tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83235443188335135352024-03-13T03:11:27.772-07:00Living LifeAmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01167413975308506460noreply@blogger.comBlogger147125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323544318833513535.post-86947306373312979752010-09-21T21:16:00.000-07:002010-09-21T22:14:35.225-07:00autumn checklistso long sweet summer. i will miss your golden rays of scorching sun. i will long for your hot starry nights. i will dream about being at the lake. you truly are a magnificent season and i will await your return. oh summer, how i love you.<br />but now i welcome, with open arms, you autumn. you bring me crisp cool nights that make snuggling under a blanket so delicious. you grace the trees and mountains with your vibrant colors. you allow the unpacking of my favorite cardigans and skinny jeans. you invite pumpkin and hot chocolate back into my daily life. your fragrances are mouth watering and cozy. oh autumn, how i love you.<br />my favorite seasons. what a great time in my life right now. i think God might have planned it this way just for me. i love the summer so much and there is no better way for it to end then with the beginning of autumn. there is so much i love about autumn so i have made a list about all the things i would like to experience during this short, magnificent time of year:<br /><br />- take family pictures in the mountains/trees<br />- take the boys to a pumpkin patch<br />- make leaf piles and jump into them with the littles<br />- go miniature golfing when it's decorated for halloween<br />- make owen a wolf costume<br />- fashion a teepee and spend the day playing make believe<br />- go to an afternoon football game<br />- drink apple cider<br />- make pumpkin spice cookies(like maybe once a week)<br />- cook pumpkin seeds<br />- take owen to frightmares<br />- go to a corn maze<br />- make a blanket<br />- paint/carve/decorate pumpkins<br />- go to lunch with old friends<br />- bring back friday craft day with melissa<br />- read<br />- paint my fingernails and toenails rich, dark colors<br />- wear tights, boots, hoodies, hats and belts<br /><br />the list goes on and on, but i will leave it at that for now. so much to look forward to, i don't think i am going to be able to sleep tonight.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/TJmOmfuvrwI/AAAAAAAACZc/fYTYHIqdNU4/s1600/DSC_0144.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/TJmOmfuvrwI/AAAAAAAACZc/fYTYHIqdNU4/s400/DSC_0144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519599610322988802" border="0" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/TJmOl2Fm6bI/AAAAAAAACZU/YqnJnRKFA78/s1600/DSC_0136.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/TJmOl2Fm6bI/AAAAAAAACZU/YqnJnRKFA78/s400/DSC_0136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519599599144593842" border="0" /></a>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01167413975308506460noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323544318833513535.post-15783217103756087712010-03-08T21:12:00.001-08:002010-03-08T22:25:37.164-08:00"we are having some trouble here".......not really something you want to hear from your two year old in the other room, but man it's the truth. the last three days have been something else.<br /><br />Friday, middle of the night(so really Saturday morning):<br />Owen wakes up crying and yelling mommy. i go into his room. he is crying and wants me to sleep with him. i am in his bed for a couple hours, wake up and go back to bed. later that morning he wakes up again, crying and yelling for mommy. i go into his room and he is sitting on his bed crying and shaking. i ask him what's wrong and he says "i'm just so, so sad" i ask why but he only answers with "cause". i ask him if he had a bad dream, no. then i realize that he is really hot. i ask him if he feels sick and he says yes. so i let him calm down and after about an hour take his temp and it's 101.4. we sit on the couch and watch movies. later, he throws up. a little on himself, but mostly in the bowl i brought out just in case. this is only the 2nd time he has ever really thrown up, but it wasn't too much. i gave him Tylenol and he wants to get up and do stuff. thinking he is better after the throw up. later in the afternoon he wants to just sit and snuggle again and he falls asleep. after his nap his temp is back up and he is not happy. more medicine and movies and by dinner time he seems to be doing much better. he ate some food and was happy the rest of the night.<br />Sunday morning:<br />Owen woke up happy and feeling good. we have church at 9. he had no sign of sickness. i thought we should probably stay home just in case but i was thinking that maybe that was just my excuse cause i didn't really feel like getting in the shower and getting ready for church myself. we decided to go to sacrament meeting only. everything is fine during testimony meeting. owen is sitting on my lap and kind burps a little. i automatically put my hand up to his mouth and out comes vomit. please don't cover someone's mouth when they are throwing up, it only makes things worse. luckily i moved my hand pretty quick and grabbed nixon's blanket in time to get the 2nd round of puke. it was super gross. all over me and owen and the bench. i cradled owen in my arms and we left. don't worry, jason did go back and sterilize the bench. after that episode, owen seemed to be okay. he just wanted to watch movies the rest of the day.<br />Monday:<br />owen woke up crabby. i decided to take work off because i did not want mom to have to deal with crabby pants and any throw up messes. there was no more throw up but he was super moody and weird and whiny. about ten minutes after jason tucked him into bed he came out and said "mom, i need to tell you guys someping" i of course said no, you need to go to bed. he said "but I am all wet" sure enough the back of his shirt and pants were soaked and even the front of his hair was a little wet. he told me he pee'd. he still wears DIAPERS!! i had changed his diaper before bed and when we got his pants off i could see that it was crooked and weird and almost completely dry! apparently he was just like messing with his diaper and then pee'd all over, i don't know but it was a mess. jason showered him while i cleaned his bed and put new sheets on. 45 minutes later he was back in bed.<br /><br />it has been a rough couple days. hopefully tomorrow will be better cause for real, i can't take much more.<br />yeah, owen does say the title to this post. he also says "we need a little help in here" mostly if nixon spits up when i am not in the same room. it's very funny.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/S5XgY69PMKI/AAAAAAAACY8/Dvy6NWdmUCQ/s1600-h/12-13-2009+036.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/S5XgY69PMKI/AAAAAAAACY8/Dvy6NWdmUCQ/s400/12-13-2009+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446506043122069666" border="0" /></a>this picture of owen was taken 12/6/09 and the one of nixon was taken 2/14/10. pretty much what our last few days have looked like though.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/S5XaaCRw55I/AAAAAAAACYk/Gcr-3GrcTOs/s1600-h/3-1-10+D3000+063.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/S5XaaCRw55I/AAAAAAAACYk/Gcr-3GrcTOs/s400/3-1-10+D3000+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446499465197315986" border="0" /></a>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01167413975308506460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323544318833513535.post-11616962254233142192010-03-01T21:09:00.001-08:002010-03-08T22:26:18.076-08:00notes from the undergroundoh blogging...how I've missed you. My intentions have been to get caught up on all my blog posts from Halloween through Valentines Day. I have lots of stuff I want to share and remember, but every time I decided to do a post, it was to much for me to handle. All the time it was going to take for our butt slow computer to get my pictures downloaded onto each post. All the remembering and brain sifting I was going to have to do...it was overwhelming. The final straw was losing my memory card and not having every picture taken from December through New Year's(yeah, I dropped my camera a the Dashboard concert and i guess my memory card fell out. super sucky!)<br />Now I am going to start over with a new month in a new year and do my best to stay caught up. I am still going to try and post all my old stuff cause there are some pretty good times from the last few months, but that will happen slowly.<br />For now enjoy my short update on the little's and our lives...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/S4yfncy7VoI/AAAAAAAACYE/jFmOFT99ZuA/s1600-h/3-1-10+D3000+040.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/S4yfncy7VoI/AAAAAAAACYE/jFmOFT99ZuA/s400/3-1-10+D3000+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443901549677598338" border="0" /></a>Nixon J is 7 1/2 months old and slobbery as ever. Seriously. Constant stream of drool coming out of that boys mouth. He got his two bottom teeth just after 4 months and his two side teeth are coming in now. That's right people..not his two front teeth, his two side teeth. Poor boy is going to be a hillbilly.<br />Here is a little update on Nixon:<br />-- he loves holding hands. really, any physical contact, but he has to be holding hands to fall <br /> asleep.<br />-- he wants constant attention and pretty much demands it<br />-- he turns around on his belly but shows no sign of crawling yet<br />-- he chews on everything<br />-- he is eating baby foods and some table foods now. he is kind of an oinker.<br />-- he laughs his face off at pretty much everything Owen does and at Owen's stuffed Nemo<br />-- he smiles and laughs a lot (as long as he is getting attention)<br />-- he loves standing up and is balancing pretty good when he standing up against the couch and <br /> stuff<br />-- he likes music<br />-- he waves goodbye(this kids of goes in spurts). he does the open and shut hand wave and it is<br /> super cute.<br />-- he jabbers a lot and very loudly(not sure where he gets that)<br />-- he is very offended if Jason walks by him with no acknowledgement<br /><br />probably lots of other things too, but I need to move on. He is darling and fun and we love him. I am ready for him to be crawling. The laying on his belly all stiff with his arms and legs up is getting to be a little much for me to handle, yeah, mobility is fun.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/S4yflSW3E3I/AAAAAAAACXk/27iX6JaFcV0/s1600-h/DSC_0028.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/S4yflSW3E3I/AAAAAAAACXk/27iX6JaFcV0/s400/DSC_0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443901512515785586" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/S4yfm6_zpNI/AAAAAAAACX8/OKjLMbxA_vQ/s1600-h/3-1-10+D3000+079.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/S4yfm6_zpNI/AAAAAAAACX8/OKjLMbxA_vQ/s400/3-1-10+D3000+079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443901540604814546" border="0" /></a><br />Owen will be 3 in April. Everyday there is something new and funny and naughty going on with this kid:<br />-- he loves puzzles and he is very good at them, like kind of geniusy good at them.<br />-- he loves books and stories. he is always asking someone to tell him a story. he loves to get the flashlight and have a camp out wherever he is and tell stories<br />-- he still loves guns and swords and wants to "sword you", "shoot you right in the eye", "rope you" or "weapon you" pretty much everything he plays with eventually becomes some kind of weapon. not really sure if i should worry about that yet.<br />-- he is starting to love playing "baksitball" (see my kids not a total nerd)<br />-- he loved playing in the snow and having snowball fights this winter<br />-- he is very naughty and he kind of likes it. he goes under my mom's kitchen table and just yells all of his naughty words(shut up, stupid and hate are at the top of his list) i guess he thinks that is free space since we can't see him and he is not saying directly to anyone. there is really no stopping it cause whoever is in the room can't help laughing at him.<br />-- yeah, he is definitely in the pushing the limits phase and really tries me some days. hopefully won't last all through his 3 year oldness<br />-- he is wild. loves running and being chased and he is very loud too.<br />-- he talks a lot, sometimes non-stop. my favorite words/phrases are "that's terrible", "that doesn't sound like a great idea", "mom, i have to ask you a question"<br />-- he wants to wear underpants and use the toilet but he doesn't get that he is not supposed to pee before he gets to the toilet. we are working on it.<br />-- he says the prayer and it's one of the cutest things ever.<br />-- he sings at the top of his lungs and really likes music<br />-- he went to his first concert, Dashboard Confessional. It was outdoors in Ogden as part of the Dew Tour and he ripped his gloves and mittens off as soon as they started playing so that he could play his air guitar. he couldn't/wouldn't do it with gloves on.<br />-- he is very curious and wants to know all about stuff<br />-- he is starting to rhyme and always wants to know what time it is<br /><br />really, he learns something and does something new everyday. he makes me so happy. he is ready for nixon to play and be wild with him and i can tell that nixon is ready too. pretty sure these two are going to keep me on my toes...wild hooligans.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/S4yflghpc0I/AAAAAAAACXs/JrOtgKIJA-k/s1600-h/2122010+010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/S4yflghpc0I/AAAAAAAACXs/JrOtgKIJA-k/s400/2122010+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443901516319126338" border="0" /></a><br />so, the boys are good. life is good. jason is set to graduate this year and i cannot express the anxiousness I am having for him to be done with school so we can move onto something different in our lives. it is very exciting and we are very ready for our next step. i am determined to stay updated on my blog so that you can all enjoy me once again!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01167413975308506460noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323544318833513535.post-71697745991267148852009-10-26T21:37:00.000-07:002009-11-13T21:17:33.810-08:00naptimefor the last month or so, jas and i have been wondering if owen has outgrown naptime...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SvugTUwv0KI/AAAAAAAACU8/DlkwV4bd-rc/s1600-h/11-3-2009+042.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SvugTUwv0KI/AAAAAAAACU8/DlkwV4bd-rc/s400/11-3-2009+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403088431812169890" border="0" /></a>shopping with me in walmart. using a nerf sword as a pillow.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SvugSulj9wI/AAAAAAAACUs/J1xFXG5jP38/s1600-h/10-8-09+015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SvugSulj9wI/AAAAAAAACUs/J1xFXG5jP38/s400/10-8-09+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403088421564708610" border="0" /></a>in the middle of dinner. he knocked himself over and was fast asleep.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SvugSNEY8JI/AAAAAAAACUk/95Ulr-sTOf4/s1600-h/10-8-09+014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SvugSNEY8JI/AAAAAAAACUk/95Ulr-sTOf4/s400/10-8-09+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403088412567203986" border="0" /></a>didn't even have time to put the cheeseburger down.<br /><br />due to the nature of these pictures, we decided to resume naptime.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SvugSyhNF2I/AAAAAAAACU0/sf2pUnJtbhw/s1600-h/10-8-09+022.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SvugSyhNF2I/AAAAAAAACU0/sf2pUnJtbhw/s400/10-8-09+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403088422620174178" border="0" /></a>this is how my boy likes to sleep...hiding. when i tuck him in he says he is "gettin in his hiding spot" and nearly every night when i check on him before i go to bed, this is what he looks like. he has been like this for most his life, so we don't worry too much about him suffocating. jason and i both like our faces kind of buried when we sleep too and i think nixon may turn out the same way. as soon as you nuzzle a blanket against part of his face his eyes start rolling. whatever helps you sleep at night..hehe!<br /></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01167413975308506460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323544318833513535.post-33372333111084945102009-10-06T21:43:00.000-07:002009-11-13T21:01:23.339-08:00perks of superstardomforget bonuses, pay raises, paid time off...this is what you get for being an awesome employee at my work.<br />today my boss and co-worker rewarded me for excellence. i guess they felt my good work was not worthy of using the gas in their cars so they picked something up for me on their afternoon walk. never mind that there is a bread store, candy store and jewelry store within 2 blocks of our place of employment...nope, those would not suffice...the mexican groceteria was the only place that made sense. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SuZ6x1Wq6lI/AAAAAAAACUU/99edzxgjkFs/s1600-h/10-8-09+030.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SuZ6x1Wq6lI/AAAAAAAACUU/99edzxgjkFs/s400/10-8-09+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397136200004463186" border="0" /></a><span style="text-decoration: underline;">t</span>hank goodness for my guardian angel. she has already blessed my life more than Bonnie and Laurie will ever know!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SuZ6yUrGOxI/AAAAAAAACUc/LvGQ1GN9pLw/s1600-h/10-8-09+031.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SuZ6yUrGOxI/AAAAAAAACUc/LvGQ1GN9pLw/s400/10-8-09+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397136208411638546" border="0" /></a>FROSTED TOAST!!! seriously...don't you wish you had my job!?!<br />(frosted toast is as nasty as it sounds. it smelled like sweaty feet and the bread was as crusty as bread can get)<br /><br />thank goodness for people that make me laugh at work!!!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01167413975308506460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323544318833513535.post-23632749209679975432009-10-03T21:50:00.000-07:002009-11-13T22:03:34.378-08:00puttin on mine nakeup<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SvuiksfKsfI/AAAAAAAACVk/esmucQBt01c/s1600-h/10-8-09+025.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SvuiksfKsfI/AAAAAAAACVk/esmucQBt01c/s400/10-8-09+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403090929261916658" border="0" /></a> ME: hi owen. what are you doin?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">OWEN: ummm, puttin on mine nakeup.<br />ME: oh! are you getting ready for something?<br />OWEN: yeah.<br />ME: what are you getting ready for?<br />OWEN: puttin on my mad face.<br />ME: what are you going to do with your mad face?<br />OWEN: so i can say roar<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SvuilE0v7kI/AAAAAAAACVs/zidb_8a6QZ8/s1600-h/10-8-09+026.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SvuilE0v7kI/AAAAAAAACVs/zidb_8a6QZ8/s400/10-8-09+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403090935794888258" border="0" /></a>you gotta love a little boy putting on makeup!<br /></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01167413975308506460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323544318833513535.post-3477179788854103392009-09-18T21:31:00.000-07:002009-11-13T22:03:55.099-08:00craft day<div style="text-align: center;">Craft day with sisters is the best! Melissa and I saw these cutest witches brooms at Tai Pan last time we were there and of course I said, "we could totally make those" and for some crazy reason, Melissa went along with it. I love it when she does that! The highlights of making these brooms...<br />- driving on Canyon Road and spotting our broomstick handles<br />- making my broom and then making melissa's broom too. just kidding sis, but seriously, she really struggled with the glueing portion of our craft.<br />- conversations with satan who was haunting our cell phones<br />- melissa wanting to take owen home with her because she feared for his life due to my zero patience with him<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SuZ5VewH2tI/AAAAAAAACT8/56IIj3fJx-o/s1600-h/10-8-09+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SuZ5VewH2tI/AAAAAAAACT8/56IIj3fJx-o/s400/10-8-09+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397134613389236946" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SuZ5V1YJcTI/AAAAAAAACUE/oyCGfjMWGiA/s1600-h/10-8-09+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SuZ5V1YJcTI/AAAAAAAACUE/oyCGfjMWGiA/s400/10-8-09+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397134619462693170" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SuZ5WQRKUvI/AAAAAAAACUM/Ntwon_OWyOo/s1600-h/10-8-09+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SuZ5WQRKUvI/AAAAAAAACUM/Ntwon_OWyOo/s400/10-8-09+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397134626681148146" border="0" /></a>thanks for the fun sister! cant' wait for the next one!<br /></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01167413975308506460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323544318833513535.post-28148500896997501012009-09-09T23:23:00.000-07:002009-10-26T21:30:51.236-07:00cute new shirt and boredom = lots of pictsI got this shirt for Owen for $2 and I love, love the slim fit and colors of it so much. He looked way too cute for me not to take some pictures. Enjoy my handsome little man...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StQCxkgJQeI/AAAAAAAACTI/L_m8TGsFnwA/s1600-h/9-10-09+087.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StQCxkgJQeI/AAAAAAAACTI/L_m8TGsFnwA/s400/9-10-09+087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391937704504672738" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StQBprj1K7I/AAAAAAAACRw/yeb1Na0WW_Y/s1600-h/9-10-09+083.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StQBprj1K7I/AAAAAAAACRw/yeb1Na0WW_Y/s400/9-10-09+083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391936469448600498" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StQBo9CCDDI/AAAAAAAACRo/3gxa5BBAK_Q/s1600-h/9-10-09+086.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StQBo9CCDDI/AAAAAAAACRo/3gxa5BBAK_Q/s400/9-10-09+086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391936456958807090" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StQBoXyMQrI/AAAAAAAACRg/E3wfVMy6h7c/s1600-h/9-10-09+078.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StQBoXyMQrI/AAAAAAAACRg/E3wfVMy6h7c/s400/9-10-09+078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391936446960255666" border="0" /></a>He is so good at posing for me. He knows all the faces I want and he is pretty patient with me when taking pictures. This last one is one of my all time faves.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StQCxFQY81I/AAAAAAAACTA/g-1AAAv7DvM/s1600-h/9-10-09+063.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StQCxFQY81I/AAAAAAAACTA/g-1AAAv7DvM/s400/9-10-09+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391937696117093202" border="0" /></a> Jason has had a rough semester this fall and this is pretty much how he looks every night. Tonight I got so bored after the littles were asleep and Jason was tuned into Computer Science World. The camera was out, so I entertained myself. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StQDJ7K5X2I/AAAAAAAACTQ/eCKBph1qP9w/s1600-h/9-10-09+052.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StQDJ7K5X2I/AAAAAAAACTQ/eCKBph1qP9w/s400/9-10-09+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391938122906427234" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StQDKdQYs9I/AAAAAAAACTY/MfN2ycvR1gY/s1600-h/9-10-09+064.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StQDKdQYs9I/AAAAAAAACTY/MfN2ycvR1gY/s400/9-10-09+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391938132056257490" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StQCM1T6BsI/AAAAAAAACSQ/vdMU6R1LxLQ/s1600-h/9-10-09+079.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StQCM1T6BsI/AAAAAAAACSQ/vdMU6R1LxLQ/s400/9-10-09+079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391937073361585858" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StQCMSZ9dII/AAAAAAAACSI/0aJPVvFng5Y/s1600-h/9-10-09+084.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StQCMSZ9dII/AAAAAAAACSI/0aJPVvFng5Y/s400/9-10-09+084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391937063991735426" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StQBqkodxMI/AAAAAAAACSA/cm-ZZbq6oj4/s1600-h/9-10-09+092.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StQBqkodxMI/AAAAAAAACSA/cm-ZZbq6oj4/s400/9-10-09+092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391936484768859330" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StQBqN6_zgI/AAAAAAAACR4/mgSAqCFrH9U/s1600-h/9-10-09+094.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StQBqN6_zgI/AAAAAAAACR4/mgSAqCFrH9U/s400/9-10-09+094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391936478672571906" border="0" /></a>Jason totally busted me taking 27 pictures of myself. I laughed!<br /><br />Later that night I found these on the camera...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SuZ24j9C6tI/AAAAAAAACT0/uyXVCKffaa0/s1600-h/9-10-09+080.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SuZ24j9C6tI/AAAAAAAACT0/uyXVCKffaa0/s400/9-10-09+080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397131917546154706" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StQCN6v_YeI/AAAAAAAACSg/_xB3KOxwreI/s1600-h/9-10-09+093.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StQCN6v_YeI/AAAAAAAACSg/_xB3KOxwreI/s400/9-10-09+093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391937092001423842" border="0" /></a> I like that he can accept me taking pictures of myself when I am bored...I love that he takes pictures of himself in the mirror while I am asleep on the couch! That's the way we roll.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01167413975308506460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323544318833513535.post-87217564918618897392009-09-08T20:43:00.000-07:002009-10-24T11:42:01.069-07:00Jenner<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StQAeIbLZvI/AAAAAAAACRY/Ipvwf0eQ36U/s1600-h/9-10-09+061.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StQAeIbLZvI/AAAAAAAACRY/Ipvwf0eQ36U/s400/9-10-09+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391935171526878962" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StQAdoUpXHI/AAAAAAAACRQ/-4y3SLxBl8c/s1600-h/9-10-09+059.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StQAdoUpXHI/AAAAAAAACRQ/-4y3SLxBl8c/s400/9-10-09+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391935162909547634" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StQAc5qAfAI/AAAAAAAACRI/agjPuO59DiM/s1600-h/9-10-09+057.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StQAc5qAfAI/AAAAAAAACRI/agjPuO59DiM/s400/9-10-09+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391935150382676994" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StQAcU4u2mI/AAAAAAAACRA/_zt5c7_vll8/s1600-h/9-10-09+054.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StQAcU4u2mI/AAAAAAAACRA/_zt5c7_vll8/s400/9-10-09+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391935140512324194" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StQAbx3HeXI/AAAAAAAACQ4/zYC_rOvbQD4/s1600-h/9-10-09+067.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StQAbx3HeXI/AAAAAAAACQ4/zYC_rOvbQD4/s400/9-10-09+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391935131110308210" border="0" /></a>jennifer came for a visit from cleveland to meet her new nephews. owen had so much fun with her. she spoils her nieces and nephews too much! i loved how owen called her 'jenner'. you can tell from the pictures how much fun they had together. it was so fun to see her.<br /> we all miss her!<br /><br /></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01167413975308506460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323544318833513535.post-31341207777072137952009-09-06T22:40:00.000-07:002009-10-12T20:43:11.109-07:00Blessed<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP3GxQWRTI/AAAAAAAACNY/1JAL4Y28RW8/s1600-h/DSCN4916.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP3GxQWRTI/AAAAAAAACNY/1JAL4Y28RW8/s400/DSCN4916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391924874565797170" border="0" /></a>Jason gave Nixon a beautiful blessing in our Sacrament meeting. Bishop Eves, Grandpa's Oliver and Harris, Uncle's Rich and Dave(Uncle Steve was at his Brother's baby blessing at the same time. We missed him) and friend Lucas G. were all a part of the preisthood blessing given to this precious boy. So grateful for the blessings of the Priesthood in my life. These men have been such great examples to me in my life of what a man should be for his family, church and community. Nixon is so lucky to have these men to grow up with and look to for advice and strength. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387821107760536386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; cursor: pointer; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SsViwGlrG0I/AAAAAAAACNE/ZbyjiwZsllM/s400/DSCN4917.JPG" border="0" />What an amazing miracle a child is. Nothing quite like it. I will be forever greatful for my children and the love they have filled me with. Here are a few family pictures...<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387820537733715234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 271px; cursor: pointer; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SsViO7EsFSI/AAAAAAAACMk/NGX3-mPJoSQ/s400/DSCN4907.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387821120211720018" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 397px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SsViw0-RF1I/AAAAAAAACNM/qhsa3-pYnlA/s400/DSCN4935.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387820544835823122" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 310px; cursor: pointer; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SsViPVh9phI/AAAAAAAACMs/hYyt24Ks2P4/s400/DSCN4910.JPG" border="0" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SsViQS3z8mI/AAAAAAAACM0/CQxkR9thwpA/s1600-h/DSCN4912.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387820561302024802" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 265px; cursor: pointer; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SsViQS3z8mI/AAAAAAAACM0/CQxkR9thwpA/s400/DSCN4912.JPG" border="0" /></a></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01167413975308506460noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323544318833513535.post-81425437822099209082009-09-05T20:43:00.000-07:002009-10-21T16:19:00.241-07:00house partyMonica bought a new home in Smithfield this summer and she finally invited us all over to fill her new house with love!! Her backyard walks out to a nice grassy area and a pavillion. We ate pizza and popsicles outside and had a great time. Of course a family get together calls for photo extravaganza. Here are a few...<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP7cfgdLCI/AAAAAAAACNg/ERCfWAM6DSQ/s1600-h/9-10-09+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391929645805153314" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP7cfgdLCI/AAAAAAAACNg/ERCfWAM6DSQ/s200/9-10-09+012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Mom had the urge to do 2-man sommersaults. She thought it was crazy that no one could do them. I am not sure why she thinks that is an easy feat, but luckily she did not try it for herself, cause it is hard.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP7cw2JDWI/AAAAAAAACNo/6YTPuyj319c/s1600-h/9-10-09+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391929650459512162" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP7cw2JDWI/AAAAAAAACNo/6YTPuyj319c/s200/9-10-09+014.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP7dWmTXzI/AAAAAAAACNw/vbu0m6LEw3M/s1600-h/9-10-09+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391929660593626930" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP7dWmTXzI/AAAAAAAACNw/vbu0m6LEw3M/s200/9-10-09+015.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I don't think anyone mastered it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP8Q_Bp_6I/AAAAAAAACOQ/O1ELev-C4iY/s1600-h/9-10-09+028.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391930547619102626" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP8Q_Bp_6I/AAAAAAAACOQ/O1ELev-C4iY/s200/9-10-09+028.jpg" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP8RtJqS-I/AAAAAAAACOY/Y7b6fAI4J2Q/s1600-h/9-10-09+026.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391930560000707554" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP8RtJqS-I/AAAAAAAACOY/Y7b6fAI4J2Q/s200/9-10-09+026.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />10 grandkids...pretty good looking group of rugrats. Mom loves the lined up pictures of oldest to youngest. The little's were not lovin the photo shoot.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP7e-U8ucI/AAAAAAAACOA/k_arRinKrgU/s1600-h/9-10-09+020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391929688438127042" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP7e-U8ucI/AAAAAAAACOA/k_arRinKrgU/s200/9-10-09+020.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP8QNSpDEI/AAAAAAAACOI/ATPFtfsYD9I/s1600-h/9-10-09+023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391930534268570690" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP8QNSpDEI/AAAAAAAACOI/ATPFtfsYD9I/s200/9-10-09+023.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The Bigs that do not appreciate being called kids anymore(mostly the girls...they are teenagers!)<br />Jacob, McKenzie, Alexander and Alexa.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP7e-U8ucI/AAAAAAAACOA/k_arRinKrgU/s1600-h/9-10-09+020.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP8ShzVlhI/AAAAAAAACOo/tcgkqbr8bjA/s1600-h/9-10-09+033.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391930574134154770" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP8ShzVlhI/AAAAAAAACOo/tcgkqbr8bjA/s200/9-10-09+033.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP7eOH3ZeI/AAAAAAAACN4/bvL2yDk9W4E/s1600-h/9-10-09+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391929675498350050" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP7eOH3ZeI/AAAAAAAACN4/bvL2yDk9W4E/s200/9-10-09+017.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP8zNpVGLI/AAAAAAAACOw/jrBgsArhg0g/s1600-h/9-10-09+034.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391931135659153586" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP8zNpVGLI/AAAAAAAACOw/jrBgsArhg0g/s200/9-10-09+034.jpg" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP7eOH3ZeI/AAAAAAAACN4/bvL2yDk9W4E/s1600-h/9-10-09+017.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP8zrULBoI/AAAAAAAACO4/vCxM9MA4OZg/s1600-h/9-10-09+037.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391931143623476866" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP8zrULBoI/AAAAAAAACO4/vCxM9MA4OZg/s200/9-10-09+037.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Rockstars! They make me happy.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP9iyoCmWI/AAAAAAAACPo/d4HsWjasWZ0/s1600-h/9-10-09+032.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391931953039710562" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP9iyoCmWI/AAAAAAAACPo/d4HsWjasWZ0/s200/9-10-09+032.jpg" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP81OibH5I/AAAAAAAACPQ/gQbXrE7iiac/s1600-h/9-10-09+048.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391931170258362258" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP81OibH5I/AAAAAAAACPQ/gQbXrE7iiac/s200/9-10-09+048.jpg" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP8zrULBoI/AAAAAAAACO4/vCxM9MA4OZg/s1600-h/9-10-09+037.jpg"></a><br />Owen unhappy that I would not let him play in the big water drain pipe thing. I know, I am mean. Cute Brooklyn posing.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP9jg6SeoI/AAAAAAAACPw/KW5m5XzDMss/s1600-h/9-10-09+040.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391931965464279682" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP9jg6SeoI/AAAAAAAACPw/KW5m5XzDMss/s200/9-10-09+040.jpg" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP80roxACI/AAAAAAAACPI/1Ue-L58na44/s1600-h/9-10-09+045.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391931160889720866" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP80roxACI/AAAAAAAACPI/1Ue-L58na44/s200/9-10-09+045.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP8SKCDU2I/AAAAAAAACOg/zhdMmXrnG9s/s1600-h/9-10-09+025.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391930567753421666" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP8SKCDU2I/AAAAAAAACOg/zhdMmXrnG9s/s200/9-10-09+025.jpg" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP80roxACI/AAAAAAAACPI/1Ue-L58na44/s1600-h/9-10-09+045.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP-Q-NXnMI/AAAAAAAACQI/xyKP5vR0cDA/s1600-h/9-10-09+062.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391932746423049410" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP-Q-NXnMI/AAAAAAAACQI/xyKP5vR0cDA/s200/9-10-09+062.jpg" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP-SG8rSnI/AAAAAAAACQY/sQAbMAKZT1A/s1600-h/9-10-09+060.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391932765948824178" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP-SG8rSnI/AAAAAAAACQY/sQAbMAKZT1A/s200/9-10-09+060.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP-Ra08EmI/AAAAAAAACQQ/TmLn1qz-gLM/s1600-h/9-10-09+051.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391932754105209442" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP-Ra08EmI/AAAAAAAACQQ/TmLn1qz-gLM/s200/9-10-09+051.jpg" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP-Sw7I0zI/AAAAAAAACQg/PWHNdgr3uBI/s1600-h/9-10-09+066.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391932777216660274" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP-Sw7I0zI/AAAAAAAACQg/PWHNdgr3uBI/s200/9-10-09+066.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP-QRqHWzI/AAAAAAAACQA/GB0JexM04D0/s1600-h/9-10-09+077.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391932734464023346" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP-QRqHWzI/AAAAAAAACQA/GB0JexM04D0/s200/9-10-09+077.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP9kF_6VuI/AAAAAAAACP4/ndNO2Mv62xE/s1600-h/9-10-09+058.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391931975419975394" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP9kF_6VuI/AAAAAAAACP4/ndNO2Mv62xE/s200/9-10-09+058.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Unsure if this kid could be any cuter! I love this bottom one with the tree. He makes me smile.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP9h-xY4iI/AAAAAAAACPY/L9X-Tq-9kFE/s1600-h/9-10-09+088.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391931939120276002" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP9h-xY4iI/AAAAAAAACPY/L9X-Tq-9kFE/s200/9-10-09+088.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP9iYHMqtI/AAAAAAAACPg/dzcLdFjTWOI/s1600-h/9-10-09+089.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391931945922636498" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP9iYHMqtI/AAAAAAAACPg/dzcLdFjTWOI/s200/9-10-09+089.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I wish Monica would stop buying crazy, possessed appliances that shoot you in the face when you are trying to get a drink. Seriously, a trick fridge Monica...nice.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP80B7A2uI/AAAAAAAACPA/4B3OS0lc40A/s1600-h/9-10-09+044.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391931149691968226" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/StP80B7A2uI/AAAAAAAACPA/4B3OS0lc40A/s200/9-10-09+044.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />We are so excited for Monica's new purchase and had a great time at her new home.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01167413975308506460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323544318833513535.post-2220224806917238052009-09-04T21:14:00.000-07:002009-10-24T11:34:12.941-07:00trampoline sleepover<div> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394564281632034482" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/St1XoeywDrI/AAAAAAAACTk/tc4zjKhXK1A/s400/9-10-09+003.jpg" border="0" /><div>Jason had to stay up late last night doing homework and waiting for Jennifer to get to our house(flying in from Cleveland) so Owen and I decided to sleep on the trampoline at Grandma and Grandpa's. It was Owen's first time...pretty exciting. We got all settled and snuggled and then he said "what we doin out here mom?" We looked at the stars and talked for about 10 minutes and then he decided he wanted to go inside and play. I explained that we were sleeping outside and tried to tell him how fun it was but he started crying. Grandma came out and snuggled with him for a while and got him to stop crying. I sang Rock-a-bye-Baby probably ten times and he was fast asleep. It took me a while to fall asleep cause I got a little nervous. The huge pine trees that used to protect mom and dad's backyard were cut down this summer, so it felt a little too open and unfamiliar for me. Plus, I always convince myself that someone is waiting to attack.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SuNITglZjeI/AAAAAAAACTs/vtJlpYS34Z8/s1600-h/9-10-09+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SuNITglZjeI/AAAAAAAACTs/vtJlpYS34Z8/s400/9-10-09+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396236278521499106" border="0" /></a><div>We woke up super early and watched the wild animals enjoy the morning. All sorts of birds and squirrels running around making loud noises. Owen said he had fun sleeping on the trampoline. </div></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01167413975308506460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323544318833513535.post-58214280966024605272009-08-30T13:10:00.000-07:002009-09-15T14:30:03.079-07:006 weeks<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SqAjXy0OqAI/AAAAAAAACK8/0zZoEqB82YA/s1600-h/8-31-09+025.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SqAjXy0OqAI/AAAAAAAACK8/0zZoEqB82YA/s400/8-31-09+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377336846765172738" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SqAjW_XfBTI/AAAAAAAACKs/QlEnpipwYRg/s1600-h/8-31-09+021.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SqAjW_XfBTI/AAAAAAAACKs/QlEnpipwYRg/s400/8-31-09+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377336832954402098" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SqAjWRMwd4I/AAAAAAAACKk/9GmzI0owmF8/s1600-h/8-31-09+020.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SqAjWRMwd4I/AAAAAAAACKk/9GmzI0owmF8/s400/8-31-09+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377336820561377154" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SqAjVsxeeCI/AAAAAAAACKc/E8ANFC47yNw/s1600-h/8-31-09+019.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SqAjVsxeeCI/AAAAAAAACKc/E8ANFC47yNw/s400/8-31-09+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377336810783275042" border="0" /></a>cuter every day. cried first real tear(heartbreaking). has started sleeping 10 or 11pm - 6 or 7am. good boy!<br /></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01167413975308506460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323544318833513535.post-11464030003324183512009-08-29T14:31:00.000-07:002009-09-15T14:39:56.258-07:00Jayse Lyle<div style="text-align: center;">8-29-09<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SrAIbgkYT-I/AAAAAAAACMU/mYiwWnHurhQ/s1600-h/8-31-09+029.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SrAIbgkYT-I/AAAAAAAACMU/mYiwWnHurhQ/s400/8-31-09+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381810823399755746" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SrAIbLdIXGI/AAAAAAAACMM/Xxyx3Hz2dFE/s1600-h/8-31-09+033.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SrAIbLdIXGI/AAAAAAAACMM/Xxyx3Hz2dFE/s400/8-31-09+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381810817732205666" border="0" /></a>healthy baby. happy mom.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SrAIaigdoGI/AAAAAAAACME/WMb4DbDLo6w/s1600-h/8-31-09+030.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SrAIaigdoGI/AAAAAAAACME/WMb4DbDLo6w/s400/8-31-09+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381810806740328546" border="0" /></a>month and a half apart.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SrAIaE3Cg2I/AAAAAAAACL8/8fG0dfGI9sk/s1600-h/8-31-09+028.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SrAIaE3Cg2I/AAAAAAAACL8/8fG0dfGI9sk/s400/8-31-09+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381810798781956962" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SrAIZT129mI/AAAAAAAACL0/RY1mFpzJhTI/s1600-h/8-31-09+032.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SrAIZT129mI/AAAAAAAACL0/RY1mFpzJhTI/s400/8-31-09+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381810785623668322" border="0" /></a>Congrats Angela and fam. We are so excited to have Jayse in the family!<br /></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01167413975308506460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323544318833513535.post-53625874595290210832009-08-23T10:59:00.000-07:002009-09-15T14:08:38.886-07:005 weeks<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SrACM98fptI/AAAAAAAACLs/BuzSKAk5oh0/s1600-h/8-31-09+005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SrACM98fptI/AAAAAAAACLs/BuzSKAk5oh0/s400/8-31-09+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381803976517723858" border="0" /></a>finally starting to like the swing a little bit. this is the first time he has fallen asleep in it.<br /></div><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwnyFGZLi8eAUh9dKdwuGgT7LJTHIVup0c8Z3KESaMMCCZn34PbImtjUh3k7wJ2sM7fu2qDPUUjpDM3yD7XyQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><div style="text-align: center;">smiles and talking has started this week. very cute.<br /><br /></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01167413975308506460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323544318833513535.post-50386234266834916132009-08-21T22:11:00.000-07:002009-09-15T13:41:23.071-07:00ZOOM ZOOM<div style="text-align: center;">Goodbye old Honda. You will be missed...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Sp_6MmnHyDI/AAAAAAAACJ0/soLWpuUQHDY/s1600-h/8-31-09+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Sp_6MmnHyDI/AAAAAAAACJ0/soLWpuUQHDY/s400/8-31-09+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377291574533670962" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Sp_6NEjcUwI/AAAAAAAACJ8/FZCPng35c7w/s1600-h/8-31-09+004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Sp_6NEjcUwI/AAAAAAAACJ8/FZCPng35c7w/s400/8-31-09+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377291582571303682" border="0" /></a>...sort of.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Sq_11spBS9I/AAAAAAAACLk/OQmvpo-LV0Y/s1600-h/9-10-09+090.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Sq_11spBS9I/AAAAAAAACLk/OQmvpo-LV0Y/s400/9-10-09+090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381790382596115410" border="0" /></a>Two car seats in the back of the Honda left us with little to no room. We could not take any other passengers and with two strollers in the trunk I could barely fit groceries in the car. Jason agreed to go and "look" with me. Before the Accord we had a Mazda 3 wagon and I loved it. I have been dying for a Mazda CX-7 since they came out. A cross over that gets pretty good gas mileage. So, looking at cars I thought we would be looking at the CX-7's but when we got there Jason thought it made more sense to get something bigger than a 5 passenger(since that is what we already had). Jason has always talked about getting a mini van and has not showed any interest in an SUV of any type(besides a Navi..get real Jas). Apparently he was not serious about his mini van comments which I was relieved about cause I never really saw myself driving one, especially at 27 years old and two kids. I don't have anything against the mini van though, just not really for me.<br />Anyway, we decided to focus on the CX-9's. We test drove at least 4, maybe 5. We had an awesome salesman, Karl, who actually started us in the cheapest one, which we were both surprised about. I liked it, but didn't fall in love. Then we just kind of went down the line and when we test drove the silver 2008, I fell. I loved it and so did Jason. A car lot in Orem went bankrupt so Bountiful Mazda got some of their inventory. It was a brand new 2008 with 190 miles on it. After 6 hours with Karl, we finally bought the car. I was worried that Jason would have buyer's remorse, but he was just as happy about the purchase. I am very excited to have our family grow in this vehicle.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Sp_6OocvycI/AAAAAAAACKM/5ZjlVllFyYQ/s1600-h/8-31-09+018.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Sp_6OocvycI/AAAAAAAACKM/5ZjlVllFyYQ/s400/8-31-09+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377291609386764738" border="0" /></a>Owen went with us and was a very good boy considering the situation. At one point we had to strap him in his car seat in the dealership, but even still, he was pleasant. When we left the dealership we was talking about "ours awesome new car" and calling it Megatron. Karl hooked us up with some free Mazda stuff and so I had Owen model it.<br /></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01167413975308506460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323544318833513535.post-91056409333691681042009-08-20T09:58:00.000-07:002009-09-04T10:24:10.491-07:00someone's garbage ... my treasureI have been wanting a bookshelf for all of Owen's books. They are always all over the living room and so I just wanted a cheap little one. I asked my mom if she had one I could use cause she has a garage and three rooms full of randomness. One day we were going down town together and my mom spotted this bookshelf next to a dumpster in the USU student housing parking lot. We turned around and decided that this old dresser with three missing shelves would be perfect for me. My mom has an eye for spotting this kind of stuff. So I called my dad to come and load it in his truck. I said, "Hi dad, can you come to the dumpster and load up an old dresser for me?" He said, "no!"(remember how I said my mom has room fulls of randomness...thus the response. He did not want more "stuff"). When I told him it was for me, he was relieved and happy to come help. Soon after, I got a call from Jason and he asked what I was having my dad do and I told him loading a bookshelf. He asked how much it cost(with some irritation in his voice) and I said, "Jas, it's free...it's garbage." I think this made him a little more irritated. Anyway, me and my mom got a good laugh out of the men's reactions.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Sp_3eLZNuCI/AAAAAAAACJk/9X3QLjj56Rs/s1600-h/8-5-09+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Sp_3eLZNuCI/AAAAAAAACJk/9X3QLjj56Rs/s400/8-5-09+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377288577930344482" border="0" /></a>BEFORE<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Sp_3elw91-I/AAAAAAAACJs/vEwTPEdu1P0/s1600-h/8-5-09+007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Sp_3elw91-I/AAAAAAAACJs/vEwTPEdu1P0/s400/8-5-09+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377288585009289186" border="0" /></a>DURING<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Sp_3c1-FYnI/AAAAAAAACJU/_6eYsFYy8Ew/s1600-h/8-20-09+065.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Sp_3c1-FYnI/AAAAAAAACJU/_6eYsFYy8Ew/s400/8-20-09+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377288554999538290" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Sp_3daoDNLI/AAAAAAAACJc/YF5eBW-9Ldg/s1600-h/8-20-09+066.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Sp_3daoDNLI/AAAAAAAACJc/YF5eBW-9Ldg/s400/8-20-09+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377288564839232690" border="0" /></a>FINAL PRODUCT<br /><div style="text-align: left;">It ended up costing me $10. Not bad at all. Jason even made it shorter for me so it's pretty much exactly what I wanted.<br /></div></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01167413975308506460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323544318833513535.post-8381366520430958022009-08-18T23:10:00.000-07:002009-09-03T13:28:26.387-07:00White Pine LakeJas and I went backpacking up Tony Grove to White Pine Lake. We met Jason's friend Luke and his girlfriend Sheena up there. It was just an over nighter. I think it's about 8 miles round trip. It was really beautiful and more fun than I thought it would be, probably because Jason hauled the 45 lb backpack and I had a 5-10 lb pack.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpOCkVSYT0I/AAAAAAAACJM/S647CgHX3SE/s1600-h/8-20-09+028.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpOCkVSYT0I/AAAAAAAACJM/S647CgHX3SE/s400/8-20-09+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373782341084270402" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpOCjsfS7ZI/AAAAAAAACJE/uUexPCAtOOk/s1600-h/8-20-09+029.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpOCjsfS7ZI/AAAAAAAACJE/uUexPCAtOOk/s400/8-20-09+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373782330132589970" border="0" /></a>Luke found a cave that he wanted to go explore. It was very steep and rocky getting there, but it was pretty impressive. I was a little worried about cave monsters, but luckily we did not see any. It was kind of a creepy cave, like one out of Indiana Jones. It went back pretty deep, but Sheena and I opted to stay in the mouth of the cave while the boys shimmied inside the crevasses.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpOCUYNH0pI/AAAAAAAACI8/nSdgTNP26Pw/s1600-h/8-20-09+042.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpOCUYNH0pI/AAAAAAAACI8/nSdgTNP26Pw/s400/8-20-09+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373782066989617810" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpOCTnOma6I/AAAAAAAACI0/gVVTZvszT6k/s1600-h/8-20-09+043.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpOCTnOma6I/AAAAAAAACI0/gVVTZvszT6k/s400/8-20-09+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373782053842480034" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpOCTJj1dLI/AAAAAAAACIs/0k06agW04Z4/s1600-h/8-20-09+044.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpOCTJj1dLI/AAAAAAAACIs/0k06agW04Z4/s400/8-20-09+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373782045878482098" border="0" /></a>It was pretty dark inside the crevasses but Jas still took a few pictures.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpOCSnEp6AI/AAAAAAAACIk/CcTAe9yMbFU/s1600-h/8-20-09+045.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpOCSnEp6AI/AAAAAAAACIk/CcTAe9yMbFU/s400/8-20-09+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373782036620896258" border="0" /></a>Luke and Jas being cool.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpOCSM7a7aI/AAAAAAAACIc/CcRYXHGYu-Q/s1600-h/8-20-09+046.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpOCSM7a7aI/AAAAAAAACIc/CcRYXHGYu-Q/s400/8-20-09+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373782029602844066" border="0" /></a>Sheena went down bumb style most of the way. It was a little treacherous.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpOBpPvrO0I/AAAAAAAACIU/ob-HKIGeyRE/s1600-h/8-20-09+049.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpOBpPvrO0I/AAAAAAAACIU/ob-HKIGeyRE/s400/8-20-09+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373781325984250690" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpOBouPKliI/AAAAAAAACIM/BuwxMXo2V4A/s1600-h/8-20-09+051.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpOBouPKliI/AAAAAAAACIM/BuwxMXo2V4A/s400/8-20-09+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373781316989523490" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpOBoNXWqWI/AAAAAAAACIE/X_k2Qcoo-dI/s1600-h/8-20-09+052.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpOBoNXWqWI/AAAAAAAACIE/X_k2Qcoo-dI/s400/8-20-09+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373781308165499234" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpOBnphWlYI/AAAAAAAACH8/tPBMhThge28/s1600-h/8-20-09+055.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpOBnphWlYI/AAAAAAAACH8/tPBMhThge28/s400/8-20-09+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373781298543760770" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpOBnULX9lI/AAAAAAAACH0/HBV7KozY6qU/s1600-h/8-20-09+056.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpOBnULX9lI/AAAAAAAACH0/HBV7KozY6qU/s400/8-20-09+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373781292814431826" border="0" /></a>Boys being boys. Seeing if they could throw rocks into the lake from our campsite. Of course they didn't stop until they did it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpOBBFnTsyI/AAAAAAAACHs/ogoAr31EAvM/s1600-h/8-20-09+058.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpOBBFnTsyI/AAAAAAAACHs/ogoAr31EAvM/s400/8-20-09+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373780636070032162" border="0" /></a>Then they wanted to see the girl's skills. We were not even close.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpOBAW39KiI/AAAAAAAACHk/jQpVnER0JZI/s1600-h/8-20-09+059.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpOBAW39KiI/AAAAAAAACHk/jQpVnER0JZI/s400/8-20-09+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373780623523392034" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpOA_zCX9RI/AAAAAAAACHc/PCPOb60LWPk/s1600-h/8-20-09+061.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpOA_zCX9RI/AAAAAAAACHc/PCPOb60LWPk/s400/8-20-09+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373780613903414546" border="0" /></a>Heading out.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpOA_IsI4SI/AAAAAAAACHU/HfvPN0rxgc8/s1600-h/8-20-09+063.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpOA_IsI4SI/AAAAAAAACHU/HfvPN0rxgc8/s400/8-20-09+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373780602535862562" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpOA-mzR2-I/AAAAAAAACHM/US3lV_mZoow/s1600-h/8-20-09+064.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpOA-mzR2-I/AAAAAAAACHM/US3lV_mZoow/s400/8-20-09+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373780593439005666" border="0" /></a>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01167413975308506460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323544318833513535.post-59979240078131600582009-08-15T21:50:00.000-07:002009-08-24T22:27:05.293-07:00family vacay...PC, UTJason, Owen, Nixon and I went to Park City on Thursday and stayed over in a hotel. Jason wanted to have one more fun weekend before school starts. On Friday we walked around main street.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpNvoVJTcMI/AAAAAAAACHE/BlQHaLwddRI/s1600-h/8-20-09+001.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpNvoVJTcMI/AAAAAAAACHE/BlQHaLwddRI/s320/8-20-09+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373761519044751554" border="0" /></a><br />My blog title and the message on my voice mail...of course I had to take a picture with it. It's the story of my life!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpNvPjUOUQI/AAAAAAAACGs/0cbw7PMoCR4/s1600-h/8-20-09+005.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpNvPjUOUQI/AAAAAAAACGs/0cbw7PMoCR4/s320/8-20-09+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373761093351919874" border="0" /></a><br />Owen loved the art moose's around town.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpNvngGzNZI/AAAAAAAACG8/R_uVuY3hMuQ/s1600-h/8-20-09+004.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpNvngGzNZI/AAAAAAAACG8/R_uVuY3hMuQ/s320/8-20-09+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373761504807171474" border="0" /></a><br />Roarin' with grizz.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpNvPKKFEaI/AAAAAAAACGk/np3yWeFYoo0/s1600-h/8-20-09+011.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpNvPKKFEaI/AAAAAAAACGk/np3yWeFYoo0/s320/8-20-09+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373761086598484386" border="0" /></a><br />The rest of my whole family, Annette, Mandi and Ryan's family met us in Park City. Melissa and Steve stayed in our room with us. Owen was not happy about giving up his "huge, big bed", but cheered up after he stole "Unca Stege's" hat. all of us(minus the keller's)met at Pizza Hut for dinner. It was really delicious. Then we headed back to the hotel and went swimming.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpNvOdH6qgI/AAAAAAAACGc/Q1bdYnaG1ck/s1600-h/8-20-09+012.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpNvOdH6qgI/AAAAAAAACGc/Q1bdYnaG1ck/s320/8-20-09+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373761074509818370" border="0" /></a><br />Melissa and I bought these darling jumpsuits for $0.99.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpNvN70aeRI/AAAAAAAACGU/OBsH3CnwfGs/s1600-h/8-20-09+013.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpNvN70aeRI/AAAAAAAACGU/OBsH3CnwfGs/s320/8-20-09+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373761065569646866" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpNvNZWhhmI/AAAAAAAACGM/PtFAaU7Tk4s/s1600-h/8-20-09+014.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpNvNZWhhmI/AAAAAAAACGM/PtFAaU7Tk4s/s320/8-20-09+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373761056317474402" border="0" /></a><br />Monica, Amberly, Annette, Mom, Dave and Steve were the only ones that did not participate in the swimming. Yeah, Monica, who thinks she was meant to be a dolphin, stayed completely dry...she bugs!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpNuvOEELbI/AAAAAAAACGE/2pSYAswGI2Y/s1600-h/8-20-09+015.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpNuvOEELbI/AAAAAAAACGE/2pSYAswGI2Y/s320/8-20-09+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373760537891188146" border="0" /></a><br />Brooklyn loved jumping in.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpNuulTDxVI/AAAAAAAACF8/Q-zqmBNO8Fo/s1600-h/8-20-09+017.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpNuulTDxVI/AAAAAAAACF8/Q-zqmBNO8Fo/s320/8-20-09+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373760526948222290" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpNuuGP0ZfI/AAAAAAAACF0/hOeFxPCN6T4/s1600-h/8-20-09+018.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpNuuGP0ZfI/AAAAAAAACF0/hOeFxPCN6T4/s320/8-20-09+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373760518613132786" border="0" /></a><br />Owen loved swimming and fell off the stairs and drowned a few times. He had to be watched constantly because he is very clumsy and did not mind going under the water, which is weird considering he cries his eyes out when i get his face wet in the bath. crazy boy!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpNuttDsgxI/AAAAAAAACFs/-wdJ6rbwNc4/s1600-h/8-20-09+019.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpNuttDsgxI/AAAAAAAACFs/-wdJ6rbwNc4/s320/8-20-09+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373760511851397906" border="0" /></a><br />chubby little Korver pants.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpNus4SfndI/AAAAAAAACFk/a4rtJeOJXKo/s1600-h/8-20-09+016.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpNus4SfndI/AAAAAAAACFk/a4rtJeOJXKo/s320/8-20-09+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373760497686388178" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpNuPS5g4-I/AAAAAAAACFc/-jq68DYY874/s1600-h/8-20-09+020.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpNuPS5g4-I/AAAAAAAACFc/-jq68DYY874/s320/8-20-09+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373759989433295842" border="0" /></a><br />Kenz and Lexa.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpNvnMdv8FI/AAAAAAAACG0/FqpgJe9Ioeg/s1600-h/park+city.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpNvnMdv8FI/AAAAAAAACG0/FqpgJe9Ioeg/s320/park+city.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373761499534717010" border="0" /></a><br />Melissa, Melanie, Angela and Me. We all have to plug our noses when we jump in. We made quite a splash. It was good times.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpNuOpRtPbI/AAAAAAAACFU/eDIC-lCBdu8/s1600-h/8-20-09+021.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpNuOpRtPbI/AAAAAAAACFU/eDIC-lCBdu8/s320/8-20-09+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373759978260479410" border="0" /></a><br />Nixon loved his first hotel sleepover. He slept at least 9 hours both nights. What a good boy!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpNuOCyDjUI/AAAAAAAACFM/yKQqxRSfOD0/s1600-h/8-20-09+027.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpNuOCyDjUI/AAAAAAAACFM/yKQqxRSfOD0/s320/8-20-09+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373759967927176514" border="0" /></a><br />Saturday we shopped all day. The boys were great and I really appreciate Jason's love and patience for all day shopping with my whole family.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpNuNIuQKwI/AAAAAAAACFE/vJVnY1oibGI/s1600-h/8-20-09+023.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpNuNIuQKwI/AAAAAAAACFE/vJVnY1oibGI/s320/8-20-09+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373759952341969666" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpNuMtjTWLI/AAAAAAAACE8/8F2UNxPQBFE/s1600-h/8-20-09+025.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpNuMtjTWLI/AAAAAAAACE8/8F2UNxPQBFE/s320/8-20-09+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373759945048283314" border="0" /></a><br />Haley and Lilly giving me their funny faces before they went home. They are such darling girls!<br />It was so fun hanging out with everyone for the weekend.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01167413975308506460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323544318833513535.post-61467297116343762342009-08-13T17:57:00.000-07:002009-08-24T18:17:51.331-07:00one month<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpM61XacT9I/AAAAAAAACDI/vIYCZXyCTXs/s1600-h/8-12-09+008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpM61XacT9I/AAAAAAAACDI/vIYCZXyCTXs/s400/8-12-09+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373703468875534290" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpM32AOsrdI/AAAAAAAACC4/FNuRoXUKLuw/s1600-h/8-12-09+009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpM32AOsrdI/AAAAAAAACC4/FNuRoXUKLuw/s400/8-12-09+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373700181297245650" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpM309873DI/AAAAAAAACCo/UEUa6d2wgk8/s1600-h/8-12-09+024.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpM309873DI/AAAAAAAACCo/UEUa6d2wgk8/s400/8-12-09+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373700163506002994" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpM30RImfGI/AAAAAAAACCg/YzS6D21nKnw/s1600-h/8-12-09+021.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SpM30RImfGI/AAAAAAAACCg/YzS6D21nKnw/s400/8-12-09+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373700151475338338" border="0" /></a>nixon is one month old. he is getting bigger everyday. he is still gassy and needs to be held when he is awake. we are trying to get him to enjoy his swing...he doesn't last long in it. owen was not a fan of the swing either. he is eating every 2 hours during the day and sleeps 6-8 hours at night.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01167413975308506460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323544318833513535.post-60748083767615862812009-08-11T22:06:00.001-07:002009-08-12T07:18:15.845-07:00tribute<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" >to the maker of the moo-moo(aka duster),</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" >you have provided cool relief on hot summer nights</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" >you have provided modesty when getting ready after the shower</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" >you have provided large, roomy pockets to carry my treats and cell phone in</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" >you have provided memories of my mom and neighbor clara that i will never forget</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" >you have provided full coverage of my undergarments</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" >you have provided comfort-especially in my large, pregnant days</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" >you have provided convenience and ingenuity through your snaps system</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" >you have provided so much more than any other jammie/loungewear ever has </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" >you have provided me one of the greatest article of clothing i will ever own</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" >and for this i pay tribute</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" >thank you </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" >thank you</span><br /><br />seriously...best thing ever! my mom and my old neighbor used to wear these all the time and i have always been a fan. my mom got me my first one(the butterfly one)while in college. i loved it then and i love it now. it has only gotten more awesome through the years. sure, you might say the moo-moo is for aged women or morbidly obese women but i'll tell you what...i am bringing it back. my moo-moo collection has increased by 2 since receiving the first gem. 3 of my sisters are now sporting them and one of my cousins. sure, they used to make fun of me, call me grandma and what not, but now they don't know why they have been depriving themselves the greatness that is the moo-moo. it's revolutionary. i'm just sayin, give it a shot, it will not disappoint (especially if you have longer undergarments and/or are pregnant). the best place to buy the moo-moo's(and believe me, i've looked)is the Big K.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SoJOJjJe6sI/AAAAAAAACA4/PS4HPYxZJrA/s1600-h/8-11-09+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SoJOJjJe6sI/AAAAAAAACA4/PS4HPYxZJrA/s400/8-11-09+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368939631739857602" border="0" /></a>they are cute!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SoJOKFqRPzI/AAAAAAAACBA/r9caHxY9Mlc/s1600-h/8-11-09+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SoJOKFqRPzI/AAAAAAAACBA/r9caHxY9Mlc/s400/8-11-09+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368939641004179250" border="0" /></a>they are cool!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SoJOK0TOAuI/AAAAAAAACBI/XgoTKtGqRHY/s1600-h/8-11-09+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SoJOK0TOAuI/AAAAAAAACBI/XgoTKtGqRHY/s400/8-11-09+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368939653523964642" border="0" /></a>they are sexy!<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />please send me a picture of yourself if you buy one! i love to pass on awesomeness to those i love!<br /></div></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01167413975308506460noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323544318833513535.post-47576810823689235552009-08-05T22:35:00.000-07:002009-08-11T22:47:44.899-07:00Logan Aquatic Center<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SoJWIvOXK6I/AAAAAAAACCY/6TQNUZzFKT0/s1600-h/8-11-09+006.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SoJWIvOXK6I/AAAAAAAACCY/6TQNUZzFKT0/s320/8-11-09+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368948413894699938" border="0" /></a><br />Jake rockin the slide<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SoJWHpbK3YI/AAAAAAAACCQ/ROPqyggpyas/s1600-h/8-11-09+008.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SoJWHpbK3YI/AAAAAAAACCQ/ROPqyggpyas/s320/8-11-09+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368948395157937538" border="0" /></a><br />Kenz killin it<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SoJWHDch9dI/AAAAAAAACCI/LjktecjLj7U/s1600-h/8-11-09+009.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SoJWHDch9dI/AAAAAAAACCI/LjktecjLj7U/s320/8-11-09+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368948384963098066" border="0" /></a><br />Brooky raisin the roof for the lifeguard that didn't catch her at the bottom<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SoJWGgXUy3I/AAAAAAAACCA/m6qGnVi2Ei0/s1600-h/8-11-09+010.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SoJWGgXUy3I/AAAAAAAACCA/m6qGnVi2Ei0/s320/8-11-09+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368948375546022770" border="0" /></a><br />mel and brin ready to plunge<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SoJWGEDLL_I/AAAAAAAACB4/DbIra23XAG4/s1600-h/8-11-09+011.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SoJWGEDLL_I/AAAAAAAACB4/DbIra23XAG4/s320/8-11-09+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368948367945314290" border="0" /></a><br />jas and owen comin at full speed<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SoJVpkNE2fI/AAAAAAAACBw/A9QVFVFACxA/s1600-h/8-11-09+012.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SoJVpkNE2fI/AAAAAAAACBw/A9QVFVFACxA/s320/8-11-09+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368947878360570354" border="0" /></a><br />he Loved iT! this was owen's first experience with the twisty slide. what a cute kid.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SoJVpGHn-rI/AAAAAAAACBo/dSRkxydmMzU/s1600-h/8-11-09+014.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SoJVpGHn-rI/AAAAAAAACBo/dSRkxydmMzU/s320/8-11-09+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368947870284642994" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SoJVobB0foI/AAAAAAAACBg/PPF-GfQTXbU/s1600-h/8-11-09+015.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SoJVobB0foI/AAAAAAAACBg/PPF-GfQTXbU/s320/8-11-09+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368947858717572738" border="0" /></a><br />nothin beats a pool day!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01167413975308506460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323544318833513535.post-38269253717594692242009-08-03T20:42:00.000-07:002009-08-06T17:50:17.114-07:00family funjason fired up the charcoals and made us a delicious dinner.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Sntzhx5AS3I/AAAAAAAAB-w/LMCLnp7JV-E/s1600-h/8-5-09+005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Sntzhx5AS3I/AAAAAAAAB-w/LMCLnp7JV-E/s400/8-5-09+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367010405107387250" border="0" /></a>owen loves him some hotdog!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Sntyl1K9OHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/Yk6xloulg0c/s1600-h/8-5-09+040.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Sntyl1K9OHI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/Yk6xloulg0c/s400/8-5-09+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367009375195838578" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Sntzg_jeViI/AAAAAAAAB-g/Dt8y7wIsYgI/s1600-h/8-5-09+018.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Sntzg_jeViI/AAAAAAAAB-g/Dt8y7wIsYgI/s400/8-5-09+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367010391595308578" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Sntyji8J2uI/AAAAAAAAB-A/JReMKKRvii8/s1600-h/8-5-09+047.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Sntyji8J2uI/AAAAAAAAB-A/JReMKKRvii8/s400/8-5-09+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367009335942175458" border="0" /></a>owen's first corn on the cob. he liked it, but did not really like getting all "greasy".<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Snt1BoWH0FI/AAAAAAAAB_I/VcDDTSRpipI/s1600-h/8-5-09+056.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Snt1BoWH0FI/AAAAAAAAB_I/VcDDTSRpipI/s400/8-5-09+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367012051812601938" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SnmqzykLSxI/AAAAAAAAB9I/Llt_kTI0Mak/s1600-h/8-5-09+048.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SnmqzykLSxI/AAAAAAAAB9I/Llt_kTI0Mak/s400/8-5-09+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366508237712214802" border="0" /></a>nixon loves being outside.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SnmqzXDvhRI/AAAAAAAAB9A/FuoYu3-DYwM/s1600-h/8-5-09+044.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SnmqzXDvhRI/AAAAAAAAB9A/FuoYu3-DYwM/s400/8-5-09+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366508230328419602" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SntylZ3BeBI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/W7TBf4nlTkU/s1600-h/8-5-09+055.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SntylZ3BeBI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/W7TBf4nlTkU/s400/8-5-09+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367009367864473618" border="0" /></a>and marshmallows.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Snt11abDh5I/AAAAAAAAB_Y/t6A-n9p4eQw/s1600-h/8-5-09+059.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Snt11abDh5I/AAAAAAAAB_Y/t6A-n9p4eQw/s400/8-5-09+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367012941428393874" border="0" /></a>family fun is the best!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01167413975308506460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323544318833513535.post-4146736873197233482009-08-03T17:34:00.000-07:002009-08-06T17:52:57.188-07:003 weeks<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Snt3swAae7I/AAAAAAAACAQ/oo5dRwmgTH4/s1600-h/8-5-09+034.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Snt3swAae7I/AAAAAAAACAQ/oo5dRwmgTH4/s400/8-5-09+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367014991626664882" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Snt3seiYhrI/AAAAAAAACAI/kJ5f6Y9zmHc/s1600-h/8-5-09+033.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Snt3seiYhrI/AAAAAAAACAI/kJ5f6Y9zmHc/s400/8-5-09+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367014986937304754" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Snt3IpOA97I/AAAAAAAACAA/wiQU07lUapc/s1600-h/8-5-09+032.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Snt3IpOA97I/AAAAAAAACAA/wiQU07lUapc/s400/8-5-09+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367014371329374130" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Snt3IH7OF_I/AAAAAAAAB_4/HDhVxJj97K0/s1600-h/8-5-09+030.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Snt3IH7OF_I/AAAAAAAAB_4/HDhVxJj97K0/s400/8-5-09+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367014362392172530" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Snt6wIkgqUI/AAAAAAAACAw/7WYk7buTDl8/s1600-h/8-5-09+024.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/Snt6wIkgqUI/AAAAAAAACAw/7WYk7buTDl8/s400/8-5-09+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367018348295006530" border="0" /></a>Nixon is starting to look different to me everyday now. He is growing. He is a pretty gassy kid. I think he gets stomach aches after he eats cause he lets out weird random cries and then will fall back to sleep. He seems like he is in pain sometimes. It's so hard to tell what's going on when they are so little. He smiles and is even starting to talk a little bit every now and then. He is very strong and likes to look around when you hold him up on your shoulder. His eyes are turning blue. He likes being outside. He likes to be held when he is awake.<br />If only he could stay little like this for a few months.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01167413975308506460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323544318833513535.post-16895319696991758282009-07-30T20:27:00.000-07:002009-07-31T10:00:53.949-07:002 weeks<div style="text-align: center;">our little guy is two weeks old now. he went to the Dr today...here are his 2 week stats:<br />9lbs 2 oz<br />22 in<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SnBslomi6wI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/E6H_mvxvlrY/s1600-h/7-29-09+023.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SnBslomi6wI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/E6H_mvxvlrY/s400/7-29-09+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363906550008310530" border="0" /></a>he is very sweet!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SnBsmMU9GCI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/JfGiRdqrN0s/s1600-h/7-29-09+028.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SnBsmMU9GCI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/JfGiRdqrN0s/s400/7-29-09+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363906559598204962" border="0" /></a>and he loves Grandma.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SnBq4N9rcNI/AAAAAAAAB8A/x2_gotLLv5U/s1600-h/7-29-09+015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SnBq4N9rcNI/AAAAAAAAB8A/x2_gotLLv5U/s400/7-29-09+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363904670251839698" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SnBq383kxAI/AAAAAAAAB74/b2y2p8pI8d0/s1600-h/7-29-09+010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SnBq383kxAI/AAAAAAAAB74/b2y2p8pI8d0/s400/7-29-09+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363904665662833666" border="0" /></a>i tried my own little photo shoot with him, but he was not really into it. he's cute in his beanie though.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SnBq3kG_BOI/AAAAAAAAB7w/xFvwNPG0IV4/s1600-h/7-29-09+004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SnBq3kG_BOI/AAAAAAAAB7w/xFvwNPG0IV4/s400/7-29-09+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363904659016582370" border="0" /></a>best friends!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SnBq3IugfII/AAAAAAAAB7o/fYa8uMyRbWs/s1600-h/7-29-09+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SnBq3IugfII/AAAAAAAAB7o/fYa8uMyRbWs/s400/7-29-09+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363904651666160770" border="0" /></a>FROGGER<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SnBq2_GPEYI/AAAAAAAAB7g/dImq0RDyrNg/s1600-h/7-29-09+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SnBq2_GPEYI/AAAAAAAAB7g/dImq0RDyrNg/s400/7-29-09+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363904649081328002" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SnBslTa-RLI/AAAAAAAAB8I/Ld9uprPsZFE/s1600-h/7-29-09+013.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzw-L7GfkSc/SnBslTa-RLI/AAAAAAAAB8I/Ld9uprPsZFE/s400/7-29-09+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363906544322626738" border="0" /></a>and this boy is doing so much better. he is a happy boy and he loves his brother. he always gets right in his face and says "hi liddle brodder, hi." he wants to squeeze nixon's little arms and legs, but he tries his best to be gentle with him. he is very ready for nixon to start playing, running and causing mischief with him.<br />owen went to the Dr with nixon for his 2 yr ckup(we are a little slow). here are his 2 year 3 month stats:<br />30 lbs 8 oz<br />37 in<br /><br />when we brought nixon home from the hospital i had this crazy energy and motivation to be up and going. it was weird, but so nice. i just felt good(considering what my body had just been through). i had a little bit of a breakdown one night in owen's room after i had tucked him in and he had fallen asleep. it was the 2nd night of owen's weird adjusting phase and i didn't know what i was going to do. it broke my heart that owen was possibly feeling left out or unloved. i wanted him to be happy. i had a good cry and talked to Heavenly Father for a while and knew that things would work out. things got better the next day. i am still feeling good, but i am needing my sleep now, the energy is wearing. i am so grateful to have somewhere to turn for help and so grateful to have 2 beautiful, healthy boys. <br /></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01167413975308506460noreply@blogger.com3