tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176345928687644202024-03-19T03:52:03.242-07:00The Groves GatheringAngiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17428672146825905337noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817634592868764420.post-15085002150003958382013-09-29T15:28:00.003-07:002013-09-29T15:28:46.623-07:00Apple Time!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So it has already been getting cold here and Grandpa came over yesterday with a bag full of apples for our family. (We love Grandpa!) It reminded me of these pictures of Will last year or maybe it was two years ago, wow time flies. Anyhow, thought I would share these with you and wish you a happy fall full of all those fall favorites: caramel apples, apple pie, apple crisp....<br />
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<br />Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17428672146825905337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817634592868764420.post-51800263906181483022013-04-01T09:12:00.003-07:002013-04-01T09:12:29.192-07:00A Maple Syrup Mess!How do you clean maple syrup off the floor? I recently got to find out the answer to this question when I discovered a Sam's club size syrup bottle completely empty on my pantry floor. I am not talking about<i> real </i>maple syrup, but the high fructose corn syrup stuff that is so much cheaper. Honestly when I first discovered this I think I stood in shock for a few minutes thinking how I would even attempt to clean up such a sticky mess. I don't even know how long it had been there smashed in the back corner of my pantry. I imagined one of my boys stepping on it trying to reach the bag of marshmellows that were now opened and hard. I wondered if they had noticed the top breaking off and syrup pouring from the container and debated in their mind to tell their mother but instead ran quickly away from the evidence of their mischief. Hmmm...I just decided to walk away myself for the moment and went to the internet to find out tips on cleaning up syrup. Some ideas I found were to use wax paper on top then scrape off, flour and then scrape, pouring a can of soda on top, freezing and then chipping away, and some others. Obviously freezing wasn't an option. I decided to try the wax paper first since it seemed to be the least messy. A big fail. The syrup would stick to my scraper and nothing else. Next I tried the flour. It made a huge mess but I was at least able to scrape off the syrup from the floor and into the trash. I won't lie. It was still difficult but workable.<br />
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Here is my littlest guy who thought that what I was doing looked like a lot of fun and managed to get through my "barrier" of items.<br />
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After scraping for a couple of hours (yes it took that long), there was still of bit of sticky residue left on the concrete floor. I decided to try the soda tip. I took one of my husband's diet sodas (I wasn't about to waste the good stuff) and poured it on top of the residue and let it sit for a little while.</div>
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I then took a rag and some hot, soapy water to the floor. It cleaned up nicely despite the paint marks that are still there, but I was really tired of scraping by then. Besides, I had a couple of boys coming home from school soon that I needed to have a little talk with :) and a pair of pants that now needed a good washing. </div>
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Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17428672146825905337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817634592868764420.post-39178903634241786642013-03-14T10:30:00.002-07:002013-03-14T10:55:07.194-07:00He rules the roost.I can understand how so many people say that the youngest child perhaps has it the easiest or gets their way...a lot. In my opinion it is because the parents are too exhausted from all the other kids to do much about it. Oh alright, and most of us have learned not to sweat the small stuff. This is true with our youngest and well, he is just so cute even with spit running down his face and hair that looks like pig pens from Charlie Brown. Yes, this one does get his way often and if he doesn't, we are sure to hear about it (and so are the neighbors).<br />
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This winter has been slow and filled with the stomach flu bug that will just not leave our family alone. We are all tired of the sicknesses and are finally, FINALLY, enjoying some time of good heath which we are so very grateful for. Our 2nd boy recently got baptized and I have never seen anyone more excited to do so. The boy was grinning ear to ear for weeks. He also received scriptures from his grandpa and he was so excited to have them and wanted to keep them nice. On Sunday he happily took his scriptures to church...in the box! I told him he didn't need to take the box, but he pleaded with me to let him. Well, the box has disappeared now (hmm...) and my hubby and I purchased him some scripture covers which he was just as thrilled about. So grateful to have this boy in my life who fills my days with laughter and smiles.<br />
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<br />Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17428672146825905337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817634592868764420.post-74118255417804745332012-09-26T16:31:00.002-07:002012-09-26T16:31:40.383-07:00Shocking!Shocking....I know. I am actually still alive and have now updated the blog and am making a new post. Our summer has been busy, mostly just keeping up with the kids activities. I have enjoyed having my kids home from school this summer. It was nice to just relax and honestly, yes I'm going to say it, not argue with them about getting their homework done. That being said, it is also nice to get back to a routine.<br />
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The boys were not excited to go back to school, however, they were excited to see their friends and so far, things have been going well for them. Our little #3 has been trying preschool out. He is a shy little guy, so it has been a little difficult for him (and for me), but he loves being there after he gets over Mommy not being with him.<br />
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Our #4 just learned to climb the kitchen chairs yesterday which means he enjoys getting on the table, playing on the computer, and also moving the chairs to where ever he pleases. He is always so very busy and keeps me on my toes. <br />
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The hubby and I are doing great and enjoying the cooler weather. His shop that he has been building this summer is mostly finished with just a few minor touch ups left. Here are some fun pics of the boys to send you on your way. Thanks for visiting!<br />
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<br />Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17428672146825905337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817634592868764420.post-37778606097254802412012-04-13T14:50:00.000-07:002012-04-13T14:50:02.936-07:00About My MomI was reading this morning an article about moms in the May issue of Parents magazine and thought that this might be fun to quiz some of my own children on. Their answers were interesting to say the least. This would be a fun keepsake to make for Mother's day.<br />
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What does Mommy do while you are at school?<br />
<i>C: Take care of the kids.</i><br />
<i>E: Work</i><br />
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If your Mom was an animal, what kind would she be?<br />
<i>C: A wolf because she taught the wolves (meaning wolf cub scouts here).</i><br />
<i>E: A dolphin.</i><br />
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What is Mommy's favorite TV show?<br />
<i>C: Chopped.</i><br />
<i>E: The cooking channel.</i><br />
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I love Mommy because:<br />
<i>C: she takes care of me.</i><br />
<i>E: she feeds me lunch, dinner, and breakfast.</i><br />
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What food does Mommy make best?<br />
<i>C: That chicken noodle soup. That is the very best.</i><br />
<i>E: Ramen</i><br />
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What makes your Mommy laugh?<br />
<i>C: When we say silly things.</i><br />
<i>E: Jokes.</i><br />
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How tall is your Mommy?<br />
<i>C: About 6 or 7 feet.</i><br />
<i>E: 20 feet.</i><br />
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My favorite thing to do with my Mommy is...<br />
<i>C: play games.</i><br />
<i>E: play.</i><br />
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Nobody is better than [she is at]...<br />
<i>C: making noodles.</i><br />
<i>E: making soup for us.</i><br />
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My mom says the most important rule is...<br />
<i>C: to love each other.</i><br />
<i>E: no saying bad words.</i><br />
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My Mommy is as pretty as...<br />
<i>C: anything (gee, thanks honey). </i><br />
<i>E: Elsa (the girl he really really likes, but we're not saying GF or he screams, she is not). </i>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17428672146825905337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817634592868764420.post-14716957393087053162012-01-06T07:42:00.000-08:002012-01-06T07:42:34.571-08:0025 RulesSo 2012 has arrived and I have lots of goals popping in my head this year. I am usually one <i>not</i> to make resolutions but I suppose that is what the new year is for: changing things, improving things, having a fresh start. This past year has been busy and I am hoping in this year that I will have time for the things on my to do list, but I can imagine I will really be chasing after my boys (may it at least help me be fit)! I came across "25 Rules for Mothers of Sons" on Pininterest (yes, I am addicted too) and of course I loved it since I have four of these little guys. It is worth reading.<br />
<a href="http://studerteam.blogspot.com/2011/11/25-rules-for-mothers-of-sons.html?m=1" target="_blank">http://studerteam.blogspot.com/2011/11/25-rules-for-mothers-of-sons.html?m=1</a>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17428672146825905337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817634592868764420.post-31297715031771073152011-10-25T11:28:00.000-07:002011-10-25T11:28:01.624-07:00Are you ready for some football....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicZSjqOAa9eQ7FZ82pMM85uUwv5MBlXFkkyNoZ8dEXWIExVhJNEHJCThHf81AgfTJ-QJHL_OHXluE6-n2OX2Qz0i35r-Brkt0Dc1E_7_9FNLZyNly15yRe-38zCO8v9_4wzoeyCDcAtpb2/s1600/Ang+phone+2011+026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicZSjqOAa9eQ7FZ82pMM85uUwv5MBlXFkkyNoZ8dEXWIExVhJNEHJCThHf81AgfTJ-QJHL_OHXluE6-n2OX2Qz0i35r-Brkt0Dc1E_7_9FNLZyNly15yRe-38zCO8v9_4wzoeyCDcAtpb2/s640/Ang+phone+2011+026.jpg" width="480" /></a></div>Ahhhh...isn't this the cutest little football you've ever seen? Totally, right! This is our little Reagan supporting his brothers at their football games this fall. The boys have finally finished their football season. They played, well...they played and Ethan did a bit of twirling too. LOL. I got this cute hat from Etsy and Reagan has almost outgrown it already. He is going to be wearing it again this Halloween and will be Daddy's football and of course, Dad will be sporting the BSU jersey. The kids are busy, thus keeping me busy, but I try my best to do some girly things along the way. Well, now I have a screaming child in the background, so my post will have to end now, but hope you enjoy the pic.Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17428672146825905337noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817634592868764420.post-24165070901875767392011-09-05T16:47:00.000-07:002011-09-05T16:47:08.060-07:00School<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkGQVUzigSYog_OLQ3Fag_jmqKXiwLIAuvGUtsdT6KKRTZ8KyzCgKFnCkUTgcTN2nLYURlWAntAXo_j1NnH4kk7HWGfaqvbTupGJ-25eyLQBs_ccTrZhRgeOKDcVk9fxofgeWN2G6mPimk/s1600/July-Aug+2011+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkGQVUzigSYog_OLQ3Fag_jmqKXiwLIAuvGUtsdT6KKRTZ8KyzCgKFnCkUTgcTN2nLYURlWAntAXo_j1NnH4kk7HWGfaqvbTupGJ-25eyLQBs_ccTrZhRgeOKDcVk9fxofgeWN2G6mPimk/s640/July-Aug+2011+010.jpg" width="426" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Boys on <strike>1st</strike> 2nd day of school</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">I have been so excited to have school start again and the boys, well, they didn't actually get excited until it really was the 1st day of school. It was more work this year to get all the necessities needed and thanks to Dad's help, we managed to be ready. The boys were up bright and early and we were all ready to go with 20 minutes until the bus arrived and when the boys actually have time, I let them watch some morning cartoons while they wait. Little did I know the bus was going to be 10 minutes early and I wouldn't have time to snap that 1st day of school photo. Luckily, I managed to see the it rounding the corner or we would have missed it completely. The poor kids had to run the whole way to the bus stop. Bad mommy! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div>When they arrived home, I was quite confused because Ethan came by himself and Caden was nowhere in sight. Ethan walked in the door and said, "I missed you, Mommy" and just about burst into tears. Oh, <i>melt my heart</i>! After a confusing discussion and Caden arriving home 5 minutes later, I found out there had been some bullying on the bus and Ethan had been scratched on the hand by another boy. Caden had begged the bus driver to let them out at his friend's house for a band aid (because he didn't want to listen to him scream any more) and they let them out (WHAT!). So our neighbor drove Ethan to our house and Caden opted to walk home. Seriously I wasn't too pleased with the whole situation (I can be somewhat paranoid). I was quite heartbroken that Ethan had experienced this. I wish I could be there to protect my kids all the time. Kids can be so mean sometimes (and so can we adults), but that is just a part of growing up. Unfortunately, we have to learn how to deal with these things. After some hugs and kisses, things were better, and we talked about their day. I was happy to learn that that they both had a good time and E even managed to eat some of his lunch. So the next day we were up early again and this time I drove them to school to ensure I would get some 2nd day of school pics instead of the back of their heels running after the bus. :)Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17428672146825905337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817634592868764420.post-50989812776330267612011-08-30T10:01:00.000-07:002011-08-30T10:01:09.151-07:00Good Morning, Sunshine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgym6Y75Wkbxh6o3ayDe36SM9UozMcBxhp48gq-e0VnjUSs7MTBdOCyrRQZk0bc5KIJMxhtmjOpTHOCzPHSFdqz-Y3u-TCuQG5-xNftZ_m7ugB4JzQGal2UCA6q_8oTDSUKpgQeAu29-Cf/s1600/July-Aug+2011+074.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgym6Y75Wkbxh6o3ayDe36SM9UozMcBxhp48gq-e0VnjUSs7MTBdOCyrRQZk0bc5KIJMxhtmjOpTHOCzPHSFdqz-Y3u-TCuQG5-xNftZ_m7ugB4JzQGal2UCA6q_8oTDSUKpgQeAu29-Cf/s640/July-Aug+2011+074.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Our little Reagan is 5 weeks today and Sam and I say that it feels like it has been forever. Usually people say it has gone by so fast and while these past few weeks have somewhat flown by-our feeling of lack of sleep has not. :) Reagan was up bright and early this morning and I decided to take a picture of his morning hair do. He has such crazy hair. I'm just not really sure what to do with it but let it do it's own thing. Reagan is such a noisy baby; he grunts and does this (what I think is adorable) billy goat noise. He reminds me of Caden when he was little in that respect.<br />
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I have to admit that the adjustment has been difficult. I have heard the 3rd is the hardest, well I have to say it is the 4th for me. Really, I think that probably depends more on the child. Reagan prefers to be held...ALL the time. Then you add in caring for 3 other boys and things become chaos. I really try to keep up, but right now crayon is on the windows and pencil on the wall, my laundry bin is overflowing, and we really watch our step in the baby/craft/computer room, but hey, at least I managed to clean the bathrooms. My hubby has been wonderfully understanding as most days he comes home to a not so clean house, noisy children, and dinner unprepared, and still manages to greet me nicely. So it has been hard not doing the things I think I'm responsible for and the things I want and would love to do. I'm not blogging about this because I want a pity session. My life is good and I am blessed with so many simple things, but I have felt like no one really understands what I'm going through (even though I know better) and then I received a wonderful letter from my mother-in-law and a phone call the other day from my own mom. Here were two women in my life who let me know they loved me, were thinking of me, and just said things that affirmed to me that they understood. Sometimes we just need to be reminded. So my hope is that perhaps when you read this post that you will send a note or pick up the phone to call someone who you have been thinking of and remind them.Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17428672146825905337noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817634592868764420.post-59010649385100033332011-07-28T11:36:00.000-07:002011-07-28T11:36:59.357-07:00Boy # 4<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Hp9L1b-37QCi86NkOkmrbVi_8-qo1dEvvSa4t0xS4L8NxFrjOl99ZA2CR_f0TaYbyq-7lnZ5A8IGzaUuG5rL3N4hdLqLIGKP9bTqx2H0k9x_wnx0jcqnAdGftSgr7NVfdUAD0XVldhJS/s1600/IMG_0148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="425" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Hp9L1b-37QCi86NkOkmrbVi_8-qo1dEvvSa4t0xS4L8NxFrjOl99ZA2CR_f0TaYbyq-7lnZ5A8IGzaUuG5rL3N4hdLqLIGKP9bTqx2H0k9x_wnx0jcqnAdGftSgr7NVfdUAD0XVldhJS/s640/IMG_0148.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
We added another little boy to our family on Monday. We named him Reagan Michael. Mom and baby are trying their best to get some rest so we will post more on our new guy later on.Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17428672146825905337noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817634592868764420.post-67443406095199465282011-07-19T09:57:00.000-07:002011-07-19T09:59:31.927-07:00Butterfly Mobile<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPT24cX0rCE3e1TU8vaNlkYaQ15Npm04SCPnVsIJVFD50gSQltuq-YnuaxzBJfSFA7vgSoyyAH8Dn27G7JcQOmeFNN0Ah7jeurz-6mI-2lDGMapEJw4W05q_rgAEk_go-V_ZPitjohcb0-/s1600/July+2011+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div>So a few months back I found some cute butterfly mobiles on Etsy and thought to myself, "I can make that". I decided to give it a try and cut some butterflies using my Cricut out of vellum and some sparkly white paper. I also picked up some crystal beads to add. I went to work not having any plan, meaning I just starting stringing them randomly with no measurements or how many to even make. A few nights into this and I began to think I would be adding this to my growing pile of unfinished projects. I was also worried that it wouldn't turn out as it was just looking like a gigantic butterfly mess. So this last week, I decided I had better give this one more lasting effort and finish the dang thing. Amazingly, I did just that and it looks better than I expected. I would hope to have a plan if I did this again, but highly doubt it will be attempted. Here is my FINISHED project and just in time as I have only 5 more days until my due date. I certainly won't be putting this even close to little hands to grab and choke on, but for now it makes a cute hanging decoration in baby's room.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Our wolf den at the end of day camp (of course my son is not smiling)! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL_zsnxLvieprm7Z3dTJyv5Br-p8LxfKVrN6exBRL5_24XRTrGn8grsG-MlkL4TPd4EbHLqkhYGS_yWUsMfTSWU4z7OabtsU01X1AmuupHAExLbQLcZSCJY1xn6ZZNj3pFVXMGfuXR_wE7/s1600/May+2011+041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br />
</a></div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17428672146825905337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817634592868764420.post-60616926882412074212011-06-07T16:58:00.000-07:002011-06-07T16:58:16.142-07:00UpdateLife at the Grover household is going well. School has been out for almost 3 weeks now and the boys are enjoying it so far even though the weather hasn't been so great. We will get one nice hot day and then a week of rain and wind. I am enjoying some days of actually sleeping in. The oldest boys are up early, but turn on the TV in the morning and Will has been sleeping in occasionally. It is absolute bliss on those mornings when I might get to sleep in until 7:30 or 8:00 especially now that sleep is becoming more difficult for me these days. I think pregnancy sometimes prepares you for the little newborn. I see that our pregnancy ticker has us down to 47 more days. WOW! We are so<i> not</i> prepared. I have purchased a box of newborn diapers and white onesies, but that is the extent of our preparedness. Not knowing the sex of the baby does have its disadvantages...but the decision was made and at least I'm sticking to it. Sam insists it is a girl, at least to me, but he insisted we were having a girl with our first and you can see how that turned out. :)<br />
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Speaking of Sam, he has now finished his master's degree. I believe it took 3 years to finish the task. I am so very proud of him. What an accomplishment! He is happy to be done and not spending his weekends on homework. Good timing, too, as life is about to become even busier for us.<br />
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Here are some photos of our Will keeping busy himself. He is into everything and goes everywhere now and is just as clever as the rest of the boys at finding ways to get what he wants.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZs_MGqYi26WdDf2FNL64QBzrjX01_bTOCJPdODMRHwYDROMzFT8An3e3RpyuvFlB7cGCn7Hrf-Nk3wnN7vhg-yS-jFHeRKbNDlMpyTZKukeIr9nTpXubm-ONwLvIWuwbv6YwTiR08dwoh/s1600/Picture+302.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZs_MGqYi26WdDf2FNL64QBzrjX01_bTOCJPdODMRHwYDROMzFT8An3e3RpyuvFlB7cGCn7Hrf-Nk3wnN7vhg-yS-jFHeRKbNDlMpyTZKukeIr9nTpXubm-ONwLvIWuwbv6YwTiR08dwoh/s320/Picture+302.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I actually won this Moda fabric from the Quilt Shoppe that was in Rigby and have finally gotten around to using it. I am a beginning quilter so I purchased a book of quilt patterns that uses jelly rolls, and totally ignoring the part that said this pattern was for advanced quilters, I picked this star pattern. I mean really how hard could it be? Yeah...okay. I cannot tell you how many times I was using my seam ripper on this. With a baby on the way and so many other projects to do, I finally gave up on perfection and just sewed on despite the flaws. I think it is still cute. Speaking of cute, here are some pictures of my little helper who likes to take out the pins for me.<br />
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THE BOTTOM OF BABY'S FEET AND POSSIBLE HAND IN THERE TOO.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So I know that it has been a while since my ultrasound, but I thought I would post some photos from that appointment. I did a horrible job on the scan of those photos, so sorry about that. The baby is healthy as can be and the sex is unknown, at least by me. Sam could know by a wink wink from the ultrasound tech, but if he did, I never saw it and he is not letting on to me that he knows. The baby is 25 weeks now and is doing so very well. I would say that this is the most active baby I've had before birth and being able to feel that movement is one of my favorite things about pregnancy. It is always thrilling for me even at 5 in the morning. Prego Mom here is doing great. I finally bought some maternity clothes today, which I really dislike doing, although I will say that maternity clothes have really improved since my first. I just don't like to spend money on something I'm going to wear for just a little while. We have a stash of maternity clothes that has made the rounds with the sisters, but alas, my sister Jen is pregnant right now. I was hoping to wait it out until then (she is due May 1), but it is just not happening. Hey, 25 weeks isn't bad. I just can't hang out in PJ bottoms all the time.</div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17428672146825905337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817634592868764420.post-2072425640667995982011-04-13T12:14:00.000-07:002011-04-13T12:15:41.443-07:00Dinner Time ConversationsThis is just a funny thing that happened at our dinner table a while ago...<br />
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Caden, our 8 year old, said this, "Mom, I know a bad word that we shouldn't say."<br />
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"Umm...really," I say, holding my breath.<br />
"Yeah, my friend at school told me what it is and it is a baaad word," he replies.<br />
At this point, Sam and I are looking at each other with wonder on our faces at what possible word he could have learned of. "Okay," I say, "Why don't you tell me what the word is and I will let you know if that is a word we shouldn't use."<br />
Shaking his head in disbelief that I would ask such a thing, Caden replies, "Oh no Mom, I'm not going to say it. I know it is a bad word. I'm not going to say it".<br />
"It's okay, honey. Just tell me what it is".<br />
Now my son is just squirming in his chair and grinning from ear to ear, still in disbelief that I want him to say this word. "No way, Mom. I'm not going to say it, but I know how to spell it."<br />
"Okay, spell it for me".<br />
"A-S-S".<br />
"You mean ASS," my 6 year old blurts out in his loud, squeaky voice.<br />
Sam and I again look at each other, first relieved at discovering which "naughty word" Caden had learned of, and second bursting into laughter at Ethan's comment. You see it was all very innocent of Ethan. He is sounding out his letters to build words, so it wasn't that he knew what it was, he just put them to together and came up with the right word. Now Sam is just laughing. I am trying to hold it together. Caden is shocked and starts pointing to his brother saying, "Oh Ethan, you just said a bad word".<br />
So I start to go into lecture mode and tell the boys what the actually meaning is and that it can have a different meaning if someone uses it for a different purpose like name calling, blah, blah, blah.<br />
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Usually our dinner time conversations consist of the 2 eldest boys trying to talk over each other or stating how yucky their dinner is and Sam and I "coaxing" (yeah, right) them to eat and Will is always in the background happy as can be wanting something more that we haven't already put on his plate, but every once in a while we learn something new or have a good laugh over what the boys are saying.Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17428672146825905337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817634592868764420.post-76049956049861015072011-03-17T13:29:00.000-07:002011-03-17T13:34:29.544-07:00Great to be eight!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX2h_GtgMDqdps8lSc6kQKUjTftbvpdFtJlkdZsA9YB8jmHJknTkh3skr0EEheRuXTo78M03j37_qB26KdCYXtGRA8uK2wBknOQypMZruMiq7mXcp4wkyCgjIAAuXBJt7h4tMmzm_pPvXi/s1600/Jan+2011+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX2h_GtgMDqdps8lSc6kQKUjTftbvpdFtJlkdZsA9YB8jmHJknTkh3skr0EEheRuXTo78M03j37_qB26KdCYXtGRA8uK2wBknOQypMZruMiq7mXcp4wkyCgjIAAuXBJt7h4tMmzm_pPvXi/s320/Jan+2011+006.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Yes, I know my son's birthday was way back in December, but I thought I would write about it anyways because turning 8 seems to be such a fun age to be!<br />
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A great thing about turning 8 is being baptized. These are photos of Caden the day after his baptism because apparently I wasn't well prepared that day, but he is still just as handsome and silly the day after. He is holding his new set of scriptures and scripture bag up proudly that the Grover Grandparents purchased for him. (Thank you!) So very proud he chose to be baptized and hope he will follow the promptings of the Holy Ghost in his life.<br />
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Caden and Ethan in the snow covering the porch steps in Island Park. It was so deep and beyond a workout to actually walk to the front door from the road. Try doing that pregnant and carrying a toddler. I stopped many times along the way. :)<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">William eating the snow, of course!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Here in the valley, most of the snow has left us for now. I am eagerly awaiting spring to make its appearance and can already see the daffodils I planted last fall poking their green tops from the ground. I am excited. Yes, it is the little things for me. I know this summer will be a busy one for our family and Sam has already tried to talk me out of planting a garden this year, but it almost feels wrong not to. I'm not sure if I will be able to keep up with the plants and lawn this year as I am sure my round, pregnant self will be running after Will who gets faster and more clever every day. But that thought still doesn't keep me from wanting to plant and eat some fresh peas from the garden. I just might have to convince all those boys (and man) to help. :) </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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We got these pictures at the beginning of November and little did we know it, but we were expecting another little one. Fast forward to the middle of December and we were shocked to learn of it. Now it is January and I think we have gotten over the shock. I say shock because Sam had a vasectomy (without getting his special test later) over a year ago after our 3rd child, and yes, the child is his, so I say. Ha ha! (I have welcomed him to have that test done because once it is he will forever be hearing me say, I told you so!) I had an ultrasound a few weeks ago and found that baby is due July 24. I am so excited. Really a wonderful gift as I thought my pregnancy days were over and despite the exhaustion and sickness, I am overjoyed with the thought that I get to experience this again...but also sometimes petrified that I will be a mother of four. As for Sam, well he needs more time adjusting to all this. Our boys seem excited by a new sibling and surprisingly, they both want another brother. Ethan even says that he will hold the baby this time. I asked him why he didn't last time and he replied that he was afraid the baby would wake up and cry.Aahhh.Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17428672146825905337noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817634592868764420.post-23896557846288582452010-11-03T13:35:00.000-07:002010-11-03T13:36:40.788-07:00A SPOOKTACULAR TIME!The boys had a great Halloween this year. The weather was just beautiful. This has been the first Halloween in a long time that it hasn't snowed, rained, blown, or been freezing cold. Here are some pictures from the holiday celebration.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is a cub scout flag I made for our den. Back in September, our handbook suggested to make a den flag. The boys traced their hand prints and then we cut them out, but for weeks I have been thinking about how I was going to make a flag. I have little sewing knowledge and am just learning as I go. Very little sewing was done here. I wanted the hand prints to be removable so I stitched them to the flag, so that when our cub scout goes to bears, he can take his hand print as a memento. Also, I added some decorative stitches on the sides of the diamond. The rest was done with my friend, fabric glue. I printed a copy of the wolf badge from the internet and used this to cut out the shapes. The wolf was a challenge. I happened upon a projector from a handy someone and used it to trace the wolf onto the felt with fabric paint, then I filled in the rest later. It was a bit tricky and I had to use my own artistic abilities (surprisingly, I have some). It certainly is not perfect, but I think it turned out great!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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The boys are back to school now. Caden is in 2nd grade and Ethan has started kindergarten. They are both doing well and liking their teachers. William is such a good boy and is becoming more active every day. Tonight he stuck a bean up his nose at dinner time. No one even saw him do it, but I noticed his eye was watery and he kept messing with one nostril, so I investigated. Sure enough, a big bean was stuck in there. Surprisingly, we have never dealt with this before. We tried tweezers, the "sucker" (we call it, you know that bulb syringe thing), and only got half of that bean out. Will was screaming so much at this point that we decided to move him to the couch and see if that wouldn't help. Luckily, in his fit of anger, he blew that bean right out! I am hoping that perhaps he now knows that putting things in your nose isn't such a good idea, but then putting a ball of yarn in the toilet isn't such a good idea either...but that is another story.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Our littlest boy just turned one and I think our family was all excited over the matter. I have tried to cherish all the baby moments and get in all the cuddles I possibly could with William, but it still went by too fast. Will is now tenderly walking with quite a few falls, but has been fearless in the whole learning process. He always keeps on going. He is saying Mama, Dada, kitty, and last night, bottle, and a bunch of other sounds we haven't figured out yet. He has two bottom teeth and the two top ones are now just cutting through (fun times). He has learned much from his brothers already and thinks wrestling around on the floor is the greatest thing ever. Also, he is now sleeping through the night. YEAH!!! I think he had a good birthday and I just love the 1st cake thing. I will have to post pictures later because I left the camera on from the said event and now the batteries are dead, but it was so fun to watch. </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17428672146825905337noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817634592868764420.post-16934413982519890532010-03-11T11:35:00.000-08:002010-03-11T11:38:43.409-08:00Apparently, I need to get a job!Last night during dinner my husband informed me that I needed to get a job. "Oh yeah, why is that," I said. "So we can afford to feed this boy," he said. I just smiled.<br />
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Over the past few months, Sam and I have been amazed by the increase in our oldest son's appetite. Let me give you an example. Almost every morning Caden wants eggs, either scrambled with cheese or fried which he has with 2 slices of toast and occasionally he will ask for french toast. Then he is off to school with his snack tucked away in his backpack and lunch is served there later on. When he returns home, he heads straight for the pantry for a snack. I can recall doing just that as a kid. Everything pretty normal, I guess. Then dinner last night. He ate 4 rolls with butter and jam, 3 small baked potatoes with butter, two slices of cheese, and a couple helpings of cottage cheese, and that is just what I can remember. The boy is seven! I can't imagine what he will be like as a teenager. And....I have 3 boys!<br />
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When I was a kid, my family spent a lot of time with another family who, well, they are just like my brothers and sister, and another set of parents, I guess. Hard to explain, but they were very close to us and I love them. Well, there was a total of 7 kids between our families and we went on many, many camping trips. I can't imagine trying to feed 7 hungry kids, but 'our' parents did it. When it was time to eat, I just remember it being like a big stampede for the food. You had to get there quick or nothing would be left. I still have this innate desire when I'm in a big group of people waiting for food, to get there quick! Well, the oldest of us kids seemed to have a bottomless pit of a stomach. I can recall everyone talking about his appetite. I don't think I have ever seen anyone to this day that could eat like he could. Even my brother, a waif of a kid growing up, could eat so much as a teenager.<br />
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So when I see my seven year old eating like he did last night, my thoughts go back to these moments. I wonder what his appetite will be like as a teen and if I will ever be able to keep our pantry stocked with 3 teenage boys and their friends. Sam is right, I will need to get a job!Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17428672146825905337noreply@blogger.com2