tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783307268497546492024-02-20T06:59:35.957-08:00The Dynamic TrioBrandi Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448noreply@blogger.comBlogger98125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-35163688117002712822010-06-24T23:09:00.000-07:002010-09-14T01:05:42.188-07:00Our Blog Has Moved!I've decided blogger and i don't get along. So instead of throwing in the towel i've created a new blog. The new address is <a href="http://www.sethandbrandi.com/"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>www.sethandbrandi.com</strong></span></a>. <br />
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Why are you still reading this? GO! =)Brandi Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-63378522819545795022010-06-15T13:06:00.000-07:002010-06-15T14:34:41.410-07:00Throwing Away Sister is Not the Answer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Have you ever in your life seen such a beautiful little girl? <span style="font-size: x-small;">(Note: i did not pose her.)</span> This is typical sweet little Gracie loving her Minnie.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;">(Both pictures were taken on my phone, so they're a bit fuzzy)</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I am a very neat and clean person. People who know me call me OCD on crack. So even though Nicci is 4 years old i still expect her to keep her room very neat and clean after the day is done. Today i was in there making sure she was cleaning up correctly (<em>rather than hiding stuff in Gracie's bed</em>) and i picked up a mound of blankets to find suckers. <em>Sticky, half eaten suckers</em> just WAITING to be devoured by ants and roaches. This was our conversation. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Me- Nicci! What the heck is this?!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: purple;">Nicci</span>- (puts on fake shocked look) I have NO idea! Who in the world?!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Me- (oh please.) You were eating these the other day. Did you put these under here?</span><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: purple;">Nicci</span>- Mommy. I'm a big girl. I don't do that. (flips her head and walks off)</span></div><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Me- Nicole! This is not ok. First, i know you're lieing and that makes me sad, and second, you're being rude.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: purple;">Nicci</span>- Sorry. It's not my fault friends make me do things.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Me- (ohhhhh here we go) Oh, ok. So let me get this straight. Your friends MADE you put half eaten suckers under your blankets?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: purple;">Nicci</span>- Yes mommy! And they made me put the gum on the curtains too! ...Those are some bad friends Mommy. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Me- (Excuse me?!! Gum on the curtains?! And sidenote- her friends are very GOOD kids) </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Nicole....I will give you to the count of 5 to tell me the truth. If you lie about the suckers OR the gum i will throw away your princess tent. (her tent is her <em>life</em>.) </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: purple;">Nicci</span>- (staring blankly at me) ....</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Me- 1 ... 2... 3...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: purple;">Nicci</span>- ok... so there's a small possibility....</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Me- (loudly) 4 ....</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: purple;">Nicci</span>- FINE! It was me! I sucked the suckers and put them under the blanket and stole gum from your purse and made a Christmas tree on the curtains! (tears were flowing) Don't throw away my tent Mommy. Throw Gracie away!! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Me- (trying very hard not to laugh hysterically.) Wait a second...why would i throw your sister away?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: purple;">Nicci</span>- Because she makes me crazy! I wouldn't be so bad if she wasn't here. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Me- Don't blame your baby sister! Besides, I think that'd make Gracie really sad if she heard you say that.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: purple;">Nicci</span>- Ya. Good point, (sniffling) i'll keep her, don't worry.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Me- This room needs to stay clean Nicci or you'll have bugs all over in here. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: purple;">Nicci</span>- Well if Gracie wasn't in here it wouldn't smell stinky. Tell her that k? Or i'll count to 5 and throw her away!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Me- (Deep breath. It's time for a talk. <em>and a nap</em>.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Needless to say we had a very long talk about taking responsibility for our actions and how lieing hurts people. I really think she understood and genuinely felt bad for lieing. It's progress! I love Nicci. She has such a huge heart and loves to <em>no end</em>, but she can also be the biggest stinker!! <em>And i love it</em>. :)</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Times;">Nicci really does adore her little sister. I promise. *-)</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/TBfxSCxPwRI/AAAAAAAAD3E/kNdIEJqWzXY/s1600/30180_10150192495860444_853665443_13037734_7521899_n_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/TBfxSCxPwRI/AAAAAAAAD3E/kNdIEJqWzXY/s400/30180_10150192495860444_853665443_13037734_7521899_n_2.jpg" width="345" /></a></div>Brandi Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-39037792877347781892010-05-09T23:57:00.000-07:002010-05-10T13:27:20.706-07:00Mother, i love you.<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">My friend posted this on her blog and it touched me so deeply i felt the need to share it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Nicci sang "Mother, i Love You" with the primary in church today for her<em> very first time</em> - it literally <em>made</em> my Mother's Day. Also, Seth and Nicci <span style="font-size: x-small;">(and Gracie!)</span> made a very special gift for me that i will <em>treasure forever</em>. Seth has spoiled me all weekend and has not only made sure i felt pampered but <em>more importantly</em> he really helped me understand his real love for me. We had some very sacred moments that i will cherish in my heart for the rest of my life. ... I'm undeserving of the life i'm living, but so grateful for the unconditional love i'm shown as a mother. It is by far the single most important thing i will ever do, and it brings me more joy than i know how to express. I am so thankful for these two beautiful angels who make every day <em>a perfect one.</em></span><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I am the luckiest mom.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S-eqtHVPYFI/AAAAAAAADz8/cwURAWx5Ihk/s1600/IMG_2815.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S-eqtHVPYFI/AAAAAAAADz8/cwURAWx5Ihk/s640/IMG_2815.JPG" tt="true" width="428" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S-hV57oikDI/AAAAAAAAD0U/4mWiQrdOWYo/s1600/IMG_0507.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S-hV57oikDI/AAAAAAAAD0U/4mWiQrdOWYo/s400/IMG_0507.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">AND, <em>i am the luckiest daughter.</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S-ez6hjgnZI/AAAAAAAAD0M/zbyg2jpevmY/s640/meandmom.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /> </span></div><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Today i thought a lot about how much i love and deeply admire my mother. I am thankful for my mom who was home <em>every day</em> when i got home from school, who played the piano for hours with me by her side singing along, who taught me that being honest is far more important than anything else, who showed me through example that service is the road to true happiness, who would comfort me with the song "You are My Sunshine" <span style="font-size: x-small;">(and still does),</span> who i would find in a special spot behind the couch praying to our Father in Heaven in the late hours of the night, who read Christmas stories with me by candlelight every night in December, who loves God first then others, who was worried more about paying a full tithe than having money, ...who loved me when no one else in the world did. I am thankful for who my mom is. For who she stands for. And for the love she shows without having to say a single word. </span><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Happy Mother's Day to me <span style="font-size: small;">(and you)</span>! And Happy Mother's Day to the most beautiful<em> (inside and out)</em> mother and special grandmother there ever was, <em>MY MOM</em>.</span></div></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Brandi Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-67120954770731543942010-05-06T12:45:00.000-07:002010-05-09T18:02:41.352-07:00She said YES.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S-MdPTFXnOI/AAAAAAAADwU/OxIgHTNzWlk/s1600/IMG_1257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S-MdPTFXnOI/AAAAAAAADwU/OxIgHTNzWlk/s400/IMG_1257.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Five years ago today this handsome man woke me up at 4am and had me hike to the very top of Sunrise mountain, directly above the temple <span style="font-size: x-small;">(where we were married three months later)</span> where he knelt on one knee with tears in his eyes and asked me to spend the rest of eternity by his side. I'll never forget how sure and confident he was...his hand didn't have the slightest shake and surprisingly enough my heart wasn't fluttering in nervousness. Instead, my heart was racing with excitement and his smile was bigger than i'd ever seen it. I was happier at that moment than i ever had been up until that very second. I couldn't believe that the man i loved more than life would share his entire life <em>and beyond</em> with little ol' me. BEST decision i ever made was saying <em>yes</em>.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">We have not only been so blessed with <em>each other,</em> but we have also been blessed with these two beautiful girls who have brought us closer together and happier than we <em>ever</em> thought possible.</span><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">I married my best friend. And i'm so glad.</span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S-Me3GC3GUI/AAAAAAAADxE/wzTU1XyUb6Y/s640/IMG_2546.JPG" tt="true" width="404" /></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S-dZ__D7OeI/AAAAAAAADyE/hzwya3oosQ4/s1600/IMG_2719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S-dZ__D7OeI/AAAAAAAADyE/hzwya3oosQ4/s640/IMG_2719.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"> The greatest blessings in our lives are<em> right here</em>.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S-MZkmYLa5I/AAAAAAAADwM/SjklsDz9QFo/s1600/camera1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><img border="0" height="448" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S-MZkmYLa5I/AAAAAAAADwM/SjklsDz9QFo/s640/camera1.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">"She said YES, and I said WOW, she said when, and I said how about right now! Love can't wait, then i asked if she believed in fate, and she said YES!"</span></em></div>Brandi Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-13040075401373366242010-04-13T10:02:00.000-07:002010-04-13T10:39:32.749-07:004 Going on 14<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">My little Nicci is quite the character. She turns 4 next month and she thinks she's got the world all figured out. 95% of the time the things she will do and say are absolutely hilarious. But the other 5% can be a bit scary...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Nicci- Mommy, do i have to live here forever?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Me- Absolutely not! When you graduate high school you can go away to college if you want.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Nicci- But i want to go to high school now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Me- Trust me Nicci. You do not want to go to high school.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Nicci- Why?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Me- Because...(thinking of a way to explain in 4 year old language) ... you just don't. Enjoy being little sweetheart, </span><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">you'll grow up way too fast, and one day you will want to be 4 again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Nicci- Mommy it's ok. (gives me a huge hug and a kiss on my arm)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Me- Thanks Nicci. It does make mommy a little sad you're growing up so fast.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Nicci- (Rolling her eyes and walking away)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Me- What?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Nicci- Mommy. I'm not sorry i'm growing into a big girl. I'm sorry you don't have friends. But i will be different. I love so many friends! They will all live here when i go to college!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Me- UM. First of all. Who said i don't have friends...I have friends... (a bit hesitated, lets be honest) and second, your friends will not be living here when you go to college sweetheart.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Nicci- Remember mommy. We don't lie. Telling the truth makes Grandma and Jesus happy. Remember that? I need to go to high school to learn how to be a mommy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">Me- They don't teach you that in high school. You learn that in church, and at home...and from Grandma and from me!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Nicci- Oh boy...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Me- (Walking downstairs and under my breath) Oh Nicci. You will be my little girl forever... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Nicci- Sorry Mom. (oh, so i'm <em>mom</em> now?) Hey. I got a dea! (that's how she says 'idea')</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Me- What's that?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Nicci- I could go live with Grandma in high school! And my friends could stay here! Sounds like a plan Mommy! (gives me a huge smile)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Me- Haha. You should tell Grandma your "dea". (lol)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Nicci- Ok! She'll be so happy! (squealing in delight)</span><br />
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<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">The funny thing is she went and got the house phone and i had no idea. I walked upstairs a little while later to find the phone on the floor. I picked it up and it said 21:18. She had hit redial and left a 21 minute message on my mom's answering machine. lol. I'm so sorry Mom. My daughter is 4 going on 14. :(</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="left"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">On the other hand. This beautiful creature is being held A LOT lately. Maybe if i hold her forever she won't grow up so fast. </span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I can dream right?</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div>Brandi Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-32723879092197041932010-04-08T16:45:00.000-07:002010-04-13T10:31:05.029-07:00Girls. Girls. and more Girls.<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">We love our girls in this house, <em>it's no secret</em>. </span><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Oh, i absolutely love my girls. I can not imagine being any happier than i am<em> right now</em>. </span></div>Brandi Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-1129157467015434872010-03-31T19:01:00.000-07:002010-04-08T23:54:23.820-07:00my obsession.<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I've always had a passion for photography. Seth told me a while ago he wanted to get me a nice camera so i could <em>really </em>take pictures. It finally happened. <em>And i'm in love.</em> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">{Here's some practice pictures i've taken lately.}</span><br />
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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="428" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P51yJBJqI/AAAAAAAADcA/e9PNjriMtDI/s640/IMG_0276.JPG" width="640" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P6BTPJAdI/AAAAAAAADcI/8B6dJE476uo/s1600/IMG_0277.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="428" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P6BTPJAdI/AAAAAAAADcI/8B6dJE476uo/s640/IMG_0277.JPG" width="640" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P6KzMWXCI/AAAAAAAADcQ/AnTQYaLcwdE/s1600/IMG_0309.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="292" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P6KzMWXCI/AAAAAAAADcQ/AnTQYaLcwdE/s400/IMG_0309.JPG" width="400" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P6UwlZwWI/AAAAAAAADcY/Z3B1Z7rEWpo/s1600/IMG_0103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P6UwlZwWI/AAAAAAAADcY/Z3B1Z7rEWpo/s640/IMG_0103.JPG" width="428" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P6kRTxEbI/AAAAAAAADcg/zgz8plsaCUg/s1600/IMG_0247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I think she's <em>precious</em> when she cries.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P6ulEJZ_I/AAAAAAAADco/y1zGz5gAEeE/s1600/IMG_0312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P6ulEJZ_I/AAAAAAAADco/y1zGz5gAEeE/s400/IMG_0312.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Typical sweet little Nicci. When she gets in trouble she gives <em>this</em> look and it <em>melts.your.heart.</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P63pZzG0I/AAAAAAAADcw/C29pgN6yQYs/s1600/IMG_3761.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="428" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S7P63pZzG0I/AAAAAAAADcw/C29pgN6yQYs/s640/IMG_3761.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I only have one complaint about my beautiful camera. It <em>can't</em> seem to capture how cute these girls <em>really</em> are. </span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">It just might be... <em>impossible.</em></span></div>Brandi Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-90065547187280781072010-03-28T11:27:00.000-07:002010-04-08T23:58:08.567-07:00Hello.I'm not a very good blogger i've decided. My apologies.<br />
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Many people have been asking for updates on Gracie. Let me just say, she is the definition of perfection. She and Nicci have such an incredible bond that continues to melt my heart. Now we understand why we felt so strongly to have her when we did...these girls need each other. Gracie has been having seizures daily since she was born. The doctor found out that her thyroid is present and functioning, so her Congenital Hypothyroidism could quite possibly be stemming from her brain. (This also may be connected to her seizures.) To be honest, we don't have any comforting or concrete answers yet, but over the duration of the next couple weeks she will have extensive testing and hopefully we will get some answers. In the meantime, we are just loving and enjoying having each other and such a beautiful family. There are a million pictures i need to post, but as usual i don't have the energy or the time to do that right now <span style="font-size: x-small;">(Although i promise that i will soon)...</span> But here are just a couple sweet moments captured during our wonderful lives lately...<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Gracie Lyn Rasmussen- blessed on March 21, 2010</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S6uezDqT7XI/AAAAAAAADZc/vgBS8SWpmwY/s1600/Gracie%27s+blessing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="428" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S6uezDqT7XI/AAAAAAAADZc/vgBS8SWpmwY/s640/Gracie%27s+blessing.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">The girls were getting ready for bed and sweet Aunt Kaity brought over some cute hair accessories, and Nicci insisted on taking a picture with her sister. So tender.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S6-RUB9OTdI/AAAAAAAADZw/T2WRkDv2fnk/s1600/IMG_2918.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S6-RUB9OTdI/AAAAAAAADZw/T2WRkDv2fnk/s640/IMG_2918.JPG" width="450" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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This is a picture of the greatest big sister there ever was.<br />
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And SHE has surpassed cute. She's just edible.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Three generations of beautiful.<br />
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</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>"I'm going to have to chew on the side of my binky since no one will put it in my mouth the right way..."</em><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S6-RsiBtdkI/AAAAAAAADaA/a2ApjPJKUOA/s1600/IMG_2931.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="428" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S6-RsiBtdkI/AAAAAAAADaA/a2ApjPJKUOA/s640/IMG_2931.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I'm a little bias but i think we're the cutest couple around. :)</div></div></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S6-b3A8DRhI/AAAAAAAADaY/iEkTrTCWVag/s1600/GracieBlessing+201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="536" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S6-b3A8DRhI/AAAAAAAADaY/iEkTrTCWVag/s640/GracieBlessing+201.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">We are so blessed. <em>There are no words.</em></div>Brandi Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-9489712008373143942010-03-06T14:59:00.000-08:002010-03-06T15:07:37.209-08:00On a Happier Note<div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I get to stare at this beautiful piece of heaven <em>every second of everyday</em>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Gracie was diagnosed with Congenital Hypothyroidism. Her thyroid is underdeveloped and fails to produce or release the thyroid hormone. This can cause her brain and body not to develop normally, and is the leading cause of retardation. ... We were told she'll be on medication her whole life, and monitored closely every month through invasive tests for the next 5 years-minimum. We are praying so hard that the medication over time will prevent her from not developing correctly, mentally and physically, but we are afraid they didn't start treatment soon enough. Please keep our sweet Gracie Lyn in your prayers. <span style="font-size: x-small;">(and her mommy and daddy.)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">"No pain that we suffer, no trial that we experience is wasted. It ministers to our education, to the development of such qualities as patience, faith, fortitude and humility. All that we suffer and all that we endure, especially when we endure it patiently, builds up our characters, purifies our hearts, expands our souls, and makes us more tender and charitable, more worthy to be called the children of God . . . and it is through sorrow and suffering, toil and tribulation, that we gain the education that we come here to acquire and which will make us more like our Father and Mother in heaven." </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>-Orson F. Whitney</em></span></div>Brandi Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-87630360688800132912010-02-13T21:58:00.000-08:002010-02-13T22:09:28.663-08:00Three Short Years Ago...<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">we were at Primary Children's hospital with our sweet little Nicci while she recovered from reconstructive skull surgery. I have already posted about it including pictures (click<em><span style="color: #a64d79;"> </span></em><a href="http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/2008/02/1-year-today-since-niccis-surgery.html"><em><span style="color: #a64d79;">HERE</span></em></a> to see it) but we can't help but remember at this time of year how very blessed we were at that time. It's overwhelming. We thank our Father in Heaven every day for watching over us and our little daughter during that difficult time in our lives. Nicci has a Dr. appointment soon to schedule her next surgery, and we know she will be strong and wonderful just like she was the first time. Three years later...our little girl is more beautiful than ever.</span><br />
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</div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Life is beautiful.</span></em></div></div></div>Brandi Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-40981410957370545922010-01-03T12:23:00.000-08:002010-01-03T12:55:32.766-08:00Jesus Wants Me For a Sunbeam<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S0D5jk4MYCI/AAAAAAAADV0/rJiO0ESELd0/s1600-h/IMG_6815.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/S0D5jk4MYCI/AAAAAAAADV0/rJiO0ESELd0/s400/IMG_6815.JPG" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was too exhausted and large to get into a dress this morning and go to church, which is absolutely breaking my heart. I wanted to take my little girl to Sunbeams, but good thing she has a wonderful Daddy who would love more than anything to walk his little girl to her first day of Sunbeams. <span style="font-size: x-small;">(I married <em>such</em> a wonderful man.)</span> I snapped this picture as they were walking out the door and i think i will frame it and keep it forever. I love these two more than words can explain.<br />
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</div>Brandi Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-77259847168472766172009-12-14T22:08:00.000-08:002009-12-14T22:20:28.929-08:00Prego Update.<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Im feeling very large and ready to meet my little girl. I'm 32 weeks. My kidney is feeling like a dull ache these days. Heartburn is out of control. My lungs are squished. Gracie loves to stretch out as much as possible and the majority of the time my stomach is shifting from one side to another. Seth and i love to watch my belly morphe into crazy positions. It's feeling more and more real that Nicci will soon have a sister and she is SO excited. I'm trying to cherish every moment, even the less enjoyable ones. Watching and feeling our family grow is incredible beyond words. There's nothing like it. I'm so grateful for my strong and hard working husband. I'm so glad we have our little family and live the most incredible life together. I used to think that traveling and taking random vacations with my husband would make me so happy, but the truth is, i'd take my heartburn, watching my belly shift, and little girl's laughter, sticky hands, and hugs ANY day over seeing the world. Why would i want to walk out my front door when i have the <em>WHOLE WORLD</em> within the walls of my own home. I'm one lucky girl.</span><br />
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</span>Brandi Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-45459094875778542462009-11-09T16:02:00.000-08:002009-11-09T16:47:52.258-08:00I've Been Thinking...of getting rid of our blog. I feel like i don't have the time or desire to keep it updated and i spend all my time on our family albums (which are insanely cute by the way) and our home videos. Maybe i can put links up to the albums or something...i don't know. Is it really worth it? I have so many cute pictures and so many memories i want to share but it just takes so long to put them on the blog. I'd much rather spend the time with my kids and my sweetheart writing in our journals and recording it all in our albums than on my computer discussing my inner most feelings and latest fun times with the world. On the other hand it's fun to share ridiculously cute pictures of your kids and great times with the family. So im stuck. Ive tried turning my blog into a book but i found another program i like better to do our family albums, so that's not an option. What do you think? Do i throw in the towel, or is there an option i'm missing?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">C'mon. I can't post without including a picture of this beautiful girl...<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SviwWq7-9yI/AAAAAAAADD0/jPq1cjFawfk/s1600-h/Mom%27s+camera+%282%29+128.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SviwWq7-9yI/AAAAAAAADD0/jPq1cjFawfk/s320/Mom%27s+camera+%282%29+128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402261656560400162" border="0" /></a>Brandi Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-79311701728318252232009-10-22T22:49:00.000-07:002009-10-24T15:44:20.210-07:00:)<div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">You are my Sunshine</span>
<br /><style="text-align:><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SuFFVMQgrmI/AAAAAAAADC8/vkDXt_f1jyw/s1600-h/9424_318242025610_503245610_9665039_7837497_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395670058936610402" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SuFFVMQgrmI/AAAAAAAADC8/vkDXt_f1jyw/s320/9424_318242025610_503245610_9665039_7837497_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >my only Sunshine...</span> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SuFFW3G5g0I/AAAAAAAADDc/bAgCiRKznWo/s1600-h/Mom%27s+camera+%282%29+175.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395670087618888514" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SuFFW3G5g0I/AAAAAAAADDc/bAgCiRKznWo/s320/Mom%27s+camera+%282%29+175.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >You make me happy</span> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SuFFVY4PmBI/AAAAAAAADDE/17IX7S1-wf0/s1600-h/9424_318242015610_503245610_9665037_6859106_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395670062324488210" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SuFFVY4PmBI/AAAAAAAADDE/17IX7S1-wf0/s320/9424_318242015610_503245610_9665037_6859106_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >when skies are grey.</span> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SuOAhE7fIRI/AAAAAAAADDs/OBOJLNGm8cY/s1600-h/Mom%27s+camera+%282%29+328.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SuOAhE7fIRI/AAAAAAAADDs/OBOJLNGm8cY/s320/Mom%27s+camera+%282%29+328.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396298084267270418" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >You'll never know dear</span> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SuFFWcPDsJI/AAAAAAAADDU/LUsecLFtNBM/s1600-h/Mom%27s+camera+%282%29+207.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395670080405352594" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SuFFWcPDsJI/AAAAAAAADDU/LUsecLFtNBM/s320/Mom%27s+camera+%282%29+207.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >how much i love you...</span> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SuFFVsuSrYI/AAAAAAAADDM/ndlH33zD_nA/s1600-h/9424_318242010610_503245610_9665036_2995246_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395670067651456386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 246px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SuFFVsuSrYI/AAAAAAAADDM/ndlH33zD_nA/s320/9424_318242010610_503245610_9665036_2995246_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Please don't take my Sunshine away!</span> </style="text-align:></div>Brandi Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-19789249150174291882009-10-05T22:33:00.000-07:002009-10-05T22:39:08.802-07:00Baby Bump :)<div style="text-align: center;">This was taken with my phone so the quality isn't great but, yay, i have a bump. :)<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SsrXnHTjX-I/AAAAAAAADC0/T-KnWShKcU4/s1600-h/prego+20+weeks.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SsrXnHTjX-I/AAAAAAAADC0/T-KnWShKcU4/s320/prego+20+weeks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389356971078148066" border="0" /></a>Brandi Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-22794207419108079992009-09-15T18:03:00.001-07:002009-09-15T18:10:25.222-07:00Proud Mama!Our baby learned to write her name today!! I know being<span style="font-style: italic;"> proud</span> isn't always good...but today i couldn't help it. :) Way to go Nicci!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SrA5na4_j3I/AAAAAAAADCs/YyrM4A8NMOA/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SrA5na4_j3I/AAAAAAAADCs/YyrM4A8NMOA/s400/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381864904103792498" border="0" /></a>Brandi Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-6983882456790577192009-09-09T10:57:00.000-07:002009-09-09T22:19:56.525-07:00Lost and Found<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">These pictures were taken about a year ago and i just found them on my friend's computer. It made me laugh! Nicci is such a sweet little character and i couldn't help but share these three pictures that absolutely made my day.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SqfviftVxSI/AAAAAAAADCk/JvhrptWRuGg/s1600-h/DH000382.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379531655823607074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SqfviftVxSI/AAAAAAAADCk/JvhrptWRuGg/s400/DH000382.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SqftyEm3OwI/AAAAAAAADCc/aMPpJ2bQVao/s1600-h/DH000378.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379529724403333890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SqftyEm3OwI/AAAAAAAADCc/aMPpJ2bQVao/s400/DH000378.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sqftxm6kgGI/AAAAAAAADCU/LkyI0mLHGGA/s1600-h/DH000381.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379529716432928866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sqftxm6kgGI/AAAAAAAADCU/LkyI0mLHGGA/s400/DH000381.jpg" border="0" /></a>Brandi Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-30184142479326522742009-09-01T20:55:00.001-07:002009-12-04T16:47:27.805-08:00Our "Girls" Are Growing Up!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sp3uK7tl1RI/AAAAAAAADCM/T-JIzjeDFwc/s1600-h/Nicci%27s+first+day+of+school+009.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376715401745257746" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sp3uK7tl1RI/AAAAAAAADCM/T-JIzjeDFwc/s320/Nicci%27s+first+day+of+school+009.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 240px;" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">You might have caught on through the title but we are happy to announce that <span style="color: magenta; font-size: 130%;">we are having another GIRL!!!</span> Not only that, but today was Nicci's first day of school! We have her enrolled in a Montessori preschool full time and she is loving it. It was such an emotional day realizing that my baby has officially started her school years. Nicci is growing up so fast and will make such a precious big sister and will be a huge help to Mommy!! We took a few pictures today and being the pregnant tired mommy i am right now, i stayed comfortable in my pajamas and cried all my makeup off before we left the house! Today was such a special day...i will cherish the memories forever.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Seth gave Nicci her very first father's blessing for school! By the end of the blessing my eyes were puffy and i had never been so in love with these two.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Nicci was excited to wear her new shirt to school! There's nothing like the smell of new clothes on the first day of school. Doesn't she just look so darn precious?!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Nicci with her amazing teacher Miss Lacie!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Nicci made two very good friends today. Kenzie and Ava. So cute.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">We were so proud of our big girl today! We took her to iHop to celebrate her first day of school. She was such a big girl. She wanted to sit on her own side and she ordered all by herself and showed us how good she was coloring inside the lines. :) When did she get so independent?<br />
</div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sp3tq8eX0jI/AAAAAAAADBk/1g0eE9r_HxI/s1600-h/preschool+4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376714852194046514" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sp3tq8eX0jI/AAAAAAAADBk/1g0eE9r_HxI/s400/preschool+4.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 133px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">I'm so proud of my Nicci-D. No matter what, she will always be my little girl.<br />
</div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sp3tqJpyicI/AAAAAAAADBc/7GGCOXfA54M/s1600-h/Nicci%27s+first+day+of+school+022.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376714838551726530" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sp3tqJpyicI/AAAAAAAADBc/7GGCOXfA54M/s400/Nicci%27s+first+day+of+school+022.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>Brandi Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-26014853990180189102009-07-31T14:24:00.001-07:002009-07-31T14:24:43.164-07:00Our Little Fishy<div align="left"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnNeCrVX_BI/AAAAAAAADAw/UCDt-KKYLng/s1600-h/PICTURES+140.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364734981213518866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnNeCrVX_BI/AAAAAAAADAw/UCDt-KKYLng/s320/PICTURES+140.JPG" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Earlier this summer Nicci took swimming lessons and it was a really good experience. Since Nicci was born she has loved the water so we decided when she turned three that it was time to teach her how to survive in the water! She had a lot of fun and learned to listen to her teacher...(kinda)!<br /><br />I'm very proud of the progress she has made! Last week she accidently fell in without her swimmies and she held her breath and never stopped kicking! We got her out of the water but she almost had her head above before we did!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJcDajcCgI/AAAAAAAADAY/2EwcFbaMZZk/s1600-h/PICTURES+161.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364451319889005058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJcDajcCgI/AAAAAAAADAY/2EwcFbaMZZk/s320/PICTURES+161.JPG" /> <p align="center"></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nicci had a bad habit of escaping her class...</span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJcC9l_vkI/AAAAAAAADAQ/GOKrMdaOx3I/s1600-h/PICTURES+181.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364451312115105346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJcC9l_vkI/AAAAAAAADAQ/GOKrMdaOx3I/s320/PICTURES+181.JPG" /></a><br />The first thing Nicci would do when she woke up was put on her swimming suit, eat, and then patiently wait for swimming class. It was so cute.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJa1eVghZI/AAAAAAAAC_4/da_djyzqL6w/s1600-h/PICTURES+311.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364449980874524050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJa1eVghZI/AAAAAAAAC_4/da_djyzqL6w/s320/PICTURES+311.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJa2d8rCfI/AAAAAAAADAI/AykdT7s0V74/s1600-h/PICTURES+306.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364449997950224882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJa2d8rCfI/AAAAAAAADAI/AykdT7s0V74/s320/PICTURES+306.JPG" /></a><br />I could squeeze her until she pops.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJa14HANNI/AAAAAAAADAA/U38shXgNl8c/s1600-h/PICTURES+265.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364449987793007826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJa14HANNI/AAAAAAAADAA/U38shXgNl8c/s320/PICTURES+265.JPG" /></a><br />STORY TIME. The swim class was for two weeks and from the very beginning Nicci would refer to <em>everyone </em>as "her friends", even the older kids. Well the older kids, (particularly these two girls) were so mean to her. They would make fun of her right to her face and Nicci was so confused...and i was angry. I never said anything because that would make it worse obviously, but everyday i would go home in tears. Watching my little girl try to be friends with everyone and then <em>rejected </em>right to her face for no reason was pain i had never felt. Nicci is a sweet kid so everyday she just continued to be nice. Well, three days before the end of the class, all of a sudden these girls wanted to be friends with Nicci. They came early just to play with her before class and then stay late to play with her after. It was the most incredible example to me of unconditional kindness and love. I watched Nicci continue to get made fun of and laughed at...and all the while she was still smiling, being kind, and trying to be friends. And then low and behold, these girls had a change of heart. It was a cool experience. I absolutely adore my little girl. :)<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJXfjOfzwI/AAAAAAAAC_w/5HHsyeEy8TM/s1600-h/PICTURES+174.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364446305695289090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJXfjOfzwI/AAAAAAAAC_w/5HHsyeEy8TM/s320/PICTURES+174.JPG" /></a><br />After swim class Nicci's favorite thing to do was go to my parent's house and show off all her new skills to Grandma and Grandpa! It was such a fun two weeks.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJXfLL2pjI/AAAAAAAAC_o/nDUTTKqShMU/s1600-h/PICTURES+189.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364446299241752114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJXfLL2pjI/AAAAAAAAC_o/nDUTTKqShMU/s320/PICTURES+189.JPG" /></a><br />No swimmies...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJXegtDn8I/AAAAAAAAC_g/CnYGto7Ljm8/s1600-h/PICTURES+222.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364446287838289858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJXegtDn8I/AAAAAAAAC_g/CnYGto7Ljm8/s320/PICTURES+222.JPG" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJWUNkIJ5I/AAAAAAAAC_Y/sim9CWEfswo/s1600-h/PICTURES+227.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364445011390244754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJWUNkIJ5I/AAAAAAAAC_Y/sim9CWEfswo/s320/PICTURES+227.JPG" /></a> Our sweet little fishy.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJWTiPS7jI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/DFR6MOUC1O4/s1600-h/PICTURES+195.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364444999760145970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/SnJWTiPS7jI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/DFR6MOUC1O4/s320/PICTURES+195.JPG" /></a></p></div></span>Brandi Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278330726849754649.post-88878918632120313792009-07-28T17:14:00.000-07:002009-07-28T17:38:19.536-07:00Smitten<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Have you ever seen such a handsome guy in your life? I haven't. ;)</span><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sm-VB1VjsLI/AAAAAAAAC_I/HhceAzcBnsY/s1600-h/PICTURES+110.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363669539951456434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-OEuiWCXlA/Sm-VB1VjsLI/AAAAAAAAC_I/HhceAzcBnsY/s320/PICTURES+110.jpg" /></a> </div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Lately i've been feeling very lucky to have such a hardworking lovable husband. He's so patient with my pregnancy mishaps...spilling milk all the time...knocking over the beautiful flowers he brings home for me...and lets not forget me sitting on the food i place on the couch to comfortably eat. He works close to 80 hour weeks and always makes time for his girls. NOT only time, but he makes us feel special every single day. I'm so glad i married my very best friend. I love you my insanely handsome hubby!<br /></span>Brandi Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04006809267925610448noreply@blogger.com1