tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26654949901591261882024-03-05T17:08:04.199-08:00Papa and Nana's BlogNana and Papahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01330319727927579848noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665494990159126188.post-76675781452881881682012-03-17T06:49:00.002-07:002012-03-17T07:30:22.285-07:00BridgetteBridgette died last night. (March 14, 2012). I cried like I haven't cried in a long time. Maybe since February 12 2011. <div><br /></div><div> She was born in May of 2000. I got her about six <span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">weeks later. </span><div><div><br /></div></div><div>She was a gift given to me from a friend. This friend Susan, who later became my wife, could see that I was hurting and lonely and headed toward destruction. </div><div><br /></div><div>She put allot of energy into doing something that would help lift my spirits. So naturally she got me a puppy. </div><div><br /></div><div>Why not a card or a bag of licorice? </div><div><br /></div><div>A puppy. </div><div><br /></div><div>What was I going to do with a puppy? </div><div><br /></div><div>I was living alone, working more than full time, trying desperately to see my kids when ever I could. </div><div><br /></div><div>A puppy! With a massive pink bow. Complete with a crate, food bowls, food, toys etc. </div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks, but I don't have time for a puppy. I appreciate the thought but now is not the right time for me to take care of a puppy. I can't even take care of myself let alone a puppy. </div><div><br /></div><div>All these words were in my mind and suppose to come out of my mouth, but just as they passed my tongue they became, </div><div><br /></div><div>"Thanks so much. she is just what I need."</div><div><br /></div><div>What the heck did I just say? I can't do a puppy right now. Can't you see I'm drowning here?</div><div><br /></div><div>And there we were. Me and Bridgette. This adorable little Golden Retriever puppy with a pink bow and me. Spending many, many nights together, playing, learning tricks, cuddling, eating and sleeping together. I know that dogs shouldn't sleep in bed with me but it will only be tonight. </div><div><br /></div><div>Tomorrow I'll make her sleep in her crate. </div><div><br /></div><div>Or maybe the night after that. </div><div><br /></div><div>How did Susan know that this puppy would stabilize my life and be just the thing that would begin the long process back? I don't know but I will be forever grateful that she knew. </div><div><br /></div><div>Some how she knew. </div><div><br /></div><div>Almost 12 years later, Bridgette left me. Left us. She has been a great part of our lives. Our grandkids have never know us without her. Our kids have become used to having her with us everywhere. On camping trips, at birthdays, family party's, in the house (Always in the house. Never an outside dog) and anywhere that we could possibly take her. </div><div><br /></div><div>She left me in a much better place than where she found me. </div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you Susan and thank you Bridgette. </div><div><br /></div><div>I miss her. </div></div>Nana and Papahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01330319727927579848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665494990159126188.post-42171302212248024212012-03-01T04:38:00.003-08:002012-03-01T05:00:39.390-08:00TJRight now, somewhere in the Henry Mountains is my son <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">TJ</span>. He is with friends hunting for deer sheds. <div><br /></div><div>We were in the Henry's last year at this same time. (Didn't turn out so well). <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">TJ</span> was the one who got us out. Without him, I wouldn't be laying in bed next to my wife right now. </div><div><br /></div><div>A storm came through last night and I have been worried about him. Maybe I should get in the truck and go find him. He is out of service so I can't call. Maybe he will call today. </div><div><br /></div><div>When is it when a father quits worrying about his kids. (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">TJ</span> will be 30 in a couple of months)</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Tahsha</span> is healing, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Keynan</span> is catching up, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Kolton</span> is lost, Luke is crazy busy, Josh is far away, Britt is moving forward, Bug is trying to breathe. What about my Daughters and Sons in law? </div><div><br /></div><div>Then there are the grand kids. Now I have 9 more to worry about. </div><div><br /></div><div>Sometimes I wish I could put worry in my wallet and only get it out when I have time. Maybe I'll learn how to do that sometime.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame- color:rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame- color:rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"> Another day perhaps. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame- color:rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame- color:rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);">Until then, I wonder if <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">TJ</span> stayed warm last night?</span></div>Nana and Papahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01330319727927579848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665494990159126188.post-61871547277474668742011-12-31T01:13:00.000-08:002011-12-31T01:33:20.491-08:00CaseyYesterday, Tahsha and Leah came by to pick up Ellie. <div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Leah whispered something to Tahsha. I asked what she had whispered and Tahsha tole me that Casey had died in the night. She started to cry. We have known that he was sick. Mike and Nichole have been helping her with him. </div></div><div><br /></div><div>I wish that I believed in a mysterious force in the universe that controlled everything. FATE, or KARMA, or the SUN or MOON. Then I could shake my fist and curse it. But I don't. I know that a loving Father in Heaven is in control and I submit to his will. I have great faith that in his hand is all that teaches, strengthens and heals. </div><div><br /></div><div>I just hurt when my little girl hurts. This last year has been so hard on her. I want to pick her up and kiss the hurt and make it go away. I haven't figured out how to do that. </div><div><br /></div><div>We have run the course of 2011</div><div>What a year it has been</div><div>We have let go a few to heaven</div><div>Of dogs, children and men</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Nana and Papahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01330319727927579848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665494990159126188.post-43864088648241712182011-11-05T06:57:00.000-07:002011-11-05T07:20:03.961-07:00Following TahshieI have been following <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Tahshie's</span> blog since before Brad died. I really enjoy her posts. <div><br /></div><div>This morning at about 6:00, I couldn't sleep so I opened her blog and caught up. I enjoy being part of her life. I love the phone calls for help when she needs something. I even enjoy speeding to her house in the middle of the night and searching her house for an intruder that set off her alarm. I remember thinking that he (who ever he is) better not resist in any way or he was going to get to see Brad sooner than the rest of us. He would have to explain to Brad why he was in his house with his wife and daughter in the middle of the night. Good thing no one got caught that night. Better for him and better for me. </div><div><br /></div><div>As I was banging around in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Blogspot</span> trying to learn more about the site I found a section called "Following". I guess this is who is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">actively</span> following your posts. The only one listed was "Mya". Oh well, maybe I'll try learning another day. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Nana and Papahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01330319727927579848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665494990159126188.post-24797735390129542862010-03-14T16:41:00.000-07:002010-03-14T17:22:51.981-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMLzOTvRJQ-xnGTUJ3t4thQjtMZNs43riLPY1YkAiUhH89sG7wAOYse5YFJ523_Up3PPijaLX0MMZYbq0XDgiXX7x23skBLuW_UoSupcPN9C3ziAP58Kf7M425ZD98IlNCjvKPfUWihXY/s1600-h/DSC_7787.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiR5sSBQL_ErlGzxP3aXPgNQhzSGIZYKVm3-8jtL8JJ6mm-0TNscmLpOiZpr64GPit3MmlYyi5C-xrJq1HQF3UL58ZxFmyb_NPOJx1rq-lnSd5fvQ-nQHlbSV6XqfJ6Hx8jQkO_Pw7Prs/s1600-h/DSC_7388.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiR5sSBQL_ErlGzxP3aXPgNQhzSGIZYKVm3-8jtL8JJ6mm-0TNscmLpOiZpr64GPit3MmlYyi5C-xrJq1HQF3UL58ZxFmyb_NPOJx1rq-lnSd5fvQ-nQHlbSV6XqfJ6Hx8jQkO_Pw7Prs/s320/DSC_7388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448639807498474626" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Well, It has been over a month since Wyatt got his helmet. He loves to go to the store and show it off. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Keynan and Sara have been telling us that they can tell the difference in his head. I was sure that this was just parents hoping for the best and seeing things that maybe were not really there. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">However; as you can see from the pictures after just 30 days of wearing the helmet, it really is working fast.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">This picture was taken on the day of the fitting. You can clearly see the flat spot on the back right side of his head and his ears are offset. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">According to the doctor, his head was out of square by 14 millimeters. They determined this by making a X on the top of his head and then taking measurements. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMLzOTvRJQ-xnGTUJ3t4thQjtMZNs43riLPY1YkAiUhH89sG7wAOYse5YFJ523_Up3PPijaLX0MMZYbq0XDgiXX7x23skBLuW_UoSupcPN9C3ziAP58Kf7M425ZD98IlNCjvKPfUWihXY/s1600-h/DSC_7787.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMLzOTvRJQ-xnGTUJ3t4thQjtMZNs43riLPY1YkAiUhH89sG7wAOYse5YFJ523_Up3PPijaLX0MMZYbq0XDgiXX7x23skBLuW_UoSupcPN9C3ziAP58Kf7M425ZD98IlNCjvKPfUWihXY/s320/DSC_7787.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448641309383295666" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Just a short 30 days later and "Holy Cow", look at the difference. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The doctor told them at the last checkup that Wyatt's head is now just 6 millimeters out of square. It has moved over half the way. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Look at the right rear area that was so flat. It is now nicely rounded. Look at the ears. They are much more symmetrical now. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">We should not have been surprised. Wyatt has been working very hard this past 30 days. He has been doing his physical therapy exercises and is always happy about it. He has been wearing the helmet religiously and only takes it off for a bath. 1 hour per day. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjthWrObrKkb3fiC3UPrx_SfzttMikXzAB6VhW-nqoWDVgitD1l8hpOrpMtD8w_lSSbt0uaY603cBeE9WmAXm9UME_4YIps5UcB5faFiGeEylS1vnLuArSkx_X-WHdhh6N_rhxFccfaNNE/s1600-h/DSC_7837.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjthWrObrKkb3fiC3UPrx_SfzttMikXzAB6VhW-nqoWDVgitD1l8hpOrpMtD8w_lSSbt0uaY603cBeE9WmAXm9UME_4YIps5UcB5faFiGeEylS1vnLuArSkx_X-WHdhh6N_rhxFccfaNNE/s320/DSC_7837.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448644157182866386" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px; " /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">On a lighter note, have you ever been walking through the house bare footed? Have you ever caught your little toe on some object and heard it crack as the little bone inside snaps! Have you felt the pain shoot up your leg as you wonder if you will loose your breakfast? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Well, this is a post about Wyatt and the successes that he has realized. Not about my pain, so we won't talk about it. (The toe and part of the foot did turn a really nice color, don't you think)</span></div><div> <div><br /></div></div></div>Nana and Papahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01330319727927579848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665494990159126188.post-85133597137196356042010-02-11T07:05:00.000-08:002010-02-11T08:32:42.402-08:00Day 7<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI-RtcBBNyfvWGwyTHEGuq3sfjOX5rVExB4qybEElAaVsh-34ZychK9G9vGjLbTPFqfHsP0cHWaI2x2IvBJTksgjlk3tKhlBl9hfwKt0_4gvxsjvR5aHQHllJIHJNk27KL4P4B90L2yLg/s1600-h/DSC_7403.JPG"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Uc-1Fpn6sXaudPltTYlM1PWVd2fgKHPLsQlvL8sgLEhNwujzv8Ts0wpOgtdBsxtqRJpPDAK1ymJ84EIQ-iEFs4cQwSSk3VQjbQZ22jHP-PKyhktzZ8nGLBM-PKWw8VRW_Z5sa7gTDcY/s1600-h/DSC_7387.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Uc-1Fpn6sXaudPltTYlM1PWVd2fgKHPLsQlvL8sgLEhNwujzv8Ts0wpOgtdBsxtqRJpPDAK1ymJ84EIQ-iEFs4cQwSSk3VQjbQZ22jHP-PKyhktzZ8nGLBM-PKWw8VRW_Z5sa7gTDcY/s200/DSC_7387.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437003850329730738" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Well, the long awaited day arrived. Wyatt's appointment to get fitted for his helmet. He is excited and wants to get on with it.<br />The reason that the helmet is needed? Let me see if I can explain.</span><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">(When I get done, call Keynan and Sara for the real explanation.)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">In the womb, Wyatt was safe and comfortable. He loved to cuddle up, listening and feeling his Mom walk, talk, sleep etc. While he was so comfortable, he would rest his head down and to the right. The muscles on the left side of his neck were stretched out but the muscles on the right side did not get stretched. They were perfectly formed, but not stretched out.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8HmhP-1UV7K2mxo5khJmCD78_720NhIxT0oJyxwHRtWQLUiSigXLPhuytWc9G4OIULRe7g4tuQTFbP2dc1nXQvPRHwtQqH9xLD5a6Vt_LglsNkyZatYS5vz882C0oX3orcG2cuuAiI0Y/s1600-h/DSC_7381.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8HmhP-1UV7K2mxo5khJmCD78_720NhIxT0oJyxwHRtWQLUiSigXLPhuytWc9G4OIULRe7g4tuQTFbP2dc1nXQvPRHwtQqH9xLD5a6Vt_LglsNkyZatYS5vz882C0oX3orcG2cuuAiI0Y/s200/DSC_7381.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437015015588440706" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 186px; " /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">After birth, Wyatt could not turn his head to the left due to the muscles on the right side of his neck being to short. He also could not lift his head up. As a result of this, Wyatt continued to lay on his back with his head down and to the right. This caused the flat spot that you can see on the back right side of his head.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6HzXUD2XHk-nWx7Sp4TPcUiadtOld3Y0J-zqw5CzDjJChRqylVfLJdmmnfXZYvPN0xsq3D0FDZ4QsFHr3ib1qSYIlcv5j7f0Xsf2Z3hCiSSQ9b0aAEEXj7WmmXt_Rtmoy0SCGvRNIcFo/s1600-h/DSC_7381.JPG"><br /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfBnDFy9l6LKjDk7efGeDMz67jki3B6gCtn528-f4iFdwcWzkpoUIwwo5rrRMQ91Nv9HCmCGGC1gR66_2V9VhAwIpzPtUeGLkr53UOmEeqtvC7eZyyht797tkJI4z4P1CMe3qDDT9KkGg/s200/DSC_7388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437006862831805570" /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">As the flat spot grew, it shifted the soft bones in his head. As you can see, his ears are offset. This is not noticeable from the front as you can see from the first picture. The front right side and the rear left side are more pronounced. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLh5hfgEUvscNXjvCzqDj2Xse4QuiegyMuxl1M11KUVLcZ7VCTa3dkN7KhUMXmRjpTGQ1txDF6xNzfAuCTYHmz7TWSKCwQ9IAN1Fgo_CgSPt6bYZs5dxwoBfHry70zCi6_HjlPeVArV1o/s200/DSC_7463.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437008304008325218" /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The doctor explains how the helmet that Keynan is holding will work. The helmet will fit snugly on the front right side and the rear left side. It will have space between the helmet and his head on the opposite sides. As his head grows, it will grow into the spaces and not grow where it is already snug. This will reverse the process that has already happened to cause the head to be misshappen. </span></div><div><br /></div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnV2C9EoVikGvOfiKRv55jMuySpePiku69UrPV5-xoc1Zz1c4tJVFNIu4-LmIvhetLYADBrtvXbRGgkPEryIbUFmEJWglszBykxN3Lq1ulvzkL89ahZkJ1pBoHC_X_MyeBrQK48KzeMPM/s200/DSC_7395.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437009081148789058" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The doctor spent allot of time fitting the helmet on Wyatt. He would make marks and take measurements and then leave for 10 or 15 minutes. He would cut and shape the helmet to fit him exactly.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI-RtcBBNyfvWGwyTHEGuq3sfjOX5rVExB4qybEElAaVsh-34ZychK9G9vGjLbTPFqfHsP0cHWaI2x2IvBJTksgjlk3tKhlBl9hfwKt0_4gvxsjvR5aHQHllJIHJNk27KL4P4B90L2yLg/s1600-h/DSC_7403.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI-RtcBBNyfvWGwyTHEGuq3sfjOX5rVExB4qybEElAaVsh-34ZychK9G9vGjLbTPFqfHsP0cHWaI2x2IvBJTksgjlk3tKhlBl9hfwKt0_4gvxsjvR5aHQHllJIHJNk27KL4P4B90L2yLg/s200/DSC_7403.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437017027742694514" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px; " /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">After several times in and out of the room, the doctor does the final fitting.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCCxFE-HwrHK7VM5gSOESrzuxCZHeLfyPqGjgkRYqoin3zurKFu3xXFGQ8HwzY9PW9fC2oXyW44yhHLHsRdbws-46mdiv4GwxsxlT1L8jljNdzAo9EQid6e4Gv5h0Xl9XzSb_aIVMjBpo/s200/DSC_7448.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437012413686931186" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">And Wallah, Wyatt loves it. He appears to be overcome with joy and happiness. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiIpvNB_PdLbRArMpO0W2OMAt0fhCHYB0eL5SJ5Yz6QZyCuTU9LMJctoTb0gdtTGibOKQOWElqlXEUqSLtLluJCaR4HRwUnWn-CFbUJ3SjpJyh-HVeFULnEsfo2GqC-Qhj-jJfWU9nPH0/s200/DSC_7455.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437013410793332930" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 164px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Actually He got use to the helmet pretty quickly. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Being above average intelligence, looks, personality and ancestry, he will do just fine. (Papa's Bias)</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Please stay tuned. We will continue to show Wyatt's progress. The doctor told Keynan and Sara that he will wear the helmet for 3 to 4 months. He did caution them that this was just an estimate. Some take longer.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Once again, many thanks go out to everyone who donated money to help Keynan and Sara. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">P.S. The ladies at the animal shelter are phenomenal. They and those that they know contributed more than we ever could have hoped for. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Now quit reading and get back to work. That means you Lindsay!!</span></div><div><br /></div>Nana and Papahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01330319727927579848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665494990159126188.post-79522665746621930322010-02-06T09:35:00.000-08:002010-02-11T08:17:17.159-08:002nd Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiugGiU51k0XhH3aLqsoJ7OLA_eIAAUvg-dIx_3XXrZ5TbozdHj18J2R2_5TNcxkYjWrW62C5CqAnpI6QY3UFoxP4OnKOMsJfSmu_T_xWeALwBGaZRe9sSvzxAW99-37qFUoumMDT4foY/s1600-h/DSC_7015.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiugGiU51k0XhH3aLqsoJ7OLA_eIAAUvg-dIx_3XXrZ5TbozdHj18J2R2_5TNcxkYjWrW62C5CqAnpI6QY3UFoxP4OnKOMsJfSmu_T_xWeALwBGaZRe9sSvzxAW99-37qFUoumMDT4foY/s200/DSC_7015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435191415584516546" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Well, we have been working hard in collecting funds for Wyatt. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We received a very generous donation from an anonymous source. To those people who don't want to be known and don't want to receive thanks, "THANK YOU" I cloud up a little thinking about the fact that someone beyond our immediate family would be so generous.<br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Jason and Britt made several donation buckets with Wyatt's picture on it. Jason placed one in Brookside. Kolton took one to Salem Chevron. We have several others if anyone has ideas as to where to place them. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Everyone who helps will have a hand in establishing a normal life and a good self esteem for Baby Wyatt. </span></div></div></div>Nana and Papahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01330319727927579848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665494990159126188.post-90898251570378628792010-02-05T18:28:00.000-08:002010-02-05T18:34:02.043-08:00First DayWhat a great response to our request for help so far. <div><br /></div><div>Thank you all sooooo much. We only hope that we can return your incredible kindness some day. </div>Nana and Papahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01330319727927579848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665494990159126188.post-38277627260934907982010-02-04T21:43:00.000-08:002010-02-04T22:25:06.530-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: large; border-collapse: collapse; ">Hi Family, </span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">As you all know, Wyatt Keynan Morgan was born on October 1, 2009.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicUUXtp4MJAeDrRUWLSz2XzQ4LOBprPlVw3-tzSu4xKh2G0IMszp8AtNrxtafXVAbvyR65PUiFuzsGHpYc5hiDNruSWlDd9DK4WZmEDfrBOS63dsRdOA28ghw53bWwg21Cr8zsJpbJkuE/s1600-h/DSC_6320.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicUUXtp4MJAeDrRUWLSz2XzQ4LOBprPlVw3-tzSu4xKh2G0IMszp8AtNrxtafXVAbvyR65PUiFuzsGHpYc5hiDNruSWlDd9DK4WZmEDfrBOS63dsRdOA28ghw53bWwg21Cr8zsJpbJkuE/s200/DSC_6320.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434635793072717330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 125px; " /></a></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Baby Wyatt is now 4 months old. He has already wound his little soul around our hearts. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkW7Ot5JbNVMWvEnP85GEawdIf11dIQIJdqqaN5JVTQP2h6SZVnXK8Vcwesj87SIkKv2eVnRa1r_8dLPMkUyZAWKums5UBA9_WqttWALnkQh7OR8yC-xqjSTNMLmwTmraBo_aemI6AQhU/s1600-h/DSC_7012.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkW7Ot5JbNVMWvEnP85GEawdIf11dIQIJdqqaN5JVTQP2h6SZVnXK8Vcwesj87SIkKv2eVnRa1r_8dLPMkUyZAWKums5UBA9_WqttWALnkQh7OR8yC-xqjSTNMLmwTmraBo_aemI6AQhU/s200/DSC_7012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434636821470221778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 200px; " /></a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">In the first 4 months, Wyatt was content laying on his back and being fascinated by his new world. (Reminds me of Keynan when he was that age)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Unfortunately all the laying on his back caused a flat spot on Wyatt's head. If not corrected, his head will be a little misshapen for life. The Doctors think that this was caused at birth and by laying on his back, but he may have just inherited it from his dad. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMXcx2Xo1tS9aYbywc4EUayiCgz6y8ag7G-C3G8LOKhK13fxgalx12v7TtN2NNlMnPeU8OOwoSmX1HILpF7VfGCLqKLFpLLI6zEOwM6vcmXe_oTIHp8S5fUxi0M5E7R0_oTbHgBSNlUHM/s1600-h/MyPicture.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMXcx2Xo1tS9aYbywc4EUayiCgz6y8ag7G-C3G8LOKhK13fxgalx12v7TtN2NNlMnPeU8OOwoSmX1HILpF7VfGCLqKLFpLLI6zEOwM6vcmXe_oTIHp8S5fUxi0M5E7R0_oTbHgBSNlUHM/s200/MyPicture.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434637818038419074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We know that he did not inherit it from his mother. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvQ8vBHMvZ6mZi-jAYkDNccBEs5_H_y28D1qhjKI3710PGHkZJS57Dolj_bJTlf34gJ4IhIyS4ONcvP4I5eI38bYOmv_593Uve2oinSH1CQUuMy2Vjj9xyLyFBhNnbTO3y1JL72kOPjko/s1600-h/DSC_3297_2.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvQ8vBHMvZ6mZi-jAYkDNccBEs5_H_y28D1qhjKI3710PGHkZJS57Dolj_bJTlf34gJ4IhIyS4ONcvP4I5eI38bYOmv_593Uve2oinSH1CQUuMy2Vjj9xyLyFBhNnbTO3y1JL72kOPjko/s200/DSC_3297_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434638315089392274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 200px; " /></a></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">She is pretty cute.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLAfg_0W1iIiUZvlggmv-xacbRyk2ppi5q19CJE0gdVV5j5P0QefHOV_rR7bXBBy6hX-_8WUHEHH1d13vn4EJaPLbfFtN1OZ6eOMikYmes_vp1PaXzMcXbt1TI4EKgnphtVs0ZNkFpt6Q/s1600-h/DSC_2120.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLAfg_0W1iIiUZvlggmv-xacbRyk2ppi5q19CJE0gdVV5j5P0QefHOV_rR7bXBBy6hX-_8WUHEHH1d13vn4EJaPLbfFtN1OZ6eOMikYmes_vp1PaXzMcXbt1TI4EKgnphtVs0ZNkFpt6Q/s200/DSC_2120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434638309052312194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 200px; " /></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">However; she does wear a helmet sometimes, so she will be able to relate to Wyatt. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgANqWZDn-JnoFZGJ0qLNhXKXBR4CKqMen8SLVbU18KpsGRro3Eu31LEnYNQCQ1hUnJjO8y62Hu_boqtMXay8CE8BkujIQVe3r2K5f58WGINHxTANBB9ORPt3vXcbPAGodO2CLQAlHTMVI/s1600-h/IMG_0139.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgANqWZDn-JnoFZGJ0qLNhXKXBR4CKqMen8SLVbU18KpsGRro3Eu31LEnYNQCQ1hUnJjO8y62Hu_boqtMXay8CE8BkujIQVe3r2K5f58WGINHxTANBB9ORPt3vXcbPAGodO2CLQAlHTMVI/s200/IMG_0139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434638295185555826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div></div></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Wyatt has an appointment this next Tuesday for his helmet fitting. The helmet will help form his cute little head into the perfect shape in just a few months. This will be an event of short duration but the effects will last a life time. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This helmet for Wyatt, (Not Sara) will be a little expensive. (Approximately $4,000.00. We don't know how much their insurance will pay at this point) We need $800.00 by Tuesday for their appointment, or they will not allow them to get the helmet. A Cash on Delivery kind of a thing. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I am doing something that I rarely do and that is asking for help. I know that things are tuff right now for all of us, but time is of the essence for Wyatt. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Any donation would help, even if it is just $10.00. Susan and I will cover the remainder. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> Please call me on my cell if you can help.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I know that Keynan, Sara, and Wyatt would appreciate anything that you could do. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">If you know of someone that I missed on the addresses, please forward this message to them. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Thanks, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Love</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Mike and Susan</span></div></span>Nana and Papahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01330319727927579848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665494990159126188.post-54268617527620115572009-03-13T19:32:00.000-07:002009-03-13T19:34:27.025-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGT1vcHzDeXp5chSTfY6XgE4IPsUuEu7TuqWhS7oPTKeGU7boaxEhvz2nUw_1rKVZ9mA4NFKyU7ydHbqV4Z3G2KHQX1Y6T10OEHotpZjFmP-lfVcjIVMx4b6cj5nGSUbbylQvG6mhowUU/s1600-h/IMG_4670.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGT1vcHzDeXp5chSTfY6XgE4IPsUuEu7TuqWhS7oPTKeGU7boaxEhvz2nUw_1rKVZ9mA4NFKyU7ydHbqV4Z3G2KHQX1Y6T10OEHotpZjFmP-lfVcjIVMx4b6cj5nGSUbbylQvG6mhowUU/s320/IMG_4670.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312865909738205506" /></a>Just finishing off a small cup of very nutritious beverage. (She said she wanted Sprite)Nana and Papahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01330319727927579848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665494990159126188.post-26168446683596561922009-03-13T19:25:00.000-07:002009-03-13T19:28:04.250-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq291fRqWCbw1kqxjQTl1qzczK-1jlXN9jJ4zX8AN4C40G2EON19Ow1_zdCv_3ey0iK8tsmqTAg7Lmg_Y8IrwO1Eh5IyQYy5cPXGaFtgzX-ch9SpezVWQL1aghOcgi3Qkf9tizn6__Pbw/s1600-h/IMG_4658.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq291fRqWCbw1kqxjQTl1qzczK-1jlXN9jJ4zX8AN4C40G2EON19Ow1_zdCv_3ey0iK8tsmqTAg7Lmg_Y8IrwO1Eh5IyQYy5cPXGaFtgzX-ch9SpezVWQL1aghOcgi3Qkf9tizn6__Pbw/s320/IMG_4658.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312864199358750242" /></a>Toby had fun at Nana and Papa's house while Mom and Dad went out. She took the lid off the graduates "Crackers" 2 or 3 hundred times with her teeth. She played on the toy for hours. <div><br /></div><div>We loved having her. </div>Nana and Papahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01330319727927579848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665494990159126188.post-11600438038765278742009-03-13T19:24:00.000-07:002009-03-13T19:32:18.978-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBXXVDaQDsuUKLBmwhKDMJ-75IKVZDs51LWhspXB6jo2ocXGAUUfQAPSD35N_3rcY30ultYbRtuaxJJsCrDavrg3FDp5yBBeY_mLILtACuqH5w5uivZM9E3cUvBfLp7oJ2YKQ81_rfdUk/s1600-h/IMG_4669.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBXXVDaQDsuUKLBmwhKDMJ-75IKVZDs51LWhspXB6jo2ocXGAUUfQAPSD35N_3rcY30ultYbRtuaxJJsCrDavrg3FDp5yBBeY_mLILtACuqH5w5uivZM9E3cUvBfLp7oJ2YKQ81_rfdUk/s320/IMG_4669.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312863877698530242" /></a>Brad and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Tahsha</span> went to the Temple. We got to watch Leah. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"></span><div><br /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Tahash</span> brought a balanced meal recommended by her <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Pediatrician</span>. Leah told us that she did not want the balanced meal so we asked what she wanted. She said, "Burger King" </div><div><br /></div><div>What were good grandparents to do?</div>Nana and Papahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01330319727927579848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665494990159126188.post-12276230847272393092009-03-02T09:39:00.001-08:002009-03-02T09:41:08.261-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieEKliZo8CUu97PGoBHeOioAwBp3DS0K85ttyKD8s47ETkPUd-Hax6SV3_Htqx6Hv16cNdem-i-JdR8rlxeVOPbqS2g6nst0cwce0KV5k4RHHE2PrWkfF9ZB1DP6jbaCFjKoZQGs6nA9M/s1600-h/IMG_4633_2.JPG">It was such a nice day out in the rocks. We spent time just hiking and enjoying the sunshine and good weather. <img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieEKliZo8CUu97PGoBHeOioAwBp3DS0K85ttyKD8s47ETkPUd-Hax6SV3_Htqx6Hv16cNdem-i-JdR8rlxeVOPbqS2g6nst0cwce0KV5k4RHHE2PrWkfF9ZB1DP6jbaCFjKoZQGs6nA9M/s320/IMG_4633_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308646682773313634" /></a>Nana and Papahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01330319727927579848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665494990159126188.post-13674510683174533682009-03-02T09:23:00.000-08:002009-03-02T09:29:09.695-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg19jsKCBfHZZx3ENJ7miO1CS817ir61RKz4KGFYfUKGD8QnDlgocD9ww45UEG-UMiwvOLk7f2exSw2cXvJwmQlkC6ee8Pw10wxuqi7JJDQU0s_NEMNXtKl7E1sn0dN6uUQQfM8adArGf0/s1600-h/IMG_0102.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg19jsKCBfHZZx3ENJ7miO1CS817ir61RKz4KGFYfUKGD8QnDlgocD9ww45UEG-UMiwvOLk7f2exSw2cXvJwmQlkC6ee8Pw10wxuqi7JJDQU0s_NEMNXtKl7E1sn0dN6uUQQfM8adArGf0/s320/IMG_0102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308643639313538818" /></a>TJ did not want me to take this picture. He does not want anyone to see his driving glasses. Nana and Papahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01330319727927579848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665494990159126188.post-82553477458563950232009-03-02T09:17:00.001-08:002009-03-02T09:20:13.030-08:00Moab<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF3numz9kn2yN_UCEq5u6Usx7paDqWzpt3MIGWJ_kZJ7e9Qi7RpFET6EADxfqg_YkKXN3VahRdooqc0sfNoxik3jYNgLUF6k2HOTElNESfVWi6UOFNfE0i9uFsQmEBeUDTfO546rzUcrg/s1600-h/IMG_4625.JPG">Susan and I were skipping class in Moab. We took a drive out into the rocks and chased some lizzards. We had fun. <img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF3numz9kn2yN_UCEq5u6Usx7paDqWzpt3MIGWJ_kZJ7e9Qi7RpFET6EADxfqg_YkKXN3VahRdooqc0sfNoxik3jYNgLUF6k2HOTElNESfVWi6UOFNfE0i9uFsQmEBeUDTfO546rzUcrg/s320/IMG_4625.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308641138820159026" /></a>Nana and Papahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01330319727927579848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665494990159126188.post-28941994180032932892009-02-22T15:48:00.000-08:002009-02-22T16:16:37.266-08:00Ellie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisQ0v5bsJFZN4CpBhxM4OnrEbB2KMe48ZHfnFsL7eyupRmeKrgX9g9d990xzDqAe36OVKz39hfS9JbRod-f5cj91R2BlD62oRVSrFmtkNv-Rvg91ZllZUuDkCfrT0KqBnDcn3aAWuLgVI/s1600-h/IMG_4559.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisQ0v5bsJFZN4CpBhxM4OnrEbB2KMe48ZHfnFsL7eyupRmeKrgX9g9d990xzDqAe36OVKz39hfS9JbRod-f5cj91R2BlD62oRVSrFmtkNv-Rvg91ZllZUuDkCfrT0KqBnDcn3aAWuLgVI/s320/IMG_4559.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305779029579530338" /></a>Well, Ellie arrived 11 days early. She was born on Tuesday 2/17/09. Britt and Jason couldn't be happier. Bridger was excited as well. Britt and Ellie are doing well. Nana and Papahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01330319727927579848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665494990159126188.post-31404584929921135972009-02-08T11:26:00.001-08:002009-02-08T11:28:04.368-08:00Ready For Church<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv73GS0PXAfVV_o4L0tW09qi_jJm3tpCxSoYjFdMTCEb8-1Ryf3f6rsCvV9oyyonFG11fQfy0Ax5wvu7TRz6WFp-XAWvwoS6sUO_CzstCpmh_Ev4xoNMKb8pSlagXdiNb4qqtheYw-xvU/s1600-h/IMG_4541.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv73GS0PXAfVV_o4L0tW09qi_jJm3tpCxSoYjFdMTCEb8-1Ryf3f6rsCvV9oyyonFG11fQfy0Ax5wvu7TRz6WFp-XAWvwoS6sUO_CzstCpmh_Ev4xoNMKb8pSlagXdiNb4qqtheYw-xvU/s320/IMG_4541.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300510404626446306" /></a>I am ready to go to Church with Nana and Papa. Nana and Papahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01330319727927579848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665494990159126188.post-80393429576620477482009-02-07T12:04:00.000-08:002009-02-07T12:05:37.404-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWdFql8sHYY5M4_lUflA8UokXq_SnvHZG3K42nOdVXUKXFxXkR1lCDtrvhCmsu0EfMj6H29dJw7Ep1Ka6HeZ7Ak6wbAMmuoLRsPBjAkFLs0SMqMOKBXs_AgdR3sKz0gz_NR7vC5VAcD7k/s1600-h/IMG_4504.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWdFql8sHYY5M4_lUflA8UokXq_SnvHZG3K42nOdVXUKXFxXkR1lCDtrvhCmsu0EfMj6H29dJw7Ep1Ka6HeZ7Ak6wbAMmuoLRsPBjAkFLs0SMqMOKBXs_AgdR3sKz0gz_NR7vC5VAcD7k/s320/IMG_4504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300148935892674594" /></a>Leah had so much fun in the Bath Tub. She played until she shivered from cold. She was not happy about being taken out of the tub. Nana and Papahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01330319727927579848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665494990159126188.post-89860791786321851182009-02-07T12:00:00.000-08:002009-02-07T12:03:52.677-08:00Leah at Nana and Papa's<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8UidMvCWokGXxorn97ftufVCmTbEZMiEfEfy2X49LiPuqbHwIN5ayAZeHA63nxh383ei4YnXI_3V0aU45kqRC6KM_doj5_tOIb-V9nXVL3cp4RyCNSHhMoSzBokuELBtGcwDjA4_5vHk/s1600-h/IMG_4486.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8UidMvCWokGXxorn97ftufVCmTbEZMiEfEfy2X49LiPuqbHwIN5ayAZeHA63nxh383ei4YnXI_3V0aU45kqRC6KM_doj5_tOIb-V9nXVL3cp4RyCNSHhMoSzBokuELBtGcwDjA4_5vHk/s320/IMG_4486.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300148407147816674" /></a><br />We got to have Leah while Brad and Tahsha went crusing. We have had so much fun with her. She is telling her Mom and Dad, "Love You"<div><div><br /></div></div>Nana and Papahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01330319727927579848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665494990159126188.post-36666733056263883462008-08-24T03:24:00.000-07:002008-08-24T03:31:39.477-07:00<div>This is a great picture of Leah. </div><div><br /></div><div>Tahsha and Brad took another trip to Alaska and we got to watch Leah. (This is like Tahsah's forth trip to Alaska where she sits on the bank of the river and reads a book. This time, "Breaking Dawn". She says that sometimes the bugs are bad. Man do I feel sorry for her.) </div><div><br /></div><div>We also had Toby for some of the time. We had so much fun. We went shopping, to the Animal Shelter, played outside etc. Tahsha was so worried about Leah sleeping, but she slept all night every night. She is a delight. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguiKA6x3exHD1gT5InUYCx0pvYGns6qfReEFz_gSDfb7hvYXnxP4B5FgRx8hUOifYFABlY2O8nd-zkkln2b-h-X8obOQrUpjOJegQhqOtraLat2rRkwbrSQAZearSL0BKKenYBCgUmemo/s1600-h/DSC_0188_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguiKA6x3exHD1gT5InUYCx0pvYGns6qfReEFz_gSDfb7hvYXnxP4B5FgRx8hUOifYFABlY2O8nd-zkkln2b-h-X8obOQrUpjOJegQhqOtraLat2rRkwbrSQAZearSL0BKKenYBCgUmemo/s320/DSC_0188_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238028421225827522" /></a>Nana and Papahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01330319727927579848noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665494990159126188.post-27486162513152374532008-08-17T22:22:00.000-07:002008-08-17T22:24:37.765-07:00<div>We went fishing at Deer Creek with Neil and Pat Sorensen. Susan caught 10 fish. I caught 1. It was a good day fishing.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhajGBFaH-aErMViA8Hktmc4D95ait0udGupAY3Qfuvm3UJ-xjSbhfqS8p7L6sWSMHD12IWHkm0q3F44-FNHSaBb7Ovki31p3q526PoN5uAKS3-2d_cZvIbXETFRn0FNxNXV8QubPjoeIQ/s1600-h/IMG_3937_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhajGBFaH-aErMViA8Hktmc4D95ait0udGupAY3Qfuvm3UJ-xjSbhfqS8p7L6sWSMHD12IWHkm0q3F44-FNHSaBb7Ovki31p3q526PoN5uAKS3-2d_cZvIbXETFRn0FNxNXV8QubPjoeIQ/s320/IMG_3937_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235724072966462466" /></a>Nana and Papahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01330319727927579848noreply@blogger.com1