPvXltWs4bm4cSt5r95kv9xUJWcdnopeD1GS0Lxo72U5XPgHmubWkSOIgoVbqUVijSHya5Qv_ctSni74uyv_2PX6A4LY8OE/s400/Disneyworld+2010+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439331257960458098" border="0" /></a>This picture was taken our first night in Florida. We landed, checked into our hotel and headed to Hollywood Studios for a couple of hours until it closed. On the bus to the park a family gave us some fast passes to the Toy Story video game ride. We really lucked out because we got to go twice that night and the other day that we played in that park the wait time was about an hour and a half. We all loved that ride. Will even kept his 3D glasses on. </div>Laura Alvordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326695263884555009noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613382253710979886.post-57354140387236906822010-01-26T16:22:00.004-07:002010-01-26T16:32:31.949-07:00Big Boy Bed<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMvRMNa5M1NFWk2tHcCAMnev3P75_lkkwzQ_R79Mp95QGz71Mfw8fYYnwiviHC9YEjXBxVYAgP2Wg_T9qCuQG9MMmatcC2ua_ptuaDwIsYCLhS1_xWtZAF3kla1ZGVCaBwl2PiilQRgX4/s1600-h/036.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMvRMNa5M1NFWk2tHcCAMnev3P75_lkkwzQ_R79Mp95QGz71Mfw8fYYnwiviHC9YEjXBxVYAgP2Wg_T9qCuQG9MMmatcC2ua_ptuaDwIsYCLhS1_xWtZAF3kla1ZGVCaBwl2PiilQRgX4/s400/036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431195000619315794" border="0" /></a><br /><br />In preparations for our new baby to come we decided it was time to get Will a bed and get him used to sleeping in it. My parents gave us a mattress for him for Christmas so we went out and got him a bed and set it up. He was so excited to have it in his room so we thought it was going to be a piece of cake to transition him. It actually hasn't been too bad. We have it pushed up against the wall and his changing table pushed up on the other side so it is basically a crib but it keeps him from falling out...or at least we thought it would. The first night he rolled around so much that he rolled off the end. He hasn't fallen off since and doesn't really get down until I come and get him. My kids are weird that way. When she was younger, Meg would wake up in the morning or from a nap and would knock on the door until I went and got her...and she could open the door. Will's bed is pretty high but I have a stool by it so he can climb on and off. He climbs all over it during the day, but when I put him to bed or down for a nap he doesn't get down. He is getting to be such a big boy. It makes me a little sad, but I guess it has to happen since there is another baby on the way. We love our little Gus so much.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9YzriWo6Rz9movpZnR-8o2oNjUu7lUn03eUXmkempCybaCAZn1PcJmTRnFTovrwaRe8npYmBGjn-jciGFGAUf-vR7tzc_71HvO59n5OSsLgn4BcWjG09JJx2oJyrf23QV498e0QPGHCU/s1600-h/034.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9YzriWo6Rz9movpZnR-8o2oNjUu7lUn03eUXmkempCybaCAZn1PcJmTRnFTovrwaRe8npYmBGjn-jciGFGAUf-vR7tzc_71HvO59n5OSsLgn4BcWjG09JJx2oJyrf23QV498e0QPGHCU/s400/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431194989585306226" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu29mqth3Go0rloWXn3zA0uhRWUfhr612mXL9YGqytBmPlvHRVXiGX_bCr_p01gVOm6YngBv5kmhxFuPIZQaBOImBc2VS6vlhn1lw0Ht3YouhhQcXQrj68z65dwvid8ZGqqn7YpvuTprc/s1600-h/042.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu29mqth3Go0rloWXn3zA0uhRWUfhr612mXL9YGqytBmPlvHRVXiGX_bCr_p01gVOm6YngBv5kmhxFuPIZQaBOImBc2VS6vlhn1lw0Ht3YouhhQcXQrj68z65dwvid8ZGqqn7YpvuTprc/s400/042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431195002957524306" border="0" /></a>I had to include this picture because I thought it was so cute. When Meg's away at school or dance, Will gets to do all kinds of things that he normally would be in trouble (by Meg) for. This day he found her i-pod and was having the greatest time listening to her music. He is such a funny little guy. <br /></div>Laura Alvordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326695263884555009noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613382253710979886.post-78245507194365074472010-01-13T14:17:00.004-07:002010-01-13T14:34:49.597-07:00My Christmas Project<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrCOwOCtTk9FsDky6Y0DAlpuq1sMHEoTJb5THAvB7Syb2VJm-7DY3bsjq1KCrRbaz4E4MI8oWAb4UmI4sJiO638PydXaq6R-ifVruGanIauEvfIc13jpVN-Z2sLhKV5D1EOy1PEP_o5CQ/s1600-h/christmas+2009+002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrCOwOCtTk9FsDky6Y0DAlpuq1sMHEoTJb5THAvB7Syb2VJm-7DY3bsjq1KCrRbaz4E4MI8oWAb4UmI4sJiO638PydXaq6R-ifVruGanIauEvfIc13jpVN-Z2sLhKV5D1EOy1PEP_o5CQ/s400/christmas+2009+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426338945378669842" border="0" /></a>About a year ago I bought a pattern for a card table fort and was meaning to make it for my kids. Then a few months ago I happened to find an awesome blog http://homemadebyjill.blogspot.com/2009/10/felt-playhouse.html and she made the most amazing playhouse. I talked to my friend Tara about it and we decided that we would both make one for our kids for Christmas. We gave ourselves about a month to do it so we thought that it would be no big deal. It took A TON of time but I think it turned out really well. I basically copied the playhouse from the blog that we found. Tara and I split a lot of things and it was really fun working on a common project together. Once it was all said and done I realized that I didn't measure correctly and it is a little too tall for my table. For Christmas and these pictures I had to put a bunch of boxes on the table to make it look decent. I am going to have to make a structure out of PVC pipe or something but I am really proud of it. I am using it as one of my Young Women projects because it definitely took me longer than 10 hours to finish it. I barely finished it for Christmas but my kids really seemed to like it...except the fact that Will kept standing up and hitting his head on the table. Making this helped me realize that I am really not that bad at sewing after all. Thanks Tara! These pictures are terrible, but they're better than nothing...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3jpNWnIyle-GzAg3wblgIFP3CzO7Z3f-qGOsepoYIYwvFzI_ObU70RKp3d5mTgym2IkwIcKnkGGaV38wP5S5niINI9VyTBIeG-d-hofMB9CggFY-5OBJcAUQmpmf7uH7LIKSjbh-U4Tc/s1600-h/christmas+2009+005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3jpNWnIyle-GzAg3wblgIFP3CzO7Z3f-qGOsepoYIYwvFzI_ObU70RKp3d5mTgym2IkwIcKnkGGaV38wP5S5niINI9VyTBIeG-d-hofMB9CggFY-5OBJcAUQmpmf7uH7LIKSjbh-U4Tc/s400/christmas+2009+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426338954276426786" border="0" /></a>A dog house complete with doggy door and bones that come off to feed the cute little dog.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5omumrMtqaPi-iVR_9PGH9GRDwqns1J31o7FwYUbJnLkjiyQXz5NeIPK9WccIkXjQfuJ22pBcJd1vc94TJ8Ujhqy5sRLf5pnBmx_AmjjQ7O89-tAiW0Gc7hretj8GumWu3EqdpAGu798/s1600-h/christmas+2009+006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5omumrMtqaPi-iVR_9PGH9GRDwqns1J31o7FwYUbJnLkjiyQXz5NeIPK9WccIkXjQfuJ22pBcJd1vc94TJ8Ujhqy5sRLf5pnBmx_AmjjQ7O89-tAiW0Gc7hretj8GumWu3EqdpAGu798/s400/christmas+2009+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426338971498702802" border="0" /></a>An apple tree with apples that can be picked.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivEJ7IoXEXMr9zk0b4dTj3ksNUPk_OZJq6jUdSk8tqBczdyGPxD39OJHvz1LCRHkxLBKyPMTqycck4hCvO9klaCwJeYtUb80xHeWVX4uDxPVc5XGgryX0eXS0yVp96g_Rg44GsPL7vH4g/s1600-h/christmas+2009+007.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivEJ7IoXEXMr9zk0b4dTj3ksNUPk_OZJq6jUdSk8tqBczdyGPxD39OJHvz1LCRHkxLBKyPMTqycck4hCvO9klaCwJeYtUb80xHeWVX4uDxPVc5XGgryX0eXS0yVp96g_Rg44GsPL7vH4g/s400/christmas+2009+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426338978481859682" border="0" /></a>A garden with...<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-yHyGMxKU0_tlgEcSrLGDkyVJVgvRWFwYgjMudFVerBhUo6lSp4_dbJVKcNN5K_oM-fxjJ8vVPf6MUc3NdZMJpADBxDICJfckygoUQE7CJHcWSrb44iKiDPIzr5MrWJ4vLQuITLkz9Dc/s1600-h/IMG_0052.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-yHyGMxKU0_tlgEcSrLGDkyVJVgvRWFwYgjMudFVerBhUo6lSp4_dbJVKcNN5K_oM-fxjJ8vVPf6MUc3NdZMJpADBxDICJfckygoUQE7CJHcWSrb44iKiDPIzr5MrWJ4vLQuITLkz9Dc/s400/IMG_0052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426339117460111602" border="0" /></a>Corn<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmdd7pRQ0EGJQKiHQcUazKO6WnVEdZzuEN37Rz0X57FYPIor0Lnw4N4G75dox29dcsZIYDY_XLFAnxs5LfdMZhNQUW6ZAAN7bQpiqcyDs6TQagI0nQnXlXOK3rf576WoO4qzmVhS-14vg/s1600-h/IMG_0050.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmdd7pRQ0EGJQKiHQcUazKO6WnVEdZzuEN37Rz0X57FYPIor0Lnw4N4G75dox29dcsZIYDY_XLFAnxs5LfdMZhNQUW6ZAAN7bQpiqcyDs6TQagI0nQnXlXOK3rf576WoO4qzmVhS-14vg/s400/IMG_0050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426339115092413938" border="0" /></a>Carrots<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNc4FnC-akraCDh9zDstvWrBeMo393-yqXntvSdZ8x3MZ55Af_tEjEhJKIb0f3uZ7NpnftbMzH4BWdgep_46mbutkdEVEsHo_UeV38t7dCQALF_a6i0h6Qm1R-2ruoeEKfP1YChLHncdk/s1600-h/IMG_0048.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNc4FnC-akraCDh9zDstvWrBeMo393-yqXntvSdZ8x3MZ55Af_tEjEhJKIb0f3uZ7NpnftbMzH4BWdgep_46mbutkdEVEsHo_UeV38t7dCQALF_a6i0h6Qm1R-2ruoeEKfP1YChLHncdk/s400/IMG_0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426338983730321282" border="0" /></a>and lettuce that can all be picked.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS49qH4vuvfTS0fL9Wjpwe6Q4q9wIlkB6aJps-KVHVP_d_VpBcxCXT0ZajnPSSb5NtAHqliOKl08TiSXsryGuENI1pESPcHciWfaA_qr9w6vbZhe6JuHJT2gh_bLYtaZpHfWsv9wAjd8s/s1600-h/IMG_0060.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS49qH4vuvfTS0fL9Wjpwe6Q4q9wIlkB6aJps-KVHVP_d_VpBcxCXT0ZajnPSSb5NtAHqliOKl08TiSXsryGuENI1pESPcHciWfaA_qr9w6vbZhe6JuHJT2gh_bLYtaZpHfWsv9wAjd8s/s400/IMG_0060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426339126002018690" border="0" /></a>Tara went above and beyond and made this cute mailbag and mail for the mailbox (The mailbox door opens).<br /></div>Laura Alvordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326695263884555009noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613382253710979886.post-43040224373223156452010-01-10T16:32:00.003-07:002010-01-13T14:17:17.569-07:00Funny Megisms<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjupYkJPH4OcKEuLgG-qyXeQBypL5vzwz_vrKneWrIJKBKyw_RcOpNfADb2gnjH7UMR9vIkmIh0EFkztcHJ5O22RqCosxiK4HPbaMmxZxCUi9ETHeD1UWvzIl4NyNUAWtoC1YnMuOETnE/s1600-h/ChristmasDance+Recital+2009+005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjupYkJPH4OcKEuLgG-qyXeQBypL5vzwz_vrKneWrIJKBKyw_RcOpNfADb2gnjH7UMR9vIkmIh0EFkztcHJ5O22RqCosxiK4HPbaMmxZxCUi9ETHeD1UWvzIl4NyNUAWtoC1YnMuOETnE/s400/ChristmasDance+Recital+2009+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425258291734747522" border="0" /></a>Our little Meg is one funny little girl. She says the craziest things. I wanted to post them before I forget.<br /><br /><ul><li>We were eating dinner the other night and Meg said, "Mom, Dad, I love you...but I'm the MASTER!" We have no idea where she came up with the word "master" but she really means it that she is the master. The sad thing is is that she really does rule the roost here. It was funny how she let us know her feelings though.<br /></li></ul><ul><li> I was getting her ready for her dance recital and as I put her tights on they were a little long so I pulled them up high. She said, "Mom, I'm Aladdin!" I didn't know what she was talking about until I looked at her more closely. She did look like Aladdin with his high-waisted pants and no shirt.<br /></li></ul><ul><li>She told Dave out of the blue, "Dad, I don't like the crazy dad, I just like my normal dad." Dave asked her who her normal dad was and she said that he was. When he asked her who the crazy dad was she said it was Leia's dad (Dave's brother, Jim). I guess she just wanted him to know she didn't want to be given away.<br /></li></ul><ul><li>I got Meg out of the bath the other day and Will was playing some songs on a toy Princess CD player. Meg was naked and suddenly started doing what she called the "naked dance". It was so funny and really crazy. When she was asked where she learned it she said that Ms. Amy (her preschool teacher) taught it to her. Ms. Amy's got some explaining to do.</li></ul><ul><li>The other morning I wasn't feeling well so I got the kids some breakfast and went to lay back in my bed. After a few minutes Meg came in and asked me why I was in my room all by myself. I told her that I was sick. She said, "Do you need a boyfriend?" I told her that I didn't because Daddy was my boyfriend. She was so confused and said, "Well then where is he?" She is really into talking about boyfriends and girlfriends now. <br /></li></ul>We love our little girl so much. She is so fun and is such a joy to have in our family.Laura Alvordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326695263884555009noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613382253710979886.post-77170491657703970462010-01-10T16:05:00.005-07:002010-01-10T16:32:12.930-07:00December FunI am WAY behind on my posting, but better late than never. We had a really fun Thanksgiving/Christmas time this past year. So fun that I didn't take many pictures and didn't blog about anything. We picked out a real Christmas tree this year. The kids were so excited to be at the tree lot. They were pretty good about not taking ornaments off of the tree. We did have a few ornament casualties from Will's curiosity though, but he loved our Christmas tree.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHLgDM6yrxb8BDYkqi-mY5jJpmOXonL3EYOWeXDMAa3CcdFJIGFtiKZYyhRdY3JXvsnFd8QbRlM2gYWlecD6kSoQ_ZUFq8mZCr3rhccggyy_Bfr6WXQKLTbKKn3nlRNiLapCB0972bC78/s1600-h/ChristmasDance+Recital+2009+133.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHLgDM6yrxb8BDYkqi-mY5jJpmOXonL3EYOWeXDMAa3CcdFJIGFtiKZYyhRdY3JXvsnFd8QbRlM2gYWlecD6kSoQ_ZUFq8mZCr3rhccggyy_Bfr6WXQKLTbKKn3nlRNiLapCB0972bC78/s400/ChristmasDance+Recital+2009+133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425252494032244338" border="0" /></a><br />Will suddenly has a sick obsession with putting stuff in his hair. He loves to have his hair fixed and combed. This is about the third time I have caught him putting Vaseline in his hair. I thought I had hidden all of the bottles that we own, but I missed one...a very large and full bottle and he found it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuz9de3TZ3aJLI8mIRXD6q1GTvMZGGNgmuq7dPEtscVg7r0eug8xdP-T3o1_CC1Kva-zAEdBw2IEhJSSUiocUjBK6-cKCH4GnLl6xijQk3sPF6LTe4NUHSq7dasc3Leyj1CWJD8e-_v3M/s1600-h/ChristmasDance+Recital+2009+033.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuz9de3TZ3aJLI8mIRXD6q1GTvMZGGNgmuq7dPEtscVg7r0eug8xdP-T3o1_CC1Kva-zAEdBw2IEhJSSUiocUjBK6-cKCH4GnLl6xijQk3sPF6LTe4NUHSq7dasc3Leyj1CWJD8e-_v3M/s400/ChristmasDance+Recital+2009+033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425252512466449570" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh68sbXWj6jMypEnKFniI98ZfeTzNtO_OQjFx59wgNtu88qyMldPdCnJMhBHS7iSXB7hFJnvSWeSWhMaoUH7En7UG777G6FZsTpTQzrWh3_N5us0bngU8dx5LfBA2oVJ7uF7VSgQEm6FZo/s1600-h/ChristmasDance+Recital+2009+035.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh68sbXWj6jMypEnKFniI98ZfeTzNtO_OQjFx59wgNtu88qyMldPdCnJMhBHS7iSXB7hFJnvSWeSWhMaoUH7En7UG777G6FZsTpTQzrWh3_N5us0bngU8dx5LfBA2oVJ7uF7VSgQEm6FZo/s400/ChristmasDance+Recital+2009+035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425252525626575906" border="0" /></a>We used our Children's Museum pass one last time before it expired. The kids love that place but it is a little far away and we didn't go there very often. We had a great time!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0pJqtC6dyv8jpvnyHfS7_5dqdcMGeAvfnOJ3z3Xzs_K04d9AsPonDC9tcIIwEpLUaRZ8yem-ejCeDBkoB-ua4YTsY8pWBSHrUB-dSqB8kaxXc0nECp4RaVkainapBn7Lom592-6wsjXo/s1600-h/ChristmasDance+Recital+2009+013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0pJqtC6dyv8jpvnyHfS7_5dqdcMGeAvfnOJ3z3Xzs_K04d9AsPonDC9tcIIwEpLUaRZ8yem-ejCeDBkoB-ua4YTsY8pWBSHrUB-dSqB8kaxXc0nECp4RaVkainapBn7Lom592-6wsjXo/s400/ChristmasDance+Recital+2009+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425254783740193586" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLGIDAOQlnmAPHF8WuKzs42GLF9Ej3lgBn_ol9Xy99RF1nEeL5h_AxESmDqdQEU2txySv3c9LzllloXXXHIMFnqlt5tnvK7ex4MpOAsQio4f8DE8bwoc06HBrHgaFf_0HgYLE0qbJH_1Q/s1600-h/ChristmasDance+Recital+2009+021.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLGIDAOQlnmAPHF8WuKzs42GLF9Ej3lgBn_ol9Xy99RF1nEeL5h_AxESmDqdQEU2txySv3c9LzllloXXXHIMFnqlt5tnvK7ex4MpOAsQio4f8DE8bwoc06HBrHgaFf_0HgYLE0qbJH_1Q/s400/ChristmasDance+Recital+2009+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425254789486881922" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZEN2FAoao3qyvUdeArmIWRk1q7QkPFXWPGm5D3nceu9FkcV1tHL_U4I4kTufvX7LeFhg2JApAP0G2RW4X3Du6u3Z_lIsE1PGDf1t-JbR__EQ0qbgSf8DC0Y-c8RwQv4WhU92g-3V4paU/s1600-h/ChristmasDance+Recital+2009+024.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZEN2FAoao3qyvUdeArmIWRk1q7QkPFXWPGm5D3nceu9FkcV1tHL_U4I4kTufvX7LeFhg2JApAP0G2RW4X3Du6u3Z_lIsE1PGDf1t-JbR__EQ0qbgSf8DC0Y-c8RwQv4WhU92g-3V4paU/s400/ChristmasDance+Recital+2009+024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425254797191021746" border="0" /></a>Meg had her third dance recital last month too. This time she wasn't in a mommy and me class so I was a little nervous to see how well she knew the dance. She wasn't nervous at all and was so excited to perform on the stage. She did a very good job. Her dance teachers were off stage doing the dance along with them so she spent a lot of the time watching them as she did the dance too, but she was so cute. She got a bouquet of pink flowers from her Grandma and Grandpa Higley and loved them. As soon as she was done with her dance I picked her up and she wanted to see her Grandma and Grandpa (to get her flowers). Grandpa Alvord even suprised us and came to see her perform so she has a lot of people there to see her. Will was very happy to be at the recital as he got to eat a very messy blue sucker the whole time. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4cTJIMbbjCwh01Eut7yIIJq2KEpYXiH4Hz4LwTqyyrpXfuVIU-tQcVENcMlCWHfgZMkOfBOBDy39brIvYPZN68R2dr42pzapvuORxlPzptb6sbhSJ7cHAGcZNEZBQ73TTFxnH2gch0PU/s1600-h/ChristmasDance+Recital+2009+158.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4cTJIMbbjCwh01Eut7yIIJq2KEpYXiH4Hz4LwTqyyrpXfuVIU-tQcVENcMlCWHfgZMkOfBOBDy39brIvYPZN68R2dr42pzapvuORxlPzptb6sbhSJ7cHAGcZNEZBQ73TTFxnH2gch0PU/s400/ChristmasDance+Recital+2009+158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425254806698293586" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkTXL_LZJ0E1cbG613OaZF0ksvwzFGieayYf7HlnNZs5EfVeaWgqJoOf4VfbWzxQh5p21aJxYf1xxiYXZ_g0YrKMv39G1BOvVvPnw7hoffF7_995g4y_b4xk28DlOkz8643FOTNMUKYEM/s1600-h/ChristmasDance+Recital+2009+173.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkTXL_LZJ0E1cbG613OaZF0ksvwzFGieayYf7HlnNZs5EfVeaWgqJoOf4VfbWzxQh5p21aJxYf1xxiYXZ_g0YrKMv39G1BOvVvPnw7hoffF7_995g4y_b4xk28DlOkz8643FOTNMUKYEM/s400/ChristmasDance+Recital+2009+173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425254808926262290" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOyjEmSxVmVTNKF1mEgfxbNFteP91Bkk6Y_2BjlBpZ7VmkFOAxbx9O4CK0DExnvO5GmXfiqSrddtdOvudhjM_BKSy8YkSM4y1dM27637Lt6FYPk3GKhYZq5RNl_jaCIThf-iXa04rBRyE/s1600-h/ChristmasDance+Recital+2009+176.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOyjEmSxVmVTNKF1mEgfxbNFteP91Bkk6Y_2BjlBpZ7VmkFOAxbx9O4CK0DExnvO5GmXfiqSrddtdOvudhjM_BKSy8YkSM4y1dM27637Lt6FYPk3GKhYZq5RNl_jaCIThf-iXa04rBRyE/s400/ChristmasDance+Recital+2009+176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425255076947866786" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6NcV2maovPS71mHOk5V3yFcbqd5tc52Y7sub83XSwogTkOwj02GW1Z89OVDU7oJlBSAQ_pvZ0VsCnOV1ZI-sDKKBgLPhEN9tOCDrB3rnii9g2LZkhZFLVP3QoO2yxHikBCfFxgEkHWAg/s1600-h/ChristmasDance+Recital+2009+181.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6NcV2maovPS71mHOk5V3yFcbqd5tc52Y7sub83XSwogTkOwj02GW1Z89OVDU7oJlBSAQ_pvZ0VsCnOV1ZI-sDKKBgLPhEN9tOCDrB3rnii9g2LZkhZFLVP3QoO2yxHikBCfFxgEkHWAg/s400/ChristmasDance+Recital+2009+181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425255087751235666" border="0" /></a>Meg and her "best friend" Chayse love to dance together. <br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVjzltcAHueIrb51YUz6MEf391YuwUMH8mKujdCX1BvhQMrL19yoxPSTl0bPYORBPWtK6vMfCrmd13M-24nRnCYDnL_pCFst3QoNCIJuctHoMq3OhUVWFVixU8QTjqf2GtzgXEyFTiilk/s1600-h/ChristmasDance+Recital+2009+184.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVjzltcAHueIrb51YUz6MEf391YuwUMH8mKujdCX1BvhQMrL19yoxPSTl0bPYORBPWtK6vMfCrmd13M-24nRnCYDnL_pCFst3QoNCIJuctHoMq3OhUVWFVixU8QTjqf2GtzgXEyFTiilk/s400/ChristmasDance+Recital+2009+184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425255083911371874" border="0" /></a>The kids here are all ready for church in their Christmas clothes. We were told that Megan went into primary for a little bit this day and kept pulling her dress over her head (to show them how much she looked like Cinderella). What a crazy girl. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirqiXP_rI-YzRCKCAjDwBk_q82yYqEHbfQXPdOXn1p6A20o9ymTLvrGmiF3AFxVIyI1Zf6jYP21-OaJigl_f4_QMcoFSYPC00rHch2tUXo4FPXDu04U1Ox-NhpG_VPHyecDGs5VuBDWms/s1600-h/ChristmasDance+Recital+2009+145.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirqiXP_rI-YzRCKCAjDwBk_q82yYqEHbfQXPdOXn1p6A20o9ymTLvrGmiF3AFxVIyI1Zf6jYP21-OaJigl_f4_QMcoFSYPC00rHch2tUXo4FPXDu04U1Ox-NhpG_VPHyecDGs5VuBDWms/s400/ChristmasDance+Recital+2009+145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425252504918895458" border="0" /></a>Laura Alvordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326695263884555009noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613382253710979886.post-4234062714939336272009-11-17T09:53:00.004-07:002009-11-20T08:22:47.658-07:00I'm in Love!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBfFrG70sr_0QTj3Z1qczfxo96WLhrx785QLZy_PgKrtV4r9BfaZlj6XrjNLtk1G4k8zBrpZFhorVDg3p7OxfMlsR6CPqsrSgFxOg2HJbXMAq3sPi305zkA3YY5bk7IS0oh9CTqSxe5Es/s1600/zoo+002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBfFrG70sr_0QTj3Z1qczfxo96WLhrx785QLZy_PgKrtV4r9BfaZlj6XrjNLtk1G4k8zBrpZFhorVDg3p7OxfMlsR6CPqsrSgFxOg2HJbXMAq3sPi305zkA3YY5bk7IS0oh9CTqSxe5Es/s400/zoo+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406206333518424482" border="0" /></a><br />Friday came and I couldn't stand the thought of staying home and cleaning again. I was trying to think of something that we could do and then I remembered all of the baby animals that the zoo just received so I decided that we were going to go and see them. If you know me, you know that I am definitely not a spur of the moment kind of girl, so this was big for me. It was a sunny, but very cold day, but I didn't care. We were getting out of the house! I took Meg and Will and we went by ourselves and it was so fun. The zoo was basically empty so my kids were able to run around and jump and explore without having me scared that they would be lost. They were so happy and it made me so happy watching them. We didn't have anywhere to go or be so I just got to play with them. Sometimes you get so wrapped up in daily chores that you forget to just have fun. We had a great time and I fell in love with my cute little kids all over again.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNFxowRQ84l5KvSUFXOQWCE0xdcMrCv7aqsHl17Gh_abXcqWQYVST3aeuEbuN-uwPIW3qNPM_8ZRDNsf5YDxsznisqlGz1RV68WLUVKte2RKeVqPvdnvN_jra1Fe-P295vHyv0TNgGDcU/s1600/zoo+028.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNFxowRQ84l5KvSUFXOQWCE0xdcMrCv7aqsHl17Gh_abXcqWQYVST3aeuEbuN-uwPIW3qNPM_8ZRDNsf5YDxsznisqlGz1RV68WLUVKte2RKeVqPvdnvN_jra1Fe-P295vHyv0TNgGDcU/s400/zoo+028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406206348328157266" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggKbQeETB6YPPh2AqA-PvrGkuE-q42ZZkBiiRTx5d8Gp3DnEt5lZ6czLkdTGdM7rIlgkzmwHdtJNJxQYPEgFrS9RpZVQcCnEK4dvMTI1k5tmveKtV1HZMaNiN8Z8pC0_szVRCwRkRXMU8/s1600/zoo+024.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggKbQeETB6YPPh2AqA-PvrGkuE-q42ZZkBiiRTx5d8Gp3DnEt5lZ6czLkdTGdM7rIlgkzmwHdtJNJxQYPEgFrS9RpZVQcCnEK4dvMTI1k5tmveKtV1HZMaNiN8Z8pC0_szVRCwRkRXMU8/s400/zoo+024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406206342116037202" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx8k5KlSQASRkemt5e3kxG1KgHv3HN5qs55cpfwdnr4851YQXBBc7y_NZ7cb1rswjU2gdxLLt9VpzuE3UgqoSqplsmDTap736-WIhyZLPF5s-Cah9HlLfea82r6ELzj_oif65wtt6XVW0/s1600/zoo+004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx8k5KlSQASRkemt5e3kxG1KgHv3HN5qs55cpfwdnr4851YQXBBc7y_NZ7cb1rswjU2gdxLLt9VpzuE3UgqoSqplsmDTap736-WIhyZLPF5s-Cah9HlLfea82r6ELzj_oif65wtt6XVW0/s400/zoo+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406206336463872994" border="0" /></a>Laura Alvordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326695263884555009noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613382253710979886.post-71886017651579720002009-11-10T21:44:00.002-07:002009-11-10T21:52:03.017-07:00It's a...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitIM7JQcGkwiOvXk6ZP-gCp5Lq6q3YOYbv4jL3q12GJFevDNBrIhPiIv9xgebuiboLSkLT2GLpQDwGAtaSLgLrGs9CEWLcMNCHvWMgk3wpEdgvG3TUgB33XVzfZm-sB6bT9-JvpbTGuAA/s1600-h/us0019e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitIM7JQcGkwiOvXk6ZP-gCp5Lq6q3YOYbv4jL3q12GJFevDNBrIhPiIv9xgebuiboLSkLT2GLpQDwGAtaSLgLrGs9CEWLcMNCHvWMgk3wpEdgvG3TUgB33XVzfZm-sB6bT9-JvpbTGuAA/s400/us0019e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402702541313749714" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">GIRL!!</span><br /></span></div><br />Baby Girl Alvord is due April 7th. We had a feeling that this baby would be a girl so we weren't too surprised about the news. Megan has said that she is going to have a baby sister ever since we told her that there was a baby in mom's tummy. She kicked me in the stomach early on in my pregnancy and my mom told her that if she did that the baby would turn out to be a boy. She is very careful about doing anything to my stomach now. I fell down the stairs at about 12 weeks and Megan was so concerned. She said that I needed to be more careful because "It be a girl then I be happy, it not be a girl I not be happy." Needless to say, she is very excited about the news. She thinks that her baby sister is going to sleep in her bed with her and that her name is going to be Emily Elisabeth (from Clifford) so we'll have to break the news gently to her over these next few months that might not get everything that she wants. We are so happy about the news and are extremely grateful that our new little girl is growing healthy and strong. Now it's time to think about baby names!Laura Alvordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326695263884555009noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613382253710979886.post-62873823155018317122009-11-10T21:20:00.007-07:002009-11-10T21:43:08.848-07:00This is Halloween<span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikKa0p8-Aut5Jn_WjuQNw9c7B-zhBGP1KxyMCQda2F2u1f9x2S1TFxetcmSUJ_UF2GTkMREEu7Mo_M_rS9l8rneuUrFrVmkLRZaPftU8hpgGIAcG46p9pqunKczzGmjRt3ItLr2NXFgFY/s1600-h/080.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikKa0p8-Aut5Jn_WjuQNw9c7B-zhBGP1KxyMCQda2F2u1f9x2S1TFxetcmSUJ_UF2GTkMREEu7Mo_M_rS9l8rneuUrFrVmkLRZaPftU8hpgGIAcG46p9pqunKczzGmjRt3ItLr2NXFgFY/s400/080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402699654085855394" border="0" /></a><br />This year we had a very interesting Halloween. As a mom, you always picture these perfect holidays and then are surprised and disappointed when your kids don't cooperate...at least I do anyways. Months ago I found the cutest Halloween costume of a cupcake that I was going to make for Meg. I LOVE homemade Halloween costumes and have vowed that I will always make my kids' costumes. I am sure that will change when I have three kids because this year, making two costumes about killed me. I showed Meg the picture of the cupcake costume and then told her that she would be a cupcake and will would be a sheep. At that point she made her mind up that she would be a sheep too. After giving her a guilt trip, begging, bribing, tricking I realized that it is no fun wearing a costume that you don't like and so I gave in and let her be a sheep. Stay tuned for next year's costume. I am determined that the cupcake costume will be made for someone. I worked on those costumes forever. I bought out every craft store's white pom poms. When we went to St. George I even made Dave stop at Roberts to see if they had any. Dave wasn't able to go to our ward Halloween party this year and I didn't have Will's costume finished when the party started so I wasn't able to go to that. My <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">parents</span> took the kids to their ward party and they wore the costumes then. Halloween came and Will missed his nap so our Halloween was filled with sobs and lots of requests for candy. I knew it would be a bad idea to even attempt to get him into his costume so he didn't even wear it on Halloween and didn't go trick-or-treating or anything. He was coming down with a cold and is almost over it so when he is in a really good mood one of these days I will put them both in their costumes and will get a picture of them. In the meantime, these pics will have to do. Meg had a great time trick-or-treating though. They were gone a long time and I got a little worried about them. She ended up with a lot of loot. She looked so cute, if I do say so myself. Will looked cute too, even though he cried when he had to put the costume on. All in all we had a fun day.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIZvh5BM3BxB33fBuBJOyjYudqRRhUj4aGp2qcxdZzPFKLL0Di3mV6ORo6OC97Ra2VTryWeVcloLXFsfi6jIsexhTHQQa8nOZZ2_8Xn9TLt0V4zInrQV8mkCfuOFu90kwNvcwyj52nYmk/s1600-h/083.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIZvh5BM3BxB33fBuBJOyjYudqRRhUj4aGp2qcxdZzPFKLL0Di3mV6ORo6OC97Ra2VTryWeVcloLXFsfi6jIsexhTHQQa8nOZZ2_8Xn9TLt0V4zInrQV8mkCfuOFu90kwNvcwyj52nYmk/s400/083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402699657757168034" border="0" /></a>Meg was showing her muscles here because she carried some of the pumpkins in by herself to be carved.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwJno9HirY_hzmGEBne7eIIYXT5cay9bLVH2tH34EakdxOW5T2QICm4b_9zxCF_FrmG2899FT1c76K5T0G9BMb1PaEToxeZlN3Z33AWxSHI5KpzIIzOK6QBqDjbd02tRmsHNuarMQ__CE/s1600-h/098.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwJno9HirY_hzmGEBne7eIIYXT5cay9bLVH2tH34EakdxOW5T2QICm4b_9zxCF_FrmG2899FT1c76K5T0G9BMb1PaEToxeZlN3Z33AWxSHI5KpzIIzOK6QBqDjbd02tRmsHNuarMQ__CE/s400/098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402699800381056946" border="0" /></a>This is the only time Will was happy all night. He would see the bowl of candy and cry and cry until he got a piece.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeZizuq5KINAFW-k9f2XaE_TE4LBXpEvGJoNbxwQj0ZPkZ5AFJGFS9LSEVnrkeNLE3OMGg9qUq1uZhDrgYvQZP0_hY6erJ3FjE09yDBszOYEjvxv2o78HKt5cSD5rx-MIswNWm3y8Xc7s/s1600-h/076.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeZizuq5KINAFW-k9f2XaE_TE4LBXpEvGJoNbxwQj0ZPkZ5AFJGFS9LSEVnrkeNLE3OMGg9qUq1uZhDrgYvQZP0_hY6erJ3FjE09yDBszOYEjvxv2o78HKt5cSD5rx-MIswNWm3y8Xc7s/s400/076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402699907778497122" border="0" /></a>My angry little sheep.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1G0_SwPm6K56HnvKZZ8TKCFTnWD8CFMC0uKGq0HvWf257084jizFVaRSrohodc2H4TkFB_t4FXo_pQ91qEa_wqEPCjU_56Xbh-R5QDea8-FwdR5mj-iUn0FGgPDbJiFzvjkKxwZ-uYDw/s1600-h/084.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1G0_SwPm6K56HnvKZZ8TKCFTnWD8CFMC0uKGq0HvWf257084jizFVaRSrohodc2H4TkFB_t4FXo_pQ91qEa_wqEPCjU_56Xbh-R5QDea8-FwdR5mj-iUn0FGgPDbJiFzvjkKxwZ-uYDw/s400/084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402699666134970466" border="0" /></a>Meg was actually just posing with her hand slightly in the pumpkin. We had to make her do it. She did not want to get her hand all <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">slimy</span>.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRIFOfij5cIFKMrQkEn0KZwlsY9eEJDaPTDG64MgEhjixKcf-zjx0HLxBwpvuww4eLKc9Z1jJAMzkNcIYduGvtBRPNDrHn40Tu_jQAK6a481c00_26Y5iae_3PMdVpuNd5AkXMqeYsL4o/s1600-h/088.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRIFOfij5cIFKMrQkEn0KZwlsY9eEJDaPTDG64MgEhjixKcf-zjx0HLxBwpvuww4eLKc9Z1jJAMzkNcIYduGvtBRPNDrHn40Tu_jQAK6a481c00_26Y5iae_3PMdVpuNd5AkXMqeYsL4o/s400/088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402701575826954242" border="0" /></a>My happy little sheep.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkLda-RuNCYtBIa_wrHDv66UkFHF53fnOrB8CCnVEzrxy-CFxHGC9g2p29I07U9zFBogNyAMP9Cxc0GtryzQ8k3pCja06jl2QdqOTXNB8PUyWFm4k3rt-8SFOqsN80JkVX9dlfr5W96T0/s1600-h/095.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkLda-RuNCYtBIa_wrHDv66UkFHF53fnOrB8CCnVEzrxy-CFxHGC9g2p29I07U9zFBogNyAMP9Cxc0GtryzQ8k3pCja06jl2QdqOTXNB8PUyWFm4k3rt-8SFOqsN80JkVX9dlfr5W96T0/s400/095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402701581899709218" border="0" /></a>Working hard for the candy.<br /></div>Laura Alvordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326695263884555009noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613382253710979886.post-60350501111101513112009-11-10T21:08:00.002-07:002009-11-10T21:19:40.518-07:00My Night as a Teenager<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtob5hZ5Ex_8lXGi-HUEUK_uXHj-6NPJAStR1iPXP2b5ICZznrXwpyGBTvZL9jVMehlI3_OrS9g8Exyb-yaNNHe3AovHw50d3S7C5Xkz8pDfIA-axTETlTPcjpM3N48PPJoSmjbICU2Lg/s1600-h/dance_logo_final-tour-2009_din-font_lower_2copy1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtob5hZ5Ex_8lXGi-HUEUK_uXHj-6NPJAStR1iPXP2b5ICZznrXwpyGBTvZL9jVMehlI3_OrS9g8Exyb-yaNNHe3AovHw50d3S7C5Xkz8pDfIA-axTETlTPcjpM3N48PPJoSmjbICU2Lg/s400/dance_logo_final-tour-2009_din-font_lower_2copy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402695504802734850" border="0" /></a>This past Saturday night I lived as a teenager. I went with two of my Young Women to see the So You Think You Can Dance tour...is that weird? I really wanted to go and knew that Dave definitely would not want to go so one night at Young Womens I just threw it out there and asked the girls if anyone wanted to go. I didn't get much of a response so I just gave up hope. About a month later one of my sweet young women called me and said that she had been saving her babysitting money so she could buy a ticket. We called my advisor to see if she wanted to go with us and one of the other girls in my class and it wasn't going to work out for either one of them. I thought that would be totally weird if I went with Megan (one of the girls) alone so I lost hope again. Then she decided to buy Katie (the other girl) a ticket for her birthday. Talk about a great friend. Those tickets were pricey. The concert was great, the dancing was amazing, the dialog was super cheesy but it was really fun. I lived my night as a teenager until Katie asked if we could stay after to try to get autographs. I tried to be cool and said yes, but I really didn't want to. I was so tired...after all it was 10:30 when the show ended. Then, I knew I was old.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqw-OpP30VaxTYEB3ZpxHmsORf2h4-jvYT4u4vKTRQlDeNdaXQQfDyGM3P9kydsilIJHfb_V80_bWY8H1N0WXbUCoKeq92lDhV5EY3EPuH5nhT2vbb-bd4JSiEIBE7O8OWKEttxiv54xE/s1600-h/109.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqw-OpP30VaxTYEB3ZpxHmsORf2h4-jvYT4u4vKTRQlDeNdaXQQfDyGM3P9kydsilIJHfb_V80_bWY8H1N0WXbUCoKeq92lDhV5EY3EPuH5nhT2vbb-bd4JSiEIBE7O8OWKEttxiv54xE/s400/109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402695510264684562" border="0" /></a>Katie and Megan (two of my wonderful Miamaids)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Y3gL3q0hCr_wXQiVTedqPTzQSeHqkH73A2La9ryjJJYG3NTMaxUf3Zz2E3zzxYOUUHvfpIR96cZYIoEeh0_MwqwsX0-L9EYJdLZPtVmcpyY89EJxanhhyphenhyphen44-Am1aaOZ2apvPc4soZy0/s1600-h/110.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Y3gL3q0hCr_wXQiVTedqPTzQSeHqkH73A2La9ryjJJYG3NTMaxUf3Zz2E3zzxYOUUHvfpIR96cZYIoEeh0_MwqwsX0-L9EYJdLZPtVmcpyY89EJxanhhyphenhyphen44-Am1aaOZ2apvPc4soZy0/s400/110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402695508287276210" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Laura Alvordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326695263884555009noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613382253710979886.post-84080882569355077272009-11-05T19:57:00.004-07:002009-11-05T20:15:07.363-07:00Nielsen Family Reunion<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNLFqwKF5GMS45jQcqviR-FhA5zygnKvyW_lfxozHKEBoFDTNafsUKEsddtU2u0CpzgXE8_bxcVpS7PwgvClDKi-WAZsB_RS-1FKrDl1l1cwe1EPESQwEiNP9Qa3OYHjEsvqeS31BcSg0/s1600-h/055.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNLFqwKF5GMS45jQcqviR-FhA5zygnKvyW_lfxozHKEBoFDTNafsUKEsddtU2u0CpzgXE8_bxcVpS7PwgvClDKi-WAZsB_RS-1FKrDl1l1cwe1EPESQwEiNP9Qa3OYHjEsvqeS31BcSg0/s400/055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400822841077805090" border="0" /></a><br />This summer we took three trips down to St. George. I think I had probably been to St. George a total of three times in my life before this past summer, but we had fun all three times. The most recent trip we took was a couple of weeks ago. We went down for the Nielsen Family Reunion (my mom's side of the family). I love the fact that I am still in touch with my aunts, uncles and cousins. It's kind of sad because I don't think I would recognize any of my cousins from my dad's side of the family. I love my family so much. We drove to St. George once Dave got off of work on Friday. The last time we went down Meg bit on the cord of our portable DVD players and put a short into it so we thought we would just drive down and the kids could entertain themselves. WRONG! About 45 minutes into the drive they were fighting and screaming and we found the nearest <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Walmart</span> and got a part that we needed to make them movie work. I can't imagine how anyone survived road trips back in the day. We made it down in time to have dinner with my parents and Brian and Kara. I bet they were sad that they waited for us because our kids were crazy!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkrcbRrCUnfV_Bjjqsq71MYr3fRytyOuBnLslcjyJi1riUDozYAyj_jEy3JMicauJQudcXsGUwaRLEkFRmPNMjnY203NpcGN_i62VwCWp3dwEcQ1xQtLaDF1rLneoH1FiJXYo1OYHi6e4/s1600-h/053.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkrcbRrCUnfV_Bjjqsq71MYr3fRytyOuBnLslcjyJi1riUDozYAyj_jEy3JMicauJQudcXsGUwaRLEkFRmPNMjnY203NpcGN_i62VwCWp3dwEcQ1xQtLaDF1rLneoH1FiJXYo1OYHi6e4/s400/053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400822836005925362" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP3roqkwNqZwusn8PgQTN_oapNhlNex_u54pE9Wpjj1RuDUj1bP8vsJJg_crTohh22KnUuB4MJV4ARoMA7Pf0zS9zUEmCjFyq1KxhApm08kYAc_wpewY-v4K_v85cHTQbRhiODc3xePQA/s1600-h/046.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP3roqkwNqZwusn8PgQTN_oapNhlNex_u54pE9Wpjj1RuDUj1bP8vsJJg_crTohh22KnUuB4MJV4ARoMA7Pf0zS9zUEmCjFyq1KxhApm08kYAc_wpewY-v4K_v85cHTQbRhiODc3xePQA/s400/046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400822834073511810" border="0" /></a><br />The next day we met up with the rest of the family and went hiking. We had a really fun time. We had lunch together and sang karaoke. I busted out my knowledge of Brittney Spears and did a little number with my cousin Candice and then Dave and I sang Love Shack. That night we went to see Thriller at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Tuacan</span>. Meg sat down the row from me with my mom and my mom did a great job of making sure that she knew everything was pretend. She loved watching the dancing. Will wasn't too bad either. They were both so tired and fell asleep about 30 seconds after getting into the car. We drove home the next day. It was a pretty short trip but was a lot of fun. Thanks Diane for planning such a great time!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifjt1xnQK3JImZ6gBS-9CQFVYZM4ejvzf67iX3hjq4F74pVXKT2XodGNQZnYAUTvvHt72lh8JTws5YE544dbQG4_ZWDyBYxD076qD2PFWzV2g6ANYSWU7hQR3IcGzPXahXnGSEayEv-sE/s1600-h/060.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifjt1xnQK3JImZ6gBS-9CQFVYZM4ejvzf67iX3hjq4F74pVXKT2XodGNQZnYAUTvvHt72lh8JTws5YE544dbQG4_ZWDyBYxD076qD2PFWzV2g6ANYSWU7hQR3IcGzPXahXnGSEayEv-sE/s400/060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400822846942180738" border="0" /></a>Laura Alvordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326695263884555009noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613382253710979886.post-39566717032846017972009-11-05T19:42:00.002-07:002009-11-05T19:57:38.031-07:0018 Months Already!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU-iyf-gPLlANSdGQahhIchvvUAOuMwmhKpXcCHY4CrdsfE0PkX4W8B5jxl5FYtFm3nqU_WCrLNJpN_-50tXZzV6h0V4qrfH4B2nayLfDkQ8u1crwVQemxP7nptR2_NIltXkBZGDOWols/s1600-h/007.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU-iyf-gPLlANSdGQahhIchvvUAOuMwmhKpXcCHY4CrdsfE0PkX4W8B5jxl5FYtFm3nqU_WCrLNJpN_-50tXZzV6h0V4qrfH4B2nayLfDkQ8u1crwVQemxP7nptR2_NIltXkBZGDOWols/s400/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400819133182961234" border="0" /></a><br />Time has flown by since my little guy came into our family. Will is such a wonderful addition to our lives. When he was younger he was so mellow and laid-back. Not anymore! He has changed so much in the last couple of months. Sometimes Dave and I look at each other and ask, "What happened to our sweet little angel?" He is very active and loves to climb, jump, run, yell, throw things, etc. He is all boy. I always thought it was weird when people would say that, but it's true. He is so much different than Megan was at his age. Right now he really likes cars and balls. He actually has a pretty good arm. Dave thinks he is athletic...and does not attribute that to himself. When Meg was potty training we bribed her with Cars from the movie Cars. Then I got a little into collecting them myself, so we have a really big bin of them. That is one sure fire way of making him happy. When you get the bin out of the closet he starts giggling and gets so excited. He carries them around everywhere. One of the monumental things about turning 18 months is that you get to go to nursery. Meg went so easily and I always looked at the parents whose kids wouldn't with pity. Now, Dave and I are those parents. His first day of nursery I was so excited. I took him into his class and the teachers weren't there yet. I have to set up for Young <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Womens</span> and have to do that pretty quickly after sacrament is over so I don't have much time to waste. Some other dads were in the class with their kids and they said that they would stay with the kids until the teachers came. Big mistake! About 5-10 minutes later a lady in my ward brings me Will who is bawling and said that she found him wandering the hall. He had tripped and hit his head and was crying. So, after that moment he absolutely will not go to nursery. It's horrible. We don't know what we're going to do. I'm sure one day he'll be okay. We'll see how long it takes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp3lZ9j7pphZe_qM0OI4fuDFPWa5jjkJp1QxcSCYrP27ye2C88zUNe4qy3rC6ojVvEIYEyPbcDtMXUQ6TdHpRJt97wHLECYCFhUB1ULkczSAah0O-_4KHtdsdS5LTkn-KoWgtn8fzxHKw/s1600-h/017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp3lZ9j7pphZe_qM0OI4fuDFPWa5jjkJp1QxcSCYrP27ye2C88zUNe4qy3rC6ojVvEIYEyPbcDtMXUQ6TdHpRJt97wHLECYCFhUB1ULkczSAah0O-_4KHtdsdS5LTkn-KoWgtn8fzxHKw/s400/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400819145058243346" border="0" /></a><br />Will is a pretty small little guy. At his 18 month check up he weighed 23 pounds (50<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span> percentile) and was 32 inches long (25<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span> percentile). Meg was always in the 95-97<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">th</span> percentile in height and weight so it's weird to see this lean little guy running around. He is awesome and we wouldn't trade him for the world...well, maybe on Sundays but that's the only time. We love you Gus!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNDHer4nClaSsLwyvLnFUm4oSLZHD0ZwzJW_1B4MeXTVNHB3xfq_X-QIZp_5IZvCosO19FXOcM4fteGnP2rK2I4IAei4hbQOiyP0eCYc40h2uNp7F531qfyk1LM1xIbjrCnr9RWEC0_5Q/s1600-h/025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNDHer4nClaSsLwyvLnFUm4oSLZHD0ZwzJW_1B4MeXTVNHB3xfq_X-QIZp_5IZvCosO19FXOcM4fteGnP2rK2I4IAei4hbQOiyP0eCYc40h2uNp7F531qfyk1LM1xIbjrCnr9RWEC0_5Q/s400/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400819146962083954" border="0" /></a>Laura Alvordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326695263884555009noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613382253710979886.post-20398536226630485282009-11-05T19:31:00.002-07:002009-11-05T19:41:49.494-07:00My Big Preschooler<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisfp8lP4T4QVZg_MHpEKVWajCmKmXQJVWpTeq8R2EkfAGBtoyac3rxBdjka-Ono6B3zYjfxo5CrUxapUIBfbkLJ3rjpswnQ68nCmpTojIcXqII2Ij9OB860LpquVXFc1n6E2YMJeYZcpE/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisfp8lP4T4QVZg_MHpEKVWajCmKmXQJVWpTeq8R2EkfAGBtoyac3rxBdjka-Ono6B3zYjfxo5CrUxapUIBfbkLJ3rjpswnQ68nCmpTojIcXqII2Ij9OB860LpquVXFc1n6E2YMJeYZcpE/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400815182381004258" border="0" /></a><br />This year Meg started Preschool. She was very excited to go to school. She was also very excited that she was going to get to ride a school bus to school. The only problem was that she doesn't get to ride a bus to school, so we had to break it to her gently. She seemed to accept the excuse that the busses are broken, until she saw them driving around as we were on our way to school. Oh well, you can't have everything. I'll show her this post when she is on high school begging not to have to ride the bus and see what she says.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQZKUDJNCkk3diup5-xpTkmmJL3nCGi41dDiZxY45agz2LaNmm3C_gMxL1_FuG1FcGVP7szgxr8BqTke4A67OyTtk2DBKAVxYtDItDJJ6bjGAqZTQaJpQhxAUPTJbhqicIDv2oLHsiogw/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQZKUDJNCkk3diup5-xpTkmmJL3nCGi41dDiZxY45agz2LaNmm3C_gMxL1_FuG1FcGVP7szgxr8BqTke4A67OyTtk2DBKAVxYtDItDJJ6bjGAqZTQaJpQhxAUPTJbhqicIDv2oLHsiogw/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400815188436723906" border="0" /></a><br />She goes to Magic Moments Preschool in Riverton. Her teacher is Ms. Amy. She loves Ms. Amy and always wants to surprise her with her completed homework. She has a lot of fun friends in her class...most importantly her cousins Annette and Jocelyn. It's really fun to be able to see them a couple of times a week. So far she talks A LOT about a boy names Beau. She always tells me things that he says. After her first week or so of school she told me that she had said "hi" to a boy in her class and I told my mom. My mom asked her about it and she very adamantly said, "No, he said "hi" to ME!" She is so funny. I have been able to help out a couple of times with the class and she does pretty well. She normally has a tendancy to get a little distracted, but I can tell that she tries really hard to be a good listener. She is learning so much (writing letters and numbers and is learning a lot in spanish). We miss her a lot when she is gone. We are so proud of our little smart preschooler!Laura Alvordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326695263884555009noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613382253710979886.post-57364877509053910442009-11-05T19:16:00.005-07:002009-11-05T19:30:20.765-07:00Happy 3rd Birthday Meg!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQoR6MiCDDq8rtqYBwr3C5FkwwDOVdYAyZsokZJNnEjJGZ2iKJRo-5gsoBBqLZVpIm3LyKvqJ780TTEEsogsbTKAHcB2bRcWRt-xIif3yKnuB4ksUwGdTpcXKXTgChOHDGpiQqI2F-Vlk/s1600-h/Meg's+3rd+B-day+022.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQoR6MiCDDq8rtqYBwr3C5FkwwDOVdYAyZsokZJNnEjJGZ2iKJRo-5gsoBBqLZVpIm3LyKvqJ780TTEEsogsbTKAHcB2bRcWRt-xIif3yKnuB4ksUwGdTpcXKXTgChOHDGpiQqI2F-Vlk/s400/Meg's+3rd+B-day+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400811587748020946" border="0" /></a><br />To all of my loyal blog readers (Aunt Diane and Aunt Kellie) I have finally decided to update my blog. We had a great and busy summer. Some of the most fun was had at Meg's 3rd birthday party. She had been looking forward to her own party after going to many friend and cousin's parties over the months. She really was excited for her birthday so I wanted to make it special. For awhile there she was into My Little Ponies and so we decided to have a pony party for her. We had two horses come and give rides. Their names were Snickers and Cookie Dough. We had A TON of 3ish-year olds attend. We also had one very "lucky" 9-year old who Meg requested be there-my cousin Jack. What a good sport he was to come and help...and he even rode a horse in the end. We had pony rides, games like horseshoes, pin the tail on the horse and a pinata. It seemed like everyone had a great time. I think I only heard one kid cry, but everyone was really good at waiting their turn and sharing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjATMwN1ryJHBuLMAVLhrm9yKOqneLZKejOHJJFLvrjuzxxONsE66jLvbAWeFKIyq-oTiz62yoI_m16rQV89KOmzFD2yuM0gzQ47hCtGa8pDxK0HOBySoFD3MNBYpfb8ap7I5xCHT2Ibbw/s1600-h/Meg's+3rd+B-day+045.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjATMwN1ryJHBuLMAVLhrm9yKOqneLZKejOHJJFLvrjuzxxONsE66jLvbAWeFKIyq-oTiz62yoI_m16rQV89KOmzFD2yuM0gzQ47hCtGa8pDxK0HOBySoFD3MNBYpfb8ap7I5xCHT2Ibbw/s400/Meg's+3rd+B-day+045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400811601771932418" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEq_Fbk2DM8OM793E7XTrd8S3Y9CKhDrFGAwmk2MSgDLEYnMo4BQdBJmNO2hyY2WrvZBe7XLPffyGMhmeVcehhYjZvTovm5bohqdwEZhBNb3fqzLUoF3DgJ1OQwqA5S077Q6vQ1g1rmMA/s1600-h/Meg's+3rd+B-day+031.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEq_Fbk2DM8OM793E7XTrd8S3Y9CKhDrFGAwmk2MSgDLEYnMo4BQdBJmNO2hyY2WrvZBe7XLPffyGMhmeVcehhYjZvTovm5bohqdwEZhBNb3fqzLUoF3DgJ1OQwqA5S077Q6vQ1g1rmMA/s400/Meg's+3rd+B-day+031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400811597337777330" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhin5fCn8ekofvacSWr1ORrFTEKMjNIvzM4xpUJY9fvSnNuAUFpb_Ga0PK0yg9jalCisfd9MxdoqUvh7t00-nx1VkorttRjrT-JgUq-FE0MyWzwU-H6MzPIXXTLfG-4RvgNVqWlk7jJuE/s1600-h/Meg's+3rd+B-day+024.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhin5fCn8ekofvacSWr1ORrFTEKMjNIvzM4xpUJY9fvSnNuAUFpb_Ga0PK0yg9jalCisfd9MxdoqUvh7t00-nx1VkorttRjrT-JgUq-FE0MyWzwU-H6MzPIXXTLfG-4RvgNVqWlk7jJuE/s400/Meg's+3rd+B-day+024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400811593420402386" border="0" /></a>Our little Meggie Bug is such a special part of our family. She has an EXTREMELY large personality and is a lot of fun. She loves to ding and dance. She knows most songs that come on the radio and has "her parts" that no one else can sing (those are usually the chorus). She is generally a pretty nice big sister. We love her so much and can't imagine life without her. Happy Birthday Meg!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFYPx3lZxC0upzgki9VGZ__ABFINjo0l98IPS9fmPnFpfmEXYWPX3qqfha6raTTZmnQhpW86zjVR9ckYHBmH79VgUuHt3ou_rjJITFHVQRHlpvVcGFXqJne6hxcTDYIuPGsWEHisam1FQ/s1600-h/Meg's+3rd+B-day+048.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFYPx3lZxC0upzgki9VGZ__ABFINjo0l98IPS9fmPnFpfmEXYWPX3qqfha6raTTZmnQhpW86zjVR9ckYHBmH79VgUuHt3ou_rjJITFHVQRHlpvVcGFXqJne6hxcTDYIuPGsWEHisam1FQ/s400/Meg's+3rd+B-day+048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400811605790341794" border="0" /></a>Laura Alvordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326695263884555009noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613382253710979886.post-72883721356118629702009-08-13T10:16:00.004-06:002009-08-13T15:56:03.334-06:00Road Trip<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwMkpsE1L6av6iDfqqwIpNf27iV2u9uV8LzqZXgpNhyphenhyphenMr5jYENTYP-obZ6rWZMtdRpXaYbyQLuMGcXzaqabEDWwbSNrzNu17qh5ycyaD3a2rfY2k_CcNVWj3ZOuIFzR9Mzhp3ziFKFjRQ/s1600-h/078.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwMkpsE1L6av6iDfqqwIpNf27iV2u9uV8LzqZXgpNhyphenhyphenMr5jYENTYP-obZ6rWZMtdRpXaYbyQLuMGcXzaqabEDWwbSNrzNu17qh5ycyaD3a2rfY2k_CcNVWj3ZOuIFzR9Mzhp3ziFKFjRQ/s400/078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369568881646087426" border="0" /></a>Dave took a look at the calendar the other day and couldn't believe that summer is almost over. He decided that we needed a little more fun in our lives and planned us a trip to Jackson Hole. My parents and their friends get together every year at Bear Lake so we went up on Friday night and stayed there. We had a fun time sitting by the fire, roasting <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Laffy</span> Taffy (not as good as roasted <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Starburst</span>) and playing with Dave's laser. It was so funny because that night our kids were so tired. Dave kept trying to get Meg to come out to the fire with him but she got some milk and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">layed</span> down in her makeshift bed on the floor and pulled the covers on herself. Will climbed into his pack-n-play by himself and went to sleep. We were planning on playing on the beach on Saturday but the rain decided that we would just head up to Jackson early. We hung around town for awhile and that night went to see Grease at the Jackson Hole playhouse. It was AWESOME! Our kids did really well until the very end (or at least I think it was almost over) and we finally took them home before the play was over.<br /><br />The next day we headed up to Yellowstone. I had never been before and it was really neat. The way they warn you so much, you expect that you are going to see charging buffalo and bears trying to eat you all over the place. We didn't see one animal...well, we did see some squirrels but that was it. We went to Old Faithful. It was so neat and very stinky. We kept telling Meg that Will had a stinky diaper and she thought that was really funny.<br /><br />The next morning we were going to go on the alpine slide in Jackson and then head home, but we had all had it and decided to head straight home. The kids did really well with all of the driving (thank goodness for portable DVD players).<br /><br />It was so fun to spend some quality time with my little family. I am so lucky to have an adventurous husband. He makes our lives so much more eventful and fun.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh74g5nxqi5lsVDpCx49zLGcertUrXu_Y7EpcGFMyUgN0ePK8mI4T565cxHTW0NzYsbM2FPgcrnz-CUN5uDTo6gHOP-IK6KqV1BlcXceJukQZ7v0CTrTg9z5GkuHPj_YgliGS0GmlulGTE/s1600-h/079.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh74g5nxqi5lsVDpCx49zLGcertUrXu_Y7EpcGFMyUgN0ePK8mI4T565cxHTW0NzYsbM2FPgcrnz-CUN5uDTo6gHOP-IK6KqV1BlcXceJukQZ7v0CTrTg9z5GkuHPj_YgliGS0GmlulGTE/s400/079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369569105472872482" border="0" /></a>Here Meg is waiting for the play to start. There was a lot of weird antique furniture in the lobby that she liked to play on. I hate antiques. They remind me of ghosts...which I'm scared of. <br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYTiuQHIOkqJwulL2OU2a35beHWiSpor1qtkQYObbU4PzRQXxUfQl1QZElCJX5x89Z9NviQdW_BhoaBeiqxtENgnMtLzcGvmQZhEEvWlyr5xkBK67k6XzOqoV65WbBU0bTX0PEIZUTXoc/s1600-h/086.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYTiuQHIOkqJwulL2OU2a35beHWiSpor1qtkQYObbU4PzRQXxUfQl1QZElCJX5x89Z9NviQdW_BhoaBeiqxtENgnMtLzcGvmQZhEEvWlyr5xkBK67k6XzOqoV65WbBU0bTX0PEIZUTXoc/s400/086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369568928061505618" border="0" /></a>We are patiently waiting for Old Faithful to spout. <br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB0hyphenhyphenQMu1FaX3QKqgyAbd5Yk1Nd8veXNfqZszXdozolTjAxb8w2a4WMy4YNDVy9agi0ngfnkA4WakJS6xvK6HawRIADYfGLRcUlxNyEnTg5PfSRZPbqQgz7sLIS1czrCZcQk79_uAfTjg/s1600-h/091.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB0hyphenhyphenQMu1FaX3QKqgyAbd5Yk1Nd8veXNfqZszXdozolTjAxb8w2a4WMy4YNDVy9agi0ngfnkA4WakJS6xvK6HawRIADYfGLRcUlxNyEnTg5PfSRZPbqQgz7sLIS1czrCZcQk79_uAfTjg/s400/091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369568910293377746" border="0" /></a>More Waiting....<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqpj6aJJP026IDd7SbM_cCTLgENaJwq7sTaLKEqpNioHeugxbzaqLP93gYgCvWaq1egFWND3afuSi1iBNnNHNJAYx6fQPIbjTURiu8bKh5WJlPoMImqLeO2sdHM8x7TZWOcK7TkZuNeR4/s1600-h/095.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqpj6aJJP026IDd7SbM_cCTLgENaJwq7sTaLKEqpNioHeugxbzaqLP93gYgCvWaq1egFWND3afuSi1iBNnNHNJAYx6fQPIbjTURiu8bKh5WJlPoMImqLeO2sdHM8x7TZWOcK7TkZuNeR4/s400/095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369568895420991106" border="0" /></a>And finally!!!!!<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Z1-73_xOMs2VKn0TkWhE4jMrdhq1HNGbONBOOrT4w_SV2DA0okcEkI3NrY79BUKY_0RBFmC_vyGB7Jobykbg-96LcllVtVwYE2zcszny0KeximC_oy_ut6Qk13KiJTEyrpmxCBIdDGE/s1600-h/099.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Z1-73_xOMs2VKn0TkWhE4jMrdhq1HNGbONBOOrT4w_SV2DA0okcEkI3NrY79BUKY_0RBFmC_vyGB7Jobykbg-96LcllVtVwYE2zcszny0KeximC_oy_ut6Qk13KiJTEyrpmxCBIdDGE/s400/099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369568888136851842" border="0" /></a>More stinky geysers. Dave was bound and determine to find out how hot these really are. He secretly snuck down by one and dipped his hand in. I told him that if he was arrested we would be leaving him there. <br /></div>Laura Alvordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326695263884555009noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613382253710979886.post-81043830395215445672009-07-27T22:24:00.003-06:002009-07-27T22:35:58.077-06:00Pioneer Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF92spkJYk3IgRvL0ZnuV9QZp7c3Guz41O5QR6Jpl6FmYwstjSrK2mCEq8-7sW0Qssr2lN8dfvK37PjczTtkx8R1ERSXIi2kUs0OuNMV25mdmssz0OpKFInMGL2bhoP78n1P-l965eHWc/s1600-h/24th+of+July+035.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF92spkJYk3IgRvL0ZnuV9QZp7c3Guz41O5QR6Jpl6FmYwstjSrK2mCEq8-7sW0Qssr2lN8dfvK37PjczTtkx8R1ERSXIi2kUs0OuNMV25mdmssz0OpKFInMGL2bhoP78n1P-l965eHWc/s400/24th+of+July+035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363364284157870674" border="0" /></a><br />This Pioneer Day fell on a Friday which was really nice because Dave had a 4-day weekend. We were going to be very ambitious and were planning on going to the Days of 47 Parade. I was trying to get Dave to sleep out the night before to get us a spot, but he wasn't really into that idea (I probably would have felt too bad anyways). He thought if we left at five in the morning we could find a pretty good spot. After really thinking about it, I decided that we were crazy for thinking that our kids would do well there. We got up and went to breakfast instead. We watched the parade on tv for awhile and played. Meg and I went to Classic waterslides with our cousins and Dave and Will stayed home and took a nap. We came home and took a trip up the canyon with our cousins for a campfire and dinner. It was a great time. Will was especially good by the fire. Once I told him "No" he didn't try to touch it again. Meg LOVES playing with her cousins so she had a wonderful time. We were home and in bed in time to hear fireworks going off in our neighborhood. Gotta love the life of tired parents.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-FWFYzXNUrz0MLIvG9yF4Y8oU0O45gaizMWuk4BdqqyJao5JNci8CrP3Qy8Xq-vwdeqoTXEYczGeNivHs_26GSAMs1PTZEreXVn7LHg4P5Qyv_EWrbS9PcYlM17tkr2ehV0Wkpsg7AvE/s1600-h/24th+of+July+042.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-FWFYzXNUrz0MLIvG9yF4Y8oU0O45gaizMWuk4BdqqyJao5JNci8CrP3Qy8Xq-vwdeqoTXEYczGeNivHs_26GSAMs1PTZEreXVn7LHg4P5Qyv_EWrbS9PcYlM17tkr2ehV0Wkpsg7AvE/s400/24th+of+July+042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363364286970038914" border="0" /></a>Give this guy some food and he'll be happy all night. <br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4eZYuUOUXv1v19cHjedGx3kA3aup60MEPOAIkD7C8AaBPafgthsQUtNLsh-I2JAxgVHpFYco8eCNLA-bi2wlpOYJgvOjzfuE37BSSy4wQW09LPoZoD99t_-nQPoDsrqjHTrbOUoHARsk/s1600-h/24th+of+July+030.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4eZYuUOUXv1v19cHjedGx3kA3aup60MEPOAIkD7C8AaBPafgthsQUtNLsh-I2JAxgVHpFYco8eCNLA-bi2wlpOYJgvOjzfuE37BSSy4wQW09LPoZoD99t_-nQPoDsrqjHTrbOUoHARsk/s400/24th+of+July+030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363364277320603122" border="0" /></a>We had a lot of fun with this butterfly net. <br /></div>Laura Alvordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326695263884555009noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613382253710979886.post-1917820753779427272009-07-23T17:03:00.007-06:002009-07-27T22:24:19.067-06:00Viva Las Vegas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfxI4OF0yorhhRGg9iTx8JNVNHwhQFsSENt0AW5BEM0_x9-6YG4aARmyOXSkG9L817qD1tPSNK_mCxxGD9UwTTh5D7VCWFwZHVT082kS9CtwFa5G8BSyTdrkOBb6R785Ti5GEKI8pnoTU/s1600-h/vegas+012.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfxI4OF0yorhhRGg9iTx8JNVNHwhQFsSENt0AW5BEM0_x9-6YG4aARmyOXSkG9L817qD1tPSNK_mCxxGD9UwTTh5D7VCWFwZHVT082kS9CtwFa5G8BSyTdrkOBb6R785Ti5GEKI8pnoTU/s400/vegas+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362768175915216050" border="0" /></a><br />Last weekend Dave was going to go to Las Vegas for a training seminar. The weekend before I was gone to girl's camp so I was bummed to be apart again. Plus, my parents are out of town and my sisters-in-law were having a girl's weekend so I was feeling like I was going to be super lonely. Dave came home from work on Thursday and we had dinner and I told him how lonely I was going to be. His flight was going to leave in about three hours. He checked to see if there was room on it for us and there was! So, we tagged along with him for the weekend. It was a little rough getting there, but we made it late Thursday night. Friday morning we took Dave to his seminar and then went to the aquarium at Mandalay Bay. It was a lot of fun and they have a lot of sea life to see. I thought it would be fun to show the kids the lions at MGM so I started walking over. It didn't look too far away, but as I started going it started to seem farther and farther away. It was about 110 degrees (I really don't know how people can live there). We finally made it and checked out the lions. By that point I was exhausted so we finally went back to our hotel and relaxed until it was time to pick up Dave. We ate at the Bellagio that night. The kids loved it. We watched the fountains and then headed back to the hotel to go to bed. The next morning we took Dave back to his class and then we went over to Circus Circus. It was actually pretty fun. The kids were a little too small to ride the rides but we looked around and played some games. We watched some circus acts and then picked Dave up from his class. We had some time to kill before our flight left to go home so we found a splash park and let the kids play. All in all it was fun spending time with Dave and showing the kids around Vegas. I'm not planning on going back for a long long time though.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkFBJ9T4uBrXuZB5_tDBXHqX7MB9Yr6vVdQcqwfThi09LpotDt3W6zZ0OACYpGeiqQ6AeMfUZnhY9L671dDySUVvnkjD1mRLArMnTiugkA8oVwi4Cx1jaMuaPFm4Mi_2-VOlWYFNQ9Jno/s1600-h/vegas+026.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkFBJ9T4uBrXuZB5_tDBXHqX7MB9Yr6vVdQcqwfThi09LpotDt3W6zZ0OACYpGeiqQ6AeMfUZnhY9L671dDySUVvnkjD1mRLArMnTiugkA8oVwi4Cx1jaMuaPFm4Mi_2-VOlWYFNQ9Jno/s400/vegas+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362764835144342642" border="0" /></a>Will and Dave having fun at the splash park.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeVQmC2YhCZXVwVSDjpSVZdacMlvgK1Er-RRMaelwqeJ9ATSfO6TGWjo4nCK5Upnzw-Bk8gxKyZY8O0w-Adfm0Ye1igYT1QgldNJjyp7JS5998-av6mYzxg3RTDZRvTopWImv5ueuAPto/s1600-h/vegas+015.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeVQmC2YhCZXVwVSDjpSVZdacMlvgK1Er-RRMaelwqeJ9ATSfO6TGWjo4nCK5Upnzw-Bk8gxKyZY8O0w-Adfm0Ye1igYT1QgldNJjyp7JS5998-av6mYzxg3RTDZRvTopWImv5ueuAPto/s400/vegas+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361796556837221170" border="0" /></a>Meg waiting for the fountains at the Bellagio. We bought those shoes she is wearing in Vegas and she LOVED them. She kept running around saying that they made her run fast. When we were waiting in line for dinner she kept showing everyone her shoes and telling them that they were new. It was so fun.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhJluPaeh07ycQnp70RwxSn7PtwcEtNtSwrbqFQ03F-x8-hy1nu0OZNlXKFdp_7TDY1_NHeedH774XeEZ-h9SoAo7D0oRFQfqC4thqyL2CXvdudCrsG605BRdXrJfxsmx07YkX7m-E08Y/s1600-h/vegas+020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhJluPaeh07ycQnp70RwxSn7PtwcEtNtSwrbqFQ03F-x8-hy1nu0OZNlXKFdp_7TDY1_NHeedH774XeEZ-h9SoAo7D0oRFQfqC4thqyL2CXvdudCrsG605BRdXrJfxsmx07YkX7m-E08Y/s400/vegas+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361796560141207490" border="0" /></a>Will loved being in our hotel room. Here he is enjoying a pancake and jumping on the bed. He was in heaven.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxzzRnAL1AYhzeWHHO9Ggp1Ie-ueNjJFXKyce5kZrXleq6W1YkGwYTFBlpDbYirZ7I3NzacVolQuKtjQNslwL-CvJVrS-EqWCXVx3YIwxu95VNs2BO2cO3qZGe1r-Yn-YxnppIV_F6DX0/s1600-h/vegas+025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxzzRnAL1AYhzeWHHO9Ggp1Ie-ueNjJFXKyce5kZrXleq6W1YkGwYTFBlpDbYirZ7I3NzacVolQuKtjQNslwL-CvJVrS-EqWCXVx3YIwxu95VNs2BO2cO3qZGe1r-Yn-YxnppIV_F6DX0/s400/vegas+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361796565244730658" border="0" /></a>Thank goodness we found the splash park. Meg finally got her clothes wet after much poking and prodding. She wanted her swimming suit on but I couldn't dig it out of the suitcase. We kept telling her that it was okay, but she was really weird about it. I think she finally got too hot and just decided to do it.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX2ucskuPVe6oeSccPDGYpvIyrmYPY-a2zrosZOJLTnOTpudFKg-nXy4y0iLBF9GnuPltSdhlUWzsIn7_X3L2wY6XvDC4F3z72RPEUuNT1n2Eyvz5tBTViyYbxlvzJI13ZXy_h13lJOCs/s1600-h/vegas+014.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX2ucskuPVe6oeSccPDGYpvIyrmYPY-a2zrosZOJLTnOTpudFKg-nXy4y0iLBF9GnuPltSdhlUWzsIn7_X3L2wY6XvDC4F3z72RPEUuNT1n2Eyvz5tBTViyYbxlvzJI13ZXy_h13lJOCs/s400/vegas+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361796554567246370" border="0" /></a>In the picture, Will is getting his diaper changed on the grass at the Bellagio. He was so fun on this trip and was as happy as could be.<br /></div>Laura Alvordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326695263884555009noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613382253710979886.post-36540148704157976102009-07-23T16:44:00.002-06:002009-07-23T17:02:45.745-06:00It's Independence Day!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8mJ9vbfSl_zpQdWQ-wzsx4ONQebEKnfR2QHYXisa4vqyQmfgh2m4ZvcWqaqbkLcuwC2HKw4PYWiWm39qunFnhla4B_GVedfMf3bTyDsGvoKj5S9NaZBair36vbTW_OQux7qIxqL-NLRo/s1600-h/015.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8mJ9vbfSl_zpQdWQ-wzsx4ONQebEKnfR2QHYXisa4vqyQmfgh2m4ZvcWqaqbkLcuwC2HKw4PYWiWm39qunFnhla4B_GVedfMf3bTyDsGvoKj5S9NaZBair36vbTW_OQux7qIxqL-NLRo/s400/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361794574451375122" border="0" /></a><br />I am doing this blog for journaling purposes only, seems that it is almost a month later. We have been EXTREMELY busy lately. We just got done with our Girl's Camp. It was awesome! I still haven't put all of my stuff away from that though and we have been home for almost two weeks. That's what basements are for, right? Anyway, we had a pretty low key 4th of July this year. Both of our kids were super cranky so it made for a really fun day. We went to my parent's neighborhood for their annual parade and breakfast. I had to wake the kids up to go...that's never a good sign that your day will go smoothly. My mom pulled them in the parade and then we had a little breakfast. It was my cousin Jack's birthday so we went to his house for a party and then we went home. I taught Young Womens the day after and I came up with this great idea to stitch "pray" onto a pillowcase for each girl. I really didn't think it would take me very long, but ended up taking me about 20 minutes per pillowcase and I had 27 to do. I worked on those things all day Friday, the rest of the day Saturday and then Sunday morning. They turned out really cute though. The girls really seemed to like them...some even brought them to camp with them. They in turn tiedyed them which was a little alarming, but I figured I had given them to them so they could do whatever they wanted to them. I was kind of bummed though. Oh well. We grabbed some dinner and then got a few fireworks to do at home with just us. It was actually pretty fun. Will got a little scared, but his tiredness was working against him too so he was kind of whiney. Meg really liked them though. Then, we put the kids to bed and I stayed up until one in the morning stitching. Great fun!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4dgBfeVFWApADoL0PmYi8jOem6GqXA372Zv_9hsvR6Y8aaT7OsFznYRtv_9tnKCN0_CvFM6Ym4dP1U3LzncnrGDakho5PuBfE5ye7fik9u0HOucuZ5qfThTpgpKNvROwfFJUAaLvg0g4/s1600-h/022.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4dgBfeVFWApADoL0PmYi8jOem6GqXA372Zv_9hsvR6Y8aaT7OsFznYRtv_9tnKCN0_CvFM6Ym4dP1U3LzncnrGDakho5PuBfE5ye7fik9u0HOucuZ5qfThTpgpKNvROwfFJUAaLvg0g4/s400/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361794577887616626" border="0" /></a><br />I am so grateful that we live in a country where we are free. I am also very grateful to all of the people who are willing to serve in the armed forces. I definitely wouldn't be able to have my husband in harm's way and I respect those families so much. God bless America!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb3RQ0Nld-RkQnt9jeFSuQQTs4oRXl-49kFVx6RWbAJq4IDSXrFROa3VOIC_x7jOhDFOX8eZhKJACn3IVlWAbLh9kcCKXWi2JVdMEm9P8ZsOVS57i9buTTR1xdamr0QBaKTA1fawN2xFQ/s1600-h/027.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb3RQ0Nld-RkQnt9jeFSuQQTs4oRXl-49kFVx6RWbAJq4IDSXrFROa3VOIC_x7jOhDFOX8eZhKJACn3IVlWAbLh9kcCKXWi2JVdMEm9P8ZsOVS57i9buTTR1xdamr0QBaKTA1fawN2xFQ/s400/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361794579420096674" border="0" /></a>Laura Alvordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326695263884555009noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613382253710979886.post-61282881971972626522009-06-22T16:27:00.004-06:002009-06-22T16:37:39.221-06:00Dairy Days<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8e8J3E45Li-f116cq6I3YyOiI_mDQ2mz3h4UxPHLg0EUdPkE5Ihxhurfk7Wa8c4B5uqAI5e7bqxbxNhi-isSbNC7ez-qmXcJM5F7yOy8JTLkflPU9JCfZ_hyphenhyphenTiFfzyTg4LqWeUXc2wok/s1600-h/034.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8e8J3E45Li-f116cq6I3YyOiI_mDQ2mz3h4UxPHLg0EUdPkE5Ihxhurfk7Wa8c4B5uqAI5e7bqxbxNhi-isSbNC7ez-qmXcJM5F7yOy8JTLkflPU9JCfZ_hyphenhyphenTiFfzyTg4LqWeUXc2wok/s400/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350283676586641346" border="0" /></a><br />My friend Stacy told us about Dairy Days that Thanksgiving Point holds each year and we decided to go. She was sick and missed out on the fun though. It was a great time. Both of the kids were in love with the animals. They had a lot of baby animals there and it was really fun to see them all...I'm a total sucker for baby animals too. I had been bribing Meg all day with a horse ride and she was so excited up until the point that she was actually supposed to get on the horse. She freaked out and cried almost the whole time. It was so strange because she is never really like that. She did say that she wanted to ride a red horse so maybe the horse that she got wasn't what she had in mind. Will rode a horse too and loved it. We had a great time though and will definitely go again next year.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPKOJ6y1EwRYoUtNDdY-4-2u1Gj-uhJUpiZC712zrVffH6q6ykd6T9XTOZVRcgCootXxRuGCA7rIELnGlGzrdPIAzA0OqhM23JQw7200uuX1GHdI0YfRZL1fWMKWzxNK_uQSimyvR5xiU/s1600-h/049.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPKOJ6y1EwRYoUtNDdY-4-2u1Gj-uhJUpiZC712zrVffH6q6ykd6T9XTOZVRcgCootXxRuGCA7rIELnGlGzrdPIAzA0OqhM23JQw7200uuX1GHdI0YfRZL1fWMKWzxNK_uQSimyvR5xiU/s400/049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350283863782287458" border="0" /></a>Meg was having a pretty long conversation with this llama. <br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGGNVMw4MeapWLhx89OhO8_l9jvO3LL724qAluLrNQv3IGwrmf2j5gz6boB9a2N9pIQ5PThw9QdkuIXviCWWaqGz6ta9yGMc2Dh-tO6pgj8EGEW0tsPQmuRQxpz6HEO_4JHhWDkdkNaUI/s1600-h/044.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGGNVMw4MeapWLhx89OhO8_l9jvO3LL724qAluLrNQv3IGwrmf2j5gz6boB9a2N9pIQ5PThw9QdkuIXviCWWaqGz6ta9yGMc2Dh-tO6pgj8EGEW0tsPQmuRQxpz6HEO_4JHhWDkdkNaUI/s400/044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350283688691445410" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9MgE5re1l-ORw2VOVcKAntiSilgsLggBWlzi2ohCBspJ9bonpttBNNrzht9tQD6eUBkKXOClx_VRhHH8I-1xFnMMs4uwUeY9Uf5yDUDE2067Kc1wvjb9z8OyEwY0xgLP5EYzaKRbZVdM/s1600-h/043.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9MgE5re1l-ORw2VOVcKAntiSilgsLggBWlzi2ohCBspJ9bonpttBNNrzht9tQD6eUBkKXOClx_VRhHH8I-1xFnMMs4uwUeY9Uf5yDUDE2067Kc1wvjb9z8OyEwY0xgLP5EYzaKRbZVdM/s400/043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350283681132546914" border="0" /></a>Will loved being free to roam around and he loved looking at all the animals. <br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf3ss0XeqN7H1BA0rBiwRHeDVVL1EYlbvXKLcbl3cM0rnjdTbv_oBdRRIczgR4-xJcfVa_SaKqyJlKRdvzDS0pFqQo3I5eEtYip_2qkzGea9F_LBFL_IGW3EF41d2zm1C8KEL82nfrdJs/s1600-h/035.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf3ss0XeqN7H1BA0rBiwRHeDVVL1EYlbvXKLcbl3cM0rnjdTbv_oBdRRIczgR4-xJcfVa_SaKqyJlKRdvzDS0pFqQo3I5eEtYip_2qkzGea9F_LBFL_IGW3EF41d2zm1C8KEL82nfrdJs/s400/035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350283673693124098" border="0" /></a>This baby cow was a huge hit with my kids. He was really hungry too and kept eating our stroller, people's clothes, a little girl's hair. <br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUt8DZpADhIQdQVUWLQKfzgD0up64wAbSlmO_xWwfWFmMD_MWuaxz72sEh3j_LsPvspS3AkZeHp8v_-_SczlV6lA3ctebZje-O-Ba5SCvMMq0MGy-Twyp785uBBXopz3U3TKyvA4XMT9Q/s1600-h/032.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUt8DZpADhIQdQVUWLQKfzgD0up64wAbSlmO_xWwfWFmMD_MWuaxz72sEh3j_LsPvspS3AkZeHp8v_-_SczlV6lA3ctebZje-O-Ba5SCvMMq0MGy-Twyp785uBBXopz3U3TKyvA4XMT9Q/s400/032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350283665863319042" border="0" /></a>Laura Alvordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326695263884555009noreply@blogger.com5