tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58893385989383468212024-03-13T05:22:13.988-07:00Morrison MomentsTo My Child...
"When I tell you I love you, I don't say it out of habit or to make a conversation. I say it to remind you that you're the best thing that ever happened to me."Lindsi Morrisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08033596325102025591noreply@blogger.comBlogger104125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889338598938346821.post-88146522288705937852014-07-14T09:12:00.000-07:002014-07-14T09:12:51.871-07:00RememberDear Self,<br />
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Remember. Remember that everything in life happens for a reason. Remember that there is something to be grateful for every day. Remember that this life is a gift and that decisions determine our destiny.<br />
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During our sacrament meeting yesterday good friends of ours spoke and shared some important messages. The focus of one of the talks was to remember. To record your life to share with our family, friends, and those who will only learn about us from the things we make record of. He said to make time to remember the details of this life and to recognize the hand of God in each day. It had me thinking about my present time and how sometimes all I can think about is the future and I spend so much time focusing on the future that I tend to push aside my present. My children especially. I think about when they are older, when they can get themselves dressed or for heavens sake, wipe their own bums!<br />
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I want to always remember them as they are right now. I want to remember how much they need me and how much they are learning. I want to remember the way they say "I love you, see you soon" over and over and over to the point of tears whenever I leave the house for a meeting or a quick outing. I want to remember how much they trust me and turn to me for <i>every.little.thing</i>! I spend to much time getting frustrated with them for things they have no control over. I need to remember they are little, and that they will only be this way once. I need to spend my time comforting and encouraging them. I have my good days, but lately I feel like they are few and far between.<br />
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Remember Bostyn, how she likes to be in charge and loves to be vocally recognized. She is very good at making you do exactly what she wants and her pouty look can get her just about anything she wants! Remember her lisp and all the conversations we have together and all the emotion she shows in her face when she is telling stories! Remember her contagious laugh and her one-dimpled smile. Her big blue eyes and her tiny little nose. Her love for all things pink and princess. The next time she asks me to paint her nails and toes I hope I can remember to take five minutes to bond with her and remind her there is nothing in this world I wouldn't do for her.<br />
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Remember Madden, what a sweet and sensitive boy he is and I hope always will be. He wants to be just like his dad and wants to be the best at everything. He is protective and so loving. Remember his brown eyes and how he searches your face for direction and comfort. Remember how he plays with my hair every time he is nervous and the way he makes a<i> hmmm </i>noise whenever he is embarrassed! I need to remember how sensitive he is and how much it hurts his feelings whenever he thinks I am disappointed in him. I hope I can always remember to teach him to do his best and that will always be enough.<br />
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Remember Breckyn, what a sweet child she is. I want to remember every detail about her! I want to always remember the day she was born and the way my life changed that day because of her. She is so very special and so needed. I need to remember how quickly she will grow and how I need to cherish every minute with her. Remember her smile and how from the moment you walk into her room each morning she is full of joy and love. How her smile brightens every morning! Remember the way she loves her Dad and how he is the one who can always make her laugh and the second she sees him her whole body smiles and wiggles! Remember the way she stares when I feed her and how each time I look down at her she is already looking up at me. I need to remember to put my phone down while I feed her and just enjoy each moment with her. Remember how she loves to be cuddled and at the same time how much she loves her own space! I hope the next time she is fussing I can hold her and comfort her instead of giving her her binkie and walking away.<br />
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Remember how very blessed I am and always have been.<br />
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<br />Lindsi Morrisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08033596325102025591noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889338598938346821.post-58587880961741010052014-07-06T21:33:00.001-07:002014-07-07T15:37:57.792-07:00Dear Madden... <div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I'm not much of a journal writer. I wish I was, but I've started 20+ journals in my life and don't think I have ever made it past entry #5 so I turned to blogging. Once again. I'm not much of a blogger! I enjoy reading other blogs and stalk frequently ;) I have great intentions of keeping this updated for my family but I fail! And I'm not even sure much of our family sees this anyway. So I'm turning it into letters for my children and husband. If my intentions are to print this "letter-blog" one day do I need to make a different blog or can I choose to print from this post on? Anyone know? Anyway.... I've felt like this is something I need to do for my family and a way for me to remember the little things and the silly things my kids do and say. So I'm going to start with today. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Dear Madden, </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">You touched my heart today, as you often do. You have had such a passion and love for the church and our Lord since you started going to nursery. You are always the one to tell me in detail what you learned in class and exactly what songs you sang and what picture you colored. You are always telling me that things we do and say make Jesus very happy, and sometimes you tell us that things we are doing and saying make Jesus very sad! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Today was fast and testimony meeting and you have been asking you bare your testimony for months. I always told you that you are to little and that when you grow bigger you can have a turn! Today I changed my mind. I wanted to set and example for you, but that was after you set an example to me. The congregation was silent. Minutes were passing by with no one getting up to bare testimony. You whispered to me, "Why is no one talking, we aren't supposed to take breaks!" My heart melted in that moment so I asked if you wanted to go up there! You very excitedly agreed and we practiced a few words from our seats. Once you felt ready we walked up to the front. And you must know how much I love you to go up there with you! It's not an easy thing for me and truthfully I'm grateful to you for giving me the courage. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">We got to the pulpit and you quickly changed your mind so I told you to sit and that I would go first. You sat on my lap after I was done and we waited until you were ready. You looked into my eyes for guidance while you played with my hair and earrings like you always do whenever you get nervous. You quietly told me you were ready for your turn so we stood and tried it again! You got nervous again so I helped say a few words for you like we had practiced and we went back to our seats. We got back to Dad and Bostyn and you were immediately sad that you didn't do it by yourself and asked if you could go back up! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">What an example you were to me today son. A reminder that there should never be a quiet testimony meeting because we all have much to be thankful for and should always take those opportunities to publicly thank our Father in Heaven. You were an example of courage and faith and I am so very proud of you. I pray you always carry those qualities with you and that you are always brave and always have a desire to share what you believe. You have blessed my life more than you will ever know or understand. The things you say to me and not things all three year olds say. You are a very special boy and I love you just the way you are. Keep being my inspiration Tracer-Boy... I need it more than ever! </span><br />
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Breckyn Lee Morrison</div>
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**WARNING: This is a birth story that includes actual photos from live events that took place on March 20th ;)**</div>
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I figure I'd better write Brecks birth story before I forget it all! Its already been a month since this little bit of heaven joined our family and what a perfect addition she has been! We love this baby more than words and I am beyond grateful to be her mother. And even more grateful that I get to watch Robbie once again be a father, and he is thee best at it and it was like I got to fall in love with two people on the day of Breckyns birth! (I should insert here that YES I already loved my husband before this day BUT I got to fall in love even more, he loves his children and everyone who knows him knows that!) </div>
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My pregnancy seemed like much more than 9 months! I only had about 6 weeks in between my miscarriage and getting pregnant again so for me if felt like it was a 15 month pregnancy with no end in sight! So at 39 weeks I was over it all! (like most women are!) </div>
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I went to see my Dr. that day and I had little change from the previous week so I was in a bit of a downer Debby mood the rest of the day and had Young Womens that evening and Rob had called to tell me he was working late so I'd have to take the kids with me! Thats not my most favorite thing to do! So I had a friend of mine, who is also in YW, walk with me that night to the church pushing the 90 pound stroller with the twins! After walking back home that night and back up the hill it takes to get to my house I was tired and uncomfortable and a bit emotional! Robbie got home around 10 and after I went on and on with all my irrational hormonal "get this baby out of me rant" I decided I may as well go to bed and throw myself a pity party! </div>
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Well - 10:30 came around and i hollered to Robbie "umm.. I think my water broke... or maybe I was just finally able to pee more than a drizzle Im not really sure!" He was confused and probably wondered how I couldnt tell the difference. So there I was sitting on the toilet, since I was trying to relieve my bladder in the first place, and a gush of water happened again. And like the total genius that I am, I said to Robbie "Okay now I really dont know whats going on because I just was able to "pee" more! (I mean seriously how dumb can I be?!) So i told him to call our friend to tell her she better come up to the house. And as I was about to tell him to call her back and say never mind, the contractions hit. And they DID.NOT.STOP! Holy smokes! They started about 2 minutes apart and I had no idea what I was in for! </div>
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We got to the hospital at 11:15 and in the room and checked at about 11:30ish! I was at a 5 and contracting every minute and a half. The drug god was in an emergency c-section so I had to wait what felt like a life time! Just over an hour went by and in walked the man of my dreams ;) okay yeah, obviously im exaggerating a bit but come on lets be honest at that moment I would have done anything that Dr. asked me to. So there I was loving every second that that drug had to offer, happy as can be and high as a kite. Not the worst feeling in the world ;) My dr. came in after I got all good and medicated and I was at a 8+. I didn't think it would go so fast but everyone left us alone and turned the lights out so we could "rest"</div>
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Minutes later I kept telling Robbie I was certain she was on her way out of me .. what a strange feeling that was. After a bit the nurse came to check me since I was contracting about every 30 seconds and this is how the conversation went </div>
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Me: Okay great... so what does that mean?</div>
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Me: What? Really... sooo.. what does that mean?! </div>
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*Dont judge me for being a complete idiot! I had no idea what to expect from a normal delivery and had no idea it would all happen so quickly** </div>
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So.. we all know what happens next! Baby time! I wasn't even allowed to have any practice pushes because just attempting to take a deep breath was more than enough to get this baby out! So in walked our Doctor and a few minutes later out came this perfect little human at 2:00 AM. Gosh I wish there were words to describe that moment. There aren't. She was perfect, bald head and all. She was calm and she was more than I ever could have hoped for. She was healthy and she is all mine and we are obsessed with her!</div>
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This photo above is so beautiful to me. Seconds after being brought into this earth, I didnt get to experience this moment with the twins and this is what I longed for and why I held out for a VBAC. It was worth it. All of it. </div>
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Robbie had absolutely no interest in cutting the cord. He told the nurses he didn't want to but I told them to ask him when the time comes ;) And he did it! Did he love it? I mean, no, BUT he did it! He said it was such a strange feeling. But I mean could it possibly be more strange than the feeling of a tiny human coming out of your body? Doubt it. </div>
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We love our Doctor and his staff and are so grateful for the memories we have had with him. Such a compassionate and caring man who truly wants whats best for you. We have been through a lot with him in the past year and a half and he has been so kind through it all. </div>
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The twins LOVE their sissy and Madden tells us often how happy Jesus is that we love our baby sister so much! I swear that boy is more in tune then most grown adults and I'm always amazed at the sweet comments that come from him!</div>
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Tell me thats not the most adorable photo you have ever seen!? While holding Breckyn she wouldnt take her eyes off Robbie for the first 5 minutes! </div>
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Well there you have it! I spared you all the unkind words and things I said while I was not yet medicated and all about the reality of life after giving birth and the things that people don't ever tell you! And there is a reason why! Breck was about a week old when I was looking at her and said to Robbie, I JUST realized this baby came out of me, its no wonder I feel so awkward in my lady area! Followed by: there is a reason we forget about the pain, because Im not so certain we would want to go through it all again! (Yes of course I would go through it all again but you know what im saying) </div>
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OKAY this has been long enough. I will make another post about life with 3 kids and all that jazz! </div>
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We spent Christmas in Morgan with Robbies parents this year and had a great time! The kids were very into Santa this year and although they were terrified of him they would always tell whoever was acting alittle naughty "You better be nice or Santa isnt going to come give you a special surprise!" It was uaually Madden telling Bostyn that about once every hour but it was still cute! </div>
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Christmas Eve they got to open up new jammies, a movie and fruit snacks! (we got the most reaction out of them over the dang package of snacks than anything else!) </div>
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Christmas morning Madden was up at 6:30 asking if we could go down stairs to see what Santa brought, he tried his best to be patient while we waiting for Bostyn to wake up, so about an hour and a half later the little queen decided she would join the fun! She isn't much of a morning person so it took a few minutes for her to start acting and looking excited! </div>
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Checking to see if Santa ate his cookies and gave the reindeer carrots! Santa came to visit us while making cookies the night before but I only have a picture on my cellphone! </div>
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Everyone knows what a sweet boy Madden is, he was so happy with his gift from Santa that he just wanted to hug his Dad!! </div>
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Madden worked hard and saved money to buy Bostyn this little Barbie which she LOVED! And she bought his two little disc guns that I may, or may not, have thrown in the trash already ... Dont judge! </div>
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Little bossy pants wanted to open everyone elses presents and not her own... this is when Rob was trying to explain that that isnt how it works.. Minutes later she was upstairs in a little time out and further discussion!! She gives the nastiest stink eye and doesnt brake!! </div>
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Grandma Linda had these hats made for the kids, and even one for me, but I decided I'd save mine for baby girl for next Christmas! I just dont think I'll be wearing that hat often!! </div>
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We are grateful for all that Grandma and Grandma Morrison did for us this year! The kids are so spoiled... loved.. yes, I mean loved! ;) </div>
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But Of coarse, playing in a box of peanuts was WAY more fun than any present they could have asked for!</div>
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The boys playing the Wii. Madden was obsessed with this game and now thinks he is a real baseball and tennis player!! This kid LOVES sports, which you know makes his Dad very proud and happy!! </div>
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Bostyn gave it a try for about 3 minutes then was over it! She is a hoot and a half, but anything involving coordination isn't really her thing!!! We still love her!!! And I will still raise her to play softball!! ;) </div>
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Anyway, Happy New Year to everyone and I look forward to whats to come this year! 10 more weeks until we meet our little girl!! I cannot wait and I think its finally starting to sink in that I am even actually pregnant! The twins talk about her all the time and ask if she can come out of my belly... Madden will sit by me and just rub my tummy and say "hi baby sister!" And I think we will have to name her Breckyn because it sounds SO dang cute when Bostyn and Madden say her name!! I think Breckyn fits into our family just right!! </div>
<br />Lindsi Morrisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08033596325102025591noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889338598938346821.post-33129432641525888272013-11-25T14:54:00.001-08:002013-11-25T14:57:29.210-08:00No-Negative November :)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">**Warning, I do not know why the font is so funky!**</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Since I refuse to grow a beard and participate in "no-shave November" I had to come up with something a bit different to show my love and appreciation for my very favorite month of the year!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I have been planning to write this post since November 1st.. well that date clearly has come and gone and here I am November .. (oh heck lets get real, like I even ever know what day of the month it is!?)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I enjoy seeing/reading what people post on facebook during the month of November and how creative some can get, how deep some can think and how funny little things are that people take such joy and thankfulness in! I have been blessed with probably the greatest year of my life. Nothing huge happened, I certainly didn't hit the jackpot and no money grew on the trees that were planted. And I don't think I followed through with one little goal I set for myself. However, to sit and think of all that has happened in my life, in my kids life and how friendships have grown and my love for certain things has deepened, I'd consider this to have been a great year.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I read an old LDS conference talk recently and I can't help but remember reading...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> President Thomas S. Monson put it this way: “It is not enough to want to make the effort and to </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><i style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">say</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> we’ll make the effort. … It’s in the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><i style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">doing,</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> not just the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><i style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">thinking,</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> that we accomplish our goals. If we constantly put our goals off, we will never see them fulfilled.”</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Gosh - how I loved reading that. That short paragraph sums me up pretty well. I am one of the best at the "thinking" and "wanting to make an effort" "saying I will make an effort." And I hate to say that I am also the best at putting my goals off... constantly. It doesn't matter if its a personal goal, a spiritual goal, a goal to teach my kids, to be a better wife, a better friend, or a goal to bite my tough and to guard my thoughts... Whatever It may be I give up. Not in a, throw my hands in the air I'm done, kind of way but that I am idle in my actions. </span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Yet somehow I am so blessed to still be prompted with the desire to become and do more with myself and my time. Some nights I lock myself in my room and tell Rob that he's in charge for the night and I will lay on my bed.. browse some sort of social media app or watch some schmuck tv show that never leaves me with a desire to want to better myself! But I have to say that I have a pretty drama free life so I find great joy watching it on tv ;) reality or not!! And don't bother telling me its a waste of time. Clearly I already know that but don't plan to make any changes any time soon! (just being honest!) </span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">Of coarse, most importantly, I could not be more grateful for my super awesome husband. What a great guy that man is. A man who can say everything without ever saying a word at all! (seriously.. you will never meet a man of fewer words!!) I have been asked by more than one person how </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">he and I make our relationship work. How two people who could not be more opposite can find common ground on anything.. And I think I've come to appreciate that that is the beauty of it all. Its not a fairytale. Its real. Its easy and the only time its not, is when I choose to make it that way! I take advantage of how easy going he is and I expect 100% more from him then I do from myself and that is something I've had to learn to figure out! On the days I want to (and sometimes do) complain or express my frustration I have to ask myself if I have given 100% and if the answer is no, that I have to change my thinking. Rob would do anything for me and for our kids. Not always without asking, but again lets be honest! How many men do much of anything without being asked to do so! (and seriously if you are going to comment about how your man DOES do it all without ever being asked.. dont' bother! I won't believe you!)</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And how can I not be thankful for my two wild and crazy kids! What a blast they are. I never knew I could learn so much from two people so small! I watch them and can't help but see so much of my or Rob's personality in them. Sometimes its scary! There are some personality traits about myself I hoped my kids would never have but yet at three years old I can already see it happening! They can be the best of friends or we have days like today when I hear one yell to the other "stop it right now or I will spank your butt!" hmmm..... I wonder who they learned that from! ;) I'll blame it on my super silent hubby! My kids are so awesome. They ARE the joy that keeps our house together. Rob and I always say that even on our hardest days as parents its usually only hard because we have run out of patience or compassion. They are learning and I have to remind myself every hour of that! They can't help that their mom is a giant bundle of hormones right now! Yet, they love me every second! For that I am thankful! </span></div>
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Its obviously been awhile since I have updated our blog. I never really knew what to write or wanted to take the time to do it. I've been in a weird place the last several months and pretty much shut myself out of most social activities! After losing our last baby (which I know happens to so many people) I just shut down. Mentally. I couldn't focus on much and my memory was shot. I spent a lot of days sitting on the couch. I haven't found a word to describe it. Closest I think I can come is depression. Not from losing our baby, but I think from the hormone imbalance or something. I obviously got pregnant again rather quickly. Only 8 weeks went by before I found myself taking a pregnancy test and starring at it and kept coming back to it every ten minutes for the next week before I even told Robbie. (Yes I realize that sounds very odd that I wouldn't tell him I was pregnant BUT our anniversary was the next week so I was trying to tell him then!) </div>
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Anyway, there are a few people that I can talk to and everything is normal, but mostly I just look at the person and try to act like I am listening. Things are getting better for me mentally and I feel somewhat normal and I am trying to get back on my routine. Mentally, emotionally and physically. I spent a lot of time with a very dear friend of mine and always find myself leaving our conversations feeling like things are going to be just fine and that we all go through these times where not much makes sense but we keep on keepin' on and it all works itself out. </div>
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I've come to <strike>realize</strike>, remember again, just how blessed I am. How blessed my family is and how joyous it can be. I just went through a lot of pictures on my phone while uploaded them to my computer and figured it would be a good time to document a few and remember all these moments! </div>
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This was from our DISNEYLAND trip! Alone on splash mountain! Thank heavens our friends came with us! </div>
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My sweet family. Our kids loved DL but the lines overwhelmed them (and me!) </div>
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My extremely handsome boys! I love these two more than anything!</div>
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My twins aren't babies anymore and it makes me so sad! They will be three soon and watching them change everyday can be hard! I want to keep them little! They are my best friends!</div>
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I love when they actually get along and aren't pulling and pushing or licking and spitting! ;)</div>
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We went to a football game and Madden was is heaven! He loved every minute and cried like a baby when we left a minute early because he wanted to watch the cheerleaders dance one more time! ha! </div>
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We really do have such fun times together as a family. Lots of drama, lots of fighting and tantrums but overall things are going well and of coarse we are excited to add to our family in March! </div>
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At 16 weeks with little miss. Most days it doesn't seem real and other days I remember that I should have been having a baby this week and then I again remember I still have a ways to go! I have been pregnant all year. It really shouldn't be a surprise as to why I feel so crazy and emotional! </div>
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I wanted to be surprised by the baby's gender the day of delivery, Robbie wasn't having that idea at all and truthfully I think I only wanted to because he didn't think I could actually do it! So we compromised! We went to the ultrasound and the tech didn't tell us but wrote it down and we headed to a photo shoot to capture or reactions! We both thought it was a boy from the ultrasound. The tech showed us the legs and we thought for sure we saw "boy parts!" </div>
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We all write down our guesses on chalk boards and then I covered my eyes and my friend revealed to Robbie the gender and he helped the kids paint their hands and put them on my shirt! So when I uncovered my eyes I was honestly shocked so my reaction picture is real! </div>
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Robbie has been a real gem while I have been trying to figure out my crazy self! He steps in so much and helps me everyday! He is the greatest man and I don't ever give him enough credit for all he does! By the end of the day when he gets home its hardly a pleasant welcoming! I'm so done with the day and over the fighting and yelling and whining that I feel like all i do is complain and yet I still never hear him complain and no dinner, laundry a MILE high along with dishes! I'm sure it wasn't what he had in mind when I told him 3 years ago how excited I was to be able to stay home because i would always be on top of cooking cleaning and blah blah blah!! Oh well - such is life! And its a good one! And no I don't just sugar coat our happy life just for the Internet world. I really do love my family and all our ups and downs! ;) </div>
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All my life, for as long as I can remember, I have always worked through things by myself. I like to be alone while i deal with any kind of emotion. I don't like to show people the emotional side, the side that NEEDS help, the side that is vulnerable. So I shut others out, my family included. But over the past weeks I have felt those walls around me crumble. I felt myself reaching out to others for comfort. I knew I didn't have to feel alone during all of my confusion and heart ache. I trusted that I was doing all that I could for our baby girl. I knew my only purpose was going to be to give her a body. I knew at some point I would lose her during this pregnancy. The question was always, when??<br />
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I had been praying so hard that during the time Robbie would be away for two weeks that I would be safe. That she would be safe and alive. I knew nothing could happen while he was away. How could it? I've put so much faith and gratitude into this pregnancy that I knew the Lord wouldn't let me be without my husband while I lost our baby girl. That just didn't seem fair to me. But because I thought this way, because I allowed myself to try to make this MY plan and not our Heavenly Fathers will, I should have known. I should have known the moment Robbie left something was bound to happen!<br />
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Rob left on Monday morning and I kept myself as busy as possible. Friends told me to slow down and to take it easy, but SURPRISE, I didn't listen. It helps me to stay busy, to occupy my time with pointless chores and tasks so I don't spare a second to think about anything else. I felt my body trying to tell me something. I had pain that I ignored. Because, like I said, I knew nothing could possibly go wrong without my husband home!<br />
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Come Wednesday I knew something was wrong. A friend come over and spent a few hours with me trying to comfort me and to prepare me. I text my mom telling her not to worry and that I would call her as soon as I got home from the Doctor the following morning. Well 7 am comes around and she calls to tell me she is around the corner! I should have known! But how lucky I am she was able to be there. We went to the doctor together and I was told our little girl no longer had a heart beat. I was prepared for that. I knew it was bound to happen. I wasn't expecting her to live, to survive the pregnancy or the genetic diagnosis. I knew this was going to happen and I was at peace with that. But I was NOT at peace with my savior allowing this to happen during the one time I begged for it not to happen. I thought I deserved that.<br />
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I remember my doctor telling me how sorry he was and that "this whole thing has just been miserable." I remember telling him it hasn't been miserable at all, it has been and continues to be, the greatest thing I've ever been through. I am so grateful for this experience. I am SO grateful for what I have learned.<br />
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We set up an appointment for the following day for the D&E surgery. I knew I couldn't lose her at home and I didn't want that to be my last image of her. So I didn't have any other option. I made the decision and I wanted to be alone. I asked my mom to take my kids to Vegas for the weekend so I could just deal with this without having to worry about them. The second I loaded them in the car and said goodbye, I walked inside and closed the door and broke down. For the first time, I let myself hurt. I let myself feel the pain and the reality of the situation. I didn't have to fake it because no one was there to see me cry. I didn't have to hide anything because my kids were gone and I didn't feel obligated to be the best mom in that moment. I needed a moment to myself. I felt pain I've never felt before, physically. And just when I couldn't take it anymore my neighbor came over and knew I needed help. I asked for a blessing and as much as I wish it could have been my own husband who could have done that for me, I am grateful I was able to depend on other worthy priesthood holders who could also offer me a blessing.<br />
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I remember during the blessing and wondering why, why Robbie couldn't have been there. And just like a fire again warming my heart, I felt the Savior say "But you like to be alone, you always say you want to be alone... I'm letting you." Never again will I try to go through something alone. Its okay to let others help you, especially your own spouse. I felt like I needed to be strong so that he wouldn't know how bad I was hurting, so he wouldn't feel like he needed to help me. I knew there was nothing he, or anyone, could do so I never asked.<br />
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My friends knew I needed to go to the hospital so we called my doctor and he was able to get me in right away so we rushed over and the pain was getting worse. I couldn't handle it. I'm not sure if it was the actual pain, or if it was the fear that this pregnancy was over, the realization that my little girl didn't need me anymore. My job was done, and I wasn't sure if I was ready for that yet.<br />
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I can never express enough gratitude to the two dear friends who stayed with me while Robbie desperately tried to get home. (His flight was delayed 3 hours and from there he had to still drive from home from Las Vegas) What a comfort it was, and a blessing to be with two women who I knew loved me and wanted to be there for me. They taught me the greatest lesson, and taught me that its okay to need help. They cried with me and after the drugs, they laughed with me while i was in another world of all sorts of good feelings! Im grateful I don't remember much, I'm sure they now know more about me than they ever intended to know!<br />
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I can't remember much but one thing I can't get over was when it was all over. I remember hearing someone talk. I felt them at my feet but I couldn't open my eyes. I remember my eyelids trembling as I struggled to get them open. I remember asking how it went, and I remember some man saying "It went great, she was a little girl and she did in deed have all the handicap disabilities they said she had, you did the right thing and she is okay." Then SECONDS later I felt someone at my shoulder and this time I could open my eyes and I asked him the same question, how did it go. Only he responded different and told me after the procedure the baby is unrecognizable so he couldn't answer the questions I had. I don't know who the man was who told me about her but I am choosing to believe that was another blessing from my Savior allowing me to end with the thought of her happy and healthy. <br />
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I am at such peace with all of this and I really am happy. I am happy that I was able to give my little girl the body she needed. I was able to fulfill my calling as her mother. I am happy I can move on and not wonder if today is going to be the last of the pregnancy. I am happy that I have let myself feel. I am happy that I have let people into my life and into my emotions. I am grateful to so many of you who have supported and loved me and my family. I am grateful to those who I have been able to touch through this story. I have countless emails from people I don't even know, thanking me for sharing. I am grateful that I was able to hear the whispering of the spirit telling me to share this story. It has strengthened me, my marriage, my family and my friendships.<br />
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I know to some it sounds weird that I am happy. They keep telling me its okay to be sad. But truthfully, I understand why this happened and I understand that this is not the end for her and I can not be sad for myself when all I want is for my kids to be happy. She, our little Emma, is happy. She is where she needs to be, and because of her I will do everything in my power to stay on the path back to her and to our Savior. My family now has even greater reason and purpose to give this life all we have and to prove ourself to the Lord.<br />
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I wish there were words to express my gratitude. We've had visitors, meals and even a "cleaning lady" come by! I have the best friends and the greatest support from so so many of you. I am a better person because of this and because so many of you! And to my husband, as I sit here and type this out, he has cleaned our home and done everything I've needed him to do. I love him more than he knows and I know he loves me and would do anything for me and for our children ... I am the luckiest women and mother in this world.<br />
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Thanks for allowing to me share my story, my emotions and my testimony. And to any of you going through heart ache and wondering why. Remember this, the greatest thing I have ever heard and what got me through so much. "Instead of asking yourself 'Why me,' Try asking yourself, 'Why not me?'" The Lord knows us all, and all of our trails are for our own good and they are but an opportunity to grow and to change us. Let the change be for the better.<br />
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Until we meet again Emma.. I promise we will meet again.Lindsi Morrisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08033596325102025591noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889338598938346821.post-73473292256482778372013-04-23T20:30:00.002-07:002013-04-23T20:30:57.950-07:00Another week goes by..
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4-17-13</div>
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Do you ever wonder if you are feeling what the spirit is
trying to desperately to tell you? Wonder if what your feeling is only because
its what you want to feel, or if it really is the truth from our comforter? I
wonder all the time. Am I doing the right thing? Am I making the right
decision? Am I in tune enough with our Savior to receive the blessings he is
trying to offer me. I’d like to think I am, I like to think I am worthy of the
blessings that are poured over me. But I know that I am not, I have so much
room for improvement in my life and in becoming an instrument in the Lords
hands. But I am happy that I KNOW I can do and become more. I have not reached
a plateau and I know that I don’t ever want to reach a plateau in becoming the
greatest I can become. </div>
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I have prayed my heart out over the last few weeks and I
always find myself apologizing to my Heavenly Father and telling him that I
know he has so many others that need him. So many who are facing tragedy far
greater than mine. Those who are crying out to him for help and guidance. But I
always have to remind myself that I am just as important to my Father in Heaven
and that he has already felt the pain that I am feeling. He has suffered far
greater than I just so I could have a chance to feel all that I am feeling now.
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I laid bed last night overwhelmed. I never expected to share
my story and to have such an outpour of love, such an army of prayers being
offered in my baby’s behalf. I felt/feel the power in numbers. I knew I wasn’t
alone. I begged the Lord for answers. Begged for a feeling of peace. Begged to
KNOW the outcome of this pregnancy. But is that fair? Is it selfish to ask for
such answers when I just watched the news and knew that others are praying to know why some evil person would plant
bombs at the Boston Marathon and take lives of those they don’t even know?
Either way, I continued to pray, I felt like I received what I was looking for.
Not a yes or no answer but I received that I NEEDED to hear. </div>
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I knew without a
doubt this baby is a little girl. I’ve felt that way for weeks but never told
anyone. I lay in bed thinking of this little baby girl, what would her name be?
How do you name a perfect spirit who you will wait your whole life to meet? Are
there any names strong enough and with enough meaning for my perfect angel? Then
like a fire warming over my body, I knew. I knew her name and it brought such
peace to my soul. I felt my prayers being answered in that very moment. I felt
connected to our savior like I never have before. I felt a joy I have never
felt and also a better understanding of my purpose. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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The next morning I got the call I’ve been dreading/longing
for. I hear the genetic specialist on the other end telling me she had the
results of the baby’s genetic test. The baby tested 99% positive for Trisomy
18, Edwards disease. She told me that it’s <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><u>“not
compatible with life.”</u></i> That was, once again, a hard pill to swallow. I
told her about the success stories I have read and asked her what made her so
sure. I guess my baby’s case is just so severe giving the doctor no room to
tell me there was a chance. Then she asked if I wanted to know the gender. I
thought I didn’t at first. I thought it would be so painful to know what I was
losing. But I had to know; I had to know if what I had been feeling was right.
I needed the comfort of knowing that I was able to feel what my Savior has been
trying to tell me and that I was listening when he warmed my heart. So I said
yes, and the next words were “It’s a little baby girl.” </div>
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Tears streamed down my cheeks. I had heard the Lord telling
me about my little girl. I wasn’t making it all up and I was so happy that I
was SURE it was the spirit whispering to me. To know that we will have another
daughter, that the twins will have a sister, waiting for us when we meet at
Heavens gates. What joy that brings my soul. To miss someone you’ve yet to meet
has got to be one of the strangest feelings I’ve ever felt. What would I say if
I could just hold her and talk to her? Could I handle holding my baby girl for
hours or days then have to say goodbye? I don’t know. But I do know that the
Lord is with me and he will bring me through this and he has given me an
opportunity to learn and to grow. For that I am so grateful. He gave me the
greatest blessing a mother could hope for. He gave me a perfect baby girl that
I WILL get the chance to know when we meet again. And I know we will meet
again. </div>
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4-23-13</div>
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I waited in the lobby for what felt like a lifetime today. I
watched mothers come in and out of the office. Some with big round bellies and
some with a tiny new baby. Each was so happy, and so was I. I listened to a few
mothers complain about the wait and I couldn’t help but think to myself that I
had discovered a new term to the meaning “wait.” I wait in that office with my
head down, to afraid that someone will start to talk to me, to ask me if I am
expecting a baby. How would I respond? People don’t need to know that I am
waiting to simply go back and hear if my baby still has a heart beat. They
don’t need to know that I will be holding my breath while my Dr. slides the doppler
across my stomach searching for the sound every pregnant mother longs to hear…
So I would respond yes. Yes I am expecting, maybe not a baby in the next few
months but I am expecting my sweet baby girl in the next life. And I do believe
in the next life. </div>
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Finally I hear my name being called back. I take a deep
breath and I walk toward the nurse with a smile on my face. She brings me to
the room I will wait in while I wait for my Dr. Its there that I offer yet
another prayer. I pray for comfort, for peace. I pray for strength to be able
to take in whatever the Dr. is about to tell me. Again I take a deep breath and
tell myself that everything is going to be ok. Last week I reacted out of fear
when I hear the sound of my baby’s heart beat. I couldn’t handle it. I thought
I would be so reassured but I just couldn’t handle it. So how grateful was I
when the Dr. found no heartbeat with the Doppler. Yes, I realize it sounds
crazy to be so grateful for that, but in that moment, I was so very grateful.
He asked the nurse to get the tiny computer ultrasound machine and he found her
and her little heart beating away. She wasn’t moving so the Dr. gave her a
little push! And for a few minutes I watched my baby girl move her arms and
legs, arch her back and wiggle around. What a blessing today was. She is alive
and moving. I’ll never forget that moment. </div>
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I decided coming in every week is just a but much for right
now so I asked for a little break and we scheduled a ultrasound appointment for
three weeks away.</div>
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As I got back into my car in the parking lot I opened up a
text from a great friend. Attached is a quote from Elder. Jeffry R. Holland.
“The tests of life are tailored for our own best interests, and all will face
the burdens best suited to our own mortal experience. In the end we will
realize that God is merciful as well as just and that all the rules are fair.
We can be reassured that our challenges will be the ones we needed. And
conquering them will bring blessings we could have received in no other way.” </div>
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How I believe this statement with my whole heart. I have
realized things about my Savior, about myself and about this life that I KNOW
would be impossible, for me, to realize in any other way. I am not going
through a troublesome time. I am not losing my faith in my savior in any way. I
am experiencing the greatest blessing I have yet to face. I am being blessing
with an opportunity to grow, to serve, to teach and to learn. I am becoming stronger.
I am becoming who my savior needs me to be. </div>
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I am happy and I am at peace with each day I am being
blessing with. For today I am still pregnant, and for today that is all I <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">need</i>. And I know whenever things change
I will again be blessed with all that I <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">need</i>.</div>
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To those who have read my story, thank you. To those who
have called or text to offer thoughts, thank you. To the many who have offered
prayers, I can never repay you. What a blessing it has been for me, and my
family to feel the power of prayer. To honestly FEEL the love that so many of
you are offering my family. I ask you to continue your prayers, I believe in
prayer. I believe in miracles. Prayer changes things, its changed me. </div>
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I will never forget the overwhelming mix of emotions I felt
on the day I found out I was pregnant. I didn’t think it could be possible; the
thought hadn’t even crossed my mind. I remember feeling scared. I remember
crying and feeling so guilty that I wasn’t crying tears of joy to read the
positive test. Never in my life did I think that I would one day have that
emotion. It wasn’t that the thought of having another baby scared me, or the
thought of being pregnant. I was happy. At least I wanted to be happy. </div>
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But how could I? How could I be happy for myself when I know
of so many people who are struggling to get pregnant? So many who try for
years, so many who pay thousands of dollars just for the chance to become
pregnant. I thought about all the people around me miscarrying their babies and
being left heart broken. How was it fair that I was able to get pregnant
without planning or preparing for that next step. Why was I being blessed with
another amazing spirit to add to my family when we had already been given the
great blessing of our sweet twins. </div>
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I remember wondering what I would say when people found out
and I remember telling myself I would never let anyone know it was a surprise
because I remember how painful that feeling can be when you so badly want to
have a child and are trying so hard and others around you are getting pregnant
simply by looking at each other for to long. I knew I never wanted to make
anyone feel how I felt during the two years of trying for our first pregnancy. But
I also remember feeling different, feeling like something wasn’t right, the
spirit overcame me multiple times like a comfort I’ve never felt before and
that was something I didn’t understand. Until now…. </div>
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I have had 4 ultrasounds up to this point and then I found
myself sitting in that conference room waiting for the genetic specialist for
the longest 10 minutes of my life. He had performed an ultrasound and told me
to get dressed and comfortable so we could talk. The sound of his voice rings
in my mind, I felt pain behind his voice and I felt heartache. I didn’t
understand what was going on. He started by asking us what we knew about the
baby thus far, we replied by telling me all we knew was that a few things
didn’t look “normal.” He went on by talking about all the chromosomal
abnormalities he could see, then referred to my pregnancy as a “lethal
pregnancy” and he didn’t think I would make it to term before losing the baby. </div>
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I’ve always felt the Lord has been preparing me for a
special needs child. That was a gift in my eyes; it was a blessing from the
Lord to be trusted with such an amazing spirit. The thought of having a child
with special needs never made me nervous or scared. Having a child with such
needs was something I knew I could accept and without question, something I
could love. However, this is not going to be the case with our sweet baby.
Chromosomal abnormalities, heart defect, hole in the stomach and not being able
to detect all extremities, was all the Dr kept trying to explain to us. But to
be honest after the term Lethal Pregnancy I don’t think I heard much. He mentioned
terminating the pregnancy, the word alone sent chills across my entire body and
left tears swelling in my eyes. How dare he even say that out loud, how dare he
tell me my baby is so lifeless that I may as well ends its life by my own
choice. I wanted to be angry with him, I wanted to stand and scream my
frustration and sadness. But of coarse I understand that he was only doing his
job and that we did not share the same beliefs. I simply took a breath and told
him that wasn’t an option. </div>
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We left that conference room broken hearted and confused. If
my baby was just going to die then why hadn’t it already? Why did I just watch
on the ultrasound screen as it moved and wiggled and raised its hands up to its
face just as the Dr. was saying he was unable to see its extremities? I
wondered if our baby was a fighter, I wondered if maybe we’d become one of
those “miracle stories” we hear about. I wondered if simply by my own faith things
would work themselves out and in a few months we would be blessed with another
healthy little baby to join our family. I wondered if the Dr. was wrong. I want
him to be wrong. I want him to call me and tell me he’d like to take a second
look and for him to find nothing. I want to be a mother to this baby, more than
anything I want to understand my purpose in the Lords eyes for this baby. </div>
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Of all the things I long for, and all the conditions I wish
I could change, I know that I can’t. I know that there is nothing I can do to
help my baby, nothing I can do to change the outcome. So I wait, I will carry
this baby as long as the Lord needs me to. If he needs me to help this baby
gain a body then that is what I will do. I know and believe with all my heart
the purpose of this life but just because I have that knowledge doesn’t take the
pain away or make it any easier. I am allowed to be heart broken and I am
allowed to cry. I am allowed to wonder why this is happening and I am allowed
to hope for a miracle even when the Dr.s are telling me there is no chance. </div>
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I never want to forget how I am feeling today. I have felt
the hand of my loving Savior and I have felt the peace he is trying to offer
me. I pray I always accept this feeling and never harbor any anger or doubt.
But as for today, today I’m going to let my heart hurt, I’m going to let myself
cry every time I become overcome with emotion. And I’m going to love my two
children and my husband even more because this life is a gift, no matter how
long or short it may be. </div>
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(Eight days later)</div>
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Today I went in for a weekly heartbeat check. (Basically
they want me to come once a week to check heartbeat until there isn’t one.. I
thought hearing the heartbeat would somehow reassure me. Somehow bring me peace
and comfort.. It did not. I heard the heart racing and I couldn’t handle it. I
started to cry, to sob, and told my dr to please stop and that I couldn’t
handle hearing my baby alive yet knowing it wouldn’t last forever. He so
sweetly tried to explain and to comfort me. I asked him if he was “SURE” and he
said because of the faith he believes he could never say that because he
believes in miracles. I want to believe. He told me he has never seen a case as
severe as mine change BUT that some things are out of our hands. I left the
office heartbroken again and so confused. Yet, with hope. I don’t know if I am
setting myself up or not but all I can do is hope that things will change and
that I will be able to raise this baby in my home and come to know this special
spirit and love it with all that I have to offer. </div>
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I went home and did what I SWORE I wouldn’t do. I went to
the Internet. I searched for stories like mine and I did find them, lots of
them. Some stories ended like the Dr and specialist said they would, but some
didn’t. Some stories were the EXACT same as mine and they had their babies. Some
born with Down Syndrome, some born with Turners Disease, but they LIVED. They
were healthy and happy. They did NOT die. </div>
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I’m more confused than ever. I’m not sure if reading these
stories helped me. I just don’t know what to think from here. All I can do is
wait. All I can do is take care of myself as I would if I were having a healthy
pregnancy. </div>
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I’m not sure why I am sharing my story. It helps me to
write, it helps me knowing I am not alone. It helps. And so that’s why I find
myself at the computer typing out my feelings. I have faith that this is in the
Lords hands. I have faith that miracles do happen. Maybe my baby will be a
miracle. Either way this baby will forever hold my heart… </div>
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I will share more as I learn more. I’m not ready to talk
face to face about this and that is why I wrote it down. My family doesn’t
understand the whole story and I haven’t been able to talk about it all without
crying so maybe this will help them understand.. </div>
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We were spoiled and had two christmas celebrations this year. We went to Morgan the week before to spend time with Rob's parents. We had our first white christmas and the kids loved the snow! I'm not sure where all of the pictures went but it was a good time! </div>
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Sunday before Christmas we drove down to surprise my family at church and stayed until Christmas night. If you read my post about us all being sick on our camping trip then you can just assume where this one is headed!! My little family brought the NASTY flu down with us and as a gift to my other family members we shared it with them! Pretty sure my family is never going to invite me to another family event! </div>
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We still had so much fun and the kids were so cute and excited about it all! They loved playing with cousins and dogs! I loved being with my ENTIRE family and spend time with them! I love them all so much and miss them all the time! I would give anything to live by them! (anything but move to Vegas!!!!) </div>
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We had a yummy white chili christmas eve dinner and ate way to much junk! We started some new things this year we are all hoping to make tradition! Here are some pictures from our stay!</div>
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My WONDERFUL parents!! Love them both so much!</div>
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He loves me I promise!! :) Such a handsome fella!!! </div>
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Gift I got for my mother!! We all love this picture!</div>
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Madden and Charlie waiting at the top of the stairs for the rest of the gang!!</div>
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SO FUNNY!! Love these cute cousins! </div>
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Her favorite present!!! No surprise here!</div>
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Loves her grocery cart from auntie Kitty and Uncle Scooter!</div>
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Life all kids, mine LOVE to be outside! And for the days its to cold out I try to improvise! Thats where the indoor slide comes in handy! We are always at the park and they are USUALLY so good to just play and not fight and help each other! </div>
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These two are growing so fast and so much is changing! I am so thankful that I have captured so many moments with them and can show them all these photos one day! </div>
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Madden is Mr. Lovable! This kids loves to play and talk sports!! He loves watching and playing basketball whenever he can and ask this one to flex and you are in for real gun show! He is my little lover thats for sure. Momma's boy to the core! And I love it! He is big time flirt and LOVES dancing and Toy Story! </div>
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Then there is miss sass pants! Bostyn is turning 2, and for those who have a 2 year old know what I mean!! "MADDDDDEEEEEEENNNNNN stop it." "AGGHHHHHHHHHH.. NOOO" "BRUDDER, get it." "MOMMYYYYYYYYYY" "Doggie, shut up!" Just a few things we hear everyday! However, she is also the easiest kid ever! Attitude? YES, but she is a little mommy and loves to clean and put dishes away, Vacuum and turn on the dryer. She gives some NASTY looks but has the cutest dimples! Offer her food and she is your new best friend (gets it from her momma) She is VERY sensitive and likes to be in charge! so pretty much she is all GIRL!!! </div>
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I would love to say AWW look how sweet my babies are! Giving high five and playing so well!! Thats what this picture says at least! Little do you know they were mid-fight, straight up gangsta baby style right here! (she always wins) The pictures that followed were of her walking away with a smirk on her face and him bawling his eyes on in the background! Thats true sibling love right there!!</div>
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Playing peek-a-boo right here and oh how I LOVE this picture!!</div>
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And I loveLOVE this one! I love dirty face, black and white photos. I am going to get one of bostyn and blow them up to hang in the bathroom!! Can't wait!</div>
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<br />Lindsi Morrisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08033596325102025591noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889338598938346821.post-57978689487469180662012-12-28T20:04:00.001-08:002012-12-28T21:27:27.999-08:00Young Women's calling<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
As a girl, turning 12 was a big deal in our church! It meant you got to enter young womens and be one of the cool kids! I LOVE young womens, I loved the activities and lessons, the leaders and the girls. I posted about getting to go to girls camp this year as the assistant camp director, well shortly after I was called as the Young Womens President of our ward. Never before have I felt so excited, overwhelmed, emotional, scared, terrified, nervous, and anxious. I have always wanted to serve with the youth of the church (even though I still consider myself one of them ;)) I think as a leader you are given a chance to make a lasted change. An impression and an impact. You are given the chance to teach these young girls about the gospel about the challenges they are going to face and about the faith to overcome them. </div>
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The women that I serve are so beautiful! Truly beautiful. The are strong and funny. Sensitive and smart. In the past few months my life has been so blessed because of them and their love for me! The leaders I am able to work with are each so different and so strong. I love them all SO much and I have never been more grateful for the timing of our Saviors plan. With this calling he has filling a gap in me that I was so desperately searching for. </div>
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I am so proud of these girls and I look forward to working with and loving them! </div>
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I don't know how I will ever get caught up so I am just going to do as few as posts as needed to up catch up on the past 6 months! Let's start with some of the twins "firsts" </div>
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First time going to the movies! We went to the dollar theater to see The Lorax! Cute show, and the kids did pretty good! </div>
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I just stuffed them full of red vines and <b><strike>soda</strike></b> ...WATER.. </div>
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First time going CAMPING!!!!! I have always loved camping and being out in nature. Listening to the birds and the flowing water. Enjoying the peace and quite, not having any cell service. Cooking dutch oven and drinking mountain dew... </div>
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And that is by no means a lie! We were about 10 minutes from our destination and we see DEtOUR. ok no big deal... ya 2 miles per hour and 3 HOURS later! Someone please just kick me in the shins now! Bostyn started throwing up while we were heading up the mountain and I assumed it was motion sickness because I get very sick every time we drive.</div>
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Well when the throwing up never ending and was passed from her to me, from me to Rob, from Rob to Ryan, Ryan to Tyler, Tyler to Katie, Katie to Dad, Dad to Mom (ya you get the picture!) It was terrible. Everyone was in terrible moods and just wanted to go home. HOWEVER, the fishing was AMAZING! I even held the fish (HUGE deal for me) Im DEATHLY afraid of fish, literally, deathly! There is a good chance a fish is going to eat me one day! Besides that it was miserable and none of us EVER want to go on a family trip together again! The very thought of us all being together makes me want to vomit :) </div>
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Moving onto FIRST job! Bostyn is an extreme stylist!! She famous for getting you soaking wet while she is giving you a style and for combing her hair so hard you fear there will be nothing left when she is done! But I love this about her. She watches me to every haircut and just tells me what to do and after every client she climbs right up and asks her a cut! </div>
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Lastly, first time looking alike in a photo! (ok maybe not the FIRST but I love this and had to share) </div>
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Look at these little cute babes!! I just love them all!! Having all 5 of these babies together isn't uncommon at our house but I don't know that we've put them all in the tub together yet!! Us mommies were rushin to get them all cleaning up and ready for bed so we could head out for a girls night (a much needed girls night :)) I can't wait to show them this photo when they are older!! </div>
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<br />Lindsi Morrisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08033596325102025591noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889338598938346821.post-57721145492566444502012-07-08T15:25:00.000-07:002012-07-08T15:25:56.489-07:00Girls Camp!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
What a wonderful experience it was to go back to girls camp as a leader and not a young girl! I had a blast and I am certain we have the greatest group of young women ever! I love them all so much and so glad they allowed me to join in on the fun with them! </div>
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Not only was girls camp a blast but it was also a WONDERFUL vacation from the twins!! ;) The girls kept asking if I missed the babies (and of coarse I did) BUT I loved having a few days with no crying and not changing one nasty diaper! </div>
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I loved being able to teach the girls some of the games that I grew up with at camp, big booty and signs! They loved them and I loved reliving my camp experiences! I am so grateful that I was called to be Assistant Camp Director and I absolutely loved the leaders that came with! We stayed up longer than the girls did every night just chatting away! </div>
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Here are a few pictures! </div>
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<br />Lindsi Morrisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08033596325102025591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889338598938346821.post-78924874836890645242012-05-13T21:41:00.003-07:002012-05-13T21:43:29.700-07:00Happy Mothers Day!<br />
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Happy mothers day to my wonderful mom! To my beautiful and loving grandmothers, to my sweet and caring sister in law, to my kind and dear friends! Happy mothers day to ME!</div>
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My whole life I wanted nothing more than to be a mother! At times I wanted to skip over the whole husband part! As a young girl I loved to tend the neighbors, love on the new babies, and dream of the day that my life would be so blessed. I wanted a house full of kids, I wanted the chaos and love that only a child can bring. I wanted to be called Mom. I wanted to be that person that was needed by someone. I wanted to be that person that someone would come to when they were scared, sad, happy, confused. I wanted to have that trust that I felt with my own mother. I wanted to feel that love, that endless unconditional love at first sight feeling.</div>
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I have felt that and so much more! Being a mother has been my greatest blessing and challenge. I don't want to write this post to offend anyone. I know so many struggle with becoming a mother and they have longed for that just as badly as I did. To those that struggle, you truly are in my prayers I think about you. I have hope for you. But today I want to write about being a Mother.</div>
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For me, being a mother is hard. It is frustrating. It is emotional. It is my calling in life. So many questions I had about this life were answered the moment I held my babies. A peace I have never felt before. It was that day that I was so sorry for the way I acted at times to my own mother. It was that day that I knew my life would never be the same. It was the day that life exceeded any possibly dream I ever could have had for myself.</div>
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I am a mother to two beautiful babies who think that I am funny, they think I superwoman. They need me, they cry for me when they are sad or hurt. They smile at me whenever I look at them. They bring so much joy to my life. I am so thankful that I am their mother. I am so thankful our Lord and Savior has trusted me with these two amazing children. I am so thankful that I have a husband who is the best father that I ever could have dreamed of. The way he interacts with our babies exceeds every expectation I ever had. I have an amazing father. A kind, loving, sensitive, fun and giving father.. I wanted that for my children and I am so grateful that I found it.</div>
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Being a mother to me is sleepless nights.</div>
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Being a mother to me is emotional.</div>
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Being a mother to me is scary.</div>
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Being a mother to me is beautiful.</div>
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Being a mother to me is acting like a dog or a cat or a cow!</div>
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Being a mother to me is making airplane noises.</div>
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Being a mother to me is learning to overcome.</div>
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Being a mother to me is patience.</div>
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Being a mother to me is unconditional love.</div>
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.....and so much more.</div>
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To me, being a mother has made me feel like I have a purpose. I have never felt that I was good at much.. but I do feel like I am a good mother. So for me being a mother has given me confidence and made me feel like I am needed. One day they may hate me.. but today? Today they love me and need me! SO for that I am grateful! For that I say Happy mothers day to me!</div>Lindsi Morrisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08033596325102025591noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889338598938346821.post-24586099434996529182012-05-13T21:41:00.001-07:002012-05-13T21:43:37.606-07:00Rob's graduation!<div style="text-align: center;">
Rob graduated in December but had to wait until May to walk! I am so proud of him and all his hard work!! Not one time did he ever complain (well to me at least!) He was so involved with work and school and being a new Dad and he DID IT!! He started his masters last month so the journey isn't over yet but he has made a huge accomplishment thus far!! I am so grateful for his decision to further his education! It would be so easy to just choose not to but he is committed and will be SO happy when its all over with!!!! Love you babe!! </div>
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We love Kyle and Kylee so much!! Rob and Kyle are good friends and I just adore Kylee! Sweetest girl I've ever known!!!! So proud of these guys!<br /><br />
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My friend Tayona Miller (Loved up Light Photography) was so sweet and took our family pictures for us last week and was nice enough to let me edit the pictures myself so I could add my style to them. It was MISERABLE trying to get the kids to cooperate! But I am so happy with the turn out... dirty faces and all! Rocks were the only thing the twins would play with! I have big dreams for these photos in my house.. just like I did with last years photos but I never got around to getting them hung! So I WILL do it this week and post about it!!! </div>
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My favorite one!! I never EVER like pictures of myself but this one I like! So double chin, no post baby belly hanging out, no chubby arms showing (the feature I hate most about myself!) and no fake smile! LOVE IT! **ps. this rant is not to beg for compliments or sound vain, no one is proud of every picture they take and I am not afraid to admit when I actually think I look decent!! </center><center><br /></center><center>Thanks so much Tay for doing these! I love them and you were so great with us and my crazy babes!<br /><br />
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<br />Lindsi Morrisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08033596325102025591noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889338598938346821.post-33030621954970799292012-05-13T20:44:00.001-07:002012-05-13T21:43:52.854-07:00Trip to the Zoo!We went north for Rob's alumni basketball tournament and decided to take the kids to the zoo. It was crappy weather and so cold the whole week but the kids needed to get out and I needed a break so off we went!! It felt like we were the only ones there! It rained for a bit so we just hung out under the canopy by the elephants for a bit and waited for it to pass!! I'm such a good mom and brought Bostyn one jacket that she out grew about.. oh 6 months ago! So we had to spend $20 to get her a new one at the Zoo!!<br />
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The kids LOVED it there! A lot of the animals weren't out and about because of the bad weather but it was still fun and I want to take them again next time we go up!! They loved walking all around and going through the puddles of water!<br />
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<a href="http://s1164.photobucket.com/albums/q573/Lindsi0725/Facebook/First%20time%20to%20the%20ZOO/?action=view&current=461726_3427140849932_1612623924_2706863_125383324_o.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="400" src="http://i1164.photobucket.com/albums/q573/Lindsi0725/Facebook/First%20time%20to%20the%20ZOO/461726_3427140849932_1612623924_2706863_125383324_o.jpg" width="266" /></a><br />Madden loves animals so he was so cute to watch! </center><center><br />
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<a href="http://s1164.photobucket.com/albums/q573/Lindsi0725/Facebook/First%20time%20to%20the%20ZOO/?action=view&current=463467_3427128969635_1612623924_2706846_32518667_o.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Love my boys!!" border="0" height="400" src="http://i1164.photobucket.com/albums/q573/Lindsi0725/Facebook/First%20time%20to%20the%20ZOO/463467_3427128969635_1612623924_2706846_32518667_o.jpg" width="266" /></a><br />I am in love with this picture of my boys!! So handsome! Rob is such a wonderful Dad and so involved with the kids! They adore him and I love to watch them together! </center><center><br />
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Such a gorgeous animal!
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<br />Lindsi Morrisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08033596325102025591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889338598938346821.post-40566682524698568822012-05-13T20:31:00.002-07:002012-05-13T21:44:02.415-07:00Ryan & Katie visit! Ryan and Katie came up for the weekend and we had a blast!! We spent Friday at the splash pad and had dinner at Made in Brazil. I don't know why I attempt to take my kids out to eat. It is always such a disaster and I'm always so embarrassed by the huge mess we make!! Saturday we headed up to Zion National Park for what we thought would be a full day of hiking and enjoying the outdoors... nothing ever seems to go as planned!!<br />
Poor Shelby got something in her eye the first 5 minutes we were there and she was so miserable! Her eye was so swollen and red and itching her like crazy! So we made it on one trail and had our lunch and headed home!! My kids were so tired and passed out on the way back down the trail! So many other people on the trail had to stop and take the kids picture.. some would sneak it in not thinking we would notice and others would just ask Robbie if he would stop so they could take a picture!<br />
Don't get me wrong.. I ADORE my babies and everything but its not that Uncommon anymore to see twins.. they are EVERYWHERE! SO when people stop to talk to us or take pictures like we are jon & Kate plus 8 I always have to laugh!<br />
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totally passed out!! Looking at pictures make me realize how chubby they are!!! These two can EAT! Good heavens.. the other day Madden had THREE waffles, 2 sausage links a sippy of milk and wanted MORE. his tummy always looks like you could stick a pin in it and it would just pop! </div>
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<a href="http://s1164.photobucket.com/albums/q573/Lindsi0725/Facebook/First%20time%20to%20the%20ZOO/?action=view&current=461040_3621281543328_1612623924_2777865_1995426469_o.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="These two were sure famous to all the hikers.. we must have had 10 different people want to take pictures of them!! We just had to laugh!" border="0" height="300" src="http://i1164.photobucket.com/albums/q573/Lindsi0725/Facebook/First%20time%20to%20the%20ZOO/461040_3621281543328_1612623924_2777865_1995426469_o.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />Bostyn in the middle of blowing a kiss and Madden eating.. surprise!! </center><center><br />
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<a href="http://s1164.photobucket.com/albums/q573/Lindsi0725/Facebook/First%20time%20to%20the%20ZOO/?action=view&current=466165_3621266542953_1612623924_2777843_1432915681_o.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Family daycation!" border="0" height="300" src="http://i1164.photobucket.com/albums/q573/Lindsi0725/Facebook/First%20time%20to%20the%20ZOO/466165_3621266542953_1612623924_2777843_1432915681_o.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />I love this picture so much! I have always wanted to be that family that's always out doing something outdoors and so fun and adventurous and this picture totally makes me feel that way! When in reality this is probably our second family outing!!! We did buy an annual park pass though so hopefully it will fufill my dreams!! HA!</center><center><br />
<a href="http://s1164.photobucket.com/albums/q573/Lindsi0725/Facebook/First%20time%20to%20the%20ZOO/?action=view&current=415397_3621264782909_1612623924_2777841_1193822812_o.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Zion trip!" border="0" height="400" src="http://i1164.photobucket.com/albums/q573/Lindsi0725/Facebook/First%20time%20to%20the%20ZOO/415397_3621264782909_1612623924_2777841_1193822812_o.jpg" width="300" /></a><br />Ryan and Kaite and the CUTEST niece and nephew in the whole world!! I got the chance to take theire family photos while they were here and loved them! They are such a good looking family and little Liam was born to be in front of the camera the boy is a natural!!! </center><center><br />
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<a href="http://s1164.photobucket.com/albums/q573/Lindsi0725/Facebook/First%20time%20to%20the%20ZOO/?action=view&current=474919_3621260702807_1612623924_2777833_1834193962_o.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="His shy face when you catch him dancing in the back!" border="0" height="300" src="http://i1164.photobucket.com/albums/q573/Lindsi0725/Facebook/First%20time%20to%20the%20ZOO/474919_3621260702807_1612623924_2777833_1834193962_o.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />Whenever you catch him dancing he gets really shy!! This boy has MOVES!! I wish I could get it on video!! plus.. what do you think of the mohawk!!?!<br />
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Little love!! Gosh she is just such a sweet girl!! Loves to give kisses and hugs!! </center><center><br /></center><center><br /></center><center>Ok - so here is one blog post of many!! I need to keep it updated!!<br /><br />
</center>Lindsi Morrisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08033596325102025591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889338598938346821.post-15328827467625960412012-02-12T15:03:00.000-08:002012-02-12T15:03:25.814-08:00Catching up<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh geez! I get on my blog all them time and peek over at everyone else's blogs but never have the motivation or desire to update my own!! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Life is busy and oh so great! We have had such a fun start to 2012 and it's been so fun to watch our kids learn and grow every day! Madden is now walking about 80% of the time and Bostyn is watching him so close and has become a pretty brave woman this past week! And that is something new for her!! She is usually so timid and scared to try new things or let go of our hand but she is stepping up her game!! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Madds is quite the talker and loves to babble in your face like he is telling you the most amazing story you have ever heard!! Besides Mommy and Dada he says: duck, book, Jenni (babysitter!), Jaxon (best friend), getcha getcha, binkie, blankie, bubye, and he calls Bostyn sissy! Little miss pretty much only says mom and dad and tickle tickle tickle!! All day long!! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They are such good kids and wonderful sleepers! Last night I put them down at 6:45 and they woke up at 9 this morning! It was amazing! Usually they are up by 7:45 so it was a nice treat since I was out with some girl friends really late!! (and by really late I do only mean 11:30!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Anyway - enjoy the pictures!! Babes are waking up so I am out of time for now!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Better late than never! Had to post the "first Santa visit" picture!!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My babies are ONE!! Holy smokes! I am not sure how or when this happened!! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There is always drama when I try to get some cute pictures of them!! </div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">These are my all time favorite pictures of the twins so far!! I think my little Bostyn is A-freakin-dorable! and my little man is such a handsome guy!! They melt my heart and are the best of friends!</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Left- twins with Aunt Carrie at their great great grandmas funeral... Right - Christmas treats I made for Robs work and was so proud of! </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">These two LOVE to eat!! But mainly when they feed themselves! They are so independent and they get so excited when I just let me make a mess!! Every night at dinner we take their clothes off and just let them go crazy! I always regret it the second its over and I'm stuck cleaning the mess and the bath tub is stained orange!! BUT they have to learn somehow!!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Birthday party!! I can't believe I even pulled this day off! We had a lot of family things going on the day of their party that were unexpected so it was stressful and very last minute but we had such a fun time!! And so many friends and family spent the day with us!! Shout out to them!!! </div><br />
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Birthday BOY!!! Happy as a clam! Birthday GIRL!!! Not so much!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">So my son is a lot like his momma and isn't the biggest fan of big crowds and loud unexpected noise!! So when everyone started to sing the poor guy was scared to death!! But he was fine after he stopped crying long enough to notice his cake!</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">..And just because I wanted to make your day!! How is it that these two naked bums and rolls all over them so ADORABLE but if I were to post a picture of myself like this I would never again have anyone stop by to read my blog?!?!</div>Lindsi Morrisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08033596325102025591noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889338598938346821.post-28018658836566296682011-12-06T08:24:00.000-08:002011-12-06T08:24:00.343-08:00Photo Dump!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well.. surprise! It's been awhile since my last post! I don't have an excuse and I am not going to say "I've just been SOO busy!" Because although that may be true I see so many other dedicated bloggers keeping everyone updated and ya'll are just as busy! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">These pics are in the wrong order so I will tell what we've been up to in reverse! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My little loves are just as happy as can be! They will be ONE next month and I just can't believe it! This year has gone by so quickly, makes me sad in some ways, but I really love the stage my kids are at now! They are SOO cute when they play together! Their favorite is to chase after each other then stop and turn around to scare the other then BUST up laughing! Cutest thing ever! They also have screaming contests! Not angry ones.. just being funny!! They take turns screaming super loud and shaking their heads back and forth at eachother! They are best of friends and I hope they always will be! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The pictures below are from the other day while I was decorating for Christmas! I had the lights out and I had seen, on pinterest of coarse, cute pictures with babies in lights! Mine didn't turn out as great as the one I saw BUT I still loved it and the rugrats loved playing in the lights! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then we move back to Thanksgiving! We went to Las Vegas to my parents for the weekend! We had a fun time and got to see lots of family! However, anytime we have holiday/family get togethers I really do miss my family living in Logandale. Being able to go ride the fourwheelers or just being outside where it's still quiet, I miss those days.. a lot! It makes me sad that so much has changed! My siblings have their own families and started their own traditions. Life moves on, but sometimes I just wish it wouldn't! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Below is my little Mommas boy Madden! He is such a mommas boy! It's so sweet (some days!!) He has the bigger attitude out of the two! We always say his name is <u>MAD</u>den for a reason!! He knows what he wants and is NOT patient... at.ALL!! He is always the leader, Bostyn just thinks he is SO funny and tries to do everything that he is doing! I didn't teach Bostyn how to crawl or stand or hold her bottle... he did! She watches his every move then makes her attempt! So cute! </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And then there is my little Miss!! How I love this little girl! Bostyn is SUCH a sweet baby! She is very sensitive and takes it very personal if you get upset with her!! I think she is going to be a lot like me so I know that when she is older I am going to have to be careful with the things I say and do with her! She is a VERY happy girl and it's not often she will cry. This girl LOVES to eat! She doesn't love to be fed but loves to feed herself!! She likes to be independant, like her mother! She is very proud of herself when she has accomplished something! She always knows when to celebrate! She is a TOTAL daddys girl! And whenever robbie walks in the door she is doing her kissy face over and over and over!! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">The picture of Bost and Rob is showing Bostyns new "cheese" face! When I tell her to smile this is what I get!!! And the picture of me and Madden isn't the best but I don't have many pictures with me in them so it'll have to do!! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Halloween!! We dressed them as little cows! SO CUTE! One of the girls in our ward was a nerd and Bostyn loved wearing her glasses! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Family picture!! Two adorable babies and one HOT husband!! Love him!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">One of my favorite pictures of these two! I want to get this one blown up and on a canvas for their room! We had gone out to Stalie Farm with some friends to go to the corn maze and petting zoo and such!</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Last but not least! Our little BSU fans!! Start em young, raise em right!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9PvNUo7c49k/Tt46jKBAKFI/AAAAAAAABIQ/_ByTxIAYsJw/s1600/IMG_0169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9PvNUo7c49k/Tt46jKBAKFI/AAAAAAAABIQ/_ByTxIAYsJw/s320/IMG_0169.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Lindsi Morrisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08033596325102025591noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889338598938346821.post-61293899774308569472011-09-22T06:05:00.000-07:002011-09-22T06:05:23.929-07:00So much for the workout!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I woke up this morning with every intention of doing my P90X workout.. well, I got 30 minutes into it and gave up.. SURPRISE!!! I just have the hardest time working out at home. I really do try! I just do not enjoy it. I can go to a class at the gym and.. well actually that IS the only way I can stay committed (for that hour at least) I'm so bad! I complain about not being in shape and not feeling good about myself, yet, I do nothing to change it!!! I NEED HELP! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I did get some great tips from a friend (thanks Ash) and so now I think i'm going to set aside money each week and if I actually achieve ANYTHING I can treat myself (at the end of the month) to something I wouldn't normally do, but each day I do NOTHING I have to take money out of my "poor me" fund! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I blame these two below for my lack of desire to do anything worthwhile when i actually do get a break! Don't get me wrong I love my babies and they are <u>GREAT</u> babies, but even 2 great babies can do a number! I'm reading a book about the value of a woman and I just read that most women say the one thing they regret is not living in the moment with their kids. I want to do that, yesterday I was rocking Madds and just loving on him and LOVING that he actually wants me to hold him and play with him. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My kids think I'm funny, they make me feel like the next American Idol the way the get so excited when I sing to them.. and TRUST ME, i'm terrible! They are so forgiving and innocent. They won't always be this way. One day they are going to tell their friends how lame their mother is and how crazy I seem! So for now, I'm going to just sllooowww down and cherish their stubborness! Plus how can you not LOVE these two faces! Perfection!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mA7jJ2NHCwo/TnstddIsoxI/AAAAAAAABGI/kyehXWwSiCQ/s1600/IMG_9484.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mA7jJ2NHCwo/TnstddIsoxI/AAAAAAAABGI/kyehXWwSiCQ/s320/IMG_9484.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> This little guy ^ sure can move quick when the front door is open! He loves being outside!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8CNktRSrelA/TnstmNqZtmI/AAAAAAAABGM/sx7TiANR-kg/s1600/IMG_9492.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8CNktRSrelA/TnstmNqZtmI/AAAAAAAABGM/sx7TiANR-kg/s320/IMG_9492.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> ^^ I love that they love eachother! Madden crawls toward Bostyn and they are both just cracking up at eachother the whole time! They were totally meant to come to this world together. They can't fuction without the other! its the cutest thing!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">And of coarse.. the newest little peanut to our Nelson Clan. LIAM! Ryan and Katie sure do make gorgeous babies! He's perfect! And makes me miss having a newborn (just for a brief moment!!) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlvHcHVJOCo/TnsuCxhmLLI/AAAAAAAABGc/bw3NDqG6rkc/s1600/IMG_9410.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlvHcHVJOCo/TnsuCxhmLLI/AAAAAAAABGc/bw3NDqG6rkc/s320/IMG_9410.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, I guess that's all for now! Robbie will be home from basketball soon and wouldn't it be nice if I had breakfast ready for him?! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Also, next post WILL BE about something besides my love bugs! I need some variety here! It will be projects I actually COMPLETE from pinterest, not just pinned and dreamed about! </div>Lindsi Morrisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08033596325102025591noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889338598938346821.post-87827500852140646502011-08-17T13:58:00.000-07:002011-08-17T13:58:21.836-07:00More Morrison Moments!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well.. nothing exciting to blog about! We've just been having a whole lot of fun at our house watching the twins grow up and develope their little personalities! I feel so blessed that I am able to stay home with them and see them learn new things. But they are growing way to fast. They are 7 months this week and it makes me so sad every time I look at pictures from delivery day. Where has the time gone? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*They still love the moment their Dad walks in the door from work! It's my favorite part of the day watching them get so excited! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*They are still taking 4 two hour naps a day and sleeping from 9 to 7. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*Bostyn can give kisses.. she sucks her bottom lip in until she makes the "smack" noise!!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*Madden wants to crawl SO badly but I am not in a hurry to teach him!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*Bostyn can sit up but not roll over (can do it, chooses NOT to!!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*Madden can't sit up (since he will only try to eat his feet!) but can roll across the room and back! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*Bostyn gets a very "poor me" look when she watches us eat. (we've let her try a few things!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*Madden could care less about adult food and usually spits it out!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*Both LOVE to go on fourwheeler rides and walks and bathtime. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*Both will instantly stop crying, or stop whatever their doing if you start to sing "Itsy Bitsy Spider"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*Both will go to just about anyone!! Which is so nice!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*Madden finally stopped wanting to be swaddled but I can't break Bostyn of the habit. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*And both are waking up now so this post is coming to a wrap!!!!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m5ydHRbBblo/TkwjoslQuII/AAAAAAAABFY/2tkpRZunPNg/s1600/IMG_8417.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m5ydHRbBblo/TkwjoslQuII/AAAAAAAABFY/2tkpRZunPNg/s320/IMG_8417.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> ALWAYS so happy!</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aUQSzESu5zY/Tkwj2Bda1AI/AAAAAAAABFc/2ETvSub1gsw/s1600/IMG_8436.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aUQSzESu5zY/Tkwj2Bda1AI/AAAAAAAABFc/2ETvSub1gsw/s320/IMG_8436.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Madds loving his sweet ride!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9g9lFuB_NOU/Tkwj9QNJeoI/AAAAAAAABFg/B3P4J-Wd01k/s1600/IMG_8446.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9g9lFuB_NOU/Tkwj9QNJeoI/AAAAAAAABFg/B3P4J-Wd01k/s320/IMG_8446.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> And miss blue eyes getting a turn!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qiubigwTadE/TkwkJYH8NAI/AAAAAAAABFk/Wi6Fu6qvbMA/s1600/IMG_8462.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qiubigwTadE/TkwkJYH8NAI/AAAAAAAABFk/Wi6Fu6qvbMA/s320/IMG_8462.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Not sure anyone can be more relaxed than this!!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GlmUeowVeTs/TkwkXFuwwkI/AAAAAAAABFo/5t7HrVc6tc8/s1600/IMG_8944.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GlmUeowVeTs/TkwkXFuwwkI/AAAAAAAABFo/5t7HrVc6tc8/s320/IMG_8944.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> The best family picture we've ever taken!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NJmHaPbQv7k/Tkwkb0xSayI/AAAAAAAABFs/WG7HJibifB8/s1600/IMG_8958.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NJmHaPbQv7k/Tkwkb0xSayI/AAAAAAAABFs/WG7HJibifB8/s320/IMG_8958.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Blurry but ADORABLE!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wu27EYyzMNM/Tkwkie4WBII/AAAAAAAABFw/PWuzMWNzx8g/s1600/IMG_8994.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wu27EYyzMNM/Tkwkie4WBII/AAAAAAAABFw/PWuzMWNzx8g/s320/IMG_8994.JPG" width="256" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Loving bath time! </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-50465qPRjaM/Tkwko5j-eFI/AAAAAAAABF0/PF5rWnyyxLo/s1600/IMG_8995.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-50465qPRjaM/Tkwko5j-eFI/AAAAAAAABF0/PF5rWnyyxLo/s320/IMG_8995.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Always sticking his big toe in his mouth!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CitUO20ok3k/Tkwkp4hy-_I/AAAAAAAABF4/MfR8tgDXa8g/s1600/PresMonsonBW-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CitUO20ok3k/Tkwkp4hy-_I/AAAAAAAABF4/MfR8tgDXa8g/s320/PresMonsonBW-2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">And I just had to add this picture because of how blessed I have felt/feel lately about the gospel in our lives. We are so richly blessed because of the foundation we have choosen to built our life upon. I wouldn't have it any other way and I am so humbled by countless blessings we have recieved. I am thankful for the priesthood which Robbie so strongly holds and cherishes. I am thankful for the love we feel from our ward and our family. I am thankful for the desire to become better and more christlike. I know it is because of the gospel that I always feel at peace. I know it is through the Lord that all is possible. And I know he will never stop loving me and teaching me as long as I am willing. I know that having the knowledge that my family can be together forever gives me joy beyond measure. And I know that I can be an instrument in his hands each and every day. I'm not out to sound preachy, just to testify of our Savior and the truths he wants to share and the willingness he has to be a beacon of light to each of us in the world today.</div>Lindsi Morrisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08033596325102025591noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889338598938346821.post-40138490863050991062011-07-12T10:03:00.000-07:002011-07-12T10:03:00.859-07:00Just another post!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We had a fun 4th of July! Its been my favorite holiday for many years and next year I really need to celebrate more! We watched fireworks from our house because I wasn't sure if the kids would like the "boom!" but that was a bust and the fireworks just looked so tiny! We had friends over and had a BBQ and way to much sweets!! Why is it that we think just because its a holiday we can eat all we want!! (please tell me I'm not the only one that uses this excuse!) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The babies looked adorable in their outfits and they even got to stay up a few hours past their bedtime! However, that did NOT mean they slept in any longer, little stinks ;) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hfwhre70hAg/Thx72ovDpUI/AAAAAAAABEs/85BJjQRHoig/s1600/IMG_7819.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hfwhre70hAg/Thx72ovDpUI/AAAAAAAABEs/85BJjQRHoig/s320/IMG_7819.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I love taking pictures! Especially of these two little bugs! We needed something to pass the time on Sunday so we played around with the camera! I must have snapped a million shots but these are some of the few that they were actually looking at me!! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GX1t5YQaACo/Thx8GlUM78I/AAAAAAAABE0/TOChKFrKd1E/s1600/IMG_8012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GX1t5YQaACo/Thx8GlUM78I/AAAAAAAABE0/TOChKFrKd1E/s320/IMG_8012.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">This one below of Madden melts my heart! He was smiling up at his Dad and wanted nothing to do with me!! Robbie was gone all weekend so the babies were more than excited to have him home!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ijBFa5ZT44/Thx8b9J1UPI/AAAAAAAABFE/6yRvE_UOKV8/s1600/IMG_8059.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ijBFa5ZT44/Thx8b9J1UPI/AAAAAAAABFE/6yRvE_UOKV8/s320/IMG_8059.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Anyway- enjoy MORE pictures of my sweet babies!! I can't stand to see myself in pictures so you won't see much of me, plus my babes are much better to look at!!!! </div>Lindsi Morrisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08033596325102025591noreply@blogger.com2