Back in October...

Halloween is something we all look forward to around here. There was a lot of other stuff going on around that time, though, so it wasn't celebrated with quite as much oomph as usual. We got the basics down, though.


Jack was designed by each family member submitting their ideas and then a vote being taken to determine each facial aspect. My eye brow design was chosen...I'm not sure what happened in the carving process...they must have gotten tired. The eyes were Kelsie's idea. The nose came from Dal's design and Ty was the mastermind behind the mouth.

I asked the kids what they wanted to be this year. (I even remember to ask way early because Kelsie had a storytime Halloween party at the beginning of October she was supposed to dress up for.) Kelsie said she wanted to be a ballerina and Ty wanted to be a Lego Knight. I love my kids. These were both things we already had in the dress up box. We added some sparkles to Kelsie and fixed Ty's shield and we were all set. Nothing could have been easier!

It was a good thing their costumes took no effort whatsoever because I stressed over ours for quite a while. I was determined that Dal and I were going to dress up this year because we always feel lame on the years we don't. The trouble is that I am a firm believer that spending a bunch of money on a Halloween costume is pretty much the biggest waste ever. This makes coming up with costumes much harder. Through much debate, discussion, many sleepless nights, and tears, this is what we went with. (OK...Dal knew what he was wearing from the beginning... I just added the hat at the last minute to make it look like Dumb and Dumber) I changed my mind about 10 times but waited until 2 days before to look online for pregnancy Halloween costume ideas. Duh! There were tons of ideas. This was the easiest so we went with it. In case you are confused...I'm a cat...a cat who ate the fish...Really? You don't think it's cute? Oh well. I liked it and it took like an hour to put together.

We had a great time, as usual, at the ward dinner and trunk-or-treat. You won't believe it but somehow I managed to win the chili cook off this year. Yep...first place. Apparently my recipe has improved enough to jump from third to first place over the last year. Is that bragging to tell you that? Probably. Mostly I think it is funny. Hey...whatever they want to do is fine with me. If they want to give me a prize, I won't turn them down.

Since Sunday was the actual holiday, we spent the night at home, handing out candy. We had some friends over for our annual spooky dinner. Sorry...no pictures this year. It wasn't quite what it was last year, but it was yummy and we had a good time. Hope you all had a great Halloween too. (Yes...I know it is now after Thanksgiving!)

What's next...College?!

My baby had another birthday and it's really stressing me out (big shocker, huh?) He is 7-years-old now. Maybe you didn't hear me...SEVEN! I like to tease him and say that he is grounded if he grows any more. He used to play along and think I was funny. The other day, he said to me, "Mom, you're being really annoying when you say that." Nice, huh?!

I tell him that pretty soon he will be driving, going to college, getting married, having kids of his own and buying me a new house. He still thinks that is pretty funny, but doesn't buy it. Then I say, "Pretty soon you'll be going on a mission." He nods and says, "Yeah...pretty soon." I love it!

Anyway, here are a few pics from the big day...


I woke him up with the camera! What a happy 7-year-old! Since it was Tuesday, I was already volunteering in his classroom, so we took some sprinkled chocolate covered doughnuts along to share with all his classmates. Yummy!

He wanted a dinosaur cake. Yes...dinosaur...not rhinoceros! This is what happens when I attempt the cake on my own, without Becky's help. The goal was to not make it look babyish...apparently spots would have been babyish so that was nixed! Yellow and blue were approved, non-babyish colors.

Dallan finally got his way and we didn't have a party this year. We went out to dinner at the restaurant of his choice, McDonalds. (I think that McDonalds will be outlawed for future birthdays. I almost couldn't finish my dinner...yuck!) Then, Ty got to have his best friend, Blake, over for cake and ice cream. It was a school night so festivities were kept on the short side.

Now stop laughing at my cake 'cause it gets worse with Kelsie's birthday, two weeks later. Much, much worse! He liked it and that was all that matters.

Her Own Sense of Style

I know...I know...it has been a long time since I have posted anything. There has been a lot going on around here, but instead of getting to the important stuff, I thought I would start out my blogging spree with something just funny. Kelsie has her own sense of style. She has very strong opinions about what is cute and what she will and will not wear. My sister, Stan, suggested I start taking pictures of the outfits she puts together. I haven't been great about it, but every once in a while I remember to break out the camera to document her crazy looks. Here are just a couple of them for you to enjoy and appreciate...


Hair accesorizing is her forte! The more the prettier!

These boots go with everything...no really...EVERYTHING!

She had a tight stage going on for a while. Her black tights were her favorite. But to stick to her true self, the flip flops had to be included as well!

Did you hear the news?!

I know that if you have talked to Dallan lately, this comes as no surprise, but I thought I would make a real announcement for those who have not had the good fortune of chatting with my husband as of late.

I am now 12 weeks along and it has been a REALLY long 12 weeks for all of us. The end of the misery is in sight (hopefully) with the coming of the second trimester, though, and we are looking forward to the next few months.

I had my first ultra sound today and found that this baby is no more cooperative than the last (shocker, huh?). The technician couldn't get a good picture for us to take home, but was able to get all the measurements he needed and baby looks good. I did get to see the top of the head, bottom of the feet and a glimpse at some arms crossed in front.

Kelsie, of course, is hoping for a girl and Ty wants a baby brother. When I showed the kids a video online about what the baby looks like at each week of the pregnancy, Kelsie said, "Aww...Ty's right. It's a boy!" When I asked her how she knew that, she said, "'Cause our baby has no girl hair. It's a boy." It was pretty funny, considering that we were not looking at our baby and that she thought it would have boy or girl hair already. I tried to explain this to her, but who knows how much of it she really understood. I didn't mention the fact that she didn't get any hair until she was at least 3-years-old. (ok...maybe it wasn't that long, but it seemed like it at the time)

Anyway...that is the reason for the no blogging lately. Okay, who am I kidding? I never blog anyway, but now I at least have a real excuse! Maybe something exciting will happen soon and we will have something to share with you all. Until then...Have a happy day!

A Glimpse of our Lives

So, a couple of months ago, I decided, with some of my friends, to do a project. I love projects. The idea was to take pictures of EVERYTHING for a week and then make a scrapbook called "A Week in the Lives of the Rigby Family" or something like that. Great idea, huh? Yeah...I realized that I stink at remembering to take pictures and I just barely uploaded the pictures to the computer (2 months later). Anyhow, I thought that I would make a little clip of some of the pictures so that I can feel like it was worth my efforts, even if I don't ever get around to making the scrapbook (not that that would ever happen, right?!).

I know you all are dying to get a little peak into our lives on a daily basis. These pictures have not been edited in any way, shape, or form...this really is what our lives are like! Enjoy!

Ragnar Pictrures Part 2

Once we finished our first legs, we had A LOT of time to kill. I don't remember what time we finished those first legs Friday morning, but luckily we ended up with a beautiful day!

If I am to be completely honest (And why wouldn't I be?), this picture was taken while our last runner was still out. We started the relaxing without her. (Sorry Patricia) We were a little nervous about leaving this exchange point because we didn't know what the next one would be like and if we would have a place to lay down and enjoy the sun. We talked ourselves into it, though and weren't at the next exchange for that long anyway.


The majority of the day was spent at this park. Don't ask me what city we were in...I really have no idea. Nothing too exciting...just trying to sleep, eat and stretch before we had to run again.

You can't get a feel for the experience without the van. We rented a 15 passenger van and took out the back 2 benches. It worked out great, but was a bit of a beast for parking and turning around. Side Note: Patricia was a star sleeper. You think I can sleep at any time, any place? I'm an insomniac compared to her.

SoCal Ragnar 2010

OK...I promised pictures...so here are a few. I think we will have to do this in installments, because I have a million things I should be doing other than this. Now that I have had a few days to recover, I can look back and say, "I had a GREAT time!" No really...it was a blast and I would do it again...probably! So here, for your viewing pleasure, is a little glimpse into my little race adventure...

Here is the whole team. Well, technically this is half the team, the other half was in a different van and we barely saw them the whole time. So for ease, we will call this my team. From left to right...Patricia, Me, Kandie, Sabrina, Tara, Shannon. This is actually a picture of us at the end of our race...so probably shouldn't be starting with it, but I think it is the only one we got with all six of us.

This is me (obviously) before I ran my very first leg. I was really nervous...and cold!


This is me (again, quite obvious) at the end of my first leg. That was fast! (Don't I look like I have all the energy in the world...no stress whatsoever? Yeah...that was nice!)


Here's a little looksie at our van. One of the girls on our team came up with some great suggestions for team names, but they were all vetoed. I don't really want to talk about it. Anyway, we decided to put all those names on our van anyway (yes we are obnoxious). I like to think that we were serving others. I can't count how many times we saw people reading our van and laughing. We brought a little sliver of happiness to those peoples' lives and we can be proud of that! Missing in this photo are "Bummer...I just did my hair" "Proud to be Silicone free" and "Will Run for Post Race Meal" I thought they were all very clever. I have to say, though, that my favorite team name that we saw in the race was "Does this skirt make my butt look fast?" I thought it was hilarious...I so wish we had thought of that one!

So, that is going to have to be all for now. I will work on round 2 of pictures when I get another chance.

You won't believe it...Tiff running?!

I kind of forgot to mention on this blog what has been consuming much of my time, energy and thoughts for the last 6 months. So now that it is over, I thought I would mention it. (I know...I am a horrible blogger)

I have been training for a Ragnar race. You probably have two questions right away. 1) What is a Ragnar and 2) Where did the Tiffany go that I used to know...she HATES running and would NEVER EVER run any kind of race? I will address both questions presently...

First, a Ragnar is a relay race that does not stop when the sun goes down. In other words, crazy people take turns running through the day, the night and then the next day. The Southern California race (that's the one we did), started in Ventura and ended at Dana Point, approximately 200 miles away. Now, don't start thinking that I am now some freakish runner...no where close. There are 12 people on a team, so it gets all divided up. To further unimpress you, I snagged the shortest legs, so I really didn't run very much at all. If you are interested in more (I'm not sure why you would be, but it seems appropriate to include a link) you can go to the Ragnar website here: http://www.ragnarrelay.com/losangeles/index.php Does tha explain a little? Hope so...now on to question 2...

I am still the same Tiffany I have always been. I still don't like running and am not quite sure, myself, how I got roped into running this race. I think the fact that I am getting old and my metabolism is slowing down had a lot to do with me starting to run. When I drop Ty off to school, Kelsie and I go for a little jog each day. Then, one of my friends who I work out with, needed some bodies to fill the 12 slots of a team for the Ragnar. I said no thank you. How I got signed up is still a little fuzzy in my mind. I am pretty sure I never agreed to any of this. Eventually, when I realized there was no longer a chance that I could get pregnant in time and have a fail-proof excuse for not running, I got excited about the whole thing. (Not excited enough to run any of the hard legs, but enough to actually get in the van and go)

Anyway, the race was this last weekend and I survived. That is the bottom line. I was not the photographer, though, so pictures will have to be forth coming. When I get the pictures I will give you all the nitty gritty details of the race too. Something for you all to look forward to! Until then , be comforted by the fact that I still do not like running, but have found that the benefits are necessary for my 31 year old body! Happy Day!

Gettin' Our Groove On

Not sure if we can say that we had any kind of "groove" but we did attempt some dancing at our ward conference activity last month. We had a good time and made fools of ourselves more times that youcan probably count. Isn't it great, though, to be old enough that you just don't care anymore? (That is my attempt at convincing myself that I don't care what other people think anymore. Dal will tell you differently, I'm trying really hard not to care though, and I think I have made tremendous progress!)



Last time we went home to IF, we raided the shop's basement for some of the old-school tuxes. We picked up a few for Dal, crammed them into our ridiculously full trunk and hauled them all the way back to Santa Maria. "What for?" you may ask. No clue! Luckily, though, our ward planned this dance and we knew that it was the perfect occasion to bust one of those bad boys out. The hard part was deciding between the baby blue tux, the lime green one or the cream one with brown trim. And don't even get me started on picking what color of shirt to put with each one. Anyhow, we finally decided on the following:

I am sure that you can imagine the reaction when we showed up that night. It was fun! I think this tux is magical too...it gave Dal some extra dancing skills for the night. He was going crazy! For those of you who have been dancing with Dal...he had an endless supply of his signature moves! Now we just need another reason to get out the other colors!

The Second Child

Kelsie wanted her own entry in the blog, so as a loving mother, I felt I had to oblige. I think I am in state of denial that she is getting so big too. What's up with all these kids growing?! Sometimes Dal and I just sit and watch her and are blown away by the things she is saying and doing.

She just got a new bike and wants to ride it everywhere. I love this picture...notice the tongue sticking out in concentration and the beautiful necklace she put on for her bike ride. (A girl's always got to look her best)



Dal and Tyson were at Tee Ball practice the other day and I was in the kitchen making dinner (how domestic of me, huh?) when I realized I hadn't heard anything from Kelsie in a while. This is usually not a good sign. When I went to look for her, this is what I found:

Apparently, she had been so exhausted that she had literally FALLEN asleep. I have no idea how or why she was in this position, but she must have been comfortable. How? I have no idea. I obviously grabbed the camera before I switched her to a position where she would still be able to move her neck when she woke up. What a good mom I am!

I'm Not Sure I Can Handle This...

So, yesterday, we were running some errands when Tyson announced that when he pushed his tongue against his tooth, it wiggled. I have to be honest, I just about cried right then and there! I know...ridiculous, but true! I told him he needs sto stop growing so he can still be my baby. He laughed. I wasn't kidding! I was hoping he was mistaken, but when we got out of the car, he showed me. Sure enough...it wiggled...a lot!

There was one glimmer of happiness from the whole ordeal though. When we got home, he pulled me aside and asked, very quietly (I'm not sure if he didn't want anybody else to hear or what), "When you were a kid and lost a tooth, were you still able to eat?" I quickly assured him that he could still eat and then smiled inside that he still needs his mommy for stuff like this! Hopefully when he is 16 and doesn't want to be seen with me in public, he will still ask me questions like that and I can smile inside and be reassured that he still needs his mommy!



Then, to make matters worse, while he and Kelsie were playing today, he comes running out of his room with a big grin on his face and a tiny tooth in his hand. It's official...he is no longer my baby. He's going to school and losing teeth. I might as well get the car gased up for him!

Yeah for Lindsay!

Yep...Linds and Nate are having a baby and we couldn't be happier! Congrats to them! Let me explain a little...whenever I talk to Lindsay, she points out that I am a slacker and have not updated my blog in a while (she puts it very nicely though). So, when I got done talking to her today, I thought I would make a post just for her!

For those of you unfamiliar (really...can't think of too many people who would be reading this that don't know who she is), Lindsay was one of my roommates at BYU. We met freshman year at Heritage Halls and stuck together from then on, until Dal broke us apart! Luckily for me, she looked past my incredible immaturity and selfishness and stayed friends with me all these years.

Now she is having a baby and I am so excited for her. I wish she were not clear across the country so I could throw her the baby shower she deserves (she has definitely put in her time with planning showers).

Anyway, gotta run now, but Congrats! Congrats! Congrats guys! We love you and miss you and are super excited for you!