tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84843322181911671332024-03-07T22:05:47.299-05:0024-7-365Alissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128155465719474811noreply@blogger.comBlogger593125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484332218191167133.post-44181926657899416712013-08-07T14:57:00.001-04:002013-08-07T15:20:18.477-04:00Hopefully, My Final Word on this SubjectToday, Lucas took a swim test at the YMCA. If he passed, he would earn a Green Band. The green band enables them to swim wherever they want (in whatever depth) without me having to be with him. The test is that he has to swim 25 yards (the length of the pool) without touching the bottom or lane lines.<br />
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He did it! I wasn't worried. He has been swimming that distance all week. Multiple times. Back and forth.<br />
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Pretty good for a kid that <a href="http://www.24-7-365.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2013-07-01T10:28:00-04:00&max-results=5">drowned</a> less than 2 months ago. The other kids are little fishes too. Libby isn't quite green band material, but she'll be taking a couple more rounds of swim lessons this fall. We aren't done.<br />
School starts on Monday. Lucas will be starting Kindergarten. I don't wonder what his answer will be when asked what he did with his summer vacation. The answer is Swim.Alissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128155465719474811noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484332218191167133.post-31383290316505612312013-07-23T23:07:00.000-04:002013-07-23T23:07:00.061-04:00Snuggle<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My word, these kids are cute! Libby doesn't actually like cuddling while she sleeps (much like her mother). But Lucas would be completely content to just sleep right ON TOP of you. And all night long. Don't bother trying to slip out, either. He'll find you. And smother you with his "love."Alissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128155465719474811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484332218191167133.post-36308203735010829822013-07-20T23:04:00.000-04:002013-07-20T23:04:00.581-04:00Moving On Up<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Did I mention Abbie's starting MIDDLE SCHOOL in a couple of weeks?<br />
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We're over here taking deep cleansing breaths. And buying bras. And deoderant. And scraping pennies together for braces, and reminding her to wear her glasses. Sheesh. I keep hoping she'll get more unfortunate looking so the boys won't pay her any attention until she's 23. No luck yet. She'll be starting band soon, so at least there's that.Alissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128155465719474811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484332218191167133.post-73308090256525298882013-07-17T22:58:00.000-04:002013-07-17T22:58:00.225-04:00What Theme Parks Look Like with Five Kids<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We took the kids to Universal (for free, thank you employer) back in April. This is largely how we spent our day: eating junkfood and waiting. Riveting.Alissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128155465719474811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484332218191167133.post-49543784864007884042013-07-14T22:52:00.003-04:002013-07-14T22:52:42.545-04:00It's a Drive ByWe're back to business as usual around these parts. The business of summer. Which means lots of swimming (no drowning allowed) and popsicles. <div>
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Surprise. We adopted a dog. She's the sweetest little who-cares-what-breed dog who tolerates our children exceedingly well. We renamed her Mimi. Who names a dog Khloe anyway?<br />
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Group shot. Both of these pictures are from March...that's why my children look cold. It was probably even 60 degrees outside. Brrr.<br />
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Alissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128155465719474811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484332218191167133.post-8402977962326479252013-07-01T10:28:00.001-04:002013-07-01T10:28:21.592-04:00Where Do We Go From Here?I think I've decided to keep blogging. I know I hadn't posted in six months. I'm not going to apologize. My heart just wasn't in it.<br />
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Today is for picture sharing. I finally downloaded pictures from my camera, which hasn't been done since November 2012. I'm only going to share the most recent stuff right now and maybe I'll come back to some of the older stuff... maybe.<br />
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The husband decided to join me in my Triathlon Fun. So, we've already done three races this season and we have at least three more scheduled. He's a machine. It's so awesome to ride or run or swim together during training! Best. Date. Ever.<br />
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Just a current picture of all of us. This particular picture was taken at the Orlando Florida LDS Temple. I have big hair.<br />
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Another picture of us. Please remind me that Abbie is now too tall to stand in front of me in pictures. Curses!<br />
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Picture of Lucas taken four days after he nearly drowned. He is obviously in perfect health.<br />
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I have taken the kids to the pool almost every day since we got home. It makes my mother-heart hurt but it must be done. I refuse to allow my children to have fear rule their actions. All three of the younger kids are enrolled in private swim lessons. They will learn to swim, damnit!<br />
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Ha! And then there's this girl. What a perfect little nerd! ZOMG.<br />
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At about 11:20 I received a phone call from by brother in law, Marshall. He very calmly said (something along the lines of), "Alissa? There has been an incident at the pool. Lucas went under water. He is not breathing. There are emergency people here working on him right now." We immediately took off for the car. I had handed my phone to one of the other women as I hyperventilated my way through the maze of an outlet mall. Before we could even reach the car (maybe three minutes later), Marshall called my phone back and relayed the message that they were able to get Lucas breathing again. I immediately dropped to my knees in the middle of the mall. I was not okay. </div>
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We got the information that Lucas was being taken by ambulance to Dr. P. Phillips Hospital with Matt. We got in the car and took off for that hospital. As soon as I arrived I noticed Matt getting there at the same time. I ran to catch up with him. As it turned out, Matt had run into our hotel room to get his wallet and the ambulance had taken off without him. Which was fine. Fix my baby. The resort had immediately offered a towncar to take Matthew to the hospital. The wrong hospital. The ambulance had taken Lucas to Celebration Hospital. Both my ride and Matt's had dropped us off and left. So, we were stranded at the wrong hospital. I was able to get ahold of our car and had them turn around and come back. </div>
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From there, we were transferred (again, by ambulance) to the Florida Hospital for Children (Walt Disney Pavilion) Pediatric Intensive Care Unit. Best hospital ever. By about 5pm Lucas was waking up enough to request a movie (and food which he wasn't allowed to have) and by 9pm, they had removed the NG tube and was allowed some apple juice. All miracles. </div>
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Lucas was pulled from the water by Dr. Robert Kazim and his sister Dr. Debra Kazim who just happened to be 1.Staying at our resort 2. At the pool at that moment. Dr. Robert is a Pediatric Anesthesiologist. His sister is also an anesthesiologist. I am told if you want anyone in the entire hospital doing CPR on your kid, it's a ped anesth. My pediatrician started crying tears of joy when she heard. The Drs immediately started CPR on Lucas. Chest compressions, breathing, everything. They saved his life. It is estimated they did CPR for about 5 minutes when Lucas started breathing again on his own. </div>
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I know that a lot of you who will read this are not of my faith (Latter-day Saint - Mormon) but I need to take this opportunity to bear testimony.</div>
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I know that my Heavenly Father loves me. I feel of His love every single time I look at my son. I know that He has brought my son back to me for a reason. I know that I need to be doing a better job as Lucas and ALL of my children's mother. It has been made clear to me that other things in this life are not important. Nothing is as important as these little people we are raising. I know that my greatest joy in this life and the next will come from my family and I need to be making a greater concerted effort to make them my first priority. Things don't matter. Money is unimportant. Fame, fortune: irrelevant. </div>
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I also know that the Lord has given me the amazing gift of seeing the way His hand is working in my life. I am so grateful. I have never felt more loved. When I look in the mirror, I see myself, but I almost don't recognize myself. I look like a different person. All things in my life will be forever colored by this incident. I see things through the lens of the near-death experience of my son. No one in our family can ever be the same. </div>
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But he is going to be okay.<br />
We are staying at a resort hotel for a family reunion. I was not there. I was shopping. SHOPPING. While my son, quite literally, died.<br />
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And then was brought back to life.<br />
In what I know to be the biggest tender mercy from my Heavenly Father, there happened to be 2 pediatricians at the pool at the exact time it happened. They are the ones who discovered him. They pulled him from the pool. Started CPR. These doctors saved my son's life.<br />
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My life will never be the same.<br />
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Lucas is currently at our local Children's Hospital. He's living it up with all the jello he can manage and every Disney movie at his fingertips. He is going to be okay.<br />
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What have I learned?<br />
Things don't matter.<br />
People do.<br />
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My husband is an amazing man and I love him so so much.<br />
He is my rock, but sometimes I need to be his rock.<br />
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The Lord has big things in store for that little boy.<br />
And for our family.<br />
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Nothing you do in life can prepare you for something like this.<br />
And everything is different after.<br />
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My son is alive.<br />
God is good.<br />
<br />Alissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128155465719474811noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484332218191167133.post-65361960811229439512012-12-17T21:58:00.002-05:002012-12-17T21:58:59.844-05:00New Family PicturesDespite my past as a photographer, I just cannot bring myself to pay someone else to take our family pictures. **Hangs head in shame**<br />
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But we persist. We usually go one of two routes:<br />
1. Self timer<br />
or<br />
2. Trade<br />
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The first is self-explanatory but the second just means that I take pictures for someone and they take pictures for me. This year we chose the latter.<br />
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Without further ado.<br />
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This is the picture we sent out in our Christmas cards. We apologize if you didn't receive one or didn't receive one yet.<br />
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Lucas. Skeptical as always.<br />
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Libby. Need I say more?<br />
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Thick as thieves, these two.<br />
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*Sigh* Abbie is well on her way to being a sullen teenager. We still like her though.<br />
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In truth, all Lucas wants is all of your attention all of the time. I'm not sure why this is a problem.<br />
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Love this guy. Lots. P.S. Today is his 35th Birthday.<br />
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An excellent shot of all the kids together. Gonna order this one larger.<br />
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I really love their expressions in this one. Perfection.<br />
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Um. Yah. Daddy's girl, much?<br />
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Gah! I just can't take her cuteness!!!<br />
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I will not admit that she is our favorite. I will not. I just won't.<br />
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I have big hair.<br />
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Such a handsome dude. I'm a little worried about the girls as he gets older, but then I remember that he's completely physically uncoordinated and I worry less.<br />
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And finally, besties! I hope they stay that way. So far, mostly very little fighting. And yes, we're in big trouble with such gorgeous ladies!Alissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128155465719474811noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484332218191167133.post-18425415535546108612012-11-24T22:56:00.000-05:002012-11-24T22:56:00.495-05:00AmazingWe aren't big fans of kids getting a lot of screen time. I feel like my children would prefer to move from the TV to the computer to my Kindle (playing games) and back to the TV without ever actually moving. So, I spend a lot of my energy encouraging the kids to entertain themselves.<br />
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And success! For the record, I've never successfully managed to stack cards like this. I am fairly certain it has to do with my extreme lack of patience.Alissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128155465719474811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484332218191167133.post-63983585625598588272012-11-22T22:52:00.002-05:002012-11-22T22:52:17.277-05:00Anna's Turn<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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During the summer, Anna joined the swim team at the YMCA. She's been having so much fun and getting quite strong.<br />
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She recently-ish competed in her first swim meet. At first she was begging to not have to compete. She was so nervous. But she did great. She came in second in her heat for breaststroke and third in another. We're just so proud of our little fish.<br />
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Even if it does mean that I spend a whole lot of time shuttling her back and forth to and from practices.<br />
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I think mostly we are hoping it gives her the confidence to try new things. She isn't exactly our most adventurous child. Love this girl.Alissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128155465719474811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484332218191167133.post-88984967894196682682012-11-11T21:06:00.000-05:002012-11-11T21:06:46.843-05:00A Sporting ChanceThe older girls have recently decided to try out some new sports. We encourage this because I only ever did gymnastics and my husband only ran track. We know very little about anything else.<br />
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Abbie played a season of YMCA Youth Volleyball. Come to find out, she's quite good! At the end of the season, her coach named her the MVP of the team. So proud. However, this season was probably the hardest thing I've ever had to endure watching.<br />
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Her team was 0-8. That's not a typo. They didn't win a single game. So absolutely heartbreaking. And yes, some of the girls on the team cried. But not Abbie. Not ever. Not once. I did though. So hard. <br />
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She was just so happy to be out there playing! I can't wait for next season. Maybe they'll actually win a game?Alissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128155465719474811noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484332218191167133.post-65715028466185946932012-10-28T22:17:00.000-04:002012-10-28T22:17:44.274-04:00Halloween: 2012I realize it's not even THE DAY yet, but our costumes had to be finished early for a couple of events, so I took pictures while the costumes still looked "fresh".<br />
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We'll do this youngest to oldest. For no reason.<br />
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Libby is a girly girl. She likes all things pink and purple and sparkly.<br />
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And so, she is a princess. I made the crown. The outfit was a gift from my mother... I believe she paid an awesome $3. She also has a necklace (which she lost). Mostly, she just wants candy. This look is "I can't believe you aren't giving me any candy right now."<br />
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Lucas. We had to beg. Plead. Bribe.<br />
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But in the end, I got my Dobby. Inspired by a pin with no link on Pinterest. I fashioned the skull cap out of nude lycra type knit fabric and attached the ears my husband designed. The "dress" is just a pillowcase that was already stained. Nice, eh? I have to be honest. It is my hands-down favorite.<br />
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You should have heard people "Squee" with glee when they saw him.<br />
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And yes, apparently Dobby likes to pick up chicks. Or whatever this expression is.<br />
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Miles is mildly obsessed right now.<br />
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And he makes a pretty convincing Harry, right? We borrowed the cloak and tie. I made him a sweet wand (which you can only see the end of) and the glasses are just one of those pairs that have the comically large nose attached...with the nose detached. Believe it or not, Miles won our congregation's costume contest. It probably helped that he was casting spells on people all night. Method actor and all.<br />
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If you recognize Anna's costume without me telling you what it is, you win big points. BIG NERDY POINTS.<br />
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Still no clue? How about this:<br />
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This is Rarity. She's a My Little Pony. And yes, I made Anna a wig. </div>
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Basically, I created tufts of hair and soaked them in fabric stiffener. Then wound them around a bat (covered in saran wrap) and stuck them in front of a fan to dry. Hint: the more stiffener the better. I then attached them to a hat I crocheted just for this project. Yes, this was easily the most time consuming project. What was I thinking??? </div>
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Abbie has wanted this costume for several years. I finally consented.</div>
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She is Katara from Avatar the Last Airbender. As reference:<br />
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In all honesty, the costume wasn't that hard. The hair is my nemesis. We did get it to look much better for our church party, but come Wednesday, I should have it down pat.<br />
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Alissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128155465719474811noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484332218191167133.post-71636726155064564722012-10-08T14:48:00.000-04:002012-10-07T16:58:34.540-04:00So, Then THAT Happened So, before the cruise we took in June, I had been working out with the end goal of:: I want to look hot in a swimsuit for the cruise! And I did! Or so the husband says. Admittedly, his point of view is skewed. So, when the cruise was over, so was my desire to workout. I knew I needed a new goal, ASAP. And so, the idea of a Triathlon was born. I know. It's crazy, right? I've never even run a 5k standalone race. Let alone Swimming and Biking before it. What kind of insane am I?<br />
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Just the right kind of insane, apparently. It was awesome! And I am hooked! There were times during training when I thought that there was no way I was going to be able to finish even the measly Sprint Triathlon (440 yard Swim, 10 mile bike, 3.1 mile run). For example: my first time in a pool when I couldn't swim more than 100 yds at a time. Fortunately, I picked that up pretty quickly and I now consider it my strongest leg. Or for example: after purchasing my bike with the clipless pedals and shoes, I quickly proceeded to crash with the bike (failure to unclip) four times in the first week. I was ready to give up. But I had an extremely encouraging husband and a good friend, Dave, who would also be doing the triathlon with me. They kept me motivated. I not only finished the triathlon, but I came in 8th in my age group. </div>
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Next up: train for an Olympic Distance Triathlon to be completed next spring. I just wish this sport were cheaper (anyone want to sponsor a mediocre mother of five?).Alissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128155465719474811noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484332218191167133.post-45508898045121194482012-10-07T15:28:00.000-04:002012-10-07T15:28:00.327-04:00And Finally: Where I'm All Caught Up<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We received the amazing blessing of a free piano a couple of weeks ago. We've been wanting one for years but just don't have the money. Fortunately, we have an amazing friend who kept her ear to the ground for us. Having music fill my home is fantastic: the husband plays, I do not.<br />
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And then Miles turned 7! This doesn't seem possible. This means we've lived here in Florida for that long. Wow.<br />
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Miles got a new bike, some legos and a kick in the pants. Except not that last one, even though he deserves it sometimes. Happy Birthday, Buddy!Alissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128155465719474811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484332218191167133.post-32649163430346321402012-10-04T14:33:00.000-04:002012-10-04T14:33:00.657-04:00Sad Filled With Happy<div style="text-align: center;">
On August 15, 2012 my paternal Grandmother, Lillian Beatrice Solter, passed away. She was 91 years old. And while we were sad that we won't get to spend any more time with her in this life, we were so relieved that she was freed from her body. It was really weighing her spirit down! To show support for my father, I flew to Pennsylvania for her Memorial Service. It was a really nice service followed by an awesome family reunion. Granted not everyone could be there (my sister and I were the only two of my nine brothers and sisters present), but it was great to get to see my cousins that I've not seen in YEARS.</div>
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This is my Grandfather (on the left) and my Dad (his shirt says, "Grandfather means Been there Done that.")</div>
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And admittedly, seeing my sister Jenny was the highlight of my trip!</div>
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This is one of Jenny's brood. Benny. Don't tell anyone but he's my favorite.</div>
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And Tab. He and Miles are two peas in a pod. </div>
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My grandfather with all four of his children. That handsome guy all the way on the right? That's my daddy. </div>
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And my personal favorite. My grandfather with some of his 14 grandchildren and 24 great-grandchildren (and counting!). Oh Look! Just kidding, I did get a picture of Hobbes and Paisley! Not a total fail, Jenny!</div>
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We'll miss Grandma but as my grandfather said, "She's having a good laugh about this somewhere!"</div>
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So, literally, we got back from the Disney vacation and the next morning sent the kids off to their first day of school. This year we have three in Elementary School (5th, 3rd and 1st grades), one in Preschool and one at home with Mom. </div>
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The truth is, folks. I haven't had just one kid at home during the day since before Anna was born. </div>
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So, yeah. I'm more than just a little bit excited. And again, Abbie is too cool to actually make eye contact. </div>
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And yes, Anna is sporting some very bright shoes. I'm only a teensy bit jealous.</div>
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And Miles. Man, what is up with that kid? He's officially reached space cadet status. I really think that he just thinks that the rest of us are mere mortals and whatever is going on in his head is MUCH more interesting. </div>
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Libby was a little sad when everyone left. I was not.</div>
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Because now I get to spend my morning with this one. Seriously spoiled. Her AND me.</div>
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And yes, I realize there's no picture of Lucas headed off to school. Parenting FAIL!</div>
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We managed to finagle a decent price to stay down at Disney's new <a href="http://disneyworld.disney.go.com/resorts/art-of-animation-resort/">Art of Animation Resort</a> for two nights. It's so new that we were the very first people to stay in our particular hotel room. Awesome, right? </div>
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We figured that the Resort itself has enough fun stuff going on that we wouldn't have any problem filling our time. If we got bored, we'd head over to Downtown Disney (Free Disney!). Our poor children. Someday they'll realize how cheap their parents were and need therapy. We can use all that money we saved by not taking them to Disneyworld! Everybody wins!</div>
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Warning: This post is picture heavy.<br />
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Uhm. This probably isn't the best place to start. We were just being weird.<br />
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This resort was probably the best decorated one I've been to. It was as if they dropped you into the movies themselves. The rooms (which I didn't take any pictures of) are awesome! We stayed in the Lion King suites, but they have Cars, Finding Nemo and The Little Mermaid areas as well (The Little Mermaid area wasn't yet open when we stayed there). And yes, every room is a suite which can sleep 6 adults (or 5 kids and 2 adults in our case) and has a kitchenette and two bathrooms.<br />
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They had a humongous Mr. Ray.<br />
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This resort features the largest pool on Disney property (or so they say). We took the kids on over. It was fantastic. One of my favorite parts was that they developed special underwater speakers and the music playing underwater is totally different than that playing above the water. The pool staff even provide life jackets for non-swimmers. We had a blast. The only downside is that being in Florida we end up with a bunch of random short thunderstorms so the pools close frequently.<br />
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Lucas is starting to be slightly more manageable. Slightly. I strongly attribute it to the fact that he started PRESCHOOL! (Insert video of me jumping up and down.)</div>
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You know you wanna give this one a snack. Please. A snack, mommy. Mommy, a snack. Please. (Repeat ad nauseum.)<br />
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One of the great things about Disney Resorts is that they have quite a few programs running at all times to keep the kids busy/entertained. For example, we took the kids to this Learn To Draw class. They had an animator sitting there teaching the kids to draw Mickey. My kids ate it up. Except Libby who threw a tantrum. (Repeat ad nauseum.)<br />
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Yeah, Mr. Ray is huge.<br />
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This is probably my favorite picture of Lucas, ever. It's taken on one of their "playgrounds".<br />
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Um. Yeah. Abbie, at almost 11, thinks she is way too mature for playing. Please notice the glasses (it's only a matter of time and they'll all be wearing them) and the incredibly long hair. Whoa.<br />
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Fortunately, Miles and Lucas are still young enough to think posing with a car is still awesomesauce.<br />
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And I'm not sure what was up with Libby but in every single picture we took that weekend, she was making some approximation of this face.<br />
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Oh, I'm so cute. Look at me. Blurgh!<br />
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There were TONS of these sculptures everywhere.<br />
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I totally love this picture of all of my kids. Even though Miles can't be bothered to stop whatever pretend world he was playing in.<br />
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And another of the whole crew. I think we had great success. The kids had fun. The adults didn't kill anyone. Yeah, we call that success.<br />
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Alissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128155465719474811noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484332218191167133.post-68615437527654189262012-10-01T23:13:00.001-04:002012-10-01T23:13:23.998-04:00What I Did With My Summer Vacation That I Didn't Tell You AboutAlso known as:<br />
Stuff you most likely won't care about but get to hear about because this is MY blog and I'm just now getting around to updating so shut it, you jerks.<br />
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I knit stuff.<br />
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As a favor to my mother, I knit this shawl: <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/henslowe">Henslowe</a>. Then I had a really hard time giving it away. But I did anyway because I'm awesome like that... and also, who needs another shawl when you have seven(teen) already.<br />
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No, you may not see my face.<br />
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Then I knit this for me! The pattern is <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/totally-biased-">Totally Biased</a> and I knit it out of my own handspun yarn! I love it. So much I want to marry it. Yeah.<br />
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I also finished the Epic Blanket of 2012. I think I mentioned that knitting this blanket was my only knitting goal for 2012. I'm such an overachiever! The pattern is <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/girasole">Girasole</a>.<br />
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It is just lovely. I'm really looking forward to this "Winter" when I can snuggle up underneath it and drink me some Herbal tea and watch Downton Abbey. If you aren't watching this show, you are dead to me.<br />
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Stay tuned for tomorrow so you can hear about more stuff you don't care about!Alissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128155465719474811noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484332218191167133.post-8891758981422044372012-08-22T21:14:00.004-04:002012-08-22T21:14:44.443-04:00What I Did With My Summer Vacation: Part Two<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A million years ago (or 2.5ish), some of our best friends high-tailed it out of Florida. They followed their hearts back to Utah, which really sucked at the time, but came in very handy when we needed a place to stay. </div>
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Meet Gary & Alecia. Best hosts ever. They bought us the best donuts I've ever had: Maple Bacon Donuts from Beyond Glazed. They let us play with their doggies. We played the most hysterical game of Curses! Ever. It was actually really hard for me to leave them. I miss them so much!</div>
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While in Utah we had the awesome opportunity to hang out with my brother, sister and their respective families. This is my Sister-in-law, Erikka. Isn't she so beautiful?! </div>
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And this is my baby brother, Matt. And his baby girl (who is now 3!), Arya! This was my first time meeting Arya and I found her to be just the sweetest little package of awesome. Plus, so cute! I have no pictures of my sister Rachel and her little friend, David, because they kept making weird faces for the camera. </div>
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On our final day in Utah we traveled to the booming metropolis of Provo. We got to meet up with some old friends, The Hansens and their 3.1 kids. We had the privilege of enjoying delicious foodstuffs: JDawgs, Hokulia Shaved Ice, and <a href="http://www.fourseasonshotpot.com/">Four Seasons Hot Pot and Dumplings</a>. All recommended!</div>
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We also realized that Provo pretty much feels the same as it did 10ish years ago when we met, dated, and fell in love there. </div>
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Would I move back to Utah? If the price was right...</div>
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Then we found out that my husband's youngest brother was getting married in August in Utah. We just had to go. You see, that's where the husband and I met, wooed, and decided to get married. (We were actually married in Washington DC). But Utah is where the magic happened. The short short version is that we both lived in the same apartment complex and attended the same church congregation (in the LDS Church it's called a Ward). He was attending BYU and I was attending UVSC (now UVU) and I was quite the looker. He couldn't resist my feminine wiles. Or something. </div>
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At any rate, I haven't been back to Utah (we both still have family living there) since 2007 and for Matt it was more like 2004. So, we were both fairly excited at the chance to "walk down memory lane." Also, we didn't take the kids. I know. Two vacations this summer without children in tow... it was like a dream. An awesome dream. </div>
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We attended David and Diana's wedding. It was honestly so beautiful. The reception was probably one of the nicer ones I've ever been to. I kept saying, "the next time I get married, I'm totally doing it like this!" Then my Mother-In-Law had the nerve to remind me that in just ten short years I could be planning the wedding of my own daughter. Uhhh... Not cool, Mom!</div>
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Have I mentioned that the husband had Lasik done back in December? He did. What's that? He's wearing glasses? Yes. They're "for show." Psht. Men. </div>
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David and Diana are so cute together. After the temple portion of the wedding, the bride and groom, fully decked out, went to Cafe Rio with us. It was pretty awesome. </div>
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Alissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128155465719474811noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484332218191167133.post-41859493291649812492012-07-07T22:06:00.000-04:002012-07-07T22:06:17.042-04:00Evertaster!Recently, my husband discovered that one of his college classmates was just about finished with his first published novel. It's about food, which my husband loves. It's a captivating work of young adult fiction titled <a href="http://www.evertaster.com/">Evertaster</a> by Adam Glendon Sidwell. I think it is probably 4th-8th grade level. I will be honest: I haven't read it. But guess who did?<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Read it in one day. Couldn't pry it from her hands. </span><br />
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When I asked her if it was as good as Harry Potter she replied, "better, more adventurous."<br />
That's quite the review, eh? I am encouraging you to run on over to <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Evertaster-Adam-Glendon-Sidwell/dp/0615654495/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1341711863&sr=8-1&keywords=evertaster">Amazon</a> and pick up this novel for your kids. Or heck, for you!<br />
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Not included? The picture of Abbie reading this book upside-down. Kids are so weird.<br />
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Have I mentioned that my husband did the Title Design for the cover? (His name appears in the book... twice!) How awesome is that? (I receive nothing for posting this. In case that was unclear.)Alissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128155465719474811noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484332218191167133.post-46559324117916111952012-07-02T17:00:00.000-04:002012-07-02T17:00:00.679-04:00While I'm Sharing...<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0H0wFD73Sv0" width="560"></iframe><br />
As punishment for rule infractions, I've been having my kids do pushups. Mostly because it's hilarious with their chicken arms. Libby (age 2) loves to count off her pushups.<br />
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<br />Alissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128155465719474811noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484332218191167133.post-2899361694130172032012-06-30T21:24:00.000-04:002012-06-30T21:24:44.745-04:00Girly Man Makes GoodMiles is an intellectual. A thinker.<br />
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Also, he's kind of a big wimp. I'm his mother, so I can say this. He's not really into sports, doesn't like getting dirty, and overall, he just doesn't care.<br />
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He is now 6.5 and every other child his age (and some MUCH younger) know how to ride a bike without training wheels. I've tried embarrassing him into wanting it, tried bribing with legos, tried forcing. We even went so far as to take the pedals off so he could attempt to ride it like a strider bike. No dice. He really just didn't care.<br />
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Today I mentioned to Miles that it would be really fun if we could all ride bikes together over to our local Italian ice place. His face lit up. I put the pedals back on the bike, gave him a push and he was off. Just like that.<br />
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And for the record, this was the ONLY time he rode the bike without a helmet all day. From that moment on, it was firmly strapped to his head.<br />
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Once again, this kid surprises me daily.<br />
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