i wish i could wear a cherry swimsuit and the dimples on my bum look this cute
Who doesn't love splashing water
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Relaxing in Dad's Hammock
One of Justin's Father's Day gifts was a Hammock. The girls (much more than Justin) have really enjoyed it. I really need all the practice I can get with photography especially since I will be the photographer for Garrity's wedding >gulp<
The Hammock is a fun way to play with Motion
The Hammock is a fun way to play with Motion
Question? Any tips for shooting in the sun other then trying to move your target out of the sunlight.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Ayla's last day of preschool
Ayla attended Haines Elementary School this past year and went to their preschool program. I was really impressed with the school and her teacher Ms. Crutcher. On the last day of school they had a field day with stations and games for the children to play it was so much fun. The first station was the "Fire station" They raced to see who could fill up their bucket first.
My cute 5 year old
Theyplayed with the parachute on the second station
the next 2 pictures are out of order
These preschooler's are so stinkin cute look how nervous they look as they listen to the rules of the game
What fast little racers
The girls (Keanna's school was already over and she snuck in on the activities of the day)Ayla, Abigail, Jacee, Keanna, Mia and Caleigh (sp?)
potato sack race
Check out the air my girls can get ;)
Ayla's preschool teacher is amazing Ms. Crutcher, sadly this was her last year
Ayla's preschool class
The children put on flag football belts and played tag. It was fun to see them run around and try to grab one anothers flags.
potato sack race
Check out the air my girls can get ;)
Ayla's preschool teacher is amazing Ms. Crutcher, sadly this was her last year
Ayla's preschool class
Monday, June 27, 2011
Memorial Day Family Roast
On Memorial Day we went up to WolfCreek Reservoir and roasted some smores and hotdogs for Family Home Evening. We had a great lesson on taking care of the earth that our Heavenly Father has given us and picked up som trash. I don't make it into many photo's so I thought even though I was makeup less on the below picture it's good to be documented.
Running down a hill
Lyndi practicing her technique
A big storm was on it's way, but Dad was still able to get a great campfire going that outlasted the rain storm.
Keanna
She has her wrapped around his finger
I was playing with the light and the clouds. I'm trying to better understand how to use light in my photography
Happy Roaster
Roasting hot dogs
Friday, June 17, 2011
Dreaming of Paris
I have to admit the hardest thing about moving has been the lack of travels >sigh<
that is why I hope and jump on any opportunity to travel which is why I put my name in for a possible free trip to Paris, one can dream right?
http://http://ohhappyday.com/2011/06/goes-to-paris/
that is why I hope and jump on any opportunity to travel which is why I put my name in for a possible free trip to Paris, one can dream right?
http://http://ohhappyday.com/2011/06/goes-to-paris/
Get the Party Started
Jason and Stacy took a Temple Trip and we had a little party at our house. Sierra as always was helping out, below she is entertaining the young ones.
Gage and Lyndi dancing in Keanna's bedroom
We then moved everyone to the "Dancing Room"
and then a dip in our "swimming pool"
That a girl!
I'm working with my new lense and I certainly don't have it down, but I was sure proud how Lyndi handled herself in the below situation.
I hope this is her practicing for those teenage years!Thursday, June 16, 2011
Utah Trip visiting Grandma Ruth
Little Emma
Andrew telling Grandma "You've been abandoned Boy" story. It's worth bugging him to hear the story
Grandma enjoying little Emma
Austin and Taylor
Andrew telling Grandma "You've been abandoned Boy" story. It's worth bugging him to hear the story
Grandma enjoying little Emma
Austin and Taylor
Friday, June 3, 2011
A visit to see Grandpa
So the 2nd week in May we received a phone call that my Grandfather was in the hospital. My brother Matt and I traveled down to Salt Lake City to see him. The following is a history written by Matt, he wrote it the night after we saw my grandfather and I wanted this in my own family records.
My Grandpa
by Matt
I traveled to Salt Lake City this weekend to visit my Grandpa Verd Bettilyon who is in LDS Hospital. He is there because of an infection in his leg that had gotten quite severe and he notified the doctors and family that he did not want resuscitation or dialysis for his kidneys. There was a significant build-up of potassium in his blood that was causing his kidneys to fail, so it seemed apparent that he would be passing rather quickly and I wanted to see him before he left this life. I stopped in North Powder and stayed the night with Emily and Justin and their cute daughters and then Emily and I drove to Salt Lake on Friday. We arrived at 5 PM and immediately went to LDS Hospital to visit Grandpa.
We went in and talked with him and I filled the time with conversations about my children and Emily told some stories about her little ones, as well. We were getting ready to depart and I asked him the question I had been thinking about for the last few days. I asked Grandpa to bear his testimony to us. Emotion overcame me as I asked him and once he understood what I was asking he was overcome by tears as well.
I was expecting him to use the normal vernacular that seems common in testimony meetings like, “I know that the church is true,” or “I know the Book of Mormon is a true book,” or perhaps he would venture out and share an experience about how he new the Savior to be real and efficacious in his own life. He took a different tack than I was expecting.
He talked about his love for his longtime and departed wife, my grandma, Nadine. He talked about how he wouldn’t have made it through life without her and he was incredibly grateful for her love and support.
Then he talked about Ruth, his wife of nearly eleven years, and said she was a wonderful helpmeet for him. His voice was filled with emotion and tenderness as he thought about his love for Ruth.
Then he talked about serving as a mission president for the Church in Argentina. He said that the call to serve came at a time in his career as a lawyer that his practice was starting to make significant money. Because he chose to serve he gave up significant financial gain, but he stated very clearly and lucidly that he did not regret giving up the money that he would have made for the opportunity to serve in Argentina. Then he strongly advised each of us to serve missions for the church in our life time.
I think he finally stated near the end that he knew the gospel was real and, perhaps he even used the word true, I’m not sure any more.
It has caused me to wonder about what a testimony should really be. I have been very specifically trained, as a missionary, that a testimony is very specific testifying of specific things: Jesus Christ and His Divine Sonship, the reality of Joseph Smith and his restoration of the gospel, the truthfulness of the Book of Mormon, the reality of the Priesthood and that its power is real and that the living Prophet is an oracle of God. I really enjoyed my Grandpa’s version of what a testimony is. He bypassed all of the regular words and phrases that are normally thought of when the word testimony is used.
We left and picked up Holly at the airport, ate dinner, and returned to the hospital. Grandpa mentioned that he wondered how his wife, Ruth, was doing. She had back surgery recently and is in her own care facility in Bountiful. Even though he was happy to have visitors, he insisted that we travel to Bountiful to make sure his wife was happy and not lonely. We said we would go. Several minutes later he asked us again: Please go visit Ruth. We said, Grandpa, we will go see her. He continued asking us until we promised that we would visit her – and that we would do it the following day, before we visited him again, and that we would report to him about our visit. He was finally satisfied that we would spend some time with her.
Thiswas certainly a testimony builder for me
It was also fun becuase my Father and all of my siblings were able to make it. Holly from Seattle WA, Matt from Monroe WA, Andrew and Katherine from Pocatello Idaho and we stayed with Allen and Britney's family. It was a lot of fun.
On Saturday we visited Ruth, Grandma and Grandpa Sadler and then Granpa Bettilyon again
Andrew, Allen, Holly, Dad, Matt, Emily
Allen, Holly, Grandma and Grandpa Sadler, Andrew, Dad, Matt, Emily
Katherine, Andrew, Emma and Grandma and Grandpa Sadler
A picture that my Mom drew when she was 3
Emma and Grandma
Peyton getting measured at Grandmothers Door
Allen entertaining Peyton
My Grandpa
by Matt
I traveled to Salt Lake City this weekend to visit my Grandpa Verd Bettilyon who is in LDS Hospital. He is there because of an infection in his leg that had gotten quite severe and he notified the doctors and family that he did not want resuscitation or dialysis for his kidneys. There was a significant build-up of potassium in his blood that was causing his kidneys to fail, so it seemed apparent that he would be passing rather quickly and I wanted to see him before he left this life. I stopped in North Powder and stayed the night with Emily and Justin and their cute daughters and then Emily and I drove to Salt Lake on Friday. We arrived at 5 PM and immediately went to LDS Hospital to visit Grandpa.
We went in and talked with him and I filled the time with conversations about my children and Emily told some stories about her little ones, as well. We were getting ready to depart and I asked him the question I had been thinking about for the last few days. I asked Grandpa to bear his testimony to us. Emotion overcame me as I asked him and once he understood what I was asking he was overcome by tears as well.
I was expecting him to use the normal vernacular that seems common in testimony meetings like, “I know that the church is true,” or “I know the Book of Mormon is a true book,” or perhaps he would venture out and share an experience about how he new the Savior to be real and efficacious in his own life. He took a different tack than I was expecting.
He talked about his love for his longtime and departed wife, my grandma, Nadine. He talked about how he wouldn’t have made it through life without her and he was incredibly grateful for her love and support.
Then he talked about Ruth, his wife of nearly eleven years, and said she was a wonderful helpmeet for him. His voice was filled with emotion and tenderness as he thought about his love for Ruth.
Then he talked about serving as a mission president for the Church in Argentina. He said that the call to serve came at a time in his career as a lawyer that his practice was starting to make significant money. Because he chose to serve he gave up significant financial gain, but he stated very clearly and lucidly that he did not regret giving up the money that he would have made for the opportunity to serve in Argentina. Then he strongly advised each of us to serve missions for the church in our life time.
I think he finally stated near the end that he knew the gospel was real and, perhaps he even used the word true, I’m not sure any more.
It has caused me to wonder about what a testimony should really be. I have been very specifically trained, as a missionary, that a testimony is very specific testifying of specific things: Jesus Christ and His Divine Sonship, the reality of Joseph Smith and his restoration of the gospel, the truthfulness of the Book of Mormon, the reality of the Priesthood and that its power is real and that the living Prophet is an oracle of God. I really enjoyed my Grandpa’s version of what a testimony is. He bypassed all of the regular words and phrases that are normally thought of when the word testimony is used.
We left and picked up Holly at the airport, ate dinner, and returned to the hospital. Grandpa mentioned that he wondered how his wife, Ruth, was doing. She had back surgery recently and is in her own care facility in Bountiful. Even though he was happy to have visitors, he insisted that we travel to Bountiful to make sure his wife was happy and not lonely. We said we would go. Several minutes later he asked us again: Please go visit Ruth. We said, Grandpa, we will go see her. He continued asking us until we promised that we would visit her – and that we would do it the following day, before we visited him again, and that we would report to him about our visit. He was finally satisfied that we would spend some time with her.
Thiswas certainly a testimony builder for me
It was also fun becuase my Father and all of my siblings were able to make it. Holly from Seattle WA, Matt from Monroe WA, Andrew and Katherine from Pocatello Idaho and we stayed with Allen and Britney's family. It was a lot of fun.
On Saturday we visited Ruth, Grandma and Grandpa Sadler and then Granpa Bettilyon again
and we took a TON of posterity type photo's
The Siblings: Allen, Holly, Andrew, Emily, Matt
Andrew, Allen, Holly, Dad, Matt, Emily
Allen, Holly, Grandma and Grandpa Sadler, Andrew, Dad, Matt, Emily
Katherine, Andrew, Emma and Grandma and Grandpa Sadler
A picture that my Mom drew when she was 3
Emma and Grandma
Peyton getting measured at Grandmothers Door
Allen entertaining Peyton
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