<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711</id><updated>2011-10-16T16:40:56.216-07:00</updated><category term='Sundays (not exactly a day of rest)'/><title type='text'>The Lynch Way of Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-221355454554568199</id><published>2011-02-17T07:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T07:58:15.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Extraordinary Life!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l7RNRNW8PWU/TV07dbKXUaI/AAAAAAAAAgc/SfKYkD86XlI/s1600/109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574677290448015778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l7RNRNW8PWU/TV07dbKXUaI/AAAAAAAAAgc/SfKYkD86XlI/s320/109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you all probably now already Monday night we lost a very special lady.  At the age of 90 Keith's grandma went to be with her babies and our Lord.  She had lost both of her children a daughter at the age of 16 and her son at the age of 48.  She was a one of a kind lady.  She never once missed a program the kids had, a birthday party, a dance recital....  They were there for everything every step of our lives.  If we were contemplating a new house, a job change, anything at all we have always called to get her  input.  She was a classy lady.  Always up with the times.  She recently told me the next time I went to Evansville to pick her up an outfit like the one I had on.  Skinny jeans and Boots with a long sweater.  I used to tease her and tell her I hoped I could be a hottie like her when I turned 90.  I will miss her laugh and her constant worry about us and how her face lit up when she saw the kids.  Her dr told her not to long ago that  she was 90 and she needed to be realistic about the fact that she probably didn't have that long to live and her reply was well I can't die.  I have to live for my kids.  (Meaning us and my kids.)  We have had so many good times and memories.  This last year has been really tough trying to keep up with the demands of caring for her but I would do it again and again. I just feel such an emptiness right now without her.  I know it will get better with time.  I just wish I could pick up the phone and hear her voice.  I know that she is in a better place and I will find peace in that.  We put some pics together of her and Gills made them into a video that you can look at on their website.  Check it out at &lt;a href="http://www.gillsince1872.com/"&gt;www.gillsince1872.com&lt;/a&gt; click on the tribute video link that is with her obituary.  Thanks for all of the support you have given us.  I couldn't make it without all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-221355454554568199?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/221355454554568199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2011/02/extraordinary-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/221355454554568199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/221355454554568199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2011/02/extraordinary-life.html' title='An Extraordinary Life!!'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l7RNRNW8PWU/TV07dbKXUaI/AAAAAAAAAgc/SfKYkD86XlI/s72-c/109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-5516557763255007900</id><published>2011-01-12T05:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T05:33:48.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>I love snow!! It is so beautiful.  I open the blinds on all my windows so no matter what room I am in I can see it falling.  Do I love driving in it? Not really but it gives me a good excuse to stay home and not have to go out.  I have in the past taken the kids out to play in the snow and it has never been what I would call a really good time.  Yesterday I was feeling ambitious and after baking 2 cakes in our new Easy Bake oven we decided to venture out.  After a half an hour of putting a million layers of clothes on each child I put on Keiths snow suit and we were on our way.  My kids were in absolute heaven.  They had the time of their lives out there.  It was a time as a mother where for just a short time everything in the world just seemed right.  Like nothing else matters but the sounds of their laughter and the joy on each of their faces.  We made snow angels, a pathetic snowman, jumped on the trampoline, and went down their snowy slide.  Then we came in for our traditional after snow cup of coffee.  I have mentioned it before I think-my kids love coffee!! They are on a cup a week limit!  Anyways it was a good time.  Here are the pics to prove it!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TS2qmrNWmJI/AAAAAAAAAfw/kPolEdkNP04/s1600/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561288696282912914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TS2qmrNWmJI/AAAAAAAAAfw/kPolEdkNP04/s320/067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TS2pul9PpkI/AAAAAAAAAfo/4ko0QXHWfDk/s1600/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561287732800497218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TS2pul9PpkI/AAAAAAAAAfo/4ko0QXHWfDk/s320/070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TS2pudwG4TI/AAAAAAAAAfg/GMFiOkn3oWQ/s1600/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561287730597912882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TS2pudwG4TI/AAAAAAAAAfg/GMFiOkn3oWQ/s320/066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TS2puKwmpVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/RdRCHf8c_6U/s1600/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561287725499721042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TS2puKwmpVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/RdRCHf8c_6U/s320/064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TS2pt__8KgI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zCHcngZmcLw/s1600/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561287722611255810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TS2pt__8KgI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zCHcngZmcLw/s320/061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TS2ptrhcjXI/AAAAAAAAAfI/zUKlOCwh-Qk/s1600/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561287717114645874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TS2ptrhcjXI/AAAAAAAAAfI/zUKlOCwh-Qk/s320/060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what's happening here.  I have alot of catching up to do since my last post was in Sept. so bring on the snow.  I would be more than happy to sit here in my warm blanket and type!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-5516557763255007900?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5516557763255007900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/5516557763255007900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/5516557763255007900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TS2qmrNWmJI/AAAAAAAAAfw/kPolEdkNP04/s72-c/067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-5546605677368807975</id><published>2010-09-10T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T08:31:23.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mag's Day Out</title><content type='html'>This past weekend Keith and I took Maggie to Louisville to stay with Keith's cousin Amber (which Maggie loved more than anything) and have a litle special time with only her.  When we got to Louisville we dropped our stuff off at Ambers house and went to the nail place to get a pedicure.  We of course left Daddy at Amber's.  He was fine to sit this part out.  Haha.  After a nice and much needed pedicure we left to go to see the Louisville Bats play at Slugger Field.  I didn't know how much Mag would enjoy this bc sports have never really been her thing but it was awesome.  It was very kid friendly and fun. (Minus the fact my husband was in line at the concession stand until the 7th inning.   I am not exaggerating either.)  After the game they had  fireworks  bc it was one of the last games of the season.  Maggie really enjoyed that.  We went to bed got up the next day and headed to the mall.  At Maggie's request of course.  We headed home after that.  It was a quick trip but a good one.  I just always wish we had more time.  It seems like when you go somewhere and are having fun the trip is over in a flash.   Here are a few pics of our trip.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TIpHfkmXuVI/AAAAAAAAAe0/lI1X-nJg3Us/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515299301394725202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TIpHfkmXuVI/AAAAAAAAAe0/lI1X-nJg3Us/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Keith's Aunt Shannon and Mag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TIpHe3nLuFI/AAAAAAAAAes/x46AFVIYxvw/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515299289318537298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TIpHe3nLuFI/AAAAAAAAAes/x46AFVIYxvw/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amber and her daughter Taylor and Mag and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TIpHeJri6eI/AAAAAAAAAek/EC9N6fjAPbc/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515299276988803554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TIpHeJri6eI/AAAAAAAAAek/EC9N6fjAPbc/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mag and her daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TIpHdbYOKTI/AAAAAAAAAec/ms0ik7vd4Bg/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515299264559720754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TIpHdbYOKTI/AAAAAAAAAec/ms0ik7vd4Bg/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maggie loves Cotton Candy.  (Actually she loves everything!! Lol.  But this really is one of her favorite treats.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TIpHc03DWXI/AAAAAAAAAeU/G-kTP0g1AZE/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515299254220052850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TIpHc03DWXI/AAAAAAAAAeU/G-kTP0g1AZE/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maybe one of these days she could learn to eat it without making a huge mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to park a million miles away from Slugger field and walk so I took that opportunity to take a ton of pics of Maggie.  I thought they turned out sooo cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TIoxxt7mTPI/AAAAAAAAAeM/21BU4ODtalc/s1600/Mag+trip+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515275423881514226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TIoxxt7mTPI/AAAAAAAAAeM/21BU4ODtalc/s320/Mag+trip+out.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TIoxxYEyg-I/AAAAAAAAAeE/ELzc9Gx2kEI/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515275418014483426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TIoxxYEyg-I/AAAAAAAAAeE/ELzc9Gx2kEI/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TIoxw8e9QTI/AAAAAAAAAd8/kvjORyc8WHk/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515275410608046386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TIoxw8e9QTI/AAAAAAAAAd8/kvjORyc8WHk/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TIoxwQSIpdI/AAAAAAAAAd0/4L2TWxvm4zo/s1600/Louisville+Bats+Game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515275398743107026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TIoxwQSIpdI/AAAAAAAAAd0/4L2TWxvm4zo/s320/Louisville+Bats+Game.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TIoxvwXpKYI/AAAAAAAAAds/0IZwLpjSTxs/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515275390176274818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TIoxvwXpKYI/AAAAAAAAAds/0IZwLpjSTxs/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Maggie told us she loved us about 10 times while we were gone.  She even told us she appreciated us taking her on a trip.  That made it all so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-5546605677368807975?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5546605677368807975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/09/mags-day-out.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/5546605677368807975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/5546605677368807975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/09/mags-day-out.html' title='Mag&apos;s Day Out'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TIpHfkmXuVI/AAAAAAAAAe0/lI1X-nJg3Us/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-1681150384656957733</id><published>2010-09-02T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T11:52:53.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mag Happenings!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TH_Wn9Hxp9I/AAAAAAAAAdk/K3nsYJa32KM/s1600/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So many times I feel guilty now thinking that Maggie is getting left out.  She is so big and independent and the boys are so little and needy.  Maggie is at school all day and then comes home and we do homework and she goes and plays Barbies or watches TV till supper and before you know it the night is over and its off to school again.  This weekend we are taking her on a special trip to Louisville.  Just Maggie, Daddy, and I.  We have family there we are spending the night with and the boys are staying with grandma Cathy.  We are going to get Manicures and Pedicures with Amber (Keiths cousin) and then we are going to a baseball game and maybe to the Louisville Science Center.  Anyways she is pumped for some one on one time and I can't wait to take her.  She was five when Connor was born and so we had a lot of one on one time with her for those 5 years and we took her everywhere and did special things all the time with her.  We are due now for some special time again.  She is getting so big and I am so proud of her.    Here are a few recent pics of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TH_WnO2geLI/AAAAAAAAAdc/j4h3rbiv9tA/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512360438414735538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TH_WnO2geLI/AAAAAAAAAdc/j4h3rbiv9tA/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the Petersburg Splash Park a couple weeks ago.  Why can't I look like that in my bathing suit??  Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TH_Wmlm6AzI/AAAAAAAAAdU/OgVz6UKIMmU/s1600/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512360427343446834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TH_Wmlm6AzI/AAAAAAAAAdU/OgVz6UKIMmU/s320/048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here she is cheering at the game.  She loves cheerleading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TH_WmHXKlEI/AAAAAAAAAdM/jqoJfWewGI8/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512360419224360002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TH_WmHXKlEI/AAAAAAAAAdM/jqoJfWewGI8/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her first day of school this year.  Can you believe she is in the 3rd grade already?  Time flies.  We were just watching home videos of when she was a baby the other day and I can hardly remember her as a baby.  It seems like so long ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have found lately I enjoy blogging if I only post a couple pics at a time.  Then it doesn't take nearly as long and I have more things to blog about.  I think this maybe my third post this week.  I am on a roll!!  I want to have my blog made into a keepsake book.  Have any of you done that?  How do you go about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-1681150384656957733?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1681150384656957733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/09/mag-happenings.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/1681150384656957733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/1681150384656957733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/09/mag-happenings.html' title='Mag Happenings!!'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TH_WnO2geLI/AAAAAAAAAdc/j4h3rbiv9tA/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-7362958422691808496</id><published>2010-09-01T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T05:05:03.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary to me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TH4-FEfmg1I/AAAAAAAAAdA/KfRmfHtoXsQ/s1600/108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511911250774623058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TH4-FEfmg1I/AAAAAAAAAdA/KfRmfHtoXsQ/s320/108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So 9 years ago today I tied the knot with this handsome guy!  Can you believe I have been married 9 years already.  Time has really gotten away from me.  It seems like only yesterday he asked me to marry me him.  We had our wedding planned for June 2002.  I started eating raw onions and an assortment of other disgusting things and my mom said you have to be pregnant.  She went to walmart got the tests and sure enough I was.  My mom, dad, and sister were giggling like little school girls and I cried.  Needless to say we were married September 1, 2001.  Maggie came into this world in March of 2002.  Keith will ask me every so often did you ever think your life would turn out like this?  2 more kids, a home of our own, a stinky dog, great in-laws who could ask for more.  I am so blessed in so many ways.  It has turned out even better than I could have ever asked for.&lt;br /&gt;So what are we doing on this special day?  Not a thing!  I am taking Keiths grandparents to the dr and Keith is working late.  Awesome.  That part I may have envisioned a little differently.  Lol.  But our life is busy and crazy and their is little us time.  So maybe next year.  I am thinking for our 10 year we will take a trip somewhere.  Maybe Hawaii or Jamaica.  A big trip like we have never taken bc we have as I just made public had kids since only a few months after we got married.  The thought of a week long trip is giving me anxiety already.  Maybe if I start planning now by next year I won't feel so nervous about it.  Any ideas on a good 10 year anniversary destination? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-7362958422691808496?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/7362958422691808496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-anniversary-to-me.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/7362958422691808496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/7362958422691808496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-anniversary-to-me.html' title='Happy Anniversary to me!!'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TH4-FEfmg1I/AAAAAAAAAdA/KfRmfHtoXsQ/s72-c/108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-6212248660781889925</id><published>2010-08-30T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T11:31:14.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mans Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/THv2B5Ju9DI/AAAAAAAAAc4/6KMCLe5YglU/s1600/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511269081399882802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/THv2B5Ju9DI/AAAAAAAAAc4/6KMCLe5YglU/s320/041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So a few months ago we went to Oerschlins to get some flowers and they had the most incredibly cute dog we had ever seen there.  So of course I don't even think I got any flowers but we did  end up bringing this dog home.  He has become Connors best friend.  Connor has to go outside 20 times a day to check on him and pet him.  He sleeps in the garage and stays in the yard (minus going to my neighbor shelley's house occasionally and eating her cat food).  So all in all he is a pretty good boy. (Minus chewing up everything he comes in contact with.  Including the seat on our golf cart and some Reebok flip flops that don't belong to us.  Hopefully none of you are missing any.  Hehe. I guess that is part of him being a puppy.)  This is the first dog we have ever had and I am not a dog person (at all).  But he has become part of the family.  My friend Beth has taken over the Animal Control for Washington and she was telling me about how they have to put down all the dogs that don't find homes.  That just makes me sick.  Just think if we wouldn't have adopted Raylin he would be there in that situation.  Yuck.  Next time you get the itch for a dog adopt one.  There are so many that need good homes.  Maybe I will even get a second one someday.  Doubtful but maybe.  First I have to replace everything in the garage that this one has chewed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-6212248660781889925?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6212248660781889925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/08/mans-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/6212248660781889925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/6212248660781889925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/08/mans-best-friend.html' title='Mans Best Friend'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/THv2B5Ju9DI/AAAAAAAAAc4/6KMCLe5YglU/s72-c/041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-8722324924328321800</id><published>2010-08-17T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T06:14:27.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Success!!</title><content type='html'>Last week we were brave and took our children on vacation. We went to Gatlinburg with my parents, sister, and her family. I was a nervous wreck thinking of being in the car with the kids for 7 hours. Surprisingly it went incredibly well. I don't think we had a single melt down in the car. Somehow we ended up 20 minutes in front of everyone else on the way so we stopped at a church parking lot and let the kids run around for a while.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGrlOZ3hRSI/AAAAAAAAAcA/1ZUVNsFRavg/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506465530038535458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGrlOZ3hRSI/AAAAAAAAAcA/1ZUVNsFRavg/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGrlOHJezII/AAAAAAAAAb4/--fq6MPqZvQ/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506465525013597314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGrlOHJezII/AAAAAAAAAb4/--fq6MPqZvQ/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGrlN5eNauI/AAAAAAAAAbw/jOlioYxsjiM/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506465521342442210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGrlN5eNauI/AAAAAAAAAbw/jOlioYxsjiM/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It felt awesome to get out and stretch our legs but not that awesome that it was 100 degrees! We were sweating to death. We meet up with our crew and ate lunch and continued on our way. It was such a nice and calm ride. I would have never dreamed it would have gone that easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First thing we did was go to the aquarium. Here are a few pics of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGrlNUP2OXI/AAAAAAAAAbo/rnsU2UUBYUk/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506465511350090098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGrlNUP2OXI/AAAAAAAAAbo/rnsU2UUBYUk/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGrlNMW2deI/AAAAAAAAAbg/62twv73mFpc/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506465509231982050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGrlNMW2deI/AAAAAAAAAbg/62twv73mFpc/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGrhJmB7LBI/AAAAAAAAAbY/8EPnTAEE7rs/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGrhJe2AmvI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/NpFbz0QxKps/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506461047428520690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGrhJe2AmvI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/NpFbz0QxKps/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGrhI6C5D7I/AAAAAAAAAbI/SaB-5Owcs3E/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506461037550440370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGrhI6C5D7I/AAAAAAAAAbI/SaB-5Owcs3E/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is in our cabin one morning before we went out. Sam loves coffee (Actually all of my kids do. For this reason I never make it except for a special treat!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGrhIeBbldI/AAAAAAAAAbA/ls0XbTrVx9g/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506461030028121554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGrhIeBbldI/AAAAAAAAAbA/ls0XbTrVx9g/s320/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGrhH4EfHLI/AAAAAAAAAa4/t4bUCINHIV8/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506461019840388274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGrhH4EfHLI/AAAAAAAAAa4/t4bUCINHIV8/s320/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole gang together. I wonder if we will ever get a pic of all of them together and looking. Maybe in a few more years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGqChfgNHwI/AAAAAAAAAaI/w02LIHDFKiM/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506357006317723394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGqChfgNHwI/AAAAAAAAAaI/w02LIHDFKiM/s320/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the view from the deck on our cabin. Pretty yes- Scary absolutely!! I went into serious panic mode when I took my kids out there the first time. They were not allowed on the deck without an adult ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGqChM4KaXI/AAAAAAAAAaA/aNiwRv7y1cc/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506357001317935474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGqChM4KaXI/AAAAAAAAAaA/aNiwRv7y1cc/s320/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was at wonder works. Mag kept trying and after a couple attempts she made it to the top. I was so proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGqCgkM9X3I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/BbCwut_doxs/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506356990399307634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGqCgkM9X3I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/BbCwut_doxs/s320/035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGqCgSdvFWI/AAAAAAAAAZw/oLntEvMaLdQ/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506356985637836130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGqCgSdvFWI/AAAAAAAAAZw/oLntEvMaLdQ/s320/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam absolutely loved to run on this piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGqCf1lJYiI/AAAAAAAAAZo/DbvV2zj5Fjk/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506356977884291618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGqCf1lJYiI/AAAAAAAAAZo/DbvV2zj5Fjk/s320/038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGp-GnG4JUI/AAAAAAAAAZg/0dERGj7Qpzg/s1600/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506352146455995714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGp-GnG4JUI/AAAAAAAAAZg/0dERGj7Qpzg/s320/040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGp-GKfv7KI/AAAAAAAAAZY/LtNH3HCOmCk/s1600/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506352138775686306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGp-GKfv7KI/AAAAAAAAAZY/LtNH3HCOmCk/s320/045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGp-F6VqqAI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/UiNO7q6iBm8/s1600/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506352134438430722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGp-F6VqqAI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/UiNO7q6iBm8/s320/046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGp-FpwlD-I/AAAAAAAAAZI/80weyiJVjjY/s1600/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506352129987907554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGp-FpwlD-I/AAAAAAAAAZI/80weyiJVjjY/s320/054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGp-FDIAPHI/AAAAAAAAAZA/NX_f5A6hAgo/s1600/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506352119617174642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGp-FDIAPHI/AAAAAAAAAZA/NX_f5A6hAgo/s320/049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Connor and Jack wanted to go to a dinosaur museum and Maggie and Luke wanted to go to this Titanic place so we ended up taking the little boys to the dinosaur place. It was awesome. We were the only ones there so we went thru it like 5 times and took our time. Dont they look cute in their safari hats??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGp6173whJI/AAAAAAAAAY4/CXwIVOEOcNU/s1600/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506348561437066386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGp6173whJI/AAAAAAAAAY4/CXwIVOEOcNU/s320/055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I on the other hand- not that cute in the safari hat!! Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGp61QeHtII/AAAAAAAAAYw/wOoG4ybtxaI/s1600/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506348549786809474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGp61QeHtII/AAAAAAAAAYw/wOoG4ybtxaI/s320/060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGp61DY6LeI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L3e7AqrAYFs/s1600/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506348546275290594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGp61DY6LeI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L3e7AqrAYFs/s320/061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinosaur place we took the boys on a helicopter ride. It was short and sweet but still pretty cool for the boys to say they got to ride in a helicopter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGp6059gveI/AAAAAAAAAYg/1DV6wTJxeEQ/s1600/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506348543744458210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGp6059gveI/AAAAAAAAAYg/1DV6wTJxeEQ/s320/063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor as the helicopter was going up!! Looking a little scared at first but he ended up really liking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGp60nmbAkI/AAAAAAAAAYY/U5QLs9zY404/s1600/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506348538815775298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGp60nmbAkI/AAAAAAAAAYY/U5QLs9zY404/s320/067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2:30 in the morning the night before we left I got up to use the bathroom and found this guy right next to the toilet. I killed it and then tried to go back to bed. I couldn't sleep all night thinking one of them was going to get in my covers. That was my first and hopefully last Scorpion experience. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the highlights from our trip. Can't wait to plan a trip for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-8722324924328321800?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8722324924328321800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/08/vacation-success.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/8722324924328321800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/8722324924328321800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/08/vacation-success.html' title='Vacation Success!!'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TGrlOZ3hRSI/AAAAAAAAAcA/1ZUVNsFRavg/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-1512033231004547535</id><published>2010-07-27T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T12:45:52.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Catch-Up</title><content type='html'>I am struggling with the fact that summer is almost over.  Am I ready to be done with 100 degree heat?  Totally!!  But at the same time am I ready for school to be starting again?  Not really.  I can't believe Maggie is about to start 3rd grade and Connor is going to pre-school already.  I am a little nervous about him going.  Hopefully he will like it.  I guess we shall see.  Here are a few pictures of our summer happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TE8yRzb-wfI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/eKk4EY4AV90/s1600/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498668951489397234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TE8yRzb-wfI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/eKk4EY4AV90/s320/043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my dad.  How cute is he???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TE8yRlhmQrI/AAAAAAAAAYI/EqYhoUXSDdY/s1600/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498668947754861234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TE8yRlhmQrI/AAAAAAAAAYI/EqYhoUXSDdY/s320/045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For some reason all of my pictures seem to have at least one naked little boy in them.  They go outside dressed but it seems like one of them is naked and playing in the hose all the time.  Oh well there is nothing cuter than a naked baby booty:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TE8yRbiNSGI/AAAAAAAAAYA/c1XXH8_8hYo/s1600/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498668945073064034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TE8yRbiNSGI/AAAAAAAAAYA/c1XXH8_8hYo/s320/041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maggie and my niece Brooke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TE8yQ6Aq_PI/AAAAAAAAAX4/4_YNNrGHWXw/s1600/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498668936074034418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TE8yQ6Aq_PI/AAAAAAAAAX4/4_YNNrGHWXw/s320/061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mags at the Splash park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TE8yQYJprdI/AAAAAAAAAXw/tbpn0MQc6xY/s1600/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498668926984891858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TE8yQYJprdI/AAAAAAAAAXw/tbpn0MQc6xY/s320/062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie joined the YMCA dolphins this year.  She loves to swim and she has improved so much since the beginning of the season.  She won the most improved swimmer and she was so proud of herself.  It has been so good for her.  This is her before her last meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TE8sfqvljQI/AAAAAAAAAXo/OnG9aWJkXo8/s1600/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498662592604114178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TE8sfqvljQI/AAAAAAAAAXo/OnG9aWJkXo8/s320/060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith and Connor at the Splash Park/City Pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TE8sfAVNK-I/AAAAAAAAAXg/O0LY0cguAyM/s1600/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498662581219175394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TE8sfAVNK-I/AAAAAAAAAXg/O0LY0cguAyM/s320/050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 4th of July at my mom and dads house.  They are building a new house so this was our last year to celebrate at their house and watch the fireworks from the park.  It will be so sad for them to move out of the house we grew up in but they are so excited about their new house and it is going to be so nice.  I will have to post some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TE8sepGCoRI/AAAAAAAAAXY/GqNotYkDn5k/s1600/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498662574981554450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TE8sepGCoRI/AAAAAAAAAXY/GqNotYkDn5k/s320/049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TE8seUMGkyI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ee5PFdKi6Vs/s1600/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498662569369834274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TE8seUMGkyI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ee5PFdKi6Vs/s320/054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TE8seJ1u5LI/AAAAAAAAAXI/HcpwXagi1Co/s1600/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498662566591653042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TE8seJ1u5LI/AAAAAAAAAXI/HcpwXagi1Co/s320/056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sam and his Pappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TE8ottudzrI/AAAAAAAAAXA/JMG9hN73jt0/s1600/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498658435876376242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TE8ottudzrI/AAAAAAAAAXA/JMG9hN73jt0/s320/051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TE8otEiJ8AI/AAAAAAAAAW4/lU0k4CY0wl4/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498658424818888706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TE8otEiJ8AI/AAAAAAAAAW4/lU0k4CY0wl4/s320/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Connor getting a haircut at Uncle Dennis' Barber Shop before Emily and Joel Thompsons wedding.  He was the ring bearer in their wedding.  Well sort of.  My husband had to hold his hand and walk with him.  He was so terribly handsome it didn't even matter. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TE8os3KSeaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/HHQ5O2J8pqY/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498658421229124002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TE8os3KSeaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/HHQ5O2J8pqY/s320/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TE8ost0tTrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/WVPpIn9H1co/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498658418722688690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TE8ost0tTrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/WVPpIn9H1co/s320/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have done a ton of jumping on the trampoline with the sprinkler underneath it.  What a great way to cool off and have fun.  My kids love it.  Here they are with my sisters kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TE8osHFVxRI/AAAAAAAAAWg/9q4rqIabyls/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498658408323466514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TE8osHFVxRI/AAAAAAAAAWg/9q4rqIabyls/s320/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Connor and my nephew Jack posing for a quick pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that is only a fraction of what has been happening here but it's a good start.  Life has kept me way to busy to think about doing much blogging lately.  Maybe having 2 boys 18 months apart wasn't the greatest idea.  Lol.  I wouldn't change it for the world but it does make life twice as crazy as it was before they were here.  We are going to Gatlinburg in a couple weeks with my sister and her fam and my parents.  This will be our first real vacation as the parents of 3 kids so wish us luck.  The kids are really excited and the boys are positive they are going to see a bear.  Lol.  Hope you are all doing well and hopefully now that summer is over things will calm a little and I will be able to get back on the blogging bandwagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-1512033231004547535?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1512033231004547535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-catch-up.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/1512033231004547535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/1512033231004547535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-catch-up.html' title='Summer Catch-Up'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TE8yRzb-wfI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/eKk4EY4AV90/s72-c/043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-6384653401592573297</id><published>2010-05-04T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T09:08:11.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up!!</title><content type='html'>So I have taken a serious blogging break. It just seems like recently anytime I would sit down to work on it something else would come up. So I am going to catch you up on the highlights of the last few months. As you can see we have been hanging out with our friends the Clintons. Lol. Actually at the end of April Keith and I took our first no kids trip to NYC for the weekend. While we were there we went to a wax museum and these are a couple of the pics we took there.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TBeXIVRAmKI/AAAAAAAAAWY/thlLkasbqO0/s1600/115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483017240750102690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TBeXIVRAmKI/AAAAAAAAAWY/thlLkasbqO0/s320/115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TBeXIOGHJNI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/bI3XWqJXLbU/s1600/111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483017238825346258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TBeXIOGHJNI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/bI3XWqJXLbU/s320/111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TBeXHwqKeII/AAAAAAAAAWI/Ge0YpUiX6d4/s1600/104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483017230923495554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TBeXHwqKeII/AAAAAAAAAWI/Ge0YpUiX6d4/s320/104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken at Battery Park which is where you go to get on the Ferry to see the Statue of Liberty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TBeXHDt1dEI/AAAAAAAAAWA/vZN3x1UflVQ/s1600/101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483017218859299906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TBeXHDt1dEI/AAAAAAAAAWA/vZN3x1UflVQ/s320/101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TBeSOxfQaZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/tOBrwTqpvYY/s1600/108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483011853847128466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TBeSOxfQaZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/tOBrwTqpvYY/s320/108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TBeSOkD62nI/AAAAAAAAAVw/T97D8aJwdoY/s1600/099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483011850242808434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TBeSOkD62nI/AAAAAAAAAVw/T97D8aJwdoY/s320/099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the bull on Wall Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TBeSOLhdZqI/AAAAAAAAAVo/4NDcFu_CZbM/s1600/092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483011843655820962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TBeSOLhdZqI/AAAAAAAAAVo/4NDcFu_CZbM/s320/092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are at the Subway. The second day there we braved it and took the Subway. What an experience. It is a little scary. Thank god my husband has a great sense of direction. We didn't get lost once. (That's bc we asked for directions every 3 blocks. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TBeSNnD8djI/AAAAAAAAAVg/RWos9OqlEdg/s1600/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483011833868351026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TBeSNnD8djI/AAAAAAAAAVg/RWos9OqlEdg/s320/084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Time Square. Our hotel was just 2 blocks from there. We had such a nice trip. It was a nice get away. It definately made me appreciate my 2 acre yard (that I complain about mowing all the time), the cows I watch in the pasture behind our house, and being able to walk down the street all by myself. It was amazing to see though. I am definately a small town girl. While we there my husband won us front row tickets to see Wicked. It was the coolest thing I have ever seen. I have officialy downloaded the soundtrack and listen to it and try to relive it all the time. If you ever have the oppurtunity it is so worth the money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember that bomb ordeal in NYC that was the weekend after we came home and only one block over from where we stayed. Thank god for keeping us safe. That would have scared me to death if we would have been there for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TBeSNbLgX5I/AAAAAAAAAVY/pl2IlSzY8c4/s1600/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483011830678839186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TBeSNbLgX5I/AAAAAAAAAVY/pl2IlSzY8c4/s320/076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are at my parents house after church on Easter.&lt;br /&gt;We were like that's a pretty good family photo and then we noticed our family had grown by one. Did you notice my niece to the right. Well needless to say she is getting cropped out before we print it out. At least you got a chance to see how cute she looked at easter in her dress that matched maggies. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TBeNqK7F45I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/-tCQvCxqB-U/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483006826973094802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TBeNqK7F45I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/-tCQvCxqB-U/s320/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Keiths grandma at her birthday party. Doesn't she look fantastic. She is doing so well. We have been doing some shopping. We have went to Kohls this month two times. She loves to shop and we have been having so much fun. It is so good to have her back to feeling well and being able to do things. I think she really had a good 90th birthday party. She got a lot of nice gifts and we had good food and company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TBeNp_pYZUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/tA_ZyYvdyw0/s1600/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483006823946020162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TBeNp_pYZUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/tA_ZyYvdyw0/s320/053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from Connors birthday party. (For some reason my pics are always out of order. ) This was his big gift. He loves to drive this tractor all over the yard. When I mow he gets his tractor out and tries to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TBeNpkT_a0I/AAAAAAAAAVA/4WrDt6_WrH8/s1600/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483006816608545602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TBeNpkT_a0I/AAAAAAAAAVA/4WrDt6_WrH8/s320/044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom, Maggie, and Connor pre-party. Doesn't Connor look handsome in his sweater? I love him in that sweater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TBeNpWk83FI/AAAAAAAAAU4/xkPZcfrvZb8/s1600/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483006812921584722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TBeNpWk83FI/AAAAAAAAAU4/xkPZcfrvZb8/s320/042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TBeNo_VqaTI/AAAAAAAAAUw/NTkDyjBeDtw/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S-DDehgBoCI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FqIPoLFfSA0/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467584876783968290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S-DDehgBoCI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FqIPoLFfSA0/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Keith, his brother Kelly and Sam with their Grandpa Mel. I love this picture of all of them together.&lt;br /&gt;Keith was driving Grandpa around showing him things in the yard.  Did you know Keith's grandpa grew up in the house next door to ours (where Keith grew up) and he used to milk cows in the barn you can see in the background of this pic.  It must be so weird for him to see how things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S-DDeMiIbGI/AAAAAAAAAUY/__GauH4mpLc/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467584871155657826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S-DDeMiIbGI/AAAAAAAAAUY/__GauH4mpLc/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a quick pic from Maggies party. I can't believe I have an 8 year old daughter. Where has the time gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics of my kids all decked out for Easter. I thought they were way too cute to not share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S-DDd_uKOcI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/J8Vf2MamDYw/s1600/072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467584867716446658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S-DDd_uKOcI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/J8Vf2MamDYw/s320/072.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S-DDdgE2Q9I/AAAAAAAAAUI/S-3KNTINDac/s1600/077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467584859221672914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S-DDdgE2Q9I/AAAAAAAAAUI/S-3KNTINDac/s320/077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S-DDdGj0xYI/AAAAAAAAAUA/YshGQnYKCSI/s1600/073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467584852372276610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S-DDdGj0xYI/AAAAAAAAAUA/YshGQnYKCSI/s320/073.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways that is the highlights of the last 3 months. I have also done a lot of landscaping work around my house. I am so proud of how it has turned out. I will have to post a picture of that soon. Maggie has got me running like a full fledged soccer mom. She has tutoring, swim team, cheer camp, and Camp Illiana in the month of June so we are always running I feel like. Connor is going to be the ring bearer in Keith's cousin Emily's wedding next weekend. So I hope to get some pics posted of him. Even if I can't get him to walk down the aisle he will still be so handsome in a tux (but keep your fingers crossed he does it.) Hope you are all doing well. Until next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lindsay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-6384653401592573297?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6384653401592573297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/05/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/6384653401592573297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/6384653401592573297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/05/catching-up.html' title='Catching up!!'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/TBeXIVRAmKI/AAAAAAAAAWY/thlLkasbqO0/s72-c/115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-4641274455822374906</id><published>2010-03-17T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T12:05:17.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So we have been having so much fun in this nice weather.  Here are a few pics of what we have been doing.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S6ETPULbmJI/AAAAAAAAATc/-SOcpAXTd6Q/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449658177930631314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S6ETPULbmJI/AAAAAAAAATc/-SOcpAXTd6Q/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sam saw this basketball at our neighbor Shelley's house and confiscated it.  He loves to play ball now.  Thank you Shelley for letting us borrow your ball.  (Or I guess I should say not being mad when we called to tell you we stole it.  Hehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S6ETOh4xw9I/AAAAAAAAATU/BsHKlwnLMrw/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449658164430619602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S6ETOh4xw9I/AAAAAAAAATU/BsHKlwnLMrw/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S6ETOHOH_cI/AAAAAAAAATM/8fhZVGaBrb8/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449658157272399298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S6ETOHOH_cI/AAAAAAAAATM/8fhZVGaBrb8/s320/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S6EPVFi_MBI/AAAAAAAAATE/jEHo43jgs4Y/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449653879035605010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S6EPVFi_MBI/AAAAAAAAATE/jEHo43jgs4Y/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how much change a year can make.  Last year Connor couldn't drive the fire truck at all and now he is a pro.  I am so glad he takes Sam for rides.  I can then relax and sit on the porch and watch them for a minute instead of chasing them.  We have had to Bungee (sp) cord the two of them in bc we learned the hard way a couple times that Sam doesn't hold on very tight while he's riding.  But thanks to daddy we have ourselves a make-shift seat belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S6EPUWO5VYI/AAAAAAAAAS8/fPIRh2dOX30/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449653866334868866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S6EPUWO5VYI/AAAAAAAAAS8/fPIRh2dOX30/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S6EPT39ALPI/AAAAAAAAAS0/EyZ0Ht1rfG0/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449653858206756082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S6EPT39ALPI/AAAAAAAAAS0/EyZ0Ht1rfG0/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam has recently discovered Maggies baby dolls.  This one particular baby makes a sucking sound when you put it's paci in it's mouth and cries when you take it out.  He thinks that is sooo funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S6EPTGBqqKI/AAAAAAAAASs/PacCjo2SSRI/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449653844804544674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S6EPTGBqqKI/AAAAAAAAASs/PacCjo2SSRI/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S6EPSoQRSRI/AAAAAAAAASk/IPvr6tuH8gk/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449653836812732690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S6EPSoQRSRI/AAAAAAAAASk/IPvr6tuH8gk/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you were wondering yes we do also have a daughter but at 8 it's like she has a life of her own now.  I can't say I am particularly fond of it but she gets home from school and plays Barbies in her room or goes to the neighbor and plays.  This growing up and being independent thing is hard for a momma.  I feel like we never have a good photo op moment.  I am going to work on that though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are getting geared up for a party weekend.  Maggie is going to our neighbors birthday party on Friday and she's having her own party Saturday and we are having a party for Keith's grandma on Sunday so be ready for some more pics.  Hope all is well for all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-4641274455822374906?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4641274455822374906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-we-have-been-having-so-much-fun-in.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/4641274455822374906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/4641274455822374906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-we-have-been-having-so-much-fun-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S6ETPULbmJI/AAAAAAAAATc/-SOcpAXTd6Q/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-1811755865691233676</id><published>2010-03-09T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T09:39:41.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>So things here have been pretty crazy lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after my last post I got sick.  Which never happens bc moms don't get sick.  They just can't bc there is no time for that.  Anyways I ran out to the quick care and they said I had an ear infection and a sinus infection.  I finished my antibiotic a few days ago and now guess what it is back.  I can't hear at all and I have just a low grade fever.  Just enough to make you not feel well.  My kids are still running around like crazy so I had better get over this real quick bc it's no fun.  Sam and Connor have been sick too.  Sam was coughing and really snotty so I was going to take him to the dr so I just had them look at Connor to bc he had been coughing some as well.  Connor had a double ear infection and sore throat and Sam had an ear infection and sore throat and a wheeze in his chest.  They ended up with like 6 prescriptions between the 2 of them.  I hope Spring puts an end to all of this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as my job interview goes I think it went pretty well.  I don't know if it is really going to be a job that I am interested in though.  The job is for an X-ray tech which is what I went to school for but another part of this job is drawing blood for all the lab test that they do there.  I don't know if I would really want to do that.  Its one thing if its an adult but I don't know if I would want to have to do it to little kids.  It just makes me nervous.  I guess if I was properly trained it would be ok but yuck!  The hours are really long and you are the only one there doing all the xrays and lab work.  It just sounds really busy to me.  On a happy note though I did find a babysitter.  She is an older lady who cooks for Keith's grandparents.  She has been coming over at least once a week and spending a couple hours with the kids so I can go out and do the things I need to do without the kids.  It has been so nice.  I am thinking who needs a job.  I will just hire this lady to come over and I will go out and spend my husbands money.  That sounds like alot more fun to me. Lol.  We'll see what happens.  They haven't offered me the job yet.  Maybe they won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have entered birthday season.  We just celebrated my moms, my sisters, and my brother in law over the last couple weeks.  Keiths moms is Friday.  Keith's two grandmas are the 21st and 22nd (His grandma Helen will be 90 on the 21st).  Mag's is the 23 and Connor's is the 28th.  So starting next week we will be having some birthday parties.  I love a party but they can be exhasuting.  The preparation and clean up can be a killer.  I am having  a party for Grandma Helen bc she is going to be 90.  I think that is something to be celebrated.  Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I will post some new pics of our recent happenings soon.  Hope you are all doing well and having a good week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-1811755865691233676?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1811755865691233676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/03/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/1811755865691233676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/1811755865691233676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-6743876556993926712</id><published>2010-02-22T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T11:55:36.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom!!</title><content type='html'>So the 26th is my mom's 50th birthday so this weekend we went to E-ville out to eat, to see Avatar at the imax theater in 3-D (btw it was pretty awesome) and then we went to the casino for a little while.  It was a nice time.  We hardly get to see each other without six kids running around (between mine and my sisters kids).  Just thought you guys might want to see how awesome we all looked in our 3-D glasses.  Caution:  Do not go to this movie if you are trying to look cool because I don't think it is possible to look cool in these glasses.  Lol.  We got a good laugh out of each other.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S4LclgAPsNI/AAAAAAAAASc/aGOKFdHylZc/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441153836621213906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S4LclgAPsNI/AAAAAAAAASc/aGOKFdHylZc/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom and Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S4LZxNISEtI/AAAAAAAAASU/KcdaLO6hoZ0/s1600-h/024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S4LZwj-mV4I/AAAAAAAAASM/iRHt2BIXiQw/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441150728131729282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S4LZwj-mV4I/AAAAAAAAASM/iRHt2BIXiQw/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister April and her husband Josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S4LZvxyquyI/AAAAAAAAASE/o5EigJQRvnU/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441150714659912482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S4LZvxyquyI/AAAAAAAAASE/o5EigJQRvnU/s320/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith and I- I am looking super sweet in the glasses.  Hehe.  Here are a couple of other cute pics of my little guys I wanted to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S4LZvMCNoTI/AAAAAAAAAR8/7-1TZCHesvc/s1600-h/019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441150704524566834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S4LZvMCNoTI/AAAAAAAAAR8/7-1TZCHesvc/s320/019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S4LZuk3fC1I/AAAAAAAAAR0/DqociMHAPd8/s1600-h/024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441150694010587986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S4LZuk3fC1I/AAAAAAAAAR0/DqociMHAPd8/s320/024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways that is what has been going on around here lately.  I should have a phone interview for the job I am hoping to get.  Cross your fingers it goes well.  By the way I am not getting any closer to finding a babysitter for that one day a week so I would be happy to hear any suggestions any of you might have.  Hope you have a good week.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-6743876556993926712?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6743876556993926712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/6743876556993926712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/6743876556993926712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom!!'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S4LclgAPsNI/AAAAAAAAASc/aGOKFdHylZc/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-1551811609731502765</id><published>2010-02-18T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T11:13:35.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suggestions Please...</title><content type='html'>I am thinking about going back to work part time if things work out like I hope.  I have been wanting to get a part time job since Connor was born but then I had Sam and then things have just been to hectic to worry about it.  Out of the blue last night a woman from Jasper called me to see if I would be interested in a job at the Urgent Care Clinic there.  It is only 1 day a week and every 3rd weekend which is right up my alley.  I am not wanting to leave my kids and go back to work full time but I would love to get out of the house some.  My main concern though is what am I going to do with my kids this one day a week?  Any suggestions?  I am looking to find someone who could come to the house this one day a week and stay with the kids.  Do any of you know anyone who does anything like that?  It is hard to get excited about going to work when you have to worry about your kids.  I think that is why I have never looked to hard yet.  Let me know if any of you know anyone who may be interested....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-1551811609731502765?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1551811609731502765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/02/suggestions-please.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/1551811609731502765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/1551811609731502765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/02/suggestions-please.html' title='Suggestions Please...'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-8260286666192165157</id><published>2010-02-17T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T12:46:45.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging Out!!</title><content type='html'>So I love the snow and I don't even mind it hanging around.  I think its so pretty and if I don't have anywhere to go at least this way Mags has been able to stay home and keep me company for a couple extra days.  I do mind the snow however when I have to go places and over the last couple days I have been running around town like crazy. It makes me nervous to drive on it.  I am pretty sure we are going to be the old couple where the woman never drives she just sits in passenger seat and complains about her husbands driving the whole time.  Haha.  Keith's grandparents decided they were moving home from the Legends and are in the process of moving back today.  There were lots of preparation having to go into getting them back home and that is my where I come in.  I have made arrangements to get them a cook to come to their house 2x a day and a nurse to come in 3x daily to make sure her meds are all in order.  It has just became a bigger job now days than I can take on by myself and for their own safety it has to be this way. .  Hopefully this will make them happy and everything will work out for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so my kids have had the colds and stuff and are finally getting over it.  PTL.  Now Connor has Pink Eye in both of his eyes.  Someone tell me when you put those drops in does it hurt?  Bc he literally cried for an hour after we put them in.  It  is bad enough that we have to hold him down to put the drops in but then he screams like he is in pain.  I can't wait for this to clear up.  Anyone have any tips on getting these drops in less traumatically please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I am just kind of trying to stay warm and remind myself that my kids won't be little forever so even though I am not allowed to put up the vacuum ever (bc my son is still obsessed with it- it's almost become like a piece of furniture bc it is always out in the living room), my house has toys scattered throughout, and I feel slightly crazy half the time I am going to look back on this someday and want these days back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are just a few pics of what's been going on around here lately....&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S3xGTV2k6lI/AAAAAAAAARs/DydEbgdoU64/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439299748054231634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S3xGTV2k6lI/AAAAAAAAARs/DydEbgdoU64/s320/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what my husband looks like after supper everyday.  Asleep in the chair. The real physical labor of the coal mine really wears him out. You may notice the toy vacuum next to Keith's arm.  (Not only does Connor play with the real one all the time he and Sam have their own toy ones as well.  Lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S3xGTCSGVQI/AAAAAAAAARk/B5o4hFviABM/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439299742800958722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S3xGTCSGVQI/AAAAAAAAARk/B5o4hFviABM/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam taking a quick dip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S3xGSnJ8CUI/AAAAAAAAARc/qZeIykLylwQ/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439299735518972226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S3xGSnJ8CUI/AAAAAAAAARc/qZeIykLylwQ/s320/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Connor and the monkey towel.  The only towel he will use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S3xGSCYplDI/AAAAAAAAARU/Z43TecGn2gA/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439299725648565298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S3xGSCYplDI/AAAAAAAAARU/Z43TecGn2gA/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just goofing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S3xGRiVoWyI/AAAAAAAAARM/B2DCt5GDY94/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439299717045967650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S3xGRiVoWyI/AAAAAAAAARM/B2DCt5GDY94/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor and his bf Nolan.  How funny is it that Nolan always wants to wear this power ranger costume and these yellow gloves.  He calls them his Mustard gloves.  They are trouble x 2 but boys will be boys and they sure do have fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways hope everyone is having a good week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-8260286666192165157?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8260286666192165157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/02/hanging-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/8260286666192165157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/8260286666192165157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/02/hanging-out.html' title='Hanging Out!!'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S3xGTV2k6lI/AAAAAAAAARs/DydEbgdoU64/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-7860920358209104995</id><published>2010-02-13T06:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T07:13:27.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy  Valentines Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S3a5AgTDeKI/AAAAAAAAARE/TgTLYAAgdvM/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437737018417445026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S3a5AgTDeKI/AAAAAAAAARE/TgTLYAAgdvM/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is obviously from our wedding almost 9 years ago.  It came from my album of proofs bc guess what I really have no idea what I did with my wedding pictures.  (I am guessing I put them in the basement in a box.  What a wife.  I can't even find my wedding pics.  They kind of got put on the back burner when all our wedding pictures slowly got replaced by baby pictures.) I am not a real wedding person anyways.  I kind of wish now we would have went somewhere beachy and got married.  I never cared to much about what kind of flowers or what color dresses or any of that kind of thing.  Yes I am really a woman just not one that ever was dreaming of a wedding.  I don't even know why I got on that topic so anyways....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it is Valentines Day and I am thinking of some reasons why I am such a lucky lady.  Here are some reasons I am lucky to have Mr. Keith Lynch as my husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is sooo handsome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He changes a mean poopy diaper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He worries about me and the kids all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He thinks my muffin top is sexy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He tells me all the time it looks like I am losing weight (even though I usually have not and I am pretty sure he know it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He always lets me be right.  Because he knows I am.  Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He works hard and provides for our family and allows me to stay home with the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He can make the bed really nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He lets me have the remote when we get in bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He always asks me if I want to drive before we go somewhere bc he knows he scares me when he drives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He assures me someday we will go on a vacation. ( You know just the 2 of us)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He thinks PMS last 3 weeks of the month and you have 1 good week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He tells me I look pretty when he comes home from work and I haven't had a shower and am still in my PJ's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is the best dad.  When he comes home from work he chases the kids around and wrestles them for a while bc he knows I need a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is dealing with the fact that he will never be my dad. (You know how you say well my dad would have done it this way.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways....  I could go on all day.  I look at our wedding picture and think how much we have changed over the past decade.  I hate to get sappy and I try to not do feelings but the one thing that hasn't changed is how much I love him.  Happy Valentines Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-7860920358209104995?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/7860920358209104995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/7860920358209104995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/7860920358209104995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy  Valentines Day!!'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S3a5AgTDeKI/AAAAAAAAARE/TgTLYAAgdvM/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-4443190124376381064</id><published>2010-01-23T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T12:25:43.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lynch-McCain Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>So this summer my friend Lindsay and I decided that we didn't have nearly enough pictures of ourselves together.  After being best friends for a decade and then some we hardly have any pictures of ourselves together.  So Lindsay's sister Samantha is starting to do some photography for people so we called her up and she came to our house and took some pictures of our families together.  Here are a just a few I wanted to share. (These were taken the end of October and I had misplaced the disk and I just found it the other day.  Praise the Lord for letting me find it)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S18RgOXd6UI/AAAAAAAAAQc/AS9-mpz92dw/s1600-h/IMG_9970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431078920942119234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S18RgOXd6UI/AAAAAAAAAQc/AS9-mpz92dw/s320/IMG_9970.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maggie and Hannah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S18RflV2WjI/AAAAAAAAAQU/bBZy4W65cIk/s1600-h/IMG_9941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431078909929478706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S18RflV2WjI/AAAAAAAAAQU/bBZy4W65cIk/s320/IMG_9941.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the whole group of kids. Maggie, Sam, Connor, Nolan, Hannah, and Will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S18RfWgBKCI/AAAAAAAAAQM/TTdPdpq4GBA/s1600-h/IMG_9918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431078905945597986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S18RfWgBKCI/AAAAAAAAAQM/TTdPdpq4GBA/s320/IMG_9918.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sure our husbands were acting like they were peeing.  They aren't right and they never have been but they are sure good for a laugh.  The rest don't need any explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S18Re8vbC2I/AAAAAAAAAQE/P0jTlUEBTIA/s1600-h/IMG_9897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431078899030887266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S18Re8vbC2I/AAAAAAAAAQE/P0jTlUEBTIA/s320/IMG_9897.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S18RejyDPMI/AAAAAAAAAP8/G6Y5GtNBmfI/s1600-h/IMG_9864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431078892331023554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S18RejyDPMI/AAAAAAAAAP8/G6Y5GtNBmfI/s320/IMG_9864.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S1swNX77MOI/AAAAAAAAAP0/nBzHFBIutP4/s1600-h/IMG_9838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429986782047056098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S1swNX77MOI/AAAAAAAAAP0/nBzHFBIutP4/s320/IMG_9838.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S1swNBvcGjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/JpA2xceXWvk/s1600-h/IMG_9803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429986776089106994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S1swNBvcGjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/JpA2xceXWvk/s320/IMG_9803.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S1swMysiUeI/AAAAAAAAAPk/cyMmJ6Lu-mM/s1600-h/IMG_9782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429986772050399714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S1swMysiUeI/AAAAAAAAAPk/cyMmJ6Lu-mM/s320/IMG_9782.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S1swMXIIBPI/AAAAAAAAAPc/JCdd-qKQoJk/s1600-h/IMG_9564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429986764649923826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S1swMXIIBPI/AAAAAAAAAPc/JCdd-qKQoJk/s320/IMG_9564.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S1swL8UH9tI/AAAAAAAAAPU/bZZXFHrcNGs/s1600-h/IMG_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429986757452494546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S1swL8UH9tI/AAAAAAAAAPU/bZZXFHrcNGs/s320/IMG_0066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways these are our bestfriends the McCains.  The people we wouldn't make it without.  Hope you are all having a good week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-4443190124376381064?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4443190124376381064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/01/lynch-mccain-photo-shoot.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/4443190124376381064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/4443190124376381064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/01/lynch-mccain-photo-shoot.html' title='Lynch-McCain Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S18RgOXd6UI/AAAAAAAAAQc/AS9-mpz92dw/s72-c/IMG_9970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-7018553031293329842</id><published>2010-01-18T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T12:56:20.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Little Helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S1TH6SOBhvI/AAAAAAAAAPE/9pAeNNhZ9cA/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I don't know what Laundry work is like at all of your houses but it looks a little something like this at mine. ( Although normally it is done with pants on.  Lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S1TH6HnlU0I/AAAAAAAAAO8/HnKA9eBUUXo/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428183252179702594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S1TH6HnlU0I/AAAAAAAAAO8/HnKA9eBUUXo/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S1TH5zP3DpI/AAAAAAAAAO0/NUN2bEaC0U8/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428183246711492242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S1TH5zP3DpI/AAAAAAAAAO0/NUN2bEaC0U8/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I had my camera out at lunch today I took a couple shots of Sam who is now saying cheese as soon as he sees the camera.  How funny is he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S1TH5ul3RVI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Wabx8KXpyq0/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428183245461603666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S1TH5ul3RVI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Wabx8KXpyq0/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shirt explains him to a T right now.  He is getting to be such a big guy.  What happened to my baby boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S1TH5CCm-KI/AAAAAAAAAOk/CVOlxofhIi8/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428183233502574754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S1TH5CCm-KI/AAAAAAAAAOk/CVOlxofhIi8/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another happy note my big boy Connor is dang near potty trained.  Praise the good lord.  He is going like a champ now and I am soooo thrilled to think that I am only buying diapers for one child now.  Thank god for small miracles.  I didn't think the day would ever come.  Keith also started his new job at work.  He is the man when it comes to this active mine system they are installing.  (It will allow every miner to be tracked at all times.)  He is excited to not be a mechanic anymore (the thought of him doing that job just doesn't seem right anyway).  I am just glad that he won't be underground mining all the time (and that he didn't get greased the other night).  Anyways that is our new news here.  Happy Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-7018553031293329842?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/7018553031293329842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/01/mommys-little-helper.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/7018553031293329842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/7018553031293329842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/01/mommys-little-helper.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Little Helper'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S1TH6HnlU0I/AAAAAAAAAO8/HnKA9eBUUXo/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-3541602008566832744</id><published>2010-01-15T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T15:33:54.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam's 1st Haircut!</title><content type='html'>The time had come for my little man to get his first haircut.  His hair had become beyond unmanageable.  I just hated to do it because I didn't want him to look like a big boy yet.  My best friend Lindsay is alot better with hair than I am so I called her up and she got the job done.  There was no screaming and crying which was a major bonus.  I would call it a success and the finished product is sooo cute.  Here is a photo recap of the big event.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S1D40_o6_JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/EHaL0_dEBtg/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427111140301405330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S1D40_o6_JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/EHaL0_dEBtg/s320/001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S1D40UrJ2DI/AAAAAAAAAOU/hE5zz92zvX4/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427111128768043058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S1D40UrJ2DI/AAAAAAAAAOU/hE5zz92zvX4/s320/002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Sam pre-haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S1D20F41T_I/AAAAAAAAAOM/41nCf-CIujo/s1600-h/013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S1D2zs3gSMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/gisAWCzoIjo/s1600-h/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427108919059171522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S1D2zs3gSMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/gisAWCzoIjo/s320/003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he is post haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S1D2zCb06rI/AAAAAAAAAN8/7HwFaHGOIxI/s1600-h/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427108907668794034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S1D2zCb06rI/AAAAAAAAAN8/7HwFaHGOIxI/s320/005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These next ones I just threw in because I thought they were too cute to keep to myself.  Check out Connors hat he is wearing with his Christmas pjs.  He looks like a little elf.  Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S1D2yn8IxuI/AAAAAAAAAN0/OfGoRu7ZPQo/s1600-h/123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427108900556556002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S1D2yn8IxuI/AAAAAAAAAN0/OfGoRu7ZPQo/s320/123.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am completely biased but isn't she the most beautiful little girl you have ever seen??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S1D2yU9gcYI/AAAAAAAAANs/Y6FeD4jI6W8/s1600-h/013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427108895462027650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S1D2yU9gcYI/AAAAAAAAANs/Y6FeD4jI6W8/s320/013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways that is the highlight of the last couple of days at the Lynch household.  Have a good weekend all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-3541602008566832744?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3541602008566832744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/01/sams-1st-haircut.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/3541602008566832744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/3541602008566832744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/01/sams-1st-haircut.html' title='Sam&apos;s 1st Haircut!'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S1D40_o6_JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/EHaL0_dEBtg/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-2496488924384739469</id><published>2010-01-09T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T15:42:24.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Editing</title><content type='html'>Today I tried something new- editing photos on a website I had heard about.  Here is the finished product!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S0kTldV6qsI/AAAAAAAAANk/zJ_5AqE3JJ8/s1600-h/049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424888760397114050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S0kTldV6qsI/AAAAAAAAANk/zJ_5AqE3JJ8/s320/049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S0kTlO-GvnI/AAAAAAAAANc/fwquLWPOSJo/s1600-h/026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424888756539145842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S0kTlO-GvnI/AAAAAAAAANc/fwquLWPOSJo/s320/026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S0kTkrppsCI/AAAAAAAAANU/6RLfbpIVkEQ/s1600-h/017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424888747058114594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S0kTkrppsCI/AAAAAAAAANU/6RLfbpIVkEQ/s320/017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S0kTkTNvNqI/AAAAAAAAANM/bd11G8Y7WaQ/s1600-h/014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424888740498585250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S0kTkTNvNqI/AAAAAAAAANM/bd11G8Y7WaQ/s320/014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S0kTkExB-xI/AAAAAAAAANE/MI9gpL6qBu0/s1600-h/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424888736620083986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S0kTkExB-xI/AAAAAAAAANE/MI9gpL6qBu0/s320/008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-2496488924384739469?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2496488924384739469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/01/photo-editing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/2496488924384739469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/2496488924384739469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/01/photo-editing.html' title='Photo Editing'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S0kTldV6qsI/AAAAAAAAANk/zJ_5AqE3JJ8/s72-c/049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-7264958274904132818</id><published>2010-01-08T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:33:25.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Wondering....</title><content type='html'>So I am just sitting here today bored as I could possibly be.  Both boys asleep and Maggie is watching TV and I have almost got my house suitably clean.  I even washed one set of curtains which I have never in my life done.  But as I am sitting here I am pondering some of lifes greatest mysteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Why is when 1 kid gets sick they all do?  I was just bragging about how none of them had been sick (really sick for a while) and then it hit.  It hit hard core.  Mag and Connor with the stomach flu and Sam with fever, bronchitis, throat and sinus infections.  Mag and Connor are good to go now but Sam is still fairly poor feeling but getting better as the days go by.  My real mystery surrounding this is why does it never happen when Keith is off work.  He was off work for 4 days two weeks in a row and all was well and as soon as he goes back it hits.\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2  Why is it that if my daughter falls asleep for 10 minutes she will stay awake till midnight?  I am sitting here watching her watch TV and looking really sleepy I keep reminding her do not fall asleep because you are not staying up all night tonight.  5 min reenergizes her for the night and she has been like that since she was a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Why do I feel motherly towards my husband?  Almost like I want to protect this 6 foot 4 200lb man.  The guys he works with told him if he didn't bring supper into work tonight they were going to grease him.  I am not entirely sure what that means but it doesn't sound all that pleasant.  He said he is not spending 100 dollars on food for these guys so he will take it if it comes.  To each there own.  I would have brought the stupid supper.  Hopefully they were just joking but I am pretty sure my husband works with some colorful characters.  Anyways hoping he is having a good night at work and doesn't come home black as night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4  What has happened to TV?  There is nothing good on and nothing that I like to watch is really appropriate to watch with my kids bc of language and other questionable content.  Regular cable is getting racier all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5  Why when my son pees in the potty does he never hit the potty?  Potty training a boy is a lot different than a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6  How cool is it that Stephanie Tanner on Full House is wearing an outfit that I had as a kid ?  (Well I am pretty sure it was hand me downed from my sister but I did wear it)  Who would have thought that Danny Tanner shopped at Wal-Mart.  At least Full House is one show we both enjoy together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7  Why do we not have a four wheel drive vehicle now that we live out in the country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8  Why does my youngest son think his favorite birthday toy the ball popper (this toy that blows balls out the top) is a storage place for everything he doesn't know what to do with?  Right now it doesn't blow any balls out because it is housing a old honey bun, an ornament, and a bottle of infants tylenol. (Which I need to be giving him right now)  Daddy needs to get a screw driver and take it apart and clean it out and get it back in working order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9  Why did my daughters friends at school have to tell her that they think hot dogs are made from pigs bottoms and now she won't eat them.  I was totally going to feed my kids a hot dog for supper but that killed that idea for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10  Why is it that my husband will not change the belt in my van that squeals so loud when I start it.  How embarassing.  My kids are in the car covering there ears until it gets warm enough and stops and I am pretty sure the other morning my neighbor came out to see if we were ok.  It is so loud.  He says its nothing to worry about and apparently he isn't worried and it really is just worse when it is cold but driving the ghetto mobile is getting old.  If you see him tell him to throw me a bone and get to fixin.  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways hope you are all pondering issues as big and important as I am today. LOL!  Enjoy your snow day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-7264958274904132818?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/7264958274904132818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-wondering.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/7264958274904132818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/7264958274904132818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-wondering.html' title='Just Wondering....'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-6942583965537396850</id><published>2010-01-03T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T10:53:34.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas, New years, etc......</title><content type='html'>Man how time flies.  It seems like just yesterday I was finishing up my Christmas shopping and waiting for Santa to come.  Now that is all over and done with.  Santa came to our house and brought the kids all kinds of new things.  They don't need any more toys.  Next year remind me to not buy them as much junk they don't need.   We are literally still finding places for all the stuff they got.&lt;br /&gt;.  Thank god at least we have a bigger house now.  The basement is a life saver.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little picture run down of our last couple of weeks.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S0DOTu_IbKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/lfxJxd7hiSQ/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422560789779737762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S0DOTu_IbKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/lfxJxd7hiSQ/s320/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Connor wearing his boy pants.  (Well the rest of the world may call them underwear but at our house they are called boy pants.)  I am not buying that boy anymore diapers so he is wearing underwear and we change several pairs a day usually but he is doing really well with it.  How nice it will be soon to only have 1 boy in diapers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S0DOTdm9AHI/AAAAAAAAAMs/nZQkwG2ZMRI/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422560785114923122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S0DOTdm9AHI/AAAAAAAAAMs/nZQkwG2ZMRI/s320/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sam and Maggie eating breakfast Christmas morning.  Sam says cheese now when he sees the camera so every pic taken of him looks exactly like this but it is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S0DOS0kVFmI/AAAAAAAAAMk/GUXbbeCMz3M/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422560774098064994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S0DOS0kVFmI/AAAAAAAAAMk/GUXbbeCMz3M/s320/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maggie and Connor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S0DOSjeAbtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/jMeB0jVMBOA/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422560769508142802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S0DOSjeAbtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/jMeB0jVMBOA/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maggie got a new baby bed for Christmas from her grandma Cathy here she is enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S0DOSC4mW9I/AAAAAAAAAMU/CHGgnxgiMUc/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422560760761310162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S0DOSC4mW9I/AAAAAAAAAMU/CHGgnxgiMUc/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How handsome is this guy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S0DI_KGfweI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ChcJbVkI3JE/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422554938722992610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S0DI_KGfweI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ChcJbVkI3JE/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this Mags so cute.  I thought she looked so pretty Christmas morning.  We borrowed her Grandma Cathy's hot rollers and fixed her hair.  She thought she was hot stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S0DI-pdQ9qI/AAAAAAAAAME/rj20cdtVNw0/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422554929960122018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S0DI-pdQ9qI/AAAAAAAAAME/rj20cdtVNw0/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the one thing Sam got for Christmas that he liked.  A dog that barks and it's tail wags.  He would have definetly been happier playing with the boxes and torn up wrapping paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S0DI-UO49PI/AAAAAAAAAL8/hHNyOHCyin8/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422554924262683890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S0DI-UO49PI/AAAAAAAAAL8/hHNyOHCyin8/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got a Wii for Christmas.  Look at how surprised Mags was to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S0DI-OnCk1I/AAAAAAAAAL0/vgLOnsIteMY/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422554922753364818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S0DI-OnCk1I/AAAAAAAAAL0/vgLOnsIteMY/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick photo shot before I let her rip in to the gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S0DI9snMKWI/AAAAAAAAALs/0_UYEbC1c4M/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422554913627187554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S0DI9snMKWI/AAAAAAAAALs/0_UYEbC1c4M/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the crazy hair he woke up with.  I don't think it has ever stuck out like that but it made for some good pics.  Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways that is a brief wrap up of our Christmas.  It was so nice and went so fast.  The kids get so worn out because we run around so much all the time over the holidays it makes it tough. But we had no completely terrible outbursts or anything like my last post so that makes the holidays a success to me.  Lol!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Years Eve we entertained Keiths family for the evening.  Had food and played wii games.  It was a good time.  I don't think I have stayed up till midnight in a long time.  We were up till 2 (including Maggie the boys went to bed early though) and the boys still got up by 7.  I guess that was a reminder of why I shouldn't stay up till 2.  Lol!  It was worth it good times and good company.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a new camera and a new laptop so I should be able to blog easier now.  Well once I get all this new stuff figured out.  That could possibly take a minute.  I am beginning to feel more like my parents all the time.  ( You know what I mean technologically challenged.)  I am going to work on that.  Maybe that could be my New Years resolution.  Anyways looks like you all had good holidays.  Take care all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-6942583965537396850?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6942583965537396850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-new-years-etc.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/6942583965537396850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/6942583965537396850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-new-years-etc.html' title='Christmas, New years, etc......'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S0DOTu_IbKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/lfxJxd7hiSQ/s72-c/034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-463900852542113388</id><published>2009-12-20T17:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T17:46:35.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa's Lodge Disaster</title><content type='html'>Here's my weekend wrap up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband was off work this Saturday for the first time in 3 weeks and he kept saying I want to go do something I don't want to just sit around here all weekend again.  After he said it enough times he got what he wished for a 1:15 I called the Santa's Lodge in Santa Claus IN and made reservations for the night.  The Lynch family was taking a road trip.  By about 2 we were on the road.  It is about an hour and a half drive and the kids were excellent in the car (which was shocking).  We got there and checked in and took the kids swimming which they all loved.  I thought to myself this is awesome what a great family day together. And then it hit.  The demon that posesses my middle child started to come through.  We went to this Christmas store and he was wanting to see Santa and my husband said you have to wait in line and he started having a tantrum right then and there in this crowded store.  We just left with what felt like a million peoples eyes on us.  Things got a little better from there we went to the land of lights and drove through to look at all the lights and things were looking up for a brief instant.  Then we get back to our hotel and go downstairs to the restraunt to eat.  Connor doesn't want to sit still and eat and keeps getting out of his seat.  While I am getting my food from the buffet Keith is giving me the death look and motioning me to get over there with some serious urgency.  Come to find out Connor had been laying on the floor and when Keith was getting him up Sam had spilt Maggies drink all over the table and floor.  Awesome.  I forgot to mention when we first got into that restraunt a little boy was choking on his food and finally threw up all over the floor.  That is a great way to set the mood.   Needless to say Keith hauled Connor out of that restraunt immediately and Mag and Sam and I finished eating and followed.  Now we are on to the meet and greet with Santa.  My kids are waiting there turn to see Santa and Connor is running around the lobby like some demon child.  I tried to act like I didn't know him but he kept calling me mom so it ruined my cover. Haha.  It is there turn now and guess what Connor and Sam are both terrified of Santa.  Once again Awesome...  Now Connor is screaming having another fit and I just took him and Sam back to the room and made them go to sleep.  Maggie stayed up and had milk and cookies with Santa and Mrs. Claus.  She was in heaven and had the time of her life.  The sleeping for the night didn't go great.  My kids just get laid in their beds at 8pm every night I haven't slept with the boys since they were newborns really and now I am more aware of why.  Sam tossed and turned and slept on my head and on my back and everywhere imaginable.  He finally passed out about an hour after he started at the foot of the bed.  Connor woke Maggie up bc he had his knees in her back.  I think it was 3 in the morning when I finally got to sleep.  What a night.  Sam woke up at 5 in the morning.  We ate breakfast with Santa.  He talked to Connor a couple of times and he screamed loud enough everyone once again looked at us. Then it was back home and does it ever feel good to be home.  I can honestly say I am glad we went.  It wasn't all bad and you have to make memories.  The kids will only remember the good parts when they get older right?  On the way home my husband springs it to me that a trip to Wal-Mart would have sufficed him.  It would have been nice to know that a little earlier on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-463900852542113388?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/463900852542113388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/12/santas-lodge-disaster.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/463900852542113388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/463900852542113388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/12/santas-lodge-disaster.html' title='Santa&apos;s Lodge Disaster'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-5152125867275920128</id><published>2009-12-16T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T14:05:44.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>I have been so crazy lately I have completely neglected the blog and the facebook ( 2 things I didn't think I could do without out Haha). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I start...&lt;br /&gt;Last week Keith's grandma was in the hospital and when it was time to discharge her we were told she couldn't go home:(  So... I went to the Legends (Btw it is sooo nice there) and made arrangements there for her and grandpa to stay while she got some more physical therapy and hopefully gets her strength back enough to come home.  It has been stressful.  Grandpa didn't want to move out there and grandma has been acting really confused and not like herself.  It really sucks to have to be the one to make all of these tough decisions but we are all they have and are just trying to do what we think is best for them right now.  Maybe she will really improve and get to come home.  But I have a hard time seeing that happen.  It is hard to see these people who have been like parents to us start to decline so much. I guess it is life but at the same time I am just not ready for it. &lt;br /&gt;Moving on to my own household..  Things are just as crazy as always.  Mags is growing like a weed (which explains why all her pants are high waters again.  I can't find a pair of pants that fit that kids waist and are long enough).  She is so excited about Christmas but has been asking if Santa is real or not.  She can't figure out why he had the same Hannah Montana wrapping paper as I did last year.  We aren't ready for her to be big so we keep making excuses for things.  Maybe that isn't right but we still want her to believe at least till next year.  Dang those kids at school and on the school bus.  Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Connor is like talking to a person now not like the baby boy he was last Christmas.  He is now saying thank you mommy and please and sorry and excuse me.  He almost acts like he has manners.  It is so sweet.  He is really beginning to love his brother and has fun running and chasing him all around the house.  On the other hand he has learned the meaning of no.  Now if you say Connor let's go to bed he says no way momma.  It is so cute you have to laugh but at times it is pretty trying.  His tv watching recliner has turned into the bad boy chair and he has done several stints in it each day.  I wonder if he will ever learn to share with his brother.   It is so hard to discipline your kids but I just really want him to be a good boy and we want to instill good values in him.  Maggie was always really well behaved.  I don't know if it is the difference between boys and girls or what but this is really our first rodeo.  It gets interesting around here.  Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Sam has been cutting the mother load of teeth and he has been a disgusting drooling mess.  He has been having to wear a bib all the time to keep his clothes dry.  He has also had a sinus infection on top of that (the kind when he cries he blows a beautiful snot bubble).  So for that reason I have had him quarantined.  I didn't want him to catch anything else or pass it on.  Plus who wants to see a snotty kid.  Yuck.  I still love him and kiss his drooly mouth at any chance I can get.  When it is your own it is never that gross, right?  But he is running like a wild man.  He is kind of bow legged ( the dr assures me he will out grow that) and is getting a big belly on him so he just waddles around the house all the time.  It is so funny to watch him.  He is saying just about everything.  It is amazing how quickly he picks up on stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways Yo gabba gabba is almost over (btw that is the stupidest show I have ever seen but for some reason Connor is loving it now) so my time is up.  Hope everyone is having a great holiday season.  Oh yeah one more thing Courtney Owens my computer will never let me leave a comment on your blog but I am still reading it and loving it.  Thanks for always commenting on my blog.  My computer is about to get a revamp bc our lap top is broken and then I ought to be back in business. &lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-5152125867275920128?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5152125867275920128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/12/update.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/5152125867275920128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/5152125867275920128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/12/update.html' title='Update...'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-1255998565892177215</id><published>2009-12-02T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T07:13:03.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still here!!</title><content type='html'>Where do I start...&lt;br /&gt;The last 2 weeks have been really crazy around here.  On the 18th I had breast reduction surgery.  It has been something I have been wanting to do for years and was waiting to be done having babies to do.  I felt like my back was always hurting and none of my shirts were ever fitting right.  Anyways so I went for it and I am so glad I did.  I am feeling so much better already.  The surgery wasn't bad at all and the recovery has been pretty easy as well.  Just been hard to not pick up the kids for the last 2 weeks.  Sam I can pick up but Connor is way to heavy so I have had to have help from my mom and mother in law in order to recover.  I think I am about back to normal though and i go to the dr tommorrow and hopefully he will say I am ok to go back to the usual.&lt;br /&gt;We have been gearing up for Christmas.  Decorating and putting lights up are such a big job.  Especially because now that we have a bigger house I keep buying more trees and more decorations which my husband is thrilled about.  Haha.  Sam is obsessed with taking all the ornaments off the tree and Connor is having fun unwrapping the gifts.  He brought me a shirt the other day and said look mom this is such a cool shirt.  Guess what it was the one I had bought for my sister and had wrapped under the tree.  This could be a long 23 more days.  I am almost done with my shopping except for just a few odd and end things but the majority of it is done.  yay!!  I hate shopping after Thanksgiving with all the people out.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SxZ_Omxr9HI/AAAAAAAAALU/I9fHcCXX5mw/s1600-h/Picture+637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410651891236074610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SxZ_Omxr9HI/AAAAAAAAALU/I9fHcCXX5mw/s320/Picture+637.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today is actually my brothers birthday.  Last year Maggie and I were at a party store and saw this Hamburger hat and she wanted to buy it for my dad for his birthday.  We decided that he should wear it to all the birthday parties after that.  Little did I know that on my birthday I got my own hat.  The hot dog hat.  Now my brothers birthday has rolled around and he was blessed with the duck hat.  So for everyones birthday they will get a hat until we all have one and wear them for the parties.  Yeah my family has issues but we have a good time and get a lot of laughs out of each other.  Happy birthday Uncle Danny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SxZ_OYk5T_I/AAAAAAAAALM/-OY0-CMuLr0/s1600-h/Picture+633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410651887424327666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SxZ_OYk5T_I/AAAAAAAAALM/-OY0-CMuLr0/s320/Picture+633.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Miss Mags at Uncle Dannys party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SxZ_OF--VnI/AAAAAAAAALE/rLqJK7mVGqc/s1600-h/Picture+625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410651882433435250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SxZ_OF--VnI/AAAAAAAAALE/rLqJK7mVGqc/s320/Picture+625.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam is now a biker. Loving to ride his brothers motorcylce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SxZ_NlE9VcI/AAAAAAAAAK8/QuV4JFNd1z8/s1600-h/Picture+628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410651873600165314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SxZ_NlE9VcI/AAAAAAAAAK8/QuV4JFNd1z8/s320/Picture+628.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and his boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SxZ_M1O5xvI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Vn5TEwx-Bwc/s1600-h/Picture+631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410651860756973298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SxZ_M1O5xvI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Vn5TEwx-Bwc/s320/Picture+631.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor is enjoying himself a bubble bath in our jet tub.  (Actually I started out enjoying it until I ended up with 2 little boys with me.)  When you turn the jets on it makes the bubbles grow out of control at this point his face was barely sticking out of the bubbles.  How fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways that is just a little preview of what has been going on around here.  Hope you are all doing well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-1255998565892177215?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1255998565892177215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-still-here.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/1255998565892177215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/1255998565892177215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m still here!!'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SxZ_Omxr9HI/AAAAAAAAALU/I9fHcCXX5mw/s72-c/Picture+637.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-9030724938421477310</id><published>2009-11-09T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T17:35:27.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SvjCB4DJi5I/AAAAAAAAAKo/hhYSCJONPlI/s1600-h/IMG_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I am soo late posting my Halloween pics but some of them were so hilarious they had to be posted.  Every year Keith's mom dresses up for Halloween and comes to our house and rings the door bell and trick or treats my kids.  This year she was Hannah Montanna.  It was so hilarious.  My kids didn't know what to think about their Grandma.  She is too much!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SvjCBe6rd4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/V8H9ymMci7c/s1600-h/IMG_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402281083765749634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SvjCBe6rd4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/V8H9ymMci7c/s320/IMG_0141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Svi8r7oI0fI/AAAAAAAAAKY/6Yr2WNS8ZsI/s1600-h/IMG_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402275215957348850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Svi8r7oI0fI/AAAAAAAAAKY/6Yr2WNS8ZsI/s320/IMG_0152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at my little pirate. Of course he had to wear Maggies sunglasses with the outfit. They definetly finish off the look. I am certain most pirates wear pink sunglasses.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Svi8rgYA5aI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/RYtFL_4AlBY/s1600-h/IMG_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402275208641963426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Svi8rgYA5aI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/RYtFL_4AlBY/s320/IMG_0147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is one of the few pics I have of the 3 of them together. How funny is that. I can never get a good picture of them on Easter morning but on Halloween they all sit still for a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Svi8rSr5O5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/FUEk022_S88/s1600-h/IMG_0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402275204967250834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Svi8rSr5O5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/FUEk022_S88/s320/IMG_0148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mags and Sammy! (Connor calls him Sammy boy. I swear he thinks that is his name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Svi8rLv_JOI/AAAAAAAAAKA/mh8H4nAm8Yg/s1600-h/IMG_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402275203105367266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Svi8rLv_JOI/AAAAAAAAAKA/mh8H4nAm8Yg/s320/IMG_0151.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't his handle bar mustache hilarious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways better late than never.  Hope everyone is having a good week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Svi8qxFbv6I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/CI6WK9mS9L8/s1600-h/IMG_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-9030724938421477310?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/9030724938421477310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-i-am-soo-late-posting-my-halloween.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/9030724938421477310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/9030724938421477310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-i-am-soo-late-posting-my-halloween.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SvjCBe6rd4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/V8H9ymMci7c/s72-c/IMG_0141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-2883015084015493106</id><published>2009-11-06T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T12:54:12.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT has arrived!!</title><content type='html'>I have heard about the swine flu for what feels like an eternity now but I am one of those people who chooses not to worry about things until I really have something to worry about.  Well guess what the time has arrived.  My sister has been sick for a few days now and after my mom has virtually persuaded her to go to the dr today she went.  She said they took her temp and it was 104 and they immediately went and got the dr. and put a mask on her.  The dr said of course you need to go straight to the hospital and get tested and guess what sure enough it was positive.  So now my family is sporting a case of the flu.  Yuck!!  I guess I like to think that kind of thing won't happen to me or my family but guess what it does.  She is doing fine.  Getting meds and rest and will be back to new in no time I am sure but it still makes you nervous.  I worry that my little niece and nephews will get it and that my kids or Keith and I will get it through our contact with them. I guess we will cross that bridge when we get there.  I am scheduled to have surgery on the 18th and would like to get it over with so I am crossing my fingers that I and my family will be able to steer clear of this.  Well keep my sister in your prayers and her family that they will stay healthy and keep a close eye on your family members and kids bc you never now it could be you next!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-2883015084015493106?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2883015084015493106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-has-arrived.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/2883015084015493106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/2883015084015493106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-has-arrived.html' title='IT has arrived!!'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-275823565417626731</id><published>2009-11-05T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T02:52:43.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Weekend!!</title><content type='html'>So this past weekend Maggie and I went on a special overnighter girls trip with her best friend Madi McClure and her mom Stephanie. We left Saturday morning and drove to Louisville and did a little shopping. We took the girls into Justice (a store in the mall) and found them some matching outfits and hats. They thought they were really stylin. Keith has some family that lives in Louisville. His Aunt and Uncle and cousins. His cousin Amber has been one of my best friends for years and I will take any excuse I can to go and visit her. I wish I could move her here to be closer to me. We spent the night with them and as always I wish the trip could have lasted longer. Saturday night was the long anticipated Miley Cyrus concert. As far as that goes the girls loved it. Maggie just was wondering why we couldn't wait to get Miley Cyrus' autograph afterwards. It is a hard concept for a little girl to understand that there are thousands of people around and it would never happen. Anyways I was slightly appalled that what I thought was an innocent role model wasn't quite as innocent as she used to be. Wowzers. Skin tight mini shorts and some questionable dancing are my main memories of that night but the girls really didn't seem to notice to much and as long as they don't try and follow suit I guess we are ok. I just think back to the days when I was Mags age and I really don't remember Tiffany or Debbie Gibson or the New Kids on the Block pulling any of those stunts but I guess that was a whole different era. ( I think it is hilarious that my daughter thinks the 80's was like forever ago. She always says hey mom did they have TV and toilets and things like that in the 80's and I have to tell her yes that wasn't really all that long ago.) After the concert it was off to bed and we got up the next morning and had breakfast with Keith's Aunt Shannon and cousins and then it was back on the road. The whole trip went way to fast. I am looking forward to doing it again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SvN6qj6f5DI/AAAAAAAAAJw/cBOVktrUs1c/s1600-h/Picture+625.jpg"&gt;Well&lt;/a&gt; while daddy was left in charge of the boys over night Connor came down with the stomach flu. Awesome!! It went through most of the fam before it was finished. But we are all on the mend now..Thank you lord for that. But Keith only got 3 hours of sleep while I was gone. Maybe he will get a new appreciation for what I do. That is not unusual for me lately. Connor is scared of something in his room now so he is rarely sleeping all night. He wakes up screaming everynight. Sam hasn't really been sleeping very well either. Because they have both slept so well for so long I feel like maybe something is wrong so I keep getting up with them. Connor has had the stomach flu so bad I am afraid when he gets up in the night it might be for that reason. Yuck. Oh well I am hoping by age 30 to be able to consistently sleep all night! ( Keep your fingers crossed)&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics of our girls weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SvN6qeQqYFI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1DkM03mbfTs/s1600-h/Picture+618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400795248243400786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SvN6qeQqYFI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1DkM03mbfTs/s320/Picture+618.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Maggie and Madi at the concert waiting for miley to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SvN6p4GWPWI/AAAAAAAAAJg/dXjQgZF1Qk0/s1600-h/Picture+620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400795237999590754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SvN6p4GWPWI/AAAAAAAAAJg/dXjQgZF1Qk0/s320/Picture+620.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mags wearing her Miley hat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SvN6phcUdxI/AAAAAAAAAJY/L7bEvYn-j3s/s1600-h/Picture+616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400795231917733650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SvN6phcUdxI/AAAAAAAAAJY/L7bEvYn-j3s/s320/Picture+616.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aren't they so cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SvN6paUOWOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/6sFgMnaTkCw/s1600-h/Picture+397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400795230004730082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SvN6paUOWOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/6sFgMnaTkCw/s320/Picture+397.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I had to post this. I was just thinking about wrapping some Christmas gifts and it made me think of what my kids did with my tape last year. There is never a dull moment at our house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care everyone and have a good weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-275823565417626731?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/275823565417626731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/11/girls-weekend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/275823565417626731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/275823565417626731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/11/girls-weekend.html' title='Girls Weekend!!'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SvN6qeQqYFI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1DkM03mbfTs/s72-c/Picture+618.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-6376934049600749695</id><published>2009-10-28T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T09:15:00.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sam!!</title><content type='html'>This Sunday was the big party.... We had such a good party. I think we had about 14 kids over to celebrate. Wow!! All of them Maggies age and younger. That makes for a majorly crazy and chaotic party but just as fun still. Sam didn't know what was going on but loved watching all the big kids playing!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Suhce04Jr4I/AAAAAAAAAJI/CFFiASVtbA8/s1600-h/Picture+591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397665838063529858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Suhce04Jr4I/AAAAAAAAAJI/CFFiASVtbA8/s320/Picture+591.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was Sam's John Deere cake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SuhcesQkBkI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Kj1BNd49aXU/s1600-h/Picture+597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397665835750000194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SuhcesQkBkI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Kj1BNd49aXU/s320/Picture+597.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he is thinking about taking his little cake down!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SuhceUST_SI/AAAAAAAAAI4/WaXDxSzc5Tc/s1600-h/Picture+598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397665829314886946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SuhceUST_SI/AAAAAAAAAI4/WaXDxSzc5Tc/s320/Picture+598.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting messier all the time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SuhceHQ-FHI/AAAAAAAAAIw/n01OeQXomks/s1600-h/Picture+600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397665825819595890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SuhceHQ-FHI/AAAAAAAAAIw/n01OeQXomks/s320/Picture+600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a mess!!! At this point he was trying to breathe through the icing in his nose!! Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SuhWHBoPcfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/kNa7SnSy588/s1600-h/Picture+604.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SuhWG2aq1aI/AAAAAAAAAIg/yvBbQXOa1Uw/s1600-h/Picture+601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397658829090117026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SuhWG2aq1aI/AAAAAAAAAIg/yvBbQXOa1Uw/s320/Picture+601.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At this point he went and took a bath!! What a mess!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SuhWGRAufcI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ohgBB55AaFA/s1600-h/Picture+602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397658819049192898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SuhWGRAufcI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ohgBB55AaFA/s320/Picture+602.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was one of his favorite toys!! Look at Connor trying to knock him off so he could play on it!! Good thing Sam got all these new toys that Connor has been playing with all the time. I guess it is a good thing he is little enough not to know any better!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SuhWGAEStvI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zwq1Y1BRUfo/s1600-h/Picture+603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397658814500746994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SuhWGAEStvI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zwq1Y1BRUfo/s320/Picture+603.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with his cousin Emily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SuhWFoK4ftI/AAAAAAAAAII/nUhYtrtxUzA/s1600-h/Picture+604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397658808085937874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SuhWFoK4ftI/AAAAAAAAAII/nUhYtrtxUzA/s320/Picture+604.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with Erika and Emily!!  I wonder if he is trying to figure out why there is two of them or if he even notices.  Wouldn't you love to know what they are thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways that is the highlights of our party. Sam and Keith's birthday (they are on the same day) is not actually until Thursday but we had to celebrate early b/c mag and I are going out of town this weekend. So we still have more partying to go. Tonight we are having my family and Keith's mom over to celebrate Keith's b-day b/c we are planning on taking the kids trick-or-treating tomorrow and Friday. Such a busy week.. Why does it seem like everything always happens in the same week.   Oh well at least we have something exciting to do this week.  Can't wait to post my pics of my trick or treaters later this week.  Have a good rest of the week everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-6376934049600749695?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6376934049600749695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-sam.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/6376934049600749695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/6376934049600749695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-sam.html' title='Happy Birthday Sam!!'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Suhce04Jr4I/AAAAAAAAAJI/CFFiASVtbA8/s72-c/Picture+591.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-2814708824682734760</id><published>2009-10-20T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T14:23:28.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has the time gone??</title><content type='html'>I am this week planning Sam's first birthday party.  It is this Sunday.  Connor has picked out for him to have a John Deer tractor party.  I am pretty sure he will enjoy it more than Sam so for this year we let Connor be the final decision maker.  Anyways I am just wondering where 1 year has gone.  It seems like I was hugely pregnant just yesterday.  It seems like a day ago I went to the hospital and was induced and had my quickest delivery.  From start to end it only took 3 hours before I gave birth to my 9lb 21in baby boy.  By far my biggest baby so far.  How cool is it he has the same b-day as his daddy?  Keith says his birthday is definetly over now. Haha.  Anyways it is just crazy to think this little baby in these pictures is the big boy running all over my house, getting into the toilet and trash can constantly, making his brother and sister laugh, being a show off everywhere we go, and saying all kinds of words.  I miss having a little baby but I love watching each and every stage they go through.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/St4lnmFKWfI/AAAAAAAAAIA/umijKCE9CJ0/s1600-h/Picture+214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394790765803756018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/St4lnmFKWfI/AAAAAAAAAIA/umijKCE9CJ0/s320/Picture+214.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to post this pic to show how big he was.  It looks like he take up his whole bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/St4lnDz_K7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/rAxFz03ZIy8/s1600-h/Picture+229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394790756604914610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/St4lnDz_K7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/rAxFz03ZIy8/s320/Picture+229.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maggie got to leave school at noon so she could be one of the 1st people to see her brother.  She is such a proud big sister.  When Sam got a little bigger I had to take her in to her class so she could show him off to all of her friends.  Connor was ok with the baby but wasn't all that impressed and I don't think he ever sat still long enough at the hospital for us to get a good pic of him with Sam.  Kind of sad looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/St4lmsgbGUI/AAAAAAAAAHw/AdZBKOgH2uk/s1600-h/Picture+227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394790750348843330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/St4lmsgbGUI/AAAAAAAAAHw/AdZBKOgH2uk/s320/Picture+227.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a proud Daddy and big sis!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/St4lmDq4HdI/AAAAAAAAAHo/hUK-1Hq1fB8/s1600-h/Picture+220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394790739386834386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/St4lmDq4HdI/AAAAAAAAAHo/hUK-1Hq1fB8/s320/Picture+220.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of look like I am on drugs here but cut me some slack I had a baby like 20 minutes before this was taken. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways my boys are sooo much better!!  Praise the lord.  Now if I can just get them back on the same sleep schedule we were on pre-sickness that would be great.  I am not used to having to get up with them during the night and it is wearing me out.  Yuck..  I am sure it will pass.  I had a chance to take our new wheels (our golf cart) out for a ride today and it was so nice.  I hope this nice weather last for a while.  I don't know what is going on out here but we have a lady bug infestation the whole time we were outside they were everywhere.  Yuck.  I hate a bug.  I am going to have to wait on Keith to get home to go out again so he can protect me. Haha.  Anyways wish me luck with my party.  I can't wait to see him dig in to his little cake.  I will definetly be posting some pics of that.  Hope all is well for all of you.  Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-2814708824682734760?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2814708824682734760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-has-time-gone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/2814708824682734760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/2814708824682734760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where has the time gone??'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/St4lnmFKWfI/AAAAAAAAAIA/umijKCE9CJ0/s72-c/Picture+214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-6299006902374607133</id><published>2009-10-17T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T12:22:20.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Fire!!</title><content type='html'>This lovely evening we decided to go out to my sisters and have a campfire. As you all know my boys have been sick so the campfire part of it was pretty short lived. We made it about 20 min and it was just to cold. Me and the boys ended up sitting in my sisters living room playing with all her kids toys. That to them was equally as fun.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/StpzYT1JqFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EBFfJijyEKQ/s1600-h/Picture+590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393750365206849618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/StpzYT1JqFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EBFfJijyEKQ/s320/Picture+590.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mag and my nephews Luke and Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/StpzX1j5ptI/AAAAAAAAAHY/mB0YXY7IkOk/s1600-h/Picture+584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393750357081433810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/StpzX1j5ptI/AAAAAAAAAHY/mB0YXY7IkOk/s320/Picture+584.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece and Connor taking a wagon ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/StpzXnci2sI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NmFWLDtEAWM/s1600-h/Picture+586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393750353292483266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/StpzXnci2sI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NmFWLDtEAWM/s320/Picture+586.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Connor and his grandma Karen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/StpxnyIJP8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/_0rwCWu09fM/s1600-h/Picture+578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393748432014360514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/StpxnyIJP8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/_0rwCWu09fM/s320/Picture+578.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute is that Sam.. That was actually Connors hat last winter. I always thought it was the cutest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/StpxnfNuKOI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2ee9TipL9Zk/s1600-h/Picture+583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393748426937477346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/StpxnfNuKOI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2ee9TipL9Zk/s320/Picture+583.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't she beautiful??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Stpxm2UKxKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1hc_Nmd-hO4/s1600-h/Picture+580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393748415958664354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Stpxm2UKxKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1hc_Nmd-hO4/s320/Picture+580.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy and Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/StpxmryoYTI/AAAAAAAAAGw/m3YvH5NhN7o/s1600-h/Picture+579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393748413133644082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/StpxmryoYTI/AAAAAAAAAGw/m3YvH5NhN7o/s320/Picture+579.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sammy and Daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that was our evening. I am exhausted. My shopping day last night lasted until 11 last night. We left at 9am and got to Edinburgh so easy no problems at all. Shopped there until we had been through all the stores. Then we thought we would go to Bloomington and hit up the Target to check out the toy section. We made it to Bloomington no prob-did our shopping-decided to head home. We tried to leave Bloomington for 2hours.  We ended up at IU at some dorms , the Elletsville police department, and just about everywhere except for home.  We also came pretty close to hitting a deer and running out of gas.  What a trip home (it was an adventure).  Needless to say it really felt great to get home.  If you see Lindsay's husband or mine they really don't need to know all the details.  They already think we can't be trusted to go out of town and if they heard the whole story they would probably never let us live it down. LOL!!  At least a small dent was made into my christmas shopping and we as always had a great time.  Have a good week everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/StpxmJ9JOMI/AAAAAAAAAGo/sms3ctMC5bA/s1600-h/Picture+578.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-6299006902374607133?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6299006902374607133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/10/camp-fire.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/6299006902374607133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/6299006902374607133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/10/camp-fire.html' title='Camp Fire!!'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/StpzYT1JqFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EBFfJijyEKQ/s72-c/Picture+590.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-644893266521351190</id><published>2009-10-15T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T19:14:14.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a Step Back!!</title><content type='html'>Today I am going to take a step back and look at how lucky I am!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon I had a friend over I hadn't seen in a really long time..  How do you really try to talk and catch up with 3 crazy kids running around?  Well I was just reminded that it isn't really all that easy.  Within the 2 hours she was over I probably had to say hold that thought about 30x.  Someone needs a drink..someone is hurt..someone wants a snack..sam is getting into the toilet..Mag wants me to watch her do something..Sam even had a cough attack so bad it was starting to scare me for a minute.  (My boys are getting better but are still pretty sick:()  I find myself on days like these feeling like a crazy woman.  Please tell me I am not the only one out there that feels like this.  Anyways come 7pm I lit 2 candles in remembrance of babies that had been lost.  One to a good friend of mine from high school and one of my own.  Not a full term baby but a miscarriage.  To me it was still devastating.  My story goes something like this.  I am sure you all know Mag wasn't exactly planned.  I mean who at the age of 19 plans on having a baby (when you are just starting college and engaged not married yet).  Anyways she has been of course one of the best and happiest things to ever happen to me.  When she was 2 or so we decided since we were married and had our lives in order and already in parenting mode why not now.  We tried for a year unsuccessful went to the dr and I started taking fertility drugs and 6 months or so later got pregnant.  What a relief I really thought the day would never come.  I had been disappointed for so long it was such a relief to finally think I was pregnant.  To make it even more of an exciting day my sister found out she was pregnant the same day as me.  Wow.  Well of course the happiness of my story comes to a screeching halt.  I think I was only 7 or 8 weeks when I miscarried.  Talk about devastating.  It may sound silly to you because I guess I really didn't lose a baby it was more the loss of a dream and not knowing if it would happen for me again.  We waited 6 more months and tried again.  It was miserable.  After the max amount of time on the fertility meds again we were going to try artificial insemination next.  Turns out the one month I didn't use any medication or try to get pregnant it just happened.  Then along came Mr. Connor and 9 months later (and with one ovary I had to have one removed while 7 weeks pregnant with Connor) I got pregnant with Sam. Without even trying.  (Talk about a shocker)  But I still to this day sometimes when I see my nephew Jack wonder what my baby he or she would have been like.  Sometimes I think maybe god was trying to put me in my place and show me that you can't always just have everything you want when you want it.  Everything in my life had always been so easy.  Anyways my point to this whole long saga is that I really need to be taking a step back and seeing just how lucky I am and what a great life I really have.  Sure there are crazy times but my kids have made me the person that I am now and being a mommy is who I am.  The whole situation of wanting a baby so bad and not knowing if I was going to get one and then losing one has made me really appreciate the way a mother feels with the loss of a child and my heart goes out to all those parents tonight.  I am counting my blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-644893266521351190?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/644893266521351190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/10/taking-step-back.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/644893266521351190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/644893266521351190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/10/taking-step-back.html' title='Taking a Step Back!!'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-3003949513317921884</id><published>2009-10-12T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T05:36:13.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So...  I am thinking that this weekend was not my most successful one so far.  Come Monday morning I had a really mess house and very little sleep.  This has been such a bad season for my kids already and what has it been going on for 2 weeks now.  I had to make a run to the quick care on Sunday when they opened after Connor had been up all night with 103 degree fever and a cough like nothing I had ever heard.  Turns out he has croup and bronchitis and a bad ear infection.  After only a day on his meds he is feeling so much better though.  To make it even worse Sam is getting something to so I am pretty sure it is only a matter of time until his escalates and he will have to go to the dr again as well.  It irritates me sometimes that you have to wait until your kids are completely miserable before you can take them to the doctor and they will do anything for them but I understand the fear of becoming resistant to antibiotics.  So here I wait knowing it is coming and watching his snotty nose get nastier by the day until he has a high enough fever that it merits a dr visit.  Please god do not let this be a preview of what is to come for the next couple months.  I am tired of giving the drs offices and pharmacies so much money.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am supposed to be giving Connor nebulizer treatments and that is not going well at all.  I think his Curious George doll has had more medicine than Connor has.  He is scared of everything.  I have to check in his closet for monsters and snakes every night before he goes to bed.  Heres to hoping he out grows this before to long!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides that I haven't had much time for anything else to go on.  I think I have something going on everyday this week.  I am not really used to that either.  Friday I am going to Edinburgh to the outlet malls christmas shopping with my friend Lindsay.  We have had this planned for ever and I have been looking forward to it so much I just know one of my kids is going to get sick and I am going to have to cancel.  I really need a day out so let's cross our fingers everyone is better by then.  Have a good week everyone and when I can get some pics of my kids where they aren't all crying or have something hanging from their noses I will post some new pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-3003949513317921884?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3003949513317921884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/10/so.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/3003949513317921884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/3003949513317921884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/10/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-8624196137307523503</id><published>2009-10-09T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T06:28:27.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mac-N-Cheese Friday</title><content type='html'>So I know it is supposed to be souper-friday but I only know how to make a couple soups and they have pretty much already been covered so here is one of the Lynch fam favorites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Macaroni and Cheese Bake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 c elbow macaroni&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c margarine&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c flour&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1/8 tsp pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp dry mustard&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 c milk&lt;br /&gt;Bread crumbs&lt;br /&gt;Shredded cheddar cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook mac and drain.  Melt butter add flour (slowly), mustard, salt, and pepper and mix till smooth .  Gradually add milk and bring to a boil then reduce heat and simmer for 1 minute.  Stir in 1 1/2 c shredded cheese into mixture.  Add mac and pour in 2 qt dish.  Sprinkle top with bread crumbs and cheese.  Bake for 15-20min @350.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so easy and a kid pleaser.  My kids love mac n cheese and I got tired of the kraft box.  This is soo much better.  Have a good weekend everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-8624196137307523503?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8624196137307523503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/10/mac-n-cheese-friday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/8624196137307523503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/8624196137307523503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/10/mac-n-cheese-friday.html' title='Mac-N-Cheese Friday'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-6272336315214242569</id><published>2009-10-08T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:06:22.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our crazy life!!</title><content type='html'>So...  We have had a crazy week this week.  Nothing terribly exciting or monumental but just the usual craziness.  This weather has really done a number on my kids.  None of them are terribly sick but all of them just feeling under the weather.  I took all 3 of them to the dr. on Monday (which is a serious chore) and they all just have nasty drainage which in turn has given them all a sore throat.  How fun is it when all your kids are cranky at one time...  That is the joy of multiple children it seems like when one gets it it goes through them all.  They seem to be feeling better and acting like themselves more all the time. &lt;br /&gt;Some reallly good new is that Keiths grandma (Let me give you a little background..  She was having a really bad week acting terribly confused and having trouble walking for about a week. So Keith and I took her to the hospital and they said she had had a small stroke and has been on the 4th floor for rehab) is back to her old self again and should be coming home next friday. Yeah!!  I have been so lonely without her.  She has been such a good friend and companion to me and we kill alot of time together while Keith is working.  I hope her transition getting back home will go smoothly even though she is better she is 90 and is going to start requiring more care than I can give her so I am looking into finding her some help for when she comes home.  So many things to think about and decide.  I don't mind the busy work at all though just ready to have things back to the way things were before.  It has been a real wake up call to us though that something could happen to her anyday and we are trying to prepare Mags that grandma won't be around forever and that we should savor every minute with her like it is our last but how do you really get that through to a 7 year old who has really never experienced anything like this.  It is a terrible thought but it is life.  ( I dont really care for this part of life :( Who does?)&lt;br /&gt;My crazy husbands car looks like he drove it in the demo now bc he drove it to the gas station to get me a drink the other day (trying to do something nice and thoughtful bc I love a fountain drink) and some lady hit his car when he was backing out.  Oh my.  Now his drivers door doesn't open right and the back door has a big dent in it.  If you guys know my husband he is a nervous nelly.  I am afraid he is going to stroke out by the age of 30.  Any extra event like that for him is to much. LOL!!  So the lady is fixing it but I am sure he will be out of a car for a while.  He is gonna have to drive the family wagon to the coal mine for a while.  I bet the guys he works with are gonna love that. &lt;br /&gt;Other than that things have been fairly mellow around here.  Just picking up toys and chasing Sam who has went from walking to running this week.  I am starting to plan Sams first birthday party.  He is a big eater and I can't wait to see him dig in to his cake.  Their first birthdays are always so fun.  Connors obsession has changed from Wiggles to Curious George.  He even has a George he sleeps with every night (which is incredibly cute except for when George is missing and then he can't sleep).  Mags is just getting so grown up and my little buddy.  I couldn't make it without her.  Shs is such a great help with the boys and a good side kick.  She is my partner in crime.  She is all pumped to go and see Miley Cyrus on Oct 31 in Louisville.  We are going with her best friend Madi and her mom and have had this planned for ever.  She has been asking how much longer till October 31st for an eternity now.  Anyways that is a little catch up on us.  Hope you are all doing well.  Here are a few pics of my crazy kids.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Ss6TBL2J4SI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HvDbTf4SKks/s1600-h/Picture+570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390407452578144546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Ss6TBL2J4SI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HvDbTf4SKks/s320/Picture+570.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Connor played till he could play no more and then fell asleep in my bed watching George.  It was monumental to us bc I don't think he has ever taken a nap anyhwere but in his bed.  He is a boy who needs his bed to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Ss6TAg4IdMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_trjGM4e678/s1600-h/Picture+568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390407441043715266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Ss6TAg4IdMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_trjGM4e678/s320/Picture+568.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this was the one moment sam stood still that day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Ss6TABYlUJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/aqNU2vYcOE0/s1600-h/Picture+567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390407432589889682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Ss6TABYlUJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/aqNU2vYcOE0/s320/Picture+567.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My boys are getting musical!!  Its all fun until one of them is trying to sleep and the other one is pounding on the piano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Ss6S_sEnF3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/jGlb6FklVIo/s1600-h/Picture+573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390407426868975474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Ss6S_sEnF3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/jGlb6FklVIo/s320/Picture+573.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she just getting so big!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-6272336315214242569?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6272336315214242569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-crazy-life.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/6272336315214242569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/6272336315214242569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-crazy-life.html' title='Our crazy life!!'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Ss6TBL2J4SI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HvDbTf4SKks/s72-c/Picture+570.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-8639368053050273747</id><published>2009-10-01T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T18:28:38.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SsVLSY8SBRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/WeG4bXQ45hE/s1600-h/Picture+566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387795308523685138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SsVLSY8SBRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/WeG4bXQ45hE/s320/Picture+566.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok... These are my masterpiece sticky pumpkin buns.  I just wanted to tell everyone I did it.  I am so proud of myself right now.  I keep telling Keith to just call me Betty Crocker.  Jennifer thank you for the recipe.  It has gotten the thumbs up from the fam.  You definetly deserve the mom of the year award.  What a woman.  You potty trained all your kids by 2 and you bake things like this (and you called this easy.  Uhh....  I am definetly at beginner level here and this was way more involved than anything I had ever made).  We are also going to have to talk about my presentation. LOL!!  How did you make yours look so good in your pic?  Anyways I have busted out my apron and keep the recipes coming bc I am ready to bake.  I promise to not post a pic of every recipe I get from you guys but this one I had to share.  I was so excited I made my neighbor (thank you Shelley) come over and get some to try!!  Anyways enough about that!!  Another exciting thing is that I am loving this cool weather.  It is my favorite time of year.  Iam busting out my hoodie collection (which most of them I have had a decade and are looking pretty ratty and very replaceable) and loving it!!  My kids seem to be in a funk this week.  Cranky kids= Cranky momma.  No fun.  I think Sam is getting some more teeth and I haven't exactly pin-pointed the issue with Connor but something is going on.  Hoping they both start feeling better really soon.  Anyways everyone have a good one and thanks again Jennifer for the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-8639368053050273747?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8639368053050273747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-did-it.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/8639368053050273747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/8639368053050273747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-did-it.html' title='I did it!!'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SsVLSY8SBRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/WeG4bXQ45hE/s72-c/Picture+566.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-4484020690079004644</id><published>2009-09-30T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:43:43.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright Light!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SsQCVurQ67I/AAAAAAAAAF4/g7oIGw9mWiY/s1600-h/Picture+564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387433626571959218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SsQCVurQ67I/AAAAAAAAAF4/g7oIGw9mWiY/s320/Picture+564.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SsQCVELtykI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Pg3gsgncapc/s1600-h/Picture+563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387433615165344322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SsQCVELtykI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Pg3gsgncapc/s320/Picture+563.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SsQCUpnvyTI/AAAAAAAAAFo/wjU5ghcXZWQ/s1600-h/Picture+562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387433608035158322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SsQCUpnvyTI/AAAAAAAAAFo/wjU5ghcXZWQ/s320/Picture+562.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           So these are not exactly the most flattering images of my baby but nonetheless pretty hilarious.  I don't think he had ever experienced the flash of the camera.  As you can tell it was a little bright for his eyes.  How funny.  I took his picture about 10 times and they all turned out like this.  How do you guys all take such perfect pictures of your kids and mine all turn out like this?  I guess that will be one of lifes major mysteries for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                         This weekend we had the Davis fam over for a little Saturday night entertainment.  I have to say Koen is starting to fit in with the Lynch boys pretty well.  He is all boy just like my boys.  He loved all the kids toys especially the ball pit.  (Note to all of you before getting your own and I forgot to tell you this Jessie it is an excellent toy and my kids love it but be ready to pick up balls constantly if you get one.  My kids went through a phase where they would just stand at the top of the stairs and throw all the balls down the stairs.  Not that fun for mommy sometimes.  Whatever kids will be kids.  I am looking to have a not toy covered house sometime in the next decade. Until then please call before you stop by so I can do the 10 min tidy!!LOL!)  Anyways the boys played and a good time was had by all.  Here are a couple pics of our babies in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SsQAlTqevaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/xw3Qx-FVO2I/s1600-h/Picture+556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387431695175564706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SsQAlTqevaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/xw3Qx-FVO2I/s320/Picture+556.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     Koen and Sam playing in the ball pit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SsP_ui70qnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_a0g80zipPY/s1600-h/Picture+552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387430754382031474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SsP_ui70qnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_a0g80zipPY/s320/Picture+552.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  Looks like they are scheming up a big plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                     We are going to be in big trouble the older they get!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So things are putting along here!!  Nothing too exciting.  I can't believe October is here already.  It is a sad month for me.  My baby is turning 1 this month.  I guess it is happy but sad at the same time.  I don't know where a year has gone.  In the last couple of weeks I have packed up my baby bottles and Sam is walking.  That is hard on a momma!!  He is saying alot of different words now and can now say dog and bark.  Every animal we see he barks at now.  He is so funny and such a good baby.   Thank goodness for that. Maggie and Connor are both doing well too.  Have a good rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-4484020690079004644?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4484020690079004644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/09/bright-light.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/4484020690079004644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/4484020690079004644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/09/bright-light.html' title='Bright Light!!'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SsQCVurQ67I/AAAAAAAAAF4/g7oIGw9mWiY/s72-c/Picture+564.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-4172209093895833373</id><published>2009-09-25T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T07:13:49.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Things about me!!</title><content type='html'>Ok.. so Jennifer I read your list of 100 things about you today and enjoyed it so much I am thinking up my own. Here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have no life really besides my kids. ( I really don't mind that either. Well most days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My husband says that I am the only person in his life that can really make him mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I DVR like 20 shows a week. (Keith hates everytime he sits down to watch TV I have something recording.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I do not know how to swim. Doggy paddle is my most sophisticated way to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Somedays I feel like an unfit mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have a special place in my heart for the elderly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I have 1 best friend in my life I could not live without..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I have a little OCD when it comes to certain things in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I absolutely love the first snow of the year it is so exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I am not good with animals. I am scared to death of most dogs. Especially the little yappy ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I am still kind of needy to my mother at the age of 27 we talk 5 times a day usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I don't think I could take my kids to daycare bc noone can take care of them as well as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I have only met one person in my life as weird as I am. ( See #7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I am a little scared at night when I am by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I am totally scared of these tiny toads that hop in my yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. There was a mouse in the upstairs of my house when we moved in and I didn't go upstairs unless totally necessary for a couple months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I thought breastfeeding was one of the coolest things I ever did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. The minutes that my babies were born were the coolest moments of my life. (I want to have 50 kids to just keep having that experience over and over!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I hate putting away the laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I have been robbed at gun point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I am totally scared to go in gas stations late at night. (bc of #20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I nearly died when I was pregnant with Connor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I like romance novels that Keiths grandma passes down to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I am looking for a church to get involved with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I have issues with our John Deere Lawn Mower. (Like perhaps backing it out of the shed )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. I try to not sweat the small stuff and yet I alway still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I am a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. My husband is not. (That can be an issue.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. I want to like tomatoes and just can't .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. I often wonder if everyone thinks my kids are as cute as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Can't run backwards without falling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. I wish I could wear flip-flops year round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have a tattoo on the top of my right foot. (Chinese symbol for family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Hate when adults wear clothing that has winnie the pooh or other cartoon characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. I am very upset when my husband tells me that the reality show i am watching is scripted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Can not dance to save my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Would love to shower one day without at least one kid in the bathroom with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Have to remind my husband at least once a week to quit worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Always nervous in public as to what my kids are going to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Had a 93 pontiac sunbird as my first car. When I took it to the carwash it would get water in the engine and sound like a helicopter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. A horse once stood on the top of my foot and one of my toes has been a little curved since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. I graduated college with a 4.0-worked for 2 years as an x-ray tech and decided my kids needed me more than my job did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. I love a thunderstorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. I could never be a school teacher. I don't know how they do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. On Christmas Morning I wake up early (like at 4 am )and if my kids aren't up I try to make noise to wake them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. I think some of the shows on Disney Channel (like Hannah Montanna) are getting to be to grown up for my 7 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. I really enjoy dollar general and big lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. My kids pediatrician and I are on a first name basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. I think if you haven't used it for 6 months it should be trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Hope to do alot of traveling with my hubby when my kids are all grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Never left my kids for even 2 nights in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52.  Wonder why my kids poop doesn't smell nearly as bad as other peoples kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53.  I think putting my kids to bed and not getting up with them everytime they cried was the best thing I ever did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54.  Love Shawn and Gus on Psych.  Makes me laugh like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55.  Think Seinfeld is so annoying.  ( I think I may be the only person who feels this way!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56.  I feel like if my kids aren't bleeding they need to shake it off and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57.  Buy generic brand of everything possible and get mad at Keith if he buys the brand name. (He says he can't help it if he likes the finer things in life like Kraft cheese and Country Crock butter. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58.  I like Barack Obama.  ( Not for any political reasons he just seems like a nice guy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59.  Do not care to swim in any water I can't see what I am swimming with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60.  Hate to water my flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61.  Never owned a pair of high heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62.  I tried an assortment of sports and realized I am not athletic at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63.  I feel so angry when I am at Wal-Mart and hear people yell at their kids and tell them to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64.  Still don't know after 1 year what light switch turns on what light in our new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65.  Think my dad is so cute and want to hug him all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66.  I think you should treat people the way that you would like to be treated and am trying to teach that to my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67.  I am so irritated that I have bought 10 pacifiers since my baby was born but can never find one when I need one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68.  Love wearing hooded sweatshirts.  Look forward to cool weather all summer so I can bust them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69.  I hate going to the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70.  I lived in Terre Haute for 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71.  Feel personally afflicted by the Jon and Kate saga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72.  Drink Diet Coke all day long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73.  Hate to talk in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74.  Feel deeply disturbed when my kids pee and fart in their bathwater and then drink some out of the rinse cup.  (Yet I usually still laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75.  Only drove to Indy one time and was scared to death the whole time.  Evansville is the farthest I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76.  I often think of what my 4th child would be like until my husband reminds me that I can keep on dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77.  I always wanted to have all girls.  Now I can hardly remember what it was like to have a baby girl and I have found it really doesn't matter when they are yours they are the cutest best thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78.  I watch the ground when I walk in my yard bc I am sure there is going to be a snake down there one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79.  Feel guilty because I don't work when I but Keith a birthday gift with the money he just made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80.  I think it is insanely cute that my son wants to "sleep with his boobies out like his daddy" (he wants to sleep with no shirt on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81.  Sometimes laugh at inappropriate times and things.  (OK alot of the time )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82.  When I see my friends without kids I am a little embarassed of my mini-van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83.  Feel like sometimes I can't relate to my friends who don't have kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84.  Often need to take a step back and look at all the good things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85.  Never really realized the value of a dollar until my husband was laid off of his job for 6 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86.  I know I should take Sams pacifier away from him but I can't because it is the only thing that makes him seem like a little baby still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87.  Scared of bees and bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88.  Couldn't survive without my in-laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89.  Wanted to adopt a asian baby girl since I was a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90.  I love playing the piano but haven't had time to do that in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91.  I would like to drink coffee every morning but can't because my kids love it too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92.  When I am really proud of a meal I cook my husband sometimes makes comments like that was good but how does my grandma make it. (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93.  My house normally looks like a toy bomb went off in it but it is clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94.  I once tried to drive a moped and made it out of the driveway and straight into the ditch across the driveway. ( I have a similar 4 wheeler story.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95.  When I got married I got married for life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96.  I am looking for a high school girl to babysit for me so maybe I could go on a date with my husband someday.  (any suggestions?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97.  I feel like the longer that I have been out of school the dumber I have got.  I sometimes have to really think to help mag with her second grade homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98.  I am just really getting the hang of this computer thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99.  I have a TV in my kitchen so I can watch Ellen everyday while I cook supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100.  I feel like I am the luckiest peson in the world and so blessed in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  That has taken me a couple days to come up with all this stuff.  But I really enjoyed doing it.  So I am going to follow Jen's lead and say hear is a hundred things about me and I can't wait to hear a hundred about you.  Have a good weekend everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-4172209093895833373?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4172209093895833373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/09/100-things-about-me.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/4172209093895833373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/4172209093895833373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/09/100-things-about-me.html' title='100 Things about me!!'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-6648049866620992699</id><published>2009-09-22T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T13:31:44.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Weekend!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Srkvtw6QBVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/n5k26Oa8opk/s1600-h/Picture+549.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SrkvtOFEpcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/gSqqQdzHbXw/s1600-h/Picture+545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384387283418129858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SrkvtOFEpcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/gSqqQdzHbXw/s320/Picture+545.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  All the grandkids at grandma and grandpas house pre-carshow.  Notice my son is the one in the middle who looks like Elton John! LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Srkvsu21RyI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YicseF_V374/s1600-h/Picture+549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384387275036903202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Srkvsu21RyI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YicseF_V374/s320/Picture+549.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                      My kids pre car show.  It is almost impossible to get them to all look at the same time.  We go with the best out of the 20 I shoot as quickly as possible.  This was the winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SrjXonu4v8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/FwxzZLQnDEY/s1600-h/Picture+540.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SrjXn46xLiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QlboRT8Yvyo/s1600-h/Picture+537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384290434815176226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SrjXn46xLiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QlboRT8Yvyo/s320/Picture+537.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my little co-pilot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SrjXnV7-cEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/sg_y6LdkoGg/s1600-h/Picture+543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384290425424998466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SrjXnV7-cEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/sg_y6LdkoGg/s320/Picture+543.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big city!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SrjXm_qg_tI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IgbalwpVWa8/s1600-h/Picture+540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384290419446185682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SrjXm_qg_tI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IgbalwpVWa8/s320/Picture+540.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your eyes on the sky Mag!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend we went down to the airport for the open house. The kids were so excited to see all the airplanes up close. We drive to the airport virtually every day to try to see one. We have occasionally seen one taking off but it was really cool to be able to look inside of a few of them. Keith took Mag and Connor on a plane ride. I was afraid Connor would be scared but that was not the case. He has been talking about it since then. He loved it. (Obviously Sam was to little to go so I stayed back with him. Keith was in charge of the camera in the plane and didn't take any pics of Connor. Definetly can't trust a man to be in charge of the camera.) Anyways a good time was had by all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That evening we watched the car show down at my parents. It is always a fun time. I thought that Connor would love the cars but all he really cared about was the candy.  It was about to give me a heart attack thinking the kids were going to go after some candy and run in the road.  We really enjoyed it though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything is going ok here so far this week.  Sam is walking all over the place now.  He is a maniac.  Climbing on the coffee table and couch and if you aren't looking when he is ready to get down he just bails.  We have got to work on getting off of things.  I took Keiths grandma to the doctor yesterday and got some good news.  She has an infection which is treatable with an antibiotic that could have been causing alot of her confusion.  So hopefully in a few days she will be feeling and acting alot better. (Keep your fingers crossed that this works!)  Anyways that is what has been going on here.  Have a good one everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-6648049866620992699?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6648049866620992699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-weekend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/6648049866620992699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/6648049866620992699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-weekend.html' title='What a Weekend!!'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SrkvtOFEpcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/gSqqQdzHbXw/s72-c/Picture+545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-6890498814807263109</id><published>2009-09-18T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T12:02:34.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying the outdoors!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally my favorite time of year is here!!!  I love the fall.  The weather has just been awesome lately and since Keith has been working second shift the I have been taking the kids out to play every night as much as I can.  (I want them to be worn out as much as possible by bedtime.)  We are borrowing Keiths moms mule at the moment and holding it hostage for a while.  It has been so fun to take the kids for a ride down to the airport and look at the airplanes.  We have even lucked out and gone down to the airport just in time to see a plane take off a couple of times.  Connor is becoming obsessed with airplanes now too.  Playing outside with the boys can be exhausting.  Sam isn't a full time walker yet and wants to get down and crawl in the yard and goes straight for the rocks in the driveway.  He thinks they are pretty tasty which is a bit of a problem.  Anyways I went and bought some mums today.  I love to put them out each year.  Now if I could ever just find the time to water all of them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today is Keiths last day on 2nd shift for 2 weeks now he will be on days and then he will go back to the second shift.  It hasn't been to bad of an adjustment and it has been nice to have him home in the day time.  Today we went down to see the animals there by Jay-C.  It kind of made me nervous that there was a huge tiger in a cage about 5 feet from my babies but we made it out without being eaten. LOL&gt; The kids loved it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am really looking forward to the car show tommorrow.  My sisters husband is a car clubber and we alway get the kids car club T-shirts and they always look so cute dressed in their shirts alike.  We are having our friends from Terre Haute in for the day and really looking forward to that as well.  They are also having an open house at the airport so we are taking the kids down there.  Connor will love to get to see a plane up close.  What a lot to look forward to.  How come everything has to happen in one weekend.  Now we won't have anything to do for the next month after this. LOL!  Anyways that is my story and I am sticking to it.  Have a good weekend everyone!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SrPUitCy_XI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OTPQp0y17DQ/s1600-h/Picture+497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382879672309841266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SrPUitCy_XI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OTPQp0y17DQ/s320/Picture+497.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SrPUiL_VVmI/AAAAAAAAADI/p_g17H2aksE/s1600-h/Picture+448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382879663436944994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SrPUiL_VVmI/AAAAAAAAADI/p_g17H2aksE/s320/Picture+448.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SrPUhm0pMSI/AAAAAAAAADA/4tcGswY8EEw/s1600-h/Picture+482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382879653459996962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SrPUhm0pMSI/AAAAAAAAADA/4tcGswY8EEw/s320/Picture+482.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SrPUhA7szDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/QDbeRCFj_I8/s1600-h/Picture+382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382879643289046066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SrPUhA7szDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/QDbeRCFj_I8/s320/Picture+382.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SrPUgdkxk5I/AAAAAAAAACw/rxhauFrQ5sY/s1600-h/Picture+381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382879633797649298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SrPUgdkxk5I/AAAAAAAAACw/rxhauFrQ5sY/s320/Picture+381.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-6890498814807263109?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6890498814807263109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/09/enjoying-outdoors.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/6890498814807263109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/6890498814807263109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/09/enjoying-outdoors.html' title='Enjoying the outdoors!!'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/SrPUitCy_XI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OTPQp0y17DQ/s72-c/Picture+497.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-7590558179806968451</id><published>2009-09-15T18:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T18:30:14.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serious Decisions Ahead</title><content type='html'>Well...&lt;br /&gt;Keith and I are the caretakers for his 5months shy of 90 year old grandma and 87 year old grandpa.  They had 2 children of their own.  They had a daughter named Connie who died when she was 16 of leukemia and Keith's dad who died in a tragic out of nowhere accident at the age of 48.  (what a rough life. You should never out live both of your children.)  Anyways that leaves Keith and I to care for them.  To this point they have never really required a whole lot of care and have been kind of more like second parents to us rather than grandparents.  I always joke and say some day we are going to have to find some friends our own age but to tell you the truth we have always just really enjoyed their company.  Grandma has several major health issues congestive heart failure, failing kidneys, and several other smaller issues but they until a couple months ago have been more active than what me and Keith even are.  They would just decide to go to Evansville on a whim and do some shopping it is just amazing.  You would never have guessed their real ages.  Well something has changed and it seems to be getting worse all of the sudden.  This week alone grandma has fallen down 3 times.  She went to bed for a couple hours the other night and woke up in the middle of the night and thought it was morning and started making breakfast for grandpa ( I told her she was just like Dennys serving breakfast all night long- made her chuckle).  These are things that are just so unlike her.  Anyways it is so frightening.  She is just looking so frail and weak and acting so confused at times.  Grandpa is got some Alzheimers.  Not terribly severe but enough to make you nervous about him driving around by himself.  So I am beginning to wonder what the right thing to do with them is.  They are proud people and don't really think they need help.  Before long I am thinking I am going to have to find them someone to come in and help them though.  Ugh.  It is just worrying me to death.  I hope we can make all these big decisions in a way that will appease them.  Please keep our family in your prayers as we go through these next few months.  Maybe she will bounce back from this episode but her health just seems to be declining.&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note...&lt;br /&gt;My children are all still crazy.  Sam is doing more and more walking every day.  He isn't a full time walker yet but he is getting closer everyday.  He has had only 1 bottle in 3 days so I guess we are about done with that.  I am so tired of washing bottles and buying formula but I am not ready for him to be a big boy yet.  (I am not in a hurry for him to get off the bottle but he does not like it anymore.  He wants a big boy cup like Connor uses)&lt;br /&gt;Connor didn't embarass me today (but I am pretty sure that is just because I didn't take him in public LOL) That makes for a good day for him and he has his own vaccum now so he is in heaven.  Since he has ruined our old one we just decided it could be his own personal one.  We are changing out the knob on our coat closet when we get a new one so he can't ruin it !!!&lt;br /&gt;My Maggie girl is the sweetest thing you have ever seen..  Literally she is the most caring and compassionate kid ever.  She told Keiths grandma tonight with tears in her eyes grandma please try not to fall down anymore you are really scaring me.  She just melts my heart how much love she has to give. (Although she says Connor just drives her crazy!! LOL!!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways this blogging is like free therapy (LOL)why did I not start this sooner.  It is a great outlet.  That is my story for the day.  Take care.&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-7590558179806968451?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/7590558179806968451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/09/serious-decisions-ahead.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/7590558179806968451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/7590558179806968451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/09/serious-decisions-ahead.html' title='Serious Decisions Ahead'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-6916974393553935447</id><published>2009-09-14T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T16:51:19.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the market for a new vacuum!!</title><content type='html'>So my day today has been insane...&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with explaining that connor my middle man has a vacuum obsession.  Well first things first when he wakes up he wants to sweep and weed eat (he thinks the hose attachment is a weed eater lol).  Anyways I got out the vacuum and he wanted me to sweep and it needed it so I turn on the vacuum and a terrible noise is coming out of the sweeper along with some smoke.  Lovely!!  When Keith took it apart their was 3 dollars worth of change he had put into the sweeper.  He found a hole in the back of it and apparently thought it was a slot machine.  Needless to say the motor is smoked and we are in the market for a new vacuum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to drop in to Keith's moms work and say hi because we were next door and don't ever stop by..  We thought it might be nice for her to get to show off the kids.  Well my usually bashful boy not so bashful today.  He was showing off like crazy which would have been cute but what he was saying at the top of his lungs was my weiner and pointing to the appropriate area.  How embarassing.  Then dancing and saying shaking the booty.  When everyone was done laughing we ducked out the back door.  Doubt we get invited back there anytime soon.  It was good for a laugh.  Where do these kids here this stuff anyways? LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that fiasco thought I would do a little baking.  Bad idea.  Large projects 2 little boys never a great idea.  Broke my favorite bowl at supper time spilt the green beans all over the floor and sams baby food in the carpet.  It has just been one of those days when you just feel off.  Like you are doomed for destruction.  LOL!! Sorry about my previous post I was trying to type and sam hit the computer and posted for me.  Take care everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-6916974393553935447?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6916974393553935447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-market-for-new-vacuum.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/6916974393553935447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/6916974393553935447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-market-for-new-vacuum.html' title='In the market for a new vacuum!!'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-4583594268032911339</id><published>2009-09-13T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T19:21:40.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sundays (not exactly a day of rest)'/><title type='text'>Sundays (not exactly a day of rest)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So today has been an eventful day for us!! Sam had his first horseback ride which he loved. Connor and Maggie of course had to have their turns as well. I am not an animal lover by any means and this whole thing really makes me nervous but grandpa has been doing this his whole life and has it under control. He is really hoping to make a cowboy out of at least one of the kids. As long as it doesn't require me shoveling poop and they are safe I can deal with it. I guess time will tell!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Sq2ksKyso_I/AAAAAAAAACg/jjAiWuILxgg/s1600-h/PIC_0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381138208495805426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Sq2ksKyso_I/AAAAAAAAACg/jjAiWuILxgg/s320/PIC_0224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Sq2kr0Nvo7I/AAAAAAAAACY/swmHw8lfEhM/s1600-h/PIC_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381138202435232690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Sq2kr0Nvo7I/AAAAAAAAACY/swmHw8lfEhM/s320/PIC_0223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Sq2krfwgaEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LhzQFqHK05E/s1600-h/PIC_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381138196943890498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Sq2krfwgaEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LhzQFqHK05E/s320/PIC_0216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Sq2iw5MuooI/AAAAAAAAACI/95Ro-SeOAcM/s1600-h/PIC_0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381136090649240194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Sq2iw5MuooI/AAAAAAAAACI/95Ro-SeOAcM/s320/PIC_0220.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;,&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Sq2iwg4AqSI/AAAAAAAAACA/75pUDaLvnwo/s1600-h/PIC_0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381136084119890210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Sq2iwg4AqSI/AAAAAAAAACA/75pUDaLvnwo/s320/PIC_0207.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Sq2iwH-LDmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OjjYbm7Qv38/s1600-h/PIC_0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381136077434850914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Sq2iwH-LDmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OjjYbm7Qv38/s320/PIC_0205.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam can now climb into the bath tub by himself and is in it anytime he gets the chance!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Sq2iv9Wv8AI/AAAAAAAAABw/IuRSMpvF6Ac/s1600-h/PIC_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381136074585141250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Sq2iv9Wv8AI/AAAAAAAAABw/IuRSMpvF6Ac/s320/PIC_0201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a little morning goofing around up in Maggies room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Sq2iviyLypI/AAAAAAAAABo/fDjM4_KarEk/s1600-h/PIC_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381136067452455570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Sq2iviyLypI/AAAAAAAAABo/fDjM4_KarEk/s320/PIC_0198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways this is what has been going on here. What a day!! Have a good Monday everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lindsay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-4583594268032911339?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4583594268032911339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/09/sundays-not-exactly-day-of-rest.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/4583594268032911339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/4583594268032911339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/09/sundays-not-exactly-day-of-rest.html' title='Sundays (not exactly a day of rest)'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/Sq2ksKyso_I/AAAAAAAAACg/jjAiWuILxgg/s72-c/PIC_0224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674090343091021711.post-6198426171855114614</id><published>2009-09-12T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T10:31:31.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to be technological</title><content type='html'>Well....  I decided since I have been being nosy and looking at everyone elses blogs for so long it was time to start my own.  It has taken me 2 days now to get to this point.  I am still proud of myself for making it this far.  I have never been really great with a computer and my husband shakes his head at me everytime I have to ask him 20 questions about every simple thing I am doing.  Anyways I will master this.&lt;br /&gt;Life is treating us pretty well at this point in time.  My husband got laid off of his job this summer and it took about 6 weeks for him to get  a new one but he is gainfully employed now. That is a blessing.  You really realize all the things that you take for granted in a situation like that.  The kids are all just growing like weeds.  Maggie is 7 now with legs that look like they are 10 feet long.  I know she has to grow up but sometimes I really wish I could just freeze time right where it is.  Connor is 2 and 1/2 and is going through a wiggles obsession right now.  We really don't know why we pay for satellite to watch wiggles all the time.  But to hear him sing a wiggles song is the cutest thing ever.  Sam is 10 mths old.  He is taking 4 or 5 steps at a time now.  It makes me so sad to think that he is getting so big.  Keith says that this has to be our last baby so I was kind of hoping that he would stay a baby for a little longer.  I don't really know that I myself want anymore babies but I just think it is so sad to think that this era in our life will be coming to an end.  We are excited at the prospect though of maybe having a little bit of a life someday when the kids get bigger.  We probably won't even know what to do by then because this is all we have known for so long.  Anyways it is a crazy life but I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways everyone have a good weekend.  I am still working to add more pics and get my blog a little more exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674090343091021711-6198426171855114614?l=lynchmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6198426171855114614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/09/trying-to-be-technological.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/6198426171855114614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674090343091021711/posts/default/6198426171855114614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynchmadness.blogspot.com/2009/09/trying-to-be-technological.html' title='Trying to be technological'/><author><name>Lindsay Lynch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13725421422298218657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z_RoUoR89c/S2BCVDssPPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CQsmkMWD6Uo/S220/IMG_9564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
