Sunday, June 27, 2010

Summer is flying by. Jordan is still working at Subway, awaiting a call from Uncle Brian or Grandpa Nielson, to ask him to help. No such luck yet.

Kenzie will finish drivers ed this Monday. She is so excited. I am a little worried. Even with the instructor in the car she can not keep from speeding. Once school starts, which is August 18, she will be driving. Pretty scary.

Ryker is still playing Tball and taking swim lessons. Summer use to be my time to relax. But with drivers ed, swimming lessons, and tball, the kids keep me running. Mark has been away on work most of this month. So i get to have Kenz with me more than normal. Jord is 18 now so he just stays here at the house with me through the summer. It is nice to have them home.

Troy is busy as ever. Farming just seems to get more and more busy every year.

We are so excited, today we get to go see Baby Kenna, and Baby Kate in Idaho Falls. It is so funny that Ryker still likes to call them that. And that Kenna is insistant on it. We love our little girls.

Well I hope everyone is doing well. We miss you all. I am sure it will be awhile before we get up to Washington. We have a kid in college so there goes our extra play money. Have a fun summer.

Sunday, June 20, 2010





Here are some more of Jordan at Graduation.

Monday, June 14, 2010














Here are some old pictures I found. I could not get that video to load. Sorry. I hate to think how fast theses kids have grown up. I wish we could keep them little forever. I love the cow costumes with Colt and Jord. Mom sure knows how to make the Halloween costumes. Where is the rewind button. I want to go back and do it all over again.

Saturday, June 5, 2010

So much happening



Jordan is officially graduated. I had a hard time at the family dinner and dad hugging me made it all that much harder. I am still not ready for him to grow up. Letting go of a child is like losing control over what they will go through. I guess I am not the best mom. They have gone through a lot in their lifetime. But I have been right by their side to help them through it. Now I have to let him leave and let him do this on his own. As a mom it is hard to not be there at all times.

Kenzie can attest to that. At state track I had to be in the same hotel as the team. I wasn't trying to get in the way. I let her have her space. I would waive from afar. I just wanted to be there if she needed me. And yes, there were times that her and Jessie would come to our room and visit. She did very well at track for her freshman year. I know she was very disappointed. Her times were not her best. But I was still proud of her for even making it. I needed to boost her spirits, so I let her in on some of my secrets. I tried out for cheerleading....did not make it. I tried out for track...did not do well. And by no means made it to state. I have not succeeded an many things. But she has. I do hope she felt better. It did shock her a little and made a smile come to her face.

Ryker is back to Tball again. He looks forward to the Gatorade he gets every Tuesday and Thursday. I always had Gatorade in the fridge for Jord and Kenzie's track and he wanted one so bad. I would tell him no, it has way too much salt in it and that it was for Jordan and Kenzie when they ran track to help them replace what they lost. Well guess what he wanted when he knew he was going to be active. Yep, Gatorade. I get him the little ones and he thinks he is so grown up. Oh well I guess I can water them down and he will never know the difference. Kids are so funny.

We miss you all and love you. I look forward to reading your postings. I am not good at getting on blogger. I love facebook. I am a junkie. Love you. Here is a video that I made for Jordan and we had it playing at the family dinner. And yes, this was the cause of a lot of my crying.

So much happening



Jordan is officially graduated. I had a hard time at the family dinner and dad hugging me made it all that much harder. I am still not ready for him to grow up. Letting go of a child is like losing control over what they will go through. I guess I am not the best mom. They have gone through a lot in their lifetime. But I have been right by their side to help them through it. Now I have to let him leave and let him do this on his own. As a mom it is hard to not be there at all times.

Kenzie can attest to that. At state track I had to be in the same hotel as the team. I wasn't trying to get in the way. I let her have her space. I would waive from afar. I just wanted to be there if she needed me. And yes, there were times that her and Jessie would come to our room and visit. She did very well at track for her freshman year. I know she was very disappointed. Her times were not her best. But I was still proud of her for even making it. I needed to boost her spirits, so I let her in on some of my secrets. I tried out for cheerleading....did not make it. I tried out for track...did not do well. And by no means made it to state. I have not succeeded an many things. But she has. I do hope she felt better. It did shock her a little and made a smile come to her face.

Ryker is back to Tball again. He looks forward to the Gatorade he gets every Tuesday and Thursday. I always had Gatorade in the fridge for Jord and Kenzie's track and he wanted one so bad. I would tell him no, it has way too much salt in it and that it was for Jordan and Kenzie when they ran track to help them replace what they lost. Well guess what he wanted when he knew he was going to be active. Yep, Gatorade. I get him the little ones and he thinks he is so grown up. Oh well I guess I can water them down and he will never know the difference. Kids are so funny.

We miss you all and love you. I look forward to reading your postings. I am not good at getting on blogger. I love facebook. I am a junkie. Love you. Here is a video that I made for Jordan and we had it playing at the family dinner. And yes, this was the cause of a lot of my crying.

So much happening



Jordan is officially graduated. I had a hard time at the family dinner and dad hugging me made it all that much harder. I am still not ready for him to grow up. Letting go of a child is like losing control over what they will go through. I guess I am not the best mom. They have gone through a lot in their lifetime. But I have been right by their side to help them through it. Now I have to let him leave and let him do this on his own. As a mom it is hard to not be there at all times.

Kenzie can attest to that. At state track I had to be in the same hotel as the team. I wasn't trying to get in the way. I let her have her space. I would waive from afar. I just wanted to be there if she needed me. And yes, there were times that her and Jessie would come to our room and visit. She did very well at track for her freshman year. I know she was very disappointed. Her times were not her best. But I was still proud of her for even making it. I needed to boost her spirits, so I let her in on some of my secrets. I tried out for cheerleading....did not make it. I tried out for track...did not do well. And by no means made it to state. I have not succeeded an many things. But she has. I do hope she felt better. It did shock her a little and made a smile come to her face.

Ryker is back to Tball again. He looks forward to the Gatorade he gets every Tuesday and Thursday. I always had Gatorade in the fridge for Jord and Kenzie's track and he wanted one so bad. I would tell him no, it has way too much salt in it and that it was for Jordan and Kenzie when they ran track to help them replace what they lost. Well guess what he wanted when he knew he was going to be active. Yep, Gatorade. I get him the little ones and he thinks he is so grown up. Oh well I guess I can water them down and he will never know the difference. Kids are so funny.

We miss you all and love you. I look forward to reading your postings. I am not good at getting on blogger. I love facebook. I am a junkie. Love you. Here is a video that I made for Jordan and we had it playing at the family dinner. And yes, this was the cause of a lot of my crying.

So much happening

Jordan is officially graduated. I had a hard time at the family dinner and dad hugging me mad it all that much harder. I still am not ready for him to grow up. Letting go of a child is like losing control over what they will go through. I guess I am not the best mom. They have gone through a lot in their lifetime. But I have been right by their side to get them through it. Now I have to let him leave and do this on his own. As a mom it is hard to not be there at all times.

Kenzie can attest to that. At state track I had to be in the same hotel as the team. I wasn't trying to get in the way. I let her have her space. I would waive from afar. I just wanted to be there if she needed me. And yes there were times that her and Jessie would come to our room and visit. She did very well at track for her freshman year. I know she was very disappointed. Her times were not her best. But I was still proud of her for even making it. I needed to boost spirits, so I let her in on some of my secrets. I tried out for cheerleading....did not make it. I tried out for track...did not do well. And by no means made it to state. I have not succeeded an many things. But she has. I do hope she felt better. It did shock her a little and made a smile come to her face.

Ryker is back to Tball again. He looks forward to the Gatorade he gets every Tuesday and Thursday. I always had Gatorade in the fridge for Jord and Kenzie's track and he wanted one so bad. I would tell him no, it has way too much salt in it and that it was for Jordan and Kenzie when they ran track to help them replace what they lost. Well guess what he wanted when he knew he was going to be active. Yep, Gatorade. I get him the little ones and he thinks he is so grown up. Oh well I guess I can water them down and he will never know the difference. Kids are so funny.

We miss you all and love you. I look forward to reading your postings. I am not good at getting on blogger. I love facebook. I am a junkie. Love you.

Kenie's hurt foot

Kenie's hurt foot
Our first broken bone