<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105566375752134783</id><updated>2011-08-01T09:42:31.015-07:00</updated><category term='park walk w/ Steph'/><title type='text'>Lindsey's Lodge</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyslodge.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105566375752134783/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyslodge.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15985328780646396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105566375752134783.post-1451635518112479782</id><published>2009-09-16T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:02:11.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425354412152682738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/S0q7F9T1ePI/AAAAAAAAAFM/SanRtmzRS_4/s320/P1020836.JPG" /&gt;I want to post a few pics from last summer before this summer comes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fun and busy July and August. Tanner and Jeffrey's birthdays, the Ordyna Family Reunion, went to the cabin, Hood to Coast, and lots and lots of canning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey's 3! This kid has more faces for the camera than all the other kids combined. He is so fun and endearing....the perfect fourth child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanner turned 9!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/S0q8eUCXkQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/PuAkHZkMLQw/s1600-h/P1020910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425355930081923330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/S0q8eUCXkQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/PuAkHZkMLQw/s320/P1020910.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/S0q8e8oyJnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/spK2T127beU/s1600-h/P1020906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425355940980467314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/S0q8e8oyJnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/spK2T127beU/s320/P1020906.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/S0q8fbTO14I/AAAAAAAAAFk/1CF3DOtp9bQ/s1600-h/P1020891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425355949211572098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/S0q8fbTO14I/AAAAAAAAAFk/1CF3DOtp9bQ/s320/P1020891.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/S0q8f54By5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/A7iKKffgMV0/s1600-h/P1020903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425355957418970002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/S0q8f54By5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/A7iKKffgMV0/s320/P1020903.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing Tanner really wanted to do ALL summer long was go to the duck pond. It's across a busier street so I only let him go when an adult or older kid was there. So for his birthday that's what he wanted to do....go to the duck pond! He had been trying for weeks to catch this turtle that they saw swimming in the pond. This day they conquered and caught the turtle. He was SOOOO excited. Happy Birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105566375752134783-1451635518112479782?l=lindseyslodge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyslodge.blogspot.com/feeds/1451635518112479782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105566375752134783&amp;postID=1451635518112479782' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105566375752134783/posts/default/1451635518112479782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105566375752134783/posts/default/1451635518112479782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyslodge.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15985328780646396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/S0q7F9T1ePI/AAAAAAAAAFM/SanRtmzRS_4/s72-c/P1020836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105566375752134783.post-5152737473569145049</id><published>2009-06-12T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T14:14:57.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE A 'NANNY'</title><content type='html'>Jeffrey and Emma were having a hard time taking a nap.  They were too tired and began fighting and hurting each other.  Since Nana's here, I asked her to go in and read books to them.  Ten minutes later I went in and she was sitting in her chair, the books on the table next her, and she was just watching them....THEY WERE ASLEEP!  It worked.  Nana had something to do and the kids settled down and fell asleep.  Thanks Nana!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105566375752134783-5152737473569145049?l=lindseyslodge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyslodge.blogspot.com/feeds/5152737473569145049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105566375752134783&amp;postID=5152737473569145049' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105566375752134783/posts/default/5152737473569145049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105566375752134783/posts/default/5152737473569145049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyslodge.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-nanny.html' title='I HAVE A &apos;NANNY&apos;'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15985328780646396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105566375752134783.post-4380186642046347767</id><published>2009-06-12T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T14:13:01.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY HUSBAND'S IN BED WITH ANOTHER WOMAN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/SjLAcKYxQBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/y0JnEnaPq58/s1600-h/P1020766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346547297699315730" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/SjLAcKYxQBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/y0JnEnaPq58/s320/P1020766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think this picture is funny, however when I told Adam that I emailed this picture to my family because I thought they would all get a kick out of it, especially my dad (because he and Adam love to spar with each other and my Nana in this picture is my dad's Mom), he kinda got upset with me.  He didn't think it was so funny.  I think it's funny because Adam loves his personal space and really doesn't like to share things like food and his bed.  I'm not sure if it's a germ thing, but I still think it's funny to tease him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes like this....Nana's staying with us because Debora had her baby and my parents went to help her out.  Nana does NOT like to be alone and has dementia, so she should be with someone to help her out.  On Thursday, Adam came home early from work not feeling well with a headache.  He told me he was going to take a nap.  A few minutes later, he came to me and said Nana was hanging out in our room and just sitting there staring at him while he was trying to fall asleep.  He asked me to come and get her so he could rest.  I told him I'd be there in just a minute.  Of course, I got distracted and forgot.  About a half hour later I went into my room for something and this is what I found.  I couldn't stop laughing and had to take a picture.  Nana loves going back to bed and really likes our bed...this isn't the first time I've found her in my bed.  The best part is when Adam woke up he came downstairs, he said that when he stirred it woke her and she had a sudden look of surprise on her face.  Remember, she has dementia--the early stages of Alzheimer's--I wonder what her first thought was, "Why am I in bed with this strange, young man!?!"  And of course Adam's thought was, "What?  You're in MY BED!!!"  I don't see how he doesn't think this is hilarious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105566375752134783-4380186642046347767?l=lindseyslodge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyslodge.blogspot.com/feeds/4380186642046347767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105566375752134783&amp;postID=4380186642046347767' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105566375752134783/posts/default/4380186642046347767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105566375752134783/posts/default/4380186642046347767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyslodge.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-husbands-in-bed-with-another-woman.html' title='MY HUSBAND&apos;S IN BED WITH ANOTHER WOMAN!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15985328780646396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/SjLAcKYxQBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/y0JnEnaPq58/s72-c/P1020766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105566375752134783.post-648081551033497031</id><published>2009-03-30T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T11:35:12.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Have Moved</title><content type='html'>We are in our new house and getting more and more settled by the day. We can eat, find most of our personal items; except for a few things, and all have our beds put back together now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband cracks me up. I have not done one shread of decorating, just trying to get it so our home is functional. Since the house in new, we do not have any blinds. So I pinned up a few fleece blankets we have in the kids bedrooms. During the day to make it light and bright again, I tie the blankets up with extra ribbon and jute I had in my sewing kit. Adam asked me the other day if I went out and bought things to put in the windows. Seriously? It doesn't look that bad, but they are blankets we've had forever. He's the last to notice a new picture or something I've bought for our other house, so it shouldn't surprise me that he didn't notice these were blankets! I love this man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105566375752134783-648081551033497031?l=lindseyslodge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyslodge.blogspot.com/feeds/648081551033497031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105566375752134783&amp;postID=648081551033497031' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105566375752134783/posts/default/648081551033497031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105566375752134783/posts/default/648081551033497031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyslodge.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-are-in-our-new-house-and-getting.html' title='We Have Moved'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15985328780646396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105566375752134783.post-3604726187269512737</id><published>2008-12-21T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T14:14:09.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's almost Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Christmas is almost here....and I thought I should get our Halloween pictures posted! :)  The kids had so much fun and way too much candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/SU69Hv5QpII/AAAAAAAAADE/lL90eicpTAE/s1600-h/P1020143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282367353765536898" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/SU69Hv5QpII/AAAAAAAAADE/lL90eicpTAE/s320/P1020143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/SU69HesVgvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/luCEBG3UbYU/s1600-h/P1020137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282367349147927282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/SU69HesVgvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/luCEBG3UbYU/s320/P1020137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/SU69F2TtKTI/AAAAAAAAACs/qxscXxVtTtE/s1600-h/P1020141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282367321127332146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/SU69F2TtKTI/AAAAAAAAACs/qxscXxVtTtE/s320/P1020141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/SU69FGIsxqI/AAAAAAAAACk/FMaVviRzYJY/s1600-h/P1020140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282367308196267682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/SU69FGIsxqI/AAAAAAAAACk/FMaVviRzYJY/s320/P1020140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/SU69GnSEyQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/H_QVyICV-CM/s1600-h/P1020145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282367334273829122" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/SU69GnSEyQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/H_QVyICV-CM/s320/P1020145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105566375752134783-3604726187269512737?l=lindseyslodge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyslodge.blogspot.com/feeds/3604726187269512737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105566375752134783&amp;postID=3604726187269512737' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105566375752134783/posts/default/3604726187269512737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105566375752134783/posts/default/3604726187269512737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyslodge.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-almost-christmas.html' title='It&apos;s almost Christmas!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15985328780646396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/SU69Hv5QpII/AAAAAAAAADE/lL90eicpTAE/s72-c/P1020143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105566375752134783.post-2455112050998963434</id><published>2008-10-19T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T14:00:54.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Connor's a Smart and Funny Kid!</title><content type='html'>Last night, we took the kids to cut and load some wood in the truck, which is not our 'family car' of choice. Three kids sit in the back row and one has to sit in the middle front seat, that happened to be Connor for this trip. He was talking his usual background noise chatter and I heard him half talk and half sing something about how we were heading north. I thought about our direction for a minute and figured out that he was right. So I took this opportunity to be an encouraging mother and said, "Wow, Connor! That's right we are heading north. How did you know that?" He just shrugged his shoulders and giggled at me....and now that I think of it Adam had a smirk on his face, too. Then he started with his talking-song again, but this time we were heading northwest in his song. In my head I'm thinking, "What? How would he know that?" Suddenly it dawned on me that our direction shows up in the corner of the truck's rear view mirror right above his head. I started laughing and tickled him saying, "You little stinker, you can see it right there!" He just laughed and laughed because he had pulled one over on me. We all couldn't stop laughing....Jeffrey included, even though he had no idea what happened. I love and cherish these moments of pure joy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105566375752134783-2455112050998963434?l=lindseyslodge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyslodge.blogspot.com/feeds/2455112050998963434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105566375752134783&amp;postID=2455112050998963434' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105566375752134783/posts/default/2455112050998963434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105566375752134783/posts/default/2455112050998963434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyslodge.blogspot.com/2008/10/connors-smart-and-funny-kid.html' title='Connor&apos;s a Smart and Funny Kid!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15985328780646396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105566375752134783.post-2688484392826875198</id><published>2008-10-01T16:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T16:51:24.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special FHE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Our Family Nights usually end up with me feeling exasperated and like a failure....maybe I have a hard time finding the positive in my efforts! But Monday's FHE was a success!! Adam took they boys, Tanner and Connor, over to help a friend pack up their moving van. When they got home we were a little short on time...almost time for bed. I almost bagged it, but decided to ask Tanner to give a lesson on service. He accepted. He went into his room, sat down at his desk, turned on his lamp and got a pencil and some index cards out....oh he's so cute!! It warmed my heart. I then walked away to finish making dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;When it came time for his part, he walked up to the piano bench to sit down and asked Connor to come up and be his helper....he really didn't do anything, but was so happy that Tanner asked him to help. Tanner got his index cards ready (I saved them) and this is what they said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Survise (Service)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Survis is to do something for another person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;today me, Dad and Connor helped some people move. Is this survis? (we answered: yes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mom making dinner. Is this survis? (we answered: yes!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;seeing somebody get hert and you don't do anything. Is this survis? (we answered: no)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So what is survise? (we answered: to do something for another person)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This week I want you to do some survise for another person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What a complete lesson! Even with Emma and Jeffrey's distractions (running around, not sitting still) I felt the spirit so strong.  During his lesson, Adam and I exchanged serveral looks of WOW! His delivery was just so Tanner. We loved every minute of it! After, Adam and I both chuckled that his lesson was better than any of ours!  We just found another person to teach FHE lessons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105566375752134783-2688484392826875198?l=lindseyslodge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyslodge.blogspot.com/feeds/2688484392826875198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105566375752134783&amp;postID=2688484392826875198' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105566375752134783/posts/default/2688484392826875198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105566375752134783/posts/default/2688484392826875198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyslodge.blogspot.com/2008/10/special-fhe.html' title='Special FHE'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15985328780646396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105566375752134783.post-593403348465805216</id><published>2008-09-26T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T14:06:42.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Emma playing soccer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/SN1N-mrg8oI/AAAAAAAAACc/t4cO_WUDqO0/s1600-h/P1020034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250438478514156162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/SN1N-mrg8oI/AAAAAAAAACc/t4cO_WUDqO0/s320/P1020034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma cracks me up! When I asked the kids if they wanted to play soccer, only Emma and Tanner wanted to play. I was certain she would love being a part of a team, since she was so bummed every baseball game last year her brothers played in and she didn't. Everything was fine until the second practice. She told me she didn't want to play anymore. I asked her why and she said, "That boy pushed me!" I thought to myself, "Whose child is this?" If it had been me, I'm sure I would've pushed or knudged him right back, just to let him know I could take it. The next practice I couldn't get her to participate. She stood motionless on the field when her coach could actually get her on it. To get her to move, I held her hand and ran with her while Jeffrey was in my other free arm. I was trying to get her involved. But it didn't do any good, she just ended up crying. Finally, by the next practice I convinced her to play. She actually seemed excited after the coach asked the kids to pair up. A little girl blurted out, "I want to be Emma's partner!" She had a huge smile on her face as the girls were kicking the ball back and forth. Then came the scrimmage. She was running around and going after the ball, which was a HUGE improvement. Then she stopped in the middle of the field arms folded in defiance with a big scowl on her face. When she came off the field I asked her what was wrong. She said, "That girl with the blue things in her hair is faster than me!" It was same girl that wanted to be her partner! Needless to say, I don't think she is quite ready for competitve sports. I'm still not sure if she's really my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend asked Connor why he didn't want to play.  His response was, "I get to have free time!  Tanner and Emma have to play.  I get to run around and play."  What logic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105566375752134783-593403348465805216?l=lindseyslodge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyslodge.blogspot.com/feeds/593403348465805216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105566375752134783&amp;postID=593403348465805216' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105566375752134783/posts/default/593403348465805216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105566375752134783/posts/default/593403348465805216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyslodge.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-emma-playing-soccer.html' title='Is Emma playing soccer?'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15985328780646396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/SN1N-mrg8oI/AAAAAAAAACc/t4cO_WUDqO0/s72-c/P1020034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105566375752134783.post-6658053721475638840</id><published>2008-09-25T01:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T15:28:16.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a gold star!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We have started our own &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Gold Star&lt;/span&gt; Program with our kids. We are trying to reinforce positive behavior and help our kids think of others. How it works: &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Gold Stars&lt;/span&gt; are earned when you go above and beyond with your actions. For example, picking up your toys without being asked, helping a sibling without Mom/Dad encouraging the behavior, being the peacemaker, etc. You do not earn them for following directions or being a good listener...you get the idea. Once a child has earned 10 &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;gold stars&lt;/span&gt;, they get to plan a date with Mom or Dad. It has worked well. I have seen my kids think of nice things they can do for each other. Connor will often give up toys he is playing with for Jeffrey, who is in the "grabbing" stage. Many times they will come to me and ask, "Do I get a gold star for...." It's really fun and cute to watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, as a mother, I feel underappreciated. I feel like I do nice things and at times get little thanks in return....so I started giving myself gold stars. The kids looked at me funny, at first, like I couldn't participate in their reward program. But after a few times of saying, "That's a &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;gold star&lt;/span&gt; for Mommy!" the older kids understood what I was doing and would thank me for helping and serving them without being asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105566375752134783-6658053721475638840?l=lindseyslodge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyslodge.blogspot.com/feeds/6658053721475638840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105566375752134783&amp;postID=6658053721475638840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105566375752134783/posts/default/6658053721475638840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105566375752134783/posts/default/6658053721475638840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyslodge.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-have-started-our-own-gold-star.html' title='I want a gold star!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15985328780646396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105566375752134783.post-2637972571760734338</id><published>2008-09-23T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T01:54:44.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='park walk w/ Steph'/><title type='text'>Fun with Aunt Stephanie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/SNkTD-sM6TI/AAAAAAAAABc/xztUq9pyv9I/s1600-h/P1010954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249247799765952818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/SNkTD-sM6TI/AAAAAAAAABc/xztUq9pyv9I/s320/P1010954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/SNkTFjFV6fI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ihkK_0hzhI0/s1600-h/P1020009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249247826714946034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/SNkTFjFV6fI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ihkK_0hzhI0/s320/P1020009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/SNkTFNNJ85I/AAAAAAAAABs/qHqa1GMOWfA/s1600-h/P1020007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249247820842136466" style="WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" height="318" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/SNkTFNNJ85I/AAAAAAAAABs/qHqa1GMOWfA/s320/P1020007.JPG" width="361" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/SNkjTLT58UI/AAAAAAAAACM/6mZpiR2JilA/s1600-h/P1020001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249265653037789506" style="CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/SNkjTLT58UI/AAAAAAAAACM/6mZpiR2JilA/s320/P1020001.JPG" width="312" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aunt Stephanie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;came over for a visit last week. She has always teased me that my blonde haired children should really be hers. They sure do look like her! She took them to the park for a walk (thanks for the alone time I had with Adam!!!). When she came back she showed me all the pictures she took of the kids. Once I started looking at them, I told her that the kids aren't supposed to play in the fountain. Then I came to this picture of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Jeffrey&lt;/span&gt; and we had a good laugh. How did she miss the sign? It was probably because she was looking after four kids....not looking for signs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/SNkTESDufxI/AAAAAAAAABk/5cUt986YwZc/s1600-h/P1020017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249247804964896530" style="WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" height="239" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/SNkTESDufxI/AAAAAAAAABk/5cUt986YwZc/s320/P1020017.JPG" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/SNkjStAylMI/AAAAAAAAACE/hFw1NuQ9Eks/s1600-h/P1010995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249265644904551618" style="WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/SNkjStAylMI/AAAAAAAAACE/hFw1NuQ9Eks/s320/P1010995.JPG" width="318" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105566375752134783-2637972571760734338?l=lindseyslodge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyslodge.blogspot.com/feeds/2637972571760734338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105566375752134783&amp;postID=2637972571760734338' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105566375752134783/posts/default/2637972571760734338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105566375752134783/posts/default/2637972571760734338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyslodge.blogspot.com/2008/09/fun-with-aunt-stephanie.html' title='Fun with Aunt Stephanie'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15985328780646396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/SNkTD-sM6TI/AAAAAAAAABc/xztUq9pyv9I/s72-c/P1010954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105566375752134783.post-7853930187392162926</id><published>2008-09-21T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:40:46.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My REAL first post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend Rachel is an accomplished blogger. She created and designed our pretty blog...isn't she wonderful!?! Now it is up to me to keep this rolling. Hmmmm, might be harder than you may think. But I'll do my best and that will have to be good enough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248727498169796562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/SNc52cM8R9I/AAAAAAAAABE/HubpA58vWUk/s320/Aug_Sept+2008-37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tanner was baptized earlier this month. It was such a special day. He was adorable in his new suit. I am so greatful to all the family and friends that came to support him and our family on this special day. I am greatful that Tanner is such a wonderful kid and good example to his younger siblings. He amazes me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248728528722108898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/SNc6ybTwoeI/AAAAAAAAABM/y0yzgo08C6o/s320/Aug_Sept+2008-31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;His best friend and cousin, Justin, was baptized with him....the only two which isn't the norm in our stake. They were so much fun to watch as they listened and experienced this day together. When each was confirmed a member of the church, I saw them eagerly look at each other after each "Amen" to see how the other looked--like they were going to witness some miraculous change! Too cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248730113266700818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/SNc8OqMoUhI/AAAAAAAAABU/ywQ8DLNc_cE/s320/Aug_Sept+2008-35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Emma was just as or more excited that her brother got baptized.  She asked Tanner all day, "Did you get baptized?"  Which he would patiently answer, "Yes."  Then she asked Connor, "Did you get baptized?"  He said, "No."  She then said, "Well, you still need to be good!"  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our home teachers came over tonight and asked Tanner about his baptism.  All they got out of him was it was good.  No matter what they asked him all he said was it was good or he felt good.  On the other hand, Connor could recite all sorts of details from that day.  I was so surprised because that kid didn't sit still for more than 10 seconds!  He didn't look like he was paying any attention.  Sure surprised me! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8105566375752134783-7853930187392162926?l=lindseyslodge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseyslodge.blogspot.com/feeds/7853930187392162926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8105566375752134783&amp;postID=7853930187392162926' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105566375752134783/posts/default/7853930187392162926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8105566375752134783/posts/default/7853930187392162926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseyslodge.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-real-first-post.html' title='My REAL first post'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15985328780646396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zZ_hnpMUTLE/SNc52cM8R9I/AAAAAAAAABE/HubpA58vWUk/s72-c/Aug_Sept+2008-37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
