tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35911231198963389312024-03-05T07:24:58.062-08:00The Schenck HouseMelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927752075901816472noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591123119896338931.post-31502145910748557162010-09-10T21:48:00.000-07:002010-09-10T22:58:32.424-07:00Let the countdown begin....I say let the countdown begin but in all actuality I have been counting down for the last month now. As of today I have about 10 pounds of baby inside of me! What?!? The biggest any of the other boys have been is a whopping 6lbs 10oz and boy, can I feel the difference. Not to complain TOO much, but my lower back is constantly killing me, it takes me forever to get up from the couch/into or out of the car, and I now have a step stool by the side of my bed to help me get in and out. By the end of the day my feet have doubled in size and now just feel like they are bruised all over from the stretching. It's a good thing it's still sort of flip flop season because that has been my shoe of choice for the last few months. AND to top it off these little stinkers are both breech so I most likely will get to have my first C-section! Not excited about that.<br /><br />On the flip side I can say that I am happy that I am still walking/waddling around and not on bed rest, the babies appear to be healthy and growing as they should, their room is pretty much ready to go and our basement is finished thanks to my hard working husband. The only question is are we ready for them??? I really don't know how else to prepare for TWO babies, we'll just have to wait and see. We all are getting excited to meet them though, how alike or different will they be and will one finally look like Jed? It's still crazy to me that I am having twins! Aahhh!<br /><br />Anyway, I just wanted to do a quick post on the rest of us...Brek turned 9 a few weeks ago and has started the third grade with an awesome teacher that I know will be so good for him. Here is a picture of Brek's birthday cake that Jed made, it's a little hard to see but it is a putting green on a golf course. Jed wasn't very happy with the end result because according to him "he didn't have enough time." :) I think it looked great and Brek though it was way cool so that's all that mattered.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZzfsR-MF9dKTjJNHc6k2ZZqbdOx05Ey89K3XsZJR6Y_aF8ff96rmc3pAEa0vdOWr_QBjWb7RDkbcISgjQb8IUwuDV3t0eUQGMT7j0eoNSv9lzG82iMNwTk3qJuPlbfwh9HcX26AtDL_dZ/s1600/SDC11469.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZzfsR-MF9dKTjJNHc6k2ZZqbdOx05Ey89K3XsZJR6Y_aF8ff96rmc3pAEa0vdOWr_QBjWb7RDkbcISgjQb8IUwuDV3t0eUQGMT7j0eoNSv9lzG82iMNwTk3qJuPlbfwh9HcX26AtDL_dZ/s320/SDC11469.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515523114401359202" /></a><br /><br />Kaden was 5 in May and has started kindergarten. He has seemed so much more grown up in the last few weeks, riding his bike to school and just talking about what happens there. He is such a happy little guy and doesn't let much get to him. Here he is with BrinLee on their first day of school, I didn't have anything to do with his outfit - he loves his Utah Jazz shirt. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMQtF-z9dqO4c1vRqsyL6f7XLy1ZC9mleBa5mnXxqMwNnuCX_GEEleX-D1r9C3YPaPtsNlwUxeakM2k88NpbfbAGMWk7ukL2YMSSlof3gpRXBwU-7UDyDaVpmhfln6Snwu-h7Q9mAq5YO0/s1600/SDC11463.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMQtF-z9dqO4c1vRqsyL6f7XLy1ZC9mleBa5mnXxqMwNnuCX_GEEleX-D1r9C3YPaPtsNlwUxeakM2k88NpbfbAGMWk7ukL2YMSSlof3gpRXBwU-7UDyDaVpmhfln6Snwu-h7Q9mAq5YO0/s320/SDC11463.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515524589580471282" /></a><br /><br />Kyler can tell there is a change that is coming but I'm sure will have no idea what has hit his house once the babies are home. He is talking more and is being so loud at letting me know what it is he wants now. He loves loves his cars and will honestly carry them around the house with him ALL day long. Here is cute pic of him when we went to Lava Hot Springs last month, he can be so whiny at times but how can we not love him with a smile like this?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW3SzOv85Gp40YiGLsGm2DR09Mf62jV-pQ_KFHw2Y-T5_goYV513IWLWGgOzFXin41dntUwiECqg_8IE3UJdF6x65GPb1dLOei4J5n90BX0JunjCZAuLdpc454S6nqAoktUQWS2qKjlyTV/s1600/SDC11408.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW3SzOv85Gp40YiGLsGm2DR09Mf62jV-pQ_KFHw2Y-T5_goYV513IWLWGgOzFXin41dntUwiECqg_8IE3UJdF6x65GPb1dLOei4J5n90BX0JunjCZAuLdpc454S6nqAoktUQWS2qKjlyTV/s320/SDC11408.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515526974695623730" /></a><br /><br />Jed's summer has been a rather busy one. He has worked so hard at finishing our basement not leaving much free time for him (or ME!). We did take some fun little trips this summer to Bear Lake, Park City, and Lava Hot Springs. Here he is with the boys just after tubing down the river at Lava. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhXba9C8ZlpGi_CcaUUxogWAn1kVawxCu_qtpqqrGLbGCF7TvPAw9EYklR6_aw2PcMEe-mvVCt4picvzwE9NHOSW6XGa3Fg3f9UrO7RMDT65QLEwipAaZvEjr9KTRwK2lGI7ift3GO3FEm/s1600/SDC11421.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhXba9C8ZlpGi_CcaUUxogWAn1kVawxCu_qtpqqrGLbGCF7TvPAw9EYklR6_aw2PcMEe-mvVCt4picvzwE9NHOSW6XGa3Fg3f9UrO7RMDT65QLEwipAaZvEjr9KTRwK2lGI7ift3GO3FEm/s320/SDC11421.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515530355357318146" /></a><br /><br />When I look at pictures like this I just keep thinking to myself what is it going to look like in 3 or 4 more years with FIVE little boys in it? Yikes! We will soon find out...Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927752075901816472noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591123119896338931.post-46468202475766440292010-04-09T21:34:00.000-07:002010-04-09T23:13:03.627-07:00Happy Birthday to Kyler!Kyler turned two last week and we had a birthday party for him with a cake that Jed decorated himself. I had wanted to have a friend make it for us but Jed didn't want to pay anyone to do it and said that he would take care of it. After taking half a day off of work and 3 hours later this is the finished product...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMbJfo5wNf3bLZj9KR135Lnrl2F33M51g2NdqYjOZ68iU9rxLujF6RUf3XxPg7P4YmBCbElhXOWkLfmAMtKji12-tIQ_FBZf1jmhG5NxR4i6wIKVHZKXLn0B5GynvgANWaZIXDrJqOYF6B/s1600/SDC11152.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMbJfo5wNf3bLZj9KR135Lnrl2F33M51g2NdqYjOZ68iU9rxLujF6RUf3XxPg7P4YmBCbElhXOWkLfmAMtKji12-tIQ_FBZf1jmhG5NxR4i6wIKVHZKXLn0B5GynvgANWaZIXDrJqOYF6B/s320/SDC11152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458375273585792754" /></a><br />I think he did an amazing job! I wish I had his talent and patience to do something like this but I don't. I'm just happy that he actually doesn't mind doing it.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPBxzT1EHeDfLBgV8gK_Pl1YORwNUbtxIHDkK4vtFdcPFn_3SkXCFf_LHargcy4SUPu6kNLOY7BBPNFRmDz9chltbqKnNpttgFtreXO3xo3B59YvFtNqo8QVM2HUMluVB3bjC0PIWXI73j/s1600/SDC11160.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPBxzT1EHeDfLBgV8gK_Pl1YORwNUbtxIHDkK4vtFdcPFn_3SkXCFf_LHargcy4SUPu6kNLOY7BBPNFRmDz9chltbqKnNpttgFtreXO3xo3B59YvFtNqo8QVM2HUMluVB3bjC0PIWXI73j/s320/SDC11160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458375281978170434" /></a><br /><br />This is me and my cute Ky-ky. He is getting to be just a big little boy, running around with his brothers and wanting to do whatever they are doing. He did finally start walking around the 18 month mark. His expensive braces are gathering dust up on a shelf somewhere. I will say that Jed was right in that we should have not gotten them for him, but hey, how I was supposed to know?? He isn't much of a talker yet but he's getting there. My favorite thing he says right now - "geek, geek." He means cheek and for me to lean over to him so that he can give me a kiss.<br /><br />He is unlike Brek and Kaden in that he gets into EVERYTHING. One of his favorite things to do is to stack whatever he can find. Here is one of his master pieces. He actually did this himself!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmqLiD5v-NejpM6JhYoaWA-bFuyQlryOQszmV2JQXU-Zj7Qigf4JIiM2pj72-NtUhedyykQixNeZfjc8tSTfomrx8yTn_6EM-79Snxqf1eWG3l2zkHGBH63iaSUUiqsfj2zQPlxuMx6fLh/s1600/SDC11146.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmqLiD5v-NejpM6JhYoaWA-bFuyQlryOQszmV2JQXU-Zj7Qigf4JIiM2pj72-NtUhedyykQixNeZfjc8tSTfomrx8yTn_6EM-79Snxqf1eWG3l2zkHGBH63iaSUUiqsfj2zQPlxuMx6fLh/s320/SDC11146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458378720234395922" /></a><br />Cupboards, drawers, closets, nothing is safe with him. Just today he had an Old Spice deodorant popscicle. Disgusting, I know. He was being super quiet and when I found him he was LICKING the deodorant and his breath smelled just like Jed's armpits. I called poison control just to be safe. He was fine and actually got mad when I took it away from him. Just the thought of that makes me sick!<br /><br />After all the birthday fun, we packed our bags and headed down to St. George with Jed's family for the Easter break. It could have been a little warmer for me but at least we got some sun and got to spend some time together to just play and relax. We need to do that more often. Here are the all cute boys on a hike near Tuachan.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHxwxohKKLZeOfyEwEEYj3f5elEUq53I6VB1YqpWYpsS_G0XY7M1_ot6Rl5592KErL9NKDjhIlyG4Ebr2clTubkFykvcG2qhXTxvDIIkcGf_GyHLw5RkT_He9KfiYnPALF0PT0jx9Dbeok/s1600/SDC11165.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHxwxohKKLZeOfyEwEEYj3f5elEUq53I6VB1YqpWYpsS_G0XY7M1_ot6Rl5592KErL9NKDjhIlyG4Ebr2clTubkFykvcG2qhXTxvDIIkcGf_GyHLw5RkT_He9KfiYnPALF0PT0jx9Dbeok/s320/SDC11165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458381837360016674" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-7cCUywNPqTEzpULwNOpT8NBZlzla6USzFnCAPf-ynJQdqGGYM_tlUqo9VqI3TGmn409N7eedd4BKuVcZw4E0dB3I4RfhHi1hWcG4r8hozehAZZxuoD9XApQeCqIFq_g292I4rPpeGQR/s1600/SDC11164.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-7cCUywNPqTEzpULwNOpT8NBZlzla6USzFnCAPf-ynJQdqGGYM_tlUqo9VqI3TGmn409N7eedd4BKuVcZw4E0dB3I4RfhHi1hWcG4r8hozehAZZxuoD9XApQeCqIFq_g292I4rPpeGQR/s320/SDC11164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458384805939546626" /></a>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927752075901816472noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591123119896338931.post-62807666028545201502010-03-23T14:28:00.000-07:002010-04-28T15:47:40.853-07:00Oh man...<div align="center">Imagine......<br /><br />Going to the doctor. Not a big deal, right?<br /><br />Getting home and calling your husband to get off of the roof to look at picture that you got at the doctor's office. One that looks like this:<br /><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7LSQ3VsNvDk3ZcyDBcycHX-k5BK61l_gq1JaSSUgSVqGhKlO95MzTCydT6pUNxyxK7Jf-D36IL5vgfS4svd-dQGyc7QvVJM9Lz_x6LTHme2Ge7Lok2K-vgt-bC2FkmYzQBlTKkKUlvugR/s1600/991aaas.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452669028100267378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7LSQ3VsNvDk3ZcyDBcycHX-k5BK61l_gq1JaSSUgSVqGhKlO95MzTCydT6pUNxyxK7Jf-D36IL5vgfS4svd-dQGyc7QvVJM9Lz_x6LTHme2Ge7Lok2K-vgt-bC2FkmYzQBlTKkKUlvugR/s320/991aaas.jpg" /> <br /><p align="center"></a><br /><br /><br />Yes, that would be two babies.<br /><br />This is my reality.<br /><br />Really?!?? I am going to have FIVE children. Five!<br /><br />I have had quite the mixture of emotions these last few weeks. Initially fear was what hit me first. Then shock and disbelief (which lasted for a few more weeks). Then fear again - how are two babies going to grow inside of me, how are two babies going to fit in our house/car/way of life, how are two babies going to come out of me?!? <br /><br />And then with Jed's help....huge amounts of gratitude. Wow. </p>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927752075901816472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591123119896338931.post-42973988618205438382010-01-28T22:20:00.000-08:002010-01-28T23:24:45.843-08:00Blog SlackerI am a blog slacker. I seem to make time to read other blogs but don't take time to post anything on my own so here it goes....a quick wrap up of the last four months.<br /><br />Brek turned 8 and was baptized by Jed. We were so greatful for the support of all of our family and friends who attended. It was such a special day.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSjqNa56OPU5SvZDZL5YmnxfV1MnsJLFWfxGgVsfhw6-QTV0OEJHDmxikWru3M44dGM-kz7pNxOttSNCNRhDknD_ipsAL8YkTmCZs43iDMz5wxYHW6hi-zbIGwchPuUce-d9TlKs7sEx6W/s1600-h/SDC10814.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSjqNa56OPU5SvZDZL5YmnxfV1MnsJLFWfxGgVsfhw6-QTV0OEJHDmxikWru3M44dGM-kz7pNxOttSNCNRhDknD_ipsAL8YkTmCZs43iDMz5wxYHW6hi-zbIGwchPuUce-d9TlKs7sEx6W/s320/SDC10814.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432048885426908658" /></a><br /><br />Football! It was a great great learning experience for Brek and was so fun to watch their little team get excited for each other. They were the first South Weber team to go undefeated in the regular season. Woo hoo!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpKbDOAdnVT7dpkFUZ353PfbPPtnycNZPzkM9s4s5pVRFdcLNj2LRRGV8FxZ7hGFMkFbuKJoneDD98syAg5GXnyNJzxL8T0i3RYA5k8XCLdGM5aXzX6QiI61REpepvQuzmJ7hZPH0yxmej/s1600-h/DSC_0553.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpKbDOAdnVT7dpkFUZ353PfbPPtnycNZPzkM9s4s5pVRFdcLNj2LRRGV8FxZ7hGFMkFbuKJoneDD98syAg5GXnyNJzxL8T0i3RYA5k8XCLdGM5aXzX6QiI61REpepvQuzmJ7hZPH0yxmej/s320/DSC_0553.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432044456889892450" /></a><br /><br />Disneyland...my parents were nice enough to ask us to join them on a trip to California, I don't think it was too much of a vacation for them but we sure had fun.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb2NM3oy9uFfRUbBaetx2EP8oLHgbI-DGmukztr4DqNIWX9UbVMLMetqqc6GSqv8xUaWtZsdKvQlXxU6IdNYImtWX8RAlZmZjNnBtOXwl-jGf-_zIYrSSYfMj05hSE7WJk9SKCXl5nXVqS/s1600-h/SDC10960.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb2NM3oy9uFfRUbBaetx2EP8oLHgbI-DGmukztr4DqNIWX9UbVMLMetqqc6GSqv8xUaWtZsdKvQlXxU6IdNYImtWX8RAlZmZjNnBtOXwl-jGf-_zIYrSSYfMj05hSE7WJk9SKCXl5nXVqS/s320/SDC10960.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432046453268417634" /></a><br /><br />That is not poo all over Kyler's mouth, it is juice. For Jed's birthday he got (upon his request) a Jack LaLanne Power Juicer. He juices all kinds of vegetables and fruits. The green color comes from the spinach he uses. Kyler loves it and gets so excited when the juicer comes out. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC8iIi8cA3AAb7_bLzYxh-VDjNQAgQrQRSVZ7PrZ24ydKhFq1IqQZiELX33J2NO8U2BXxr9MefJnnPXM7g4vPxRNN8Zlgm5YfSDme-GwgVQ0QTqB720LH_d2G32czfEgFZvxq-auGzpOEl/s1600-h/SDC11026.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC8iIi8cA3AAb7_bLzYxh-VDjNQAgQrQRSVZ7PrZ24ydKhFq1IqQZiELX33J2NO8U2BXxr9MefJnnPXM7g4vPxRNN8Zlgm5YfSDme-GwgVQ0QTqB720LH_d2G32czfEgFZvxq-auGzpOEl/s320/SDC11026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432052366720629954" /></a><br /><br /><br />My birthday and of course, Christmas! Christmas is so fun and magical with three little boys in the house. This is one of the many presents they got. Yes, I had a teeter totter in my family room for about a week!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNrZVsmjTcd2SpnQYIYJp8-ddbbauGx02uPw_3ApFwSHlkBFXK5kUQWIirUr-W0TZfTxF9Hw043Pzgv445a8V_oRKNGbsX93qaVzoX5iMG0sN7VMMuLPUwLeGq4FPyWjHzYJHBAy9lEnWP/s1600-h/SDC11051.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNrZVsmjTcd2SpnQYIYJp8-ddbbauGx02uPw_3ApFwSHlkBFXK5kUQWIirUr-W0TZfTxF9Hw043Pzgv445a8V_oRKNGbsX93qaVzoX5iMG0sN7VMMuLPUwLeGq4FPyWjHzYJHBAy9lEnWP/s320/SDC11051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432056290102109266" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtK8EsXN84EduZ_vQypscU5gzzkuZRw0rw-rZsmaML0PeOU0UsU9MzVdf5lsPhifW4b9kKv8fDFrCEnIF5wuI4zM0YhkjJhlH_u0xOz-nuE8m5xoFLU6VeHtu740z-WrNCG05tJfVoyqd-/s1600-h/SDC11080.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtK8EsXN84EduZ_vQypscU5gzzkuZRw0rw-rZsmaML0PeOU0UsU9MzVdf5lsPhifW4b9kKv8fDFrCEnIF5wuI4zM0YhkjJhlH_u0xOz-nuE8m5xoFLU6VeHtu740z-WrNCG05tJfVoyqd-/s320/SDC11080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432056297900241538" /></a><br />And one last picture just because I thought it was a cute one - Jed and Ky playing in the snow. Will it ever melt??? I want the sun!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwUhB7QwRNMRjqJXNZrDWRIwuzK4n8ALXXn_09HEc87MwDJeOe0AKPlWVZt26G9y8BNKaf5PR3wNiOuxd8EIMnAsyWTp3JJXBWb3lJx2wxpgtJTWrAsxfJmrLB41HrmvYmezD39Mhwiq7f/s1600-h/SDC11087.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwUhB7QwRNMRjqJXNZrDWRIwuzK4n8ALXXn_09HEc87MwDJeOe0AKPlWVZt26G9y8BNKaf5PR3wNiOuxd8EIMnAsyWTp3JJXBWb3lJx2wxpgtJTWrAsxfJmrLB41HrmvYmezD39Mhwiq7f/s320/SDC11087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432056316506295090" /></a>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927752075901816472noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591123119896338931.post-85691850106673449282009-09-11T22:36:00.000-07:002009-09-11T22:37:04.496-07:00So FUN.<object width="425" height="385" data="http://play.dipdive.com/i/76361"><param name="movie" value="http://play.dipdive.com/i/76361"></param><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://play.dipdive.com/i/76361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" width="425" height="385" /></object>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927752075901816472noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591123119896338931.post-44948686006676601082009-07-31T23:14:00.000-07:002009-08-01T00:10:33.815-07:00Our weekThe first half of these pictures didn't exactly happen THIS week but once I started this post, they were cute enough for me to want to add them in. I'm trying to be a better picture taker - I know I should just say photographer but I wouldn't call myself a photographer. I am just a picture taker. I do the best I can with my Black Friday super find of a camera from Wal-mart - a Samsung BL103 10.3 megapixels (whatever that means). At least it's cute and red and fits in my purse.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyE29_AEO0SIAwxSArL_BEoEn-GN7WGjJfdwXEO4D-qRj-PpVRZKETKzT6EfAFgL3iPdzfkArKxnc-VWvneCZ53HcwHbBaJHTpLSvmvBfiSCrDipIlsC89fpR_A7PspQuOjL8mvZeU2zUd/s1600-h/SDC10641.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364876108453307058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyE29_AEO0SIAwxSArL_BEoEn-GN7WGjJfdwXEO4D-qRj-PpVRZKETKzT6EfAFgL3iPdzfkArKxnc-VWvneCZ53HcwHbBaJHTpLSvmvBfiSCrDipIlsC89fpR_A7PspQuOjL8mvZeU2zUd/s320/SDC10641.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2njFh1x-Jrc5rPfiWvoy-vsmhQB0ybxmDwLinyAbYuT3Ve4Eb4nkroYwKFTlXCNjKnZ7xocjw9Glh2EhGx0bRoTQmFL4MU-eYa6yXn7vI4ObTxB3dhgzJ29hPSFaWpKOngldFZS5OezrQ/s1600-h/SDC10640.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364876100940856722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2njFh1x-Jrc5rPfiWvoy-vsmhQB0ybxmDwLinyAbYuT3Ve4Eb4nkroYwKFTlXCNjKnZ7xocjw9Glh2EhGx0bRoTQmFL4MU-eYa6yXn7vI4ObTxB3dhgzJ29hPSFaWpKOngldFZS5OezrQ/s320/SDC10640.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />The boys have been begging Jed to sleep on the tramp with them forever, he kept giving them excuses but then they found two cute little neighbor girls who were just as excited as they were.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibqvda9PoYIV3BsYvVmVQu-BhWPoquxn0WcQGjgo1nCKIZ3CFuleYnLu_Ge3meO_iyO7Afd6oHbpR-RjBjmcXSg-RmD0A_4b1ASlETY1czLBfYQg84m7y0zfDYq8jCA2125qyLlXheX-kr/s1600-h/SDC10649.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364875646258088194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibqvda9PoYIV3BsYvVmVQu-BhWPoquxn0WcQGjgo1nCKIZ3CFuleYnLu_Ge3meO_iyO7Afd6oHbpR-RjBjmcXSg-RmD0A_4b1ASlETY1czLBfYQg84m7y0zfDYq8jCA2125qyLlXheX-kr/s320/SDC10649.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div>Look at that organization! Boys asleep one way, the girls another - Brighton was in charge of that. They were all out about 20 minutes after the movie started. Brek brought Kaden in sometime during the night. He even tucked him in bed but went back out and lasted until the morning with BrinLee and Brighton.<br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZwcDpSAyeZH_tRXWZOx6PYAWtydFCxTXTtD2KsXpeXJRHyijOQXfO5YuYiaUbO99jcwssAL5bKhzSTkbIwYU3zMghyQz_H5bUww-6tHob-n3n5r0tqnUIB68LD2bwaTxuhyphenhyphen05sl1K7xSL/s1600-h/SDC10654.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364875638911815906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZwcDpSAyeZH_tRXWZOx6PYAWtydFCxTXTtD2KsXpeXJRHyijOQXfO5YuYiaUbO99jcwssAL5bKhzSTkbIwYU3zMghyQz_H5bUww-6tHob-n3n5r0tqnUIB68LD2bwaTxuhyphenhyphen05sl1K7xSL/s320/SDC10654.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Pickles! Yes, I have pickles, lots of them. If anyone needs a jar come to my house.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd9W2cZzRIygz0xpD0EPAsruX0OS6hAB8n67e4f74CAXzrS6cevJas-v_IWRwbPtO5PtPgqGqMxDvEfa1XlLsA7n0U4hN1ySVLtw80wUMLgcM6lDg4vS40r2RXa21N8xvEOcnnz2z4DFuL/s1600-h/SDC10692.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364875635995681746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd9W2cZzRIygz0xpD0EPAsruX0OS6hAB8n67e4f74CAXzrS6cevJas-v_IWRwbPtO5PtPgqGqMxDvEfa1XlLsA7n0U4hN1ySVLtw80wUMLgcM6lDg4vS40r2RXa21N8xvEOcnnz2z4DFuL/s320/SDC10692.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Football already?! Brek loved getting his uniform this week and wanted to show everyone but after about 45 minutes of wearing the helmet and pads he was sweating like no other. How is he going to last a whole game? Aw, but doesn't he look so cute and tough?<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDRxd6ZrLQ_U_L-4x-QpXsbzaf6Vhxu0XzU9N1tJq1_WOT6cgOOEX2GAgpWGzfiQqNMX7OoDiXsoO3a3k7lqr0j4qS37R1dL9T-ZDg88ItuGTe3itqQZ-xRJ98TLWpNwc06He4aG-tzuUg/s1600-h/SDC10670.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364875631229533858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDRxd6ZrLQ_U_L-4x-QpXsbzaf6Vhxu0XzU9N1tJq1_WOT6cgOOEX2GAgpWGzfiQqNMX7OoDiXsoO3a3k7lqr0j4qS37R1dL9T-ZDg88ItuGTe3itqQZ-xRJ98TLWpNwc06He4aG-tzuUg/s320/SDC10670.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div>Happy Anniversary to me and Jed! 11 years, wow! It makes me feel old but happy. We are not that great at getting surprises for each other because #1 Jed just so happens to buy big ticket items just before holidays, birthdays, anniversarys so it usually lets me off the hook. And #2 if there is something that I would like I usually just tell him and that is what he gets. Jed does always get me flowers and a card though for both our anniversary and my birthday, which is very nice. I took this picture of the flowers this morning and was messing around with the hue and saturation. I thought it looked pretty cool at the time but now I'm not so sure. Oh well, practice makes perfect!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuMgpguEOnBFPzTtLsObsukZ1-wyDh9UrxVcK5vhXQAT7OMFcpJpPYqxvUgjDuQ-jxVHuVLivLvsFlXYlj3NBZ5KAXF9b4vnrIBJ-8FIDwOzkVGNXaCvYODAM2_S-G4ot7zkswjS86O4va/s1600-h/SDC10679.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364875623255298370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuMgpguEOnBFPzTtLsObsukZ1-wyDh9UrxVcK5vhXQAT7OMFcpJpPYqxvUgjDuQ-jxVHuVLivLvsFlXYlj3NBZ5KAXF9b4vnrIBJ-8FIDwOzkVGNXaCvYODAM2_S-G4ot7zkswjS86O4va/s320/SDC10679.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927752075901816472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591123119896338931.post-4145878898692033112009-07-09T22:42:00.000-07:002009-07-10T00:27:42.009-07:00Summer fun<div align="center"> Jed had a week off of work last week so I wanted to make sure that we got out and actually did things. It's hard to believe that we packed in so much stuff in such a short time. We went to Lagoon, camped a night at Bear Lake, spent a few nights in Park City and had Fourth of July fun with family. Here are some pics of our adventures...<br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356723662458738402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZVbbRi0m7XzHUeCTLzARvApOM76IXTn3mqbu4I46YaFjtOWIc7EcnIwAHa91v_pUYfuKcMOeRjNVzXaSGVWENRjpc-_eb7xn5Z3I5rHXUUuiNTtBGNSciojFLUJJA7gdQfCn-NpQHrndL/s320/SDC10541.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356709712452717410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikopbMl4q3PPEj9zzxFb144ovM_NfDAl2SPUInwhjUFuky8W5FkR64t-QIveHACTGJEIxl6VaBE2Rm-i7fpKf5_E5bR48c-FEFn-R7p_9BBLyQS8nfDNlEfiqXz7nGekO38hM5ct9TqKFC/s320/SDC10550.JPG" border="0" />My mom stayed with Kyler when we went to Lagoon which was so great. We had such a fun time despite getting absolutely soaked - first from the ride, Cliffhanger (I got sprayed right in the eyeballs) and then from being stuck on the ride OdySea when a complete downpour started. I also got talked into going on the Sky Coaster with my good friend Michelle and her sister Jessica. I had done it before when I was in high school but it had been such a long time ago that I was still so nervous. Just being up there, waiting for the rip cord to be pulled was SO scary but it really was fun. Jed also went on it with Michelle's husband Kaylon and their son Isaac.</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356711530171927570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig87IO-HF-mH7QACFC3kRnoccvFyz7b2_6iOoR962KiENSLR-tPjHy3Xy7_P0_bA4bF9w2bNCweOLOHCaLT78_NUGwGYOAWfA6TPwAzrtRheqDJbJWs5vIUhq7KG8a_CwiFSb0MyVkhsEW/s320/SDC10580.JPG" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356712316504073874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtdDSBrkXuBo7DCzWSJzcyAduZACPrAr_Sf8Sesv8-CK5KXZLOd07TURs82fxdLxe5xzwW__dKxfujtPl-dKBZheaIU4xkf51HMwmLILbswOJBbNGff_ks3wsSNc1vA6WzTaw8gG59wG-Q/s320/SDC10596.JPG" border="0" />I love Bear Lake! I love just the idea of doing nothing but sitting in the sun, talking about nothing, watching the boys play in the sand and water and eating junk all day long. So fun! Gary, Helen and Karly camped with us and then Skip and Sarah came up and hung out with us the second day we were there.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356713917340779554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSyKSMNpgPmly0wzBxUkmo6IDvnrFswFmbl1tK651gmQh5Q4GiN8B9c2t-2nilSM-i6uRJvjDQc_aufrpdm-Ok6Z9zC61rE593GLnrlPsMk8C80JHn4qoD4IGMItHsLCr8YShoxQn26thz/s320/SDC10597.JPG" border="0" />As we were about to leave for Park City, I looked back and didn't want to forget all this cuteness.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356715622705976226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicay7tV5FNOEWJzShlX36LsIuwiv-heM5dogJx1nq-CS9AZfpHnkY3RwVvGnsnruM95F48mU0xPysiJmKyCBRgMbfqk05DSsgNzbEnZffn_E-CsVjvXXjtQJTqe9x2KDPXjaFEBaNurh9e/s320/SDC10598.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356715642584805586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU6vs6_xnlcwNkS0T2Y5VqOvduxUY7mHIybzZ8vxmiECUoggpSrs43vccG3S42tgP3s5hkTZbCdGaszXp5-USFYTCkM_XdQenHVV7OY_7gKT6k0h9Y_gKv2WM4gkk9Jma4yNJjmIZBqUbM/s320/SDC10606.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356715631717388050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTt9-UCWZFvUxqIWMIO7P-G2izRInEs2iJR0_xvdtI9-xXISb18EI9zaLdSmX4DPLloN3tglYE7pJfpcRdFeKrgDPrBace4yhygeTCWsVYc9Wrajxk_F_Wy2YWmyU3WO9VbgfQAn7EwH7g/s320/SDC10600.JPG" border="0" /> <p>In Park City we stayed at the Marriott Mountainside Resort. It was so nice and kid friendly, I loved it! We will definitely be going back there. We didn't take too many pictures there but the first one is of Brek and I doing the zip line at the Olympic Park. The second is one of the boys at the resort just before bed. I had to include it because Kyler has just discovered that he loves getting his picture taken - I have so many of him with that little nose scrunched up like that. The third one needs a little explaining but to make a long story short, Jed totally smashed Kaden's finger (accidently) when we were at the Olympic Park. Brek, Kyler and I left them while they were getting a band-aid for it and this is what we came back to. Apparently, Kaden's weak stomach doesn't like the sight of blood and he thought he was going to throw up. Thankfully, he did not but the EMT thought that a little oxygen might help him. After a little neosporin, a bandaid, a gold medal and a free ice cream, Kaden was A-okay. </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356721659241434338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfggmMaPy0txdKX7krXv9IV0piEzdU_qVRolU2CE-wkUnjo8SC0h5bp70tl9cq5HopgCqpqPMq07_Jd4K2-Eo_krBGa17npQjPSAiS28D97HStYIbfhMJh7e6YfD1X-UDUnulPJOhhKAPb/s320/SDC10625.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356721667844425154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwyPvpATWEoRPQp3dDlOYg_9gGI5uTAPt9qEjI0xal8WuYXxx_E947Iyetg6AWkiF6HceePQVNFqY1MKWHUeCvCwTtGW84RPEnvaUbpddzvm2bZWH9iFI9_nqC9BfBM4EDSsuf897RP-4T/s320/SDC10629.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356721676899628834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHt51oigMitjrxdYucobyiR1GcFPgaDAhkxx9gtVT7Lng_svvptv4CJTMsdJmW0U9YSyUPZD246AK-vqAu3kD5pSmR9gM3ki2jUVQ0572Erljfi2HlQ8nk5vb8W7EIby30UF38wmJqZoj5/s320/SDC10631.JPG" border="0" /><br /></div><p align="center">Yea for summer and the fourth of July!</p>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927752075901816472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591123119896338931.post-29226262674777900202009-06-18T22:32:00.000-07:002009-06-18T23:39:32.460-07:00Boys, boys, boysToday I went shopping to the mall with the three boys, I know - what was I thinking?? I explained to Brek and Kaden ahead of time the plan for the day, that I knew they didn't like shopping but this was the only day that I could do it before Father's day. I told them that I rewarded little boys who behaved properly, not ones who ran crazy through stores (which usually happens) so I said a little prayer inside my head and we were off. Our first stop was Eddie Bauer. Now this was the true test. Every time we go into Eddie Bauer it is like some kind of mad dash for both of them to see who can make it to the back of the store first but not today. It was crazy - there they were, holding hands (what?!?), walking beside me as I looked at whatever I wanted to look at...it was like there was sweet music playing all around us. I kept checking to see if they were beside me and yep, there they were, not hiding in the clothes rack or playing tag. What had gotten into them? They were behaving like angels. It was a weird day and what was even weirder (more weird?) were the comments that I got from people in the short time that I was there. Now I have been shopping with the boys plenty of times before but never have I gotten so many comments about them.<br /><br /><br /><br />Smiling Saleslady Comment # 1: "Look at you and ALL of your boys."<br /><br />What do I say to that? I felt like I had a litter of them following me with a comment like that.<br /><br /><br /><br />Smiling Saleslady Comment #2: "You can sure tell they've come from the same batch."<br /><br />Thanks, I'm glad you can tell.<br /><br /><br /><br />Smiling Saleslady Comment #3: "Boy, you're outnumbered!"<br /><br />Really? There are ONLY 3 of them.<br /><br /><br /><br />Smiling Saleslady Comment #4: "How cute are they!"<br /><br />I know, they are pretty cute.<br /><br /><br /><br />Smiling Saleslady Comment #5: "You better watch out, you're going to have lots of girls knocking on your door in a couple years."<br /><br />In a couple years? I hope more like 10.<br /><br /><br /><br />Smiling Saleslady Comment #6: "Don't you have any girls?"<br /><br />Uh, no.<br /><br /><br /><br />Really it was all so strange - all the comments people were making to us, Brek and Kaden behaving so well, Kyler being happy to sit in the stroller and just smile at everyone. It really made me happy to have "all of my boys" with me.<br /><br />I could do it all again another day but I don't think they could.<br /><br />Oh, I failed in my Father's day search and will most likely end up at some store again before Sunday but I did find me a cute pair of shoes for $9.99. How could I pass that up?Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927752075901816472noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591123119896338931.post-57728940916245661022009-05-26T21:58:00.000-07:002009-06-04T22:49:00.213-07:00The garden, a party and new shoes.The month of May was a busy one. First off, we have a new garden. Our previous garden was on Jed's parents property and it was a pain to get water to it so Jed decided he was going to come up with something new. When Jed decides to do something new, he does it full force and does not stop until it is finished. I know I should love that about him and I do, but it can also cause some mad craziness in our house. It was a ton of work but looks great and now that it is closer to the house, I will actually help to keep it up (hopefully). Check out that perfection! There are actually 7 of the boxes, I just could not fit them all into the picture. Yes, I said 7, and like I said, Jed is crazy.<br /><br /><div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343708536329032210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuHJEEaElC5qzb5uWMScKKwswWoGa84C6vqJ_2t4vF15_8PnHshoy3tknUXrjTzHBif6bEJ1xNsOak7UfP7RSwDMM5Rv7gA0GKhk4DPl9hH-fX1YahFgMZejFXWH5U-TxHFDAVvKtm0psB/s320/SDC10509.JPG" border="0" /></div><div></div><br /><div>Kaden's 4th birthday was at the beginning of the month, on the 9th and we had a party at Chuck E. Cheese for him. I usually do not like to do parties at places like this, they always seem to be way over priced and it is just seems too overwhelming to even think about it - too many kids, tokens, tickets, and prizes to deal with, ugh! Well, Kaden had been talking about having his party there since it opened so I gave in (Jed was even more reluctant than I was). Between the two of us, my mom and my aunt, we were able to keep it under control, it ended up being really fun and Kaden LOVED it! Chuck E. Cheese comes out to visit with each kid, sings a song and dances around with them and Kaden ate it all up! It was so cute to watch him. I think his favorite present was the birthday medal that Chuck E. gave him.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343712578745168386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNRUuxPG5FUjT5v4FoitUzHwLqPGTx_i4sD3KqYn_y1FNOhxfMbCrIV9FrlqI8_br4e00ewXNZRzYUlbWI_HvmQ1EcFQJjPEejyZ1Guvj5vtvb2t4io-MrWXgiUTnOQS6-muYXdmO8vAuZ/s320/SDC10475.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>Kaden is a lot like Jed, pretty easy going and he doesn't let too many things bother him. I love just hearing him talk, he has a hard time with his r's, and somehow instead of saying door, it sounds like he says dooy, with the -oy sound on the end. He does that with everything, when he says church, it's more like choych. It's funny but I really probably should take him to a speech therapist. </div><div> </div><div></div><div>Speaking of therapist, our little Kyler has been seeing a physical therapist for the last few months. I had been concerned for awhile about him and his not wanting to stand so at his one year appointment I again mentioned it to the doctor and he suggested to have a PT evaluation done. We did the eval and the therapist thinks that he has really loose joints in his ankles and hips which makes him very unstable and is probably why he doesn't want to stand. She recommended getting orthotics (a fancy name for braces) for him. We've had the braces for a few weeks and he doesn't seem to like them very much but I'm hoping they help him. He is starting to crawl around, so I think he is getting stronger in his hips, he just is still so wobbly when he stands. I'm sure he'll be fine eventually, he just might not walk until he's 2. Here's a pic of his pricey new shoes....I've never had a pair this expensive!</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343713790204551954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg897m-UDddfDckKhZaIIypP8OeR0b2zApG6slVaReM3HtFSW1LIGQhyjK1d_sSIap5_VOZfWaYAllwvS3YZlPd2B2SIDM5LWlCOvlLRcWl3FEN4B7pmujnkGje3OyCej38jyhFSVlkQSPV/s200/SDC10511.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div></div></div></div>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927752075901816472noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591123119896338931.post-78686799061722774292009-05-10T22:22:00.000-07:002009-05-10T23:07:01.663-07:00Pictures!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimHAEQvRQLMP9Z4lPsq9d3gojTqAqNrHwn_hCeQYnCvF8jRZfj_LskWrTsjFL_BCxonXASIsuUYFMQJIwR0-Z-_8rmSuSJVx8bGrtWD6kBloPujZurnn7GhN0jlekFFjyZ5LYGTFRC1drM/s1600-h/DSC_2047_2546-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334440241163504722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimHAEQvRQLMP9Z4lPsq9d3gojTqAqNrHwn_hCeQYnCvF8jRZfj_LskWrTsjFL_BCxonXASIsuUYFMQJIwR0-Z-_8rmSuSJVx8bGrtWD6kBloPujZurnn7GhN0jlekFFjyZ5LYGTFRC1drM/s320/DSC_2047_2546-2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><div><div><div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFARUbcjOVo24rrp8JPecYxyzIybOod23aMEcr8V-8hxvE8_g0X5vcBgjcVmnoVDbBmYOK9Coqv1Ny8nrepvQeR2Bq6wLzBegbenNTsILDDDplVtIqhBUEUVar9eB40SWASOCMgBwY4ZWX/s1600-h/DSC_1931_2430-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334438048685970050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFARUbcjOVo24rrp8JPecYxyzIybOod23aMEcr8V-8hxvE8_g0X5vcBgjcVmnoVDbBmYOK9Coqv1Ny8nrepvQeR2Bq6wLzBegbenNTsILDDDplVtIqhBUEUVar9eB40SWASOCMgBwY4ZWX/s320/DSC_1931_2430-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334437089495046146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh7IVxV1_Bp5NbUGrHMK-rpWz-AUyXWQtpRCqCHHGBE_RryMFqdrqRu3rGAQbSw-4THCrbughmgwcKi3rQLcZn6b9ozNXe9oGReDIhmXi3gwEhuKPyBkfCA4QTpiRQwd8E_jDPXIUlHNYG/s320/DSC_2217_2716.jpg" border="0" /><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuKdL5H3DUMZmGMZ00YrV1ng2pZ4Lh2zZtvsfXMa_bkpjXBHuuAg80k-CoLUDopgt_lnt7rQdh4J7DMu3VfvVfL0D1jyrLQB-jjH3aFwo1wxVmkNk9TvKax8N9vU5VFRrGOuhiRPQZO6VX/s1600-h/DSC_2025_2525-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334436715462161170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuKdL5H3DUMZmGMZ00YrV1ng2pZ4Lh2zZtvsfXMa_bkpjXBHuuAg80k-CoLUDopgt_lnt7rQdh4J7DMu3VfvVfL0D1jyrLQB-jjH3aFwo1wxVmkNk9TvKax8N9vU5VFRrGOuhiRPQZO6VX/s320/DSC_2025_2525-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div>Holy cow, taking family pictures is such a stress to me. There's the outfits to pick, hoping everyone does their cute smile and not the fake one, hoping that it is a good hair day for all (but really mostly for me) and hoping that one, just ONE turns out. I usually just really dread it but I finally took the plunge and my cute friend Angie did it for us a few weeks ago. After close to two hours of posing, my boys were still standing and partially smiling (except for Kyler, he had had enough!). They really <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0qYCYPbjV_j3iOqgvC9rgFcKbkbW90fJta7DJuTES_QzEbyPtlbukL8fxIWMxTd0UlcVIMnFR3a20ev1JkEeQn0xhv_TpOVjwwXdLuIS29xlPxJNw-GU0X9r0WdoxYvxOotHtiLvpHrGx/s1600-h/DSC_2153_2652-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334439593485774066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0qYCYPbjV_j3iOqgvC9rgFcKbkbW90fJta7DJuTES_QzEbyPtlbukL8fxIWMxTd0UlcVIMnFR3a20ev1JkEeQn0xhv_TpOVjwwXdLuIS29xlPxJNw-GU0X9r0WdoxYvxOotHtiLvpHrGx/s320/DSC_2153_2652-2.jpg" border="0" /></a>were great sports about it all, they loved climbing on all of the trains and we even had a nice dinner afterwards at the Union Grill lookin' all cute and coordinated. That NEVER happens! These all are a few of my favs...</div><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334438260197356642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj30OZGlnJRY7_z5oTakQfspBOnMGc04RgH860zkfixTfkht-mWipxi9bVk048z6LxDXz879e4UKVTM5VKSzR0p_t-_yT3TQfgiVfMJ0Fp0YtemIPjOvTQuJBSnGVn0YbPELBA1yfqDzuiL/s320/DSC_2022_2521-2.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><div></div><div></div><div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927752075901816472noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591123119896338931.post-1796668437622467472009-04-20T16:19:00.000-07:002009-04-20T22:23:36.462-07:00"Mom, you look so pretty...."<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX7vB2lNe9KD8D5R7id5PDa1Cx_S4SHquZg-iyvQBGzfD5b3abuqtrt-F7On5jxu_4OFXsYc3XNovxx1-WlGkeDYhKPqs3t18OUNTUSP9aK6MQ39E7f8F4Xrq95x3A-mlyD-Qs6li4IED3/s1600-h/thinkclip.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327010219352807058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX7vB2lNe9KD8D5R7id5PDa1Cx_S4SHquZg-iyvQBGzfD5b3abuqtrt-F7On5jxu_4OFXsYc3XNovxx1-WlGkeDYhKPqs3t18OUNTUSP9aK6MQ39E7f8F4Xrq95x3A-mlyD-Qs6li4IED3/s320/thinkclip.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>The other day after Jed had gotten home from work we were just talking in the kitchen with Brek sitting at the counter watching us and he says, "Mom, you look so pretty....(long pause)....when you're not mad." It was so funny and sweet because I could tell that he really meant it. Since then I have really tried to not be "mad" like Brek thinks I get. Those mean/ugly faces probably come after I have asked him for the 500th (ok, probably only 3rd or 4th) time to do something. Brek is such a thinker and I know that a lot of things that I might say to him, sarcastic or not, he takes quite literally. I have to remind myself that yes, he is ONLY 7 and to not expect so much from him. I'm sure it's hard being the big brother.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>One other conversation with Brek that I don't want us to forget happened about a month ago. We were all in the car driving home and he asked how come some babies come out looking like their dads when they have grown for so long in the mom's belly. Jed and I just looked at each other, not sure exactly of what to say so I said well, what do you think? He says, oh I think I know...probably when the mom and dad kiss.....the dad gets lots of germs in the mom. Whoa! I just said that's pretty close and he was happy with his answer. Thankfully we were home by then and could get out of the car. I know we're not ready to have that conversation yet! He IS only 7!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927752075901816472noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591123119896338931.post-71365832127729182892009-04-02T21:28:00.000-07:002009-04-02T23:34:31.198-07:00Bring on the cake!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF-35ik3dqdUAGMzvvxbTZ78YXn8_SzqP4dGpPxBNHnLFnqCLnsBl8PNpn4_NFIuKPOFn9HKPCbYe17K0uObSGechHGaJgSVKx9jDp52v35TLwS4k3WxIJ6TB-dS7xhyphenhyphend_ogcehKcbJdsL/s1600-h/014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320326160795627410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF-35ik3dqdUAGMzvvxbTZ78YXn8_SzqP4dGpPxBNHnLFnqCLnsBl8PNpn4_NFIuKPOFn9HKPCbYe17K0uObSGechHGaJgSVKx9jDp52v35TLwS4k3WxIJ6TB-dS7xhyphenhyphend_ogcehKcbJdsL/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Isn't it absolutely crazy how fast and how slow a year can go by? It's hard to believe that just barely over a year ago, our cute Kyler came into this world. It seems like we've had him forever but yet being pregnant with him is still TOO fresh in my mind to know that it really wasn't quite so long ago. :) </div><div><br /></div><div></div><div>Kyler has been such a fun addition to our family. One thing I have loved about having the three boys is how much alike they have looked, especially during their first year. I mean, really, can't our genes come up with something new?? Sometimes I will see a picture and even I won't be sure which one of them it is. There are some differences though. Kyler has much more hair than Brek did (he was a baldy), it's darker than Kaden's was and whoa, where did his eyelashes come from?? So cute. </div><div></div><div></div><br /><div>He is a great baby and a FANTASTIC sleeper. I don't know how we got so lucky. Honestly, he gets excited to go lay down in his crib. He'll go down with a smile, look at the cars on his bumper pads and within a few minutes, he'll be out. So great except if I need to go somewhere and he misses a nap, then I'm in trouble. </div><div></div><div></div><br /><div>For Kyler's birthday we did two mini parties, one with Jed's side of the family and one with mine. Instead of buying a cake from the store, I found this cute cupcake cake mold and since my multi-talented husband (he got a hole-in-one the other day, 315-yards! but that's a story for another day) is quite the cake decorator, I thought we could give it a try. The first attempt didn't turn out so well, here's what survived of it (only the top half). Kyler didn't care what it looked like, only how it tasted. I know he liked it. :)</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPr4AMHYkaDsIMMUVHKbA5o0-U18UER4fYv6CAxPaTYE1oCFZblTzVyrGHEzzsWd91FB_FfUXUqRvvlp9aV0ERwX9Fp3bRdoAFZfeIOQQ9wQIZ2MvrO96XaQa36kFf13pA85p5qrwoZRpt/s1600-h/159.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFpnaw1L3VAq1UVagrFGEaWXlQRRwlrFcL1vS7EjE6YJSnqzrEBXhJdRxFRUgcgl3tBp2FWG1BhE2qHu-xNBvODIZVl6c-Q0AKkfJv8xwZYOd2g1jrGJyi7WkvdS7iLzpO8VfaIMsZ1Eis/s1600-h/127.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320335385804118674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFpnaw1L3VAq1UVagrFGEaWXlQRRwlrFcL1vS7EjE6YJSnqzrEBXhJdRxFRUgcgl3tBp2FWG1BhE2qHu-xNBvODIZVl6c-Q0AKkfJv8xwZYOd2g1jrGJyi7WkvdS7iLzpO8VfaIMsZ1Eis/s200/127.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfyAEs9sC7jvQ9TpkpSOFNnvtVIrHK8I69NKJrTuyzh8bsrdesk8Gp0G8K0mPrS9AbWeDWG5ffKKM16o-7uQRtb-SFOWARy3zbLF8vkfVrFc5_8IgSR-QgN4IdczLpns5d6iH78XwkIq2v/s1600-h/129.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhv-rHea2ki8m1WyfvFIeH_XUe81VnUrWY-WsX1P5Wfuc06y_j2g9JRXJJhlnMv9KERrfiaQoxDUKNFroslYP5c_BSPVgiPF24WMTOU421-jPubhKnjX03iVePfz7B1-jhT1PIxl09Ud-x/s1600-h/137.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320336305837203010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhv-rHea2ki8m1WyfvFIeH_XUe81VnUrWY-WsX1P5Wfuc06y_j2g9JRXJJhlnMv9KERrfiaQoxDUKNFroslYP5c_BSPVgiPF24WMTOU421-jPubhKnjX03iVePfz7B1-jhT1PIxl09Ud-x/s200/137.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFpnaw1L3VAq1UVagrFGEaWXlQRRwlrFcL1vS7EjE6YJSnqzrEBXhJdRxFRUgcgl3tBp2FWG1BhE2qHu-xNBvODIZVl6c-Q0AKkfJv8xwZYOd2g1jrGJyi7WkvdS7iLzpO8VfaIMsZ1Eis/s1600-h/127.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Round 2. The second attempt looked a lot nicer!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEp2Q540v8CmvXgstLiDy-OS3jAyTFzgDVgWW22Mb0G68XYqte9vhW4-IQi1soHGddsE1NVIW6DSMsjL2Cs_PvgqOSfoxm5CQSET7mAa8PMStj6nM1L_Lmr0UAOxhb47oWbhCTS6XSz5mM/s1600-h/160.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320334449620750674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEp2Q540v8CmvXgstLiDy-OS3jAyTFzgDVgWW22Mb0G68XYqte9vhW4-IQi1soHGddsE1NVIW6DSMsjL2Cs_PvgqOSfoxm5CQSET7mAa8PMStj6nM1L_Lmr0UAOxhb47oWbhCTS6XSz5mM/s200/160.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2U_fSXnAZEgYWjSvn-eF95OivQQgNUR4a04mqWq0uKiyHHqlhyEm7N1vUsSV7sD2IHX_h8nDIFWdoUpjnXWMNU8YkLf3v9bBrCtubrasirAoyLpOgFJuPiVohcLyMY0_djX2JARl7vnst/s1600-h/156.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320333883864114258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2U_fSXnAZEgYWjSvn-eF95OivQQgNUR4a04mqWq0uKiyHHqlhyEm7N1vUsSV7sD2IHX_h8nDIFWdoUpjnXWMNU8YkLf3v9bBrCtubrasirAoyLpOgFJuPiVohcLyMY0_djX2JARl7vnst/s200/156.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja7U3sCejNdyRw8_HffjwlyEcpHZR0C5NZxcuEUS994IzAsJBVCRrPWxJwvw2CpdH_qfrmpqZfhVX6kBOE6Z4qxoZzQtpMpEGniBKoDWDvuDT9u_CIBZmpgDCtEMtxtT4AXwk51nmjV_NV/s1600-h/159.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br />I just love my baby Kyler and I'm excited to see what/who this little boy will become. I know I went a little picture crazy but how could I not? He's so fun to look at!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320345786547212658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWZPUAPHKZptLjVygPolZk4pbV-RUNgittj7i9AOx32uAdviZg4NzCxfKG7rCxfjXZiQO1hrDotYxN5tHOk-QgwOjSJaZPJbk6XKDcdCPBN3hpjc-jdXltWU2U5MXPMfSn7LFiHtzgHTio/s400/005.JPG" border="0" />Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927752075901816472noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591123119896338931.post-23321624032392596472009-03-19T20:51:00.000-07:002009-03-19T21:00:21.623-07:00Naptime<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivp1IZzoFX3CMPcmhmMBzJ3bqnJRHmbrPFqJsy0UVWUlO-Hg9iKVEP-i2LfCGGsCmpE0OQUqvXR18RdrRldSMbjBbsLlNiiz4OnZbMZmChO4VdzXldf_mlDh8dSHLt1COSWDmzuELZ8nnt/s1600-h/SDC10251.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315113715602070242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivp1IZzoFX3CMPcmhmMBzJ3bqnJRHmbrPFqJsy0UVWUlO-Hg9iKVEP-i2LfCGGsCmpE0OQUqvXR18RdrRldSMbjBbsLlNiiz4OnZbMZmChO4VdzXldf_mlDh8dSHLt1COSWDmzuELZ8nnt/s320/SDC10251.JPG" border="0" /></a>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927752075901816472noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591123119896338931.post-81396479598091899622009-03-11T21:16:00.000-07:002009-03-11T22:42:01.629-07:00Big G is 61!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_7rFRlwhphGOFr5IzvmW8vWoAhpPmzYMnmlcgPcRuqqIJnYENBGSzIlkUzVuvRnQ4dvcUCSty36cB90tMufwyPPHOGtHMF05iPPmuE92xef8NcCZ1tsvBvFa-nYZGMxoo0QQ3IyqaO8Ih/s1600-h/SDC10233.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312166181134743970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_7rFRlwhphGOFr5IzvmW8vWoAhpPmzYMnmlcgPcRuqqIJnYENBGSzIlkUzVuvRnQ4dvcUCSty36cB90tMufwyPPHOGtHMF05iPPmuE92xef8NcCZ1tsvBvFa-nYZGMxoo0QQ3IyqaO8Ih/s320/SDC10233.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><div><div><div><div><br /></div><div>My mom celebrated her 61st birthday on Saturday. When I was younger, I don't think I ever thought about the actual age of my parents but thinking about it now, it actually makes ME feel older. Right now, I am older than my mom was when she had me, whoa. How did I get to be 32?!? I know, I know, age is just a number but geez, I would be happy to say I was 32 forever! </div><div><br /> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Being my mom's only girl, I can finally admit that I was probably a little spoiled. Okay, a lot spoiled. She always has and still does way too much for everyone but I think that's just the way she likes it. I didn't even know how to do laundry when I got married for heaven's sake! I have since learned and I'm finding that I am becoming a little bit more like her. I haven't started leaving little notes for the boys telling them to wipe their feet off before they come into the house because I just mopped the floor but that's probably just because they really can't read yet. She still does that for my dad though. Jed and I are always laughing at the notes we find at their house. I've even almost made Brek and Kaden open and close the drawers on their dresser 100 times because they leave them open ALL OF THE TIME and it drives me crazy (something she did to my brothers). It takes being a mom to finally understand and appreciate everything a mom actually does so thanks mom! I love you!</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div align="left">Oh, and for her birthday, I made these cute little cupcake pops that I found <a href="http://bakerella.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html">here</a>. They were a total pain in the butt to make and a little too chocolatey for me but I was proud of myself. They looked pretty professional. The picture doesn't do them justice! :)<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimE_M2E0SZwI8B2bGQgJ3ZXYJIpfIBPTqizKQX2BfqNLisBrXkcxhhZ8K1EmBgddCvVen8lq4xp_2_pne4j5WJmsml1UAZ2pFyHzat-mFguhdBHb9c5DR88MIkQP3ZSMayCQCd2ygr4oc7/s1600-h/cupcakes.jpg"></a></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312164998028402354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN89vp9l9y2_KdUugpd5DSPfc-7c0E4I9G1glouobA3KLp0dhAdXT1O25DXaCESGryZVPaV-0Wus7CHeut9SUbPkxIcOxqF5-WZU-SoJyd5_kjaIEonVDY7IOM3jd3SIsrs8lao3og-XQO/s320/SDC10225.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimE_M2E0SZwI8B2bGQgJ3ZXYJIpfIBPTqizKQX2BfqNLisBrXkcxhhZ8K1EmBgddCvVen8lq4xp_2_pne4j5WJmsml1UAZ2pFyHzat-mFguhdBHb9c5DR88MIkQP3ZSMayCQCd2ygr4oc7/s1600-h/cupcakes.jpg"></a></div></div></div></div></div>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927752075901816472noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591123119896338931.post-4789975716788372352009-02-19T22:02:00.001-08:002009-02-19T23:10:18.077-08:00FINALLY!<span style="font-size:130%;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd3Z_5iWzRR4jGXsIHOBwj8yhdZ6wtcAdICYAtL5qYwRH37GA_iZrkFCwBvv_XFyyZd0mEq6mc3lRAwaWNlq1fVV_IPtSBZUz8CjSJaLznNgQs7mVH1vspZlg_5b25IwUbsk8jc8WlpJcK/s1600-h/SDC10177.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304756077071993490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd3Z_5iWzRR4jGXsIHOBwj8yhdZ6wtcAdICYAtL5qYwRH37GA_iZrkFCwBvv_XFyyZd0mEq6mc3lRAwaWNlq1fVV_IPtSBZUz8CjSJaLznNgQs7mVH1vspZlg_5b25IwUbsk8jc8WlpJcK/s320/SDC10177.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Brek</span> has had his two front teeth loose since probably Thanksgiving. I thought for sure that they would be out by Christmas. Boy, was I wrong. They had been hanging, dangling, whatever you want to call it for two weeks but with a little bit of bribery, Jed was FINALLY allowed to pull the last one last Monday. The bribe (by me) was given to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Brek</span> when it was the Classic Fun Center night for the elementary school. Both <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Brek</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Kaden</span> love going there and I told <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Brek</span> that morning that if he got that ugly tooth out of his mouth by the end of the school day then we could go that night. He agreed! Jed just shook his head at me, knowing that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Brek</span> would never get it out but was happy at the same time because he was going to make me stick to my word about NOT going to Classic Fun Center unless the tooth was out.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Well, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Brek</span> came home from school and the tooth was still in his mouth. I reminded him of our deal and of course, tears followed. He said that he had been wiggling it all day but it just wouldn't come out. He wanted me to try! I didn't want to do it. I've never pulled a tooth before, it really seems kind of gross to me and I knew what would happen if I were to try to pull it and it didn't come out. More tears....and that is exactly what happened. I felt bad, even though it was just hanging there, it really was still kind of stuck in the gums. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Brek</span> didn't want Jed to do it because he thought that he would make it hurt too bad so he spent the next 20 minutes crying about it. He was so afraid of the pain and Jed just told him he needed to get up enough courage to let him pull it. A few minutes later, I was in the kitchen and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Brek</span> comes walking in wide-eyed and reaches for a paper towel. He had let Jed pull it. Jed had just put his finger nail behind the tooth and ripped the sucker out. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Brek</span> was so proud once it was out and off we were to Classic Fun Center! </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">From the looks of his teeth, I think we better start saving for the braces now!</span></div><div></div>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927752075901816472noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591123119896338931.post-76588942792189425422009-02-19T14:04:00.000-08:002009-02-19T14:05:35.229-08:00My Favorite Valentine<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtWnSl0RaDxc4F6Rjma3IruWoWeML7xQm4f2MWEBVvrqREr9NhobqmNd2_CIwAtw1JdRYakmA0I1oNRpeIfJJcEAN3VO6-6xfH9Crlb4mlY_HgBGVS-tNaO_oPmsYI8b9suLgrlbgJqMEu/s1600-h/wonder.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304633027222266194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtWnSl0RaDxc4F6Rjma3IruWoWeML7xQm4f2MWEBVvrqREr9NhobqmNd2_CIwAtw1JdRYakmA0I1oNRpeIfJJcEAN3VO6-6xfH9Crlb4mlY_HgBGVS-tNaO_oPmsYI8b9suLgrlbgJqMEu/s320/wonder.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927752075901816472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591123119896338931.post-47879343683026957832009-02-08T22:43:00.000-08:002009-02-08T23:52:40.548-08:00Time Long Ago<blockquote><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNY2f1gtKRZ4oyvyM03Y-oh1P4NF_ApwYg11XesLk8kgKh8HoQFCL_fmlyjDe8cZuqC6_mws8MrFYHwXu6NaQRpKv1Bvh_Y_s9kwsUq_IAcAuSVCtOVKdNRnLR0qOjLgnYntwJgnzFyfS3/s1600-h/SDC10165.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNY2f1gtKRZ4oyvyM03Y-oh1P4NF_ApwYg11XesLk8kgKh8HoQFCL_fmlyjDe8cZuqC6_mws8MrFYHwXu6NaQRpKv1Bvh_Y_s9kwsUq_IAcAuSVCtOVKdNRnLR0qOjLgnYntwJgnzFyfS3/s1600-h/SDC10165.JPG"></blockquote></a><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif3OHEVw3J4wYVvtOWpYEAED9d3Wf_UYqKWFPOkwnQ3OFxbZx0WRtRtf2Y5X38AQI6Ajlr81x1fhH5Aqux5A9ufQw9uqay4YzjZ5mTOu3CkQzl72jOiq4cEnhY8MhuxK3OqYhce2e4tUSr/s1600-h/SDC10158.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300684965305210242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif3OHEVw3J4wYVvtOWpYEAED9d3Wf_UYqKWFPOkwnQ3OFxbZx0WRtRtf2Y5X38AQI6Ajlr81x1fhH5Aqux5A9ufQw9uqay4YzjZ5mTOu3CkQzl72jOiq4cEnhY8MhuxK3OqYhce2e4tUSr/s320/SDC10158.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-size:130%;">This is my cute Kaden. The middle child. My favorite thing about him right now is listening to him talk and to hear him say time long ago. That's his way of saying something happened a long time ago. A little dyslexia maybe? I must talk about things that happened a long time ago all the time so he is always saying that things happened time long ago. He tries so hard to explain things the best he can but I think I am the only one who can really understand him. Whenever someone asks him WHEN something happened, his answer: time long ago.<br /></span></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">My not so favorite thing about Kaden right now is helping him to decide what to wear for the day. Now I understand that I need to let him have his choices and most days I let him choose (as long as we are just going to be home all day) but what does a 3 year old know about style? He actually tells me if he thinks the outfit matches or not. He thinks that polo shirts are only for church and if it were up to him, everyday would be a Spiderman shirt day. He can be so agreeable one day and such a fighter the next day. Last week before church he spent 1 HOUR crying because he did not want to wear the shoes I had picked out for him. Full on bawling and kicking. THAT was a fun church day. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Oh, and this is what Jed does to Kyler before going to bed. Feeds him an oreo cookie. Look how tired his eyes are. </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyltyKTXmOS2KqqsuCnDNdaSldPq7mH7zC1u1h7MQI-f4cRxtf1eSQOKGaBP7aEGy4uyTWsxpUm1WxV0Q5LGAerj-nd4pPaiTPVuN8Z07SjqAObKoCxxrZ95DhWh_mR1wLIzngYWkk-Yg1/s1600-h/SDC10165.JPG"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300700291534815026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyltyKTXmOS2KqqsuCnDNdaSldPq7mH7zC1u1h7MQI-f4cRxtf1eSQOKGaBP7aEGy4uyTWsxpUm1WxV0Q5LGAerj-nd4pPaiTPVuN8Z07SjqAObKoCxxrZ95DhWh_mR1wLIzngYWkk-Yg1/s320/SDC10165.JPG" border="0" /></span></a></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhym0bpTbiXsQllHPe3KhwJ6EPrsssPLBXi04abGrDshBhYg8Hn2JG2gykGsfXl8BDJ1T_HL5TdK09TL5iepFJPNOvUfuDKf7Z-tHLZdjOybN2pq-Y7kgEcZiUPtG9wsQXf7D7__xfxDZTW/s1600-h/SDC10165.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></a></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhym0bpTbiXsQllHPe3KhwJ6EPrsssPLBXi04abGrDshBhYg8Hn2JG2gykGsfXl8BDJ1T_HL5TdK09TL5iepFJPNOvUfuDKf7Z-tHLZdjOybN2pq-Y7kgEcZiUPtG9wsQXf7D7__xfxDZTW/s1600-h/SDC10165.JPG"></a></p><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;"></p></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><div><br /></span> </div>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927752075901816472noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591123119896338931.post-66463175638117468422009-01-25T22:21:00.000-08:002009-01-25T22:54:57.197-08:00Hot dog!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz1yBznCkBr7uOfyYpC8RL2UD2aM4pYCCt8laGmvNI7Mes3rTUVAYVKur_U7r2AJJ5nQ0KnhmmyVOuODskgCWzU03vT_263nKGcRIIBDH2KzxPbxuvhUyVoBOtTLcJvghbKS2mySWvrrGh/s1600-h/usappliance_2035_258698518.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295484577527191874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz1yBznCkBr7uOfyYpC8RL2UD2aM4pYCCt8laGmvNI7Mes3rTUVAYVKur_U7r2AJJ5nQ0KnhmmyVOuODskgCWzU03vT_263nKGcRIIBDH2KzxPbxuvhUyVoBOtTLcJvghbKS2mySWvrrGh/s320/usappliance_2035_258698518.gif" border="0" /></a> Here is our new grill courtesy of KSL classifields and Jed's psycho obession with checking the ads on KSL daily. Seriously, he is addicted and is very close to driving me absolutely crazy with all of the "great deals" he is finding. From a four wheeler to wood (for finishing our basement?!?) to this grill, not to mention a grill for his mom and dad, and oh, I forget the TWO mountain bikes - all purchased within the last two months from KSL. I know that there would be more items to add to the list had he called the sellers just a little bit sooner, that Bosch mixer that got away is STILL eating at him.<br /><br />He is grounded from searching the classifields for a month (his doing, not mine). I don't think he can do it but he is taking requests from people at his work of what to search for once the month is up. He's going to start finding great deals for other people. How nice! At least it won't be our money he's spending however, we will have a great summer. Barbecue, anyone?Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927752075901816472noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591123119896338931.post-27087687358560346512009-01-19T22:06:00.000-08:002009-01-19T22:31:47.332-08:00"Obama's probably doin' some research..."<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVLSnQnspXkY8hSmRO7yNskJDhgC8BmoK5-tHiFBhUn-SCk9edUjiY6PgeTKwm13KF5S470Za-1LN-vg6hHVqfcbmL2UKd_SlY6np0o7vlpHSHWmxpHAmlgGP9tLa6qq8fBOPnub3JzhCc/s1600-h/obama.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293259606250215122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVLSnQnspXkY8hSmRO7yNskJDhgC8BmoK5-tHiFBhUn-SCk9edUjiY6PgeTKwm13KF5S470Za-1LN-vg6hHVqfcbmL2UKd_SlY6np0o7vlpHSHWmxpHAmlgGP9tLa6qq8fBOPnub3JzhCc/s320/obama.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Tonight on the Disney channel there was a kid's inaugural party/concert on. Brek, Kaden and I caught the tail end of it. It was actually pretty fun to watch. It had the typical Disney channel stars on it, singing and all of that stuff. What was fun for me to see was that Michelle Obama was right there in the front row with her girls, singing and dancing to the Jonas Brothers! It was just cute. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I've been talking to Brek about how Barack Obama is going to be sworn in tomorrow as the new President, hoping he can understand a little about the whole process and how exciting this inauguration is. As we were watching that program on tv, he asked where is Obama? I said that I didn't know, trying to think of an answer to give him. And then he said "Oh, I know, Obama's probably doin' some research on how to be president." It was so matter of fact and with such a serious face. I'd never heard him use the word research before either. I just smiled and said probably. Hopefully, Obama has already done all the research he needs.</div>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927752075901816472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591123119896338931.post-13667036535374212052009-01-10T19:11:00.000-08:002009-01-10T19:30:35.285-08:00What am I doing???<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR9bQSLbKrH7_qErhcKCiCUn2Yjs7cs3T0hFw4PWOaxatdrshS9_LU_BQjYT-zfqCVS3pF-UAGJrbukUdgLdJXDNTsuIuVv7CAcLXHa8QqHWrc-ugv1M0gBQqK4q3oYiZsyoe8tgoCcT-t/s1600-h/PICT0591.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289872895740601874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR9bQSLbKrH7_qErhcKCiCUn2Yjs7cs3T0hFw4PWOaxatdrshS9_LU_BQjYT-zfqCVS3pF-UAGJrbukUdgLdJXDNTsuIuVv7CAcLXHa8QqHWrc-ugv1M0gBQqK4q3oYiZsyoe8tgoCcT-t/s320/PICT0591.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span >So I have been wanting to start a blog for a long time and finally I have done it - all by myself! I am finding that I could probably use a tutor though, maybe to show me all the tricks and easy ways to do stuff. I mostly wanted to start this because I am so dang forgetful and I really do want to remember all the cuteness my little boys have now, while they are still so cute. I am a horrible scrapbooker/journal writer so I feel like this is killing two birds with one stone! Let's see how I do....</span></div>Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927752075901816472noreply@blogger.com0