Spring Concerts

Spring is here, well kind of...in between all of the snow storms..., so that means that Spring Dance Concerts are here as well. In our house that means costumes, curling irons, and make up. It also means that mom and dad get to watch their little girl dance and enjoy herself. What parent wouldn't want to see that. Here is our first dance concert for The Dance Club that was at Timpview High School on April 10th. Lyza had such a fun time and always tells us that she loves everyone clapping for her. She did such a great job.



One week later we got to experience the Spring Dance Concert for Showcase Dance at Davis High School on April 18th. Lyza got to dance with her darling cousins and again had such a great time. She danced to "I won't grow up" (wish that was true) and "It's a Hard Knock Life." Again it was such a fun experience.

Thanks to everyone who helps teach Lyza, she is surrounded by such great teachers in her life.

Until next time...

it's spring, it's winter, it's spring, it's winter...seriously!!

Two weeks after Easter and this is how we have to dress to go to the park. Glove, hats, coats and blankets, and we still could only stay and play for a second before the chill was too much.

Even with the cold wind and frigid air, both Lyza and Seth had so much fun playing. Lyza learned how to "pump" herself on the swing. Thanks in part to her cousins Jaicee and Halle. And Seth got his first turn on the swing with dad.



I love the look of pure joy on the faces of my children. This is what I imagine the faces of Angels look like in Heaven.
BOY ANGEL...



GIRL ANGEL!

*Seth's first ride of the swing video below*

eggs, peeps, chocolate..oh my!!

Lyza (3) & Seth (11 months) Easter Morning 2009

We love Easter at our house. It is so much fun to get together with our families and to celebrate the resurrection of The Savior. Or as Lyza says, "He woke up from the cross."

Here are some pictures of the new outfits that made it to our house care of Grandma and Papa Bull. Thanks so much!!

We had two Easter Egg hunts, one at each grandparents house, and yes tons of candy.



Spring is here and we are so excited. We are grateful for family and friends and for our Savior who gave the ultimate sacrifice for us. HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE!!

are you asking me out?

Remember back in the day (the dating days) and Wednesday would come around? Why Wednesday you ask? Because Wednesday was kind of the "unannounced" day when the phone would ring and the date would be set up for the upcoming Friday or Saturday night. Out of respect for the "datee", the "dater" would allow for this allotted amount of "pre-planning" time. It was always so exciting if the phone rang on any given Wednesday, and on the other end of the line was the voice! The voice of the boy you were hoping it would be. There would be the initial greeting on the phone and a few minutes of chit chat, and then he would get to the business at hand.

"I was wondering if you were busy on Friday night?" he would say.

"No, I don't have any set plans yet, why what is going on?" you would reply.

"Well, I was wondering if you would be interested in going with me to ________?" he would say.

"Oh, I would love to, that sounds like so much fun." you would reply.

As you got off the phone you could barely contain yourself. You knew the rest of the week would be fantastic as you looked forward to your Friday night date.

Well, last Wednesday evening my phone rang. And on the other end of the receiver was exactly the voice I was hoping it would be. The conversation started as usual, we had a bit of small talk and then he got down to the reason for his call.

"Are you busy this Friday night?" he said.

"Oh, I am not sure? I will have to check my schedule of dirty diapers and carpool, but I am sure I could clear the night." I replied.

And just like that HE asked me out.

I have to be honest it has been awhile since I have been asked out. The phone doesn't ring on Wednesday night as frequently as it has in the past. But when it does ring it is always the voice on the other end that makes me so excited.

So as I hung up the phone my thoughts turned to the most important thing...what am I going to wear?

When Friday came around my date fulfilled all of my expectations. The date was well planned, we had great company, and amazing conversation. It seems that I am never disappointed whenever I go on a date with this certain man. He is polite, the greatest gentleman, and he insists on paying. Oh, and best of all, he always kisses me goodnight!!

Our date started off at my favorite restaurant, eating my favorite food with my favorite friend and her husband.

Then we went to the Jazz Game and sat uninterrupted the entire time! We talked, we cheered, we held hands.

I could never get sick of dating this man.

Gee, I hope my phone rings again this Wednesday night!

what the world needs...

...less News Stories to scare us about the SWINE FLU....




....more pictures of babies wearing beanies!!




I couldn't resist!

i never had a chance

I always imagined that my children would love their mother the most. Not that I didn't want them to love their father, but I always imagined that the "mom" was the "favorite" and that the "dad" was there for discipline and the occasional daddy-daughter/son date. And why wouldn't you love the "mom" the most. I mean we made you in our bodies, we gave you life, we sit up nights worrying about your future.

In my little family, this idea and expectation is not true. Actually not even close to being true.

My theory is...that Steven secretly met with Lyza when we were all up in heaven together. I think they made a secret packed to love each other the most. (I am sure there were promises of candy and presents involved) They agreed that they would have "that" connection. Lyza promised she would light up anytime his name was mentioned, would open up and talk to him about things that she wouldn't talk to her mom about, and most importantly would give him that "look." This look would be the way she reminded him of their promise made up in heaven together. This look would say to her daddy..."Remember, I promised, you would be my favorite."



This is a picture I found of Lyza when she was 10 months old, it was at this moment I knew...

I NEVER HAD A CHANCE!

the cougs

I always have said that the years I spent dancing at BYU on the Cougarettes were some of the most magical years of my life. If I could repeat a portion of my life again, for sure it would be these years.

I got to go to the Cougarette Concert with some of my "former" (not old) Cougarette friends. It is funny that we could be apart for years and instantly pick up were we left off.

The night was refreshing, the concert amazing, and the cougs...hilarious as always. Now if only I could fit into those costumes again!!