<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:29:27.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Davis' Daily Chatter</title><subtitle type='html'>together...forever...no matter what</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-6807033204192192856</id><published>2009-07-29T16:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T17:03:06.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a fun Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SnDi7y1gvvI/AAAAAAAAAhY/RukwjxgBKLE/s1600-h/July+2009+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364036673084636914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SnDi7y1gvvI/AAAAAAAAAhY/RukwjxgBKLE/s400/July+2009+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least here is the email that I sent to the twins. I am going to get on here and blog about the month of July with pictures....sometime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello! It has been a fun few weeks. First the 24th in Snowflake. It was more commercialized but was still fun. The rodeo and fireworks were awesome! Then the 24th in SJ last weekend. That was always fun. Of course I didn't want to miss anything so I drug the kiddos all over the place and they were good. I think Kaden about got heat stroke at the rodeo though and so finally I left. It was all tons of fun though. Sad that it ended. But now...it is the Heap Reunion and man you don't realize all that Mom did to get us ready for things like that doing the laundry from last week trying to pack the pop up (borrowing that from a friend) and get everything ready is a few day thing! But still lots of fun! So well go up Thursday and then Dallas will go to work and meet us again Friday night. I don't think that Jas and Shanda will go and Julie went with the Nielsens to a resort in Scottsdale (FUN) but I still think that a lot of our first cousins will be there and so I am really excited. Then Sunday one of Dallas nephews is getting the priesthood in Payson so we will go there. Then the next weekend camping, the next is the Whiting Homestead and then a few a week then we are supposed to be headed to California and then Cord is coming home. What the world, what the snowser, how is time flying so dang fast. Crew will be going to kindergarten but Syd still has until next year and I cant tell you how glad I am that she has one more year with me! Yipee. I will be a sad lady when my kids are in school but happy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick note. We went to the family dance because I was sure that my kids would like it and of course I was right. But Kenday really needed to go to bed so about 1.5 hours into it she feel asleep and it was time to go. Well about that time I looked down to see a sad little Syd. I asked what was wrong and she said that she wanted to dance with a real boy. Yeah she said that. I asked cade lunt, and lincoln proctors boy, and a few more but they were all to shy this year. I leaned down to tell her it was a no go this year when Tara Crosby's little boy walked up and asked her to dance. And let me tell you they were better then most 12 year olds out there. PRETTY much AWESOMENESS! They did the two step and a twirl, two step and a twirl. Seriously they were good. The dance got over and he asked her one more time! It was too cute. On no! What are we getting into at 4 years old! She came back over to us beaming. Couldn't be happier and she said...Mom I am bad at that. I said why, she said, "because I always loose his finger on the turn." Wicked awesome right! I was laughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a story on Kenday. She is my terrible twoer...for sure. Last week I went into the bathroom and she had dumped the powder Clorox (a full bottle) all over the tub, counter, toilet and floor. She was trying to help me clean. So I had her help clean, the last five minutes I sent her out. She tiptoed back in while I was finishing grabbed the last bit of Clorox and combined it with my new 5 lbs of rice and another 5 lb of oats. Sweetness. This time I just sent her outside (she was trying to help but out she went). I look out the kitchen window she has taken off all her clothes and is covered from head to toe in mud and is painting her play house with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was the most terrible things in one day but today she did take moms diamond necklace (she knows not to touch) and stuffed it full of chewed gum (it has all the little diamonds). It only took me 1/2 hour to clean it all out, then I realized she had it all over her neck and hair! She is crazy fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaden you cant ask for a better baby. He is pretty patient. He is cute, and he still does look like TY! We went to the temple yesterday so it was his first time to be babysat and he did really well, thank goodness I had a bottle for him though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well those are the happenings! Thanks for taking the time to read and I really hope to hear from you. Have a great week! All my love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaymi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-6807033204192192856?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/6807033204192192856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=6807033204192192856' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/6807033204192192856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/6807033204192192856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-fun-summer.html' title='What a fun Summer'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SnDi7y1gvvI/AAAAAAAAAhY/RukwjxgBKLE/s72-c/July+2009+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-3487131436791127826</id><published>2009-06-29T23:44:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T08:10:12.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Action</title><content type='html'>Rats. So much has happened I am not blogging "journaling" about it or taking pictures but I do want to recap. We went to the lake in May. It was a lot of fun, I got to go up early with Dad and Julie and I ALWAYS love to be with them. Julie is my best friend and my Dad, well what can I say he is my best Dad. Jules got some good pictures here are just a few that I got! We had lots of fun, but the very most fun was just hanging out and playing games. One night we stayed up in into the wee hours talking with Butch and Julie. All day one day we played games, it was nice to be with family. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353009699448994994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Skm19c7gvLI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Ea5870ZIJ80/s320/May-June+2009+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353010688498792002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Skm23BbW9kI/AAAAAAAAAhI/f1zQOIBlcaM/s320/May-June+2009+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in June just a few weeks ago. We got to go to the Whiting homestead and stay in the cabin. I didn't even get 1 picture there but this time I have to say we had way to much fun playing adult games....because we didn't have to do much kid watching! The play on their own and with each other. They play in the sand, in the woods, in the little playground area, on the porch and just get DIRTY while we played some mean games of bowling ball crochet (that was fun, Dallas was really dirty, and it was fun to watch Julie and him play it out). We played a mean game of wiffle ball (Butch has some moves), and some horseshoe games that I couldn't throw my way. It was a nice time. Now if we can just get the Davis' together once in awhile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls went from this room (taking one of their "rests" throughout the day). To this room. Our "Landlords" cleaned out this bedroom and now they always want to sleep in there. (CANT GET THE PICTURES TO UPLOAD WILL DO LATER)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to say Sydney is growing into the such a good girl and helper. She listens, she helps, she is kind, she is loving. I tell Kenady to clean up her mess and Syd jumps up and says, "Sometime she helps me so I help her", and cleans it all. Kenady punches Syd in the face (I think) and I come over and say oh no, looks like Kenady has to go inside, Sydney lovingly says, "Sometimes I hit her and so she hits me", looks at my face and says, "what I think I mean is nothing happened here, everything is OK, come on Kenady we'd better get to the mud." She didn't want Kenady in trouble. She is a really good girl trying to do what is right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenady well what can I say, terrible two's anyone. I clean more now then I ever have and it is usually me and her cleaning her messes! But she is spunky, fun, and a little Phoebeish (off of Friends). We love her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-3487131436791127826?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/3487131436791127826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=3487131436791127826' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/3487131436791127826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/3487131436791127826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-in-action.html' title='Back in Action'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Skm19c7gvLI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Ea5870ZIJ80/s72-c/May-June+2009+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-2397773514284387757</id><published>2009-06-07T23:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:56:11.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could only imagine</title><content type='html'>Tonight. All my kids are in bed. Dallas is asleep on the couch. I took some time to write to my missionary brothers. Then I posted. I read blogs. I read about loss. I remorse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my Mom died. I was okay. When we planned the funeral, I was okay. When we had the service, I was kind of okay. When I have gone to her grave, I am okay. For her birthday and Mother's day, I was okay. I think there are a few reasons. Heavenly Father knew how emotional I would be with pregnancy hormones and I had a protective sheet around me (I really think that). I knew that Kaden was with my Mom. I knew that my Mom needed some rest, she needed a break and this place, this Paradise where she now resides, is unthinkable. And my Mom deserves it! She is with Grandma S., Grandpa W., Nan, Aunt Pam, Uncle Steve. Their reunion was sweet. I could feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's been almost five months, five months without a Mom. If I could only imagine. It is harder for me now then it was then. It seems to get harder every day. I can't see her but I know that she can see me. I think I am writing this because I want her to know how much I love her. That days turn to weeks into months and it doesn't change that I miss her. I want her to know that I am grateful she is there, I know she can help all of our family more there then she could have here, and I still miss her. I want her to know that she is an unyielding and welding link in our family. She is the reason we had family trips, and we will continue to have those family trips in memory of her, we will carry those traditions on, and we will still miss you (we know you are close).  We will serve others &amp;amp; take out time to have spiritual thoughts, in memory of you, because of you. We will listen, we will have sympathy for others who are struggling, and we will still miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for a loving Heavenly Father, I am so thankful for our Savior, Jesus Christ, and realize that I can't comprehend the anguish they felt. and I can rejoice in the plan of Happiness. I will see my mom again because of Them. If I could only imagine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-2397773514284387757?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2397773514284387757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=2397773514284387757' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/2397773514284387757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/2397773514284387757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-i-could-only-imagine.html' title='If I could only imagine'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-1407932257498346068</id><published>2009-06-07T22:41:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:53:38.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things you should know...about me, us. Right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have to tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I have not been able to go to church because of the newborn thing, but today I got to go to all three hours and I can just feel a difference. I can literally feel it.  The way I act towards my kids, my outlook on life. It is amazing how much difference it can make. When I feel how huge the difference is it makes me want to be and do so much better, so I am starting a new goal tomorrow and just trying to do everything right and not waste time on things like t.v. There is just way to much to do :) heheee.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you ever worry about the future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I know crazy question, especially now but really how is it for you?  Do you prepare for the end or just keep going, go to college, get a car, save up for food storage and the family vacation, or should we be buying a milk cow? It is just so crazy. I go to class and here all about the end, and how it is going to get worse and then to have hope and I get nervous! But I know I just need to have faith and do what I am told, which totally means...work on food storage! yikes :) I can do it I can do it I can do it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We just bought a new car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Nothing to fancy, Dallas has been looking for &lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt; months for something that fit our new family a little better but we had to have cheap, cheap, cheap. So we finally found it and it was way cheaper then everything else. It is a navigator. It is pretty pimp'n, I think. :) but in a humble way. But I am glad to have another car that is not the gas hog truck and we should keep this for a long, long, time. Well see!  Dallas you are the man, pure awesomeness right there! He is good at everything he does even picking out cars! Who knew that was a talent someone could posses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to much else is new. Kaden keeps me busy. He doesn't like to sleep very much during the day so he is with me quite a lot. In a lot of ways that is good. It means that I have less time to do other things and more time to be with the kids. Because of my vinyl sometimes they just get to run wild so it is nice to spend some one-on-one time with them.. I have really had the feeling, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well of course its more then a feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, we all know that as parents we are responsible for teaching our children but I feel like I might have neglected some of my teaching so I am trying to find every opportunity I can to teach my kiddos about the gospel and life and how to be a responsible citizen. I hope I am doing my best! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallas gets a little bit of golf in here and there and I know he really enjoys that break. his mind works to fast and to long, I think he just needs a break to relax. The kids are hilarious as always. Sydney is growing into a big helpful girl. She is nice and wants to be loved. I am really impressed with her lately. And Kenady she is now the ball of fire. She is kinda like a phoebe off of Friends. She is happy and funny and determined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-1407932257498346068?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/1407932257498346068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=1407932257498346068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/1407932257498346068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/1407932257498346068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-you-should-knowabout-me-us-right.html' title='Things you should know...about me, us. Right now'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-9202046288405933998</id><published>2009-05-17T10:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T11:01:17.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One month old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ShBQwemT_VI/AAAAAAAAAg0/c-PJm0gtsHE/s1600-h/DisneyLand+-Valentines+174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336854352211737938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ShBQwemT_VI/AAAAAAAAAg0/c-PJm0gtsHE/s400/DisneyLand+-Valentines+174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-9202046288405933998?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/9202046288405933998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=9202046288405933998' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/9202046288405933998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/9202046288405933998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-month-old.html' title='One month old'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ShBQwemT_VI/AAAAAAAAAg0/c-PJm0gtsHE/s72-c/DisneyLand+-Valentines+174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-3790454962951482350</id><published>2009-05-17T10:27:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T10:57:40.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeks following Kaden's birth.</title><content type='html'>So far three has not been so bad. EXCEPT, Syd was sick the day I went into the hospital, we came home and Kenners was deathly sick, she didn't even try to see the baby. She slept, laid, threw up, and slept some more. Lots of sickness. Don't worry, it only took K four days to get over it and then I got the Flu, four more days of yuck! It stinks to be sick and worry about a brand new baby, but he stayed safe and sick free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie came over to help out, she even took my sick kids to give me a break, THANKS SO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336848085708602370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ShBLDuDifAI/AAAAAAAAAfs/ex_fq6C9foc/s320/DisneyLand+-Valentines+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Grandma and Grandpa came over, we see them quite a bit and the kids always love it! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ShBKSum3cFI/AAAAAAAAAfk/IbAumlIzCkQ/s1600-h/DisneyLand+-Valentines+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336847244043186258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ShBKSum3cFI/AAAAAAAAAfk/IbAumlIzCkQ/s200/DisneyLand+-Valentines+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syd and Kenners love the baby and are great helpers (Syd helps, Kenady tried and usually ends up sitting on him, smashing him, something like that...she sure loves him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336849863678002194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ShBMrNgehBI/AAAAAAAAAgE/T7199FGMEfg/s320/DisneyLand+-Valentines+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And they spent a lot of time with their Dad, thanks Dallas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336848603882206146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ShBLh4ZwM8I/AAAAAAAAAf0/7EAUt_Yh06c/s320/DisneyLand+-Valentines+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ShBOiUMDcoI/AAAAAAAAAgk/PdRfceBA5vE/s1600-h/DisneyLand+-Valentines+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336851909875823234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ShBOiUMDcoI/AAAAAAAAAgk/PdRfceBA5vE/s320/DisneyLand+-Valentines+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaden had his first bath, he loved the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336851393135421602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ShBOEPLiqKI/AAAAAAAAAgc/l78R3d0C05U/s320/DisneyLand+-Valentines+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt; and Kenady insisted on giving her dog to him, he really seemed to like it! :) What a nice girl. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336852615132493602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ShBPLXeWNyI/AAAAAAAAAgs/xT6jImolyF0/s320/DisneyLand+-Valentines+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-3790454962951482350?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/3790454962951482350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=3790454962951482350' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/3790454962951482350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/3790454962951482350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2009/05/weeks-following-kadens-birth.html' title='Weeks following Kaden&apos;s birth.'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ShBLDuDifAI/AAAAAAAAAfs/ex_fq6C9foc/s72-c/DisneyLand+-Valentines+082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-2018249667839339795</id><published>2009-05-17T10:00:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T10:23:54.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaden Calvin Davis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ShBEQT2AJDI/AAAAAAAAAfE/mBn0ehNNqwM/s1600-h/DisneyLand+-Valentines+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336840605429408818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ShBEQT2AJDI/AAAAAAAAAfE/mBn0ehNNqwM/s400/DisneyLand+-Valentines+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This could be long, and we don't have a lot of pictures. What kind of parents are we? O.K. ready! I went into my 36 week apnt expecting nothing, NOTHING! and I leave at a 4, 75% effaced, and station -1, whatever that means. They told me that I would go fast, so fast that if I felt contractions 5 min apart, even if they didn't hurt go to the hospital. They said if I felt pressure for more then 30 min, go to the hospital, just go! Well okay. So I went shopping and I felt contractions every 3-5 min the whole hour and pressure, yeah it was there. I called Dallas and he said to come to his office and sit for awhile and see what happens. So that I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While sitting they went from 5 to 7 min apart. The last 30 min I was trying to see about the other two girls so I was on my feet a lot and the contractions were every 3 so to the hospital we went. They checked me in the nurse said, wow looks like you won't be going anywhere. They were trying to stop me and there I sat for 5 hours until they finally sent me home. NOTHING! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well we got AFLAC insurance with this baby in hope we would get some money back. But I had to go until April 21st to get that money. That was three more weeks. Shucks, could I make it that long! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next week I went into my appointment and I was at a 5 and 85% effaced still -1. Then the next week still at a 5 and 85% effaced. Every time they said you aren't going to last more then a few days. What the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally April 15, tax day, I woke up from a dream and I was giving my belly away because it hurt. Well when I woke up it still hurt, I sat there for 15 more min and told Dallas today is the day. I hopped in the shower, dropped the girls off at a Friends and to the hospital we went. I got all checked in and guess what, I was at a 5 and 85% effaced. Are you kidding me. The last time I am listening to those Doctors. I should have waited, not gone right in :)! They told me they couldn't admit me until there was a change and they would check me in two hours (2 hours I could have him by then). I was hurting but I tried to be brave. The pains got consistently worse (of course) the contractions were every three minutes apart and I didn't get much relief between them. I couldn't talk to Dallas and I didn't want anyone to talk to me. The nurse told me to get up and walk around and again, are you kidding. I tried threw up all over the place, ran to the bathroom to try to make it an easier clean up, leaned over between a contraction and the nurse went crazy! She thought I was trying to have Kaden in the bathroom! I just needed some relief. After all that she decided to check me before the two hour time frame. Lo and behold I was at a 6....wait once more are you kidding barely a 6 with all this! So she started the paperwork to admit me. I really wanted an epidural, she said as soon as she did the i.v. she would call. After an eternity (10 min) I was all set. She checked me again. I was at an 8, she called Dr. Connolley and requested the epidural. Dr. Connelly told the nurse, not to be so dramatic but he was coming over and 5 min later he was there. He said, "if you feel like you need to push, let me know." I said I do. So he checked and I was @ a 10! No epidural for me. 5 minutes and 1 push later &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kaden Calvin Davis was born. He weighed 8 lb and 21 inches long. He was born at 9:31 a.m.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ShBErGuA2cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/lx_kHK64MgU/s1600-h/DisneyLand+-Valentines+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336841065762707906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ShBErGuA2cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/lx_kHK64MgU/s320/DisneyLand+-Valentines+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ShBFdGhQ9bI/AAAAAAAAAfU/rgE8doQc0Ps/s1600-h/DisneyLand+-Valentines+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336841924702696882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ShBFdGhQ9bI/AAAAAAAAAfU/rgE8doQc0Ps/s320/DisneyLand+-Valentines+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-2018249667839339795?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2018249667839339795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=2018249667839339795' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/2018249667839339795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/2018249667839339795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2009/05/kaden-calvin-davis.html' title='Kaden Calvin Davis'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ShBEQT2AJDI/AAAAAAAAAfE/mBn0ehNNqwM/s72-c/DisneyLand+-Valentines+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-1840097382429849059</id><published>2009-05-17T09:10:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T10:00:40.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a lot of fun this Easter. It was great to be in a new house, which we love, love, love. Especially me. It is an old adobe house, the kitchen is orange and yellow and it is perfect. Lots of space for the kids to play and room for all our hobbies! I am so glad our neighbor let us rent! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336828827732826018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ShA5iwgUV6I/AAAAAAAAAd8/P8Ba8nV8Trg/s320/DisneyLand+-Valentines+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The Friday before Easter their was a big Easter egg hunt at the golf course. Syd and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kenners&lt;/span&gt; were so excited. They could hardly wait. We rushed up as fast as we could. Their were gazillions of eggs everywhere. Their little eyes lit up! The gun shot and off they went. With Syd's help and prodding her and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kenners&lt;/span&gt; got lots of eggs. Then it was off to "fish" for some candy. We sat down to watch other people fish and Syd asked if she could have an egg. She opened the first one with a sour look on her face, she c&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ShA6t4ayNjI/AAAAAAAAAeM/qMEIEw0fpuI/s1600-h/DisneyLand+-Valentines+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336830118347290162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ShA6t4ayNjI/AAAAAAAAAeM/qMEIEw0fpuI/s200/DisneyLand+-Valentines+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ould&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;harldy&lt;/span&gt; touch the egg and she said "Mom, something is wrong."&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ShA6NxaQjUI/AAAAAAAAAeE/0XdZKPmedsQ/s1600-h/DisneyLand+-Valentines+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336829566710222146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ShA6NxaQjUI/AAAAAAAAAeE/0XdZKPmedsQ/s200/DisneyLand+-Valentines+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She then began to open another egg. Same thing happened. "Ewe, mom these are all the same. This time she tried to put it in her mouth and she said, "squishy, yuck"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She opened every single egg and realized that there was no candy in these eggs. They were ALL boiled. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know who took the time, that was LOTS of work! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt; on the other hand LOVED the eggs. She did not eat them but she thought they were great bouncy balls! Funny kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ShA86aIxIXI/AAAAAAAAAek/ZXbasOIJdYk/s1600-h/DisneyLand+-Valentines+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336832532580213106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ShA86aIxIXI/AAAAAAAAAek/ZXbasOIJdYk/s200/DisneyLand+-Valentines+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ShA76brTdZI/AAAAAAAAAeU/hlzPwZnJgVI/s1600-h/DisneyLand+-Valentines+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336831433481876882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ShA76brTdZI/AAAAAAAAAeU/hlzPwZnJgVI/s200/DisneyLand+-Valentines+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336832033282501394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ShA8dWG6qxI/AAAAAAAAAec/hKQlRcghDk4/s200/DisneyLand+-Valentines+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a lot of fun. I suppose I was pregnant enough and people were nice enough to come here. It was a cold day. But still fun. We had my Dad, Shanda and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jas&lt;/span&gt;, Robbie and Calvin and the kids. We did a B-B-Que, then an Easter egg hunt and some talking. Our plumbing broke under the sink so that put the party to a halt but it was lots of fun. I kinda liked hosting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336834373664844130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ShA-lktjKWI/AAAAAAAAAes/KR3KGgPWk5M/s320/DisneyLand+-Valentines+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And last was Easter Sunday. The kids wanted to leave something for the Easter Bunny so we stuck a carrot out on a plate. That morning the Bunny had hidden their baskets, they loved finding them but I think they were most amazed at the silly rabbit, who only ate half the carrot! (They got so much from their grandparents the day before, they didn't need anything).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ShBCIUm6P8I/AAAAAAAAAe8/NXHfMhsk1O0/s1600-h/DisneyLand+-Valentines+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336838269172334530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ShBCIUm6P8I/AAAAAAAAAe8/NXHfMhsk1O0/s400/DisneyLand+-Valentines+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally don't they look cute. This year we didn't get Easter dresses for them, we just worked with what we had...but they did get hair bows, does that count :) Happy Easter! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336836579785598994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ShBAl_JuaBI/AAAAAAAAAe0/HzfB_iwOa_I/s400/DisneyLand+-Valentines+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-1840097382429849059?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/1840097382429849059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=1840097382429849059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/1840097382429849059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/1840097382429849059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2009/05/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ShA5iwgUV6I/AAAAAAAAAd8/P8Ba8nV8Trg/s72-c/DisneyLand+-Valentines+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-3382692801788813500</id><published>2009-02-18T17:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T17:50:51.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twins Missionary Letters for the week - Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SZysrRlxYbI/AAAAAAAAAd0/w3ESM4IRs-Y/s1600-h/Summer+2008+Feb+2009+280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304304320591782322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SZysrRlxYbI/AAAAAAAAAd0/w3ESM4IRs-Y/s320/Summer+2008+Feb+2009+280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things here are still going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. We are always busy with something and I really am not liking that to much right now. I suppose it is good to be busy though, but I think it makes me or Dallas grouchy at times! Its a lot of work to start up your own business and takes a lot of money too! Okay Debbie downer (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; me). It is nice to have Dallas home more so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a good thing right! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I work at the gym once a week and Shanda takes the kids, then on Friday I take her kids and she goes to class. Now you know me, the ever sensitive mom (rats, I know). For some reason Sydney is petrified of babysitters and she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; want anything to do with them or them with her. She would rather come and sit with me in a chair for two hours then go with one. Well she had to be babysat by Shanda once....and Sydney yelled at her, then she was babysat by a younger girl at our house. When we left Sydney went running into her room and so the girl followed her to comfort her. Well good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; Syd yelled, "Get out, get out of my room now!" I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; need no babysitter." Well she got into some serious trouble. But that is about how babysitting has gone for the last while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well last night I thought it would be a good idea to prepare her for going to Shanda's. NOT A GREAT IDEA. She talked about it all night. She went to sleep talking about it, she woke up in the middle of the night...talking about it, she woke up at 5:30 this morning talking about it and finally I let her hop into bed at 7:00a.m. I thought she felt really warm and she pulls the Mom I am sick card (without me saying anything). Well she did feel warm, I was sick Sunday and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt; has been sick Monday and Tuesday, maybe she really was sick. But I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want her to get her way again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I said, "Well A. Shanda has a lot of fun things planned, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt; gets to go over, you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have to but sick girls have to stay in there beds all day so they can get better. I have to go to work but Ill get a babysitter to come and check on you".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; happy about the babysitter at her house but she was fine to lay on her bed for the next two hours. Finally she called to me as I walked past and said. "Mom I got an idea, this babysitter who is coming by, how about if she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; come into my room, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; talk to me, she just knocks on the wall and I knock back to let her know that I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you serious my four year old just asked me that! But I said I would think about it. I went in to take her temperature and it was a whopping 98 degrees. Again are you kidding me! So I told her well Syd it looks like you are all better. I need to call the babysitter back and tell her you get to go to A. Shanda's. She was quite worried about going back to A. Shanda's but...she was happy to be out of her room. Finally two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; before we leave she comes in and whimpers, "Mom, I might be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; at Shanda's today." and that was that. I dropped her off and she had a great time. I only hope next week will be the same! Crazy girl! So that is Sydney in a nut shell, still the same, keeps me on my toes (I am not very good at toe balancing) and a lot of fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt; is so easy going, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; have quite as many far fetched tales. She enjoys a good Curious George movie (Dallas got that for her for Valentines day), she is totally potty trained, she amazingly did it all by herself. It was awesome. Even naps and nights. She has quite the bladder :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loves to talk, in fact, while Sydney or Dallas talk to me she says, " Mom, I need to talk, mom can you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;heeeeaaaarrr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;meeee&lt;/span&gt;, Mom listen." I tell her hold on a second and she puts her hands behind her back and sways. Sometimes she remembers to tell me something, sometimes not but she loves to talk. She also likes to push limits. I say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Kenners&lt;/span&gt; sit right here and point and she has to sit 2 inches farther away and say, "right here Mom, right here is okay...right?" She does that quite a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sorta like a, what would you say, a whale. I still have two more months but most people say you are due any day right! Some of the time I just smile and say yes. Okay I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;exaggerating&lt;/span&gt; but I have had people say that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall things are going well. I miss Mom a lot but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; be happy for her, to be in such a great place, looking out for us. Everything I read says that she is able to watch out for us and help us out so much more there then she could here, with us. She helped us out a lot here, so I can only imagine. Sometimes I think I want to call Mom to ask her this, and it makes me sad, I went to a funeral last week and I didn't realize how hard that would be. It really wasn't to bad until the end when they all walked out, I had a hard time with that. But overall I do okay. I hope Dad is okay. I know this has to be quite a struggle for him. They were always together and I hope that throughout his day he finds little pieces of comfort, he sure is great. Well I love you. You are awesome. Let us know how things are going and know how much we love you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-3382692801788813500?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/3382692801788813500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=3382692801788813500' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/3382692801788813500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/3382692801788813500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2009/02/twins-missionary-letters-for-week.html' title='Twins Missionary Letters for the week - Update'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SZysrRlxYbI/AAAAAAAAAd0/w3ESM4IRs-Y/s72-c/Summer+2008+Feb+2009+280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-427579931259236353</id><published>2009-02-18T15:55:00.016-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T17:38:22.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We planned to go to Disneyland months and months ago with Jas, Shanda and their family. So just a few weeks ago we were off. It was a really nice break, the kids loved it, and I always like family time. We left. Saturday, stayed the night in the valley with Josh and Kristin (I got a much needed Costa Vida sweet pork salad). Then Sunday morning I talked Jas into going a little later and we left the Valley at 7:00a.m. We got to Disneyland around 1:00 and played the day away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304299010061115490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SZyn2KUmIGI/AAAAAAAAAdk/McjmkSEexlQ/s200/DisneyLand+-Valentines+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304297631493764498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SZyml6whtZI/AAAAAAAAAdU/GMMq-w9PXEE/s200/DisneyLand+-Valentines+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304298220599867586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SZynINWXeMI/AAAAAAAAAdc/f_rcx0t3upc/s200/DisneyLand+-Valentines+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304296255486649010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SZylV0u3YrI/AAAAAAAAAdE/prElEnPLR50/s200/DisneyLand+-Valentines+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Pirates of the Caribbean was our favorite ride. Kenady had to warm up to it but we went at least twice a day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday was quite the day. We got there and Dallas realized (a first for him, it is ALWAYS me, I had to laugh, he can't get quite as mad at me anymore) that he left the tickets at home. We decided to go and see if Disneyland could do anything for us. So I waited in line at guest services for over an hour. Jas and Shanda were SUCH good sports, they should have gone in but they stayed and waited for us the whole time. When I got to the front they said there was nothing they could do, but then wallaaa. Out comes a little old lady who is amazingly computer savvy. She breaks into the old Disneyland accounts and prints out our old tickets. We all stayed together that day and Jas and Shanda showed us the ropes. By days end I was grouchy so we went before the park ended. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304295592248247698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SZykvN-ghZI/AAAAAAAAAc8/dSDlptGwjII/s200/DisneyLand+-Valentines+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Kenday loved toon town. The houses were awesome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304296776359124722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SZyl0JIinvI/AAAAAAAAAdM/cI1Rs9YLN8s/s200/DisneyLand+-Valentines+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304292323247983890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SZyhw8AHDRI/AAAAAAAAAck/P2c0Av1QTtE/s200/DisneyLand+-Valentines+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Sydney in time out, remember I got grouchy ) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304299880192452962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SZyooz0EqWI/AAAAAAAAAds/l3zETbJ9PSI/s200/DisneyLand+-Valentines+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tuesday we decided to split up, Crew weren't to excited about waiting in line to see the Princess'. We played all day, met up for the Pixar parade and then went to Fantasmic (something like that) to finish off the night. Can I tell you that Fantasmic was one of the coolest things I have EVER seen. I can't wait to go back just to see it. They play it at night before the park closes. Most of it has to do with the movie Fantasia, but the mix in a lot of the other Disney movies. They use water, a projector, dragons, the Disney Characters, it was just AMAZING and I smile thinking about it! Go see it! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304291178150167922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SZyguSLhBXI/AAAAAAAAAcc/s1OSiLWl1Qc/s200/DisneyLand+-Valentines+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(We waited for about 1.5 hours to see the princess')&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304290314047595506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SZyf7_JaI_I/AAAAAAAAAcU/IJ3G7TbilrU/s320/DisneyLand+-Valentines+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt; (They were pretty good friends, it was fun to watch them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304293325916637202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SZyirTO8iBI/AAAAAAAAAcs/gYH-chy7mqQ/s200/DisneyLand+-Valentines+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Waiting for the parade to start)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-427579931259236353?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/427579931259236353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=427579931259236353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/427579931259236353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/427579931259236353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2009/02/disneyland.html' title='Disneyland'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SZyn2KUmIGI/AAAAAAAAAdk/McjmkSEexlQ/s72-c/DisneyLand+-Valentines+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-5019199880236087226</id><published>2009-02-18T15:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:55:38.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. I am sorry that I have not been great about commenting back on your blog but &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I want you to know how much I appreciate you and your kind words, and thoughts, and prayers. It really means a lot to us! &lt;/span&gt;Also thanks so much for those of you who helped for the funeral and during that first week, and those that came to the funeral. It really made it easier to have so many people we love there and to see so many people who loved our Mom. She sure is an amazing lady. I miss her a lot, but I know it was her time to help out on the other side, and I couldn't think of someone more qualified to be there! I know she is looking out for us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-5019199880236087226?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5019199880236087226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=5019199880236087226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/5019199880236087226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/5019199880236087226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-8867678261003196860</id><published>2009-01-20T20:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:18:16.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nanette Stradling Whiting (4/20/54 - 1/19/09)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SXaTe4ooEjI/AAAAAAAAAb4/pa-G1uLwT18/s1600-h/Nanette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293580570828739122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SXaTe4ooEjI/AAAAAAAAAb4/pa-G1uLwT18/s320/Nanette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nanette Stradling Whiting (Jaymi’s Mother) of St. Johns, Arizona passed away on Monday the 19th of January 2009. . She was born to Larry and Peggy Stradling, April 20, 1954, in St. Johns, Arizona. She married Edwin Marion Whiting in 1976.&lt;br /&gt;Nannette was an involved member in her community and local church organizations. She touched the lives of many through her positive encouragement, sweet smile and laughter. Nanette was a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and loved to share her sweet humble testimony of her Savior, Jesus Christ, to all those who would listen. She was very involved in investigating her ancestry as she felt this knowledge was essential to understanding the wonderful gift that she had been given to be in such a blessed land during such a wonderful time. She is the wonderful mother of five beautiful children who through her efforts and wonderful example have become successful and honorable individuals in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanette is survived by her father Larry Stradling, her husband Edwin Whiting and five children: Jason Whiting, of Snowflake, AZ; Jaymi Whiting Davis, of Snowflake, AZ; Julie Whiting Nielson, of St. Johns, AZ; and Cord and Tyson Whiting, currently serving missions for the LDS church in Tennessee and Montana respectively. She is also survived by her 3 siblings and 5 grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;A viewing will be held at 6 p.m. Friday the 23rd at Burnham’s Mortuary in St. Johns, AZ. A memorial ceremony will be held in her honor on Saturday the 24th of January at 11:00 AM at the LDS stake center in St. Johns, AZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will miss you for a short time Nanette and look forward to seeing your sweet smile when we meet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-8867678261003196860?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/8867678261003196860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=8867678261003196860' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/8867678261003196860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/8867678261003196860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2009/01/nanette-stradling-whiting-42054-11909.html' title='Nanette Stradling Whiting (4/20/54 - 1/19/09)'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SXaTe4ooEjI/AAAAAAAAAb4/pa-G1uLwT18/s72-c/Nanette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-1350151722028320831</id><published>2008-12-30T10:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:54:50.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SVpgQtQyZ3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/-ymP4tbsznY/s1600-h/jaymidavis_20080706_0958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285642952816879474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SVpgQtQyZ3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/-ymP4tbsznY/s320/jaymidavis_20080706_0958.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello Everyone. Merry Christmas. My little sister Julie makes the best calendars and she needs some of our family pictures....I cant send them through email, for some weird reason so I am posting them on here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great Christmas! We love you all. I may get out New Years cards, or something like that! Love ya! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-1350151722028320831?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/1350151722028320831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=1350151722028320831' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/1350151722028320831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/1350151722028320831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2008/12/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SVpgQtQyZ3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/-ymP4tbsznY/s72-c/jaymidavis_20080706_0958.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-7726475701915322706</id><published>2008-10-26T22:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:02:52.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Frightful Halloween week!</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. I finally get on here to post and I see that someone already has! Who knew Dallas even knew how to get on here! He is pretty cool, he got home from working on the gym at 2:00.p.m and took the time to post. Got to Love. Him. Just a few more weeks and maybe we will get to see him more! Thanks for everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I got on here because I just wrote my brothers and thought atleast I could post what I wrote to them on here. I hope to get a little less busy, I know everyone says that life just gets busier but come on, a new business, a new partnership, a new baby (well that sickness that will go along with a new baby and makes you feel like you cant even walk....getting better though) and a busy season with vinyl.....it has to slow down soon. Atleast for awhile right! I PRAY it does, my kids need their Dad's fun side back! Well here is the post. Sorry no pictures. I need to find a cable to download them first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Elder Whiting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are things going? Happy Halloween this week! This is a very fun week for us. There are lots of reasons why. Today was the primary program and Sydney and Crew did so well. They were pretty good on the stands, they sung all the songs and rememberd part of what they were supposed to say. It was so fun to have a kid old enough to be there and we are really proud of them. We should have taken a picture of her today. I forget to take pictures these days but Sydney loved being up there. Then Tuesday it is Sydneys birthday. We got her a doctor kit which she will love, and I think we might get her a mermaid. She is old enough that she will have fun with a friend party but we asked her if on her birthday she would rather have a birthday party or go with mom and dad on a special date to the movie and she said movie, all the way! So that settles is. We will leave Kenners with Jas and Shanda and head to the movie. She will be AWESTRUCK, when she realizes that it is High School Musical 3. She has a High School Musical shirt and backpack, needless to say she really likes to watch is and she has no idea a new movie is coming out so that will be a whole lot of fun. She also wants tacos and strawberry shortcake. Both easy request. We are excited for Tuesday! Wednesday we have our ward trunk-or-treat. I love Halloween so I am excited for not one but two days of celebrating and wearing costumes. Sydney is going to be Dorthy and Kenday is a scarecrow. I wish I had more time because Dallas would be the tin man and I would be the lion. Things are just so crazy right now and probably will be for another month but atleast we will have the kiddos all dressed. Then Friday night they have a town carnival for the kids. Before we go in we are going to put flyers on everyones car for the new gym that will open next week! Then go to the carnival, maybe hit a few houses (trick-or-treating) and then off to the last home game of the season. It is getting pretty cold, if it is to cold we might not go, but I am sure we will hand out a few more flyers on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then....next Monday will be the first day the gym opens, or maybe Tuesday. It doesnt feel like we are ready....as a matter of fact we are not ready. This week is a hustling week to finish all the small details. Are billing system will come in, all the free weights and machine and we need to do the decorating before it is complete. We have worked hard on it though, I mean really hard for the past two months. I do say it is mostly Dallas. For one I have been really sick with this pregnancy and sometimes it is hard for me to even get around, and two on top of being sick right now is my REALLY busy season with vinyl. Luckily it has only been crazy the last month and it looks like it could slow down...and Shanda has been helping me and she is a LIFESAVER. In past years it didnt slow down until Christmas. I would rather not have the money and have something a little slower paced in our lives for right now. Dallas has put in good hard hours. He comes home from work goes straight to the gym. We go and eat dinner with him and then he works late into the night. It will be nice to have him home again, oh wait who am I kidding trying to run a new practice and a gym I am sure we wont see him much for another few months but we sure appreciate how hard he works for our family and it is in hopes that soon we will have a little more family time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting the first week of November he will work 3-10's in Showlow and Tuesday and Thursday's here. So we can even go and have lunch with him. It will be nice, nice, nice. We can't wait. So that is all the new news. I know it sounds much the same but we are so near to the end. I just cant wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you. Can not believe how time flies. Let us know if you need anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-7726475701915322706?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/7726475701915322706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=7726475701915322706' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/7726475701915322706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/7726475701915322706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-frightful-halloween-week.html' title='This Frightful Halloween week!'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-5901877206376746055</id><published>2008-10-25T02:24:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T02:42:41.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG NEWS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SQLpc76oDFI/AAAAAAAAATk/e89hw0rWLls/s1600-h/bio+pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261023998051355730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SQLpc76oDFI/AAAAAAAAATk/e89hw0rWLls/s320/bio+pic.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello All. I know it has been a long time since Jaymi has been able to get on here an give an update. We have been working hard to get out new Fitness Center and Physical Therapy office open in November. It is almost ready. But I just wanted to take a second and tell Jaymi how much I appreciate her. She works so hard as a mother, business woman and wife. Sometimes I wonder how she does it all. I am not sure if Jaymi has told everyone, but she is pregnant with our 3rd child. As if life wasn't already busy enough. We are so excited and look forward to having him or her in our home. Well, it is 2:30 in the morning and tomorrow we have our 10 year high school reunion, man we are getting old. HAHA. Thanks again Jaymi, you mean the world to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-5901877206376746055?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5901877206376746055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=5901877206376746055' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/5901877206376746055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/5901877206376746055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2008/10/big-news.html' title='BIG NEWS'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SQLpc76oDFI/AAAAAAAAATk/e89hw0rWLls/s72-c/bio+pic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-2985142989465171696</id><published>2008-08-06T10:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T14:05:09.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My J Dallas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SJoR7s0CRPI/AAAAAAAAATU/tibAMrNCDq0/s1600-h/jaymidavis_20080706_1005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231513634483619058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SJoR7s0CRPI/AAAAAAAAATU/tibAMrNCDq0/s400/jaymidavis_20080706_1005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all have those times when everthing is rosy, and then things seem a little bleak. Well right now and for the past few weeks, things are crazy, and not perfect for sure, but I sure seem to have rose colored glasses on right now! Heavenly Father has blessed us so much and I am so grateful for his hand in our lives, we are in our final resting place (we hope), we are starting new business adventures, we actually make money, we have two happy and healthy kids (I didn't say always well behaved, I am still working on that parenting thing), we have family and friends surrounding us, and all is well! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But most especially, I am thankful for Dallas. My husband and best friend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even in the last week I have realized so much more that I love about him. Here are the reasons I love Dallas: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. He is SO busy, but when he walks in the door he always takes the time to find me, kiss, me and ask how MY day was first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. He is kind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. He finds the kids, after he has talked to me (which isn't hard as soon as they hear a door close they run to look for dad), and takes them to play so I can have me time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. He always likes my dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. He almost always helps do dishes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. After we put the kids to bed he then goes back to work, trying to get this new business up and going and stays at it until I ask him to come to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Even being so busy he makes the time to take me on dates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. When we are there he opens the door for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. He put his hand on the small of my back and helps me down the stairs (used to hate that when I was dating but love that Dallas takes the time to do it for me). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. He tells me I am pretty, every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. He tells me how proud he is of me and the things that I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. He tells me I am a good mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. I catch him smiling at me when he doesn't think I am looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. He would rather be with his family then any other place or anywhere, but always with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. He works harder then anyone I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. He puts his mind to it and he will ALWAYS find a way to get it done, I believe in him completley. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. He is so handy he can fix and make anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. He always looks nice. Did I forget to mention... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. I think he is stunning, yes Stunning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. He asks me first, my opinion when I come to him for advice (just to see where I stand) and then he changes his comment to compliment what I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. He holds me everynight before we go to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. He read scriptures with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. He leads our family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. He makes sure we attend church every Sunday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. He love our Savior. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. He can talk to anybody, and mixes well with everyone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. He is patient when I am not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. He is so logical, his advice is almost always right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. He is generous and considerate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. He loves me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And these are just a few of my favorite things! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-2985142989465171696?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2985142989465171696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=2985142989465171696' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/2985142989465171696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/2985142989465171696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-j-dallas.html' title='My J Dallas'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SJoR7s0CRPI/AAAAAAAAATU/tibAMrNCDq0/s72-c/jaymidavis_20080706_1005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-6934299733081390420</id><published>2008-08-06T10:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:44:29.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Sweet</title><content type='html'>This last weekend we went back to Globe to redo the yard and to start packing boxes. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; get a lot done. Dallas' nephew Brock was having a baptism in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Payson&lt;/span&gt; and we were so glad we got to be there. We got to Globe Friday night, Dallas worked until he couldn't anymore, we got up and ran to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Payson&lt;/span&gt;, just made the baptism, had a great lunch and some good times hanging out with all their family and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; and then decided we had better run back to Globe to get a few more things done. It is funny, we do not love Globe, but we LOVE our house. It was so nice to be "home" to have a finished home, and are kids were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ecstatic&lt;/span&gt;. Even in that small house we didn't see them to much, they were busy with their toys, or playing in the grass and having fun together. Even though we really don't need stuff (beds, couches, tables, decorations). It really does make a house a home, someday I can't wait to do that again! We had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bitter sweet part comes in, we will be renting our house starting August 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, bitter sweet, it will be so nice to have less of a financial burden, but especially after this weekend I do love that house, and it is nice to have a "summer house" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;heheee&lt;/span&gt; somewhere else just to get away and have furniture, etc. But I suppose we will move it all here, then move it all somewhere else if a few months when our they sell the house we are living in now and then again when we finally get a house, does  anyone get tired of moving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I was able to find Breaking Dawn at the store. Dallas is WAY to nice, he did most of the work on Saturday and with some teasing just let me read my book, he said I should just "watch the kids". Since the watched themselves I read most of the day, and finished it! yeah. I had heard some of the outcomes but even knowing a few things that would happen I have decided I am as much in love with this one as I am the others. I won't write anything else so I don't spoil the surprises. But in a few weeks I just might so I can discuss it with some of you that are reading it too!&lt;br /&gt;AND I plan on going to the valley the weekend that the movie Twilight comes out, getting a hotel room with whoever wants to split it with me, us girls can have a nice time, go to dinner, maybe get a massage, pedicure, whatever and hit the movie too! It will be nice. Just let me know if you want to come along, come on, You DESERVE it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-6934299733081390420?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/6934299733081390420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=6934299733081390420' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/6934299733081390420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/6934299733081390420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2008/08/bitter-sweet.html' title='Bitter Sweet'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-4359237042744726926</id><published>2008-08-06T10:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:56:57.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are still around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well howdy so much for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;journaling&lt;/span&gt; so much has happened but I am not very good at getting it all written down right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing, we still haven't sold our house. So keep us in your prayers. RATS. I know that it will come sometime soon and everything will work out, but still in my time frame it would be sold today! Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then onto our crazy happenings. Well lets first think about June. What happened. Something totally unlike me, I played in my first ward softball game. It is so huge here and I thought I would get in on the action, I was scared stiff and almost cried the first time I struck out....I didn't know you started with one strike, that is how much I don't know about slow pitch softball but all the other women were so nice, it was a lot of fun, I bowed out for the tournament because I wouldn't have been any help, but I will try again next year. We had a lot of fun watching both the women and men play, and Dallas said that he will play next year too! Hopefully we don't hurt the chances to terribly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have no furniture in our rental house, we don't even miss t.v. (weird) probably because we have been so busy with Dallas' new business adventure, we really enjoy it here. We don't have tons of friends but lots of new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;acquaintances&lt;/span&gt; and there are so many young families! We love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Whiting homestead for a weekend at the cabin. It was fun to go, the kids brought up there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hotwheels&lt;/span&gt; and that keep them entertained all weekend, we had a great some great games of settlers and also sent Julie and Butch home, Kaitlyn had a fever of 104 and it was time for her to get some TLC in her bed. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231463809594478642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SJnkngow0DI/AAAAAAAAATE/NY9ynnjR3JM/s320/Globe+and+Snowflake+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July bring lots of celebrating and fun. The 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July was spent in both places. We went to St. Johns Friday. We went to the B-b-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt;, then the races where both of our kids got a little distracted but don't you worry, even with their turtles speeds they both got 3rd place. Dallas was so proud! We went to the fireworks at Lyman with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jas&lt;/span&gt; and Shanda's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt; and Mom and Dad. We happened to park right by Johny and Jaime too! It was fun. Saturday in Taylor we attended the rodeo and then the fireworks! It was LOTS of fun too! Nice to be able to see fireworks twice, I STILL love them! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231459639776193010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SJng0y2nKfI/AAAAAAAAASs/zoeR3LgaMNg/s320/Globe+and+Snowflake+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231462891577665410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SJnjyEwf54I/AAAAAAAAAS8/7yQqgw1SFnI/s320/Globe+and+Snowflake+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231464651458041490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SJnlYg0rVpI/AAAAAAAAATM/T6wu4IiJLNE/s320/Globe+and+Snowflake+196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a free week then it was the Snowflake 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July, our first time here! The parade was crazy, busy and fun. We rode our bikes down. I sweat my face off, and was drenched, why did we take showers that morning, I am not sure! There was a fun craft show, plays, two rodeos, a fashion show (which Sydney and I both loved) and Dallas' parents came for a few hours of visiting. It was lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next weekend the kids and I headed over Thursday morning with Julie to the rodeo and Dallas got there just in time for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;icecream&lt;/span&gt; social. We saw quite a few people. We went to the rodeo the next day, then the campfire circle (Dallas was not to happy when we asked quite a few family and friends what time they were going to be at the circle and they said they opted out for a nice couch at home!) But it was lots of fun and we still saw lots of people! Saturday was the parade, some more talking a bit of a hot rodeo and then visiting. We watched a fun magic show that night and then headed over to Johny Hammond's parents house for some games! FUN times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with all the fun times, Dallas has been so crazy busy, I know he needs a real vacation, maybe just with me...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hehee&lt;/span&gt;. Away from a the fast paced, pulling you in two directions, decision making fun. He has been so busy, pretty much sun up to sun down! Maybe in October we will go somewhere fun! His birthday! Great idea right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-4359237042744726926?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/4359237042744726926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=4359237042744726926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/4359237042744726926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/4359237042744726926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-are-still-around.html' title='We are still around'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SJnkngow0DI/AAAAAAAAATE/NY9ynnjR3JM/s72-c/Globe+and+Snowflake+113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-6864435670113513364</id><published>2008-06-02T20:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:51:08.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Well no new pictures but I just wanted to write what was going on in our lives. Not been very good at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;journaling&lt;/span&gt; these days! So here goes something long! Things are going, and going fast but still not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; going on. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hehee&lt;/span&gt;. Does that even make sense! The kids and I were going to stay in Globe until our house sold but it seemed a little lonely so we for the last two weeks we have been up in Snowflake. We have our trailer at Jason and Shanda's house and not only have they put up with us (for over a month) but I think they still like us. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hehee&lt;/span&gt;. We really enjoy them and cant thank them enough for their hospitality and friendship! We sure love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new is going on with our house, not a thing, there is no movement at all! Quite a few weekends are spent going back to Globe and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;recleaning&lt;/span&gt; the house, and doing the yards. I sure wish someone would even walk through it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt; we could get some feedback. The realtor says that people just are not qualifying for much these days, SO KEEP US IN YOUR PRAYERS, if you don't mind me asking. I sure would like to get it sold so we can start something new up here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have enjoyed it here, we go to the park a lot, we hang out in the backyard, and I have had a lot more time to spend with the kiddos. We have quite time where Syd and I get to sit and play, or rest and we spend a lot more quality time as a family but the bathroom situation &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; as ideal as we would like it to be (it stinks, you can only go a few days before you need to empty out the trailer!) BUT we decided that we are going to rent a house while we wait for our house to sell.  We found a great rental that is just down the street from Jason and Shanda. We hope to move in and go up to Globe this weekend to get a few things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So things have been fun, great, and a little scary, Dallas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; worry like I do but I just wish we could get it all sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few cute things, little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt; loves to follow her sister and do just what she does, which is great sometimes. This is one of those times. She loves to say prayers. She folds her little hands over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;eachother&lt;/span&gt;, and bows her head. Every once in awhile she will raise her little head to see if we have our heads bowed, then she quickly puts her back down and patiently waits for amen, then she yells AMEN! She is way to cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syd, who knows what you say about her. This weekend when we were back in Globe we said we would go to the drive-in. Well she was really acting up. She kept throwing rocks into the flower garden that Dallas was creating we told her not to, then gave her a warning about not being able to go to the drive-in then one more time and we told her she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; go to the show. She was not very happy she rushed inside, turned around and said, "mom, I just realized you are not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;gooder&lt;/span&gt; mom, you are not"! Three years old going on thirteen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going well. I cant wait to get moved here and be a part of this new little town. I am not sure if I want to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Taylorite&lt;/span&gt; or a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Snowflakian&lt;/span&gt; but I am sure that both are basically the same and it is all great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing we did find a house that we really like. It is about three miles from the main road, it has an old country feel and Dallas feels right at home. I might get to live on my "farm" but I am unsure about having neighbors all around! So we'll see. We have to sell a house first anyhow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-6864435670113513364?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/6864435670113513364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=6864435670113513364' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/6864435670113513364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/6864435670113513364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2008/06/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-3629503828852953901</id><published>2008-05-19T21:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T21:38:56.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrations!</title><content type='html'>Call me crazy, call me weird....but I am frustrated right now. Is that the best word to describe it, I am not sure! Today I was talking to a friend about Stephanie Meyers book, &lt;u&gt;The Host.&lt;/u&gt; Overall I really liked the book, I don't think I would have wanted to change the ending because I wanted Wanda to live for Ian, I really really liked Ian. (is that even his name, I read the book so fast I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even remember all the character names). But it did feel a little "alien" to have her in someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;elses&lt;/span&gt;' body, a new body that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; wasn't hers! DUH! So that is the start to things not going quite as you would want to, feeling a sensation of frustration for things not ending just right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then tonight, I am trying to get the kitchen clean, do some vinyl and watch "One Tree Hill". Finally "One Tree Hill" stole me attention and I can not wait to see Payton go with Lucas to Vegas.....and make kiss a time or too, something like that! But no.....you see Brooke, Payton, and his old girlfriends face (sorry just started watching it this season and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; remember her name). So it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; turn out like I would have liked it too! Anyone watch it, anyone else feel that way! Jeez &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;laweez&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it might have to do with me feeling up any extra time I have with stuff, with movies, with books, with fairytale thoughts, things that have a nice gooey ending and everyone leaves happy and satisfied. Now that I am typing I think it has to do with being away from Dallas these long week days (joking they go really fast, the kids and I get a lot done and we have fun) but there is a void when Dallas is not around. It is great to be reminded just how much you love someone! Well I am off to find something else with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fairy&lt;/span&gt; tale ending!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;chooses&lt;/span&gt; Payton!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-3629503828852953901?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/3629503828852953901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=3629503828852953901' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/3629503828852953901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/3629503828852953901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2008/05/frustrations.html' title='Frustrations!'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-3161202364248364970</id><published>2008-05-12T22:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T23:08:11.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving up in the world, moving down? Not sure exaclty which direction Showlow is</title><content type='html'>Well folks it is all said and done and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think Dallas or I know what to think. Sydney doesn't care, she is so used to moving around, she adjust to anything and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt; as long as she gets to walk around and do her own thing she is content. May 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; was Dallas' first day of work in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Showlow&lt;/span&gt;. A lot of crazy things happened for Dallas but all in all he thinks he will really like it. We drove up with Dallas the weekend before. Dallas had a company charity golfing event and won $230.00. Nice work day! We stayed up there until Wed. morning then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jas&lt;/span&gt; was going to drop us off on his way to the valley so that we could make it to Sydney's dance class. Well half way there I realized that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have keys to get into the house so we headed on up to the valley. We stayed at Aunt Claudia's and as always we had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST FINISHED THE HOST IF ANYONE HAS READ IT I WOULD LOVE TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell that is what I did most of the time and it was great to see cousins too! Then back here, Dallas came for the weekend we hung out and I had a great Mother's day! It was a lot of fun. Early this morning Dallas got up and drove back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Showlow&lt;/span&gt; for another week of work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for great family. Dallas gets to park the trailer at Jason and Shanda's so he has a place to call home for the next little while until we can figure out what to do with this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; humble abode! So if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; mind keeping us in your prayers, I sure would like to be in the same place as Dallas and also to start our lives back up closer to family, closer to home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-3161202364248364970?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/3161202364248364970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=3161202364248364970' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/3161202364248364970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/3161202364248364970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2008/05/moving-up-in-world-moving-down-not-sure.html' title='Moving up in the world, moving down? Not sure exaclty which direction Showlow is'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-2938858165582789863</id><published>2008-05-12T22:45:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:52:59.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Extravaganza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I feel like I have been a lost soul, but I can get to that later. First I want to post some birthday pictures (I forgot to take them of all events). I had a great birthday Saturday, April 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I got lots of texts, to start the day off. My parents and sister took me out to breakfast (we were in St. Johns getting the trailer ready for Dallas' camping days, parked in front of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jas&lt;/span&gt; and Shanda's house! We headed over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Showlow&lt;/span&gt; for some family bowling with Jason and Shanda's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt; and then out to eat at El &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rancho&lt;/span&gt;, it was great food! Thanks everyone for such a good day! Oh yeah, I got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt;! Yahoo, and then I got Mario Kart to go along with it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dal loved to bowl with Sydney. They made a pretty good team.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199736777082135250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SCktDKOD4tI/AAAAAAAAASM/Vj6nQwFkWfs/s320/April+.2008+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh how cute....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;. About as good as it gets, but after a few short bowls, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt; let us know she was through! She is so much fun now, and so vocal, she wants to do something, by golly she'll squeal her way in or out of it (usually right out of sacrament meeting)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199737013305336546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SCktQ6OD4uI/AAAAAAAAASU/EnQIZ5q9Nws/s320/April+.2008+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199737258118472434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SCktfKOD4vI/AAAAAAAAASc/FxS6HNYqJ7g/s320/April+.2008+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This was at El &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Rancho&lt;/span&gt;. Some seriously good food! Thanks so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-2938858165582789863?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2938858165582789863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=2938858165582789863' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/2938858165582789863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/2938858165582789863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2008/05/birthday-extravaganza.html' title='Birthday Extravaganza'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/SCktDKOD4tI/AAAAAAAAASM/Vj6nQwFkWfs/s72-c/April+.2008+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-1239702901002623774</id><published>2008-04-16T23:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T23:35:31.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids say the funniest things!</title><content type='html'>Sydney was playing a few days ago, she had her baby in her shirt, she was pregnant. She walked up to Dallas and started to talk to him about her day, the weather, how she was feeling and then she said, "Oh no, this kids coming, she is about to hatch!". What the....she is to funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend Dallas went into a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;convience&lt;/span&gt; store to get some cash. Sydney was talking about what we were going to go and do and she said, "Mom, I am going to look for dad..." a few minutes passed and she was still looking intently into the store window when she finally exclaimed, "Oh wonderful I found him!" I said you did...she looked at me and said, "yeah mom can't you tell, he is always the one with the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;prickily&lt;/span&gt; hair".  Sure enough she was right, out walked Dallas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt; only wants to feed herself now. She had some yogurt and was doing rather well. About half way through she decided that she liked it more as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fingerpaint&lt;/span&gt; and proceeded to paint her paint. Dallas looked at her and said, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ut&lt;/span&gt;-oh" and put his hand on his head. She followed the lead and put her hands on her head. You should have seen the look on her face, she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; at the new found gel. For a little while she painted her head and decided it was taking much to long, she took the cup of yogurt and dumped it on her head! Not a funny thing to laugh out, but I think you may have heard a few chuckles here and there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-1239702901002623774?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/1239702901002623774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=1239702901002623774' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/1239702901002623774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/1239702901002623774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2008/04/kids-say-funniest-things.html' title='Kids say the funniest things!'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-3655429458084291791</id><published>2008-04-09T21:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T00:21:44.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lasting Impressions.</title><content type='html'>This weekend was our General &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Conference&lt;/span&gt;. For me it was one of the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;memorable&lt;/span&gt; and lasting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;conferences&lt;/span&gt; that I have ever witnessed. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;solemn&lt;/span&gt; assembly started it all. It was such an amazing thing to witness and then to be able to take part in it, to stand with millions of people to sustain our new prophet, to know that we have a prophet on the earth to lead and guide us, to know that his direction comes from God and that there is a plan for us, there is more to this life then work, then the house we live in, then the cars we drive, there is so much more. To know that we are eternal beings, that we can be with our loved ones through life, through death, through so much more. I know why I was so blessed to be here at this time, I am so thankful for that direction and knowledge that I have. Thank heavens for Heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last few days (and every time after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;conference&lt;/span&gt;) I can feel this power in my life. I want to be a little better, stand a little taller and maybe that is why I have seen and felt the great things that surround us. Today I was listening to something on Oprah, she is doing some class on a book and all these people were getting on and saying how it changed their lives and how excited they were. Some of them were talking about how they realized they had Eternal Life, others realized how slowing down and enjoying the little moments have changed their lives, realizing that matterial things dont matter...etc. etc. etc. the whole world (because of Oprah) is so excited about this book and it is life changing; it made me realize just how exciting the gospel is. It is life changing, it is such a great thing, it teaches all those things and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tonight I wanted to see American Idol gives back and I wanted to give. How great it is when people come together to give, to serve to think of others. What an amazing thing giving/serving others does to you. Things don't matter quite as much, ego's aren't so big and again it brought me back to the knowledge that I have. How much richer your life is, when you do these things, . This........this is what life is all about. I appreciate that people who give, who care, who make a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;difference&lt;/span&gt; in this world. You inspire me. And I am most thankful for the knowledge that I have in this life, I know who I am, I know where I am going, I know that I belong, I am a daughter of God and I can make a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;difference&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-3655429458084291791?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/3655429458084291791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=3655429458084291791' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/3655429458084291791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/3655429458084291791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2008/04/lasting-impressions.html' title='Lasting Impressions.'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-2220599849661601471</id><published>2008-04-09T09:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T09:31:39.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New News!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone.  We are so excited about our new move! YEAH, it is much sooner then we anticipated but the closer it gets the more excited we are. We sure love the people here, love the location (short commute to the valley, not far from family and friends and great weather), but we are moving up to the White Mountains. I think I went through all the emotions, even being a little nervous but now it is just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallas got a job with Gregor Randall, in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Showlow&lt;/span&gt;, it's by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart (catty-corner). He is so excited about the possibilities and starts work May 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Soon I know. It won't be enough time to get our house sold, so it looks like the kids and I will be here for a bit while Dallas is up there working away.  I am sad to finally be DONE with the house, just to sell it, but hopefully now it will SELL. Keep us in your prayers, if anyone wants a house in Globe, please pass on the info...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hehee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-2220599849661601471?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2220599849661601471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=2220599849661601471' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/2220599849661601471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/2220599849661601471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-news.html' title='New News!'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-2888689616531248299</id><published>2008-04-09T09:06:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:52:59.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It finally happened</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R_ztlRt9eCI/AAAAAAAAASE/yMGunpNrdxQ/s1600-h/scorpion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187282095491086370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R_ztlRt9eCI/AAAAAAAAASE/yMGunpNrdxQ/s320/scorpion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://chasingthecool.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/death-stalker-scorpion.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://chasingthecool.wordpress.com/2007/09/18/scorpio-man/&amp;amp;h=983&amp;amp;w=1111&amp;amp;sz=212&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=1&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=SYOc_g8KE0jIPM:&amp;amp;tbnh=133&amp;amp;tbnw=150&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dscorpion%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26rls%3Dcom.microsoft:en-us:IE-SearchBox%26rlz%3D1I7SUNA"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://chasingthecool.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/death-stalker-scorpion.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://chasingthecool.wordpress.com/2007/09/18/scorpio-man/&amp;amp;h=983&amp;amp;w=1111&amp;amp;sz=212&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=1&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=SYOc_g8KE0jIPM:&amp;amp;tbnh=133&amp;amp;tbnw=150&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dscorpion%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26rls%3Dcom.microsoft:en-us:IE-SearchBox%26rlz%3D1I7SUNA"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh no, I can not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; it, I dreaded this day, fretted, stewed, finally it came and it wasn't so bad. I have been stung by a scorpion. That's not even the best part of the story! I am petrified of those little, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;satanly&lt;/span&gt; things. We spray regularly and it is the sole reason that I would leave this place as soon as possible! Well I was cleaning the doors today and grabbed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rag&lt;/span&gt; from the kitchen sink. I felt something, kind of like a pinch but I still dropped the rag and out flew a BIG (thank heavens') scorpion. I screamed and the stand off began. I couldn't move and neither could the scorpion. I grabbed a shoe, but again froze in place. Sydney came trotting in and so I threw her up on the table and she is chanting, "do it, do it, do it". I just can't come close enough to hit the dang thing so I decide to do the tape trick, wrap tape around a spatula hit it/stick it to the tape and throw it outside, in the toilet, etc. So I ran to get some tape (what an idea let it get away while you are gone). Came back and it was GONE! Luckily it had just moved from the front of the opened door, to behind and was trying to make it's get away. So I lost interest in the tape theory and held tight to the flimsy shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; get up the courage to hit it and I leaned over to Syd and said I don't know if I can do it. Sydney hops down off the counter and says, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; worry mom, I got it, give me the shoe and hop on the table." What the.....demonstration number two for the week, mom is a baby! So after realizing that a three year old is braver then me, I got up the courage and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;innihilated&lt;/span&gt; that thing! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think his friends will want to come back to face my wrath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Fortunately&lt;/span&gt; I think he barely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nicked&lt;/span&gt; me, the pain was similar to an ant bite, I lucked out and hope to never be so lucky again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-2888689616531248299?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2888689616531248299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=2888689616531248299' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/2888689616531248299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/2888689616531248299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-finally-happened.html' title='It finally happened'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R_ztlRt9eCI/AAAAAAAAASE/yMGunpNrdxQ/s72-c/scorpion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-5888353913341734374</id><published>2008-04-09T08:20:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:53:00.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are back but without pictures...again. I do have a few old ones I will post found our camera but then I left it in my sisters car and she took it to St. Johns with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; how much has happened first a quick update, then a funny story and great news. We have been doing A LOT to our house. It is finally done, with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;expectation&lt;/span&gt; of a bathroom. I really like it, I think Dallas should be a landscaper, interior designer and all that entails. He has such a creative organized mind and things sure come to life. I will post more pictures when I get my camera. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187270567798863842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="123" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R_zjGRt9d-I/AAAAAAAAARk/n-Exk-Xye90/s320/December+-Marcch+2007.2008+061.jpg" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have really spent quite a lot of time on that. We did get a weekend off and went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Renaissance&lt;/span&gt; Festival. I thought it was a lot of fun, my kids thought the animals were great and liked some of the food. I felt like it was for older kids and/or just me and Dallas. It would have been a fun date to watch the shows, etc. All in all it was a good time and we were glad to have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tikes&lt;/span&gt; around. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187272066742450162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R_zkdht9d_I/AAAAAAAAARs/sDl-KBbOoGY/s320/December+-Marcch+2007.2008+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next weekend was Easter and we headed up to St. Johns because Tyson was having his farewell too. It was a fun weekend. We watched Tripp and Crew while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jas&lt;/span&gt; and Shanda spent their fifth anniversary in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas. They both got sick, poor kiddos, I am sure they just wanted their parents but they were both so good and I was so glad all the kids got to be together. We went to the Davis wash, with both grandma's and grandpa's and it was lots of fun. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R_zmrBt9eAI/AAAAAAAAAR0/k7CPUVzHCyk/s1600-h/December+-Marcch+2007.2008+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187274497693939714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R_zmrBt9eAI/AAAAAAAAAR0/k7CPUVzHCyk/s200/December+-Marcch+2007.2008+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R_znrBt9eBI/AAAAAAAAAR8/PWLPRJVv8mY/s1600-h/December+-Marcch+2007.2008+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187275597205567506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R_znrBt9eBI/AAAAAAAAAR8/PWLPRJVv8mY/s200/December+-Marcch+2007.2008+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on to Tyson's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;farewell&lt;/span&gt;. It was one of the better farewells that I have ever been too, biased I am sure. He is so kind, sweet spirited and nice. We are sure going to miss him (he is going into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;MTC&lt;/span&gt; TODAY) but are so excited for him. He'll be the best missionary ever and is so great with people! He has lots of special &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;abilities&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;heheee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well of course then it was back to work, work, work. It is so fun to finally have the house all landscaped and everything done! Things are going well here. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt; talks quite a bit now, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mimics&lt;/span&gt; whatever you say, mostly her vocabulary consists of I want that, I want that! and she thinks that is she screams she will be much more effective then if she just talks to us. She is really getting big. She is just at that stage where she is blooming in all areas. She loves to follow Sydney around Dallas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;affectionately&lt;/span&gt; calls her "our sheep".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney had an accident last weekend! It was quite scary for me. Dallas was painting the outside of our house. Sydney was helping him with the garage door so she pulled one of her toys against the wall and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;stood&lt;/span&gt; up to hit the opener. The toy fell out from under her and she grabbed onto the box to the side of her, weights were on top of that box and both of them fell on her head. Being the good mom that I am I put my hand (lightly) over her mouth and rushed her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;outside&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt; was sleeping. I was talking to her and turned my head to look at her, blood was gushing out of her head. Yikes. We ran her back into the kitchen to clean her up (I was sick that weekend) after we got the blood to slow down I got to see the wound. I put the rag back on her head told her to hold it there and ran to the bathroom, quite queasy...what a great mom, I am going to be one of those that can handle anything right! The war wound was only about an inch long but deep and open. She was petrified to go to the Doctor, out came the super glue and everything is better! She loves to show you her wound!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Ty we love and will miss you but we are so proud of you! You are the best! Have a great week! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-5888353913341734374?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5888353913341734374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=5888353913341734374' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/5888353913341734374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/5888353913341734374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-are-back.html' title='We are back!'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R_zjGRt9d-I/AAAAAAAAARk/n-Exk-Xye90/s72-c/December+-Marcch+2007.2008+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-507894191150363014</id><published>2008-02-29T12:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:53:00.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling guilty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R8hjHAj-1hI/AAAAAAAAARc/cVIcihcIjkQ/s1600-h/dal+and+syd+game.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R8hjHAj-1hI/AAAAAAAAARc/cVIcihcIjkQ/s320/dal+and+syd+game.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172493144096167442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling a little guilty right now! Every time I pull up the Internet, our blogspot is our home page and the first thing I see is&lt;strong&gt; "I have to say I am a little frustrated at my man tonight!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To reprimand and then redeem myself and my dear husband (obviously you should not wake me up if you are in need, want to talk, or want to stay in good graces...heheee) obviously he (or I) is not perfect, but I do LOVE him.  I would like to do another little post on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallas&lt;br /&gt;D is for dear. Dallas is near and dear. He is our world, our life, our everything. Our day isn't whole until Dallas comes home.  Sydney will be sad for half the morning if she didn't wake up to kiss him goodbye. He is fully involved in our little family and life. When he gets home he helps with the cooking and always the dishes. He take the kiddos so I can venture out and go running. He is a good dad and he is &lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;ear to our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is for always. He is an always in my life. He is someone I can count on, he is someone who will always choose whats right, whats best. He will stay strong. He is going to do what is best for our family he works hard (like schooling),find away to provide and he will &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;lways love me best no matter what. Who could ask for anything more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L is for light hearted. For makes light of "life". He can make any situation easy-going. He can make people laugh and feel at home. He is even &lt;strong&gt;l&lt;/strong&gt;ight-hearted when I want to be serious. I am so glad he makes our home an easy place to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L is for lovely. You do have to admit he is quite &lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;ovely to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is for analytical. Because of this he can do ANYTHING and the things he does always turn out amazing. Take our back yard for instance. He is not a landscaper, a builder, or cultivator by trade. But you would think so when you saw our yard. Most of the material was found in our yard and it looks like we paid millions :) heeehee for our built in grill, rock wall, landscaping and more. He is great at everything he does, thanks for being &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;nalytical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S is for sorry. He is almost always the first one to say sorry. This is huge for me and I am working on beating him at this but almost, without fail, if a sorry is ever needed from him or me he will say &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;orry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallas, you are the love of my life. I know our fates were sealed together before we ever even came to this earth. You have been my rock, and kept me strong....."Good morning beautiful....my life &lt;strong&gt;is &lt;/strong&gt;wonderful with you by my side when I open my eyes and see your sweet face it's a good morning beautiful day!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-507894191150363014?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/507894191150363014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=507894191150363014' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/507894191150363014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/507894191150363014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2008/02/feeling-guilty.html' title='Feeling guilty!'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R8hjHAj-1hI/AAAAAAAAARc/cVIcihcIjkQ/s72-c/dal+and+syd+game.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-3797841406049348837</id><published>2008-02-24T21:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T11:09:06.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Tag</title><content type='html'>I have to say I am a little frustrated at my man tonight! He did have an eventful weekend, he had a full day of class Saturday and Sunday. We tagged along because Sydney loves pools and hotels more then anything (that is where she wants to live next). So needless to say I had our darling kiddo's the whole weekend, I did it all even put them to bed. I came home early today because Sydney was really sick and again had the beautiful girls all day. When Dallas came home I put Kenady to bed and he, Sydney and I watched the Oscars and he so graciously let me fall asleep. Well I was not so gracious when I woke up to a crying Sydney telling me she wasn't feeling well, she was hungry, and when I looked at the clock it was also an HOUR past her bed time. I stomped around the house to find Dallas asleep at the computer, sheez! So now I put Sydney to sleep and I am awake while Dallas continues to sleep! I would &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; for people to post and tell me to get over it, not kidding I really would! So I thought this might help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hah I have to laugh. My computer died while I was typing this...it is now the next morning and I dont feel that way at all. Amazing what a little sleep will do for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-What is his full name?&lt;/strong&gt; John Dallas Davis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-How long have you been married?&lt;/strong&gt; 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-How long did you date?&lt;/strong&gt; steady dated for 9 months on and off for about 1.5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Who eats more sweets?&lt;/strong&gt; Hah. For anyone that knows me this is not even a question...me,me,me. I am really trying to work at it which seems to make it worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Who said I love you first?&lt;/strong&gt; He did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-How old is he?&lt;/strong&gt; 28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Who is taller?&lt;/strong&gt; I too love that he is, no matter what shoes I am wearing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Who is smarter?&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, so this is a toss up, hah who I am kidding I am! All jokes aside Dallas is the brainiac. He never stops using that brain of his. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Who can sing better?&lt;/strong&gt; We are about dead even on this one, but I wish I were a little better, this is one tallent I would love to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Who does the laundry?&lt;/strong&gt; Me, me, me. Not good at ironing I hate to admit but even the folding is my territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Who pays the bills?&lt;/strong&gt; He pays the student loans and I pay the rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Who sleeps on the right side of the bed?&lt;/strong&gt; We haven't ever really done sides but now that I think back most of the time I have been on the left side of the bed. I guess I will officially claim it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Who mows the lawn?&lt;/strong&gt; Dallas is a yard work fein. He loves to be outside and because of it the yard is looking swell! Everytime we get a mow, we then get the grass raked, the edges trimmed, the flower beds blown, the grill shined...it is quite the ordeal and looks awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Who cooks dinner?&lt;/strong&gt; I do most of the cooking, Dallas mans the grill and if we are having tacos he always fries the shells. I DO appreciate that! I also like to throw parties because Dallas would like a frozen pizza, a sandwich or chips to a nice home cooked meal, that way they mess isnt as bad! I think he is a little crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Who drives?&lt;/strong&gt; Dallas always drives. I sure like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Who is more stubborn?&lt;/strong&gt; He'd say me, I'd say him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Who kissed who first?&lt;/strong&gt; He kissed me first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Who asked who out?&lt;/strong&gt; Hmmm, should this stand out a little more then it does. We "hung" out a lot I am pretty sure he asked me out on our first "date". Let me ask him and get back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Who proposed?&lt;/strong&gt; Dallas this was a day you definatley dream about. To shorten it up, he took me on a long date to five diffrent places each of the places were places that my dad used to take me when I was young. The final place was a carnival (I thought we were going to dinner but waiting on reservations) we were on the farris wheel. As we dropped to the ground the worker gave Dallas a rose, we stopped at the top &amp;amp; Dallas said you were your daddy's girl since you were you, would you be my girl forever. AHHHH, how romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Who has more siblings?&lt;/strong&gt; Dallas has five I have four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Who wears the pants?&lt;/strong&gt; Hmmm, I would like to say me but at times it is him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, I need to work at it a little, like last night! But I sure do love this man. He has given us everything, he is supportive and kind, he loves us and I wouldn't have dreamed it could be this good. Thanks for the great five years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-3797841406049348837?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/3797841406049348837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=3797841406049348837' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/3797841406049348837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/3797841406049348837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2008/02/man-tag.html' title='Man Tag'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-7815679764122914989</id><published>2008-02-04T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T23:34:28.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone help</title><content type='html'>I can not import pictures, or edit my text? I can roll over it and it will tell me what it does but I can not click on it! Hmmmmm. Sorry for the misspelled posts (like I couldn't have edited it myself) and I guess it is okay I cant find my camera!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-7815679764122914989?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/7815679764122914989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=7815679764122914989' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/7815679764122914989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/7815679764122914989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2008/02/someone-help.html' title='Someone help'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-4749787774508597340</id><published>2008-02-04T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T23:33:04.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We thank thee of God for a Prophet</title><content type='html'>Tonight I have taken the time to blog hop and so many of my friends have posted about the passing of President Hinckley. I was touched by them all. Two of them really expressed what I have  been feeling. The first was my sister in law Shanda's comment.  Hers was of joy. President Hinckley is going home and what a reunion it is. That reunion would have been sureal to see. I can only imagine and am so grateful that we were able to commune with him here for so long (all through t.v. screens, I know! Just as Shanda said, we love you, thank you so much for your example, for your legacy....go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallas niece also wrote and put a utube clip of "Brother Becks" comments. If I can figure out how to get it on here I will post it here too. President Hinckley's example only has changed and affected countless lives, just by watching him we become better people! We love you very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it was announced that President Monson is our new prophet. How exciting, how right. I love him, I love his stories. I love Pres. Faust and I am so excited that Pres. Echtdorf has been called. I loved him from his first talk! These are exciting times, exciting days. I am so grateful to have a testimony of this church and to know that these calling come from Heavenly Father and we have a living prophet to guide us today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-4749787774508597340?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/4749787774508597340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=4749787774508597340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/4749787774508597340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/4749787774508597340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-thank-thee-of-god-for-prophet.html' title='We thank thee of God for a Prophet'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-6071782844160898237</id><published>2008-02-04T23:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T23:19:43.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamie Hammond!</title><content type='html'>I have the neatest, most thoughtful, kindest, most loving, cleanest (you should see her house), dearest, most modest, happiest, (and on and on) friend, Jaime Hammond. I just read her blog and her mom posted that in the next two weeks she will have her little baby boy early, a little earlier then hoped or planned. My prayers and thoughts go out to her tonight. Her daughter Carly was also early and I know this has to be a little bit scary for Jaime. She is so awesome, her family is so awesome and she has great support. JAIME we are thinking about you, all of our thoughts and prayers are with you and we can not wait to see this little man! You are awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-6071782844160898237?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/6071782844160898237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=6071782844160898237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/6071782844160898237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/6071782844160898237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2008/02/jamie-hammond.html' title='Jamie Hammond!'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-6425563074960807264</id><published>2008-02-04T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T23:15:52.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a perfect FHE it turned out to be.</title><content type='html'>Tonight for FHE we were talking about the premortal life which lead to why it is important to make good choices here so we can get back up to Heaven to see Jesus and Heavenly Father and be together again. Sydney proceeds to tell us a story about how this big "bully" keeps hitting her in the head with a stick. I am trying to talk to her and ask her what kind of choices she can make and Dallas says "kick 'em, just kick 'em". Luckily Sydney has been practicing her karate moves so I said what a great idea, maybe you could show them how to do karate, and you can do something else together and Dallas says....."kick 'em just kick 'em". I think our FHE was really effective tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-6425563074960807264?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/6425563074960807264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=6425563074960807264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/6425563074960807264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/6425563074960807264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-perfect-fhe-it-turned-out-to-be.html' title='What a perfect FHE it turned out to be.'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-5407117286276330040</id><published>2008-02-04T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T11:52:10.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cord's Letter First week of Feb</title><content type='html'>Dear Elder Whiting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This letter might be a little brief. There were not a lot of things going on this week. Which was great. I mostly hung out with the two kiddos, played games, watched movies. I liked it a lot. We went to the valley three times this last week. Dallas got to go to the FDR (is that right) open on Wed. so I went down with the kiddos and we spent most of our time at Kristin's house. They have an AWESOME back yard and Sydney loves to play with Kedzie so that works out well. Then Friday I went back down because several of my friends were going to be there and we went out to eat at Cafe Rio.  If you have not eaten at Cafe Rio/Costa Vida we will have to take you when you get back, it is quite addicting.  Maryann, and Karalee where there. I dont think you know Natalia or Allie but they came with the brand new babies, just two weeks old and oh so cute! They are awesome to come out with their two weeks old I think I stayed in for the first two months and I am sure I was way to cooped up!  It was nice to see them all, two have new babies and it makes me excited to have another. Sometime anyway. Then on Saturday we went to look at a truck. Yes I know we are yet again willing and dealing vehicles! HOW MANY DOES THIS MAKE....not sure. But I really like the idea. Dallas is going to get an older truck. Then we feel like we need one reliable car so I just might get my minivan...SWEET, I am THRILLED. I really want the tiny MPV's but we'll have to see what we can do! Dallas liked the truck he saw. It is really well kept. If you know if anyone who wants a nice Nissan Titan or a Toyota Echo (40 miles to the gallon) send them our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that we really havent done to much. I am determined to get into better shape, so I suppose it was good we did the super Bowl with our kiddos this year. We had a few snacks, played some games and YAHOO my team won. it was a good game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the kids are doing great. This is when I really need a video camera, Our actual camera that takes videos is gone and video camera doesnt work. Kenady is so funny when she dances, it is hillarious. She was dancing all yesterday. She LOVES to carry around Sydney's baby dolls. It is funny Sydney is not a huge toy person and there were two babies tat she HAD to have, now that she finally has both of them doesnt touch them but I walked into their room and Kenady just putting the baby in the sroller, then the high chair then the crib. Not to gentle for sure but she loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you. Hope your week is well. Cant wait to hear from you and see how things are going. We went to the visitors center this weekend and Sydney loved talking to the missionaries because they were just like Uncle Cord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaymi, Dallas, Sydney and Kenady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-5407117286276330040?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5407117286276330040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=5407117286276330040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/5407117286276330040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/5407117286276330040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2008/02/cords-letter-first-week-of-feb.html' title='Cord&apos;s Letter First week of Feb'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-9099273332717595196</id><published>2008-01-30T21:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T22:04:48.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some funny happenings!</title><content type='html'>Today each of our kids did some funny stuff. First this morning, in the wee hours of the morning Sydney came slythering into our room with this tiny little voice. She said mom, "I sweaterd all over my pants, for some reason I sweaterd in my pajama's." **  I said Sydney did do think you really had an accident and she said, "No mom, I sweatered". She was so tired, she had fallen asleep without going to be and I dont think she woke up when she peed so when she finally came to she wondered where all this sweater had come from. I cleaned her off she marched back to her room and went straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tonight we got new cell phones ***. While we were in the store Sydney started sticking her tongue out and doing the nahnah (where you spit, kinda, you know what I mean). First she did it to me, then another customer and then to Kenady. I don't like that to much so after she did it to me a second time I picked her up and we had a talk about why she couldn't do that, etc. etc. etc. Well I put her back down and Kenady walked right up to me and stuck out her tongue and did the nahnah (where you spit, kinda, you know what I mean). She is already mocking me! What to do, what to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Side note Dallas and I have been working out and so she has seen us "watering" she asked Dallas why he watered and he talked to her about sweating which has turned into sweaterd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***another side note, we went in to get new cell phones,  and what a night it turned out to be. I locked my keys in the car, AGAIN. The girls were tired and hungry and the locksmith didnt come for an hour and a half. I had fun but I don't think Dallas was to pleased. Heheee. BUT I now have TEXT, yahoo, feel free to text anytime).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-9099273332717595196?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/9099273332717595196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=9099273332717595196' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/9099273332717595196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/9099273332717595196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2008/01/some-funny-happenings.html' title='Some funny happenings!'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-4302079577422965944</id><published>2008-01-30T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T21:47:12.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you seen it?</title><content type='html'>We can not find our camera anywhere. Dallas had it when we were in St. Johns moving house to house and suddenly, it's dissappeared. I think I might need to write an ode to our camera! If anyone knows it's where abouts please contact. We promise a reward!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-4302079577422965944?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/4302079577422965944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=4302079577422965944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/4302079577422965944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/4302079577422965944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2008/01/have-you-seen-it.html' title='Have you seen it?'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-8653346184100045878</id><published>2008-01-21T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T22:59:49.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cord's Letter</title><content type='html'>Hey Cord,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are things going in the new area? How is the car treating you and life with just one other person in an apartment? Things are going great here. It looks like we are going back up North this weekend, when Tyson gets his endowments. Pretty exciting, huh. I think it is so neat. You two are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a fun week. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have much vinyl right now. A few enquiries, ever so often and a little bit of actual vinyl, so now I am a slacker. It is hard to want to get back on the computer and work when I get to hang out with Sydney and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt;, clean my house and keep it picked up, make real meals, read a book, and have a good time. I do love it but I love having something to do! It all works out. So pretty much that is what I have been doing. If I have some times I clean a closet, clean out the garage, you know the normal things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt;, they are so much fun together. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt; is what you call a sheep, Dallas and I call her that but Sydney has nicknamed her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;bubber&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway back to the whole sheep. She loves to follow Sydney and do whatever she is doing. We were riding in the car today and when Sydney would put her hands on her face so would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt;, she would raise her hand...so would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt;. She would laugh...so would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt;. Then when we got home Sydney wanted to practice her prayer that she will be giving this week in primary so she put up a little pulpit and was saying her prayer. Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt; came over, folded her arms and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;laid&lt;/span&gt; her head down to say her prayer too. They are lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt; talks back. :) We were in church and Dallas told her "no, no" she looked at him said "yes, yes" and did just what she wanted. Then today  we were having lunch and she started dropping her food off her plate so I said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt;, "no, no" and she said "yes, yes" and dropped another piece of food to the ground. She also likes to drag Sydney's HUGE dolls around by the feet. She is starting to play, she like to be tickled and chased. Lots of fun. She also throws fits. We already need to work on that. Dallas and her were on the couch eating a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;laffy&lt;/span&gt; taffy. When it was all done Dallas gave her the wrapper. She looked at it, looked at him back at the wrapper threw it at him and screamed at him, scooted off his lap and she was gone! What has Dallas gotten himself into, three girls (that includes me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney is the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;, same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;, but she is finally in 3T pants! Yeah! She started sucking her thumb around Christmas time. Today I told her it would make her teeth look yucky and she cried and cried, she wanted me to take it back but it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; stop her from sucking that dang thumb. Dallas and I started working out (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;wahoo&lt;/span&gt;), we put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt; to bed and then we head out to the garage and Sydney gets to go with us. She loves it. She talks about it everyday. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;patiently&lt;/span&gt; (and some times not so patiently) waits her turn. First for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;treadmill&lt;/span&gt;, then for the weights, I guess she is a bit of a sheep too. She is a funny sassy little girl and we love her. We found an easy way to get her to go to sleep. We just bring her in read her a book and tell her if she goes to sleep we will get to do it again tomorrow. Oh yeah she is glued to the t.v. just like you and Ty used to be! If she is watching there is no distracting her and she would do it all day if you would let her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallas is doing about the same. Always looking for something new, but it has been nice, with us working out we get to see a lot more of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;. It is nice to be on a routine (okay it has been five days, lets see how long it lasts). He is still looking into future &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;endeavours&lt;/span&gt; and trying to see just what we can do. In the mean time he is enjoying his boss, and the people. His patients are constantly giving him things...who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; love that. He just started playing basketball and he really loves that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, awfully long. We love you very much. So happy that we get to hear from you weekly! You are in our prayers as always! Have a great week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Jaymi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-8653346184100045878?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/8653346184100045878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=8653346184100045878' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/8653346184100045878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/8653346184100045878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2008/01/cords-letter.html' title='Cord&apos;s Letter'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-5892215317782171688</id><published>2008-01-16T09:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:53:03.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Year at a glance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47nEsv6-EI/AAAAAAAAARE/C0tQZHPs-_c/s1600-h/December+2007+052b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156312691303446594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47nEsv6-EI/AAAAAAAAARE/C0tQZHPs-_c/s400/December+2007+052b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007, what can I say a life changing year, maybe. A fun filled year, could be. The start of our new lives, I think that's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Kenady was blessed. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47Wg8v69vI/AAAAAAAAAOg/pc0hvBeniPE/s1600-h/blessing+bow+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156294484937078514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47Wg8v69vI/AAAAAAAAAOg/pc0hvBeniPE/s200/blessing+bow+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney saw snow for the first time, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47Wxcv69wI/AAAAAAAAAOo/9NccwytOUdo/s1600-h/IMG_0210b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156294768404920066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47Wxcv69wI/AAAAAAAAAOo/9NccwytOUdo/s200/IMG_0210b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we headed up to Utah for Dallas last rotation and I realized that two kids, working from home and being a wife was not really all that terrifying. All in all it was a good month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Kenady got her first sets of shots. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47XPcv69xI/AAAAAAAAAOw/xaK_Y-5ODBQ/s1600-h/IMG_0220a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156295283800995602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47XPcv69xI/AAAAAAAAAOw/xaK_Y-5ODBQ/s200/IMG_0220a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She did really well. Sydney was so very sad that she didn't get shots too. As soon as we took Kenady off the table Sydney bounced right up there and was ready. She cried when she found out that it was not her turn! We met some good friend's, our landlords. They are the nicest people and all of the kids are so nice, helpful and we are glad we got to know them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I don't remember much about this month. I do know that the highlight was going to a "skateland". &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47X8cv69yI/AAAAAAAAAO4/CbjsFtvhYtk/s1600-h/dancing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156296056895108898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47X8cv69yI/AAAAAAAAAO4/CbjsFtvhYtk/s200/dancing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had the time of our lives (we really need to get out more). Kenady slept, while Dallas, Sydney and I got to go on all the blow up, bouncy, slides, mats, trampolines, obstacle courses (don't know what they are actually called). We ran and played for a good hour before the Brown's got there and we headed to the skating rink for food and skating. Dallas watched Sydney while I taught Sydney to skate, I don't think she ever got the hang of it but she loved the music, the games, the disco lights. Sydney and I could have stayed there all night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;General Conference! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47YYsv69zI/AAAAAAAAAPA/KIA7gCuneOY/s1600-h/IMG_0234a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156296542226413362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47YYsv69zI/AAAAAAAAAPA/KIA7gCuneOY/s200/IMG_0234a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun being there at this time of year. Dad, Ty and Cord came up and were able to go to a few sessions. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47ZDMv690I/AAAAAAAAAPI/1s6ifpYpzGk/s1600-h/IMG_0223a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156297272370853698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47ZDMv690I/AAAAAAAAAPI/1s6ifpYpzGk/s200/IMG_0223a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallas watched the kids so that I could go to a session and then they all went to Priesthood. Kenady got her first pictures, we had to take Ty and Cord for Senior Pictures and so Kenady and Sydney went too! It was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;We spent two weeks in Omaha, NE. Some friends were out of town and they let us stay in there house. We had lots of fun there. Going to the Children's museum and mostly hanging out with friends. The very best part, Dallas graduated from Creighton with a DPT! It was so much fun going to his banquets, parties, baccalaureate, and finally graduation. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47Zt8v692I/AAAAAAAAAPU/LAfm6Nv01Yk/s1600-h/IMG_0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156298006810261346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47Zt8v692I/AAAAAAAAAPU/LAfm6Nv01Yk/s200/IMG_0205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it was a proud proud day for the Davis family and I think...another start to our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We lived with family, family, family. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47a2Mv693I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ixJAGaqvcuU/s1600-h/IMG_0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156299248055809906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47a2Mv693I/AAAAAAAAAPc/ixJAGaqvcuU/s200/IMG_0319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They may have gotten sick of us but we are so very thankful for them! It was nice to be in St. Johns, to hang out, to visit, to be with my sister too, and to enjoy the summer,&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47b-cv696I/AAAAAAAAAP0/utDvnVhrEZw/s1600-h/IMG_0433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156300489301358498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47b-cv696I/AAAAAAAAAP0/utDvnVhrEZw/s200/IMG_0433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in the pool, with the kids, eating snow cones and taking a minor break. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47bksv695I/AAAAAAAAAPs/Ntl8QDSMdTg/s1600-h/IMG_0403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156300046919726994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47bksv695I/AAAAAAAAAPs/Ntl8QDSMdTg/s200/IMG_0403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Was also pretty meaningful. This is the month we got a house, Dallas started his job, we were home for the 24th of July ,&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47bNcv694I/AAAAAAAAAPk/nVZCyPcocBc/s1600-h/IMG_0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156299647487768450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47bNcv694I/AAAAAAAAAPk/nVZCyPcocBc/s200/IMG_0349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cord got his mission call, Kenady started crawling &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47ea8v698I/AAAAAAAAAQE/2bLxfHQLSYo/s1600-h/IMG_0343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156303177950885826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47ea8v698I/AAAAAAAAAQE/2bLxfHQLSYo/s200/IMG_0343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and my parents were married for the second time. It was an amazing, crazy, month to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Dallas takes and passes his state/national boards. Sydney stays in her first hotel that she can remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47dpMv697I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5BR1aqVMQ50/s1600-h/IMG_0467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156302323252393906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47dpMv697I/AAAAAAAAAP8/5BR1aqVMQ50/s200/IMG_0467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; gets her first real hair cut. She talks about it all the time. She is so used to moving around that she often tells me, mom I want to live in a hotel next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;em&gt;I sold my first El Bow Maker&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47fzsv699I/AAAAAAAAAQM/gighrrvFkeA/s1600-h/September+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156304702664275922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47fzsv699I/AAAAAAAAAQM/gighrrvFkeA/s200/September+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cord leaves on his mission, Sydney starts dance class and we go to the Drive In for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47hF8v69-I/AAAAAAAAAQU/LJJbpUZLkS8/s1600-h/October+2007+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156306115708516322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47hF8v69-I/AAAAAAAAAQU/LJJbpUZLkS8/s200/October+2007+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sydney turns three and this was a huge year for her! We went a little overboard since we finally had a job a little extra money. I dreamed of having a battery powered car when I was little...but knew it was just a dream. Well Sydney got one and she is afraid of it! She will drive it for awhile but when she comes close to a wall, she left Kenady high and dry in the passenger seats, says she needs to get some gas and never comes back! She loved having a real pary and we are so glad we are close to home where family can come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Turkey day was good, we don't get to see the Davis extended family as much as we would like too....they need more get together's. That is why Thanksgiving is always fun. The Davis' have someone there every year. This year it was Cameron and Kathy. We really enjoy them and their family. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47hoMv69_I/AAAAAAAAAQc/qEx_7K83_PU/s1600-h/November+2007+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156306704119035890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47hoMv69_I/AAAAAAAAAQc/qEx_7K83_PU/s200/November+2007+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a time I am so busy with my vinyl it is all I think about and do, sorry we don't have more of a glimpse into November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Kenady turns one! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47j98v6-CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/XNgxvOtq0Tc/s1600-h/November+2007+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156309276804446242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47j98v6-CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/XNgxvOtq0Tc/s200/November+2007+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, shopping, Christmas, and all the fun events. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47iSMv6-AI/AAAAAAAAAQk/NMpptwzxNpU/s1600-h/December+2007+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156307425673541634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47iSMv6-AI/AAAAAAAAAQk/NMpptwzxNpU/s200/December+2007+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sydney had a dance recital. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47i-cv6-BI/AAAAAAAAAQs/PYd916STu0M/s1600-h/December+2007+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156308185882753042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47i-cv6-BI/AAAAAAAAAQs/PYd916STu0M/s200/December+2007+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We find out that Dallas' boss is moving! They are the light of our lives in Globe. We are so excited for them but bummed they will be gone. We will really miss them. Now we have to figure out just what we are going to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-5892215317782171688?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5892215317782171688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=5892215317782171688' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/5892215317782171688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/5892215317782171688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2008/01/our-year-at-glance.html' title='Our Year at a glance!'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R47nEsv6-EI/AAAAAAAAARE/C0tQZHPs-_c/s72-c/December+2007+052b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-6333705517617251285</id><published>2008-01-16T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T09:38:09.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New years and all (including Tyson's mission call)</title><content type='html'>New Years was just as fun as Christmas. Isn't it great to be home, we are sure making a lot of trips back up that way! Crew and Trip had a birthday party the next weekend so we headed up there Saturday morning. I can not beleive how big our kids get so fast. Shanda made the COOLEST cake. Pretty sweet :). Then we headed to St. Johns for the weekend and back to Jason's house Monday morning. They had the best New Years party we have been to in Years, okay maybe ever. It was a lot of fun. Shanda has pictures on her blog. We tried to put the kiddos to bed but Sydney and Crew stayed up just about as long as we did! Thanks for such a great time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next weekend Tyson got his mission call. He waited patiently while we all headed that way. He is going to the Billings, Montana mission! He is going to be an amazing missionary and we are all very excited for him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-6333705517617251285?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/6333705517617251285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=6333705517617251285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/6333705517617251285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/6333705517617251285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years-and-all-including-tysons.html' title='New years and all (including Tyson&apos;s mission call)'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-8510029760547665158</id><published>2008-01-16T09:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T09:29:13.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas....the rest of the story!</title><content type='html'>Okay, back to the Christmas escpade, where did I leave off. We had a great time at church and when we came home Jason, Shanda, Crew, and Trip all came to stay! It was so much fun having everyone there. I truly loved it! I know I kept pushing for them to come and stay (they only live 40 minutes away) and I am so glad that they did! It felt so much like Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday we hung out and did some cooking, some running around and mostly hanging out. Christmas eve is always so much fun. First we went to Grandpa Stradlings house (Laura too). We have a Mexican fiesta. There is so much great food, we sit and talk and catch up, as our family gets bigger it gets harder and harder to see everyone so this is such a fun time for me. At about 7:00 we make the treck over to Grandpa &amp; ma Despain's. There we have a little talent program. Sydney did so great. She is a lime-light girl and she sang "Santa Clause is coming to town" she practiced all week and was very excited to do it! Funny girl, she did an awesome job and we were all impressed. Then we sang a few carols, and had homemade icecream and treats. Finally it was off to Grandma and Grandpa Whiting's were they had P.J.'s for all the kids, a little bag from Santa and we sent the kiddo's off to bed. Julie and Butch came over and we did a White Elephant gift exchange then we moved on to those presents that still needed to be wrapped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning was so much fun! The kiddos loved it. Sydney got a cash register, a doll set, and a doll. Kenady got a chair, some pull along toys and a sit/scoot tricycle. They probably got more then they desereved. heheee. I sure wish we could find our camera but I figured I better post before I forget everything! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next best thing we got to talk to Cord! yahoo. It was awesome, he sounds so great, he loves the work, he is just doing and being awesome. Then off to the Davis' and Sydney got another baby, she just LOVES this baby! They knew just what to get her. Kenady got an electric guitar! We headed to The McKorkels to visit with the rest of the Davis' then off to my parents to say goodbye to Jason. So that is it in a nutshell. It was so much fun and I am so thankful to be closer to family whom we love dearly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-8510029760547665158?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/8510029760547665158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=8510029760547665158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/8510029760547665158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/8510029760547665158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmasthe-rest-of-story.html' title='Christmas....the rest of the story!'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-1335365284413582368</id><published>2008-01-06T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T21:38:33.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2008</title><content type='html'>We had a great Christmas. I have been waiting to post until we found our camera but it is a goner and this time I am proud to say it was not me! Dallas has it and he can remember taking it from one house to another but doesn't know where it went after that. So I suppose yet again pictures are too come. I think we will find it, eventually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun. I know that there are times Dallas contemplates not going home for Christmas and waking up in our own home. If we ever move closer that could work out but for now we are making that long trip of 2.5 hours to be closer to family and we were both so glad we did this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up Saturday morningish. We stopped at Wal-Mart and Home Depot on the way to St. Johns and then home we went. We hung out Saturday visted both parents. Sunday we went to church and the little girls wore their Sunday dresses. They looked so very cute. This year I splurged, I usually wait and wait to get a dress, I think they are to expensive, especially if you have to get real Sunday shoes to go along with it, and I wait somemore hoping that something will go on sale and then finally they wear a dress from last year unless Grandma comes to the rescue and buys them a dress (which actually she has done most years...I know she did it last year). Well this year I really liked a dress on Gap, it was just a simple velvet dress and I couldnt find anything else, it wasnt ever on sale and then finally a week before Christmas it was YEAH! So they both got a new dress this year and I loved them....okay way to long! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah....okay well now Dallas has come in and I told him we would look at a few things together before we head to bed so I will have to post later! Hah who cares anyway since there are not pictures to see, right :)! See you all laters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-1335365284413582368?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/1335365284413582368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=1335365284413582368' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/1335365284413582368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/1335365284413582368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas-2008.html' title='Christmas 2008'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-6544991591981005565</id><published>2007-12-19T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T00:51:03.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Sleep</title><content type='html'>Every had one of those days/nights...well I haven't, not often anyways! When sleep time rolls around, I am out like a light. Tonight, not so much. I tried to turn on Harry Potter, then I addressed most of my Christmas cards, then I blog hopped for awhile and got caught up on a few peoples happenings, sat here and now, well a post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallas has not felt well today, bless his heart, a stuffed nose usually knocks him out cold (just kidding Dallas), totally kidding. So he fell asleep pretty much right after Santa Clause came.....okay so I will back up a do have a few post worthy things to post, pictures will follow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Clause came tonight. It was pretty much a picture perfect holiday night. First it all started with Cafe Rio/Costa Vida copy cat salad (it is GOOD). Well Dal was feeling a little to sick and so I finished the dishes while he sat with the kids AND Kenady walks most of the time unless she REALLY wants to get somewhere (SHOULD INSERT PICTURE HERE). So Dallas enticed her to walk around the room while Sydney laughed. Then I came in with the computer to do a little work and dun, dun dun. We heard jingling at our step, Santa came to our house. It was so awesome, he had the nicest shiny suit, bells around his waist and a big sack full of toys. He gave Sydney and Kenady a stuffed animal and the COOLEST key I have ever seen (insert picture here). You will have to see it. You hang it on your door Christmas eve (especially those who do not have fireplaces). It is a special key just for Santa that allows him to get into your house. SO cool. Sydney was in heaven when she opened up the door and Santa came in. Kenady was not afraid and we got a great picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa left and a few minutes later...we had carolers at our door. We walked out and listened to them for a few songs and back in! What a great night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the sleeping escapade. Dallas falls asleep right after the carolers leave and I put the kiddos to sleep. Kenady cried for 40 minutes (I dont know why she does that so much lately) but Syd was pretty good about going to sleep. I came in to do more work and have never left my room. Dallas is still sleeping on the couch! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun night! Merry Christmas everyone! What a great time of year, I love sharing and eating and enjoying the spirit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-6544991591981005565?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/6544991591981005565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=6544991591981005565' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/6544991591981005565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/6544991591981005565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/12/cant-sleep.html' title='Can&apos;t Sleep'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-7106274519514667929</id><published>2007-12-10T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T09:45:12.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S.</title><content type='html'>Sydney just got my phone while I was sitting her doing the last post and I heard her say..."hello, oh hi I am just trying to call Santa, I need to tell him I want chou chou" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been three hours later! She really has a one track mind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-7106274519514667929?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/7106274519514667929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=7106274519514667929' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/7106274519514667929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/7106274519514667929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/12/ps.html' title='P.S.'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-4615062574044620498</id><published>2007-12-10T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T09:39:36.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happening's Before Christmas....letter to Cord</title><content type='html'>Since I use this for journaling purposes....and writing Cord is a bit like a journal I thouht I would just add this! Merry Christmas everyone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Elder Whiting. How are things goings going? What is happening new? Thanks so much for sending a letter again last week. It is always so good to get a condensed version of everything. How are the Holidays in Tennese? I have a few customers that are in Tennese. Fun to see that. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Things here are going well. Just as busy as before I can not wait for vinyl to settle down a little bit I think after this week the Christams rush will be over and everything will settle a little bit. Thank goodness for the kids who are working for me. otherwise I would eat, sleep and breath this stuff! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So needless to say that is about all I have been doing. Trying to spread a little Christmas cheer too. We have decorated the inside of our house but not the outside yet, loosers. I have made a few cookies and we hope to get plates out tonight for FHE. I am trying to teach Sydney about the true meaning of Christmas and I think she gets it....she also really loves Santa and can not wait for a cash register and a baby doll. In fact last night she went to sleep at like 5:30 so I figured around 8:00 she would wake up and not be tired for a few hours and she did. So we went online and were looking at toys. She saw a baby she decided she REALLY wanted. So she told me all about it, talked to her dad about it and decided that Dad needed to inform Santa Claus in the change of ideas for a baby. I thought we had it all taken care of then this morning Sydney woke up (Dallas had already left for work) and she said where is dad. Oh no were is DAD. Oh no mom he did not tell Santa that I want a diffrent baby.....oh no mom I need to call Santa right now!'. I told her that we write letters to Santa and then Santa would choose a few presents to bring her.....she said, 'but this is serious, I really need to call Santa'. She is too funny. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and of course then there is Kenady, she is still a scaredy cat, she will walk from one side of the couch to the other without touching the couch but she will not walk on her own. She is there, just to afraid to take the leap! It will be fun to have her walking, I figured around 10 months she would be so who knows for sure! She had a great birhtday, well not really. We were traveling when she had her birthday but we gave her a little Elmo doll and the next day she was spoiled with another present and a birthday cake, for her I think that was enough! She is great. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dallas is always trying to come up with new things, a new plan for his practice, becoming a personal trainer along with it. Selling sandrails, adding onto my business. it is amazing with all his new ideas, his crazy work on the house and work that he spends as much time with us as he does. He is fun and we appreciate all that he does....now if I could just figure out what to get him for Christmas! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well I suppse I should go and see what the kiddos are doing. We need to run to Wal-Mart so I can buy supplies to make goodies to take around to people tonight. We love you very much, love to hear from you, promise to send out pictures and thank you so much for all the blessings that you give us. Good luck, you are in our prayers....I know luck is not a good word because it is not luck that is involved! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jaymi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-4615062574044620498?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/4615062574044620498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=4615062574044620498' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/4615062574044620498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/4615062574044620498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/12/happenings-before-christmasletter-to.html' title='Happening&apos;s Before Christmas....letter to Cord'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-5162159273632602838</id><published>2007-12-05T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:53:04.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Bow Maker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R1bBXx38XvI/AAAAAAAAANw/Qet4rmEPYww/s1600-h/November+2007+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R1bBXx38XvI/AAAAAAAAANw/Qet4rmEPYww/s320/November+2007+050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140508638959132402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is here, it is new, love the design, love it all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay guys it is finished. My supplier was able to get the El Bow Makers to me and I love them. I can not wait to get them out there! I just need to start marketing, yeah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I spent all day working on updating my website with the El Bow Maker information...but you know how it goes when you work on something for too long, everything looks okay, all the sentences make sense, your are grammatically correct on everything and those colors...they are perfect....when in reality nothing was quite right! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love for you to check it out if you have some time and leave a comment here/email me or sign my webpages guest book (at the bottom of the page) with your opinion, suggestions, and changes....It took me weeks/months to get the info on there so it could take me a little longer to make changes but I would love the help. Thanks in advance you are awesome!   Here is the link to my site with all the information! http://www.creativecustomlettering.com/the_el_bow_maker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-5162159273632602838?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5162159273632602838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=5162159273632602838' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/5162159273632602838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/5162159273632602838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/12/el-bow-maker.html' title='El Bow Maker'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R1bBXx38XvI/AAAAAAAAANw/Qet4rmEPYww/s72-c/November+2007+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-6298646484964629864</id><published>2007-12-05T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:53:04.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenady is One!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R1a84x38XrI/AAAAAAAAANQ/_W_R-HbN13M/s1600-h/November+2007+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R1a84x38XrI/AAAAAAAAANQ/_W_R-HbN13M/s200/November+2007+066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140503708336676530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies by way to fast! I can not believe our little girl is one! She is so cute and has such opionions now. She really lets you know how she feels, and what she wants and right now I think it is very cute. She is a good girl and for the most part she can entertain herself for hours on end, she isn't one that like to be held a lot....maybe it is because she has her older sister to follow around.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her birthday is so close to Christmas, I really tried to have you in Novemmber :). This weekend was her birthday and we were shopping in the valley, mostly for Christmas presents. We had planned on going home Friday but my supplier wouldnt have the El Bow Maker ready until Saturday and so we unexpectedly had to stay overnight...lots of fun but Saturday was Kenady's birthday. We had Elmo all ready for her when she woke up and we sang but mostly that morning we were doing errands...not a lot of fun. When we got home I felt bad so I ran and got a second present and an icecream cake (lame mom but she love it). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R1a9Ux38XsI/AAAAAAAAANY/IXN3P7-0QVc/s1600-h/November+2007+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R1a9Ux38XsI/AAAAAAAAANY/IXN3P7-0QVc/s200/November+2007+068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140504189373013698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R1a9wB38XtI/AAAAAAAAANg/3G_7HdlRZ5U/s1600-h/November+2007+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R1a9wB38XtI/AAAAAAAAANg/3G_7HdlRZ5U/s200/November+2007+081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140504657524448978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I think she enjoyed her birthday! HEHEEE. When we go up to St. Johns for Christmas maybe we can have a little something with family then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-6298646484964629864?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/6298646484964629864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=6298646484964629864' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/6298646484964629864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/6298646484964629864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/12/kenady-is-one.html' title='Kenady is One!'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R1a84x38XrI/AAAAAAAAANQ/_W_R-HbN13M/s72-c/November+2007+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-3407606096591677366</id><published>2007-12-05T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:53:05.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The actual Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>We did have a great Thanksgiving. It was fun to be with Dallas family. Cameron and Kathy came and they are always so much fun. I just love Brock, Chaz and Bryce.  Sydney loved playing with them, they are so nice to her that she feels like she is a little princess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy and I were even able to sit and read books for an hour at a time. That was a real treat. We eat a great Thanksgiving, we talked, we played games, went to the park, and on a few rides around the town. It was lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R1a64x38XqI/AAAAAAAAANI/Ve1Lw6uylcc/s1600-h/November+2007+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R1a64x38XqI/AAAAAAAAANI/Ve1Lw6uylcc/s200/November+2007+044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140501509313420962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney and the boys got to cook with Grandma. They made pumpkin pie and the best sugar cookies we have ever tasted. Good job guys!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R1a5ch38XnI/AAAAAAAAAMw/FsXyblB7EHY/s1600-h/November+2007+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R1a5ch38XnI/AAAAAAAAAMw/FsXyblB7EHY/s200/November+2007+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140499924470488690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R1a6AB38XoI/AAAAAAAAAM4/A01tFQcBgpg/s1600-h/November+2007+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R1a6AB38XoI/AAAAAAAAAM4/A01tFQcBgpg/s200/November+2007+029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140500534355844738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-3407606096591677366?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/3407606096591677366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=3407606096591677366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/3407606096591677366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/3407606096591677366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/12/actual-thanksgiving.html' title='The actual Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/R1a64x38XqI/AAAAAAAAANI/Ve1Lw6uylcc/s72-c/November+2007+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-4717744411782878078</id><published>2007-11-29T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T01:26:47.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for</title><content type='html'>I was just reading through my friend/Dallas' nieces's blog and I think it would be fun to blog like her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She of course is much funnier then me :)but since I am still not tired and seem to be rebelling against sleep I suppose I will write a little more for journaling purposes, what are some moments that I want to record?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put up our Christmas decorations the night that we got home from the Thanksgiving weekend (Sunday night). Dallas was just as excited as I was. My mom gave me one of her old Christmas trees and it is beautiful. I have kept many little Christmas knick knacks and this is the first time we really got to decorate the house with them. It is so fun! I got some of my shelves on the wall too! I love it....the thing to remember about it is that Kenady can not keep her eyes and hands off of any of it. We have light up snowmen and everytime she sees them she starts waving her arms and saying oho ohhh ohh. Tonight she just wanted me to hold her next to them so she could watch them sparkle. We can not keep her away from the tree, she loves taking ornament after oramnet off the tree, and really it is all the more fun watching her, since we cant stop her. She walks when she wants to be still looses her balance, she has fun doing both for now. Can you beleive in just two days she will be one! Where does time go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syd has been sick the last few days. Yesterday I was a little nervous, she would not eat anything and by the time supper came around she seemed to be lethargic the only way I got her to eat was by telling her that I would have to take her to the hospital if she didnt. How mean. She shaped right up and eat all her eggs and seemed to feel much better after that, she is such a funny girl, she would much rather do anything then eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well off to bed but just one more thing...for the gratitude journal. We are thankful to know that the Lord has had a hand in everything that we have so far done. Thankful for two healthy, strong girls, and good relationship. We are thankful for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-4717744411782878078?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/4717744411782878078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=4717744411782878078' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/4717744411782878078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/4717744411782878078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/11/thankful-for.html' title='Thankful for'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-1247072216086006754</id><published>2007-11-28T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T00:11:40.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mostly.....just want too!</title><content type='html'>Hello. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly....I just want too. Right now I am posting because mostly, I just want too. I am the biggest blogging slacker right now, during the past few months I feel like I have been running crazy, everything is in crazy fun (well kinda, I have to admit the house is coming along, still, it is a little disarrayed), as a neighbor I am sure you would think I was a little weird I dont surface tell noon, looking like I just woke up! my kids are dishoveled, I am in sweats or my underthingamajiggers half of the day (crazy what if someone came to the door, sydney of course would open it)and I dont really want that to happen.....but dun dun dun, it is almost over. I am almost through one more busy season (how many times can I post about this) and I can not forget to be grateful for what we have. After multiple posts just like this you are almost through hearing it! I am making a change and doing a few mostly....just want too's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to the park with my kids...mostly because I want too. I want to take a weekend trip with my husband, I want to go dancing, I want to sit down and read a book to Sydney and Kenady, I want to get up at 6:00a.m and exercises (mind you, nothing is stopping me, I don't on my own accord this is simply a want to list), I want to stop by and see friends, or they stop by and see me, I want to finish reading Harry Potter, I want get my hair cut and styled, I want to take Sydney to get her ears pierced (she is excited) I want to figure out great meaningful gifts for all the people I love, or fun ones, I want to enjoy the spirit of the season, I want to read a book while my kids are sleeping, I want to read the scriptures with more vigor and attend the temple more often, I want to drink a diet coke with vanilla (Stacy I drink diet now) I want to plan Christmas parties....mostly...just want too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I will try to do one thing a week. &lt;strong&gt;What do you want to do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I will post more pictures later. We had a great Thanksgiving. We ate with the Davis' and had such a great time. So good to be with family to laugh and play games and Cameron and Kathy and their kids are so much fun and I got to decorate my house with my mom and dad and I love to do, just like old time. That is another mostly because I want too, I want to write more on my blogs and by golly I am going to start doing it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time thanks for everything! We love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-1247072216086006754?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/1247072216086006754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=1247072216086006754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/1247072216086006754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/1247072216086006754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/11/mostlyjust-want-too.html' title='Mostly.....just want too!'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-6881321882388955599</id><published>2007-11-08T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:53:07.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween is it still a birthday party?</title><content type='html'>Sydney still thinks her party continues and how nice to celebrate "you" for a whole week! Sydney wanted to be the scary wicked witch of of "The Wizard of Oz". Well I couldnt find an all black costume for cheap so I made her costume black and purple. We found a matching hat and we were good to go (wish I would have had time to find some tights). We kept with the original theme of "the Wizard of Oz" and had Kenady dressed as a tiger (okay so we had the lion, it was Sydney's costume last year). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzQGxjBL5iI/AAAAAAAAALg/rsgGZg-7AAQ/s1600-h/October+2007+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzQGxjBL5iI/AAAAAAAAALg/rsgGZg-7AAQ/s320/October+2007+108.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130733323765409314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzQHHTBL5jI/AAAAAAAAALo/Sw-cFo0oJso/s1600-h/October+2007+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzQHHTBL5jI/AAAAAAAAALo/Sw-cFo0oJso/s320/October+2007+113.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130733697427564082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzQHgTBL5kI/AAAAAAAAALw/6NxpZSrKWd4/s1600-h/October+2007+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzQHgTBL5kI/AAAAAAAAALw/6NxpZSrKWd4/s200/October+2007+111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130734126924293698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sydney got to be in her outfit most of the day, as you can tell, by the time the pictures are taken! She had dance class early that afternoon and since it was technically dance attire she wore it there...then off to the hospital to trick or treat their dad, back home to get the green scary face on and finally off to the trunk or treat. It was all a lot of fun. Kenady fell asleep in the car (she didnt have a second nap and she was so tired), she didnt seem to be as invovled as Sydney did! Sydney liked it all. She loved the games, the other kids costumes, and the candy but mostly she liked the nacho's they served as a dinnertime treat! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzQIWzBL5lI/AAAAAAAAAL4/3lP-JlhH9bk/s1600-h/October+2007+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzQIWzBL5lI/AAAAAAAAAL4/3lP-JlhH9bk/s200/October+2007+117.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130735063227164242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzQItzBL5mI/AAAAAAAAAMA/404bj6zLH54/s1600-h/October+2007+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzQItzBL5mI/AAAAAAAAAMA/404bj6zLH54/s200/October+2007+119.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130735458364155490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzQJXDBL5nI/AAAAAAAAAMI/p_mQosfIhGU/s1600-h/October+2007+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzQJXDBL5nI/AAAAAAAAAMI/p_mQosfIhGU/s200/October+2007+122.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130736167033759346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After trunk or treat we headed back home, where they were having a block party. We hopped on the motorcycles, maybe Sydney's request, I am not sure, and headed down to the block party! It was a fun end to a great night! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzQKIjBL5pI/AAAAAAAAAMY/VBuqBYqGW_U/s1600-h/October+2007+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzQKIjBL5pI/AAAAAAAAAMY/VBuqBYqGW_U/s200/October+2007+127.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130737017437283986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzQJvjBL5oI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/f2w-OCfrfn0/s1600-h/October+2007+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzQJvjBL5oI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/f2w-OCfrfn0/s200/October+2007+126.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130736587940554370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-6881321882388955599?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/6881321882388955599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=6881321882388955599' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/6881321882388955599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/6881321882388955599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween-is-it-still-birthday-party.html' title='Halloween is it still a birthday party?'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzQGxjBL5iI/AAAAAAAAALg/rsgGZg-7AAQ/s72-c/October+2007+108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-8561073518515664124</id><published>2007-11-08T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:53:08.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Syd's continued birtday</title><content type='html'>Well The birthday still continues. Mark, Tomi, and Finn all came that night after the party! They had another party they went to but they drove down to Globe that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney was as excited to see them (she mostly talks about Marc) as she was to see her birthday cake. They are great friends and we were glad they got to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a pumpkin carving contest, &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzQA4DBL5dI/AAAAAAAAAK4/fBaHRjOgJNY/s1600-h/October+2007+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzQA4DBL5dI/AAAAAAAAAK4/fBaHRjOgJNY/s200/October+2007+096.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130726838364792274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzQBIDBL5eI/AAAAAAAAALA/WKeTPBSj3HA/s1600-h/October+2007+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzQBIDBL5eI/AAAAAAAAALA/WKeTPBSj3HA/s200/October+2007+097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130727113242699234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzQBrjBL5fI/AAAAAAAAALI/6F5QKdngkqo/s1600-h/October+2007+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzQBrjBL5fI/AAAAAAAAALI/6F5QKdngkqo/s200/October+2007+048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130727723128055282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see Edward and Bella, that is the one that Tomi and I wanted :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played games....I am way to go at Settlers, we had to move on to a killer game of sequence :). Then Dallas and Mark put together Sydney's sweet new ride (can you say spoiled).&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzQCmjBL5gI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K9Fmx6iJROU/s1600-h/October+2007+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzQCmjBL5gI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K9Fmx6iJROU/s320/October+2007+091.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130728736740337154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sydney was not to sure about her car at first, well seriously she is still not quite at ease unless she is in a really big area, where there are no constricting trees, houses, fences, just an open space. Kenady loves sitting in the seat but once it gets going, oh no look out! She is also feeling more at ease when they are in wide opened spaces and it is not so many stop and go whiplash motions! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzQDBzBL5hI/AAAAAAAAALY/ERsmVbhVlTE/s1600-h/October+2007+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzQDBzBL5hI/AAAAAAAAALY/ERsmVbhVlTE/s320/October+2007+094.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130729204891772434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-8561073518515664124?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/8561073518515664124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=8561073518515664124' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/8561073518515664124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/8561073518515664124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/11/syds-continued-birtday.html' title='Syd&apos;s continued birtday'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzQA4DBL5dI/AAAAAAAAAK4/fBaHRjOgJNY/s72-c/October+2007+096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-4168159952153527687</id><published>2007-11-08T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:53:10.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sydney's birthday party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzP-ljBL5aI/AAAAAAAAAKg/jt8KTjjUPe0/s1600-h/October+2007+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzP-ljBL5aI/AAAAAAAAAKg/jt8KTjjUPe0/s320/October+2007+059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130724321513956770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a party it was...heheee. We are in a new town, with a lot of new acquaintances, not a ton of small friends (for Sydney) and so happy that we are close to family because they were able to come to Sydney's birthday party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun, who knew turning three could be such a great deal, she had a week long event! First Grandma and Grandpa Davis came to town Thursday, Oct. 25th. I think they wanted to avoid the crowds:) so they came and celebrated her birthday a little early. I wish my camera would have been charged! Sydney got real makeup from them, a candy snake and three dollars of her very own. She was in heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday Uncle Jason Aunt Shanda, Trip and Crew showed up first. I can't thank Shanda enough for all the work she did, I would like to say with me but mostly instead of me, she is awesome! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzP27zBL5RI/AAAAAAAAAJY/cjL2Ro2lP_0/s1600-h/October+2007+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzP27zBL5RI/AAAAAAAAAJY/cjL2Ro2lP_0/s320/October+2007+043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130715907673023762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney loved showing all her nickel toys to Crew, first the elephant, then the tiger, onto the giraffe and finally Mr. Potato head. I don't think he was to impressed with the dolls! Then came along Grandma and Grandpa Whiting and great GRANDMA DESPAIN! I was so happy to have her there. She is a light and an inspiration in my life and it meant so much! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzP3djBL5SI/AAAAAAAAAJg/hWn6qjhGQB8/s1600-h/October+2007+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzP3djBL5SI/AAAAAAAAAJg/hWn6qjhGQB8/s320/October+2007+050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130716487493608738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As Sydney's present Grandma Despain gave Sydney the coveted cricket doll that none of the grandchildren could play with, just look at while I was growing up (I need to get a picture). I haven't decided yet if Syd will get to play with it either! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally our friends the Brewsters got there (Dallas' boss), we love them. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzP4aDBL5TI/AAAAAAAAAJo/6QYalNe0mQM/s1600-h/October+2007+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzP4aDBL5TI/AAAAAAAAAJo/6QYalNe0mQM/s320/October+2007+062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130717526875694386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a pinata,&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzP56jBL5VI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/gGMjhOCj6Tw/s1600-h/October+2007+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzP56jBL5VI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/gGMjhOCj6Tw/s320/October+2007+067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130719184733070674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzP6izBL5WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/7YW0uz0awec/s1600-h/October+2007+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzP6izBL5WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/7YW0uz0awec/s320/October+2007+071.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130719876222805346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we eat&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzP9wzBL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/z7Rp-F3CP40/s1600-h/October+2007+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzP9wzBL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/z7Rp-F3CP40/s320/October+2007+054.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130723415275857298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzP46zBL5UI/AAAAAAAAAJw/YhANp3a_Yos/s1600-h/October+2007+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzP46zBL5UI/AAAAAAAAAJw/YhANp3a_Yos/s320/October+2007+055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130718089516410178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, opened presents,&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzP80zBL5YI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/auBSobW86-A/s1600-h/October+2007+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzP80zBL5YI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/auBSobW86-A/s320/October+2007+086.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130722384483706242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and had a cake.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzP7kDBL5XI/AAAAAAAAAKI/0vjQs2Ttgdc/s1600-h/October+2007+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzP7kDBL5XI/AAAAAAAAAKI/0vjQs2Ttgdc/s320/October+2007+077.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130720997209269618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not to eventful but lots of fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-4168159952153527687?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/4168159952153527687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=4168159952153527687' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/4168159952153527687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/4168159952153527687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/11/sydneys-birthday-party.html' title='Sydney&apos;s birthday party'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RzP-ljBL5aI/AAAAAAAAAKg/jt8KTjjUPe0/s72-c/October+2007+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-1674016127955662153</id><published>2007-10-14T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:09:53.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated Yard</title><content type='html'>Pictures of our house have been a long time coming...here are a few of the backyard that is now done! Yeah. I think next weekend we will be done with the front and then we will move onto the inside. Dallas has put so much work into this. We won't know how to spend our weekends once the house is complete. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I think the best part about it...Most everything Dallas built was created with things found around our house. Rocks grow in abundance here so he used it to create part of the retaining walls, the front of the grill, the firepit, and of course to line our flower beds. He even used old brick from a previous elevated garden (I was sad to loose that, but have no fear I am recreating a smaller one next year)to create the base for the grill. He is AWESOME. We worked hard, mostly Dallas and we can't wait for you to stop by! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-7e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=432345564247405182&amp;amp;site=widget-7e.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564247405182&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-7e.slide.com/p1/432345564247405182/bb_t043_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564247405182&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-7e.slide.com/p2/432345564247405182/bb_t043_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-1674016127955662153?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/1674016127955662153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=1674016127955662153' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/1674016127955662153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/1674016127955662153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/10/updated-yard.html' title='Updated Yard'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-6885459323527776954</id><published>2007-10-14T21:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:53:10.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thoughts</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. We are back. It actually seems like not much has happened this week! We finally have t.v. and I am loving that I get to see Greys and saddened that Lost doesn't come on until next Feb. DID U KNOW THAT, blah! This is one of the many reasons I slyly convinced Dallas to join ranks once again with t.v. watching fanatics...but to our dismay, nothing, nada. Better Feb. than never I must admit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RxL77Y3NfOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/6XlNHeYFmow/s1600-h/October+2007+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RxL77Y3NfOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/6XlNHeYFmow/s320/October+2007+038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121432723978550498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids are hilarious. I would like to say that these comical characters are just clones of us, but they are far to superior...much smarter, cuter, intuitive, and wittier (okay Dallas is fairly witty). I guess they are just built that way to deal with the times they have been jolted into or something like that! Forgive me please...as this is a family journal for the time being (I think I am going to make my kids their own secret blogs so you don't have to hear all the silly in's and out's of their quirky lives but obviously I have not gotten that far) you can just skip on over! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking my sister Julies idea, I decided to make the Halloween costume this year for Sydney...shoot I should talk about this when I actually have pictures...but what the heck, I will post them soon! It is adorable! Can not wait for you to see it. Definitely the new rage for Sydney. she thinks she looks like a fairly scary but pretty witch (exactly what I was going for right). Can't wait to take them trick or treating. She wanted to be the wicked witch from The Wizard of Oz and I was going to be Dorthy, Dallas the tin man and Kenady the Lion (we would carry a scarecrow)....this witch costume is more black and purple, with no hint of green so sadly I must omit Dallas and I from the equation (I am sure Dallas is not to sad) but I think Kenady will still be a lion unless I get another wild hair and make her a bee much like her cousin Kaitlynn. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I once addressed this...but Kenady loves to draw, realizing after weeks of watching Sydney that a pen/pencil/marker and a piece of paper must mean scribbling. It is so cute to watch. She is very determined and always gets a line, scribble, or circle on that paper! Too cute you would think she would have forgotten and moved on...but she continues to love to draw....so here is a picture to enjoy! We had a few cousins over this week (they came to do vinyl). Most of Sydney's room was covered in toys. After 20 or so minutes I decided it was best if I found Kenady since I hadn't seen her in quite some time. Kenady had found a way to climb into the biggest container that she could and was throwing toys left and right. I left her there to see how long she would be content...well I finally had to come and get her when it was time to eat (or something like that). It was toy heaven...I think I need to leave toys/stimulus out for her more often! Silly mom! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RxL6_43NfMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/N0J15snLCE8/s1600-h/October+2007+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RxL6_43NfMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/N0J15snLCE8/s320/October+2007+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121431701776334018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one more thing. Sydney can talk really well now. We were on our way to church today when Dallas jumped out of the car and into the garage. He looked rather forlorn. Sydney watched him intently while he tried and tried to get our garage door to work properly...I am sure he wasn't to happy since I had made us a few minutes late already...but of course he wouldn't ever say something like that! :)&lt;br /&gt;Well finally he conquered his task and returned to the car confidently! Sydney put her hands on her hips shook her head and said, "Dad just how frustrated are you?" Yes or no... hah! Yes or not is not quite proper English but we understood! They are cute kids! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to new is going on with me. I do vinyl all week and work on the house with Dallas during the weekends. Here are a few pictures of what we have accomplished so far. In two years we just might be ready to leave Globe but I think we may want to take our house with us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but before I forget was confrence not amazing. I regretfully admit that I was not good about watching all sessions but with my new handy dandy t.v. I was able to record all four sessions and listen to them periodically throughout the day (I need to do better but that is my intent). Funny how things change, first how can you sit that long..two hours, then you move onto, yes I don't have to go to church this weekend to finally looking forward to, anticipating, and thriving in the talks that are given....again I don't do great with that but I am so glad I enjoy and look forward to these confrence sessions. I feel like they are all my personal friends and I can better see the Lord's hand in my life. Just like Eyreing (sorry for the slaughter) I want to have a journal that details the Lord's hand in our lives... Thanks for reiterating that Hawli!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-6885459323527776954?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/6885459323527776954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=6885459323527776954' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/6885459323527776954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/6885459323527776954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-thoughts.html' title='Just thoughts'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RxL77Y3NfOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/6XlNHeYFmow/s72-c/October+2007+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-6547959412196158169</id><published>2007-10-02T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T22:22:02.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How easily I am perplexed!</title><content type='html'>This time of ear is so crazy busy for me. I feel like I have been neglectful in many, many things but right now I have down right forgotten my kids. I remember feeling this way last year around this time and thinking that is it, I am done! Here I am again this year, with two kids, lots of book, tv, coloring and room time, messy kids, crazy house, and vinyl everywhere. How grateful I am for this home job, for Super Saturdays that keep me so busy, and a little extra cash for the upcoming holidays but Wowzer, I dont even know how to keep organized....Those of you who know me realize that is not such a hard task! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is why I right tonight feeling a little overwhelmed as I realize I only sat with my kids for breakfast, a quick lunch and dinner. Thank goodness for an awesome husband who took over, played with, loved, tickled, laughed, and tucked our fine little ones into bed! So next time I say that Sydney is acting up, or Kenady is throwing fits remind me why! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the cutest side note. Kenady colors at 10 months (she just turned 10 months). She truly watches and wants to be like her older sister. How cute! Whenever Sydney is coloring she tries to take the writing mechanism and colors the paper! I LOVE IT. Kenday is also learning to throw huge fits and yell...I think she thinks that being loud is the normal tone for the Davis household, shoot! Today Sydney and I held Kenady's hands and walked and she walked around the house. We ended at the couch so we both let go of her hands, she looked at us, stuck out her bottom lip, sank to the ground on her bum, then laid over and sobbed because she could no longer walk! On a side note I spent a little more time with them than I gave myself credit for! It was so cute, sad, and obnoxious at the same time. 1.How stinking cute! 2. She just learned something new how sad we put an abrupt stop to it and 3. She can't throw a fit to get what she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have browsed through most of your blogs. I am sorry I dont comment! I promise I will do better. Taytum how fun! I can't wait to do that, you will have to give us the in's and out's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such a nice weekend with my EA friends look at MaryAnn's blog for the details. I so looked forward to it and we had a blast. Thanks so much Maryann for hosting we can do it at my humble abode any old time. We should plan it weekly. Heheee. And everyone else I love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-6547959412196158169?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/6547959412196158169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=6547959412196158169' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/6547959412196158169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/6547959412196158169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-time-of-ear-is-so-crazy-busy-for.html' title='How easily I am perplexed!'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-229657351930491985</id><published>2007-09-24T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:53:11.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sydney's Craft</title><content type='html'>Dooesn't everyone think that their kids are the funniest, at least most of the time! I was cracking up today. I let Sydney paint a real pumpkin and create a pumpkin out of paper. She decided that she wanted to paint the picture too. She wanted me to see what she was doing so I came in and tried to give her some helpful advise on fingerpainting, she said, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom don't worry, right now I am study/working. I don't need your help I need you to watch" and I said, "But Boo you can make perfect circles..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stopped me and mid sentence, put both of her painted hands on her face and said, "Mom, I am study/working your job is to sit and watch." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not always fun that she is so opinionated at such a young age, especially when we are at church or at the grocery store (BY THE WAY WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOUR CHILD THROW A FIT IN PUBLIC, and DOES IT WORK) but I think she is full of life and lots of fun!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rvf9iLiaF4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/LuBCVpjAGQU/s1600-h/Sydney+fingerpainting+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rvf9iLiaF4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/LuBCVpjAGQU/s320/Sydney+fingerpainting+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113834665556973442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rvf9xLiaF5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/lLNyAukUyqA/s1600-h/Sydney+fingerpainting+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rvf9xLiaF5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/lLNyAukUyqA/s200/Sydney+fingerpainting+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113834923255011218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-229657351930491985?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/229657351930491985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=229657351930491985' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/229657351930491985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/229657351930491985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/09/sydneys-craft.html' title='Sydney&apos;s Craft'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rvf9iLiaF4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/LuBCVpjAGQU/s72-c/Sydney+fingerpainting+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-6822682989571927260</id><published>2007-09-18T23:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T00:00:20.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new happenings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-a9.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=576460752315743657&amp;amp;site=widget-a9.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=576460752315743657&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a9.slide.com/p1/576460752315743657/bb_t013_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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She had her first day of dance several weeks ago and she wanted a tutu made. So here she was ready for her next week of class. To cute! &lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RvCuQZ4EdBI/AAAAAAAAAGg/gJLjdJ0ktWY/s1600-h/September+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111777173912712210 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RvCuQZ4EdBI/AAAAAAAAAGg/gJLjdJ0ktWY/s320/September+019.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; This is how the whole shibang started off. Like I have said we are not watching our kids, Sydney takes care of Sydney and Kenady well she gets eaten by ants...poor girl she didnt even cry! Check out her leg. &lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RvCt7J4EdAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/yUlcfN4VzFQ/s1600-h/September+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111776808840492034 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RvCt7J4EdAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/yUlcfN4VzFQ/s320/September+014.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Where to begin, where to begin. First off I have not even been able to look at other peoples blogs so I decided to take the rest of the night off and blog surf, update, and download pictures from the past month. It feels like time has been at a stand still the last month and I dont know where it has gone, I am still running in circles! We have done quite a lot but am sad to report that hardly any of it has been to our house! When I finally get pictures posted you really are going to say I must just run in circles, who is this wonderwoman! Hehee, just kidding, I do run the circles and Dallas seems to be able to get things done in leaps and bounds. Which is why he is in sleeping (he is putting Sydney to bed) while Sydney has a tea party instead of getting to bed like she is supposed to be! So, what do you ask, have we been up too. Dah Da Dum! I finished and produced &lt;STRONG&gt;a bow maker&lt;/STRONG&gt; first and foremost. It is probably the coolest thing that I have ever seen, no really I am not kidding. For all of you that have little girls, are trying to keep with the fashions, want bows for your presents, etc. etc. but can not seem to make the perfect bow, I found the solution. It is so cool. You need the &lt;STRONG&gt;"El Bow Maker" &lt;/STRONG&gt;some ribbon, thread and a needle. That is it! It is amazing. You make perfectly looped and proportioned bows every time in a minute or less. Then you can embelish the bows as you would like too. You will love it. I rethought the design, worked with an amazing designer who put my thoughts together and made it work, I am in the process of talking to lawywers and had it at the fair last week (the last day) where I sold two! Yahoo. That was a lot to be created in a matter of a few weeks(for the fair), thanks SAM! Which brings me to my next happening, I have been preparing for the fair. I had nothing, not one thing ready for a fair, expo, etc (for the vinyl lettering). So I spent the last two weeks gathering boards, creating lettering, putting together a sample book, ordering supplies, making hair bows, it was crazy, I think I made a lot more work for myself then I needed to but I loved the outcome, the fair was so much fun, it is great to see old freinds and be back "home" and great to eat funnel cake after navajo taco, after funnel cake after funnel cake. If you havent tried them you ought too! They are so good with blueberries or a little bit of powdered sugar and cinnamon. &lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RvCurZ4EdCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/yfurWXz9rbY/s1600-h/September+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111777637769180194 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RvCurZ4EdCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/yfurWXz9rbY/s320/September+055.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RvCvU54EdDI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gTsRquMut1w/s1600-h/September+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111778350733751346 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RvCvU54EdDI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gTsRquMut1w/s320/September+076.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; This is how we kept Kenady contained. &lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RvCvt54EdEI/AAAAAAAAAG4/KpHSHL1WCSY/s1600-h/September+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111778780230480962 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RvCvt54EdEI/AAAAAAAAAG4/KpHSHL1WCSY/s320/September+078.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; So needless to say all the work paid off, I now have all of the info to throw vinyl parties (for those of you who are interested, you do get free vinyl), start a new page on my website for the " &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;El Bow Maker&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;" and bows. So in the end I think it was worth it. And moving on...even more exciting then all of that, my little brother Cord had his farewell this weekend. It was so much fun. It was awesome to get to spend time with them and I had a lot of FUN with my little brothers. Jason and the fam came over Saturday and we got to spend time with them, Cord had the most awesome talk, he is going to be a great missionary! He was set apart at 7:00 p.m. Sunday night and I am really glad it was so late because we were all able to spend the day togehter with nothing to do but talk, eat, and talk. &lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RvCxOZ4EdHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/D7ZHjdRcmUA/s1600-h/September+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111780438087857266 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RvCxOZ4EdHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/D7ZHjdRcmUA/s320/September+114.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; It was a lot of fun. His setting apart was really good. President Broadbent said a lot of neat things. One of them was how blessed his family would be here at home, such a neat thing and I am happy that my family will have double the blessings, Tyson has his papers and will be putting them in soon! Everyone is growing up! My mom, dad, and Cord left to the MTC on Monday and he goes in to the MTC Wednesday at 1:00 p.m. He is really excited! &lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RvCylp4EdKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/R6brDLfvrPw/s1600-h/September+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111781937031443618 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RvCylp4EdKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/R6brDLfvrPw/s320/September+126.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; My poor kiddos, they have been so neglected. Who knew the T.V. could do such a good job raising kids. You should try it out sometime. :) Luckily they have great cousins and Uncles who took them to play! I loved being home but was excited for the fair to be over so that I could come home, relax and play with the kids...only I forgot that I had two Super Saturday orders that HAVE to go out this week, so still no time for the kids. I am going to get there sometime, I just know it. On a good note, I actually got my house semi cleaned today. I am so impressed with all of you who can multitask, always have a clean home, spiffed up kids, and a happy husband I think I just might be failing at all three at the moment! All in good time, all in good time! This is a long one I know. Thanks for staying tuned. I will have to do better at this. Now on to check out your blogs! Thanks for being my friends. I hope to see you all soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-2905324525153468516?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2905324525153468516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=2905324525153468516' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/2905324525153468516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/2905324525153468516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-it-has-been-awhile.html' title='So it has been awhile...'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RvCuQZ4EdBI/AAAAAAAAAGg/gJLjdJ0ktWY/s72-c/September+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-2817613118935029307</id><published>2007-08-25T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T00:45:38.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one more thing</title><content type='html'>I am glad I finally got some new posts on here and the house will come soon. But with my last post I started thinking, "Okay really this is probably what scrapbooking is all about". I love making cards but had a hard time pulling out all my material and worrying that I would wreck the pictures (Even with that mentality I still went out and bought a sizzix, colluzle, and lots of embellishments, sometimes you have to wonder about me). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been thinking a lot about digital scrapbooking. I just got illustrator for creativecustomlettering and think I have heard you can use that to digital scrap, I don't know how does anyone else. Secondly, if you do use an open program like that, where do you get all the cute background and embellishments? Third, what do I do once I have digitally scrapped them, anyone know? I need some help here. I think I would like to do both the blog and still scrap too. I just need to start because I have five years of pictures to do! Any help would be awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-2817613118935029307?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2817613118935029307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=2817613118935029307' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/2817613118935029307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/2817613118935029307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-one-more-thing.html' title='Just one more thing'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-1548544179009076591</id><published>2007-08-25T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:53:13.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the Life of Jaymi, Sydney and Kenady</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rs_YR7qOC4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/c5Zpkof7m2U/s1600-h/August+17+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rs_YR7qOC4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/c5Zpkof7m2U/s320/August+17+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102534705418210178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this was a wonderful day at our house...really it was quite a lot of fun. Sydney you like to do your makeup when I do mine so she was sitting in with me when I got ready and then after we put the makeup away I went off to do something else. I came back 5 minutes later and Kenady and Sydney had turned into lions. Sydney was a lion for Halloween last year and she enjoyed it so much she just wanted to try again :)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose most of the day was uneventful, we did some cleaning, took naps and let Kenady eat her first finger foods, black beans, lettuce, cheese, and more black beans. She LOVED it! It was so cute, this girl, can not get enough! You are too cute Kenady, I love feeding you, when you want more you either crinkle up your upper lip and start breathing in and out through your nose (making a sniffing sound) or you yell at us (grunt) to let us know you are in need of more...especially when you need a drink. We love you. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rs_ZsLqOC5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/BIPj7ryMVho/s1600-h/August+17+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rs_ZsLqOC5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/BIPj7ryMVho/s320/August+17+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102536255901404050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner it was off to the bath for both Kenady and Sydney...of course.  Guess what I did...left to get the camera when I saw just how cute Kenady looked...argh. Sydney was making her into a lion, once again. Oh to be the younger sister but I dont think Sydney will be bigger for to much longer. Kenady is just growing like a weed and I think Sydney is going to be a short little character, just like my Grandma Despain.  Five foot nothing...well not quite but on the shorter end, hah just like me I suppose! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rs_a9rqOC6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/SVMDUKulXcA/s1600-h/August+17+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rs_a9rqOC6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/SVMDUKulXcA/s320/August+17+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102537656060742562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun day. Kids are so much fun, now am I ever going to get a babysitter so Dallas and I can have some alone fun too :) Maybe that should be my next project.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-1548544179009076591?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/1548544179009076591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=1548544179009076591' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/1548544179009076591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/1548544179009076591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-in-life-of-jaymi-sydney-and-kenady.html' title='A day in the Life of Jaymi, Sydney and Kenady'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rs_YR7qOC4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/c5Zpkof7m2U/s72-c/August+17+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-6119562493375938020</id><published>2007-08-24T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:53:13.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dallas Final Test.....BOARDS</title><content type='html'>Dallas has studied long and hard for his boards. That is all he does all day for the last two months...lucky for us they have let him study all day every day at work, so we still get him for part of the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His test was Wednesday, August 1st. We went down the night before and stayed at a hotel. It was SO much fun to get away, eat out, stay in a hotel, eat their breakfast buffet (which really was quite good) swim and leave without making any beds. It was only for one night, and just the second time that Sydney has been in a hotel (first for Kenady....how lame) and I think her and I loved it the most. Kenady you are so laid back that you like it either way! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rs_TzrqOC1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/S2M2emBmCJU/s1600-h/IMG_0467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rs_TzrqOC1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/S2M2emBmCJU/s320/IMG_0467.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102529787680656210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Subway for lunch and dropped Dallas off to take his test. Right across the street was AZ Mills Mall and so I decided that was as good of place as any to wast six hours. Luckily both of you fell asleep in the three minuted drive it took to get there and I was able to read Eclipse for close to an hour in the car...I would turn it on to get the car cold...then I would roll down the windows when it got to hot, finally when it was unbearable I would roll up the windows and start all over again. Kenady you woke up and so I played with you (and read) until Sydney woke up...the same time I finished Eclipse. When you get old enough to want to read novels, I will have them ready for you. They are SO GOOD! Remember your mom has great taste, I know you will love them :) heheee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So into the mall we went and Sydney had to stop at the rainforest cafe to take a picture with the frog and watch the snake and crocidile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rs_VO7qOC2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/l-w3Rczhh9U/s1600-h/rainforest+cafe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rs_VO7qOC2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/l-w3Rczhh9U/s320/rainforest+cafe.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102531355343719266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shopping excursion was mostly about Sydney. We didn't have an agenda, we started at the Rain Forest Cafe and hit every kid store all the way around. First stop, the bathroom of course, then onto the carousel, the IMAX, and then finally the crabs. Kenady and Sydney you both loved the crabs, you dint want to touch them, of course. Then to payless to find ballet and tap shoes and then to the hair salon to get Sydneys first hair cut. It is VERY Cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rs_WGbqOC3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/J4p7NMjkntM/s1600-h/Syd+first+haircut.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rs_WGbqOC3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/J4p7NMjkntM/s320/Syd+first+haircut.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102532308826458994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was off to the pest store and finally to the Gap, yeah, mom got her first credit card...but oddly enough all of the clothes were for Sydney and Kenady. By then we were pretty wiped and Sydney made a few friends so we sat and played. Then off again, to find a stroller but Burlington did not have a double stroller in stock (which I went and bought that next week and has yet to be used). I was more than done, Sydney tired and hungry and Kenady bored...When Dallas called to say he was finished. Saved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt good about his test (two weeks later he did really great, passed, and is finally a licensed DPT after taking the test only once!). We headed back to good ol Globe for another day of work and fun :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-6119562493375938020?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/6119562493375938020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=6119562493375938020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/6119562493375938020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/6119562493375938020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/08/dallas-final-testboards.html' title='Dallas Final Test.....BOARDS'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rs_TzrqOC1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/S2M2emBmCJU/s72-c/IMG_0467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-6295342280070726286</id><published>2007-08-24T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T23:52:01.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making your blogs into books</title><content type='html'>I saw that you can make your blogs into books. How fun. I can't wait to have our "journals" on our shelves! This is too great. I always wanted to have journals with pictures in them. So everyone now that I realized this I may get a little sappy at times. I do want my kids and husband to know how much I love them every now and then and I am going to back track a little to our beginnings of Globe AZ! Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-6295342280070726286?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/6295342280070726286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=6295342280070726286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/6295342280070726286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/6295342280070726286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/08/making-your-blogs-into-books.html' title='Making your blogs into books'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-8488005884871500136</id><published>2007-08-16T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T00:24:21.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my Scary Lary!</title><content type='html'>Tonight was a little scary for me and quite a reality check. Often times I don't realize how potentate my role as a mother should be and how important it is. Not that I don't enjoy almost every second of it and love what I do...what I mean is that I think sometimes I get to laid back and lackadaisical and my mind frame is don't worry, everything just works out. Tonight was one of those nights to help me put things into perspective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been doing so much work, sun up to sun down. I have tried to play with the kids but am failing miserably :) so I decided to go in and give the kids a bath and pay some attention to them (after dinner, we ate on our new lawn tonight)while Dallas stayed outside and worked more on the yard. I put the kiddos in the bath and scurried into my room to grab something and decided while I was at it I would turn the computer on so I could check my emails.....da da dum. Seriously what was I thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually don't know what happened or why I ran, but thank goodness for the spirit and that Heavenly Father wanted/allowed little Kenady to still grace our presence because the next thing I knew I was in the bathroom. Kenady was under the water and gulping for breath. I grabbed her out and she just went limp onto my chest, it was very scary. She was blue, her whole body seemed to be swollen with water and she couldn't breath. I was petrified. I ran out the back door yelling for Dallas and he threw her over his knee and tried to pat the water out of her lungs. All the while she was never unconscious (I don't think) Finally Dallas got the water out of her lungs and she started breathing...but wanted nothing more than to sleep. She seemed to be confused and uncomfortable. After about a half hour she started to babble a little bit and would crawl around. A few hours later I finally feel brave enough to put her to bed but I have been checking on her every few minutes and plan to bring her into my room when all the lights go down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ever leave your kids in the bath! The one regretful thing....this is something that I can prevent and luckily, something that turned out okay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure appreciate their little laughter, their smiles and their touch. I am so grateful Heavenly Father allowed these little spirit children into our home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-8488005884871500136?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/8488005884871500136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=8488005884871500136' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/8488005884871500136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/8488005884871500136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-my-scary-lary.html' title='Oh my Scary Lary!'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-1969526138884986331</id><published>2007-08-06T00:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T00:20:08.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A great weekend</title><content type='html'>I totally brought my camera but then didnt take it out for anything. This weekend was awesome. So much fun to be closer to home. Saturday morning we headed to Snowflake to go through the temple with my brother, Cord. First we got to visit with Shanda and Jason and they got babysitters for all four of the kids (this was Kenady's first time to be babysat, crazy as that is!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temple was so awesome. It was super full. There was another missionary and two girls going through for the first time, getting married the next weekend (I think). It was so neat to be there with Cord and my family and I enjoyed the spirit. There is nothing like the temple, and family and being at the temple with family. I am so proud of my little brothers they are the coolest people ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I headed to St. Johns through pouring, did I say pouring, I mean pelting, flooding, washing rain. It was so cool! As soon as we got into town Dallas to me to Julie's twilight prom I jumped out in the parking lot and into a lake of water up to my ankles, nice nice. The prom was SO MUCH fun cant thank Julie, Kirstin, and Monica enough for such a good time. You will have to check out Julies website I will tell her to put some pictures on. I loved, loved, loved it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we headed to 5th ward to find everything in disarray. It was nice though, we finally were not late to church, okay so we were but they were late getting started.  Upon starting the meeting we found out just how much the moisture had done for us.....there is flooding everywhere! The whole morning had been spent moving people/things out of their houses due to the rain. How sad for those people who are having to move out, but it was really neat to see all of the support, service, and help that was being done. About a third of the ward was at church the other 2/3 had already been informed of the need for assistance and were out moving, cleaning, whatever they could do. The Bishop said they were only having sacrament today due to the need for service. He also said that down at the city yard people were going to bag sand because there was supposed to be another storm of equal intensity and they were trying to get people ready for the next wave of storms. It was neat to see how much service was being done, and how much the people care about eachother! Keep praying for rain, just not in your house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-1969526138884986331?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/1969526138884986331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=1969526138884986331' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/1969526138884986331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/1969526138884986331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/08/great-weekend.html' title='A great weekend'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-3865845678987221659</id><published>2007-08-05T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T23:45:05.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our last few months have been so much fun and gone by so fast. Here are a few pictures of our escapades. Now that we are moved and sedentary, in all ways, we might get back to normal schedules! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-f9.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=648518346345070329&amp;amp;site=widget-f9.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=648518346345070329&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f9.slide.com/p1/648518346345070329/bb_t043_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=648518346345070329&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f9.slide.com/p2/648518346345070329/bb_t043_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-3865845678987221659?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/3865845678987221659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=3865845678987221659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/3865845678987221659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/3865845678987221659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-3071309023109258715</id><published>2007-07-27T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T09:25:42.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been tagged!</title><content type='html'>Okay so there are other things that I should be writing about, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt; crawls all over the place now, she has conversations with us (mostly just grunting back and forth to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; but to her we are bonding :)), she pulls herself up onto her feet, and she almost has six teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney has a mosquito bite on her head and she said, "mom, check out my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;polk&lt;/span&gt; a dots, do you have any, why do we have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;polk&lt;/span&gt; a dots on our head?". I was cracking up. She is dying to have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; to play with her. The mention of the word &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; and she gets so excited. She is starting tap/dance/gymnastic in a week and is overjoyed. It is going to be so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallas is mostly studying right now while he is at work, but loves what he does.  He is stressing over the tests, he says they are so objective and the more he takes the practice tests the worse it gets (not really).  He takes the first part today and the next on Wed. then he will be official and so glad his testing is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I got that out of the way. I still have so much to type about my camera is back just need to figure out how to download. I need my sister to change my layout, and I need to write about the 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, were I did not get many pictures :). but for now I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;taggin&lt;/span&gt; it, seven random things. So later I will give yet more promised pictures. Okay do you even care...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;heheee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt; what to write, I feel like an open book as it is. I love style, I am not so much in style, in fact things like sunglasses embarrass me but I love window shopping, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; surfing, and buying and then usually taking things back. Thanks to Tia, I bought my first pair of jeans, that are actually cute, not the "I really need some jeans that fit me, are on sale, and look okay" kind of jeans, but the kind you want to wear everyday and are sad that it is summer because it is way to hot kind of jeans.  I do have to say I am not so excited that feathered bangs are coming back in, dang it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love vacations, anywhere, anytime, which I am sure is like just about anyone....but ironic because we have not done more than going to the mountains for five years, really since our honeymoon.  I guess that is what school does for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In the last year we have lived in six &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; houses, most people ask if we are in the army or something similar to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love candy, I know most of you know that! But I am not the usual chocoholic, like most I know that are as in love with sweets as I am (I watched Dr. O on Oprah and do have to admit it made me not like candy as much but that will last about a week). I love circus peanuts, and bottle caps, lemon heads, and the sticks from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lik&lt;/span&gt;-a-stick packages. The reason I have gone into the dentist for each of my teeth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; two times. Why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; my parents ever scold me for waisting so much of their money on dentist bills, I will never know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love cooking, I love whole foods and homemade bread, knowing that I have made a balanced meal for my family, sneaking pureed vegetables into Sydney and Dallas' food. I suppose it is a guilty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;conscience&lt;/span&gt; from all those sweets I also get in! Sydney is just like me with sweets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I can't read enough and have to postpone a new book when I need to get something done. My house goes to heck, my kids are raised off movies, and we do take out when I get into a new book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Last but not least.....well let me think for a minute. I suppose, that is all I can come up with. How about if you are still reading, you leave me my seventh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;tid&lt;/span&gt; bit of info! I really need to come into me, and find out who I am...I know. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hehee&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-3071309023109258715?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/3071309023109258715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=3071309023109258715' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/3071309023109258715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/3071309023109258715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-been-tagged.html' title='I have been tagged!'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-8209478943569074968</id><published>2007-07-13T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:53:15.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Poll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay everyone I need your help. I really want to grow my hair long because I like long hair but I am pretty sure Dallas secretly likes my hair short and I had two good friends tell me they like short hair the best too. So I am caught in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt;, to cut my hair or not too. Big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt; hard to have my life I know. So can you help me out. Vote. Tell me which is better on me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; worry either way it is still may hair short or long :) so I want the honest answers...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hehee&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have many pictures of me. This is all I could come up with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rpez-RhppFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/hiSRYbHhhBo/s1600-h/100-0019_IMG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086732186576069714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rpez-RhppFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/hiSRYbHhhBo/s320/100-0019_IMG.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RpezYBhppEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/netKRkM-ywc/s1600-h/IM000014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086731529446073410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RpezYBhppEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/netKRkM-ywc/s320/IM000014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RpezIxhppDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/aTlSOY-9tw4/s1600-h/IM000013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086731267453068338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RpezIxhppDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/aTlSOY-9tw4/s320/IM000013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RpeyxxhppCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/QIwxd_AnzeY/s1600-h/IM000012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-8209478943569074968?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/8209478943569074968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=8209478943569074968' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/8209478943569074968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/8209478943569074968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/07/hair-poll.html' title='Hair Poll'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rpez-RhppFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/hiSRYbHhhBo/s72-c/100-0019_IMG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-2394344840663397280</id><published>2007-07-13T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T09:53:04.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are home and all is well</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like tomorrow I will have my camera battery and I can download pictures and get some on here and start taking pictures of my kids and house. They are all changing so much! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hehhee&lt;/span&gt;. How do you put kids and house all into one category!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to write with an update and say sorry that I am not yet posting to other peoples sites. I am a LOSER I know. We are trying so hard to get things moved in and make a house a home. I have single &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;handedly&lt;/span&gt; :) painted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sydneys&lt;/span&gt; room and the kitchen but still have the rest of the house to go. Dallas was going to rent some heavy machinery to clean up our yard because right now it looks like a cactus garden but we found out that it would cost us close to $1,000.00 for just two days worth of rental so now he is doing it all on his own. He has the side yard done and ready for our above ground pool and about half of it is ready for grass. Just a little at a time but it is starting to come together. I wish I could take before and after pictures but the after will probably take longer then I would wish for it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls are stinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt; always making me laugh. After being around some good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; last weekend I decided to pay more attention to my kids and have good quality and quantity time with them. So one day for them and then one day for work! I think it has been a great idea for me. By doing this I noticed that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt; is crawling now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hehee&lt;/span&gt; okay I am not that bad really but she is moving. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hasn't&lt;/span&gt; done more then a few crawls but she understand that she needs to do something and after a few she does an army move or two and gets where she needs to. She is turning into a natural man/girl.  She now is prideful! She found the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wind chimes&lt;/span&gt; outside and realized that she could shake them and she was PROUD, PROUD, PROUD. She shakes her head at us and makes us laugh and she feels PROUD, PROUD, PROUD. She take a few crawl steps and looks at us and smiles and she is PROUD, PROUD, PROUD. It is way to cute. She is a love of our lives. One other thing she absolutely loves food and is getting quite good at picking things up with her little fingers (not her whole fist and then stuffing it in her mouth). She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt; enjoys eating and it will always pacify her. She sounds just like her mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has her two bottom teeth, her two top teeth have come through and now two more in the top are coming through, poor girl. She is still rather happy. She goes to sleep on her own, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Binky&lt;/span&gt; and no help. It took about a week but the last few days she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hasn't&lt;/span&gt; cried at all. She is fun and cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney is eating better too, if that makes you feel any better. It does me :).  She is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt; as well.  A little six year old neighbor came over yesterday when we were working on the yard. She had a conversation with him for the full thirty minutes he was there. It was awesome. He would say, I have a big motorcycle and she would say that is so cool so does my dad. He would say I have a bicycle and she would say I do to let me show you. He would say I got a rattle snake and it went into my shirt and now it is sleeping in my bed and she would say. Oh those are too scary, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like snakes or scorpions. They will hurt you I thought for sure when he left she would be so sad. I was bracing myself for a crying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;frenzy&lt;/span&gt; but when he said it was time for him to go eat she said, that is a great idea. Come on mom, lets go make some dinner. She gave him a slap on the back and said come on over tomorrow.  She was SO happy to have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another funny story. She was trying to decide what she wanted for lunch. I gave her a few options so she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt; them over. She said I decided what I want, then she just sat there for a few minutes. She stuttered for awhile and then finally said mom talk. I said okay what should we talk about. She said no mom, I cant say it anymore give me ideas again for what I can have. So I told her and she stopped me when I got to corn dog and said yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; it. Corn dog. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt; mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall things are going really well. I did realize that I am lonely. I thought I was just mean and a little moody, to Dallas for no good reason. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; worry now I realize that I was just taking it out on him. :) I need to meet a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; and hopefully have some play dates so Sydney can have some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; too. I do love that my kids and husband are my best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; and it is fun to have people to talk to during the day and Sydney loves to be around other kids her age. She loves nursery now. It is nice to be close to the valley and St. Johns even if we haven't made it back that way in a month. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;heheee&lt;/span&gt;. Well I had better get some vinyl done while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt; is sleeping. Nice to be in a house! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-2394344840663397280?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2394344840663397280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=2394344840663397280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/2394344840663397280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/2394344840663397280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/07/we-are-home-and-all-is-well.html' title='We are home and all is well'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-849661076335295479</id><published>2007-07-02T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T07:38:44.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another Post...offfff</title><content type='html'>I know still no pictures and you wonder what we even look like now, how old our kids are, and just how fat we have gotten! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; worry as soon as I get my battery charger back from Omaha, NE I will post a few!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;settled&lt;/span&gt; but we are moved. I LOVE the yard and like the house. How is that for you? It is a nice little house and love the thought of decorating it. We will have to take before and afters. Not a wonderful decorator but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ralph&lt;/span&gt; Lauren paints has wonderful ideas and I think I just may copy most of them. It is an exciting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to say getting a home was a lot harder then we thought....we are here to be refined and this process has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; done just that. Are you kidding, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;plethora&lt;/span&gt; of money, that things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; just come, that real bills sometimes take most of a paycheck. That it takes more then a few thousand dollars to move into and stock a home? Needless to say a lot of the extra will be postponed for now and we will save up for those. WHICH I think is a lot of fun and really what it is all about. The anticipation and working/saving up for things makes the buying all the better right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will have to come and see it in a month or two, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sydney's&lt;/span&gt; room is too cute, in my mind! The yard will have grass, maybe a little pool, and even room for my vinyl work! I cant wait to start and I am sure once we are started we will anticipate the ending date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think I will be able to get on here again for a bit so Happy Fourth of July! I am so glad to be living here, to be in Globe, to be in this nation, to know where I am and where we are going (kinda) and for Heavenly Father and the plan! Great Gads were are my kids. I had better run. They may be on the street naked again....which reminds me. I will have to tell you more stories of Syd. She is all grown up and miss Drama queen! She tells me no, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think so all the time! What am I going to do! Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-849661076335295479?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/849661076335295479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=849661076335295479' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/849661076335295479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/849661076335295479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-another-postofffff.html' title='Just another Post...offfff'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-8100800642766350339</id><published>2007-06-19T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T16:32:23.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Happenings!</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been so long since I have posted. Truth be told Julie posted the last slide show for me so that I would have something on here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I had said once before on here I was really nervous to come home from our travels and stay in St. Johns for almost a month....oh first a back track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Utah at the end of April, went to Omaha for two weeks and had so much fun. I will try to post some pictures. Sydney had so many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; and really came out of her shell (the shell when she first meets people and is shy and clings to me). Dallas graduated there, it was a tremendous feeling, for me so I can only imagine what he felt! That was a lot of hard work and dedication. We are so proud of him. Of that huge graduating class he graduated as one of the top three. He works hard at everything he does and we are so thankful for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to St. Johns. So we got here and I have had the time of my life. I never had a problem being away (being lonesome or sad), and loved moving around but now that we have been in St. Johns for a month, I will be lonesome when we move away. I love waking up at 6:00-7:00 and having something to do. Taking the kids to the pool, letting them run around outside, and being with my family, and always hanging out with Julie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like tomorrow we will make our way down to Globe and I am a little sad. We have great family and hope to entice them there with lots of fun activities. I am grateful we are close to a lake, that just might get them there! Anyone is welcome to come down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-8100800642766350339?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/8100800642766350339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=8100800642766350339' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/8100800642766350339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/8100800642766350339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-happenings.html' title='New Happenings!'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-4291911172586101682</id><published>2007-05-30T21:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T21:35:27.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-f1.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=288230376160635121&amp;amp;site=widget-f1.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:345px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;amp;tt=21&amp;amp;sk=144115188191120198&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=288230376160635121&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f1.slide.com/p1/288230376160635121/bb_t021_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;amp;tt=21&amp;amp;sk=144115188191120198&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=288230376160635121&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f1.slide.com/p2/288230376160635121/bb_t021_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-4291911172586101682?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/4291911172586101682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=4291911172586101682' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/4291911172586101682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/4291911172586101682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/05/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun!'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-4743445545197442682</id><published>2007-05-06T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T20:10:37.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These are the days!</title><content type='html'>Hello to all! It has been awhile and quite a lot has happened. I am not home to write in journals so I suppose this is a great way to get it all down in writing, at least it is recorded somewhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks (Thursday) ago Kenady got her first tooth (bottom) and a few days later she got the second bottom tooth. We had just traveled from Sandy, UT to St. Johns and she started to get fussy. She had a hard time going to sleep and even harder time staying on a schedule. I just figured it was because of the move, I didn't even notice the first tooth popping through until my mom pointed it out to me! We gave her a few teething tablets and a drop of Tylenol and she was good to go! We love her toothy grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last Thursday she really sat by herself! Not the prop her up on her arms, let her sit for five seconds and call it good type of sit a real sit!  We sat her up and she started to lean over and put her weight on her hands and then she pulled up her hands and sat straight up for a good minute. I wouldn't say she has mastered it but I can write it in her baby books! I wish I had pictures, I just got a new camera but have no place to download them so I guess the pictures will have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now onto our life. It has been a whirlwind. I still wake up and think okay to day I need to get to the mall, and set up a doctors appointment for Sydney and go see Julie and my mom and realize I am not in Sandy, UT or St. Johns! We are in Omaha, NE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Sandy, Ut May 21st and headed back to good 'ol AZ. We got to St. Johns and headed to Globe the very next day to look for a home. We had some great luck, or so we thought. Long story short it wasn't meant to be so we are still looking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back to St. Johns where I had to do vinyl for the full week, love the work, love the money, but sometimes hate the job (the have to part). Finally got all orders completed and it was time to leave St. Johns and headed to the valley so we could take a plane trip to Omaha, NE. Sydney was SO excited. First stop was to see her cousin/friend, Kedzie Wilhelm. She has talked about her almost daily for the last three months and was very excited to see her. She had Kedzie stay the night with her and they didn't got to bed until about 11:30, she was so tired the next day she didn't even get to stay awake for her much anticipated plane ride. She woke up at the very end and threw a HUGE fit when she had to put her seat belt back on for the descending part of the flight (is that how you word it).  Wow, I hope everyone on that plane had kids, or they were really rolling their eyes. What do you do, there is only so much you can do in a public setting, and Sydney has figured it out, plus she was REALLY tired. But we all made it to the ground and in one piece, I guess the pilots weren't to distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we are in Omaha, NE.  Friends of ours let us stay in there house while they are away doing an externship.  I forgot how much I love this place, and love the town homes that we lived in.  A lot of our friends moved with us but even still it has been so great to see remaining friends and we have made some fast friends too.   When you are all doing the same thing (at the same stages) I suppose it is probably pretty easy to make friends/have a lot in common.  Sydney LOVES being able to walk out the door at 8:00 a.m. and find friends riding up and down the walk. She loves  eating pb and honey sandwiches with her friends at the park and it is easy to get her to go to bed when she knows that upon waking up she gets to do it all over again. I love always having someone to talk to, and not accomplishing much, unless you call a great sun tan work (which is not good for you I know). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a nice little vacation for us, and it will be hard to leave again, but exciting to be moving on to a new stage. Dallas graduates this Saturday with activities leading up the the final event. It is fun to be able to get dressed up and we are really proud of Dallas for doing so well in his class. I hope our kids get his good mind.  I haven't owned a dress in years but am going to buy one for one of his events. If I can find them I will post pictures on here so you can help me decide which one I should get! I like them both and need some help! SO EXCITING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we get home we will still need to find a house, and that is getting harder to do in Globe, it will happen, but who knows when :).  It's a little crazy to be going back to AZ without a home but we have good family that puts up with us, so at least we have a place to stay and a roof over our heads! Well I think I am off. Sorry I don't have pictures. I will post them as soon as I can and take a lot of new ones in the mean time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-4743445545197442682?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/4743445545197442682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=4743445545197442682' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/4743445545197442682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/4743445545197442682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/05/these-are-days.html' title='These are the days!'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-2119635318973031045</id><published>2007-04-17T22:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T22:24:43.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>------------&lt;br /&gt;On another less egocentric note. My thoughts and prayers go out to the people that are in or around Virgina Tech and for their loss. We are one nation under God, right now that is a comforting thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-2119635318973031045?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2119635318973031045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=2119635318973031045' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/2119635318973031045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/2119635318973031045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/04/on-another-less-egocentric-note.html' title=''/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-4720385745724282193</id><published>2007-04-17T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T22:24:21.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change, am I who I think!</title><content type='html'>Can you believe it, we are finally finished with our schooling and moving back to Arizona. We are in the process of buying a house and have accomplished our long proclaimed goal, to be back! It is exciting, it is fun, it is new, and it is scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell you I have had tremendous anxiety over it the last few days, preceding these last few days I have been elated. I love the house, almost wish it was my final home (who am I to say that, I haven't even seen it expect through a camera's lens), and if all the numbers work out right hope that we will soon have it! I really love the people that we met and am very excited that Dallas and his boss like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; so much, and have such a good time together. I love being closer to family and can not wait to have them over to boat, camp, hike, play, whatever it may be. I am happy that I get to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; sub in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bunko&lt;/span&gt; group; if not a regular (if I decide Mesa is to much of a hike when remodeling  a home, taking care of two little ones, and getting dinner on the table.). I can't wait to be out of my dungeon and out in full sun! I can not wait to have Dallas home at a regular and routine hour (but we may hate that he doesn't get Spring Break, early release, etc). I am so happy to have an income, even though I realize that our bills will triple! This is a day we have worked for, for a long time and it is exciting, dang it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a secret, don't tell anyone, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; want anyone to know how childish I am! The last few days I have been having silly dreams that I get left behind or forgotten, like my friends all do a float for the 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; but they forget to invite me! I am a grown individual shouldn't I have gotten over that say like during high school or even third grade! Why in the world would that matter, who really cares, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be like they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; like me, and if they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; would it matter (I have awesome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;, just so you all know, this is just crazy me!). Oh the craziness, oh how silly, and a little insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think with all this moving around I would be used to it by now, I guess in the constancy of a new home there is still a lot of change going on, and I suppose that can be a little intimidating. So I need to think of all the great things, count my many blessing see what God has done and it will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; me what the Lord has done...in saying that I know that His hand has been in all that we have done, I have felt it many of times.  So soon I will be leaping with joy because we are done moving around, then I will be hating all the work, wondering if our home/lives will ever be finished and in order, and finally I will be sipping hot chocolate reading Stephanie Meyers third book and wondering why it feels like a decade ago that we were in Omaha just starting Dallas' DPT school! I love blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-4720385745724282193?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/4720385745724282193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=4720385745724282193' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/4720385745724282193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/4720385745724282193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/04/change-am-i-who-i-think.html' title='Change, am I who I think!'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-8009717953609887996</id><published>2007-04-11T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T15:27:02.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Weekend</title><content type='html'>I tried to get all of my pictures to download so that I could write about Easter weekend and the upcoming events but something is wrong, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; I can write and post later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday morning at 4:00 a.m. I got Sydney and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt; up and packed them into the car. We had to take Dallas to the airport, he was going to AZ to look for a house.  We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have enough funds for all of us to go so we had to trust in his good judgment and of course the trusty video camera to decide on a new home, YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I watched six kids and told E and Misti to go on a date with their husbands. I thought it would be SO easy, I forgot 4 kids under two doest make for an organized outing. All we could do was play in the back yard, eat pizza, which really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; happen no one would stay still for long enough to eat and finally watch a movie of course I could eat, so as I was munching away I felt a crunch and half a molar fell out of my mouth! Thank goodness one of the couples (husband) is a dentist! When he came back we set up a time Saturday to take a look at the tooth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most people know I was a day late and a dollar short for the Easter Egg hunt Saturday morning. I thought the park was 5 minutes away but it was more like 15. Well we missed that one so I headed to the next one, grabbed Sydney and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt; (I had no diapers or anything, thank goodness there were no blowouts) and ran through the gate to the end of the Easter egg hunt. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; realize there was someone trailing me, trying to tell me I was at the wrong gate. There was a line about a block long to get into the park and I had come around back and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;snuck&lt;/span&gt; in (TOTALLY Accident, I was lost). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;At least&lt;/span&gt; Syd got to participate. Then we went to stand in line and pay and a lady came and gave us a ticket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we checked on the good old tooth and that will cost me my lives savings (just kidding he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; and giving me a great deal) I will get a crown or root canal! Well we went home and Syd and I started decorating Easter Egg cookies. In the middle of it Syd had to use the rest room and came back with no undies. We kept on icing cookies, when we were finished and moving on to coloring eggs I told her she needed to get her undies back on. I could tell she was thinking about something but was happy she actually wanted to were underwear so out I went to get them.  I came back home and she was shoveling in candy, she had hopped on the counter and was chomping as fast as she could! NEEDLESS TO SAY, she now knows how to manipulate.  I was cracking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I actually got both girls and I ready in time to be at church at 9:00 a.m. Afterwards we left a cookie, carrots, and water out for the Easter bunny and headed off to pick up Dallas at the airport. It was great to have him back and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sy&lt;/span&gt; was excited to see her dad, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; wait to get home to see the Easter Bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home, she opened up every candy wrapper, I tried not to give her much, but she still opened all that she had, not to eat it, just to see what color it was, she did have her fair share of candy! We bombed on our Easter picnic and opted for frozen pizza &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;instead&lt;/span&gt;, it was cold outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;disfunctional&lt;/span&gt; and a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really quickly we are putting an offer on a house. It is old, but has a lot of potential and will allow me to have another room for my little vinyl business. We are really excited about it, and what we can do with it! We'll see how it goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-8009717953609887996?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/8009717953609887996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=8009717953609887996' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/8009717953609887996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/8009717953609887996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter-weekend.html' title='Easter Weekend'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-1168932808230409458</id><published>2007-04-11T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:53:15.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenady can roll</title><content type='html'>This last Thursday, April 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt; purposely rolled over. Now she won't stop it is so funny! She is such a house, it makes it easy.  When she throws her feet to one side it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;propels&lt;/span&gt; her onto her side.  Then she gracefully rolls her face into the ground and throws out her arms. This is a picture of her just after she has thrown out her arms.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rh1aosMIxSI/AAAAAAAAAE4/yjel3Tj47SA/s1600-h/IMG_0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052294012082898210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rh1aosMIxSI/AAAAAAAAAE4/yjel3Tj47SA/s320/IMG_0270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-1168932808230409458?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/1168932808230409458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=1168932808230409458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/1168932808230409458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/1168932808230409458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/04/kenady-can-roll.html' title='Kenady can roll'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rh1aosMIxSI/AAAAAAAAAE4/yjel3Tj47SA/s72-c/IMG_0270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-3128586221818512047</id><published>2007-04-11T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:53:16.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rh1WYcMIxRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/4UB8_7ZqlvM/s1600-h/IMG_0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052289334863512850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rh1WYcMIxRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/4UB8_7ZqlvM/s320/IMG_0264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cord and Sydney had a love hate relationship! She loved playing with him and he was the biggest tease. One morning we were up and she wanted something from the kitchen (the boys were still sleeping). I told her to go and get it and she said Uncle Cord gets me, no mom no. Uncle Cord gets me! She was sad to see them leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we were at our apartment we often played a video game that Dallas gave me for Christmas. One of the many was a racing game. Cord and Ty kicked our trash but it was fun trying! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rh1VBsMIxNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OZV5RIXVBaI/s1600-h/IMG_0234a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052287844509861074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rh1VBsMIxNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OZV5RIXVBaI/s320/IMG_0234a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved them being here. I was able to cook without Sydney at my feet, and clean without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt; at my hip (not that I got a lot done). We can't wait to be closer. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052288063553193186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rh1VOcMIxOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NFoi-w0KaOY/s320/cord+and+kids.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rh1VdsMIxPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/PyYdkO14kuw/s1600-h/IMG_0217b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052288325546198258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rh1VdsMIxPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/PyYdkO14kuw/s320/IMG_0217b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, and the boys took Sydney so I could go with Dallas and see him at his best. He has learned how to make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;orthodics&lt;/span&gt; and was making me a pair. That is going to be his little side business when we get all set up! If anyone needs some, he is great! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was at the Joseph Smith building. The movie was awesome! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rh1Uj8MIxMI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZNf1iu0oZZE/s1600-h/IMG_0223a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052287333408752834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rh1Uj8MIxMI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZNf1iu0oZZE/s320/IMG_0223a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rh1V7sMIxQI/AAAAAAAAAEo/jLp3LQLH7hk/s1600-h/kenadys+smile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052288840942273794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rh1V7sMIxQI/AAAAAAAAAEo/jLp3LQLH7hk/s320/kenadys+smile.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyson could always get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt; to smile. She loved all the attention. I was talking to my mom and she asked is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt; was good, and I said yes most of the time. She said, "well dad said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt; was a really good baby, Cord said she cried all the time so I just wanted your input." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;! All in the eyes of the beholder right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were so excited to have family come and visit us. Especially over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;conference&lt;/span&gt; weekend! We loved every minute of it, not sure if they did because kids got sick and we spent a lot of time at our house, but it is always nice having family around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had tickets to the Saturday afternoon session so I went with Dad, Cord and Ty. We were really excited when we got there because we were able to get really good seats, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; it! Lo and behold we shortly thereafter found out that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;conference&lt;/span&gt; center was the overflow. They were dedicating the tabernacle! It was still really nice to be there, to see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;conference&lt;/span&gt; center and to feel the spirit! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dallas was there at the sessions end with two crying kids in tow. I called him as soon as I got out the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;conference&lt;/span&gt; doors and told him where I was, he said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Jaymi&lt;/span&gt; can you get over here quick, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know what to do with these kids. I said I will walk fast, he said, "run"! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Hehee&lt;/span&gt;. To have kids for more then 3 hours what a chore (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt; was hungry). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ty and Cord still got to go to Priesthood session so they did get to see a session live. I think they really liked that. We went out to eat a few times, we walked temple square, the boys got senior pictures, suits and scriptures and we hung out at our house. I loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-3128586221818512047?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/3128586221818512047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=3128586221818512047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/3128586221818512047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/3128586221818512047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/04/cord-and-sydney-had-love-hate.html' title='Conference Weekend'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rh1WYcMIxRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/4UB8_7ZqlvM/s72-c/IMG_0264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-5807850209256593769</id><published>2007-04-11T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:53:16.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rh1TusMIxLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qgYaY17MRe4/s1600-h/IMG_0210b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052286418580718770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rh1TusMIxLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qgYaY17MRe4/s200/IMG_0210b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sydney was patiently awaiting Dad, Ty and Cord's arrival. She was really excited. I came out of my room and couldnt find her anywhere. She had gone outside (yikes) to see if they were here yet and she saw that it was snowing! Atleast she had put on her hat and shoes :)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-5807850209256593769?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5807850209256593769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=5807850209256593769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/5807850209256593769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/5807850209256593769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/04/sydney-was-patiently-awaiting-dad-ty.html' title=''/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rh1TusMIxLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qgYaY17MRe4/s72-c/IMG_0210b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-460324875041406528</id><published>2007-04-11T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:53:16.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First hair cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rh1RCMMIxJI/AAAAAAAAADw/5kjF_uGKBBA/s1600-h/IMG_0203b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052283455053284498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rh1RCMMIxJI/AAAAAAAAADw/5kjF_uGKBBA/s200/IMG_0203b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenady had her first hair cut, so she would look spiffy for Dad, Ty and Cord, I got a little carried away. This was a first and probably a last for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rh1Q58MIxII/AAAAAAAAADo/a2orHI3LxZE/s1600-h/IMG_0202b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052283313319363714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rh1Q58MIxII/AAAAAAAAADo/a2orHI3LxZE/s200/IMG_0202b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You should have seen her mullet. Business in the front party in the back! Now she justs looks like a boy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-460324875041406528?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/460324875041406528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=460324875041406528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/460324875041406528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/460324875041406528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/04/first-hair-cut.html' title='First hair cut'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rh1RCMMIxJI/AAAAAAAAADw/5kjF_uGKBBA/s72-c/IMG_0203b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-1924255856069482467</id><published>2007-04-03T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T21:53:09.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All that life gives you!</title><content type='html'>Due to my deep thoughts...okay so I don't have many if any these days, I just cant help but feel grateful to be where I am, and to be so blessed in my life. I know the Lord has had a hand in all that I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of my friends just signed up to blog, and as I was reading their posts, I just feel so proud to be involved with so many great people. I just heard a quote saying, "Most people want to do good, most people want to lend a hand, they just are not sure how!"....you wonder how that fits in with my thoughts, well I am surrounded by those kind of people, and honestly just like that quote I think most generally people want to love, give, and help. That is what makes you feel good inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see different people growing, maturing(okay so I am not that but still), learning, and achieving,  just as it is meant to be, I am again so thankful that there is a plan for us. There is a reason we are here, and one of those reasons is to help and bless other people which I see all around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now we are seeing much heartache and pain, there are a lot of terribly tragedies both natural and man made (what is a better word) but where there is one force there is always the opposite! I just want to say thanks for all the inspiration and great people around me. For the people who continue to live for their dreams like Jay and Camille, for the people who overcome like Kristen, for the people who endure like Ammon, for people who love like Jaime, for people who are kind like Julie, for people who listen like Maryann, for people who are constant/persistent like Shanda and for everyone, all of you, that make up my life and make things balanced, make things better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-1924255856069482467?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/1924255856069482467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=1924255856069482467' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/1924255856069482467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/1924255856069482467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/04/all-that-life-gives-you.html' title='All that life gives you!'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-2510696222460250279</id><published>2007-04-02T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T11:44:34.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool's</title><content type='html'>My dirty sister played a great April fools joke on us, thanks to my brother Jason. She knew that my Dad and brothers were driving home from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conference&lt;/span&gt; yesterday and so she called me and asked if I knew where they were. I said probably about half way home and she said, "Well we can not get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ahold&lt;/span&gt; of them, we need to let them know that Jason is in the hospital with Shanda, they think he had a heart attack!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wowzer&lt;/span&gt;, I was scared! About a minute later she said April Fools! That dirty rat! I just talked to my brother this morning and he said that she called her in-laws, and told them the same thing and they all had great reactions. She will have to post it on here later! Okay I will write with pictures later on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;conference&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-2510696222460250279?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2510696222460250279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=2510696222460250279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/2510696222460250279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/2510696222460250279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/04/april-fools.html' title='April Fool&apos;s'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-1604432129142999979</id><published>2007-04-02T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T09:57:03.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ammon Lee</title><content type='html'>Hello all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great weekend! My Dad, Cord, and Ty came up for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conference&lt;/span&gt; and we had a good time. I will post more of that later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an email with this web address. &lt;a href="http://www.ammonlee.com/"&gt;www.ammonlee.com&lt;/a&gt; Most people know he is going through radiation right now and all the while his little family just had a new little baby girl! They are really having a FULL life right now! Check it out! His family is in our thoughts and prayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most people who read this have already gotten the email with this information but just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in case&lt;/span&gt; I wanted to pass it on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jaymi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-1604432129142999979?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/1604432129142999979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=1604432129142999979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/1604432129142999979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/1604432129142999979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/04/ammon-lee.html' title='Ammon Lee'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-318161378505949680</id><published>2007-03-27T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:53:17.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My obsessive thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RgnzuhlJQ7I/AAAAAAAAADc/OczqYHRdXkc/s1600-h/IMG_0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046832838059049906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RgnzuhlJQ7I/AAAAAAAAADc/OczqYHRdXkc/s200/IMG_0255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't square cool!  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RgnzVBlJQ6I/AAAAAAAAADU/7R54XGqY0Nk/s1600-h/IMG_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046832399972385698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RgnzVBlJQ6I/AAAAAAAAADU/7R54XGqY0Nk/s200/IMG_0254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;A favorite&lt;/span&gt; saying!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rgny-xlJQ5I/AAAAAAAAADM/mK3O0Pd06jY/s1600-h/IMG_0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046832017720296338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/Rgny-xlJQ5I/AAAAAAAAADM/mK3O0Pd06jY/s200/IMG_0251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The plaques are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;interchangeable&lt;/span&gt;! So cool!               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have written a lot about my girls and really they are in my thoughts most of the time but when I am not concentrating (couldn't think of a better word) on them I am thinking of new ideas for my website and for a store/boutique in the near future, and I say Dallas gets obsessive! First as soon as we get settled I am going to expand my website not only to just vinyl but to finished product, kits, and boards as well. Oh I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; need to bore you, I have lots of fun ideas so in the next months you will have to check out the site if you would like to see more. Here are a few of my ideas that I want to do, I hope they will sell but I know that I really like them, I cant wait to decorate a house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which reminds me...we are on our way, can you believe that I am excited about good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' Globe, AZ! Can you really believe it! We have our loan approval and Dallas is taking the video camera down and look at houses next weekend (to expensive for us all to go) and I am so excited to get his grouchy bum at of the house, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;heheee&lt;/span&gt;, totally kidding. We will miss him but can't wait to see what kind of footage he brings home! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And back to his compulsive behaviors, he still thinks we are going to buy and sell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sand rails&lt;/span&gt;, but for the time being he has done enough research on it and has moved on to handy jobs he will be doing around the house. He came upon concrete &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;counter tops&lt;/span&gt;, and now he has got it mastered (well researched anyway) and cant wait to try it on first his grilling area, then a table and finally all our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;counter tops&lt;/span&gt;. We are so glad we actually have a handy man in our home, when he puts his mind to something I always know it will get done, and done well. He is a perfectionist, so he may be cussing up a storm and spitting mad, but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;counter tops&lt;/span&gt; will look awesome, and I can picture them now. All you valley &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; we just may need to stay with you for a few weeks while he is working! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Heheee&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I am out for now! Cant wait to see some of my family this weekend for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;conference&lt;/span&gt;. It will be awesome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-318161378505949680?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/318161378505949680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=318161378505949680' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/318161378505949680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/318161378505949680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-obsessive-thoughts.html' title='My obsessive thoughts'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RgnzuhlJQ7I/AAAAAAAAADc/OczqYHRdXkc/s72-c/IMG_0255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-414368748455452143</id><published>2007-03-27T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:53:17.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RgnxCBlJQ4I/AAAAAAAAADE/HCeew0dY81E/s1600-h/IMG_0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046829874531615618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RgnxCBlJQ4I/AAAAAAAAADE/HCeew0dY81E/s200/IMG_0263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RgnwtxlJQ3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Zu-emYhORYY/s1600-h/IMG_0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046829526639264626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RgnwtxlJQ3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Zu-emYhORYY/s200/IMG_0258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt; has been feeling a little under the weather, I am not sure what's wrong. She is not a huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cryer&lt;/span&gt; but the last couple of days that is about all she does, unless I am holding her, even then she can't be laying down. But....she let me give her rice cereal for the first time, without any cries or complaints. She hated it, tried to spit most of it out and gagged on the rest but she still cooed and talked the whole way through. She is a good natured baby, chubby as all get out and we love her. By the way, I don't feed her to much the doctor just said my milk is like cream! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a day of all days ( a few days ago). Now it is funny, but in the moment I wondered how I could raise two kids, let alone six...yes, I know I feel that way often. Sydney is so cute, full of life, and full of it! Sydney has now hit what I always think of as "the terrible two's". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We woke up as we always do, Sydney sneaking into my room, sun barely rising (okay it isn't that bad) getting to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kenady's&lt;/span&gt; crib or my bed and yelling, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt; wake up, I can't wait to see you." Oh boy, I thought we had gotten over that. I rushed out the door with Sydney under my arm, hoping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt; would fall back to sleep for a few more hours, and the day just kept getting more lively from there. I was making breakfast and lo and behold when I turned around Sydney was standing at my feet and she roared at me. She was proud, proud, proud. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; was covered in pen from head to toe. She had found a pen (she is notorious for that), and wrote all over yourself. She told me she had painted herself to look like a lion (since that is what she was last Halloween and I painted her face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then a little later she came and showed me that she had painted entire foot with sparkly fingernail polish (she usually tells me), she told me because she said her foot was burning. A few days before I had painted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt; and my toes but she didn't want hers done then. We got her cleaned and I stayed in the bathroom to do some makeup. I realized she wasn't at my side (she loves makeup) so I went searching and I found her as she finished covering &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kenady's&lt;/span&gt; entire second leg with my base. Not only did it cover all of her legs but was up most of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kenady's&lt;/span&gt; shirt. Again she looked up at me and grinned and said, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Aaahhh&lt;/span&gt; mom, look how pretty, isn't she so pretty, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt; looks beautiful." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later that day I was picking up for the umpteenth time (I need to work more with her on making sure she picks up your messes) and there she is under my router just finishing off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt;’s &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;mylicon&lt;/span&gt; drops! I am so glad they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;aren&lt;/span&gt;’t to dangerous to digest! It was a full day and I was tired by the time we were done! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046828392767898466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RgnvrxlJQ2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ALB3CNbjidI/s320/IMG_0222a.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This is a picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt; and Sydney at the end of their day, you would have thought their day was hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-414368748455452143?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/414368748455452143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=414368748455452143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/414368748455452143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/414368748455452143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/03/kenady-has-been-feeling-little-under.html' title=''/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RgnxCBlJQ4I/AAAAAAAAADE/HCeew0dY81E/s72-c/IMG_0263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-4808433930099940045</id><published>2007-03-16T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:53:17.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments we are thankful for</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RfsJyMgzxtI/AAAAAAAAACs/jggdnqS2RkQ/s1600-h/dallas+and+syd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042634965728347858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RfsJyMgzxtI/AAAAAAAAACs/jggdnqS2RkQ/s400/dallas+and+syd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last week I have had a few moments to be thankful for. I was at the stake center this week and a man came and sat by me while talking on his cell phone. He was talking about his little girl. The little girl was with her mom shopping at Costco, she was standing in front of the shopping cart. Well her mom slowed down, the girl wasn't holding on and out she fell. She flipped forward and landed on her head. The mom did her best to console her...now this is not the end of the story but, that had just happened to me the week prior! I thought he was telling my story!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well with my story, it pretty much ends there. After a few minutes Sydney stopped crying and she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; look to have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;concussion&lt;/span&gt;, or anything similar, I was very glad and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; think much more of it. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; where the other little girls story ends. She was really out of it. She was going in and out of consciousness and so they took her to the hospital. They did an MRI and this little girl has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cyst&lt;/span&gt; on her brain that has probably been there since birth. They are trying to find out now if it is malignant etc. In a strange way I am sure it is a blessing she fell out, maybe so they could find this little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cyst&lt;/span&gt;, but how thankful I am that this careless little mom was able to pick Sydney up, console her and go on our way (that we are healthy). There is just so much to be thankful for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last thing, just this morning as I was doing dishes I was thinking about my life. I started thinking about my dreams and what I thought it would be like to be married and what my ideal life would be....I realized, I am living it! Oh the things to be thankful for! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-4808433930099940045?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/4808433930099940045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=4808433930099940045' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/4808433930099940045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/4808433930099940045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/03/moments-we-are-thankful-for.html' title='Moments we are thankful for'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RfsJyMgzxtI/AAAAAAAAACs/jggdnqS2RkQ/s72-c/dallas+and+syd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-763804551087476586</id><published>2007-03-09T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:53:18.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new milestone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RfsE98gzxsI/AAAAAAAAACk/sezdQol6ABg/s1600-h/Good+Ol+Utah+and+Kenady+blessing+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042629670033671874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RfsE98gzxsI/AAAAAAAAACk/sezdQol6ABg/s400/Good+Ol+Utah+and+Kenady+blessing+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it is now into the wee hours of the night. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt; has already gotten up and is now back down for the night, I was reading through Julie's blog and her sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in laws&lt;/span&gt;' and realized I needed to update my blog, there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; much to it! Here I am three hours later with not much to show but I sure had a lot of fun doing it! Thanks for all the great ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning I will take a picture of Sydney and post it because we hit a milestone today. I have to admit I am a wimpy mom when it comes to some things. I was AFRAID to get rid of her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Binky&lt;/span&gt;, I came up with a million excuses to keep it but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I saw her with it (it was restricted to bed use only) it would make me mad. Well finally today for the umpteenth time Sydney earned her crayons back and what did she do, wrote on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kenady's&lt;/span&gt; play gym. I was very FRUSTRATED. Obviously time-outs, taking the crayons away, talking too, politely suggesting, hair pulling, teeth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;gnashing&lt;/span&gt;, and naughty chairs were not working! I walked her to her room and shut the door. To my surprise, she HATED it (does it sound like I wasn't being very nice). I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have a passive child you see, first she was knocking on the door, then she said sorry, when that didn't work she tried pounding and so on. I was feeling rather proud of myself for finding something that actually affected her. I saw her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Binky&lt;/span&gt; lying on the floor (it should have been in her bed). So while I was feeling like I had a handle on things I decided I might as well get rid of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Binky&lt;/span&gt; too. I knew it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; work to just throw it away. She would continue to ask and ask so I cut off the top of the nipple and put it back on the ground (I also knew if I cut it I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be able to give in and helplessly hand back over the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;binky&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Sydney's two minutes were up I went back and talked to her, she gave me a hug, said sorry, we packed up the crowns, put them away for another month and she saw her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;binky&lt;/span&gt;! Oh the atrocity! She cried for about five minutes, begged for her dad and then moved finally moved on to something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit being proud didn't last too long. By the time nap time rolled around I was scared stiff. In fact we happened to be coming home from a play group so I took the long way home hoping she would fall asleep in the car. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; work so I continued to drive the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;neighborhood&lt;/span&gt; for another 20 minutes. Finally I gave up on the whole thing and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; try to put her to be, I just had her rest in her room until her dad came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had her beat when bedtime rolled around (or her dad fooled). I took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt; and Dallas has his regular Sydney schedule. Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;drifted&lt;/span&gt; off to sleep way to quickly! Tag, it was my turn with Sydney. Between Dallas and I we probably put her back in her bed 25 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; times, yes I know she is not afraid of us, nor spankings, nor hair pulls, nor time-outs or other more severe measures :). Finally I told her I would sing her one song. After I was through she said, "but mom, please just stay with me.". I said, "Sue, you are so tired, you can do this. Just close your eyes for a little while, you are such a big girl, we know you can do it. " of course then I went on to bribe her if she stayed in her bed she would get to put a new sticker on a chart and maybe even get some gum.....and guess what she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; come out. I am sure tomorrow we will start the drama all over again but it did feel nice to finally get rid of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;binky&lt;/span&gt;! If you are still reading thanks for tuning in to all my long winded rambling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RfEZz8gzxrI/AAAAAAAAACc/BFCHaRzbvMM/s1600-h/dancing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039837838212056754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" height="305" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RfEZz8gzxrI/AAAAAAAAACc/BFCHaRzbvMM/s320/dancing.JPG" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I do want to post two more things. One of Sydney's favorite things to do, is dance. We took her to a rollerskating/dancing rink and she was in Heaven the whole time. She danced and skated (with our help) her little heart out! She has so much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; for everything! Here we are dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RfEZJ8gzxpI/AAAAAAAAACM/L5Ok2VWyLeE/s1600-h/IMG_0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039837116657550994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RfEZJ8gzxpI/AAAAAAAAACM/L5Ok2VWyLeE/s320/IMG_0232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and I feel proud, proud, proud. After almost five months of procrastination I finally got my thank you cards out. If I only would have been as smart as Julie and decided to do photos earlier. Here is the picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt; that I put on the thank you cards. So some of you, they are on there way! Kinda like an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;announcement&lt;/span&gt; too, can you do that three months late?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-763804551087476586?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/763804551087476586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=763804551087476586' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/763804551087476586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/763804551087476586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/03/into-wee-hours-of-night.html' title='A new milestone'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RfsE98gzxsI/AAAAAAAAACk/sezdQol6ABg/s72-c/Good+Ol+Utah+and+Kenady+blessing+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-5301039750890995291</id><published>2007-03-02T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:53:19.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting two kids to smile...now thats a task!</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to post a few cute pictures of the girls. I have not been somewhere to get pictures taken of them (really we need family pictures....so we have never had one, yikes). But Sydney's new smile is from ear to ear, all teeth, and she has to make sure she is squinting; otherwise it is not a picture and we have to do it all over again. Not to mention she is really not "holding" Kenady unless she has a death grip around her neck and the she never lets go! So as I was saying, getting a nice picture of both is quite a task and a lot of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RefSzx92T1I/AAAAAAAAABw/EmUXwz8eToQ/s1600-h/syd+and+ken+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037226495265099602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" height="300" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RefSzx92T1I/AAAAAAAAABw/EmUXwz8eToQ/s320/syd+and+ken+2.jpg" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RefSRx92TzI/AAAAAAAAABg/PleBl5BiVak/s1600-h/Good+Ol+Utah+and+Kenady+blessing+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037225911149547314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" height="288" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RefSRx92TzI/AAAAAAAAABg/PleBl5BiVak/s320/Good+Ol+Utah+and+Kenady+blessing+011.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037226177437519682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="314" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RefShR92T0I/AAAAAAAAABo/botE8iG1Ll4/s320/SYd+and+Ken.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865646261550032622-5301039750890995291?l=dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5301039750890995291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865646261550032622&amp;postID=5301039750890995291' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/5301039750890995291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865646261550032622/posts/default/5301039750890995291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallasnjaymidavis.blogspot.com/2007/03/getting-two-kids-to-smilenow-thats-task.html' title='Getting two kids to smile...now thats a task!'/><author><name>Creative Corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727545193678431188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/RefSzx92T1I/AAAAAAAAABw/EmUXwz8eToQ/s72-c/syd+and+ken+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865646261550032622.post-5217329785661029368</id><published>2007-02-27T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:53:19.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ReR1NAlkStI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8eZMSwHEHw4/s1600-h/fam+picture+at+blessing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036279149663374034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ReR1NAlkStI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8eZMSwHEHw4/s320/fam+picture+at+blessing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our new start Hello to everyone! I just love reading every one's blogs and Julie, my sister, has tried to get me started many times, and finally, I did it!I can not wait to get started with this. We are in Sandy, UT right now finishing up with Dallas rotations. Dallas will graduate the beginning of May and then we are off to good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' Globe, AZ! Yikes, if that is what you are thinking don't worry, we love it, for two years anyway. It is close to a lake, there is lots of hiking, and four-wheeling, and scorpions, oh yeah! We can't wait to have a house were we can decorate and have more then a blow up couch, and blow up mattresses. We are most excited to have family and friends over for the weekend. So come whenever you can, we will have a great time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like we just said Dallas graduates May 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; from Creighton University as a DPT. We are so very proud of his hard work for our little family. One of his many talents is that when he starts something he always does his very best. That means at times we don't see much oh him because he has been busy putting in long hours, but it is all so worth it and we cannot wait to be settled and have him around more. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036281842607868658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="167" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ReR3pwlkSvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/nHdP6FvHVJA/s320/IMG_0036.JPG" width="254" border="0" /&gt;Sydney talks constantly about her dad, and waits by the door for him to get home, she is in love with her dad. I just wait for the day she asks her dad if she can marry him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jaymi&lt;/span&gt;, am a wonderful stay at home mom...hehheee...I may fall short all the time, but can still be wonderful right :). I enjoy most of my day in our small basement apartment and really need to get out but admit it is a little scary for me to get much done out and about with two kids and no stroller. Sydney likes to RUN! I still do my vinyl business. It is slow at this time of the year which has been great but we are very blessed to have this while Dallas has been in school. (Doesn't my blog/profile sound so typical of what you would hear a mom say, do I need to define myself...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hehee&lt;/span&gt;). I would not trade what I have for the world. I love my children, love what I do, and love thinking of new things. When we get a house and are settled I would like to add on finished boards, unfinished boards, bows, purses, and bracelets to my website &lt;a href="http://www.creativecustomlettering.com/"&gt;http://www.creativecustomlettering.com/&lt;/a&gt; but for now I like what I have!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ReRlgAlkSrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vMkWqLaZp5U/s1600-h/IMG_0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036261883894844082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ReRlgAlkSrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vMkWqLaZp5U/s320/IMG_0241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sydney is a ball of fire, she turned two October 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of last year and I think the two's have finally hit. My guess is a lot of it came from her little sister being born. Her and I were best friends, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt; came along and I feel like I am much more a mom now. Sydney has a cute, cute personality. She is full of life, she loves to be a ham whenever she can, and she just started enjoying her toys! She love to play farm with her dad, when he comes home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ReR2zAlkSuI/AAAAAAAAABI/unWddlSThEo/s1600-h/IMG_0215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036280902010030818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RJk-fXYRFk/ReR2zAlkSuI/AAAAAAAAABI/unWddlSThEo/s320/IMG_0215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kenady&lt;/span&gt; is almost three months old, she was born December 1st, and she is such a good baby. As most people know we thought she was going to be a boy. When she was born Dallas cut the cord, and they handed her to me. The nurse kept saying "she". Finally I said, do you mean "he" but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nosiree&lt;/span&gt;. A girl she is! Now she lives to get some attention so that she can smile and coo. When she does not get the attention she sits patiently under her play gym or in her bouncer and waits. She does not take a bottle, we are still working on that. She is a doll. I think she looks more like my side of the family but most people say she looks like Dallas and Sydney. Sydney loves her sister. She loves to sit on her, poke her, kiss and hug her. She is a good big sister. 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