tristan; the super model!

this is my precious little guy modeling his new shoes and belt from me in mind.

(i am now missing my caps lock key too... pretty soon i won't have a computer anymore!)

love,
lynsie

FINALLY... shoes that actually fit Tristan and stay on!!!

today Tristan and i went on an adventure. we kidnapped my mom from work and drove out to pleasant grove in search of the mythical shoes that would fit his bear paws. i didn't tell my mom where we were headed, i made it a surprise. when we pulled into this warehouse my mom was really confused. i opened the door and yelled, "it's me!"... this confused even more people.

we went to Me in Mind footwear. (Well, their warehouse anyways.)

my friends own this AMAZING place.

they showed me so many neat things... things i had been scouring stores for since i found out i was pregnant. Kicker (the owner) has three kids, two of them being twins. He and his brother Tanner run the store. They have all these genius ideas like little pieces of silicone on the liner the top of the socks to help them 'stick' to the skin and not fall off, SHOES THAT FIT AND DON'T COME OFF FOR ANY AGE BABY OR KID, belts, flip flops, hats,

and what's even cooler was all the designs and logos and sayings and adorable things like little markings on the bottom of the soft soled shoes that say things like "if you can read this, turn me over please" or 'how's my crawling? call 555-minm.

IT WAS HEAVEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I want each one of you to take a second and click over to see their website. Next time you are thinking about buying any of these items, check out Me in Mind. You will NOT be disappointed!

love,
lynsie

p.s.
if you are wondering what's up with all my sentences starting with a lower case letter, well, my shift button is missing and i have a laptop so it is really hard to fix... so it is lowercase or UPPERCASE... i figured you would prefer lowercase :)

losing my "keys'

So far this week I have lost 3 keys...


Not that kind!

-think #3, #4 and the shift "keys"

(I lost #6 a long time ago)

It is significantly harder to type with these keys missing.

This made me think about "keys" in general.

Most of the times things are harder when "keys" are missing.

I'm so grateful for the keys we have!!!

-think Priesthood now

Once in my psychology class at UVSC the teacher started going OFF about the LDS church and how unfair and "sexists" our beliefs are. I straight interrupted her (which was a big deal because she was really scary!) and I said really loud, "I hold the Priesthood every night! He kisses me before I go to sleep too."

Shut her right up ;)

Love,
Lynsie

Purses update

Hi everyone,

First of all I wanted to thank you all SO much for your support! I am happily sewing away over here, every chance I get. It is so fun, and I am getting so attached to each bag before I "send it to its new home"!

Those of you who already have your purses, I hope you LOVE them! Those of you who have placed an order and are still waiting, thank you so much for your patience! Those of you who want to order, but can't afford it right now; ORDER ANYWAYS... as long as you can pay eventually. You don't have to pay for your stuff until it is finished and delivered. If you want to enter the drawing, and order a purse now, but can't pay right away, then just order anyways but leave me a note as to when you will be able to pay/when you want the purse finished by.

I was lucky enough to have a TON of cute fabric donated to me! When you send your order, if you are general about the fabric colors I will email you a pic of all the fabrics I have that match your descriptions and you can choose! If we can't find something perfect I am ALWAYS happy to go to the fabric store ;).

Don't worry if you can't order now, or if you don't win the drawing... I will have another one as soon as I can find another sweetheart like my mom to donate the prize!I am working on a super duper diaperbag with all the "bells and whistles" including a cloth and ribbon covered wipee case. I want to practice it a few times and work out the kinks, but I will post a pic of it soon. It will probably be $45.

Thanks again for your love and support!

Sincerely,
Lynsie

How are you doing?

I am doing good.

I am enjoying sewing these purses SO much. It's bad because I want to keep each one, and I am such a perfectionist that they take like 4 hours each bag, BUT I LOVE IT!!! It is very theraputic for me.

I asked how are you doing because I feel like recently so many people have asked me this, and cared for me, and listened, and brought me comfort.

I feel like returning the gift.

Email me, call me, comment here, facebook me, text me, come over and chat.

How are you? Is there anything I can help you with? Do you need someone to listen? Someone to bounce ideas off? Are you willing to watch Tristan while I listen to you and sew at the same time??? ;)

Love,
Lynsie

GIVEAWAY ON MY PURSE BLOGSITE!!!

So, this is my 100th post.... YIPPEE!!! What great timing too! I am having a raffle on my purse blogsite. For each purse you order between now and Friday May 22nd you will recieve an entrance into the giveaway for a $50 gift card to Bath and Body works. Winner will be announced on Saturday morning! Keep looking at the purse blogsite because I am adding a bunch of pre-made purses that you can order, in addition to the option to customize a bag.
Thank you all for your support!
Love,
Lynsie

"...somedays I sit and wish I was a kid again..."

I had to post these pictures and somehow Tristan is already in bed for the night so what better time? (Sorry it has been SO LONG since I posted a pic!)

Today a few friends of mine from WAY back in elementary school came over to my house and shared lunch, laughter, stories, encouraging words, more laughter, cookies and kids. It was so much fun! I haven't laughed like that in so long. Ahhhhhh... I really needed that. Thank goodness for facebook or I'm afraid we would have NEVER done that.

It was so good to think of all the funny things we did, like me rushing to the store to buy a pregnancy test after I kissed a boy, or us putting random fruits and veggies in condoms and sticking them on peoples doorsteps in the middle of the night. (might I add that we were no older than 5th grade doing this!) I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE hanging out with them! For just a moment it made me wish I was a kid again so I could relive some of those moments. For just a moment it actually made me wish I would have made different decisions, treated people differently, recognized TRUE friendship and kept it instead of coldly tossing it aside when blinded by boys/popularity/drugs/my CRAZY mom moving me everywhere... But then I remembered that it is never too late! And, hindsight is always 20/20.

There I was sitting with 3 of my dearest friends, two of us mommies, all of us all grown up. When I was in the 6th grade I would have sworn to you that those three girls would be my friends for my whole life. I am so lucky, and happy, that we could mend the past and come together again. It made me feel young again! I know I am only 26, but this last year of my life has AGED me! I already had a pretty full book of life stories before all of this new stuff. Hanging out with them was like sitting down from my crazy, full time life of hiking up all these hills and mountains and taking a minute to enjoy the amazing view. After all, we EARNED this view! Right!?!

It has been 1 week and 1 day since I found out that I will be having a hysterectomy in June. It is still soaking in. I am sad, but I am hopeful. I just want to be able to feel good again! Not just for me, but for Adam and Tristan too. I have been so sick and in so much pain and I am STILL bleeding after 8 days. I am taking the YAZ continuous, with no placebo pills, just to prevent me from having a period! I have tried so many hormones and this was the lowest dose available. (I am way too sensitive to the higher doses.) We have literally tried every different brand/blend of hormones. I know that having the hysterectomy will not solve every problem, in fact it will bring new and complicated problems of its own.The doc did tell me that he thought I would be able to keep my ovaries. This is what made me feel like I could actually go through with this. If I keep my ovaries they will produce hormones for me for several years, and then I can use homeopathic and herbal things as they loose blood flow over the years instead of artificial hormones. I am nervous and a little unsettled. But, I am open for whatever is going to happen. I guess I just wait and see?

Now, how many times have you repeated that song in my title in your head so far? HAHAHA!

Love,
Lynsie

Purses By Lynsie

Please take a look at my new blogsite: pursesbylynsie.blogspot.com

This is my little attempt to pay off my VERY BIG medical bills. Tell your friends :)

THANK YOU!

Love,
Lynsie

EXIT ONLY part 2

I am alive
I am tired
I am so hungry from 1 1/2 days of nothing but clear liquids and a hardcore laxative
The procedure went well
I TOTALLY wrote Exit Only on my bum cheek, with the help of my nurse
I have pictures, but I am feeling too shy and/or tired to get them right now
So, I have a beautiful colon, ladies and gentlemen. This is a relief!
Now I will eat as much as I can before passing out for the rest of the day.
Ahhhhhhhhh cupcakes!
-Love,
Lynsie

7 years of Wedded Bliss

Tomorrow is our 7 year anniversary. CRAZY HU! I feel SO old. In honor of our anniversary I will keep my laptop off all day long. We are going to the Star Trek Movie, as a matinee, then getting sushi at Shoga in Orem. I AM SO EXCITED! I remember when we decided to get married. My mom was consumed with her own life and new marriage. My dad was deceased. Adams mom was quiet and I didn't know how she felt, but Adams dad made it clear that he thought we were too young and that Adam should serve a mission first. Needless to say, our wedding invitations said, "Adam and Lynsie are excited to announce..." We just left the parents out of it. Here we are, 7 years later. I know it is cheesy but it is SO Shania Twain, "Looks like we made it, we beat the odds now baby... they said, I bet, they'll never make it but just look at us holding on, were still together still goin strong..." Adam is DEFINITELY Still the ONE. I love him so much that words will never be enough to describe. I am so blessed and so lucky to have my soul mate!!! For eternity!!!

For our anniversary I figured I would post this thing I wrote a long time ago about being a firefighters wife. I was inspired by several other firewifes, and unfortunately can not remember their names. Sorry... hope that counts as credit enough. Anyway, here goes:

You know you are married to a firefighter/paramedic when…..

You pull your nice jeans and favorite tops out of the dryer and they smell mysteriously like smoke, then you notice your husbands’ work shirt took a ride in the wash. You smile and immediately sniff the clothes hard and then text your husband and tell him you love him

You and your husband have “I bet I slept less than you last night” contests

For two days all you think about is how much you miss him, then for four days (or until he goes to the part time job) all you think about is that he will be gone again too soon

You think of ANY excuse to visit the fire station when he is on shift (And of course you make sure you look HOT!)

You always ask how work was, but you know when to ask for details and when to stop, learned that one the hard way

You look EVERYTIME you see a fire engine or ambulance….. no matter what city you are in

You know the difference between a fire engine and a fire truck (fyi: trucks have ladders)

You have learned how to do just about anything while carrying an infant

You have moved across the state for a VOLUNTEER fire job, just to get experience (hey it worked!)

You love that your husband has his dream job

You’re not offended anymore when he tells you that you’re the best little EMT in town, and you KNOW that medics are better than nurses (sorry amy)

You have played, “let’s see who can put on my turnouts with air the fastest”

You have actually driven a fire engine (eat your heart out!!!)

You are sure that you are single-handedly keeping Gillette in business

You know how to read military time

Your husband takes more showers than any human should possibly take

You wonder how on earth he wakes up for those damn tones at the station every time but can’t seem to hear the baby

You know how to read heart rhythms

You sometimes don’t tell your husband about little cuts, bruises, falls and such… because not everything is “lights and sirens” okay!

Your husband is a better cook than you, and you’re proud of that!

You love the way he looks in his uniform!!!!! (Edward schmedward…… there is NOTHING like a man in uniform!)

You rely heavily on faith

You still fear

If four hours go by and he hasn’t texted or called, you typically freak out and watch the news with shaking hands and a pounding heart until you are sure that there is not a fire somewhere, then you call the station just in case.

Every time you look into your child's eyes you see a piece of your husband and thank God that he blessed you with the opportunity for an eternal family.

You are so proud

I LOVE YOU ADAM WEBB!!!!!! XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

A Story

I read Cjane, like most of you probably do. She did a fun thing last week on her blog. She told three true stories from her past and made up one fake one and let people vote which one was the fake. I have a draft file FULL of stories from my past. They are all random stories that I wrote down for my children/grandchildren to read and laugh at me someday. I think I will post some of them, but I don't have the time or energy to make up a fake story. Sorry ;) I am still REALLY nauseous, and having hormonal migraines. Last night was tough! I puked a bunch. I am praying that I can find an answer, or feel better. I have the colonoscopy next week, then I think I will make some serious plans about medications and surgeries. Wish me luck!

So, here is a random story for anyone interested:

Did I ever tell you the trailer story? For some reason I was thinking about this last night while I was trying to fall asleep. Once, a long long time ago, Adam and I lived in a little house on Carterville road. It was a house that was for sale and my mom was the listing agent. The house was a disaster and had a bunch of garbage in the backyard and needed some serious TLC. Adam and I had been married about 6 months and were looking for somewhere new to live (since we are gypsies). I had ALWAYS wanted to live on Carterville road so I jumped at the opportunity without thinking about it too much. Man that was a COLD COLD winter. The house was not very well insulated and the furnace was ancient and the water heater might as well have not existed. Anyways, we borrowed Adams dads trailer to haul all of the garbage from in and around the house off to the dump.

One day Adam was home while I was at work and some lady knocked on the door. She had been driving by and noticed the trailer full of crap and saw a little white picket fence inside of the trailer and wondered if she could buy it. Adam said, “You can take whatever you want, you don’t have to buy any of it. It is all going to the dump anyway.” She said she would come back. He went on with his day, and didn’t even mention it to me. When I got home, THE ENTIRE TRAILER WAS GONE! I freaked out. Adam started to explain what had happened earlier. When we got to the front door there was a note with a 50 dollar bill inside it that said nothing but “thank you”. I was so mad. Was that lady really that dense??? We called Adams dad up and explained what we figured had happened.

Someone, I really can’t remember who (Helena or Leslee maybe?) just happened to be driving around the river bottoms a few weeks later and remembered the story and saw the trailer….. or at least what looked like the trailer but with a new paint job. They called me up and said something like, “I found the trailer, she tried to paint it to disguise it but I know it’s yours. We caught her!” It was thrilling! We drove over there and I knocked on the door. My heart was pounding, what was I going to say? She answered and I said something about there being a misunderstanding about our trailer and told her were we lived.

From here the story gets AMAZING…


She called the cops. They tried to arrest me (pretty much) and didn’t believe me that it was our trailer. They took her side the entire time until Nick got there and finally talked some sense into everyone. I was seeing red. It was hilarious now that I look back at it. Nick actually paid the lady to get HIS trailer back.

And that, my friends, is the trailer story. Now you know.

(picture of a tree in the front yard at the carterville house)





Love,
Lynsie

Fireproof

I went to church today, which was hard.
Reasons why going to church was hard today?
-Adam left for work at 5 AM.
-Tristan is teething and was up all night
-I was up all night, and up after Adam left
-Tristan woke up at 7:00 and napped at 10:00 after 25 minutes straight of crying
-I napped too. He slept a LONG time, and I had to wake him to go to church.
-NOTHING FITS ME RIGHT NOW so I honestly had to put little cuts into the elastic waistband of one of my skirts in order to wear it without having small children ask me for free muffin tops.
-I have a ROOSTER... a freaking ROOSTER... and he likes to crow
-The diaper bag is a mess and I didn't feel like organizing it

So, anyways, I "pulled up my big girl pannies" as Terresa would say, and headed off to church. Of course I forgot it was fast Sunday. Oh well. As I sat in the back, pulling the back of my shirt down to hide my cut up skirt and butt-crack and the front of my shirt up to hide the cleavage that goes all the way to my neckline, I noticed I was sweating. Oh joy, another wonderful birth control moment for me. But wait, this was different. "Oh... now I see." I said to myself. I then turned to the lady sitting next to me, gave her a brief look up and down, determined she was safe and asked her if she would hold Tristan for me for a few minutes. She was VERY eager to help. I then stood up, pulling my skirt part way down with my high heel, acted like I meant to do that, and walked to the podium to bare my testimony of Jesus Christ.

It may surprise you to hear that I am shy, even awkward when I speak in public. Let's just say it is definitely NOT my forte. I shared my humble testimony and returned to my seat. I listened as others shared. I felt a warm spirit, as if I was smiling from within. I only made it about thirty minutes longer before Tristan decided to cry inconsolably and tug my shirt in his best efforts to reveal my lovely lady lumps... such a boy...

Later in the day while Tristan took a second nap I rented an on demand movie that I had been wanting to see but Adam made fun of. There are several of these movies, but they make the 48 hours while Adam is gone a little bit easier. (Tomorrow; Mamma Mia!!!) The movie was called, Fireproof

Adam makes fun of every single fire movie or TV show. You can't even watch them in the same room as him. So I start this movie and about 5 minutes in I turned it off. It was SO CHEESY and SUCH BAD ACTING! I was starting to think Adam might be right. I scanned all the channels and found myself watching reality crap... not feeling that warm feeling inside that I felt earlier anymore. I then decided to watch the cheesy movie.

It was severely cheesy, and definitely not going to win anyone an Oscar. BUT... I cried my eyes out. It is a Christian movie. I had no idea. It is about marriages, not firefighters. Well, the main guy is a firefighter but that's not really the point of the movie. I LOVED IT. If you have not seen this movie and you are married you need to watch it, with your spouse if possible. I know the first 5 minutes will be torture while your hubby makes fun of the fake accents and the horrible filming and cheesy actors, but if you can make it to half way through the movie your hubby should be able to find something to relate to, and so did I.

My marriage is the most important thing in my life. I have been married almost 7 years. I have not been a perfect wife, and I have a forgiving and loving husband. We do not get everything right, we fight sometimes, we hurt each others feelings, we let each other down sometimes... but we ALWAYS forgive each other. I have so many friends right now who are struggling in their marriages. This breaks my heart. These are the people that I want to watch this movie. Here is a quote from one of the scenes that really got to me:
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(This takes place between a father and son in a meadow near a Christian summer camp by a wooden cross. The dad is encouraging the son to try to make his marriage work.)

John Holt: Has she thanked you for anything you've done the last 20 days?

Caleb Holt: No! And you'd think after I washed the car, I've changed the oil, do the dishes, cleaned the house, that she would try to show me a little bit of gratitude. But she doesn't! In fact, when I come home, she makes me like I'm - like I'm an enemy! I'm not even welcome in my own home, Dad. That is what really ticks me off! Dad, for the last three weeks, I have bent over backwards for her. I have tried to demonstrate that I still care about this relationship. I bought her flowers, which she threw away. I have taken her insults and her sarcasm, but last night was it. I made dinner for her. I did everything I could to demonstrate that I care about her, to show value for her, and she spat in my face! She does not deserve this, Dad. I'm not doing it anymore! How am I supposed to show love to somebody over and over and over who constantly rejects me?

John Holt: [touches, then leans against cross] That's a good question.
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A blog friend of mine reminded me to speak more often of Christ. Another blog friend compared motherhood to being Christlike here. I have several family members and friends who do not share my faith, or who are not active. For some reason I feel like I am pushy if I talk about my testimony too much. But recently I have found that as I share my feelings, even my testimony, I am able to relate to people who I NEVER THOUGHT would listen. If there is even a small chance that I can inspire ONE PERSON to come to Christ, then it is worth it.

I have a testimony of the Savior, Jesus Christ. I know he lived, and died for us. He has experienced EVERYTHING, and can comfort you like no other. I believe in my Temple Covenants, and look forward to spending eternity with my family. I am so grateful for the Atonement, and I am on my knees every single night asking forgiveness. Jesus Christ always listens, he hears and answers prayers. Let us be like Alma and plant a seed in our hearts and see if it will grow. This is my testimony, in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

Love,
Lynsie

Cock-a-doodle doo!

I rescued a chicken, a rooster as a matter of fact.

He has feathered feet, and is black/grey.

He must only be a few months old.

He "cock-a-doodle-doo'd" all morning with the sweetest little practice voice.

You can tell he really wants to be a big boy, but just doesn't have the voice yet. It is REALLY CUTE.

Now I don't know what to do with him.

Have you ever raised chickens?