tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31376952678340619422024-03-05T03:15:41.349-07:00The Riches Pat and Anna styleThe adventure Blog of Pat and Anna-Lisa RichPatrick Richhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330971994952534141noreply@blogger.comBlogger210125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137695267834061942.post-42069821475605578182015-06-02T12:16:00.000-06:002015-06-02T13:14:02.995-06:00Moab - Finally all togetherI've been to Moab lots, and so has Anna...even Amelia and I have been recently but Daphne had never been and we as a family hadn't been; that has since changed.<br />
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Because the girls are too young for school my policy has been to work Memorial day and vacation then next weekend. It works out great and from what I hear, we wouldn't have even been able to do it over memorial day because of the crowds. Getting it all together was a bit of a challenge because:<br />
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b. Anna and I have had crazy weeks.<br />
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But we did it and Friday morning we were off. Originally we were planning on "dry" camping off Willow Springs Road without any kind of facility support but decided that pit toilets were preferable to trailer toilets (in theory) and the fact that the Archview campground no longer has water to fill the tanks we took our chances with Moab's prettiest busiest campground - Sandflats recreation area.<br />
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Lucky for us we got a great site.<br />
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Friday was all about setting up and letting the girls stretch their legs. Amelia is a pretty good car companion, but Daphne has the patience of a flea and she was aching to be "Ooow" [Out].<br />
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They were pretty happy to be out of the car and playing.<br />
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We roasted hot dogs and marshmallows that evening and hoped for the best for sleep. Daphne has a history of not sleeping anywhere well, especially camping. She did...not great but we got some sleep.<br />
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The next day was arches, we actually had TONS of things we wanted to do but we figured Arches NP would be the one we could spend some time at and see different things. Did you know that if you have a bladder infection that it REALLY hurts to hold it in? I do know. Poor Amelia told us before we left that she had some problems going but its not too uncommon for her and we didn't think much of it, until we are waiting 20 cars back to get into arches and the poor thing is balling her eyes out cause she has to go so bad. We found out when we got home that it is indeed a bladder infection and she is doing much better on antibiotics. After unwinding from the trauma of the car in the visitors center, we decide to try out a new hike for Anna and me called Sand Dune Arch. It is towards the end of the park road and really short.<br />
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It turned out to be a perfect choice.<br />
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Its basically a tiny, short trail between 2 fins that have birthed a deep, soft fine sand dune with nice, cool, shady parts to play in.<br />
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The girls had a very nice time and Amelia took some great pictures with her camera.<br />
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This is the sand.<br />
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After that we had a nice little lunch and we decided to try to visit a less populated part of the park that requires 4wd. Amelia and I drove this road (creatively name "4WD Road" by the park) when we did our big adventure last year but she was asleep when we passed Eye of the Whale arch and so we didn't stop to see it. It was a good choice.<br />
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It is a very short walk to the arch itself and a really neat little arch. We got to play in the pond and see all the wildlife that we had learned about in the visitors center...the pond life section was Daphne's favorite. We saw shrimp and tadpoles and those weird looking mini horseshoe crab deals and everything. <br />
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Here is the view from inside the eye of the whale to the other side. <br />
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Back in the car the girls were pretty much spent. They didn't sleep well and haven't had naps. Time to get back to camp. The original plan was to drive to Bull Canyon to see the bottom of Gemini Bridges or to check out Kens lake, but I think some down time is in order. <br />
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Amelia and Daphne took the down time to play with dolls, and take lots of pictures<br />
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Having a trailer with big beds and lots of room to move around sure is nice.<br />
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Then we all worked together to make some dutch oven pizza from scratch. One of the easiest and tastiest DO meals ever. Here are the girls making sure the toppings are safe to eat.<br />
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20 minutes on the coals yields a perfectly cooked pizza with a lovely brick over taste. BTW, the coleman dutch over liners are golden...buy them. You just pull out the liner and voila! The dishes are done. <br />
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What a day. Time to relax and watch the show. Hoping that Daphne AND Amelia get some sleep tonight.<br />
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And then got to the business of getting home to clean up and get back to life. Anna was worried that I didn't like the trip, probably because I looked to tired, but I did. I loved it and despite the problems I would do it again in a heartbeat. The faces of these girls as they find a lizard, or played in the sand, or just had fun jumping on the beds was more than enough motivation for me.Patrick Richhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330971994952534141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137695267834061942.post-79727678286280256382015-02-05T13:59:00.000-07:002015-02-05T13:59:02.693-07:00Ahoy Ahoy<i>Honey treated all of us to a Disney Cruise for Christmas!!!!! It was a blast and Millie is already packing for our next cruise! We started off on a rough note - Millie got a terrible cough and a fever the day before we left. Then, we took the red eye into Orlando and hired a bus driver to drive us four hours to Miami. Never again, why you ask - well, about 45 minutes into our drive, our bus got pulled over. It was being painted so the police man coudn't see any numbers on it. Who knows, it might not have even had a license plate on it, we were all so groggy from our red eye and quite frankly, we didn't give it a second thought, we just hopped on the bus. Well, to complicate the matter, our driver didn't even have a CDL so we had to wait 2 hours or so for someone to come to our rescue! I like to think of it as awesome, funny memories (really, that is what we are all going to remember) and we made it to the ship on time (the most important thing). I learned a lot when Pat and I took our Honeymoon to Norway and didn't have a luggage for 5 days, couldn't figure out how to get money from the ATMs and then later got stranded in a town that only accepted Norwegian cards and we had no cash so we had to take a 3 mile jog to the nearest American ATM! It all makes for the best memories so, might as well make the most of it! </i><br />
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<i>I was so excited about this cruise, probably more than Millie and way more than Pat. I made magnets for our door, spent a long time on our pirate costumes and packed Millie a backpack full of fun. When we got to our rooms, the first thing we did was change into our swimsuits (which we stowed in our carry-ons) and Millie played in our porthole (huge right also, the bathrooms are really big too!). Pat told her to do a pose and this is what we got!</i><br />
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<i>Yay! By the third night we got to eat in the dining room with the rest of the family - and such a cute restaurant called the Animator's Palette. Everything is black and white and at the end of dinner the pictures on the wall come alive. Millie really liked her strawberry shortcake.</i><br />
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<i>And here are all of Millie's cute cousins minus Daphne, Duncan and Charlie. Pretty fun group.</i><br />
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<i>Such a fun trip, THANK YOU Honey for an amazing vacation we will remember forever!</i><br />
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<i>And another big thanks to my Mom and Dad for taking care of Daphne so we could play!</i>Patrick Richhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330971994952534141noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137695267834061942.post-72362728088769790612015-01-05T14:23:00.002-07:002015-01-05T14:23:53.040-07:00December<i>What a busy month! But I don't mind, it's so nice to do all the fun things with my family and create new traditions for ourselves. Not gonna lie, tons of pictures!!</i><br />
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<i>We started off the month with breakfast with Santa at Honey's house. Pat's mom and her sisters always do a cute little breakfast with all the cousins and their kids. Santa is so nice and Millie is starting to warm up to him.</i><br />
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<i> We decorated sugar cookies. It was all I could do not to "fix" Millie's cookies. She had such a good time and showed a lot of pride for decorating them herself. I did fix Pat's cookies though!</i><br />
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<i>While it was still warm we went to Gardner Village with my mom and Mormor to find the elves and have a picnic. Millie didn't understand where the witches were. She kept asking about the witches because they do a witch hunt during October.</i><br />
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<i>One night each December we go up to meet Pat, have dinner and see the lights at Temple Square. We pack hot chocolate and cookies. It has become one of our favorite traditions. Millie absolutely loves running around and next year Daphne will be able to join her. This year was so nice. We went to dinner at Kneaders and lucked out. Santa was there. This time Daphne would sit on his lap (he sucked her in with a stuffed puppy!) but Millie was a little weary of him. They were also selling their french toast, yeah for me!!!! </i><br />
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<i> And on Christmas morning we woke up to this!!!! Seriously, the best Christmas morning EVER!!!</i><br />
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<i>Millie got to see lots of her cousin Abby. Abby is awesome!! Here they are in dress-ups that Aunt Sarah sent them. The fairy dress is so dang cute!!!</i><br />
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<i>Pat took a little adventure with Wade into the Needles District of Canyonlands. I still have never been to Canyonlands but this was not a trip for me! Lots of rocks and driving on said rocks. The hikes look pretty awesome though!</i></div>
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<i>The last Wednesday in November is a free day at the zoo. I took advantage of the warm weather, pack a lunch and invited my mom to join us. We had a really nice time looking at the animals and having a lovely picnic, that made Millie VERY happy. Picnics are one of her favorite things.</i><br />
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<i>Turkey Day!!! Here's my Drumstick Dash turnout for 2015 - the 10th annual. Not a huge turnout (I was kind of bummed) but my awesome parents came as well as my cook cousin Kari and my neighbors who have tow daughters close in age to Millie and Daphne (love them!!).</i><br />
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<i>Our ward does a great Halloween party every year and everyone dresses up! When we moved in and found out that even adults dress up I was in Heaven! </i><br />
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<i> Here's Millie's cute pre-school class. Her teacher takes them around trick-or-treating to some of her neighbors and then takes them down to the street in a parade so they can wave to all the cars! So cute. The class was complete with Elsa (only one surprisingly), Anna, and Olaf!</i><br />
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<i> After a meal of Frankenstein green grapes, mummy dogs and apples and caramel we got in our costumes and started our evening of trick-or-treating. </i><br />
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<i> This is out of order but oh well! A few nights before Halloween we carved pumpkins. This was a first for Millie. Normally she just paints a pumpkin. I usually prefer that method myself but I really wanted to try carving Tinkerbell (saw it on Pinterest) and use a drill this year. The drilling was very fun to do! Millie loved all the squishy guts.</i><br />
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Patrick Richhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330971994952534141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137695267834061942.post-48697673727108337532015-01-04T13:49:00.002-07:002015-01-04T13:53:11.547-07:00Remember September?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Remember September? Yep, it was a while ago! Here's what we did:</i><br />
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<i>We set up our car shelter, pulled out some french bread, cheese and salami and had lunch. We have an awesome high chair now since Daphne crawled out of our other one, fell off and fractured her skull. This new one folds up and is light and portable. We take it everywhere! So she had a nice place to sit. Millie had to stay on our ground cloth because we forgot shoes for her be she loved every minute of our spur of the moment adventure. It was really nice to be outside in nature with the family....next time we'll remember the hot chocolate!</i><br />
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<i> The girls especially love it when Daddy's car is empty and the car run and play in it!</i><br />
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<i> Pat took a few drives on his way to film in Park City and at the Senior Leadership Conference. These days were prettier and with the absence of yours truly he can actually drive on rocks!</i><br />
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<i> We checked out the Children's Museum in downtown St. George - perfect thing to do on a rainy day. It's "free" too.......though when you enter they say, it's free but we ask you to make a suggested donation of $5/person. And then they wait for you to pay before they give you the wristbands! Regardless, it was worth paying - sooo fun. It is way better then the Discovery Gateway Children's Museum. Millie still talks about going there. It's small but it's set up so well that you can't tell. Each room is a different theme - as you can see, there's a post office, a theater (totally cool, the kids control the music lights!) an auto shop (Pat was in heaven teaching the girls how to change a tire). There was a music room, a science room, a sports room. Really, I'm getting excited all over again!</i><br />
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<i>It was a fun trip and nice to have cousins to play with.</i><br />
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<i>This picture taking is getting HARD! Daphne is all over the place, crawling off the chair, pulling the sign down. It's a miracle I got one picture.</i><br />
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<i>Daphne has two teeth. She's an army crawler and practically professional at it. She is so fast. She loves to play chase. If you say "Daphne, I'm gonna get you" she takes off. And then she looks back to make sure you are coming. She also likes to "chase" her big sister around the house. We fly her around the room to chase her and she is in heaven. She giggles and laughs a lot but it's harder to for strangers now to get her to smile. She loves snuggling stuffed animals.</i><br />
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<i>Daphne is getting more and more teeth. All four of her top front teeth are starting to come in and her bottom two front teeth are in. She still has to wear her helmet this month for 23 hours a day. She LOVES clapping. She will clap whenever she hears someone else clap. She also is officially crawling and is pro and that too! She is soo fast. She still isn't the greatest sleeper - not too consistent at naps and not consistent at sleeping all night long. She doesn't take a pacifier, that might make a difference in her sleeping. She eats lots of solids now - pretty much loves eating whatever she is given except grapes. She likes to eat corn and watermelons but struggles with their textures. She loves to play with toys and especially loves playing with her big sister.</i><br />
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<i> Daphne crawls on all fours and has now taken to crawling on her hands and feet. She graduated from the helmet and not that she doesn't have to wear it she loves snuggling and rubs her head on everything. She is a mover and a shaker. She's into everything and we have to keep our eyes constantly on her or else she'll find herself in trouble. She likes to swim around in the bathtub. She loves to explore new things. She is getting good at climbing. She still loves her stuffed animals and she still loves to eat.....everything! She pulls herself up on furniture and cruises around but doesn't seem to have too much interest in walking yet. She loves to play chase still with anyone who will play with her. She is just our playful little baby. When I get her in the morning she gets a big grin on her face and throws herself back into her crib and rolls around playing hard to get. She LOVES her daddy and especially loves waking him up in the morning. She gets a HUGE grin on her face and crawls to him to give him a hug. She gives really good hugs and has started waving. Sadly, she still doesn't love being read to but hopefully that will change. Still not great at sleeping through the night. Hopefully that will change too.</i><br />
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<i> We planned a little camping trip in mid-August and headed down to camp at Kodachrome Basin and do some hiking in Bryce and Escalante. As we headed down Pat mentioned that we would maybe have better camping in Red Canyon and it's so pretty. But years ago, we visited Kodachrome Basin and I remembered it having really nice camping so we kept going. I remembered right. It was seriously an awesome place to camp (if you head down, we recommend site A). We drove up to our spot and I walked around a bush and was greeted by a picnic table and fire pit and tent site and then a big grassy commons area that had cute little cottontails hopping through it. So we set up a horseshoe game and Daphne's kid prison (thanks Kari and Tom for letting us borrow it) and set up camp. It was also very private we felt. Just really a pleasant place. </i><br />
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<i>After we set up and relaxed a bit I got dinner started. Tasty pasta, broccoli and garlic toast. Feeding Daphne was a bit of a pain - goot get one of those portable high chairs for camping I've seen on pinterest. </i><br />
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<i> We hiked back to our car and drove out of the park and just as we left the park the skies opened and it down poured. It poured the day before on our way through too. We drove back to our campsite and checked the radar - the storms totally missed Kodachrome Basin - LUCKY!!! It was beautiful and sunny where we were.</i><br />
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<i> Who could not love Dress Like a Cow Day. My sister told us about it years ago and it's been a tradition for us to go every year. Last year I got these awesome cow costumes for Amelia and Daphne at Target for 90% off - $2 each. I figured it was worth the purchase even if they only where them once to get a free meal at Chic-fil-A. </i><i><br /></i><br />
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<i> My sisters Sarah and Megan put together some awesome costumes on short notice since they left they normal costumes at home.</i><br />
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<br />Patrick Richhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330971994952534141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137695267834061942.post-3921167038670961262014-08-31T21:12:00.002-06:002014-08-31T21:13:05.585-06:00Forest Lake and Tibble Fork<br />
<i> This summer we did a lot of different than normal things and we had sooo much fun. Pat has his new <strike>obsession</strike> hobby - driving his Landcruiser and he jumps at any chance to go out. While my family was here, he offered to take some people out on a drive up American Fork Canyon. He took them to Forest Lake, a trail we attempted to do last summer but turned around after I started crying. I did not go this time around and they made it all the way to the lake.</i><br />
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<i> Pat got some money for his birthday and picked out a cook awning for the car. It's pretty handy and fun to have.</i><br />
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<i>My mom, dad, sister, niece, Amelia and I met them later at Tibble Fork Reservoir. All the kids loved wading in the water. It was a very pretty spot to have lunch.</i><br />
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<i> Our friend Wade kindly drove his truck so more people could go. Isn't his boy the cutest? </i><br />
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<i> And here is Tibble Fork - beautiful huh? Next time I want to bring kayaks along.</i><br />
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<br />Patrick Richhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330971994952534141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137695267834061942.post-1510585132692177212014-08-31T21:00:00.001-06:002014-08-31T21:00:08.438-06:00Swim Lessons<i> Millie took swim lessons in June with her "cousins." I'd like to say she had a blast and she did for the first two days but after that she was kind of done. However, it was fun for me to watch and to just hang out with my cousins during the lessons. The pool was super nice and so were the instructors. And the class was only five kids - all my cousins kids and Amelia - AWESOME! </i><br />
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<i>For anyone who doesn't know, we bought a pop-up trailer a few months ago and have been itching to use it! We finally did last weekend in Capitol Reef National Park! We LOVED every second of it. It has been four, yep four whole years since I've been camping and I've been missing it terribly. </i><br />
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<i>Such a fun trip with such a fun kids. We are so excited to start camping as a family again!</i>Patrick Richhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330971994952534141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137695267834061942.post-36668947162089091722014-06-16T23:00:00.001-06:002014-06-17T07:39:40.136-06:00Candy Land!!!<i>Amelia turned three last week and we celebrated hard!! I thought about having a Candyland birthday party back in January and have been planning since then! Yep, I'm one of those crazy moms who plans crazy parties. It won't be like this every year, but sometimes birthdays really do need to be over the top. </i><br />
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<i>Happy Birthday to my sweet little three year old! You are a hand-full but we love you lots! </i></div>
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At mile 17 on the Mirror Lake Highway we pulled out to the side of the rode and walked through the campground, crossed a stream (or should I say forged or river?) and walked into the Fairy Forest. It was a bit chilly on our wet toesies and it started to hail (probably because it was a Sunday!), otherwise we would have stayed quite a bit longer. We walked around and looked at all the cool rocks people had painted and all the fun mini fairy houses. It was really fun and we will probably go again one day when the weather is nicer and we have more time.<br />
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Millie LOVES going on adventures with her dad!!<br />
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The Despicable Me Minions, pretty fun. I wonder how long before someone does a Frozen scene. I was thinking about attempting to build Olaf the Snowman but it was a little last minute to figure it out.<br />
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What were we thinking. Everyone had warm clothes except Daph!!! We're in the Uintahs! Sorry baby. At least I had a soft shell to wrap you in. And your helmet keeps you warm right?<br />
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All the hiking tuckered Daphne out. She missed a delicious lunch of cheese, summer sausage, and french bread. MMMMMM, my favorite hiking food.<br />
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Millie and I huddled in the car because we were quite cold until the sun came out. Who forgot the hot chocolate??<br />
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After lunch we hopped in the car and went down a little into Murdock Basin. Poor Pat, he wants so badly for my to like off-roading. I try for him, but I admit, I'm terrified of rocks, and the car tipping over and basically just scratching the car - not good!Patrick Richhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330971994952534141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137695267834061942.post-85327387327466228692014-06-12T22:44:00.000-06:002014-06-12T22:44:33.164-06:00The Chupa Fairy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have never had a problem with Amelia using a pacifier. I think I read in Baby Wise to stop using a pacifier at around six months so they don't get used to it. What?!!!!! That's crazy talk if you ask me. However, in January I felt it was time to maybe cut back on the usage (24/7) and do nights and naps only. And then my dad commented a few months later that it would really start messing up her teeth and not just her baby teeth, her permanent ones too. So, I started telling Millie about the "Chupa Fairy" (we call pacifiers - chupas (shupa)). When Amelia was ready, she could write a letter to the chupa fairy and mail her chupas to her. The fairy would send her a prize in return. For several days Millie would say she was ready but back out at the last second. Then finally one day she wanted to do it and boy was she excited.<br />
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Can't you tell she's excited??:<br />
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Pretty soon, the doorbell rang and Amelia went to answer it and found this:<br />
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It took about a week and now she doesn't ever ask for her chupas. It's kind of nice to not have to remember them anymore. The first day she said she made a mistake and that she liked her chupas more better but there was nothing we could do - we mailed them away. <br />
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The unfortunate thing about giving up the chupas - her 3 hour afternoon naps are gone. Man, I MISS those 3 hour naps. Now my house is NEVER clean. Here's a shot of her at about 3:00pm - she finally gave up the ghost while watching Arthur on PBS!!<br />
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Exciting news - she can hold her on bottle now.....kind of!<br />
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<br />Patrick Richhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330971994952534141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137695267834061942.post-87527343521318888572014-06-12T22:31:00.001-06:002014-06-12T22:31:51.862-06:00Planting a Garden<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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For Family Home Evening one day we decided to plant a garden. I didn't want to plant too many things since I don't really have any experience and I can even successfully kill bamboo every time I try to keep one. But, Amelia requested quite a few different plants and I got a good deal on them at the church/private school plant sale down the street. So, we planted three tomato plants, a cucumber, a watermelon, cilantro, carrots seeds and pumpkin seeds. The following week the cucumber, cilantro and watermelon were no more but we still have the tomatoes and six out of the eight pumpkin seeds sprouted and I see maybe six little carrots coming too! It might not be the best garden but we are trying to live as sustainable a life as we can! <br />
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Millie was so incredibly excited to plant this garden and for a while she helped me to water the plants every day too. She has since lost interest (bummer because I could really use some help in the weeding category). Here she is holding the extremely heavy watering can by herself!<br />
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Our successful tomato plants! <br />
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<br />Patrick Richhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330971994952534141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137695267834061942.post-35674162557978434142014-06-10T21:24:00.002-06:002014-06-10T21:24:43.450-06:00Easter Time (way over due, I know)Well, it's taken a long time for us to put up anything about Easter so here it goes. Easter is still one of Millie's favorite holidays because she loves egg hunts (last year I had to keep the plastic eggs out until Halloween and hide them around the house). <br />
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Since Amelia is old enough to understand more things we worked hard to teach her more about Christ and what Easter really is about. We had two family home evening lessons about it. One did include an egg hunt though. I saw online Resurrection Eggs and I thought that would be a perfect FHE so we did it. Amelia loved hunting for the eggs. <br />
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Easter Sunday had no shortages of hunts. We started off the morning at our house hunting for baskets. Millie was pretty excited to find a chocolate bunny and a magic wand in hers.<br />
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<i>A few weeks ago we got to participate in the Muscle Walk put on by the MDA. That is the clinic that worked to help Jim during the awful year and a half he lived with ALS. Joanne organized a team called Give ALS the Bird for Jim Rich. Let me clarify, the "bird" is a flamingo because Pat's Aunts decorated Jim and Joanne's house once while they were gone in Mexico trying stem cell therapy, with flamingos everywhere.Pat's Aunt, Uncle and cousin worked on these awesome T-shirts for all of us to raise. As a team, we raised about $3000 for the MDA! </i><br />
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<i>We just celebrated Pat's mom's birthday in high school dance marathon style! To kick things off, we all went to dinner at the Little America Cafe. Such a nice cafe - one, I would love for my kitchen to look like it and two, just a nice atmosphere. It wasn't dark, they didn't blast loud music everywhere so we could actually talk (oh my work, do I sound old yet?!!) and three, they had good, old, comfort food. I stood strong and got a hamburger because I believe you can never go wrong with a hamburger, even if it is so so. Where as, if you experiment, you could end up disappointed and I hate walking out of a restaurant disappointed (so now, I'm old and afraid to take risks!!). It was tasty, but just so so. Even so, I just liked eating at the cafe!</i><br />
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<br />Patrick Richhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330971994952534141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137695267834061942.post-43335097278935170402014-03-27T16:36:00.001-06:002014-03-27T16:36:38.807-06:00Happy 7 Years<i>We made it passed the 7 year itch with flying colors. To celebrate our anniversary, Pat got us a groupon to the Solamon Center in Ogden. We did the iFly and iRock - makes us feel pretty good about ourselves because they give you a wrist band that says iRock. Of course I do! The Flow Rider was closed for remodeling so we get to go back at a later date for that one. The iFly was so cool. Wish I had pictures but they don't allow any pictures inside. Still - way cool, but make sure to get the groupon, don't pay full-price.</i><br />
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<i>Happy Anniversary to a very cool husband - here we are taking a "selfie" Is that what they are called now? There's four because I had to keep trying until I looked good! This is exactly why people should do "selfies!" </i><br />
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<br />Patrick Richhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330971994952534141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137695267834061942.post-4491600423127220492014-03-27T16:31:00.003-06:002014-03-27T16:31:35.478-06:00St. George<i>Funny how when you become a parent your likes and dislikes change. I used to absolutely hate going to St. George. We'd go down, hang out be the pool and just sit there. Sometimes the girls would go shopping or something. No one ever wanted to go into Zion and I just didn't like it. Over time, I started liking more and more. The family found a great hiking trail behind the house to explore and we then we had kids. And one kid LOVES St. George. She loves hunting for lizards, she loves playing at the pool, and she LOVES the splash pad. Sad news though, the family is selling out St. George house. So, our week in March we took advantage of one of the last times we will be able to use it and headed down. It helps that Pat can schedule work down there so they pay for our gas! SWEET. </i><br />
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<i>Saturday was spent at the carousal in town and then the splash pad. Even though the water was icy, you got used to it and Millie splashed and played for about an hour. Even Daphne got in on the action. We had to make a quick stop by Target and Millies pants were soaked so Pat fashioned a lava lava out of her white blankie. Perfect. We headed back to the house and spent the afternoon at the pool. The pool is perfect for Millie because it has a large area for kids to play in. We had a few toys (purchase at our quick stop in Target) and we played and played until Marse called down that there were headed out to the rec center to go swimming. So we headed in and gathered up Daphne. Lnace was nice enough to watch her and play with her while we swam. We got ready and went out to the Golden Corral for dinner. Some of you might laugh but we've found that it's seriously the best place to take Millie. First she's free. Second - she ate like three huge plates full! Corn on the cob, strawberries, pears, peaches, ham. And then over and over. Then she got her very own cotton candy stick, YUM! </i><br />
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<i>Sunday we completely forgot to bring Sunday clothes. So, we headed out on a drive in Pat's Landcruiser to a joshua tree forest. I ended up sitting in the back for quite a bit of it, entertaining Amelia and holding Daphne's bottle. It was really fun though and the scenery was quite pretty. </i><br />
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<i> On the way back we took a detour and scouted out my brother's house that
they bought to live in eventually and then stopped at the LDS temple.
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<i>Monday Pat worked. I loaded Amelia and Daphne into the Chariot and headed to a nearby park for the morning. We tried out the infant carrier that our friends Katie and Van let us borrow. Yeah, now we can use the chariot for the two of them. Then we cleaned up and when Pat got done we headed home. </i><br />
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<i> Here is our budding photographer Millie and her skills from the back seat of the car. Pretty good right?</i><br />
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<br />Patrick Richhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330971994952534141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137695267834061942.post-42443448808736036522014-03-27T16:07:00.001-06:002014-03-27T16:07:46.946-06:00Daphne is Six Month'sWow! 6 months already. With Amelia it went both fast and slow but more slow! With Daphne, time is flying by and it does make me sad. I want the time to go slower with my sweet Daph - I can tell she is going to be the optimist plus probably the peacemaker in this family. If you just look at her a big grin shines through. She's the happiest baby and I love it! She is starting to talk.....lots. And it's really loud. She can roll over onto her tummy but then she's stuck, good thing she likes it! Too bad all that tummy time didn't fix her flat head. We go to physical therapy on Monday. She recognizes me when I walk into a room. I love it. When I go teach group exercise and come back she gets so excited to see me. She's incredibly ticklish. We all love to make her laugh and it's quite easy to get her going but Amelia can do it best! Daphne LOVES her big sister Amelia. If Millie walks into the room, Daphne's eyes lock onto her and the biggest grin you've seen pops out! Here she is, our six month star -<br />
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