tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41778170793185748532024-03-13T20:19:59.982-07:00Scotty, Desi, and the MooseDesiree Wardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272750187452829492noreply@blogger.comBlogger73125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177817079318574853.post-75043367456943367182011-12-11T07:27:00.001-08:002011-12-11T07:27:13.863-08:00My Little Beans<br />
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Singing time at Nanna Debbie's, here is lullaby time where we all lay down on pillows, and listen to my mom play the guitar. Doesn't last long but when it does it it is an amazing thing!</div>
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More singing time fun! Isaiah acting his part, of SUPERMAN, gearing up to fight the bad guys.</div>
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Halloween was so cute. Skye we dressed up as a puffy little kitty cat, and Isaiah of course was superman. We went to a dinner at Rebecca Davidson's house beforehand. She went all out making little witches out of bread rolls, sun-dried tomatoes for noses, olives for eyes, and little cut out pumpernickle bread hats. She also rolled 150 tootsie rolls by hand to make little spiders.<br />
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Afterwards we went trick or treating at a few houses. Isaiah was so cute. He kept stopping after every house and eating the piece of candy. I had to laugh, needless to say we only made it to a few houses. We then went and got hot chocolate and homemade donuts at our neighbors house. So good, too good, I ate three.<br />
After that we went to my Grandparents to show off thier cute costumes, they loved seeing them.<br />
Fun filled night, and a lot of sugar.Desiree Wardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272750187452829492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177817079318574853.post-26860053462118731272011-04-17T07:33:00.001-07:002014-11-08T13:22:57.415-08:00Skye Had Her First Birthday!!!!<div style="text-align: center;">
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Baby Skye arrived!!! I think if she would have waited any longer I would have imploded from the inside, haha. My moms prayers were answered because she came the day after my brother got home from his mission, so I could be in the airport and see him. <br />
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Constantly I had people telling me I was going to pop or that I should get a back brace. I carry all out front and she was almost a pound bigger than Isaiah so my belly was quite impressive. Anyway, she is the calmest sweetest baby she has a very peaceful presence which is something we are not used to coming from a rowdy two year old. I love the new born stage. I thought I wasn't a big new born person, because I love the busyness when they get older and are talking and so excited to be learning things. But I have noticed with my second that I cherish those moments of holding them when they are so cuddly and small, because I know those moments are fleeting. <br />
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Her birth story is much like her personality. Isaiah came out like spit fire in three hours start to finish. She was a little slower, not much, she was more like ten five hours. My labor started after I went swimming in the morning, which I highly recommended to all pregnant people, it feels so good to swim pregnant and have the weight off!! Anyway, I started having what I thought was fake contractions, and went into the midwives for my check up. I saw my friend who delivered me. She checked me and said I was a three and 80% efaced. I didn't believe her because they had checked me two week previous, and said I was dilated to a two, only to find out the next week I wasn't dilated at all---go figure?? So I went home and got Isaiah to go over to our house we are remodeling. We played in the backyard in the garden box digging up dirt with dump trucks, you got to love boys. The contractions came on a little stronger, but I still thought it wasn't real. I had this fear I would go to the hospital and they would send me home. Also the contractions didn't feel strong enough because with Isaiah they were so strong. After they didn't stop I started thinking this might be real. I told Scotty that we should go to the hospital. He was I think surprised because it was a pretty mild labor and so we both didn't know if it was really happening. I got to the hospital and they checked me I was dilated to a five. I asked the nurse if they were sending me home, she just laughed at me. Luckily they don't send you home if you are a five. They immediatley hooked me up to antibiotics, because I tested positive for strep and then called my midwive, which was my roomate from college. Fun huh. She showed up and we reminisced about Peru and our study abroad there. We were laughing about hiking the Inca trail and all puking our guts out, and one of our friends puking all over my shoes which I had to hike in the next two days, and about me hallucinating and in the tent....good times. During talking I got to get in the tub, which I was thrilled about because Isaiah came so fast there wasn't time. I got out and she checked me I was worried I hadn't dilated at all. I got out of the tub and put on my hypno babies in my cd player, because I couldn't find my ipod. To anyone wanting to go natural I highly recommended the hypno babies program. I listened to the CD that was all about visualizing her coming. I can honestly say I didn't feel pain, pressure yes, but not pain. With Isaiah it was definitley painful, because it was so intense and never let up. She checked me again and I was an 8 1/2 and completley efaced. I asked her if I was transitioning. She laughed and asked me if I had to ask her that. It felt so calm and peaceful and honestly such a spiritual experience I could feel her with me. A little while later I was fully dilated and she was kept in there by my water that had not broke, so they broke my water. All of the peaceful feelings that I was feeling went out the window. WOW, talk about fast and furious. She came in five minutes of me screaming and Scotty and the nurse holding my legs trying to get me to bend them, which I was not having. the reason it was so painful because she was posterior and flipped her shoulders coming out---owww. I remember looking up seeing this poor little nurse in the back of the room that was prego,her eyes were as big as saucers. I thought I am ruining her to ever wanting to give birth. </div>
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Desiree Wardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272750187452829492noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177817079318574853.post-44906227476977178712010-10-22T21:13:00.000-07:002015-05-10T06:31:16.283-07:00Isn't He Adorable<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TMJhfzKgTRI/AAAAAAAAAtg/c6FmUTpB1A4/s1600/IMG_1898.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531090491302497554" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TMJhfzKgTRI/AAAAAAAAAtg/c6FmUTpB1A4/s400/IMG_1898.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>Where does time go?? I haven't posted in awhile, and I have birthday pics for Isaiah that I still need to post. Look at this little picture, he is growing up so fast. I already feel that twinge of don't grow up, stay little so I can let you sit on my lap and read truck books.<br />
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I am excited for number two to join the picture. I haven't officially announced it on the blog but I am PREGO!! This is probably old news to most of you, but I felt a little announcement was in order for those of you who don't know. I am 16 weeks along right now. The crazy thing is I forget most days that I am pregnant, except for when I am running in the morning and it takes a little more work. Life has been so crazy as of late that sometimes I look down at my little bump and remember I am pregnant-sorry little one- I promise to remember you. I am greatful that I feel better that the nauseousness has stopped, and I have started getting a little energy back so that I feel normal enough.<br />
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I can't wait to add another smiling face to my life. I swear I laugh everyday as a mom. Isaiah has been learning a lot of words lately, one of them being burp. He thinks it is hilarious to say burp when he burps, the funny thing anything that comes out of his mouth he thinks is a burp. The other day my Grandma was over, she is the sweetest most proper woman I know. While she was over Isaiah burped and thought it was so great, that he wanted my Grandma to burp. He kept saying to her, I want burp, I want burp. It was a riot to watch my Grandma's reaction. She gently told him, Honey Grandma is not very good at that. It made me smile.<br />
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Some other exciting news, is we might be buying a house. We have been looking for a house to accommodate our growing family, and found a cute little fixer upper with three bedrooms upstairs. The only thing holding me back, (scotty is sold on it), is the kitchen, but with some tender loving care I think it will be a perfect fit.<br />
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Desiree Wardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272750187452829492noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177817079318574853.post-9764053312895961442010-09-16T13:01:00.000-07:002010-09-08T13:29:30.962-07:00Dinner in 20 minutes, Heirloom Tomatoes and Fresh Mozerrella Pizza<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">Summer seems like it just keeps rolling along even if I am not ready for it to be compeletly done. The days are starting to get shorter, and my morning runs seem like they are going back to running in the dark. Lately I just have wanted to eat a lot of fresh produce and cook very little. This is one of those meals, a margherita pizza, with fresh garden tomatoes, and fresh mozzerella. It is quick and easy, and always a crowd pleaser. The secret to making this dinner so fast and easy is I get the dough for the crust at California Pizza Kitchen. They sell the thier dough already rolled out for you for ONE DOLLAR. They are smaller pizzas so I normally buy two. In fact I actually just bought six last time and froze the extras for when I need to take a meal to someone, or for a quick weeknight dinner. They sell white, or whole wheat multi grain dough. I always go for the whole wheat multi grain dough because the dough is still light and is a little better for you.</div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjlAhnO-S1Q/TIfrxB3UOQI/AAAAAAAACm0/mxOYdjg2hWQ/s1600/Summer+Food+Pics+2010+044.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjlAhnO-S1Q/TIfrxB3UOQI/AAAAAAAACm0/mxOYdjg2hWQ/s320/Summer+Food+Pics+2010+044.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div>It is hard to tell from these pictures what is on this pizza. What you are looking at is yellow and red hierloom tomatoes from <a href="http://http//www.heritageharvest.net/">Jacobs Cove Farm,</a> which is an amazing place where they grow so many different varieties of organic tomatoes.<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjlAhnO-S1Q/TIfrxj6PxYI/AAAAAAAACm8/-5E8dmcXvcM/s1600/Summer+Food+Pics+2010+045.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjlAhnO-S1Q/TIfrxj6PxYI/AAAAAAAACm8/-5E8dmcXvcM/s320/Summer+Food+Pics+2010+045.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div>Here is what the crust comes like, already rolled out for you, and ready to go.<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjlAhnO-S1Q/TIfrx0H7taI/AAAAAAAACnE/APofPq5Hp6o/s1600/Summer+Food+Pics+2010+069.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjlAhnO-S1Q/TIfrx0H7taI/AAAAAAAACnE/APofPq5Hp6o/s320/Summer+Food+Pics+2010+069.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong>Fresh Tomato and Mozzerella Pizza</strong></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center">Caifornia Pizza Kitchen Multigrain dough</div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center">Red Sauce</div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center">Fresh Mozzerella</div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center">Garden Tomatoes</div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center">Fresh Basil</div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center">Parmesan</div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center">Spread the sauce on, then top with thinly sliced cheese, and next the tomatoes. Sprinkle on chopped basil, salt and pepper, and a little parmesan on top. I baked mine in a 400 degree oven on a pizza stone for about 15 minutes. </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center">Tip: to make this gluten free, I have topped a portobella mushroom before with sauce, the tomatoes, and cheese, wrapped it in tinfoil and baked it at the same temperature until the mushroom is soft. Then take off the tinfoil and broil it to melt the cheese.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177817079318574853.post-47886827642072241102010-09-09T13:02:00.000-07:002015-12-04T23:59:38.377-08:00Windy RiversWe just took a backpacking trip to the Wind Rivers, or should I say the "windy rivers". The wind blows so fast there it makes the clouds run by. It was a lot of fun, our original plan was to back pack in Isaiah. Luckily Scottie's sweet sister took him last minute. I am so glad that we changed our plans and decided not to take him. Don't worry Isaiah we are going to take you down south to camp. Scotty and I were both itching to take him camping because he would love it. What we didn't think of was the cold temps at night and the hike in. One night it got down to 17 degrees. I slept really warm which was a blessing, but the morning was COLD. The hike in was amazing, the scenery in the Cirque is breathtaking, massive peaks on all sides for a 360 view. But the hike was not conducive to little ones, we hiked 9-10 miles in and the last three were boulder hopping. Without Isaiah and all of his stuff our pack were already heavy, we brought food for an army.<br />
It turned out to be a really amazing trip, I read a ton and finished a really good book, Scotty went on a multi pitch climb up the face of a steep cliff, and I hiked to the top of a peak. It had been way to long since both of us had been backpacking and I almost felt like a novice all over again, wondering what to pack, what food to bring. It made me want to go again soon. The joy of being outside all day long and having nothing to do was glorious.<br />
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An amazing lake of glacier water that we all jumped into.<br />
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More reading, wow I think this is the most I have read in years.<br />
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Scotty on his multi pitch climb. When his mom saw his pictures, she started crying and said "maybe you married the wrong girl, I can't believe she would let you do this". The climb was not very technical but really exposed and high. As a side note Nancy was joking we are really close, and I believe she Nancy is the best mother in law you could ever ask for.<br />
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Desiree Wardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272750187452829492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177817079318574853.post-64733526966718598572010-06-29T19:07:00.000-07:002014-11-08T13:24:36.738-08:00Running in the buffToday I was looking at my little boy and I had an overwhelming feeling of gratefulness to be a mom come over me. He is so small and sweet. I was looking at his little sticky hand prints on the window and a quote I have hanging up came to me, it says, "enjoy the little things in life for one day you will look back and realize they are the big things." I feel so lucky to be his mom, watching him grow, and learn He is my little bud, making me laugh constantly. <br />
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Summer has felt like a familiar friend returning home. I love the warm nights, and carefree days. It is so fun to play outside, go to the pool, eat watermelon on the back porch, bike up the canyon, and go for long runs without snow on the ground! Being a mom in the summer is way cooler than being a mom in the winter. Isaiah is learning to say a few words and by far truck is his favorite. He loves to spot them, you would be shocked how many trucks there are in this world. Today we were reading a book and it had a picture of a truck in it. The story stopped there, we had to look at the truck picture for a good five minutes. After the book, I tried to put him down for a nap after and put the book away, but he wasn't having it. He kept yelling for the truck, so I propped the book up next to his crib with the picture of the truck open. He was content to go to sleep after that. Being a mom is the best job. I hope I can remember these precious little moments that make my heart smile. Time goes by so fast, and I think I am ready to add another little bundle of joy to the mix. My running friend told me she is pregnant today. She inspired me to stay running when I get pregnant. She is still running so fast! We did speed work outs today and she was leading us with a 5:40 pace for the minute pickups. It made me realize that I can still run and maybe even race pregnant. Obviously not fast, but I can still not totally loose all of my endurance and lungs. I think I am going to train for the Xterra race in September, it is a mountain bike, trail run, lake swim triathlon. Unless a little bambino changes the plans, which I would change happily. </div>
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Desiree Wardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272750187452829492noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177817079318574853.post-26613399049624593432010-06-19T13:48:00.000-07:002010-06-28T13:29:54.174-07:00Scott's Project<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TB0vkwgGMvI/AAAAAAAAAno/3sEmxTdOrrc/s1600/Water+Damn,+Popsicles+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484592229748454130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TB0vkwgGMvI/AAAAAAAAAno/3sEmxTdOrrc/s400/Water+Damn,+Popsicles+012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TB0vj6QpCoI/AAAAAAAAAng/C5me8CepzQQ/s1600/Water+Damn,+Popsicles+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484592215188114050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TB0vj6QpCoI/AAAAAAAAAng/C5me8CepzQQ/s400/Water+Damn,+Popsicles+013.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TB0vjB0i7RI/AAAAAAAAAnY/KHoHBbyEEP8/s1600/Water+Damn,+Popsicles+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484592200037887250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TB0vjB0i7RI/AAAAAAAAAnY/KHoHBbyEEP8/s400/Water+Damn,+Popsicles+010.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TB0vivYB6yI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/dDGTe0vm88Y/s1600/Water+Damn,+Popsicles+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484592195086445346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TB0vivYB6yI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/dDGTe0vm88Y/s400/Water+Damn,+Popsicles+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TB0viDbKTZI/AAAAAAAAAnI/ZYjPBkma6Wo/s1600/Water+Damn,+Popsicles+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484592183288417682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TB0viDbKTZI/AAAAAAAAAnI/ZYjPBkma6Wo/s400/Water+Damn,+Popsicles+005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Scotty had a brilliant idea to damn up the irrigation water rushing past our house to water our lawn. We recruited the help of our neighbors metal boards, our weights, and whatever random boards we had laying around. Needless to say we ended up creating more of a swimming pool, but we did manage to water half our lawn. Isaiah was loving it, he kept trying to drink the water, so gross, so I gave him a sippy cup with clean water. He took the sippy cup happily and dipped it in the dirty water, and then drank from it. At this point I just had to laugh. Scottie's brilliant idea turned sour when we got home later that night and had a written out complaint from the city left on our door step. Turns out people don't appreciate a swimming pool in the street.Desiree Wardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272750187452829492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177817079318574853.post-27348409159683892442010-06-14T08:18:00.001-07:002010-06-16T20:27:22.293-07:00If You Want a Good Laugh Watch ThisKids do the funniest things. I decided I need to start writing more of the day to day things, because there are so many funny things that happen that I want to remember, this is one of them. Isaiah wanted to play in the Vics Vapor rub so he kept handing us the jar to open it. To which Scotty would pretend he couldn't get it open, because we didn't want him playing in it. Sweet little Isaiah took his turn at opening the "tough" lid.<div><br /><div> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> <iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzAmyR61zsFHmLQkzr0ctrS9eC7hdt6tAXnRlYiofIwPsVzGfGozkz4iEpz87RcD0_-GHD-YJE2fq4z6r1HPA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div></div>Desiree Wardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272750187452829492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177817079318574853.post-73763982620361601042010-06-14T06:42:00.000-07:002010-06-14T07:55:50.382-07:00Utah Valley Marathon<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TBYx3HvMOyI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ZVZVLW819mg/s1600/Utah+Valley+Marathon+6-2010+032.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TBYx3HvMOyI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ZVZVLW819mg/s320/Utah+Valley+Marathon+6-2010+032.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><p>This is the finish line of the Utah Valley marathon, I made it! What a journey. After months of training for the Salt Lake Marathon only to pass out at mile 24, I had to tackle this beast one more time. So I decided to do the Utah Valley marathon, six weeks more of early mornings, a lot of long runs, and tired legs paid off. Quite honestly I am really going to miss training, I enjoyed getting up early, the chatting sessions with Amanda, and Melody, and the sitting in the river after long runs. It is so nice to have time as a mom to yourself, and time to talk, even if it comes at 5 in the morning.</p><p>The marathon turned out even better than I had hoped for. My goal was to pace myself with the 3:10 pacer for as long as I could, and hopefully keep him in site. (The winner of the marathon last year volunteered to pace the men who wanted to qualify for Boston, men have to have a 3:10 to qualify.) I was worried about going out to fast with him in the beginning because my fastest marathon, before this was a 3:35. The Salt Lake marathon was faster, but we all know what happened there. I started running with the pacer, and to be honest it felt like a training run in the beginning, we were all talking and having a good time. I ran with him for 16 miles, 7:15 minute miles. After mile 16 I still felt really good, so I picked up the pace a little bit and started running with another guy. We kept right on talking until mile 20. At that point I saw a couple of my friends that had run the half marathon and had come to cheer, they told me my other friend Amanda was right up ahead of me. I picked up the pace and ran a 6:45, and kept running 6:50 for the next six. It felt so good. I didn't look at my watch I had no idea how fast I was going, I just felt really good. My family and friends were there cheering, I think that made me pick up the pace. The last two miles my friend Marie ran with me. It was funny because I was so zoned out, that I didn't recognize her, she was jumping up and down waving her arms, and it didn't click in my brain that it was her. It was nice to have her there. At the end I could see the time clock and I couldn't believe it, 3:06!!!! My goal was 3:15!! It was such a fun race, for the first 20 miles I was just talking and having a good time, the last six were just getting it done.</p><p>Honestly the time didn't matter as much, the most empowering thing to me was to set a goal and finally realize it. I am so glad that I didn't give up after Salt Lake, because I knew I had it in me. It taught me that really you can accomplish anything you set your mind to, with goals, hard work, patience, and the belief that you can do it. That might sound so cliche, but it taught me such a powerful lesson. In fact I wrote Jesse on his mission about it, because it reminded me of my mission, and life in general. Training and running a marathon taught me that you have to have an end in mind, a point that you are moving towards, and with that focus and direction everything falls into place. Because you will naturally start doing things that will bring you to that end goal. Most importantly if you have the whole purpose of this life in mind, to return home worthy, then naturally you will start making the choices necessary to align your life with that end realization. It isn't always the easiest choice, or the most convenient, but the Lord knew we were capable of hard things, and that accomplishing hard things refines us and makes us more empowered to accomplish the things that await us in the future.<br /></p><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TBYx3SqR7eI/AAAAAAAAAlg/yODIRPwEeBg/s1600/Utah+Valley+Marathon+6-2010+048.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TBYx3SqR7eI/AAAAAAAAAlg/yODIRPwEeBg/s320/Utah+Valley+Marathon+6-2010+048.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div>My sister in law Jen, this was her first marathon and she finished strong!<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TBYx33hH6RI/AAAAAAAAAlo/p4aC-22G3gg/s1600/Utah+Valley+Marathon+6-2010+062.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TBYx33hH6RI/AAAAAAAAAlo/p4aC-22G3gg/s320/Utah+Valley+Marathon+6-2010+062.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div>I finished third place in my age group, and tenth overall.<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TBYx4CobfFI/AAAAAAAAAlw/kH6XNr57Q34/s1600/Utah+Valley+Marathon+6-2010+003.jpg"></a></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Desiree Wardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272750187452829492noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177817079318574853.post-23443808961733780972010-06-14T06:39:00.000-07:002010-06-14T06:55:26.003-07:00Hard Work Pays Off<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TBYxCxABb8I/AAAAAAAAAk4/uMFE_igwutY/s1600/Utah+Valley+Marathon+6-2010+035.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TBYxCxABb8I/AAAAAAAAAk4/uMFE_igwutY/s320/Utah+Valley+Marathon+6-2010+035.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">I look like I just ran a marathon in the rain!<br /></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TBYxDSCGbyI/AAAAAAAAAlA/dNmG4E9PgBk/s1600/Utah+Valley+Marathon+6-2010+041.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TBYxDSCGbyI/AAAAAAAAAlA/dNmG4E9PgBk/s320/Utah+Valley+Marathon+6-2010+041.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div>My friends that I have been training with. Lot of EARLY mornings with these fine ladies. When I say early, I mean middle of the night early. A lot of long runs at 4:45 in the morning so that we could be back in time for husbands to go to work.<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TBYxDl4BC_I/AAAAAAAAAlI/WfF6HaqiAUk/s1600/Utah+Valley+Marathon+6-2010+037.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TBYxDl4BC_I/AAAAAAAAAlI/WfF6HaqiAUk/s320/Utah+Valley+Marathon+6-2010+037.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div>Wow!! Don't know these people but they are definitley blog worthy. <br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TBYxEItC7zI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ULhlvg5eQeY/s1600/Utah+Valley+Marathon+6-2010+013.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TBYxEItC7zI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ULhlvg5eQeY/s320/Utah+Valley+Marathon+6-2010+013.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center">Running with my friends that I picked up along the way. The one in the black was trying to qualify for Boston, and the other one I ran with for a good five or six miles. They were so nice, and since my Ipod did not work, thats right 26.2 miles sans music, it was nice to have company. We talked about kids, missions, and how he got into running because his mom would drop them off a couple of miles from home and make them run home, apparently he had a lot of energy. Good idea mom, I think I will try that in the future.</div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Desiree Wardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272750187452829492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177817079318574853.post-89617386369239273552010-06-14T05:31:00.000-07:002010-06-14T07:45:17.661-07:00Green Smoothies with Dad<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TBYlXC1nKGI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/EvBiMrtAWQQ/s1600/IMG_0659.JPG"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TBYlWl1Rq6I/AAAAAAAAAkI/u_leeUPjJ9I/s1600/IMG_0644.JPG"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TBYhq-5iwqI/AAAAAAAAAj4/M0XIGYvt08Q/s1600/Utah+Valley+Marathon+6-2010+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482606618692731554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TBYhq-5iwqI/AAAAAAAAAj4/M0XIGYvt08Q/s400/Utah+Valley+Marathon+6-2010+008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TBYhqdSI0TI/AAAAAAAAAjw/00BObzS3LdU/s1600/Utah+Valley+Marathon+6-2010+006.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TBYhp8yBAyI/AAAAAAAAAjo/LN28y8hxZ1o/s1600/Utah+Valley+Marathon+6-2010+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482606600944419618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TBYhp8yBAyI/AAAAAAAAAjo/LN28y8hxZ1o/s400/Utah+Valley+Marathon+6-2010+005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This is a typical day in our house. Isaiah LOVES to be outside and the minute he wakes up he is handing me his shoes. That makes for pretty early 7 am, backyard hangouts. Lately since it has been warm we have been hanging out on the back porch eating. This is breakfast, green smoothies. I finally found a cup that works really well for kids drinking green smoothies. I have bought a couple, and the smoothie is too thick to go through the straw. I finally found this one at Shop ko, of all places. It has a wide straw and a top that doesn't come off easily. Up until this point I would just give Isaiah sips of mine, resulting a huge adorable green mustache, and not so adorable a green mess all over my shirt. <div>Anyway, enough about my new find. I wanted to make an early fathers day post. A little tribute to such an amazing dad. As you can see Isaiah loves hanging out with his dad, mom is not near as cool as dad in most cases, unless I am cooking and he is hungry. It is so fun to watch Scotty as a dad. You never know what sides are going to come out in you as a parent. Scottie's tender side has really come out, it is so cute to watch him rock Isaiah to sleep, and try to console him when the world is coming to an end because you took his favorite lawn mower away from him. Yes you heard me, Isaiah's favorite toy in the world is a plastic lawn mower that we have to take everywhere with us. Another side of Scotty that has come out is the little kid in him. He loves to wrestle around and play with Isaiah. Whenever I see Scottie's coming home from work, I will tell Isaiah papas coming, to which he immediately responds by crawling up on the top of the couch and to look out the window that faces the street. When he sees Scotty walking up he will usually yell papa, and jump down from the couch and run to the back door where Scotty comes in. It is always a blessing when Scotty comes home, for mommy and Isaiah.</div><div>And the last side that has come out in Scotty is his manly side. Well that has always been there but it is so fun to watch the two of them work on projects together. Isaiah insists on "helping" him screw in the bolts, or whatever manly thing they are working on. I think he is going to be a handy man like his dad, because he watches and mimics everything he does. If Scotty screws in something, he will take the screw driver and try right after him, it is so funny. </div><div>Wow that was a long post, I am used to waking up and running in the morning, and wake up automatically at six, so I have a lot of time on my hands right now,it is kind of nice to catch up.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TBYlWl1Rq6I/AAAAAAAAAkI/u_leeUPjJ9I/s400/IMG_0644.JPG" /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TBYlXC1nKGI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/EvBiMrtAWQQ/s400/IMG_0659.JPG" /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TBYlWAjNlPI/AAAAAAAAAkA/eQRFqvkZ6Ug/s400/IMG_0638.JPG" /></div><div><br /></div><div></div>Desiree Wardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272750187452829492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177817079318574853.post-7751236979586236482010-06-04T10:53:00.000-07:002010-06-14T06:16:50.008-07:00Fun at the Cabin<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TAlAynoBYAI/AAAAAAAAAjY/G1HyrMY1ZTc/s1600/Timberlakes+Cabin+5-2010+043.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TAlAynoBYAI/AAAAAAAAAjY/G1HyrMY1ZTc/s400/Timberlakes+Cabin+5-2010+043.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478981660047400962" /></a>I love watching my Dad with Isaiah. I am so grateful to have a Dad that is still a kid at heart. This weekend we went to my Grandpa's cabin. I really shouldn't call it a cabin, because it is three stories, six bedrooms, and has a hot tub. My grandpa recently bought it through his work as a company cabin. Generous as they are they let us use it, it is becoming a family tradition that I love. This weekend compromised of lots of good food, games when the kids were in bed, hot tubbing, steep trail runs, Thomas the train, and lots of laughs. It is so nice to get away with the family and have time to just hang out.<div><br /><div>Here we are on a little hike, right down the road from the cabin. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TAlAyONWxVI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Tay1GCQ30cw/s1600/Timberlakes+Cabin+5-2010+017.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TAlAyONWxVI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Tay1GCQ30cw/s400/Timberlakes+Cabin+5-2010+017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478981653224670546" /></a>This is Matt, my brother in law, Christy, my sister in law, such a trooper, trekking down the steep hill pregnant. Zachy her son, and me and Isaiah. I know you were probably thinking that must be some famous person behind those big sun glasses. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TAlAxlW4f6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/QBgoKJ09W7Y/s1600/Timberlakes+Cabin+5-2010+011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TAlAxlW4f6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/QBgoKJ09W7Y/s400/Timberlakes+Cabin+5-2010+011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478981642258775970" /></a>Little kids find so much joy in the smallest things. What a good reminder to enjoy the little things.<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TAk9phcKXkI/AAAAAAAAAiY/2hGC7YUf8Ds/s1600/Timberlakes+Cabin+5-2010+049.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TAk9phcKXkI/AAAAAAAAAiY/2hGC7YUf8Ds/s320/Timberlakes+Cabin+5-2010+049.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TAk9qM-d5bI/AAAAAAAAAig/besMFF9Dzlc/s1600/Timberlakes+Cabin+5-2010+046.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TAk9qM-d5bI/AAAAAAAAAig/besMFF9Dzlc/s320/Timberlakes+Cabin+5-2010+046.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div>Riding Thomas the train with grandpa. Isaiah was so funny, he kept waving out the window and yelling bye bye. He loved it. <br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TAk9qYQcyDI/AAAAAAAAAio/rAmumsQFNk4/s1600/Timberlakes+Cabin+5-2010+015.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TAk9qYQcyDI/AAAAAAAAAio/rAmumsQFNk4/s320/Timberlakes+Cabin+5-2010+015.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div>Here he is not loving, getting taken back to the cabin. He wanted to stay and throw rocks for another few hours at least.<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TAk9qo041GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/wCtyHkZRLxc/s1600/Timberlakes+Cabin+5-2010+003.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/TAk9qo041GI/AAAAAAAAAiw/wCtyHkZRLxc/s320/Timberlakes+Cabin+5-2010+003.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">Zachary helping Isaiah walk up the steep hills. He is the best cousin, he is always looking out for him. Isaiah is lucky to have so many fun boy cousins. I think they are going to have a lot of fun when they get older.</div><div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div></div></div>Desiree Wardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272750187452829492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177817079318574853.post-197327555990985732010-05-24T11:30:00.000-07:002010-05-24T11:41:02.551-07:00Mothers Day Card<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/S_rFtQPR4nI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/K1_fuZ4hTOo/s1600/IMG_0981.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/S_rFtQPR4nI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/K1_fuZ4hTOo/s320/IMG_0981.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left">Here is the mothers day card, that Scotty made for his mom. He is so thoughtful and good at making cards. He makes me one almost every meaningful holiday: I look forward to these cards. I have a little love note box that I keep them all in. I am having trouble uploading other pics I have from the last couple of weeks. I will figure it out, even if it takes me a minute... </div>Desiree Wardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272750187452829492noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177817079318574853.post-20407990486067790922010-05-24T11:25:00.000-07:002010-05-25T10:30:23.339-07:00Bud the Best Gardener<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">Meet Bud, this is my greatest neighbor slash gardener extrodinaire. He has an acre garden full of tomatoes, peppers, egg plants, whatever you can think of, he grows it. Whenever I am outside in the backyard with Isaiah I can usually find Bud out working in his yard. The other day was no exception, he came walking over to me with these huge curious red stalks slung over his shoulder. It was rhubarb. I had never seen rhubarb so big. He gave me a bunch of stalks, being the kind neighbor that he is, and my mind started turning what I could do with it. Maybe rhubarb oatmeal bars, or strawberry/rhubarb jam, or maybe a pie. Any ideas???</div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/S_rEwWEpIFI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PI6cp7lcGKU/s1600/IMG_1059.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/S_rEwWEpIFI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PI6cp7lcGKU/s320/IMG_1059.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/S_rEw3RB0SI/AAAAAAAAAiI/oU05VbLu5lM/s1600/IMG_1058.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/S_rEw3RB0SI/AAAAAAAAAiI/oU05VbLu5lM/s320/IMG_1058.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Desiree Wardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272750187452829492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177817079318574853.post-47837504394196089102010-05-08T11:30:00.000-07:002010-05-08T11:50:29.209-07:00Southwestern Corn and Sweet Potato Soup<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">Admittedly this picture isn't pretty. It was right before we finished all of it, and I wanted a picture. It was such an easy and good dinner, that I had to post it. </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">This recipe was adapated from the Moosewood Cookbook, low fat favorites. I inherited this cookbook, when we bought our house. The previous owner was an ebay book seller and gave me a bunch of cookbooks. This one was such a find! I probably would have never bought the book because of the name, low fat favorites, sounds cheezy. Anyway, the recipes in it are so flavorful, and good for you, plus they always turn out. This soup recipes jumped at me because it has sweet potatoes in it, I knew it would be good, what is not to love about sweet potatoes. I added millet to get more grains in my diet, and an extra potato for creaminess, both are optional. </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/S-WttT8m3ZI/AAAAAAAAAgs/S99ZLh2oMpM/s1600/IMG_1033.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/S-WttT8m3ZI/AAAAAAAAAgs/S99ZLh2oMpM/s320/IMG_1033.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center">1/4 c millet ( optional)</div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center">1 C finely chopped onions</div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center">2 cloves garlic</div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center">1 small chili, seeded and minced</div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center">1/4 tsp salt</div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center">3-5 C stock, veggie or chicken</div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center">2 1/2 tsp cumin</div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center">1 md. sweet potato, diced</div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center">1 potato diced (optional, it just makes it a little heartier)</div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center">1/2 red bell pepper, finely chopped</div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center">3 C fresh or frozen corn</div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center">salt to taste</div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center">lime wedges, finely chopped cilantro leaves</div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center">In a heavy bottom pan, toast the millet until golden brown. Add the onions, garlic,chile, and salt to 1 C of the stock simmer for ten minutes until the onions are soft. In a small bowl make a paste with the cumin and a tablespoon of the stock, stir in the pot, and simmer for 2 minutes. Add the sweet potato, and potato (if adding), and the remaining stock ( I added close to five cups of stock because it was too thick, with the added potato and millet) cook another 10 minutes or until soft. Add the bell pepper, and corn and simmer for another 10 minutes or until they are soft. Puree about half of the soup in the blender or food processor and return it to the pot. The soup will be creamy and thick. Add salt to taste and reheat. Garnish as desired.</div>Desiree Wardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272750187452829492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177817079318574853.post-32478024597727489052010-05-08T11:10:00.000-07:002010-06-29T20:20:54.783-07:00Greatful To Be a Mama<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/S-WpF2FK5LI/AAAAAAAAAgM/1ChFG54cqLc/s1600/IMG_0992.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/S-WpF2FK5LI/AAAAAAAAAgM/1ChFG54cqLc/s320/IMG_0992.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/S-WpGYOt4vI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Lj-zUuN5Svc/s1600/IMG_0993.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/S-WpGYOt4vI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Lj-zUuN5Svc/s320/IMG_0993.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/S-WpG9Yd88I/AAAAAAAAAgc/aHmRo6bGmxA/s1600/IMG_0214.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/S-WpG9Yd88I/AAAAAAAAAgc/aHmRo6bGmxA/s320/IMG_0214.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Isaiah love limes. It is so funny, he always motions for them, and without fail after he tastes it he puckers up, and pulls a face, and then we laugh at him. But he keeps right on eating them.<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/S-WpHVE-kpI/AAAAAAAAAgk/kWftm6HW1k4/s1600/IMG_0219.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/S-WpHVE-kpI/AAAAAAAAAgk/kWftm6HW1k4/s320/IMG_0219.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">The other day was rough. Isaiah had three canines coming in, and for the past week it was grumpy city. I can't blame him, teeth ripping through gums, would make me a grumpster to. After a couple of hard mom days (at first I didn't know that he had teeth coming in and I couldn't figure out what was wrong.) I prayed that the Lord would help me with my role as a mother, nuturing and patience specifically. I had the most amazing experience. I walked in his room the next morning, and a powerful feeling came over me just how lucky I was to raise him. I felt the Lord's love for him, and that the Lord had given me the opportunity to learn from him as well as raise him. It made me realize yet again how amazing it is to be a mom. We have the opportunity to strech our characters becoming day by day more like the Saviour. Some days are crazier than others, but it keeps life interesting and ALWAYS entertaining. I heard a quote saying how children laugh three times as much as adults do. In my head I was thinking those adults aren't moms. </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Desiree Wardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272750187452829492noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177817079318574853.post-15653213856534623892010-05-08T10:05:00.000-07:002010-05-08T10:34:46.652-07:00Marathon Pics<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">I am finally getting pictures up of the marathon. I dropped my lap top and broke it, surprise, surprise, and so I am just getting a card reader that works with my other computer. Sorry lap top! Any way here is my friend Amanda, that I have been training with, and I at the finish line. Sadly Scotty didn't know that the setting was on manual instead of automatic and so a lot of the pictures while we were running were washed out. </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/S-WZzRi95gI/AAAAAAAAAfM/xegMMBdYh-s/s1600/IMG_0953.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/S-WZzRi95gI/AAAAAAAAAfM/xegMMBdYh-s/s320/IMG_0953.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>This is at the finish line. I was glad to be finished.<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/S-WZz_0iUYI/AAAAAAAAAfU/B5_6gFS98Qw/s1600/IMG_0958.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/S-WZz_0iUYI/AAAAAAAAAfU/B5_6gFS98Qw/s320/IMG_0958.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Here is Isaiah with Sydney,Sydney is Amanda's little girl, they are about the same age and so cute together. Isaiah was loving giving her hugs.<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/S-WZ0b-iNDI/AAAAAAAAAfc/LfD1tNWb-x4/s1600/IMG_0959.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/S-WZ0b-iNDI/AAAAAAAAAfc/LfD1tNWb-x4/s320/IMG_0959.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>and more hugs.... I might have to watch him when he gets bigger......<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/S-WZ1KAJOII/AAAAAAAAAfk/hgsEpc7ftP4/s1600/IMG_0964.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/S-WZ1KAJOII/AAAAAAAAAfk/hgsEpc7ftP4/s320/IMG_0964.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a>I thought this picture was so sweet. </div>Desiree Wardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272750187452829492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177817079318574853.post-50784222178811770772010-04-22T21:25:00.001-07:002010-05-08T11:07:47.842-07:00Salt Lake MarathonThis race got the best of me. For the first 20 miles it felt, dare I say effortless, maybe not effortless, but easier than I had though. Me and my friend Amanda were in fifth and sixth place the whole way, out of 1,000 plus woman. At mile 22 I started feeling really low energy wise, I had already taken a gu at mile 20, and was hoping it would kick in.<br />Mile 23 wasn't pretty, I hit the wall hard, I started slowing way down, and stopped at the mile 24 aid station to get water hoping it would wake me out of the groggy state I was in. I could feel my body shutting down. I tried to take a drink and collapsed, luckily my brother was there and caught me. After a minute I told him that we could keep going and I would walk it out, he let go of me. I collapsed again, at that point he realized I was pretty bad off. So he picked me up and carried me to the grass, the medic came over, and checked my pulse. The medic said that my pulse was threaded. I wanted to keep running. I am sure it sounded absurd, I couldn't even stand on my own. But, I was only 2 miles away!! Finally I felt more stable and tried to stand up only to collapse again. Finally after about 10 minutes of laying there my pulse got back into a normal rythm. The medic said if I could take 10 steps on my own he would let me finish the race. At this point, my time was shot, but I wanted to finish the race. I took a wobbly 10 steps, at which he said that he would bike behind me to the finish to make sure I made it. So on we went, my brother, the medic, and me. It must have been such a funny sight. Me looking like death, my brother in khakis and a polo, and the medic following a close third up the hill. Needless to say we all crossed the finish line. I finished in 3:40, the exact time you need to qualify for Boston.<br />The funny thing that was my first marathon time, and I was happy about it, but I trained a lot more for this marathon. I learned a lot about myself doing the race though. I learned that I am not a quitter, even if it is painful. I also learned that hard things pass. Nothing is permanent. I also realized how powerful family relationships are, I am grateful for the support of my brother, and Scotty.<br /><br />(My friend that I ran till mile 22 with took third overall with a 3:16. I am so proud of her!)Desiree Wardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272750187452829492noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177817079318574853.post-64676381964029227022010-03-31T21:18:00.000-07:002014-11-08T13:19:14.474-08:00When Toddlers Strike<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/S7QfnMAzPjI/AAAAAAAAAbk/zpb07UwcjDc/s1600/IMG_0837.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/S7QfnMAzPjI/AAAAAAAAAbk/zpb07UwcjDc/s400/IMG_0837.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455019806752456242" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>
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Has anyone experienced this, mom is distracted, and toddler takes advantage. Here is a picture of Isaiah dumping a full thing of baking soda all over the ground. I was unloading food from a cooking class and while my back was turned, Isaiah saw the opportunity strike to pounce on an innocent bag of baking soda. When I turned back around, and saw the white floor, my initial reaction was AAAHHH, but then when I saw how proud of his little art work he was I had to grab the camera and laugh. Little kids have a way of melting you, with their little smiles, I swear if they weren't so cute.
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Life has been busy,I have been cooking like a mad woman for Cafe Fresh helping them develop a new gluten free menu! It is a work in progress, but a lot of fun.<br />
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My goal for this year is to stay on top of blogging!! It is such a fun record of everyday events that we don't usually take the time to sit down and write, at least some of us, or maybe just me! Desiree Wardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272750187452829492noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177817079318574853.post-19074000719063281872010-03-31T21:10:00.000-07:002010-03-31T21:18:21.998-07:00Growing Up<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/S7Qegs0QXSI/AAAAAAAAAbU/0h7i4UqjEec/s1600/IMG_0867.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/S7Qegs0QXSI/AAAAAAAAAbU/0h7i4UqjEec/s400/IMG_0867.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455018595787496738" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/S7Qc05PqrCI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_lzPtVCOluU/s1600/IMG_0849.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/S7Qc05PqrCI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_lzPtVCOluU/s400/IMG_0849.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455016743697820706" /></a><br /><br />Wow I am super behind. I have pictures since Christmas, ha ha I am a slacker in the blogging world. I loved this picture, Isaiah putting on daddies boots. He is getting so big and mimics everything that we do. It is crazy how aware kids are. The other day Isaiah got a hold of a q-tip and was cleaning out his ears, and brushing his teeth with the other hand. I love my little side kick with me all day.Desiree Wardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272750187452829492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177817079318574853.post-65780936109639370132009-11-22T20:33:00.000-08:002009-11-22T20:39:41.764-08:00Homeade Applecider<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/SwoRTXAqKzI/AAAAAAAAAUg/-MmRCGFf9Nw/s1600/Fall+2009+007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/SwoRTXAqKzI/AAAAAAAAAUg/-MmRCGFf9Nw/s320/Fall+2009+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407153326903667506" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/SwoRTHChczI/AAAAAAAAAUY/d08V2_3a3eY/s1600/Fall+2009+009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/SwoRTHChczI/AAAAAAAAAUY/d08V2_3a3eY/s320/Fall+2009+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407153322616517426" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/SwoRSp5EXoI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/iAIjz8EHMDI/s1600/Fall+2009+015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/SwoRSp5EXoI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/iAIjz8EHMDI/s320/Fall+2009+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407153314792234626" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/SwoRSOkUzOI/AAAAAAAAAUI/fb138YkgnZg/s1600/Fall+2009+012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/SwoRSOkUzOI/AAAAAAAAAUI/fb138YkgnZg/s320/Fall+2009+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407153307457473762" border="0" /></a><br />Pictured here are the best neighbors in the world, Bud and Marylin Cowley!! They have taught us many things, along with how to make apple cider. Let me tell you, you have not had applecider until you have had homemade apple cider. After we tasted it we wished that we had gotten boxes of apples to make apple-cider with. We just got some from a neighbor last minute. Next year we will be armed and ready with a few boxes of apples to make the tastiest treat. I say treat ,because it is so sweet, without having to add anything to it. This press that we used is over thirty years old. It is so cool it cuts all of the apples up and then smooshes the juices out of it. Isaiah was loving playing in the leaves.Desiree Wardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272750187452829492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177817079318574853.post-50080920003363169192009-11-22T20:03:00.000-08:002009-11-22T20:50:02.902-08:00Halloween!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/SwoNEVsPpgI/AAAAAAAAAUA/12hTUlc7NKI/s1600/Fall+2009+035.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/SwoNEVsPpgI/AAAAAAAAAUA/12hTUlc7NKI/s320/Fall+2009+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407148670805059074" border="0" />Here is my cutest little chicken, every time I looked at him I had to laugh, as he waddled around the house. He even had a cute little padded butt.</a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">The crew at Halloween. There are 26 granchildren on Scottie's side. Isaiah is number 25. Here they are at the annual Halloween party. Too bad, I had food poisoning and missed out on all of the fun. Lucky for me, my family did one too, and we got to take Isaiah trick or treating (or should I say Scott). We made him go up to some houses by himself, it was hysterical. They just looked at him, and said trick or treating with the big kids huh. I will have to get some photos from that night, because Scotty came straight out of an IFA catalog, he was a dream!! Unfortunatley we forgot our camera which happens all to often.</span></span><br /></div><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/SwoKXJsEEaI/AAAAAAAAATw/B1BD3Nh4OL8/s1600/Fall+2009+038.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/SwoKXJsEEaI/AAAAAAAAATw/B1BD3Nh4OL8/s320/Fall+2009+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407145695465705890" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/SwoKW0_SVMI/AAAAAAAAATo/C6OhQpPUQl8/s1600/Fall+2009+033.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/SwoKW0_SVMI/AAAAAAAAATo/C6OhQpPUQl8/s320/Fall+2009+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407145689909187778" border="0" /></a>The little chicken and princess. Isaiah and his little cousin Kate. They are little buddies.Desiree Wardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272750187452829492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177817079318574853.post-79123375822281755792009-11-20T09:10:00.001-08:002009-12-12T11:18:24.367-08:00When opportunity knocks<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/SwbT9l_ZHKI/AAAAAAAAATE/Ehn-eAiErYE/s1600/Boy_6005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406241457828338850" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/SwbT9l_ZHKI/AAAAAAAAATE/Ehn-eAiErYE/s320/Boy_6005.jpg" border="0" /></a> So here are pics from a cookbook that I just wrote. I know crazy, huh. It all started when I emailed green smoothie girl, aka Robyn, to tell her that I was impressed with what she was doing and that I wanted to know how I could do something with my passion for cooking. She emailed me back, and told me she was looking for someone to collaborate with on a recipe book. So I jumped on it and we created a book called Healthy Holiday Recipes for Rave Reviews. You should check it out @ greensmoothiegirl.com. You have to go to her blog to read about it, or they sell it at the store on her site. It has been a lot of fun. So here is a pic of Isaiah drinking the shrek icecream. If you have picky eaters and want to get more greens in them, try a green smoothie. Whitney taught me that trick a long time ago that she learned from the green smoothie girl on u tube. He loves them, and so do me and Scotty we have one everyday. Anyway, the cookbook is a whole bunch of recipes, that are all naturally sweetened, mostly dairy free, and all whole grains. Check it out!<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/SwbRZWFyMaI/AAAAAAAAASk/Ri4WjtrLHxM/s1600/Boy_6005.jpg"></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/SwbT9RQdTYI/AAAAAAAAAS8/rL1Baka3r6A/s1600/Desiree_6232.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406241452262772098" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/SwbT9RQdTYI/AAAAAAAAAS8/rL1Baka3r6A/s320/Desiree_6232.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/SwbOmiWh9GI/AAAAAAAAASc/2-OkcOgVznY/s1600/Salad_6118.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406235564156515426" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/SwbOmiWh9GI/AAAAAAAAASc/2-OkcOgVznY/s320/Salad_6118.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/SwbOmJ97aaI/AAAAAAAAASU/O3BJtesuq1U/s1600/Snowballs_6082.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406235557610875298" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/SwbOmJ97aaI/AAAAAAAAASU/O3BJtesuq1U/s320/Snowballs_6082.jpg" border="0" /></a><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/SwbOlrQQnbI/AAAAAAAAASE/26Vyu1LWyO8/s1600/IceCream_6147.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406235549366263218" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/SwbOlrQQnbI/AAAAAAAAASE/26Vyu1LWyO8/s320/IceCream_6147.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/SwbN-G8FuoI/AAAAAAAAAR0/mTZuKEc67VY/s1600/Cupcakes_6063.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406234869603089026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/SwbN-G8FuoI/AAAAAAAAAR0/mTZuKEc67VY/s320/Cupcakes_6063.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/SwbN99LF5NI/AAAAAAAAARs/N5sw0Ph7KkI/s1600/Cranberry_6133.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406234866981659858" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/SwbN99LF5NI/AAAAAAAAARs/N5sw0Ph7KkI/s320/Cranberry_6133.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/SwbN9v3ygJI/AAAAAAAAARk/kYy3p3gKSgE/s1600/Cookies_6091.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406234863411036306" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/SwbN9v3ygJI/AAAAAAAAARk/kYy3p3gKSgE/s320/Cookies_6091.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/SwbN9dxA6ZI/AAAAAAAAARc/Y5xRaL8b6cc/s1600/Boy_6020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406234858550782354" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOerzjjoV_0/SwbN9dxA6ZI/AAAAAAAAARc/Y5xRaL8b6cc/s320/Boy_6020.jpg" border="0" /></a><div><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Desiree Wardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272750187452829492noreply@blogger.com3