tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70592787695876736512024-02-19T04:47:11.801-08:00Scadden Squigglesscaddensquiggleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13439195327028152415noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059278769587673651.post-45177434670976022952010-07-27T12:24:00.000-07:002010-07-27T12:33:53.275-07:00Cousin TimeWe kidnapped Lauren for the long weekend and exchanged the twins in return. They have been with Tina and Steve and Lauren has been with us. Kenna has enjoyed having her older cousin dote on her and play games constantly and at any given time! They have watched movies together, gone to the rodeo, drawn pictures, written stories, gone to a movie, made bracelets and just "hung out". Its been fun. Addy came over a couple of times and joined with them in their activities and Sadie came for the movie and nail painting activity.<br /><div><div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498670169492036882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt680Gx5AUPL7EwdwfXUUHmTaw6Xiwr0ll6_I-7rdHi2P8qtxDIRex1chmcqyB_kCrlD_-WTU8igMPuuyyEIu3EF9EVAbUiT5Ae68Ruas4yHbVeuqczvGtL9Yd9r6FuS_87cz0t-yeUrE/s400/img_0699.jpg" />Lauren, Kenna, Addy and Chandler on top of a mountain by our house. I wish I could have captured the view that is seen from that point.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498670534291452674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ6ldmFMQh_Yn_kb1sJfrKDF4etH02rokgF4NxVQsoaE7Z8sQx2Tw4EOozDZZIHvyBeJI22rG5XgrO5NQvG_H5LITceyYTP6AVR3YwdSZD8CAwAuB9BKq7pig1qrVSuSuUAI96phdbsW8/s400/img_0701.jpg" />Three girls before crawling under the covers...Kenna, Addy and Lauren!</div><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 352px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498670903345169026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2HGTUI-yRiyQQaW-29jpbbjAfejQXz3DpZoFKtgbjrtKsy8c9BYBT30oD7BVGiVmapKzJGqCOkVw4K-SDOlf2CAzvnYFAn37kIkrD2kbaNsAM12v2SMTpvl0dFR_dUvXYlrQ0qXLzMrM/s400/img_0703.jpg" />Lots of fun with various toe nail polish. It is interesting how they all wore flip flops. Could it be in the blood?<br /><div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>scaddensquiggleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13439195327028152415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059278769587673651.post-57707041707110056592010-07-19T11:17:00.000-07:002010-07-19T11:26:35.217-07:00New Resolution: Take More Pictures<div>OK - So, we have had an eventful month. Lots of out of town visitors have come, Russ had his 20 year HS Reunion, the boys and Russ went to Fathers/Sons with the Scadden Uncles and male cousins, and we've had some vacation time with dad here and there. What do I have to show for it? Basically....Nothing but embedded images in my mind. I failed yet again to take pictures. I could blame it on the fact that our camera was lost in March or the undeniable truth that Brenna took her camera with her to MS, or even the reality that the camera I really want is too expensive. Truthfully, I'm just a loser mom who has not documented all the events taking place through pictures. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I decided today when I saw how large our garden has grown and the produce it is giving us, I needed to find another solution. Thus, I'm going to use my phone camera to take pictures of everything I can until I can afford to get the good camera Russ and I have been eyeing. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I did manage to get this picture of my kids and Drew Robertson playing with them at the Herriman Beach. It has been fun to have Drew over to play with the boys...sort of a second generation thing. His dad, Mike, grew up with me and we hung out tons during our teenage years. I can't count the number of homes we toilet papered! Good times! Anyway, Drew has been in town visiting his aunt and came to stay the evening with my boys, played at the beach, joined the neighborhood group of boys in night games, and in general...fit in like an old shoe.</div><div> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495685286666177538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidiajFr8szsOBDVWyzNKstvodbP9ynvUdp8KvxgRUys13FG-wXoJH8pDMfjbVcAJ4wEAGdD9SeoYQayA8SWy1KP1O5umyAHg2X-NFCwkVZg4YrFcZRMVbEjlRmym85eiZIqJt5rvu1O2M/s400/img_0690.jpg" /></div>scaddensquiggleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13439195327028152415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059278769587673651.post-11376707865209585352010-07-10T11:24:00.000-07:002010-07-11T06:09:36.376-07:00Brenna, The July-Absent Member of our Family<div align="center"> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 349px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492345738128240818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfbNY5LQtHBQzPQ0o7Mh5ZoBfc6LBg_m5plSN9Jj4FQUr0ILYrRoTeA4z4gfGDL5nqWroDFZu_YQ9ZCsD41gblyxy2gicysjnD3feB2HPXuSL286cb4iWXhMEnwTXUfkA1iuR96vktd-o/s400/100_2447.jpg" /> Russ and I picked up Brenna this morning from EFY and are happy to have her home with us for a few days. She had a great time, obtained keen insight to gospel questions (deep concepts) and is currently washing and packing to leave for MS early next week. I don't know how we are going to function without her but I'm so very glad she has this opportunity to visit family, help with a new baby and find out further of what great stuff she is made. Love you Brenna-Brat!<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 403px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 358px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492634309487459346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWtROXYtMOR2HaigFk-iBb89M9p4NK9U_b7X6eY_6ohVD2g_Cy55T_cPKj46UOxpFb_fd15_u7OQ86yVknfq7bwwkIJJAcdsqAb97zICbzhktyXuHlwO6TQ-yDuiA1LGhKJTSVeswXI94/s400/Brenna+EFY.jpg" />(Her group of girls at EFY 2010.)<br /><br /></div>scaddensquiggleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13439195327028152415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059278769587673651.post-27058059518497225472010-07-06T16:49:00.000-07:002010-07-06T17:00:49.434-07:00With a bit of enthusiasm and a touch of sadness......2010 All Star Season has come to a close. Our fourth of July weekend was spent running to and from the ballfield, up to Kaysville for extended family pictures, washing uniforms, parades and more baseball. <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gFHMXQvJ1lI5LgfCKDJOsglvexHLQDN3TkbCetSGqozJcssHC9eFLwIFCLitDDQDqAKk4ajmFK2K-kLfB1x68T_aSMYfQJya55iLaGrFucvJ7rcDxMtcTTX_8xsBGsI-SmS6iE9Zy_w/s1600/Tanner+pitching+2010+All+Stars.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490945089208016866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gFHMXQvJ1lI5LgfCKDJOsglvexHLQDN3TkbCetSGqozJcssHC9eFLwIFCLitDDQDqAKk4ajmFK2K-kLfB1x68T_aSMYfQJya55iLaGrFucvJ7rcDxMtcTTX_8xsBGsI-SmS6iE9Zy_w/s400/Tanner+pitching+2010+All+Stars.jpg" /></a> Tanner is a bit fierce on the mound as this picture shows. He did well in this tournament hitting and even slugged some balls that I thought were nearly out of the park.<br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj922zQcwz0x91cVmwWCU9QZ1HI49upuwgYw-RtBAg4gngw0X3d02lcehe78soqfQoozy51GLLey4CLMboOYkKm7lRWEZSiKV7f33AZvEThew9t1GxbGOsM7FHEFHBDn06hYJCtOxr7gdg/s1600/On+bench,+Tanner+with+team.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490944968860434210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj922zQcwz0x91cVmwWCU9QZ1HI49upuwgYw-RtBAg4gngw0X3d02lcehe78soqfQoozy51GLLey4CLMboOYkKm7lRWEZSiKV7f33AZvEThew9t1GxbGOsM7FHEFHBDn06hYJCtOxr7gdg/s400/On+bench,+Tanner+with+team.jpg" /></a> The team was concentrating on what was before them. They had warmed up but not yet played (notice their uniforms are yet white) and the team they were facing had a reputation for being relentless. Our boys did their best but alas, the reported opponent was a bit harsh.</div><div> </div><div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZBNjhrDmg5cvV3TJeyAw7UX8H1sV-hEv5haTdEG-xbNpoP__KyTCKmlcxGM4jr02LZ2yj2EEUU4QBRrNllxFZFO8tHraRWyO6WGIqvmZgLPSSnHqAUx4DKKaH7dsllI48HntwyB0_jC8/s1600/black+and+white+all+stars+2010.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490944820538120434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZBNjhrDmg5cvV3TJeyAw7UX8H1sV-hEv5haTdEG-xbNpoP__KyTCKmlcxGM4jr02LZ2yj2EEUU4QBRrNllxFZFO8tHraRWyO6WGIqvmZgLPSSnHqAUx4DKKaH7dsllI48HntwyB0_jC8/s400/black+and+white+all+stars+2010.jpg" /></a> The black and white photo of the Herriman 12 & U All Star's Baseball Team!<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>scaddensquiggleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13439195327028152415noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059278769587673651.post-30528555772160961852010-07-01T07:24:00.000-07:002010-07-14T18:46:54.187-07:00Herriman Days Parade<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglW-z-5eRDawOID-1S4yt7tEpm1__RBaiPYqP8lh0_8zfmeR-RZXiNSnBoiToqliACxjgXojl0mXHUM0ArmtJYhFF4lvc8R-zCYwaKXsXHF1XGBixxOr7D8qF3uCidvZ_8MECHq2H9ZnM/s1600/img_0687.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488944178188296738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglW-z-5eRDawOID-1S4yt7tEpm1__RBaiPYqP8lh0_8zfmeR-RZXiNSnBoiToqliACxjgXojl0mXHUM0ArmtJYhFF4lvc8R-zCYwaKXsXHF1XGBixxOr7D8qF3uCidvZ_8MECHq2H9ZnM/s400/img_0687.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"> This past weekend was the Herriman City Days Celebration. Saturday morning's activities began with a very long parade. Since we are closely associated with the Herriman Community Garden (and have a plot there this year to grow our vegetables), the French Family and our family put together a "garden type" float. Our kids rode on the trailer and threw candy and seed packets. I was quite surprised at the number of people who came out to support the parade. Herriman is a relatively small place but still, there were 77 floats/trailers...not to mention people attending the parade!</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLEB56AYRUFAh_l00_YZl90SH6nHME7UpNlN4HsLuhvWBa8jz2AhxMcSHLMeaBM0mijp8JwTRy-b3pDse7kzUCkXvbPpZxQ6E6X2ptN6H1_8hxgIERjmkpd8R4Ro4FIOZKhH-5D0Yt9Sg/s1600/img_0686.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488944074588420754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLEB56AYRUFAh_l00_YZl90SH6nHME7UpNlN4HsLuhvWBa8jz2AhxMcSHLMeaBM0mijp8JwTRy-b3pDse7kzUCkXvbPpZxQ6E6X2ptN6H1_8hxgIERjmkpd8R4Ro4FIOZKhH-5D0Yt9Sg/s400/img_0686.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;">The kids were getting hot as we were preparing to start our journey in the lineup. The sun was out and it was 90 degrees at 9:30 in the morning this day!</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;"><br /></span><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ue8nXBROE5ErIjFwGBmV1PlrS2QknW0suVxg31L3QvfBwfbJwfKO0I85TuHPuTS9FFitWc0TJ4UuRyDIXDDn0MaqCzpLuja_ovXFrg17PtBYfZGDwb8em834uJUHH4wfunM0wp4JbMI/s1600/img_0684.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488943826328901458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ue8nXBROE5ErIjFwGBmV1PlrS2QknW0suVxg31L3QvfBwfbJwfKO0I85TuHPuTS9FFitWc0TJ4UuRyDIXDDn0MaqCzpLuja_ovXFrg17PtBYfZGDwb8em834uJUHH4wfunM0wp4JbMI/s400/img_0684.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"> Chandler got out of the trailer a little later with the older boys and marched up and down the road handing out goodies to the younger children sitting on the curb. He really thought he was super special and just as big as everyone else. I wish I had captured a picture of his big smile.</span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 348px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488946228578277170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiivyK4XTUjtlSyPSyXwk9EWF5YdvPqu6GzNPOzGyQtk8mp7jwzG5SyrieMWsVqVynhUMMQvi-opu7fJYncPG8qLFNNzloP1xOl3ARzC3kp9bIXsOpEkYHzC-67-_ekP0O7z_0ZNB2getQ/s400/img_0681.jpg" /> <div></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;">Later that afternoon, we attended Tanner's All-Star game. Though his team lost this game, he pitched four innings and only walked 2 players the entire game! I've never seen him so confident on the mound. It was a good feeling to watch him conquer his nerves and do so well!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;">Steven Lord came to the ballfield to join us and spent the night with us. We grilled and then attended the evening festivals at the park. <em>Jerrico Road</em> performed and then they had quite a fireworks performance. Steven and the kids road on some of the carnival rides during the evening hours. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;">Sunday morning, our bishopric was changed. I know Bishop Hess needs a break - as does his family. However, it was a sad day for me. So many experiences and tiny miracles occured when we were moving into this house and Bishop Hess was a part of those...though he is unaware of how he played a part during many of those occurrences. He has been influential in Brenna and Tanner's lives, as well as my primary age children. The morning was bitter-sweet!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;">Our new bishopric will be awesome too. The bishop is a fun loving man with a great heart. His counselors will be very supportive and helpful as well. Russ was called to serve as the Executive Secretary and will be busier. Thats okay though. We felt change coming and I'll take this change over bishopric any day. :)</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span></span></div><br /><div></div></div></div>scaddensquiggleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13439195327028152415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059278769587673651.post-88777774209501805772010-06-27T21:11:00.000-07:002010-06-27T21:21:23.599-07:00While the Manager is Away...<span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487673058403458098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNvZlNhl-nDPcBENunsk7zihiVJO8dC2mIcDOQ_mjhF5ThcL-EpSHIGwRoyNkFvAXvisrZquiVNvTyce0AeERugZwUeJKHI2hm2foz55iHVjZAwzaco2c1drVhBGgiWGKITh4AIfr7Cl0/s400/img_0661.jpg" /></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;">A week ago Russ's manager, Jed, was out on vacation. He left Russ in charge of all of the manager's meetings as well as a few other tasks. The first mistake Jed made was leaving his office open. It seems the guys would rather pull pranks than eat lunch or go home in the evenings. They rolled Jed's office in foil - big time. It was such a great job, I had to blog with pictures for all to see.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487672957585470322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitO4ZTBNTg273rrYMKM4MCzyND-9EIEjfG5TeW-shuNooY5IWjYSxgZUSR8grnxu3sum-GLMzhHNigEM2PqfWsLfhTRUFVNgZpfVAy361BYhvDyqcQGa6Qwdkd7lfGgkybUxo987KnMT8/s400/img_0669.jpg" /><br /></span><div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"> Nothing escaped the foil roll....<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487672837629782690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjovCwla1U4BNcijF4lj8ql9g7L_16d6ughPV2VUmH2sXS0fdewsNKJHZPnRsFpvevRRc5dauQunhvmB0cviif9Df9TPkjRFeUjSzNa2h7tJk8R3ikMqGp_xKLwaMXZ-hHGKP3QDo9cX_Y/s400/img_0668.jpg" /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;">Not even the books, pens or pictures!<br /><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC2gQ1eoAUDmPsQkzOrihrTNw1NUrt7FBGY_71b6hYnukjF5RLeLadvXRM62OnbqO6yt9So-CV6b6C3ZOyvMhCSKcgChfeAyMkSAUC2ndW8h-DeJhe9WUkxhRzi87L7a71eNBJnt-Brd8/s1600/img_0660.jpg"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487672675525216322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC2gQ1eoAUDmPsQkzOrihrTNw1NUrt7FBGY_71b6hYnukjF5RLeLadvXRM62OnbqO6yt9So-CV6b6C3ZOyvMhCSKcgChfeAyMkSAUC2ndW8h-DeJhe9WUkxhRzi87L7a71eNBJnt-Brd8/s400/img_0660.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"> My favorite is the plant. Oh, I forgot to mention an important aspect of this prank. The morning Jed came back to work, the guys had a strobe light hooked up, further "shining" the room. Needless to say, Jed worked in shades that first day!<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>scaddensquiggleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13439195327028152415noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059278769587673651.post-80433396494087170332010-06-25T08:02:00.000-07:002010-06-25T08:16:19.833-07:00Mom, the Head Delinquent<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486727492221880674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6SpGcCl8i-ePg7aIowffegKpAyIN6m5J9SKY2mcced2vhAmaK471WKtjAuhSjtH3dcf7n8zxn_lizQuBva9sPSdk_jsqVZAYD_r8eEdPX_Z12kpIDtj93dLFYiwBYtekA4RMamEEIk2o/s400/img_0671.jpg" />OK. So I realize there is only a week left of this hideous year round school schedule. Still, I couldn't resist my kid's pleadings that I let them stay home and play at the Herriman Beach. I justified it by looking at my calendar and seeing that Brenna is going to be gone most of the summer. This was one of the few beautiful days where they could lounge and play together. (At least the justification SOUNDS good. My kids know I'm a sucker for keeping them home and playing - especially when sun, sand and water is involved!)<br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDcGhQ7d_zsgh_iPdJhnlxmT7MFrphfrMQbv7Y6wnQevyvkwewWL1-C5D5uGceK4CNFgArnE0Z5XAGy3F7fJ9VAbyi3jaOJwZAkPaoGGsMQiPLYhsQeLYHkBBQsyN8IZukyY1FxB1EvWE/s1600/img_0674.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486727705276364850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDcGhQ7d_zsgh_iPdJhnlxmT7MFrphfrMQbv7Y6wnQevyvkwewWL1-C5D5uGceK4CNFgArnE0Z5XAGy3F7fJ9VAbyi3jaOJwZAkPaoGGsMQiPLYhsQeLYHkBBQsyN8IZukyY1FxB1EvWE/s400/img_0674.jpg" /></a></div><div>Chandler had so much fun "learning" to build a sand castle. He is shown here gathering water for the mote.</div><div> </div><div><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486728058082107058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3XK9IhjwzRhvMinuHrClw5c_7KuXwulrs91QzvYzcgzUN0-nvzgujLMTyxjnizJBfIVLb7rxSnoSJqvdopK2xmlSwty8oGJFU4Ik-xHm7i6b5LTpu6mXtmDWuCSfKKHiGt1omhIx98o4/s400/img_0676.jpg" />Taylor, Carter and Tanner dug holes to crawl into. These pictures don't show the magnificence of their creations because I failed to get shots of their stellar hole digging skills at the end. (I could swear they are part canine after viewing their sand graves - )<br /><br /><div> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486727851428021394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5yyI3gN7qqCS2TIIQaOFLL7MYbH5hLDwHkuK6rdRuwtfvtPqCGtlzArSqYrSLeWk1W-gwZIUxa9KPHSOkOKdtNZz1IInfCs3VSIE4Ato_kx-5R-feK64dVqA2MbCiN4Bfb0niaNfQOD4/s400/img_0679.jpg" /></div>Tanner and Carter, in this shot, have built themselves a nice beach sand "hot tub". Their imagination made me laugh. :)</div><div> </div><div>It was a fun day and one we won't soon forget!<br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>scaddensquiggleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13439195327028152415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059278769587673651.post-9169348770156673562010-06-21T13:15:00.000-07:002010-06-21T13:19:12.369-07:00She's here....Finally!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHBZXpbNs6xH5ZO6SJLkrHNoDHL9oLG6b6SSztTocf8dL-rLtDUxXvdYAI2U9dp3qUGz6-ksEYoGWhX7dmmhBFNPuj3UzDGnycpMv-KIapTgLRWsv-R0VYLqYpWsAi4LxjWJwT9T57FWs/s1600/Karli+NewBorn.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 115px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485323446566456706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHBZXpbNs6xH5ZO6SJLkrHNoDHL9oLG6b6SSztTocf8dL-rLtDUxXvdYAI2U9dp3qUGz6-ksEYoGWhX7dmmhBFNPuj3UzDGnycpMv-KIapTgLRWsv-R0VYLqYpWsAi4LxjWJwT9T57FWs/s400/Karli+NewBorn.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">Karoleigh GraceLyn York, aka "Karli", arrived on Saturday, June 19th. Weighing in at 6 pounds, 13 ounces and measuring 21" long, she is a beauty! We're glad she has joined our (extended) family. This is Kristin's baby -</span><br /><div></div>scaddensquiggleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13439195327028152415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059278769587673651.post-47814184150352723392010-06-10T15:45:00.000-07:002010-06-10T15:59:23.084-07:00Tying Knots<span style="color:#990000;">So, Russ is actually in a state of denial/shock that I've begun crocheting. Anyone who knows me has probably questioned my sanity because well, this is typically far from anything I would ever sit down to do. Nonetheless, I'm spending my evenings in therapy - knot therapy, for I truly find it relaxes me. These are some of the baby gifts I've made recently.</span><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481280951191799858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvWlB-hOI5kbNrZOEJy7q5S7lEJPO52KQiThkthrUPzZTU_2rZVD7ag1-LdUd6fi_Hr0FYVJHAdglXeOUnh_zPHANtzAaSo_u9tqc6rg5vPHvhBpY12ugu__iMYsrb3NNw_zIwmA0_RvI/s400/img_0581.jpg" /><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#990000;">This "turtle blanket" is for my sister, Kristin, and her new baby that she hopes to birth sooner than later...</span></p><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481281385836555602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirtUnqd08WZoNKc3HCNvrCbx0uywOk8W5GvA6RKW4fTdV-WghFYKSH1dDfMICn_EQKT_HWOyeokLSyXUYUfWfUqCOv4GK9vGTtV0-aCMIcAA0-Jv3DmXW5EUCvjALSwvG3pyMG3ulQrYQ/s400/img_0632.jpg" /><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Also for little Karoleigh GraceLyn (aka "Karli"), is this ladybug blanket and burp cloth set. It was really fun to do this one.<br /><br /></span><br /><br /><p></p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481281607404225106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjXQwvm5YJ6aHqFEnYVxsbH2XlRkzwrz2mhIvCotcrqcegoSok1AYiNpWrXcmbvAxKP6OA76MLYiRneNsaS0Z1YzVKC0SlqkQzB4LIGNbzs6c8JfGadM1HlttOp0thMoJTmV6-C5Uh1io/s400/img_0646.jpg" /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="color:#990000;">Carter and Taylor's teacher is due to have her first baby - a girl - in a few weeks. Since her nursery theme is the moon and stars, we selected this print and I crocheted around this blanket for her room.</span> </span></p><p><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></p><p><br /><br /></p><p></p>scaddensquiggleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13439195327028152415noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059278769587673651.post-2234470648146077462010-06-07T06:40:00.000-07:002010-06-07T06:46:14.538-07:00Visitors<div><div><span style="color:#660000;">Well, we have had Robby and Paula here with their 3 children. It has been an eventful week as we went with them to the temple for the first time. They received their endowments in the Oquirrh Mountain Temple on Wednesday and then were sealed in the Bountiful Temple on Thursday. </span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480027235797451682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBDwJO8-lfNHhQO72Y0LB6WfPfWVGnVTy_2RrUFN8zpqiO5VmbLLlAa0CPcskigZgMCbozATSRr0EneovAxSwF0IdjO1ITk2VJ4BQ6sWhUSr3TzWNIQKisAceyxYg-2_Cfzu51CM_mwR4/s320/img_0655.jpg" /><span style="color:#660000;">These were some of the missionaries who worked with their family in Jackson. The RM on the left, Elder Carrin, had returned home on Wednesday from his mission and made it to the Bountiful Temple on Thursday for their sealing. Now THAT is dedication!<br /></span><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480027005135501026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzn494a5ZUyADoJw1D-VBphnNViOJXqiVnQykEwTnrxa2KtVyBw3Bwiv56t6GzMse_BPp0Jpko0_hgFNn2UwFD8ret_55qGvrTGvo0h3M2SKUGTpB9GAWRQ2qeo1tTRZl-FiX15VS1OvY/s200/img_0634.jpg" /></div></div>scaddensquiggleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13439195327028152415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059278769587673651.post-78332019591330459162010-05-30T14:37:00.001-07:002010-05-30T15:14:52.491-07:00Life's Markers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC9W6rsSq_Yg_sm6rhWyV37fV-HO6R-qxxDSDQpkkOj5CYrfik5LYmh0TJmewYMW0FRAxghxUt24zfTloKEuHLkc7CbMn9dKX_eaOFmLelPuoOIuNv2x1HqCjiTBy9_L79-JtPRJKqQTI/s1600/img_0620.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477186319294012962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC9W6rsSq_Yg_sm6rhWyV37fV-HO6R-qxxDSDQpkkOj5CYrfik5LYmh0TJmewYMW0FRAxghxUt24zfTloKEuHLkc7CbMn9dKX_eaOFmLelPuoOIuNv2x1HqCjiTBy9_L79-JtPRJKqQTI/s200/img_0620.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEingREiaLThAiSSWtdN8Ii6CRadjQeOxGLC58dL9BHfvUMkKtSj3gkIZhCxKECEcpeF7XxkyaCGhMnPSCvKr2p7EF9MBCHnuxq9RcyQYqcjg2t979EjSnekYBJQXfhAnGLf6RtVJ9MBIpg/s1600/img_0625.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 136px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477186654341894754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEingREiaLThAiSSWtdN8Ii6CRadjQeOxGLC58dL9BHfvUMkKtSj3gkIZhCxKECEcpeF7XxkyaCGhMnPSCvKr2p7EF9MBCHnuxq9RcyQYqcjg2t979EjSnekYBJQXfhAnGLf6RtVJ9MBIpg/s200/img_0625.jpg" /></a> <div><div><div><div><div><span style="color:#990000;">Chan's preschool graduation was a special night for him. It marked his passage into REAL SCHOOL. (Or so he thinks...) Next fall, watch out Pre-K because there will be a new man in town and he is ready to learn and be like "the big kids". When Chandler's teacher asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up, he quickly said, "a teenager". So it looks like mom and dad are going to have their hands full with this one for sure!<br /><br /><br /></span><div><div><div><div><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">Brenna has officially finished school and is technically classified as a high school freshman. It is hard to believe that she is a freshman and that I am a mother with a high school student! She aced all her classes (again) and has a full academic load lined up next year complete with a little R&R with the high school swim team. I'm glad she will have the social aspect back in her life but oh, how I'm going to miss my Brenna girl. [The last 1/2 of the academic year, she finished school with an online charter program taking Geometry, High School LA and Spanish - along with other classes.]</span></div><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477185460633077666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw4PJ7g7yPBMSwunzQnVPPbEhUq4MMVtITbmgcsNJp_VmnhupHu2psiaoyiPSL9uy5EyJodewdptFxYEqjZ012XQSfBBn52rhubJ6IUu0tzjQ3FKegrW-_RATbEmT8DQY823zbuYEBVZ0/s200/img_0634.jpg" />MeKenna had a project to reconstruct London in 3-D and give an oral report on her country. She did an awesome job presenting because she was well prepped by her older sister. Brenna and I were happy to help her get this project behind her and reclaim the kitchen space.<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjswac4xlYhgZ4rxjPoIXG-L724DaNy-hSAO39G5PR-CTBQW3_jvpb_VywGe38v4Sjalc_2acsOSXBW-m844RT9gkpXzi0zWLQIN_r4fw1YVye2PLiJLrEEH5qG3X_uroWscu1KbiyHdh4/s1600/100_2205.jpg"><span style="color:#990000;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 172px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 123px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477187703105063810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjswac4xlYhgZ4rxjPoIXG-L724DaNy-hSAO39G5PR-CTBQW3_jvpb_VywGe38v4Sjalc_2acsOSXBW-m844RT9gkpXzi0zWLQIN_r4fw1YVye2PLiJLrEEH5qG3X_uroWscu1KbiyHdh4/s200/100_2205.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#990000;"><br /></span><div></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">Carter and Taylor finished their football season and are looking forward to trying tackle football in the fall. They had fun with new friends and gained new skills on the field.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiONyo2NbMCeIw14iATsfS1ZFJITqipXjcyoSVwUXa-2L0iuf6Y45AtKsWujFLnUFKIAwEGfNyTVxKnDIAVp9uvDa1bOZGEdXl52l70W5u3otHuTgn6UthpK_Bku6uce3nib7IjM48VHBM/s1600/100_2166.jpg"><span style="color:#990000;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477188196391508994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiONyo2NbMCeIw14iATsfS1ZFJITqipXjcyoSVwUXa-2L0iuf6Y45AtKsWujFLnUFKIAwEGfNyTVxKnDIAVp9uvDa1bOZGEdXl52l70W5u3otHuTgn6UthpK_Bku6uce3nib7IjM48VHBM/s200/100_2166.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#990000;">Tanner's baseball season continues and though the team isn't doing very well, Tanner is holding his own on the mound. It has been a difficult season with an inexperienced coach. Sometimes it is amazing what we learn when we are placed in undesireable circumstances.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">As for Russ and myself, we are just doing well to survive the hectic days and the emotion that results from decisions others have made. I can't control choices that are made out of my realm but I am learning how better to cope with those decisions that impact my life. I've been blessed with wonderful friends who support me, allow me to cry on their shoulders and some who even insist on bringing my family dinner. With friends like that, I can get through these trials. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">In the end, I'm very grateful for Russ and my children. Most men don't listen but want to "fix" everything. Russ is good about validating my feelings and emotions, holding me when I need to cry, and lightening my load in the house. Sometimes he'll even take the kids out for "daddy time" and let me have time by myself. I love him so much! </span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>scaddensquiggleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13439195327028152415noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059278769587673651.post-50040024971911644872010-05-12T08:51:00.000-07:002010-05-12T09:50:56.865-07:00Playing Catch-Up with Modge Podge Events<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;">I have been slothful in keeping our blog updated as we have whizzed from one event to the next. After looking at the lack of pictures we have taken due to a loss of my camera, I decided to post a mirage of events into one posting with pictures taken from my handy-dandy phone. Thus, the title "Playing Catch-Up" becomes apropros.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;">We've been blessed with many visitors the past few months, all of </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpmtElL8FKsICnuLO67LI420hbtTgkIr0RdskdprVjCIjh2iTk49l4BOWBzR85lWhKDpKcddY5uvE40QnglgomlOBixrm9lVpLkETDeG5kLvbnyK77CgjQvNIMcxKlXgiz0izJoel5FgE/s1600/img_0607.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;">which we became aquainted with in Georgia. I can not express in words the feeling I have when I see a familiar "Georgia face". Deep down, I am giddy - while also very appreciative to Heavenly Father for continuing relationships. When I see our Texas friends, I feel the same way!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;">Anyway, our family friend Steven Lord came to visit one Sunday afternoon for a ch</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWObDmed0mEWUSi39qLTkNZJNKR5zPxkqs96KQljmwDxW1YfWgUTguleR6_51FbD7x1Ly2WeHkBCtCwwKkP1f_WV7SSKg2OdH06jcrFOoWsk9LAFgDFVJYcjO6GlHx5fDcCLcrrBgNyuc/s1600/img_0592.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470417086153453890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWObDmed0mEWUSi39qLTkNZJNKR5zPxkqs96KQljmwDxW1YfWgUTguleR6_51FbD7x1Ly2WeHkBCtCwwKkP1f_WV7SSKg2OdH06jcrFOoWsk9LAFgDFVJYcjO6GlHx5fDcCLcrrBgNyuc/s200/img_0592.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;">imichanga dinner. He played with the kids on the tramp and then everyone roasted marshmallows that evening as we sat around talking. We haven't seen Steven since he left on his mission 3 years ago. He looks really good and has grown so much - physically and spiritually. I witnessed a maturity in him that was gained during our 3 year absence. (Hopefully it wasn't gained BECAUSE he was away from us for three years though!) We hope to see more of him. I don't have pictures of Brandon Clay's Sunday afternoon visit with us. Maybe the next time he is around, we'll snag some and get them on a post.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;">Lee-Lee H</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgirElNqo9WmQqrRkA_VXKE20TtmOo11_PHlhf3QzTEvXGdyCVgPGzPIEFuO4NtAHDs9iK5cn036RGJtdtDSYWo_sA6WhC2WUMU9nMIczNSu2e4yXkip7lkYuzlyAGW2BZaEkF2-UyCOMI/s1600/img_0599.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470417318405677874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgirElNqo9WmQqrRkA_VXKE20TtmOo11_PHlhf3QzTEvXGdyCVgPGzPIEFuO4NtAHDs9iK5cn036RGJtdtDSYWo_sA6WhC2WUMU9nMIczNSu2e4yXkip7lkYuzlyAGW2BZaEkF2-UyCOMI/s200/img_0599.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;">ughes and Ruthie Hughes Meacham brought little Chase to visit us shortly after he was born. Chandler couldn't get enough of him and was very attentive to this baby's gestures and stretches. Russ and I took the kids to Provo for Chase's blessing and went with the family afterwards to Santaquin for a brunch. I wish I had captured on camera Chandler and CJ playing together, but the one picture I did manage turned out blury. I'm sad Ruthie and Todd are moving but hope they visit Utah often and we get to "hook up". We've known Ruthie since she was about 12 and watched her grow, marry and have children of her own. Talk about making us feel old! We really hope Lee-Lee continues to come and visit. I've missed her so much and was very grateful to be able to spend some time with her one evening driving around!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;">Tanner is the starting pitcher for his baseball team and is keeping his pitch-count down most games. He has worked hard and his loser mom has not gotten any pictures of him on the mound this season to post. (She'll have to work on that!) Also, the "mom" needs to work on gathering pictures of Carter & Taylor playing spring flag football. We weren't able to convince the twins to play baseball and it broke our hearts. However, they are old enough to make their own sporting decisions so I am keeping my fingers crossed they'll go back to the diamond next year! </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;">Chandler is playing t-ball for the first time and what an experience it has been. It is fun to watch Russ coach the team and bond further with little ChanMan. The kids are so cute out on the field watching the ball </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpmtElL8FKsICnuLO67LI420hbtTgkIr0RdskdprVjCIjh2iTk49l4BOWBzR85lWhKDpKcddY5uvE40QnglgomlOBixrm9lVpLkETDeG5kLvbnyK77CgjQvNIMcxKlXgiz0izJoel5FgE/s1600/img_0607.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 153px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470417603604981298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpmtElL8FKsICnuLO67LI420hbtTgkIr0RdskdprVjCIjh2iTk49l4BOWBzR85lWhKDpKcddY5uvE40QnglgomlOBixrm9lVpLkETDeG5kLvbnyK77CgjQvNIMcxKlXgiz0izJoel5FgE/s200/img_0607.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;">roll past them. You can almost see the light go on in their heads with the electricity spreading to all the players at the same time as they suddenly kick it into gear and chase the ball - ALL of the players at once...to the SAME location! Once in a while there is a little bit of a struggle to convince a player to throw the ball and where to get it to. Its a good thing they don't keep score for this age group. Each player bats and runs the bases every inning. Chandler gets excited because he "hits homeruns" all the time. :)</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;">Russ has been working very hard the last month with a side project and regular ful</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWIHqKJHVFWaMbECpqYacxsy9lKIVXqxbSO25uBba1Lf8n30gbgg5mOxhp8CuO5LjlmpKn3Y2Ib-TUyhLtcNd8u8GEKB2eAi_fEYf41XuNftnYNlo603Xm_DrWpIYp_p7acHpkq6tuNts/s1600/img_0610.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470418888052618050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWIHqKJHVFWaMbECpqYacxsy9lKIVXqxbSO25uBba1Lf8n30gbgg5mOxhp8CuO5LjlmpKn3Y2Ib-TUyhLtcNd8u8GEKB2eAi_fEYf41XuNftnYNlo603Xm_DrWpIYp_p7acHpkq6tuNts/s200/img_0610.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;">l time work. He had some extra free time this last week and took Chandler fishing for the first time. It must be in the hormones because I've never heard a girl talk about a fishing trip for as long or as consistent as ChanMan. He would fish morning, noon and night if someone would take him. Our biggest problem is that we don't really have fish lovers at the house. Maybe he could start a business and sell his profits of the day? Russ says everytime he casts into the water, he gets a bite. Hmmmm....We'll have to think about this one. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470418228604397602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzVrR0vjnVCStTrPk-OW7IbaN7yybgNDanK2__unkw8dQ4KznGUgMcvJSOtLU6JWfgms8pyBIMvik4nlacLnefJD9B6ve5up1D8vlJileRQzMbktI1JyIISA96K5wFIwGPZM1JmJ9a5M0/s200/img_0601.jpg" /></span> </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;">One other thing that I do have pictures for this last month is my niece's baptism. Here is Kenna with Addy. Lately, Kenna can't get enough "Addy time". A positive about our move is the witnessing of cousins becoming good friends.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBiV4t102DIfzvBhIo7b5aJ3yrr8CIWxS-iUV_UfWrGZCJz1UF3eVz7XHquvb7XrU7ExRPF_3pGj5ihFCo_N8QEHQ_2ExC195OG45e6e5Mv218-JD-fETyM3WB_uqG5yOOYKuV-1vngrw/s1600/img_0602.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470419246579883602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBiV4t102DIfzvBhIo7b5aJ3yrr8CIWxS-iUV_UfWrGZCJz1UF3eVz7XHquvb7XrU7ExRPF_3pGj5ihFCo_N8QEHQ_2ExC195OG45e6e5Mv218-JD-fETyM3WB_uqG5yOOYKuV-1vngrw/s200/img_0602.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;">Brenna is in this picture with her cousins, Lauren and Amanda. I wish I had the picture I took of these three together playing dress up when they were little girls. They aren't so little anymore. Where does time go?</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;">Last but not least, Russ had his birthday on Mother's Day. With our running around last month, we decided a quick get away was <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 85px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 143px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470421134619196498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijjLCCUqrhBESHOOP2COyV15b518biv7Urq69lsk44mLnr-5ju6PDCKo9NxupSZ8InCIHzCK81dmuVEIXtvP-dEEiBeHy2ZEM0lLi1gASfydgalHtmuxAQCUpe8ea9fbix-9MVis7qwxk/s200/img_0612.jpg" />in order. We're very grateful for our children's help in keeping the house picked up and allowing us to be away for a night at Park City. It wasn't cold but it wasn't warm either. The weather was perfect - and so was the company!</span></div>scaddensquiggleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13439195327028152415noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059278769587673651.post-67825089878320972832010-04-21T07:49:00.000-07:002010-04-22T15:13:47.910-07:00Soil Therapy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmr8Vu102o5y5PUq76AD6lnPyzqVHy3MzH76F0ZoC18Z5419WbT0bJa1_Ian4J5ukaPh0ROjTP1cqQOeLJEuwFxIajqJf7sVtoy9tVKJg1f2wyFGfUrQ4K3L3x4HDUSB4LIlU06neXPBA/s1600/img_0590.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462606405027798178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmr8Vu102o5y5PUq76AD6lnPyzqVHy3MzH76F0ZoC18Z5419WbT0bJa1_Ian4J5ukaPh0ROjTP1cqQOeLJEuwFxIajqJf7sVtoy9tVKJg1f2wyFGfUrQ4K3L3x4HDUSB4LIlU06neXPBA/s320/img_0590.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;">There is something therapeutic about soil on the hands. Russ and I celebrated our 15 year anniversary by pulling out the old dead pine tree and replacing it with a smaller, ALIVE version! I would have liked to have put a larger tree in its place but the small one we planted was $150 so we decided we'll just have to let it grow to the size we have in mind.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"></span></div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462607293783651538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO2cYyr0MmqBfuAVMRAf9F_kNLG38mbfYoo7xSfkLjlkaZrB_Svq4naC3fVyCt9szOP-eKSFk_Y4JIjQwSqeTducc2suUk2dcqK5JYgcaWMs5SGHP6Q_F1hg1DY99_4xm9SpR34-EtRiM/s320/img_0588.jpg" />Here is a shot from inside the car just after we hooked up a tow-pull and yanked the dead tree out. It came out quite easily...too easily, in fact!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLoXOPlvl2-CxjnjNz_4mDaOw5nYdUoKYdtX2P_FQz5n4nno-s5kE6WfDR1k_AFGOpfVbeWhMWqt87y4SvsHQPVDoB5tk7c6G7J1_mj2cOeOjUHdryNlOs3BZcF8LKLIMmxRA6f1DvtJY/s1600/100_2126.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 119px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 107px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462624688984049714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLoXOPlvl2-CxjnjNz_4mDaOw5nYdUoKYdtX2P_FQz5n4nno-s5kE6WfDR1k_AFGOpfVbeWhMWqt87y4SvsHQPVDoB5tk7c6G7J1_mj2cOeOjUHdryNlOs3BZcF8LKLIMmxRA6f1DvtJY/s200/100_2126.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"> </span><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;">After we planted the new tree in the front along with the three fruit trees in the back, I </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Wf2GgqNGXeY1qyNPCTcKiUsKBdNL4ChPgOFR54ymMhVXmdQWF9NrlCJVilgvS4WVs-SVHLmq2VpTOe8JoNHvtcxbuJ15WmNqh_PgXYFN8biZowSkHWT5vpv_maeL7AtlgN7Yzq4RZPw/s1600/100_2128.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462625078370705586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Wf2GgqNGXeY1qyNPCTcKiUsKBdNL4ChPgOFR54ymMhVXmdQWF9NrlCJVilgvS4WVs-SVHLmq2VpTOe8JoNHvtcxbuJ15WmNqh_PgXYFN8biZowSkHWT5vpv_maeL7AtlgN7Yzq4RZPw/s200/100_2128.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;">spent 3 days planting perinneals inbetween the rocks with great hope that they will spread throughout the years and make the area beautiful. We have a long way to go with the yard, but we are finally seeing a little progress. I planted petunias and violas in the front as well. If the snow would just stay away from us until fall.....keeping my fingers crossed!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6mgm8xaBP5mZ2dW8it3oz8ekE_HOmnmS7GuuuqRBeTwjhfb_EwjSeCxuKWek9d8K9_-E8POKFtHxkLfmyOvDOCn_VRSecV6JkABCPuAVvakrsGGu1Dpgul2Mp1W05LCjHcWpwu7fqPJw/s1600/100_2120.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462624187884664210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6mgm8xaBP5mZ2dW8it3oz8ekE_HOmnmS7GuuuqRBeTwjhfb_EwjSeCxuKWek9d8K9_-E8POKFtHxkLfmyOvDOCn_VRSecV6JkABCPuAVvakrsGGu1Dpgul2Mp1W05LCjHcWpwu7fqPJw/s200/100_2120.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;">We are super excited about the fruit trees in the backyard. At the nursery, we found that many of the trees have been grafted to contain several varieties of fruit. We bought a peach tree with 5 different grafts and a cherry tree with 4 kinds of cherries. (One of the cherry varieties is Rainer - my favorite cherry. It has a whitish/yellowish skin with some streaks of red throughout.) We also bought a Gala Apple tree and are excited for next year when the tree will start yielding fruit. For now, I'm enjoying the beautiful blossoms of the peach tree.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;">I have found that when depression or sadness sets in, I just need to get outdoors with the intention of making my hands and feet dirty. Maybe this is just the southern girl in me, but it is my personal therapy prescription! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;">Oh - Russ is also setting up some buckets for me to plant my tomato and pepper plants into. I've grown them from seeds and am excited for our salsa garden. We bought some water walls which are supposed to help the plant produce 6 weeks earlier and 6 weeks later without the weather playing a factor in production. I'm feeling like quite the farmer, but very happy in this role. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>scaddensquiggleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13439195327028152415noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059278769587673651.post-57180365622284646402010-04-05T17:14:00.000-07:002010-04-06T07:44:05.423-07:00MeKenna's Baptism<span style="color:#ffffff;">What a wonderful day we had for Kenna's baptism! She was the only child baptized from our ward and so we were able to cater the program around her and have everyone speak that she wanted. Brenna talked on baptism and Aunt Patti spoke on the Holy Ghost. Her siblings and cousins all sang, "If The Savior Stood Beside Me" and it brought tears to my eyes. She even had her own, personalized beautician inbetween the baptism and confirmation. What a princess she was and is! (Thanks again, Brindi!)</span><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456811874083646050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFjW4qWN3GD3Bk0WGa9mGlfQCn-oCSW5Dr1N-5YxZgFCOiHCZOcYc_Ov4oZKd1D1FTMm-JP7SrUIVAqWZ-pfwRUWrrqZ6F_32ITpad3EJv5xZ8_SAWFd47p-0dal7kWCaVhUX1ZWXXNO8/s320/100_1975.jpg" /></span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">Unfortunately, we lost our camera at the Stake Center so we don't have any of the pictures we took before hand nor the ones we took right afterwards.</span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">Everyone came back to the house after the baptism for pasta and alfredo, marinara or another sauce that Russ likes. We had homemade bread sticks, snicker salad, green salads, banana pudding, cake and Brindi's famous treat spread. Again, I don't have pictures because we lost our camera. :( </span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">One of the best surprises the day of Kenna's baptism was that the Gallups came to see Aunt Patti. It has been many years since they have visited so it was really nice to see them together. </span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">For journaling purposes, the following people attended Kenna's baptism: Russ, Debi, Brenna, Tanner, Carter, Taylor, Chandler; Brother Rick Uribe (Conducted), Sister Mia Chase, Grandma Carol Curry, Aunt Kristin & Uncle Michael York, Aunt Patti Alexander, (Cousins) John & Danika Pope, Dan & Suzanne Gallup, (Kenna's Teacher) Dannielle Petersen along with her husband and baby Carter; The North Family - Jed, Laura, Deven, Amber, Bubba, Jared, Mikel, Ciera, Taylynn, Taryn and Zane; Brindi Nichol; Grandpa Dean Scadden (who witnessed), Grandpa Richard Scadden (who witnessed), Grandma Marie Scadden, Aunt Tina & Uncle Steve Estoque with Brandon, Amanda, Lauren & Nate; Uncle Kory & Aunt Melanie Scadden with Sadie, Ian, Sam and Ava; Uncle Jeff & Aunt Stephanie Scadden with Addy, Tyson, Jackson and Boston; Aunt Lara & Uncle Chris Lifferth with Amelia; Mark Davis, Marcelo Gomez, Ruth & Todd Mecham with CJ, Mindy & Avery Houghton and Brother Reggie Rappley.</span></p><p></p><p></p><p></p>scaddensquiggleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13439195327028152415noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059278769587673651.post-89850018704837142662010-03-08T12:07:00.000-08:002010-03-08T12:12:57.307-08:00Arrow of Light Recipients<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib31r35ho5jdkvdpjSVYjj5vAk6wpythfaQEdVsH2tXjKr8xQJjdP-NFeTILEagovYYJaWXugh5ja9F0PXLp1H4gS3KIM4JfOk-TZNwZEgYYE_02pxVcZICzBP1_IWWHeBZlJ6CCqszYs/s1600-h/100_1601.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446357995721949682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib31r35ho5jdkvdpjSVYjj5vAk6wpythfaQEdVsH2tXjKr8xQJjdP-NFeTILEagovYYJaWXugh5ja9F0PXLp1H4gS3KIM4JfOk-TZNwZEgYYE_02pxVcZICzBP1_IWWHeBZlJ6CCqszYs/s320/100_1601.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmQ6G1tjbOZ1MRo1WIKR0JrKapBoX8OPL4iASI-k0NhXcmI-3q_WtIWleJ_O-wwCnNP_dorEUloQyvAwDgXreNnXgg_PUbgSf9QZahVsdpdFA_uW8rKNXE2rFA3gA8cexkZJAQlF28bew/s1600-h/100_1600.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446357819512228802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmQ6G1tjbOZ1MRo1WIKR0JrKapBoX8OPL4iASI-k0NhXcmI-3q_WtIWleJ_O-wwCnNP_dorEUloQyvAwDgXreNnXgg_PUbgSf9QZahVsdpdFA_uW8rKNXE2rFA3gA8cexkZJAQlF28bew/s320/100_1600.jpg" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">Carter and Taylor both received their Arrow of Light awards at Pack Meeting last month. Russ painted their faces and they lit the light/candles for each of the 7 virtues associated with this award. We're proud of our boys and their accomplishment!</span></div></div>scaddensquiggleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13439195327028152415noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059278769587673651.post-36843352741465789782010-02-28T17:47:00.001-08:002010-02-28T17:55:14.531-08:00Cookies, Cookies, Cookies<div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;">I just looked at my blog and realized I haven't posted in a couple weeks. Since I'm trying to keep this up better, I've been racking my brain about what I could write. </span></div><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"></span><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;">Basically, nothing is new. Our life is still crazy busy. Russ and I picked up the cookie order yesterday from the warehouse. Can you say Girl Scout Cookies everywhere? I have them stacked in our third garage - under lock and key! We delivered the cookies to the girls who had ordered them and now it is time for me to help MeKenna get her personal orders together and out to the various people she needs to deliver them to. This is a picture of our trailer loaded with cookies as we were preparing to leave the warehouse. We put the "other" kinds of cookies (is there REALLY anything else but Samoas?) into the back of the Suburban.</span></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCY8eDaqqQAMlPQMBXUHfmZ_4cebEOtFXT485rIO7mPBgrQNxecPhUGm52x1enMTTZS5Wamo354Dg00QcfZSTpRi_B-ixIjXjA8Y5D78dW_Ib1b5Nfe_Syt3JYnwK3E8I8C1L84uXNg3U/s1600-h/img_0557.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443477073505075554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCY8eDaqqQAMlPQMBXUHfmZ_4cebEOtFXT485rIO7mPBgrQNxecPhUGm52x1enMTTZS5Wamo354Dg00QcfZSTpRi_B-ixIjXjA8Y5D78dW_Ib1b5Nfe_Syt3JYnwK3E8I8C1L84uXNg3U/s320/img_0557.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcUsYH_ls1k6ekAKjkRnpbBS8ZNG39V0kd7Ft6DxL0pJqyoLXz_Uvp1NhWnQJm68qsqZt4zJMcPtUB8i6gSJ2-beQ3INQ1uCHwrmzwnRwVZY3zIgMkJcltPTcy7gRl9GIsIgkJZP320jM/s1600-h/img_0558.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443477437664268914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcUsYH_ls1k6ekAKjkRnpbBS8ZNG39V0kd7Ft6DxL0pJqyoLXz_Uvp1NhWnQJm68qsqZt4zJMcPtUB8i6gSJ2-beQ3INQ1uCHwrmzwnRwVZY3zIgMkJcltPTcy7gRl9GIsIgkJZP320jM/s320/img_0558.jpg" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6VhNCxp12xeByIIMei0vYJRTph2yr8usPoIem9mBahyiPOZufBq4ktKa6cwCfY6JZXUT_5e0_VNmi3V0bRcTJ9W6bi0f_EwgPXvad_vUZ0TCv3SnyWiag8OzvKuuYZtZGumJAON6WODY/s1600-h/img_0558.jpg"></a></div>scaddensquiggleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13439195327028152415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059278769587673651.post-58689335338390817242010-02-18T08:57:00.000-08:002010-02-18T09:17:06.843-08:00Happy Birthday, Kenna-Girl!<span style="color:#990000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439629134741491858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixBLbbFMwd66eapn-D_-bfiHpCMZSDqhV36Mv1R0IICYlFSxVFPhDuP4yj8r8C1YJe0MTEhUeN_TzJsezTVhjq6F2pGOkaDMa7Urf8FfLffvj6APGwuk2un4Bnq-pB3pOK6QL_Pt2KguM/s320/027-_DSC4071.jpg" /> My beautiful MeKenna is now 8. I have yet to figure out how time has slipped through my fingers! Kenna is full of life, love and is THE socialite of the family.<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><span style="color:#990000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439629852345517282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid215_toX6NOLSo71c1gHyZf8CJkwqRV8j6tDb9KkIImOv9Gbyw6F4LT9uSLJpARPdMRAmjqWufVs_CW8DpBibF_3dGU8GGBhQHv_-ldoPDho4I7WAb0GAsSQvUpjxrJXlBlTXH8ff0KE/s320/Mommy+%26+MeKenna.JPG" />I was thinking about the first time I ever layed eyes on my sweet princess. We were so happy to have another little girl in our family - finally! How sad I was when they whisked her off to NICU for a few days. How happy I was that the NICU experience would be nothing like Tanner or the twins! </span><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#990000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439630448992591298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisELUHCy7lYAAYVEWyFUITbELKgDU9N_YF854UeNP0aXYPTeiHAkJiSEvZl8-I5ZlCokn7a8gjnKcTmzJAk7qvZ3U5X8reHg6RcqICGQlyBczCayjBQMjtjTu0Q5LoLdOOUlmrlCxmjLc/s320/Brenna+and+MeKenna.JPG" /></span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#990000;">Kenna: Everyone was so excited to have you come home. Your brothers were inquisitive and protective, but no one was more loving towards you than your big sister, Brenna. She adored you (and still does</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUouopj-IS5LxwLSgGsYxGbpnTMN96sPMgz7M5f8a4BZ43H8jwfZwwkzW810TclLY0FTaJXq8ixBRiiGObisDtvyjDxalaB2rscmSAZ1KB_3ylMqOHnCwxOtl4DIFD4UTB-poFsot4Gjo/s1600-h/045-_DSC4438.jpg"><span style="color:#990000;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439632379853598882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUouopj-IS5LxwLSgGsYxGbpnTMN96sPMgz7M5f8a4BZ43H8jwfZwwkzW810TclLY0FTaJXq8ixBRiiGObisDtvyjDxalaB2rscmSAZ1KB_3ylMqOHnCwxOtl4DIFD4UTB-poFsot4Gjo/s320/045-_DSC4438.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#990000;">)! I want you to know how special you are to us. I want you to know how much you add to the dynamics in our family and how I'm in awe of your spirit. I want you to always remember your Heavenly Father loves you and you really are a princess! I love you so much, even though you are a little "sassy". I guess that is what makes you Kenna though. I'm happy you have made the decision to be baptized and to wear your 2nd white dress. Someday after your mission, you'll put on your 3rd white dress and be somebody's else's queen but you'll always be our little princess. I love you so much, Kenna-girl!</span></p><p><span style="color:#990000;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#990000;">(Above: Here is proof of your natural "sassiness" that we laugh about so much!)</span></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p><br /></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>scaddensquiggleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13439195327028152415noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059278769587673651.post-90319803550483987492010-02-11T18:57:00.001-08:002010-02-11T19:16:51.877-08:00New Beginnings<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS_Dx6zeWhS_KtI6Y0XLFHmONTaVghS7yquBOGvMQD81TtT6b90lOx2WPMVvahfS1DtpQhALLiTb_11-NTjUwP8PzVD7chOKMlADmeAoNdOj6SRgZkCab2uBhN20jprCMRlAJYlYM1S-U/s1600-h/100_1520.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437185873480418866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS_Dx6zeWhS_KtI6Y0XLFHmONTaVghS7yquBOGvMQD81TtT6b90lOx2WPMVvahfS1DtpQhALLiTb_11-NTjUwP8PzVD7chOKMlADmeAoNdOj6SRgZkCab2uBhN20jprCMRlAJYlYM1S-U/s320/100_1520.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"> New Beginings is over and gone. The entire YW board put a lot of work into the theme of "Becoming..." Each table was decorated in a value color, a woman from the scriptures was assigned as "representative of that value" and one of our YW was assigned to spotlight her along with doing the centerpiece for that table. Brenna did Esther and focused on "Choice and Accountability". </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitkXqDmC3O7vttKxt7P-mUvZLSS-snYl94mDGs2UvslAGk2fqpyzn0Wenn1QrCx9joi_KmDzfClcpKLsypWkfpXEQJmDfkJqkuJPoz3rl6447INKiUT5Glk7yaZf_OSVDXDXkPDBDoZ6s/s1600-h/100_1514.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 306px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437186643422542594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitkXqDmC3O7vttKxt7P-mUvZLSS-snYl94mDGs2UvslAGk2fqpyzn0Wenn1QrCx9joi_KmDzfClcpKLsypWkfpXEQJmDfkJqkuJPoz3rl6447INKiUT5Glk7yaZf_OSVDXDXkPDBDoZ6s/s320/100_1514.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">We found "Who Is Your Hero" posters and displayed them at various points throughout the gym. A special musical number called "Daughter" was sung and then the girls learned and sang another song called, "Strong and Courageous" (this year's Mutual theme).</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi3ABXqNyG1tBwJ3_yORNegDOSYmEGfhZk0-tG5429Rosr7XP8XNFWABM7ZpCEoVtqLZb0bdpqs13hpIiMYIYCK5Zs5Y-91juzB85ERu_HS4tnw3ftmGKEkNJ48nBHTqFOVlWdOCzgT04/s1600-h/100_1522.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437187702299371970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi3ABXqNyG1tBwJ3_yORNegDOSYmEGfhZk0-tG5429Rosr7XP8XNFWABM7ZpCEoVtqLZb0bdpqs13hpIiMYIYCK5Zs5Y-91juzB85ERu_HS4tnw3ftmGKEkNJ48nBHTqFOVlWdOCzgT04/s320/100_1522.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">For weeks, the YW Presidency and their husbands have been meeting at our house to put together very simple boxes that we gave to the girls. The boxes were given with the idea that the girls could place inside the boxes items that are helping them to "become" their full potential or things they might use in their future homes. Here are a few boxes (with three different stains available) that we made - beneath one of the "Who Is Your Hero" poster (Mary and Baby Jesus). </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">We were also served an Italian dinner of pasta with our choice of Alfredo or Marinara sauce, homemade breadsticks and a Ceasar salad. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437189164045142386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEcqCSBWFA8f8PXf4JlRpA4xkAAPQjYLWFcIhWBhzbLGutA2DySOQ5yUI5QFU44mytTjHHeSjH-f9FMQTZoJB9ZSVbdNNwQctWM-s87YwvPr1xdGXHRmPR-BYO5XLw6RarYvGjrlLkNog/s320/100_1525.jpg" />Our rising Beehives were given these cute wreaths to wear for the night and to take home.<br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Today as I unwind, I'm grateful for the hard work that everyone put into the evening to make it a success. I'm also appreciative of sleep and the satisfaction that we did what we could to make the evening special for the girls. I just hope the girls know how much we love, admire and want to serve them!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>scaddensquiggleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13439195327028152415noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059278769587673651.post-45309360693889334322010-02-04T07:28:00.000-08:002010-02-04T07:42:01.294-08:00He listensI'm interrupting my latest blog pattern (of paying tribute to my children as individuals). The past few days have been extremely hard for me to get through. External issues have brought with them extra pressure, sleepless nights and much grief. <br /><br />I was listening to a series of talks on CD about Love. Dr. Lund sighted some interesting facts about the female brain which explains more of my dilemna. It seems that studies have proven at night - the female brain sleeps only 10%, with the remaining 90% being active. The old saying that men sleep through everything is also a proven fact. When they go to sleep, 70% of their brains sleep. Wow....What that would be like? At least now I understand I really HAVE been thinking through the night and it hasn't been my imagination. :)<br /><br />Anyway, I'm just writing to say how grateful I am for my marriage and for Russ. He supports me and helps me through tough times. He works hard for us and is helping me to face what lies ahead with optimism. My children are everything to me and for them, I'm also grateful. I realized this morning when I was laying in bed mussing over the trials that are before me that Heavenly Father is listening. I felt peace in my heart - even for a few small moments - before the "natural man" brought back all the doubt. (Laughingly): I sometimes think I need just a fraction of Brenna's faith thrown into my system so I would not panic. I'm going to work on that - and the fact that I know (and need to remember) that Heavenly Father is beside me!scaddensquiggleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13439195327028152415noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059278769587673651.post-59817565051176443902010-02-01T14:14:00.000-08:002010-02-01T14:20:29.540-08:00The Biggest Teddy Bear Ever...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMU2E3cTEdE7k5-gSS-1I9EgTIvWRiuJUiozesmb4tJuniaB6AtaTD51FUKJheNHKiEeFOIDtAoJVTFpcFNNIkb0m_kQsHvRemjO8wBnOY5ZoZfBAQRVQY_pAolffmgVIJv3omXKCHbxM/s1600-h/067-_DSC4384.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433402218992404818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMU2E3cTEdE7k5-gSS-1I9EgTIvWRiuJUiozesmb4tJuniaB6AtaTD51FUKJheNHKiEeFOIDtAoJVTFpcFNNIkb0m_kQsHvRemjO8wBnOY5ZoZfBAQRVQY_pAolffmgVIJv3omXKCHbxM/s320/067-_DSC4384.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Taylor has to be the best 10 1/2 year old snuggler ever! There is nothing like coming home after a tough day, getting up after a sleepless night or turning the corner and finding Taylor's arms open wide waiting to embrace you. His laugh is infectious and his easy going manner lets everyone know how welcome they are. Those around Taylor are comfortable. What a gift to be able to accept others regardless of their state of mind or state of being. I love you so much Taylor! You help ease my burdens even when I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders. You rock!</div>scaddensquiggleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13439195327028152415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059278769587673651.post-55272848466685693152010-01-28T07:22:00.000-08:002010-01-28T07:49:45.288-08:00Growing Up<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk6zlpbWmx6ixCQri_-14CE29iNkM5TjhubiEkBzKy5nvpowmPGgOsFZ94iKFnuYBYKZUiAGJ3_ATtzElM7JSfjcdpe7Dp5ZSb3T20IRHqDvSyyA600YG6fsu-2YYuZUISGB28jxMCF20/s1600-h/031-_DSC4124.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431811727447445074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk6zlpbWmx6ixCQri_-14CE29iNkM5TjhubiEkBzKy5nvpowmPGgOsFZ94iKFnuYBYKZUiAGJ3_ATtzElM7JSfjcdpe7Dp5ZSb3T20IRHqDvSyyA600YG6fsu-2YYuZUISGB28jxMCF20/s320/031-_DSC4124.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#663333;"> Last night, Russ and I left the twins home with our youngest two children (for the first time)while we ran to the church for the youth session of Stake Conference. The stake center is less than a mile away and we had neighbors home "on call" as well as a cell phone that the twins had in their possession if anything was needed. (We weren't gone <em>that</em> long either...) </span><span style="color:#663333;">Anyway, I have to brag about Carter and his stellar babysitting, child entertaining, pajama changing skills.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#663333;"> </span></div><div><span style="color:#663333;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#663333;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#663333;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#663333;"> </span><span style="color:#990000;">Chandler had a late nap and was wired more than is typical at night. Taylor was tired and went to bed, leaving Carter with the responsibility of an active, strong willed little boy. When we came home, Carter was still beside Chandler (and evidentally had not left his side all evening); was frustrated because Chandler had his own idea of when it was time to put on pajamas and consistently fought and took them off each time Carter dressed him; and was personally tired and a little upset that his twin brother had gone off to bed, leaving him with the bulk of the night. Still, Carter didn't give up and proved he can be responsible!</span></div><div><span style="color:#663333;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#663333;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#663333;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#663333;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#663333;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#663333;"> Typically, Taylor is our more responsible twin but Carter showed him up last night. Wow, Carter, you amaze me! When we taked about his evening as he was going to bed - he told me that he stayed with Chan because I asked him to. He also realized that Taylor was out for the count and it was up to him so he knew he had to step up to the plate. Carter is growing up! While this saddens me on one level, it also makes me so happy to know Carter will step up to responsibility if pushed. (We now need to help him initiate the leadership...but that will come as well!)</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#663333;"></span> </div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#663333;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#663333;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#663333;"> </span><span style="color:#990000;">There are times in my family when my kids want to know why someone else is getting preferential treatment (in their eyes). I've learned that no matter how fair I'm really being - They don't always access the situation in full view. Rather than trying to explain to them and tell them, "No, so-and-so is NOT my favorite" I've reverted to the saying: "So-and-so is the flavor of the day." They frequently ask at the beginning of the day if they can be the flavor. They're really cute about it. So, Carter, YOU are the flavor of the day! I think you're wonderful and I love you so very much. Who would have thought that my premature 2 lb. 7 oz., 13" little boy would grow up to be so awesome! You amaze me with your love of life, open acceptance of others and ability to soften the blows that come to others. You may be forgetful at times, but you are also capable of shouldering responsibility. You are amazing!</span></div>scaddensquiggleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13439195327028152415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059278769587673651.post-24652211004591880162010-01-25T12:05:00.000-08:002010-01-25T12:39:35.347-08:00Tanner - My Hero<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMArA2iG8AKY_AUbO6MW0KBVzZAa_9qJGWq5je-jdHGKDffEpQQZoRpfBhzmGZXVzmYqH3gp-Hmw7viuKO_KGSOnKQTm5OP4d4A6IGNg1vVe6NGg1McqD_rhBRmYMi0qO8KnF1UZk_DR4/s1600-h/056-_DSC4109.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430771451702315954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMArA2iG8AKY_AUbO6MW0KBVzZAa_9qJGWq5je-jdHGKDffEpQQZoRpfBhzmGZXVzmYqH3gp-Hmw7viuKO_KGSOnKQTm5OP4d4A6IGNg1vVe6NGg1McqD_rhBRmYMi0qO8KnF1UZk_DR4/s320/056-_DSC4109.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Tanner: You are this week's hero! I realize that you do not care for scouting and sometimes wish it would go away. Some day, you are going to be happy that you perservered through the "boring" merit badge seminars and completed necessary requirements to earn your Eagle. When that day comes, your mom will be crying tears of gratitude and immense relief! (For truly, I'll be glad this is over too!)</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">The past three weeks, Tanner has attended Merit Badge Seminars each Saturday and earned 4 merit badges. These badges were not without extra homework, prying and even bribing from Mom and Dad. Tanner worked hard though and secured a) <strong>Emergency Preparedness</strong>, b) <strong>Family Life</strong>, c) <strong>Citizenship in the Nation</strong>, and d) <strong>Communication</strong> - all through the Scout Pow-Wows. He also fulfilled requirements with his group to complete the <strong>Environmental Science</strong> Merit Badge. We had blue cards that were incomplete for First Aid as well as Personal Management. Tanner met with the counselor yesterday for <strong>Personal Management</strong> and I took him to meet with Dee Madsen today to have the CPR training he was required to get for <strong>First Aid</strong>. Way to go Tanner - 7 Eagle-Required Merit Badges in a long weekend is a HUGE accomplishment and we are so proud of your work. [Only three more required and 4 more electives to go....YEAH!]</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Tanner, I hope you always remember that your brothers (and sisters) look up to you. They idolize you for your kindness, love, patience and the way in which you execute assignments. You are on track to become an Eagle Scout in another year (give or take a few months). The attitude you display through words and actions will help form the approach that your twin brothers take with Scouting and in turn the attitude Chandler will one day have.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Your mom and dad love you dearly, Tanner. I hope you always choose the harder path, the one less traveled. I hope you realize how much your Savior loves you as an individual. I hope you understand that you are truly of devine heritage...You are a son of a King - a Heavenly King. Continue to learn the gospel, seek to understand the scriptures, be worthy of the priesthood you bear and strive always to become the person you are meant to become. Don't sell yourself short for worldly pleasures. If you happen to make a mistake, realize that you can repent. Our Savior suffered and died so that through your efforts in life, you could repent and become clean and pure again. Keep the commandments and continue excelling so that you can Return with Honor. </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">I'm rewarded every day for your hard work and who you are. Just knowing you are my son and that you are working hard is fulfilling. (OK - I know I nag sometimes. I'm working on that.) I love you tons, Tanner!</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(DISCLAIMER: I use my blog as a journal with the intent of publishing and binding each year. Many of the sentiments I express on paper are for my children and my wonderful eternal husband. Though my writings on this particular blog are for "all to see", they are specifically written for those I love to realize the impact they have in my life and to understand better the challenges and trials I undergo as well as the lessons I <em>hopefully</em> learn.)</span>scaddensquiggleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13439195327028152415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059278769587673651.post-43750770428228966292010-01-18T07:39:00.000-08:002010-01-18T13:29:17.394-08:00Humbled<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbtC_SySD9tt_Sjd0VkBErzYFTazZsjGvZE8XNwnPsc64N2nVAIaIccC5ldXRzxGEPvyyiByQsLMd2wap29aAtWwDKxCPKeaMu5-anoO0m2-C62bz9_MB72zJqbh4kX6mVtXsF33mkh7w/s1600-h/011-_DSC4310-Edit.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428105526873152898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbtC_SySD9tt_Sjd0VkBErzYFTazZsjGvZE8XNwnPsc64N2nVAIaIccC5ldXRzxGEPvyyiByQsLMd2wap29aAtWwDKxCPKeaMu5-anoO0m2-C62bz9_MB72zJqbh4kX6mVtXsF33mkh7w/s320/011-_DSC4310-Edit.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Yesterday was one of the most amazing, humbling, spiritual days of my life. Our family was honored to be with Brenna during a special occasion in her mortal existence. We've always felt her strong spirit, laughed at her insatiable thirst for knowledge and marveled at her quest to experience all that life offers. But after a sleepless night of pondering the day's events, promises made, and gaining a glimpse into who she really is, I can only express how humbled I am to be her mother. She is such a blessing to our family and to me personally. When I grow up, I want to be more like Brenna! Thanks for your example, for your unwavering faith, for your devotion to all that is good and pure and for loving me in spite of my weaknesses.</span><br /><br /><div></div>scaddensquiggleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13439195327028152415noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059278769587673651.post-29979382835831030412009-12-27T14:23:00.000-08:002009-12-28T14:15:15.923-08:00So Much Fun!<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"><span style="color:#990000;">It was a rare occurrence but surprisingly enough, I was prepared for Christmas – much more ahead of the game than what usually transpires. Without gifts to wrap or the many last minute worries that usually accompany me this time of year, I really enjoyed the season – the spirit of it, the traditions, my children and family – ALL of it!<br /><br />For our 2009 Santa endorsed Scavenger Hunt, the kids were left sleds. Going out to the hot tub to find them in 10 degree weather was not something they were too fond of but they were grateful nonetheless.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZWzp2VU8RrPZEe4yluf7MIuutoeCOsD7zQUAmOj2Tl2jlE3PhWaXW6g3_BhavkKKF5zC7wgTKxNepbiz8_KnSEbeT7B6NotbxvwshNyDFiO6iffQFVztoId10VvVmt6ytuqiPcyZfeHE/s1600-h/the+Hill.bmp"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420414027933122754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZWzp2VU8RrPZEe4yluf7MIuutoeCOsD7zQUAmOj2Tl2jlE3PhWaXW6g3_BhavkKKF5zC7wgTKxNepbiz8_KnSEbeT7B6NotbxvwshNyDFiO6iffQFVztoId10VvVmt6ytuqiPcyZfeHE/s320/the+Hill.bmp" /></a>We had to try out the new gear and the snow yesterday and accepted the invitation to go to Kory’s house and use the “perfect sledding hill”. Russ invited Jed & Laura North and their family to go with us. Jed brought his 4-wheelers to help haul the sledders back to the top. Without the 4-wheelers, I think the kids would have been good to hike it 3, possibly 4 times at max. Since they had personal chauffeurs, they lasted 3 hours! Russ and I went down a couple times and had a blast. I can see why the kids enjoy sledding. In our group were 20 children and 7 adults. The few children that were on the hill when we arrived soon departed. You might say we dominated the area!<br /><br />After sledding, Jed and Laura (and her sister Jennifer and husband Steve), Tina and Steve and their 4 children and Steph and Jeff and their 4 children came over for dinner and to play games. Some of our kids played at the North’s house until we picked them up after 11:00 last night. Our house was rocking with competition on the game boards and a bit of rivalry with the Guitar Hero/Rock Band. I’m almost a little frightened to know what happened at the Norths. I guess some things are probably better off unknown.<br /><br />It is too bad Russ has to work next week - Otherwise, we could have rematches. We may just have to sneak one in anyway sometime soon. Thanks everyone for helping us make good holiday memories after celebrating such a great Christmas!<br /><br /></span></span></div>scaddensquiggleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13439195327028152415noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059278769587673651.post-80259136517088537992009-12-20T15:17:00.000-08:002009-12-20T15:59:16.971-08:005 Days and Counting<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDQdnyQL1ld-kEF105N1kHr5z74ais_XulDeqFLXpS16_7Qh6Ol52D2pC9iOFZCxR3Hb30kInvi3nhUn_NvsWYA7hVbK8gNFOHrjACwa1bJ52RB7zTbJd1Q9F3O6lzpJwl70Y2J3iKWh0/s1600-h/img_0503.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417471056017384626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDQdnyQL1ld-kEF105N1kHr5z74ais_XulDeqFLXpS16_7Qh6Ol52D2pC9iOFZCxR3Hb30kInvi3nhUn_NvsWYA7hVbK8gNFOHrjACwa1bJ52RB7zTbJd1Q9F3O6lzpJwl70Y2J3iKWh0/s320/img_0503.jpg" /></a> The gifts are purchased and most are wrapped. Nearly all of the baking is complete and neighborhood gifts have been delivered. Our house is adorned with Christmas decorations (OK, except those that have not escaped ChanMan's touch). I'm feeling closer to being ready for Christmas and our biggest family traditions associated with Christmas Eve.<br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Though Russ has taken vacation this week, I foresee him sleeping more than being alert - until the kids come home from school. The past 2 weeks have been anything but smooth and seem to have left him restless. That is okay though. I have a few gifts to finish making and then it is on to delivering them to my Young Women on Wednesday. Russ and I also hope to make it to the temple Wednesday morning. We need the peace of the season to inflitrate our minds. </div><br /><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuUg5rXg1O-zBF3823FVsSq10daQTYBGveEDwc0mYui7OjKhYb6jjeNxP6Zl-k5EzXUGmqAheO0lLHT2if0oY6vNCLXQ3h-CL7cXGYzg3w-k_K9n5eRfpCFRwDPHyOyzPoGj74jAZtk_8/s1600-h/img_0485.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 301px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417471537218295714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuUg5rXg1O-zBF3823FVsSq10daQTYBGveEDwc0mYui7OjKhYb6jjeNxP6Zl-k5EzXUGmqAheO0lLHT2if0oY6vNCLXQ3h-CL7cXGYzg3w-k_K9n5eRfpCFRwDPHyOyzPoGj74jAZtk_8/s320/img_0485.jpg" /></a> <div>A phrase hit me strong at church today, "Christ died for us." While this is true, I've also thought about how Christmas celebrates Christ's birth. So while I agree that part of Jesus Christ's mission was to die and rise again, I feel it is more important (at least to me right now) to concentrate on his life and HOW he lived as well as the examples he set. </div><br /><br /><div></div><div>So this Christmas Season, I'm focusing on how I can better live my life for Christ, the way He lived for me. </div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>scaddensquiggleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13439195327028152415noreply@blogger.com0