Monday, March 21, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
more pictures...
fishing at Roosevelt Lake


Chad took the kids and the boat to Roosevelt this weekend for some camping and fishing. I was left behind due to not feeling so well. As excited as I was to have a weekend to myself (moms rarely get that) I was so sad when they drove away. The whole weekend I missed them so much it hurt. I kept calling Chad and luckily he had service so I was able to listen to them have all of their fun. I was surprised to find out that Livia has decided she will NOT touch fish anymore! That's right our little girl who used to kiss a fish dead on the lips and squeeze them until their eyes popped out has now decided she can't possibly touch such a slimy thing. Shocking. I guess she would just catch them and then make her dad do the dirty work. These are some pictures sent to me on my phone so they are not the best. I will post more after I download the camera's pictures. I love that it is like 3 in the afternoon and Livia is just chillin' on the lake in her nightgown. It is always a party with Chad in charge.
Friday, March 18, 2011
the bugs
These kiddos have gotten so good on their ripsticks! I was so hesitant when they asked for them at Christmas after seeing some kids at NAU riding them but they have been persistent and now they can go just about anywhere! Poor Livia ended up eating it pretty bad that day. It happened only seconds after I stopped recording- yuck!
the pinchers were out!
Pecker and Sparkle......

the ever growing belly.....





Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Bearizona!




Monday, March 7, 2011
muddy horn hunting.....

Chad and I took the kiddos down by the Grand Canyon this past weekend for a little hiking and horn hunting. This is one of the kids favorite things to do with their dad especially, because they get to sell the horns to the horn guy and make some money. We had a big case of counting our chickens before they had hatched on the ride there. Tate wanted to spend his horn money on a new wii game and Livia wanted to purchase some "fin friends" with hers. It is pretty early in the year still for finding horns but if you are lucky enough then they are usually the big daddy horns. We kept a positive attitude that we would be the victors of the day however, the thick yucky mud threatened to ruin our plans. We had brought the 4 wheeler thinking that some of us would hike while the other two could cover more ground on the 4 wheeler. after suctioning Livia's shoes off in the mud and squishing around walking for a couple of miles we decided our best bet was just using the 4 wheeler. The question was how were all of us going to fit? Chad solved the problem by strapping a couple of Grandpa Sorensen's milk crates on the front of the quad. We stuffed them with coats and a blanket and made perfect little cubbies for Livy and Taters. Since they were on tight and we were only going around 8 miles per hour we felt safe. We ended up getting covered from head to toe in mud and had the time of our lives. Sadly no horns were spotted but our little family enjoyed piling on the quad so much we hardly could care. Chad of course was a little frustrated having to put up with a pregnant wife and two kiddos with short legs (that guy can hike for hours on end and not become winded) one of my main goals for the day was getting the famous wings in Tusayan. We had to strip the kids of their shoes and socks and roll up there jeans to hold in all of the mud and Chad and I were covered but I could not even imagine coming all of that way and not partaking of one of my favorite restaurants! We ended up getting the wings and turning the poor little restaurant into a mud mess. The wings were worth the embarrassment. I think all of the European tourists thought we were the definition of American rednecks. We got home super late and tired as can be with smiles on our faces from a fun day. Maybe we will find some horns yet............I need some extra money so I am motivated this year!
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