We had these done today at fotofly... The best place ever! It is the best way to capture professional pictures of your little ones. We had a fun time. Noelle put on a show as she always does. I would also like to thank Lolavie for donating the hair accessories to this photo-shoot.
April 22, 2011
On April 22, 201l, Noelle and I tagged along with the Marz family to Zion for some hiking. The weather was perfect and the scenery was even better. Noelle was once again the center of attention among her auntie-cousins. We all had a wonderful time.
Riding the shuttle bus to the top
|Noelle is really starting to fill out her back pack... It might be time for an upgrade.|
|Kevin and Aubry...pdf|
|Hiking is hard work|
|The Marz Family... Brad and Wendy.. Where are you???|
April 17, 2011
You are growing up so fast, as usual. I have to buy new pajamas weekly. You have as much personality as you have always had. We are now settled into our home in St. George and you are loving it. Not only do you constantly want to be on the "jump jump", but you have the undying attention of the senior citizens everywhere we go... especially Cafe Rio and the Rec Center pool. They are a sucker for your insatiable "Hi!" and cheesy grin. We are still waiting for you to go through the "Stranger Danger" phase, but nay you are more likely to stay in their arms than you are to stay in mine.
You still only have two teeth, although I claim anytime you are grumpy that you are teething. You must be working on some amazing pearly whites. Micky Mouse Clubhouse is the show of choice and you can now spot Micky where ever we go. You love to read books and draw. We just bought you crayons... which you ate., so maybe we will try those a little later. You can point to all the correct facial features when asked. You especially like Nose and Eyebrows, so your dad and I are constantly having little Noelle fingers in are eyes and up our noses. You still love hiding places and dogs. You are currently perfecting your animal noises, arf!! moo!! rawrr!! quack!! Once a week we walk down the street to see the horses and cows. Sometimes we are lucky and get to see the horse trainer out with the horses. He always lets us pet them. You are still making friends in our new neighborhood, but you love to see little Oliver at church. I love when you help me with laundry and dishes. It's nice to have my little friend by my side. Dad and I love your voluntary hugs and kisses, and especially when you give little loving caresses to faces. I can't wait to see what next month brings.
These are a Few of your Favorite Things
|Playing near the river|
|Wearing Mommy's shoes|
|Petting the animals|
|Brushing your teeth... you remind us daily|
|Hiding in your fort.|
April 15, 2011
April 12, 2011
I wasn't going to talk about my accident on my blog, mainly due the fact that I feel that everyone who knows me has been encompassed with this story, just as much as I have. But, I feel that this event has shaped my life incredibly and ultimately brought me where I am today.
*Beware of the images seen in this post, they may be gruesome. I am completely serious about this disclaimer!
On October 18th, 2006, my parents, sisters, and I took a trip to the Little Valley Sand Dunes near Green River to ride our 4 wheelers. I was in school at the University of Utah, finishing up my degree. I had just transferred from Utah State University and was living at my parents house. I had recently broken up with my boyfriend, which actually prompted this family vacation. We had been 4 wheeling for years, riding in almost every park in Utah (where atv's were allowed), mainly on trials and occasionally on dunes. Out of the 3 girls, my sisters, Tiffany and Jessica, were the more aggressive riders. Jessica and her adventurous/ competitive spirit always wanted to be a the front. While I much preferred to hang in back and enjoy the ride and the surroundings. We had been having a wonderful weekend riding, playing games, campfires, and girl talk. We have always been very close.
We moved camp to a new location on Saturday night to begin our ride on Sunday morning. My mom wasn't feeling well so she stayed in the motor-home while my dad took my sisters and I for a ride on the sand dunes. My dad led the way, Jessica, then Tiffany, and I in back, of course. I wish I could give a wonderful description of the cool morning air on my face and the smell of the sand, but honestly, I do not remember that Sunday morning. I don't remember breakfast or getting on my 4 wheeler. I don't remember the shape of the dunes or the trial. I don't remember the accident at all. I have flashes of memory that I have combined with pictures and family witness to create this story.
On Sunday, October 20th, 2006, my father found me sitting in the sand next to my four wheeler, a trial of gear behind me where I had come to a stop. Helmet, gloves, ipod. My hands covering my mouth, I looked to my dad. I was bleeding profusely. No one saw the accident, it took a couple of minutes for them to realize I wasn't with them. I am not sure how long I had been there. I am told not long at all. My dad still doesn't like to talk about that day, or what he saw when he found me. From my injuries, we suppose that I anticipated a shallow valley from one dune cornice to the bottom. This one, unlike the others, was incredibly deep, creating a bowl. My speed was too fast and when I tried to ride it out to the bottom, the front of my four wheeler hit the sand flinging my hips into the handle bars ( I must have been standing). The shield on my helmet pushed back exposing my face, my mouth hitting the metal grid on top of the ATV, lacerating my lip, knocking out my six upper teeth, and breaking my bottom four in half.
|One week after the accident|