tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37991371549147938272024-03-14T01:06:43.179-07:00old fam blogUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799137154914793827.post-87045843526173601062010-10-10T17:28:00.000-07:002010-10-10T17:28:57.304-07:00We've moved...It's about time I got a blog in my married name so...Please visit us at our new location. Thx! mngmnt<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.theguerrafam.blogspot.com/">www.theguerrafam.blogspot.com</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799137154914793827.post-52064967447448000302010-09-28T19:00:00.001-07:002010-09-28T19:09:42.964-07:00chalk {i heart faces}<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TKKdrdZVJkI/AAAAAAAAC90/STdL_b7O0Gg/s1600/IMG_1598.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="800" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TKKdrdZVJkI/AAAAAAAAC90/STdL_b7O0Gg/s800/IMG_1598.jpg" width="533" /></a></div>I just happened to run into my friend Stacy...and I just happened to mention how I wanted to enter this photography contest dealing with chalk...and she just happens to have cute kids and a ton of chalk so...<br />
<br />
Have you ever heard of I heart faces? So fun! Every week they have a photo contest with different themes. I've always wanted to do one of the contests, but have never got around to it.<br />
<br />
Let me say, I don't by ANY means think I'm going to win this one (even though Stacy's kids are ADORABLE!). I know my picture isn't original and every other entry is a kid writing with sidewalk chalk. I just wanna start breaking into these little contests. Good way to sharpen my photography skills and get my creative juices flowing. Head over and check it out. It's a fun site! <br />
<br />
<br />
<center><a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com/"><img src="http://www.livinglocurto.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/I_Heart_Faces_noborder_125x100.jpg" /></a></center>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799137154914793827.post-87803944254127465992010-09-06T18:37:00.000-07:002010-09-06T18:37:21.294-07:00Liam- 7 months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>It's been awhile since I've posted pictures of Liam, and I thought these were just too cute to pass up. I just love his cheeks and little mouth! And those eyelashes! Definately not from me. He now has 8 teeth and is eating like a champ. Still hasn't mastered crawling (well, unless you count going backwards). He'll get it though. Anyways, that's about as exciting as it gets around here...wow, I've become one of those parents that has nothing better to talk about other than her child...stay tuned for more about my son's bowel movements...to be continued... <br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TIWTyIrmlkI/AAAAAAAAC5c/eSPvuw8lpCc/s1600/IMG_0744.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TIWTyIrmlkI/AAAAAAAAC5c/eSPvuw8lpCc/s800/IMG_0744.jpg" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TIWUVz7UCjI/AAAAAAAAC5k/58Gk4H1RWjw/s1600/IMG_0745.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TIWUVz7UCjI/AAAAAAAAC5k/58Gk4H1RWjw/s800/IMG_0745.jpg" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TIWVhF0rvaI/AAAAAAAAC50/wk03hpqvOs4/s1600/IMG_0741.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TIWVhF0rvaI/AAAAAAAAC50/wk03hpqvOs4/s800/IMG_0741.jpg" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TIWU76IM10I/AAAAAAAAC5s/7CbP1z4QCAU/s1600/IMG_0743.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TIWU76IM10I/AAAAAAAAC5s/7CbP1z4QCAU/s800/IMG_0743.jpg" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799137154914793827.post-59192076424280367532010-08-26T12:45:00.000-07:002010-08-26T12:45:18.284-07:00Craigslist: No, my husband is not for sell...A few weeks ago I posted some of our furniture for sell on craigslist. We were moving and hoped to downsize the load we'd have to move with us. My husband just happened to be in a few of the pictures that I'd posted with the ad.<br />
<br />
Imagine my surprise today when I got a call asking if the man in the pictures was single. "What?," I asked in confusion. "The man in the pictures...does he come with the couches? Is he single?" I paused. Is this a prank? Does she have the wrong number? "What ad are you calling about? The couches?", I asked. "Yes. Does the man come with the couches? Is he single?" The crazy thing is there was not a hint of sarcasm in this lady's voice! I felt confused and stunned, almost as if I've just woken up from a nap and I'm half out of it still. "Umm...no, he's not single." "Ugh!! Oookaaay. Thanks anyways. Bye." And she hung up. <br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>The curious thing about this strange call is that in the picture, my husband is actually near a picture of Jesus and our wedding pictures! In one of the photos, he's actually arranging one of our engagement pictures! People these days!<br />
<br />
So you all wanna see these incredibly good looking pictures?! Feast your eyes...but not too much...he's not for sale!<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/THbCdbMy3nI/AAAAAAAAC48/PdqGBXqRBfg/s1600/IMG_0369.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/THbCdbMy3nI/AAAAAAAAC48/PdqGBXqRBfg/s800/IMG_0369.JPG" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/THbDeD7o5XI/AAAAAAAAC5M/WTV8RnfYK0U/s1600/IMG_0361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/THbDeD7o5XI/AAAAAAAAC5M/WTV8RnfYK0U/s800/IMG_0361.JPG" /></a></div><br />
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799137154914793827.post-13596221638564005762010-08-10T07:52:00.001-07:002010-08-10T07:52:59.753-07:00Chinese??I'm just curious why I always have chinese commentary on my blog posts. My sister-in-law interpretted some of it for me once. It was all fortune cookie type of sayings. Anyone else have this problem? If so, how do I make it stop?! I don't really want my blog to go private.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799137154914793827.post-6870351317128003762010-08-01T12:05:00.000-07:002010-08-01T12:10:00.977-07:00bucketlistI've always had a sort of "to-do list for life" of things I'd like to do before I die (a.k.a. bucket list). I'm so grateful to say that I've crossed some of those things off my list and will soon be crossing some more off. What's on my bucketlist? Well...<br />
<br />
#1- Serve a mission...check<br />
<br />
#2- Get my bachelor's degree...check<br />
<br />
#3- Get married in the temple...check<br />
<br />
#4- Go to Hawaii...check (twice over)<br />
<br />
#5- give birth without an epidural ...check (even though once I was actually giving birth I <s>wanted</s> needed an epidural more than anything and yes, i know this is a weird thing to have on a bucket list)<br />
<br />
#6- read the bible cover to cover...in progress (finished the old testament a few weeks ago and now in the new testament)<br />
<br />
#7- run a marathon... still to be done<br />
<br />
#8- photograph a wedding...check (I photographed my first wedding yesterday- stayed tuned into my photography blog to see the pictures in the next week or so)<br />
<br />
#9- own my own house...almost check (I am going to include a few pictures that we took a few weeks ago so my mother in law can see...hi mom. we love you!)<br />
<br />
#10- be completely debt free...yet to be achieved (obviously, the house isn't helping with that one)<br />
<br />
I think I want to think up some more bucketlist items...hmm...a trip to Europe sounds nice...Spain, maybe England or Denmark (to visit an old friend...those won't help with #10 either)... :)<br />
<br />
partial walk out basement-<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TFWHjZS6dPI/AAAAAAAACrU/hkP-wkiJtjA/s1600/IMG_5615.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TFWHjZS6dPI/AAAAAAAACrU/hkP-wkiJtjA/s800/IMG_5615.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">basement</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TFWHjZS6dPI/AAAAAAAACrU/hkP-wkiJtjA/s1600/IMG_5615.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TFWGzH6ncmI/AAAAAAAACrM/pyY0_04n9iw/s1600/IMG_5613.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TFWGzH6ncmI/AAAAAAAACrM/pyY0_04n9iw/s800/IMG_5613.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">master bath vanity</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TFWGzH6ncmI/AAAAAAAACrM/pyY0_04n9iw/s1600/IMG_5613.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TFWGm_Bxv3I/AAAAAAAACrE/HAz-fOfz9rQ/s1600/IMG_5612.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TFWGm_Bxv3I/AAAAAAAACrE/HAz-fOfz9rQ/s800/IMG_5612.jpg" /></a></div>hallway bath<br />
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TFWGbJRbSNI/AAAAAAAACq8/qpyGvje0cQw/s1600/IMG_5611.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TFWGbJRbSNI/AAAAAAAACq8/qpyGvje0cQw/s800/IMG_5611.jpg" /></a><br />
kitchen<br />
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TFWGGFkzSMI/AAAAAAAACqs/JkSqv_Gl2rQ/s1600/IMG_5606.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TFWGGFkzSMI/AAAAAAAACqs/JkSqv_Gl2rQ/s800/IMG_5606.jpg" /></a><br />
<br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TFWGO4gyjrI/AAAAAAAACq0/ERrtJQxlma8/s1600/IMG_5607.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TFWGO4gyjrI/AAAAAAAACq0/ERrtJQxlma8/s800/IMG_5607.jpg" /></a><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799137154914793827.post-24053513256767270522010-06-27T16:54:00.000-07:002010-06-27T16:54:08.539-07:00My testimony of the Book of MormonI want to share how I found out for myself that the Book of Mormon is true. <br />
<br />
In high school I remember hearing repeatedly about the importance of gaining my own "testimony" and not relying on my parent's testimonies or beliefs. I was encouraged to read the Book of Mormon and pray to know if it was true. Obediently, I read and prayed every night to find out for myself if the Book of Mormon really was another testament of Christ. I'm not sure what I was expecting. I'd heard of other's experiences gaining a testimony. They described feeling the holy ghost testify of it's truthfulness to them. They described feelings of warmth, like a burning in their bosom, others said they felt as if they'd been enveloped in a warm hug. This seemed foreign to me, but every night I continued, hoping, maybe even expecting something miraculous. Weeks went by, and then months. Nothing. I began to grow skeptical of the book. "How could it be true? What are the chances?", I asked skeptically. I continued to read and pray, but did so with increasing doubts in my heart. <br />
<br />
Finally, one afternoon I approached my dad. I began to cry and said I didn't have a testimony. "I just don't believe. " He began to laugh. This caught me by surprise. How could he laugh when I was being so sincere. "Michelle, do you really think that Joseph Smith could have written that book?" Then he began to reason with me. He explained to me chiasmuses, and how each book contained in the book of mormon has shown evidence of distinct writing styles, indicative of several authors and not one, and he spoke about the little education Joseph Smith had, etc, etc. My dad reasoned with me in a way that I left asking some of the same questions, but doubt and skepticism were beginning to be replaced by a little spark of faith. It was a few days later that I would read Alma 32. I don't think it was a coincidence. <br />
<br />
"Now, we will compare the word unto a seed. Now, if ye give place, that a seed may be planted in your heart, behold, if it be a true seed, or a good seed, if ye do not cast it out by your unbelief, that ye will resist the Spirit of the Lord, behold, it will begin to swell within your breasts; and when you feel these swelling motions, ye will begin to say within yourselves- It must needs be that this is a good seed, or that the word is good, for it beginneth to enlarge my soul; yea, it beginneth to enlighten my understanding, yea, it beginneth to be delicious to me."<br />
<br />
As I read this verse, among others in Alma, the spirit ever so gently testified to me that what I was reading was true. It was a feeling of peace and a feeling that I wanted to know more. It appealed to me and felt wholesome and good. It's hard to explain. The spirit speaks gently, but powerfully. Even so, my testimony then was so small- a seed that needed nurturing. I've continued to nurture it. I've lost track of the times I've read the Book of Mormon- somewhere upwards of 20 times. Each time my conviction that this book is of God grows. Each time I grow closer to the Lord. <br />
<br />
Currently, I'm studying the Old Testament. Thirty-four more pages to go. I've learned a lot. I've learned to see how the law of Moses pointed to the atonement of Christ. I've grown to understand and appreciate the temple more. I've seen the ill effects that happen when people are unwilling to listen to the prophet. I've seen apostacy and restoration, priesthood and prophecy. It's been a good experience. Yet, I must admit, I can't wait to get back to studying the book of mormon as my main scripture study. The Book of Mormon has helped me come to know the Lord more than anything else I've ever read- new testament included.<br />
<br />
One last story- Victoria, Spain. My mission companion and I went to pay a visit to a girl we had met in the streets that had been interested in learning more about the Book of Mormon and our church. We knocked on her door. No answer. Disappointed, we began to leave the apartment building to head out to the streets. To our surprise, we found the woman we had been trying to visit. Veronica was her name. She was from Peru. Veronica had been hiding from us. (It's funny to see what people will do to avoid talking to mormon missionaries- haha). We were determined to share even a little bit with her. So there, in the stairwell of this apartment building, we shared a brief overview of how God has always called prophets, but how, as foretold in the Bible, there was an apostacy followed by a restoration of God's church and that God, through Jospeh Smith, restored this church and translated the book of Mormon. Then we showed her the Book of Mormon and briefly explained that it was a record of an ancient people that lived in the Americas that came from Jerusalem. They too believed in Christ. I shared the scripture Moroni 10:3-5. <br />
<br />
"Behold, I would exhort you that when ye shall read these things, if it be wisdom in God that ye should read them, that ye would remember how merciful the Lord hath been unto the children of men, from the creation of Adam even down until the time that ye shall receive these things, and ponder it in your hearts. <br />
And when ye shall receive these things, I would exhort you that ye would ask God, the Eternal Father, in the name of Christ, if these things are not true; and if ye shall ask with a sincere heart, with real intent, having faith in Christ, he will manifest the truth of it unto you, by the power of the Holy Ghost.<br />
And by the power of the Holy Ghost ye may know the truth of all things."<br />
<br />
As I shared those verses, I felt the need to stress the part about asking with a sincere heart and real intent. It caught me off guard when she blurted out, what do you mean "verdadera intention" (real intent). I explained that you sincerely want to know and you're not just reading to read. Only you and God can know you're true intentions. We left her with a copy of the Book of Mormon and that promise, but had little hope for her, after all, she had hid from us. <br />
<br />
But, Veronica read. And she didn't just read a few chapters. She read the whole book, including the index in the back. And more than that, she read with a sincere heart and real intent. It was amazing to see the changes that took place in her. The intimacy in which she prayed changed, her thirst to know more about things of God changed, she desired to be baptized and she began sharing her new found faith with her friends. She truly had a change of heart. The Book of Mormon was key in this change. I've witnessed this in others lives and seen it happen in my own. <br />
<br />
I know the Book of Mormon is true. I know it will help people draw closer to God. I sometimes think, I don't understand how someone could read this book and not believe it to be from God, but then I remember how I had initially read the book with skepticism. I would hope that all might be able to read the Book of Mormon with real intent as did Veronica. <br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?autoplay=true&index=1&locale=0&sourceld=561c6a86bdcf7210VgnVCM100000176f620a___&vgnextoid=bd163ca6e9aa3210VgnVCM1000003a94610aRCRD">Testimony of apostle Jeffrey R. Holland regarding the Book of Mormon</a> (okay, so for some reason it's linking another message from Jeffrey R. Holland- which is also very good- but just click on the Book of Mormon link video that will be on that same page)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799137154914793827.post-56480883565193004742010-06-06T16:35:00.000-07:002010-06-06T17:47:31.496-07:00Baby EastonFor those of you that are unaware, my sister Sheena found out that there were some complications with their baby. Through testing they discovered that the baby had a rare condition called triploidy. The baby would not survive and also put Sheena at risk for developing a whole slew of things, including cancer. The doctors said they would need to induce her early. <br />
<br />
This past Thursday, being 21 weeks along, Sheena was induced. I told Sheena I would take pictures. They didn't expect the baby to live long, so I got to be in the birth. <br />
<br />
It was beautiful to see Sheena's courage and the way Sheena and Bradley pulled together as a couple as they faced this painful experience.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAwibRyzRgI/AAAAAAAACLw/Dx_7uOXw134/s1600/pIMG_6519.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAwibRyzRgI/AAAAAAAACLw/Dx_7uOXw134/s1024/pIMG_6519.jpg" /></a></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAwiylsMw7I/AAAAAAAACL4/1sec5H9B-CM/s1600/pIMG_6536.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAwiylsMw7I/AAAAAAAACL4/1sec5H9B-CM/s1024/pIMG_6536.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAwoAj0NjDI/AAAAAAAACMw/ffU-Q4mgnzU/s1600/IMG_6531.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAwoAj0NjDI/AAAAAAAACMw/ffU-Q4mgnzU/s1024/IMG_6531.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAwhnyH23uI/AAAAAAAACLg/RKePiKAU2rU/s1600/IMG_6524.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAwhnyH23uI/AAAAAAAACLg/RKePiKAU2rU/s1024/IMG_6524.jpg" /></a><br />
<br />
Sheena holding her baby for the first time. It was a tender moment to see the love she had for her new baby. I still cry every time I see her grief in these pictures.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAwjOKTHReI/AAAAAAAACMA/AtH5MG5t7KA/s1600/pIMG_6555.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAwjOKTHReI/AAAAAAAACMA/AtH5MG5t7KA/s1024/pIMG_6555.jpg" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAwpZyKP76I/AAAAAAAACM4/4cy7jUr8s1c/s1600/pIMG_6543bw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAwpZyKP76I/AAAAAAAACM4/4cy7jUr8s1c/s1024/pIMG_6543bw.jpg" /></a><br />
<br />
Baby Easton. So tiny. So sweet. Such a special little spirit.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAwiDWHU1nI/AAAAAAAACLo/0Zc58s-Z7uI/s1600/IMG_6582.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAwiDWHU1nI/AAAAAAAACLo/0Zc58s-Z7uI/s1024/IMG_6582.jpg" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAwqR80qxHI/AAAAAAAACNA/Tko-dr7fnz0/s1600/pIMG_6563bw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAwqR80qxHI/AAAAAAAACNA/Tko-dr7fnz0/s1024/pIMG_6563bw.jpg" /></a><br />
<br />
Payson and Sadie were so anxious to see their new little baby brother, especially Payson. He's talked about this baby with anticipation for months now. Although Bradley and Sheena had tried explaining that the baby would go live with Jesus, I'm not sure they really understood. As they waited outside in the waiting room i suspect they sensed something was wrong. Lynnae & me couldn't hold back tears. Sadie seemed nervous and a little confused as she comforted Lynnae by playing with her ear and giving her a hug. <br />
<br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAwlnRIhttI/AAAAAAAACMo/EaY8xwi17mE/s1600/pIMG_6628.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAwlnRIhttI/AAAAAAAACMo/EaY8xwi17mE/s1024/pIMG_6628.jpg" /></a><br />
<br />
Sadie and Payson get to see their new little brother for the first time. He's already passed away. I think they were a little confused. Bradley and Sheena said the baby was with Heavenly Father now, yet Payson was holding the baby. Although Sadie and Payson seem like their normal selves, I think there must be some level of comprehension. Sheena says that Payson doesn't ask about baby Easton any more. <br />
<br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAwkVZY1MzI/AAAAAAAACMQ/HyPLj_UpzQs/s1600/pIMG_6672.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAwkVZY1MzI/AAAAAAAACMQ/HyPLj_UpzQs/s1024/pIMG_6672.jpg" /></a><br />
<br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAwkVZY1MzI/AAAAAAAACMQ/HyPLj_UpzQs/s1600/pIMG_6672.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAwkyUr-v5I/AAAAAAAACMY/S4MD2zFMxlg/s1600/pIMG_6690.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAwkyUr-v5I/AAAAAAAACMY/S4MD2zFMxlg/s1024/pIMG_6690.jpg" /></a><br />
<br />
Families can be together forever. Until we meet. <br />
<br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAwlKYrsMBI/AAAAAAAACMg/vPgz4Wmkl6w/s1600/pIMG_6698.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAwlKYrsMBI/AAAAAAAACMg/vPgz4Wmkl6w/s1024/pIMG_6698.jpg" /></a><br />
<br />
Easton Reisner June 3, 2010<br />
<br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAwj5WSBfDI/AAAAAAAACMI/M-m9YrmQyyQ/s1600/pIMG_6581.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAwj5WSBfDI/AAAAAAAACMI/M-m9YrmQyyQ/s1024/pIMG_6581.jpg" /></a><br />
<br />
an <a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?autoplay=true&index=1&locale=0&sourceld=b63b822d7ecc8210VgnVCM100000176f620a___&vgnextoid=bd163ca6e9aa3210VgnVCM1000003a94610aRCRD">applicable mormon message video</a><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799137154914793827.post-37560445089911203562010-05-29T16:02:00.000-07:002010-05-29T16:02:17.271-07:00A day at the parkCutty-boy explores with dad...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAGWTp0zXWI/AAAAAAAACIQ/wlpBRvZjm6I/s1600/20100521-IMG_4845.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAGWTp0zXWI/AAAAAAAACIQ/wlpBRvZjm6I/s1024/20100521-IMG_4845.jpg" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAGWvZDXjUI/AAAAAAAACIY/NaXSrLSfHDw/s1600/20100521-IMG_4849.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAGWvZDXjUI/AAAAAAAACIY/NaXSrLSfHDw/s1024/20100521-IMG_4849.jpg" /></a></div>Dad takes exploring too far...(the water is cold, bbbrrr)<br />
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAGXIbHy_wI/AAAAAAAACIg/CoZqqwCmO44/s1600/20100521-IMG_4884.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAGXIbHy_wI/AAAAAAAACIg/CoZqqwCmO44/s1024/20100521-IMG_4884.jpg" /></a><br />
Mom comforts cutty-boy...<br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAGXptiEYeI/AAAAAAAACIo/pCA45oQ4b_Y/s1600/20100521-IMG_4890.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAGXptiEYeI/AAAAAAAACIo/pCA45oQ4b_Y/s1024/20100521-IMG_4890.jpg" /></a><br />
Cutty-boy wants food...<br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAGX_gkfF1I/AAAAAAAACIw/RCc7-qE8y1E/s1600/20100521-IMG_4903.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAGX_gkfF1I/AAAAAAAACIw/RCc7-qE8y1E/s1024/20100521-IMG_4903.jpg" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAGYQqvDmtI/AAAAAAAACI4/mlz6gnac2CM/s1600/IMG_4912.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAGYQqvDmtI/AAAAAAAACI4/mlz6gnac2CM/s1024/IMG_4912.jpg" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAGYlrwlEYI/AAAAAAAACJA/WxPx5egeFGA/s1600/IMG_4918.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/TAGYlrwlEYI/AAAAAAAACJA/WxPx5egeFGA/s1024/IMG_4918.jpg" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799137154914793827.post-35449574807449065992010-05-26T20:56:00.000-07:002010-05-26T20:56:34.194-07:00a little gem for a laugh I feel like I have so much to update on here, but I haven't had the time, but I can post this little tidbit. I couldn't resist sharing this picture anyways. (Sorry it's a little blurry.) I was taking pictures for Shannon before she headed back to Arizona and Payson wanted to be in every shot. We tried to explain to Payson that these pictures were just Preston alone and that we'd take some of him next. He did not like that. He stormed off. However, he stepped in the frame of this picture just as I was getting ready to take this of Preston. Totally unexpected! I love Payson's scowl...it still makes me laugh!<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S_3rIX5-UuI/AAAAAAAACEA/Bu5gdw-ngKw/s1600/IMG_5995.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S_3rIX5-UuI/AAAAAAAACEA/Bu5gdw-ngKw/s1024/IMG_5995.jpg" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799137154914793827.post-27812845936298385042010-05-20T07:21:00.000-07:002010-05-20T07:24:08.785-07:00Pray for my sister Sheena and her familyThis last Monday I had a pediatrician appointment for Liam. We were at the front desk filling out paperwork when I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I turned around to find my sister Sheena and brother-in-law Bradley. They were just leaving the doctors office. They were going to find out the sex of their baby that day and our whole family was eager with anticipation. <br />
<br />
"What are you having?", I asked. Then I noticed something wrong. Sheena's face was red and tears were in her eyes. One of them answered that they were having a girl. "What's wrong Sheena? You didn't want a girl." Sheena couldn't speak, she was so overcome with emotion. All she could do was shake her head. "What's wrong," I repeated. "Is the baby okay?" Bradley said, "Oh, we'll tell you later." Now I was getting emotional. "Bradley, is the baby okay?" That's when I found out the complications. Bradley and Sheena had not only found out they were having girl, they'd also found out it's organs were growing on the outside of it's body and that their baby had fluid on the brain. They would need to see a specialist to find out more. <br />
<br />
They've since learned that in addition to the other complications, the left side of it's brain is abnormally larger than the right. There's technical terms, but the gist of it all is that they suspect some chromosome defect or an extra chromosome. They are testing the amniotic fluid to learn more. And now they wait for two weeks til they learn more. If the baby has an extra chromosome, the baby will die. They doctors said abortion is an option, but of coarse, the Reisners refuse to take that route. Sheena may have to carry her baby full term knowing that it may only live an hour. Other possibilities, the baby doesn't have an extra chromosone and it will indefinately have to undergo surgeries and it may have some mental retardation. Pray for my sister and her family. <br />
<br />
To hear Sheena's side of the story or to leave a nice comment, visit her blog <a href="http://sheenareisner.blogspot.com/">HERE</a>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799137154914793827.post-70118264986679969452010-05-11T20:33:00.000-07:002010-05-11T20:34:04.662-07:00Lynnae & Eli at promMy mom wanted me to post some pictures of Lynnae at prom so she could show my grandparents...so here you go mom. (Hi grandma and grandfather!)<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S-oZ8qHXfRI/AAAAAAAAB8A/_gE8YhbCYeQ/s1600/IMG_4187.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S-oZ8qHXfRI/AAAAAAAAB8A/_gE8YhbCYeQ/s1024/IMG_4187.jpg" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S-oZm_WTRMI/AAAAAAAAB74/UgX-EoiAOcs/s1600/IMG_4180.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S-oZm_WTRMI/AAAAAAAAB74/UgX-EoiAOcs/s1024/IMG_4180.jpg" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S-oZY318ElI/AAAAAAAAB7w/RXYmy8eToBM/s1600/IMG_4178.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S-oZY318ElI/AAAAAAAAB7w/RXYmy8eToBM/s1024/IMG_4178.jpg" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S-oZIdHDEQI/AAAAAAAAB7o/QmRF-HE58Xk/s1600/IMG_4170.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S-oZIdHDEQI/AAAAAAAAB7o/QmRF-HE58Xk/s1024/IMG_4170.jpg" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799137154914793827.post-61604367389668361302010-05-09T19:40:00.000-07:002010-05-09T19:40:01.461-07:00Chunky goodness of the lovey kisses of the greatest reward (my title is dedicated to Traci)Liam is getting so chunky! The most frequent regarding him is "he doesn't miss a meal". He is now 3 months, but has outgrown 3 month clothing. He wears 6-9 month old clothing and last week he weighed in at 16.6 pounds and 25 inches. Time for a picture update.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S-drcEsi0TI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/9T0FSuAQikI/s1600/IMG_2481.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S-drcEsi0TI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/9T0FSuAQikI/s1024/IMG_2481.jpg" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S-drQgX62tI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8j1v_GaQnVU/s1600/IMG_2484.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S-drQgX62tI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/8j1v_GaQnVU/s1024/IMG_2484.jpg" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S-dsopqh6SI/AAAAAAAAB4w/94gdisFKhww/s1600/IMG_2441.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S-dsopqh6SI/AAAAAAAAB4w/94gdisFKhww/s1024/IMG_2441.jpg" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S-dsVNZo2bI/AAAAAAAAB4o/LVFoCywmpck/s1600/IMG_2462.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S-dsVNZo2bI/AAAAAAAAB4o/LVFoCywmpck/s1024/IMG_2462.jpg" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S-dsDwPjzEI/AAAAAAAAB4g/5IxFB_Oarzw/s1600/IMG_2453.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S-dsDwPjzEI/AAAAAAAAB4g/5IxFB_Oarzw/s1024/IMG_2453.jpg" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S-dtmjhMoMI/AAAAAAAAB44/eeBtOUNeoIA/s1600/IMG_2417.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S-dtmjhMoMI/AAAAAAAAB44/eeBtOUNeoIA/s1024/IMG_2417.jpg" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S-dwWoWETcI/AAAAAAAAB5A/PpS3mxBBNXc/s1600/IMG_2371ps.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S-dwWoWETcI/AAAAAAAAB5A/PpS3mxBBNXc/s1024/IMG_2371ps.jpg" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799137154914793827.post-28720157859271810482010-05-08T22:10:00.000-07:002010-05-09T07:13:28.961-07:00GratefulToday was a nice day. Nothing spectacular, but just nice.<br />
Chad & I attended the ground breaking services for the Kansas City, MO lds temple. At first it was a little distracting because the connection with the groundbreaking service kept on getting disrupted. <br />
Then finally the webcast gets connected and Liam begins to get fussy. <br />
I head to the foyer with him. We listen to the service as I pace the foyer with a bounce in my step to rock him. We looked at the pictures of Christ on the walls. "There's Jesus", I'd say, pointing to the pictures, as if Liam understands me. Maybe he does. <br />
Things were peaceful. In the peace my thoughts wandered. I realized how lucky I was to be attending the groundbreaking of a temple in a city that early latter-day saints only dreamt of building in. I felt grateful. I thought about how so much that I have and enjoy can be accredited to the lives lived by my ancestors and others that came before me. It was humbling. I felt that being a mother and teaching these things to my son will be one of the greatest things I can do. I cried. <br />
Sometimes I think it's good to cry, whether sad or grateful, it's good. It helps me feel alive. It lets me know I'm not numb. Have you cried lately?<br />
Tonight I was blog hopping and came upon a link to a inspirational video. I cried again. I need to go to bed. :) But for those of you that might need a good cry, give it a watch...<a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?locale=0&vgnextoid=bd163ca6e9aa3210VgnVCM1000003a94610aRCRD&channelId=bd163ca6e9aa3210VgnVCM1000003a94610aRCRD"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">HERE</span></a> (it's also very fitting for Mother's day)<br />
Happy mother's day to my mom and all you other mom's out there. Okay, now I'm off to bed.<br />
Oh, one last thing- I got an early mother's day surprise. Aren't they cute?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S-bCwfXlNRI/AAAAAAAAB4I/wVmoxSCBXmI/s1600/IMG_3988.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S-bCwfXlNRI/AAAAAAAAB4I/wVmoxSCBXmI/s800/IMG_3988.jpg" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799137154914793827.post-2491873775736259222010-04-30T17:07:00.000-07:002010-04-30T17:07:23.437-07:00Silver Dollar CityLook at us! A day of fun, riding rollercoasters. Little Liam, he just loves it! We were so excited to get there that Chad didn't even take the time to change from his scrubs that he wears to work. What's that white thing on the side you ask...oh, just part of the ride. There were random refrigerators along the coarse of the rollercoaster. The ride was called "Yo-Yo Diet rollercoaster". I guess the refrigerators are supposed to be some sort of prop that they tie in with the theme. Must be. There were also large statues of Richard Simmons, Jane Fonda, a soda waterfall, and you can't tell, but our seats were actually shaped like donuts and cupcakes...<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S9tqQAd0hII/AAAAAAAABxg/vq-OVuC9eqw/s1600/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+17.03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S9tqQAd0hII/AAAAAAAABxg/vq-OVuC9eqw/s800/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+17.03.jpg" /></a></div><br />
...okay, you figuered me out. So we didn't really go to silver dollar city. We got a new computer and we were messing with some of the programs on it. How could I pass up posting such a fun picture? :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799137154914793827.post-34480208226142890232010-04-18T20:15:00.000-07:002010-04-27T16:45:09.204-07:00St. Louis tripThis last Friday we went to the temple. Sheena and Bradley watched Liam while we watched Sadie and Payson. <br />
Here's Sadie with one of the flowers picked from the temple grounds...whoops. <br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8u_uj1RcgI/AAAAAAAABnU/W2YzpO95k_M/s1600/IMG_1147.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8u_uj1RcgI/AAAAAAAABnU/W2YzpO95k_M/s1600/IMG_1147.jpg" /></a><br />
<br />
Some flowers Sadie didn't pick :)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vIUbp9LCI/AAAAAAAABp0/YVNHmfjmsBU/s1200/IMG_1143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vIUbp9LCI/AAAAAAAABp0/YVNHmfjmsBU/s1024/IMG_1143.jpg" /></a></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vIkFIuVVI/AAAAAAAABp8/VN1Nl9-aZdY/s1600/IMG_1145.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vIkFIuVVI/AAAAAAAABp8/VN1Nl9-aZdY/s800/IMG_1145.jpg" /></a><br />
<br />
My attempts to get a cute picture of Sadie and Payson together in front of the temple...Does being in the same picture count as being together?<br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8u_9BMaSUI/AAAAAAAABnc/f6wnr-CW-3c/s1600/IMG_1160.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8u_9BMaSUI/AAAAAAAABnc/f6wnr-CW-3c/s1600/IMG_1160.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vAH3ZrtJI/AAAAAAAABnk/mqOqyUhtKEM/s1600/IMG_1161.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vAH3ZrtJI/AAAAAAAABnk/mqOqyUhtKEM/s1024/IMG_1161.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vAVvkdNhI/AAAAAAAABns/soiuvl1iwHw/s1600/IMG_1162.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vAVvkdNhI/AAAAAAAABns/soiuvl1iwHw/s1024/IMG_1162.jpg" /></a><br />
<br />
Later we went to the zoo with Sheena and Bradley. Four hours of of walking around the zoo can wipe one out! But I was determined to see the elephants before we left. I did, but I was too tired to get a picture by then. <br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vAphv2i3I/AAAAAAAABn0/tAkwEAuMa8s/s1600/IMG_1180.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vAphv2i3I/AAAAAAAABn0/tAkwEAuMa8s/s800/IMG_1180.jpg" /></a><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vICbeDU2I/AAAAAAAABps/sjR1C60BndI/s1600/IMG_1286.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vICbeDU2I/AAAAAAAABps/sjR1C60BndI/s800/IMG_1286.jpg" /></a></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vA8S8WAsI/AAAAAAAABn8/VQxBLClmoBQ/s1600/IMG_1190.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vA8S8WAsI/AAAAAAAABn8/VQxBLClmoBQ/s800/IMG_1190.jpg" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vHWoAIDgI/AAAAAAAABpc/YaDUafmw0i4/s1600/IMG_1207.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vHWoAIDgI/AAAAAAAABpc/YaDUafmw0i4/s800/IMG_1207.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vBTR0Bu9I/AAAAAAAABoE/6HSlZtKjCj8/s1600/IMG_1200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vBTR0Bu9I/AAAAAAAABoE/6HSlZtKjCj8/s800/IMG_1200.jpg" /></a><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vG9534D1I/AAAAAAAABpU/vTGNKrzOZBc/s1600/IMG_1204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vG9534D1I/AAAAAAAABpU/vTGNKrzOZBc/s800/IMG_1204.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vBmqzGVBI/AAAAAAAABoM/G0MTw6b_rao/s1600/IMG_1269.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vBmqzGVBI/AAAAAAAABoM/G0MTw6b_rao/s800/IMG_1269.jpg" /></a><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vHvnGhA5I/AAAAAAAABpk/lvMM7O5alxQ/s1600/IMG_1209.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vHvnGhA5I/AAAAAAAABpk/lvMM7O5alxQ/s800/IMG_1209.jpg" /></a></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vB89Kd9WI/AAAAAAAABoU/1oI04OMVOj0/s1600/IMG_1275.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vB89Kd9WI/AAAAAAAABoU/1oI04OMVOj0/s800/IMG_1275.jpg" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799137154914793827.post-12044088224072937602010-04-18T19:58:00.000-07:002010-04-18T19:58:40.770-07:00The PromDid I tell you that Chad asked me to prom? Okay, okay, so maybe it was just a "church prom" and maybe he was just going because he's young men's president and had to chaperone, but it was fun anyways. It's nice to have an excuse to get dressed up. Sadly, I didn't get any pictures of us, but I did of my sister and the group she went with. Aren't they cute? The youth here are so awesome! <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vEYDz7CcI/AAAAAAAABpM/4b0NPoYtWYo/s1600/IMG_1360.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vEYDz7CcI/AAAAAAAABpM/4b0NPoYtWYo/s800/IMG_1360.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vCmZEr47I/AAAAAAAABok/rSzWcrJ2GRc/s1600/IMG_1304txtr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vCmZEr47I/AAAAAAAABok/rSzWcrJ2GRc/s800/IMG_1304txtr.jpg" /></a></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vDB_1UiBI/AAAAAAAABos/GuFvNsaozVc/s1600/IMG_1309txtr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vDB_1UiBI/AAAAAAAABos/GuFvNsaozVc/s800/IMG_1309txtr.jpg" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vDaxQlTWI/AAAAAAAABo0/efU0o9vbKSk/s1600/IMG_1316txtr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vDaxQlTWI/AAAAAAAABo0/efU0o9vbKSk/s800/IMG_1316txtr.jpg" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vDzssPZQI/AAAAAAAABo8/K3NBBpFYKi8/s1600/IMG_1326txtr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vDzssPZQI/AAAAAAAABo8/K3NBBpFYKi8/s800/IMG_1326txtr.jpg" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vEKUq__SI/AAAAAAAABpE/0vmQoBk2khw/s1600/IMG_1365.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vEKUq__SI/AAAAAAAABpE/0vmQoBk2khw/s800/IMG_1365.jpg" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799137154914793827.post-45255247156665485492010-04-18T19:41:00.000-07:002010-04-18T19:41:35.576-07:00Pinewood Derby<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vCM6ZIUkI/AAAAAAAABoc/fFWcTJo5gsg/s1600/IMG_1040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8vCM6ZIUkI/AAAAAAAABoc/fFWcTJo5gsg/s800/IMG_1040.jpg" /></a></div>Cody got the award for best looking car...ironically, he hated the way it looked. My dad thought it'd be cool to make it look antiqued. <br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8u9xBVzqWI/AAAAAAAABmk/Tr9nP0HmJnE/s1600/IMG_1047.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8u9xBVzqWI/AAAAAAAABmk/Tr9nP0HmJnE/s800/IMG_1047.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8u-YF8rlKI/AAAAAAAABm8/OwnsifO6LQc/s1600/IMG_1109.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8u-YF8rlKI/AAAAAAAABm8/OwnsifO6LQc/s800/IMG_1109.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8u-LAYG4lI/AAAAAAAABm0/YAPq8KWbNi0/s1600/IMG_1101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8u-LAYG4lI/AAAAAAAABm0/YAPq8KWbNi0/s800/IMG_1101.jpg" /></a><br />
Cody got 2nd place.<br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8u-viulD_I/AAAAAAAABnE/wFfOVfRilWo/s1600/IMG_1106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8u-viulD_I/AAAAAAAABnE/wFfOVfRilWo/s800/IMG_1106.jpg" /></a><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8u_E9O04mI/AAAAAAAABnM/ZYXJ9y73g8k/s1600/IMG_1116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8u_E9O04mI/AAAAAAAABnM/ZYXJ9y73g8k/s800/IMG_1116.jpg" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799137154914793827.post-56490185304447878352010-04-18T19:23:00.000-07:002010-04-18T19:23:29.644-07:00Easter pics<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8u97QjUxmI/AAAAAAAABms/62Ei6KpeRsA/s1600/IMG_0649.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8u97QjUxmI/AAAAAAAABms/62Ei6KpeRsA/s800/IMG_0649.jpg" /></a></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8u73zz97ZI/AAAAAAAABl8/UuJBhLTsqWQ/s1600/dadbday2010-0639.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8u73zz97ZI/AAAAAAAABl8/UuJBhLTsqWQ/s800/dadbday2010-0639.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8u83Am8saI/AAAAAAAABmU/isZom219XBM/s1600/dadbday2010-0637.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8u83Am8saI/AAAAAAAABmU/isZom219XBM/s800/dadbday2010-0637.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8u8Kp-X36I/AAAAAAAABmE/me59oSB84wI/s1600/dadbday2010-0618.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8u8Kp-X36I/AAAAAAAABmE/me59oSB84wI/s800/dadbday2010-0618.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8u9NoXSt1I/AAAAAAAABmc/Vt1ltfcCXCA/s1600/IMG_0590.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8u9NoXSt1I/AAAAAAAABmc/Vt1ltfcCXCA/s800/IMG_0590.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8u8eqJdEAI/AAAAAAAABmM/raAI-Hgx_Hk/s1600/dadbday2010-0581.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S8u8eqJdEAI/AAAAAAAABmM/raAI-Hgx_Hk/s800/dadbday2010-0581.jpg" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799137154914793827.post-12478695973056317762010-04-07T21:02:00.000-07:002010-04-07T21:02:43.821-07:00Chunk-a-chunk of burning loveHopefully you've heard the song by Elvis to get the play on words of my title...at least I think it was Elvis. Okay, so I've never actually heard the song myself, but Uncle Jesse on Full House sang it once..."I'm just a hunk a hunk of burnin' love" (the episode where he breaks both arms and Stephanie is helping him strum his guitar...)<br />
<br />
Anyways, enough of that. Liam had his belated 6 week check up today. He's now 2 months and he ranks in at the 95 percentile for his weight and 90 percentile for his height. He's a chunk, thus my title. I thought this picture would do this news justice. <br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S71TwMw40dI/AAAAAAAABjU/3RY6Rjdnosk/s1600/IMG_0135.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S71TwMw40dI/AAAAAAAABjU/3RY6Rjdnosk/s800/IMG_0135.jpg" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799137154914793827.post-32326852028882425732010-03-27T15:12:00.000-07:002010-03-27T20:51:31.696-07:00Emerging PersonalityLiam is sure growing up! He's almost 2 months old and he now weighs in at 15 pounds and has graduated to a size 3 in diapers! He's always wanting to eat. I get so used to having my shirt up to nurse all the time that I sometimes don't even realize it's still up. In fact the other day I left the house and realized I left my cell inside. I ran in to get it and in the process passed a mirror to find I'd left the house with my shirt part way up. Yikes! Thank you missing cell phone!<br />
<br />
He's also really showing some personality in his expressions and smiling regularly (especially after being fed). <br />
<br />
The other day I was in best buy looking at the camera accesories. I was holding Liam in my arms when someone passed by and said, "Oh, how cute." I looked down at Liam to find him staring at me with a huge smile. How sweet. He's my guy. <br />
<br />
Other fun things about Liam-<br />
<br />
He loves to grunt when he doesn't like something<br />
He giggles when I sing Oh, Holy Night<br />
He loves to be held on my shoulder <br />
He loves to lay on the countertop and watch me in the mirror when I put on my make-up and fix my hair<br />
He coughs when he wants to eat<br />
He messes his pants like no other whenever we make a day trip to Springfield<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S657Pv6BWrI/AAAAAAAABZs/YIHPhZeidTg/s1600/txtrexpressiveliam-9893.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S657Pv6BWrI/AAAAAAAABZs/YIHPhZeidTg/s800/txtrexpressiveliam-9893.jpg" /></a></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S65644K92VI/AAAAAAAABZk/sqHYd-hOEPw/s1600/txtrexpressiveliam-9892.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S65644K92VI/AAAAAAAABZk/sqHYd-hOEPw/s800/txtrexpressiveliam-9892.jpg" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S656V_N-M8I/AAAAAAAABZc/xQ4FoHk096Q/s1600/txtrexpressiveliam-9887.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S656V_N-M8I/AAAAAAAABZc/xQ4FoHk096Q/s800/txtrexpressiveliam-9887.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S656A2QR-GI/AAAAAAAABZU/SV_-IR5eoGQ/s1600/txtrexpressiveliam-9886.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S656A2QR-GI/AAAAAAAABZU/SV_-IR5eoGQ/s800/txtrexpressiveliam-9886.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S655k1kThKI/AAAAAAAABZM/ZHDHTipOAuU/s1600/txtrexpressiveliam-9885.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S655k1kThKI/AAAAAAAABZM/ZHDHTipOAuU/s800/txtrexpressiveliam-9885.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S659jV4OLJI/AAAAAAAABZ8/feXrpSijfDY/s1600/duckyface-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S659jV4OLJI/AAAAAAAABZ8/feXrpSijfDY/s800/duckyface-2.jpg" /></a><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S66HCEBcrlI/AAAAAAAABaE/JHeW8Y2TFi8/s1600/txtr2expressiveliam-9888.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S66HCEBcrlI/AAAAAAAABaE/JHeW8Y2TFi8/s800/txtr2expressiveliam-9888.jpg" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799137154914793827.post-19271771862692580932010-03-22T18:35:00.000-07:002010-04-18T20:18:46.981-07:00Kyra & Brigham's Gracie SueLook at all that red hair!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S6ejuScPsqI/AAAAAAAABX8/6DEc5iLvLxY/s1600-h/graciesue-9754.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S6ejuScPsqI/AAAAAAAABX8/6DEc5iLvLxY/s800/graciesue-9754.jpg" /></a></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S6ejdaa99vI/AAAAAAAABX0/7GSFGIHgg50/s1600-h/graciesue-9753.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S6ejdaa99vI/AAAAAAAABX0/7GSFGIHgg50/s800/graciesue-9753.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S6e9lieP0NI/AAAAAAAABYU/YRlhmUKIjes/s1600-h/graciesue-9796.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S6e9lieP0NI/AAAAAAAABYU/YRlhmUKIjes/s800/graciesue-9796.jpg" /></a><br />
I can just hear Brigham talking to Lydia when I see him in this picture with his shoulders shrugged and the smile from his profile.<br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S6e9UmdOOhI/AAAAAAAABYM/7UnJW9f4uEA/s1600-h/graciesue-9788.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S6e9UmdOOhI/AAAAAAAABYM/7UnJW9f4uEA/s800/graciesue-9788.jpg" /></a><br />
Lydia meets baby Gracie for the first time.<br />
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S6fopcK0ZFI/AAAAAAAABYc/cdvmFIBevSU/s1600-h/graciesue-9849.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S6fopcK0ZFI/AAAAAAAABYc/cdvmFIBevSU/s800/graciesue-9849.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S6fpJ4vQ6OI/AAAAAAAABYk/oQhVCp19f1Q/s1600-h/graciesue-9851.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S6fpJ4vQ6OI/AAAAAAAABYk/oQhVCp19f1Q/s800/graciesue-9851.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S6f11WgjTRI/AAAAAAAABY8/e2vngp-Ywbk/s1600-h/graciesue-9862.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S6f11WgjTRI/AAAAAAAABY8/e2vngp-Ywbk/s800/graciesue-9862.jpg" /></a><br />
I love the little mittens.<br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S6f1df7m9JI/AAAAAAAABY0/j1okfLbEFiU/s1600-h/graciesue-9859.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S6f1df7m9JI/AAAAAAAABY0/j1okfLbEFiU/s800/graciesue-9859.jpg" /></a><br />
Isn't Kyra look a beautiful mom...and probably the only person who could pull off a "grillbillies" t-shirt.<br />
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S6fpjUvwtMI/AAAAAAAABYs/tFJNDpc3ZKA/s1600-h/graciesue-9854.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S6fpjUvwtMI/AAAAAAAABYs/tFJNDpc3ZKA/s800/graciesue-9854.jpg" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799137154914793827.post-68568663149666430842010-03-02T13:11:00.000-08:002010-03-27T20:52:44.542-07:00"I'll just love 'em..."I'm sitting here surrounded by piles of folded laundry that need putting away, and a basket that still awaits folding. The vacuum is still sitting out for that spare minute that I hope to get to finish the second half of my house, dishes from lunch still sit around and I have sandpaper and paint sitting out from some picture frames and a piano that I'm refinishing. Why all the half finished jobs...my baby LOVES to be held! If I set him down when he's sleeping, he'll sleep maybe five minutes and then wake up crying. My wrists are killing me from all the multi-tasking I've done with him in my arms. You might wonder why I'm blogging write now, instead of tackling some of my to-do's...the baby isn't in a deep enough sleep for me to put him down yet...I just know. <br />
<br />
At first, I worried that all this holding him was going to spoil him, but according to the google searches I've done, you can't spoil a newborn by holding them too much. After four months, it's a different story the experts say. <br />
<br />
But I'm also reminded of something else, something I really want to write about...my mom. When I was 18, I left home for Mesa. I lived with my mom's parents for a few months. At 18 I was perfectly aware of what I thought were my parents imperfections. My grandfather saw something different. One conversation I had with him still stays with me.<br />
<br />
My grandfather said that when my mom would come over to visit them my sister and me would get into everything. "Jeanne, you need to get after your kids", my grandparents would tell my mom. But she'd always reply back with the same response, "I'll just love 'em". My grandfather admitted to being very concerned about my mother's philosophy on parenting. "We worried about how you kids would turn out," he said. "But look at you all. You're turning out just fine. Your mom was the one that taught us. She knew all along. I'll just love 'em..." My grandfather's voice trailed off as he starred off in the distance thinking about the things he'd just told me.<br />
<br />
"I'll just love 'em". Simple philosophy on parenting, but effective. Come what may I knew that two people would always love me, my mom and God (sorry dad, i knew you loved me too, but for some reason I'd always think of mom...I'd probably cite you if this were a story on justice :)) Over the years growing up, I always knew that whatever stupid thing I did, I could tell my mom because she wouldn't overreact and she'd still love me. It kept me out of too much trouble. That same love also comforted me when I dealt with the embarrassment of severe acne, and the rejection and dissappointment that came with several years of being single. And on my mission I would write home about how difficult all the rejection was. My mom wrote back what I intially thought was, 'I wish I could be there with you', but then as I did a double take on the sentence, I realized she'd instead written, "I wish I could take your place." What better tutorial to understanding God's love, than to have someone love you like that.<br />
<br />
So for right now, I'll hold my boy. There will be plenty ahead of him in life where his mom can't be there to hold him. <br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(me, dad, Shannon, mom) </span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S41-Sja9nLI/AAAAAAAABXU/KSzvYs7FuqE/s1600-h/scan0190.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S41-Sja9nLI/AAAAAAAABXU/KSzvYs7FuqE/s800/scan0190.jpg" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799137154914793827.post-58976237624754802522010-02-28T19:16:00.000-08:002010-02-28T19:34:35.578-08:00A month of cuteness!!!It's hard to believe that almost a month has gone by since I gave birth to our little Liam (this Tuesday he'll be one month old). He's getting so big (the newborn clothes and diapers don't seem awkwardly oversized and he's starting to occasionally smile)! We've taken sooo many pictures as you will see from below.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4s1Uy8PmPI/AAAAAAAABXM/vQxdAIupr1c/s1600-h/liam2feb-8814.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4s1Uy8PmPI/AAAAAAAABXM/vQxdAIupr1c/s800/liam2feb-8814.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4nlUeZUjrI/AAAAAAAABU0/MSNyNU-EZuk/s1600-h/liam2feb-8572txtr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4nlUeZUjrI/AAAAAAAABU0/MSNyNU-EZuk/s800/liam2feb-8572txtr.jpg" /></a></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4sv2zYDwbI/AAAAAAAABXE/yRhpzWTFmY8/s1600-h/liam2feb-8241.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4sv2zYDwbI/AAAAAAAABXE/yRhpzWTFmY8/s800/liam2feb-8241.jpg" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4suuvHieOI/AAAAAAAABW8/jp0vDzbPIjA/s1600-h/liam2feb-8386.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4suuvHieOI/AAAAAAAABW8/jp0vDzbPIjA/s800/liam2feb-8386.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4suBuXxlVI/AAAAAAAABW0/GH612DW0dQ0/s1600-h/liam2feb-8724.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4suBuXxlVI/AAAAAAAABW0/GH612DW0dQ0/s800/liam2feb-8724.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4spSph8rwI/AAAAAAAABWs/87RpKvyw_nw/s1600-h/liam2feb-8928.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4spSph8rwI/AAAAAAAABWs/87RpKvyw_nw/s800/liam2feb-8928.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4soqFP3pXI/AAAAAAAABWk/9rr94ODG-LE/s1600-h/liam2feb-8914.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4soqFP3pXI/AAAAAAAABWk/9rr94ODG-LE/s800/liam2feb-8914.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4skuUSMqqI/AAAAAAAABWc/59b17z3MYGo/s1600-h/liam2feb-8400txtr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4skuUSMqqI/AAAAAAAABWc/59b17z3MYGo/s800/liam2feb-8400txtr.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4sc9miimTI/AAAAAAAABWM/ftFVJ4i4eSc/s1600-h/liam2feb-8651xtr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4sc9miimTI/AAAAAAAABWM/ftFVJ4i4eSc/s800/liam2feb-8651xtr.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4sfkXiYeGI/AAAAAAAABWU/-FqYH2jzBfw/s1600-h/liam2feb-8565txtr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4sfkXiYeGI/AAAAAAAABWU/-FqYH2jzBfw/s800/liam2feb-8565txtr.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4ranv6Xk5I/AAAAAAAABVc/GsqzfNVn2qs/s1600-h/liam2feb-9148txtr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4ranv6Xk5I/AAAAAAAABVc/GsqzfNVn2qs/s800/liam2feb-9148txtr.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4rcN9r0niI/AAAAAAAABVk/HXnAS0xF3tI/s1600-h/liam2feb-8501.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4rcN9r0niI/AAAAAAAABVk/HXnAS0xF3tI/s800/liam2feb-8501.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4rgAXKScrI/AAAAAAAABVs/IxNWukJJ-4I/s1600-h/liam2feb-8621.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4rgAXKScrI/AAAAAAAABVs/IxNWukJJ-4I/s800/liam2feb-8621.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4rg3przYBI/AAAAAAAABV0/gVi7Jg7t4C8/s1600-h/liam2feb-8909.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4rg3przYBI/AAAAAAAABV0/gVi7Jg7t4C8/s800/liam2feb-8909.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4sVWQAsvTI/AAAAAAAABV8/dJ5tYgYiS6Y/s1600-h/kisscollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4sVWQAsvTI/AAAAAAAABV8/dJ5tYgYiS6Y/s800/kisscollage.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4sXsHCTp4I/AAAAAAAABWE/KK21gBpMo0I/s1600-h/liam2feb-8319texture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4sXsHCTp4I/AAAAAAAABWE/KK21gBpMo0I/s800/liam2feb-8319texture.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4nyyXMWhSI/AAAAAAAABU8/izDNJy_7y7s/s1600-h/liam2feb-8800txtr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4nyyXMWhSI/AAAAAAAABU8/izDNJy_7y7s/s800/liam2feb-8800txtr.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4n0HPWyDgI/AAAAAAAABVE/BEwTzJtn99A/s1600-h/liam2feb-8968txtr2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4n0HPWyDgI/AAAAAAAABVE/BEwTzJtn99A/s800/liam2feb-8968txtr2.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4n2l1HdEsI/AAAAAAAABVM/i-DNhhyWePo/s1600-h/liam2feb-8787txtr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4n2l1HdEsI/AAAAAAAABVM/i-DNhhyWePo/s800/liam2feb-8787txtr.jpg" /></a><br />
<br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4nkIyb3ZkI/AAAAAAAABUs/soAprgMCdNM/s1600-h/liam2feb-8592txtr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4nkIyb3ZkI/AAAAAAAABUs/soAprgMCdNM/s800/liam2feb-8592txtr.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4njE-mCc-I/AAAAAAAABUk/WiDbflNHYWE/s1600-h/liam2feb-8445txtr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S4njE-mCc-I/AAAAAAAABUk/WiDbflNHYWE/s800/liam2feb-8445txtr.jpg" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3799137154914793827.post-53523113871583770872010-02-07T12:54:00.000-08:002010-02-07T12:54:23.540-08:00Our baby story...So I'm glad I took that last maternity picture when I did, because I ended up going into labor that same afternoon. Here's the breakdown of how things unfolded...<br />
<br />
Mon 2:45- Appointment with Dr. Bailey...I'm 2cm dilated, 80% effaced, & the head is way down there. He says he wouldn't doubt it if I went into labor that night. <br />
<br />
After being checked I'm feeling continuous contractions, but I was making dinner, so didn't time them. <br />
<br />
7:00 pm-ish- family home evening which consists of walking around walmart with our iphones in hand timing my contractions.<br />
<br />
8:00 pm-ish- go home to see how the contractions will go with me relaxing on the couch...still consistent an hour & half later at about 4 minutes apart, call the hospital and let them know we're coming.<br />
<br />
9:50 pm- drive the 50 minutes to the hospital while listening to Micheal Buble<br />
<br />
10:40- arrive at the hospital. The nurse checks me thinking I'm a 4 or a 5 & calls the doctor. Dr. Bailey arrives and I'm only a 3.<br />
<br />
Contractions increase in intensity. The nurses give me stadol in my iv to help with the pain so I can get some sleep. I feel sooo loopy and sedated, but it works like a charm & I get some sleep. <br />
<br />
8:30 am- Dr. Bailey checks me- I'm dilated to a 4. He breaks my water. I'm told I can have an epidural when I'm dilated to a 6. Dr. Bailey tells the nurses to call him when my labor progresses more- better too early than too late.<br />
<br />
Chad & me take to walking the halls of the hospital, squatting on contractions until the contractions get too intense for me to take standing.<br />
<br />
9:45 am- Dilated to a 5. I beg for an epidural, they give me stadol in my iv instead. It makes me feel a little loopy again but does nothing to the pain. <br />
<br />
10:15- I ask that the nurse check me again, sure that I'm a 6. The nurse is skeptical that I've advanced so quickly, but checks me anyways..."oh, you're a good 6", she says in surprise. One order of epidural coming up.<br />
<br />
10:40- I feel the first urge to push. The anethisiologist finally arrives, but too late. <br />
<br />
10:45 am- The nurses check me- I'm dilated to a 10. The doctor still hasn't arrived. The nurses tell me not to push but at this point all my stomach & pelvic muscles are almost forcing me to. The nurses scurry to prepare to deliver a baby without the doctor. <br />
<br />
The doctor arrives a few minutes later with no time to change into scrubs.<br />
<br />
11:20 am- Liam is born! 8 pounds 8 ounces, 22 inches. <br />
<br />
Proud new daddy.<br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S2ugph69vKI/AAAAAAAABTk/eV6W_V31Rfo/s1600-h/liam-8108.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S2ugph69vKI/AAAAAAAABTk/eV6W_V31Rfo/s800/liam-8108.jpg" /></a><br />
<br />
It makes me laugh because Chad is just beaming and I look so dead. I'm still somewhat sedated from the stadol plus exhausted from labor.<br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S2ujSG1fpPI/AAAAAAAABT8/8ROrnadOBzY/s1600-h/liam-8166.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S2ujSG1fpPI/AAAAAAAABT8/8ROrnadOBzY/s800/liam-8166.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S2uiSrc-KlI/AAAAAAAABT0/E9bK8GPUm6U/s1600-h/liam-8159.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S2uiSrc-KlI/AAAAAAAABT0/E9bK8GPUm6U/s800/liam-8159.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S2uhQHczpNI/AAAAAAAABTs/BQHQt5VmeJE/s1600-h/liam-8118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S2uhQHczpNI/AAAAAAAABTs/BQHQt5VmeJE/s800/liam-8118.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S27oIa1vNBI/AAAAAAAABUM/gb_MdHEoJp0/s1600-h/liam-8230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S27oIa1vNBI/AAAAAAAABUM/gb_MdHEoJp0/s800/liam-8230.jpg" /></a><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S2ukhQRtmOI/AAAAAAAABUE/LQ6Orrcvbak/s1600-h/liam-8287.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S2ukhQRtmOI/AAAAAAAABUE/LQ6Orrcvbak/s800/liam-8287.jpg" /></a></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S27pP4eBFxI/AAAAAAAABUc/hXmR63LSnvQ/s1600-h/liam-8290.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S27pP4eBFxI/AAAAAAAABUc/hXmR63LSnvQ/s800/liam-8290.jpg" /><br />
</a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S27ot6ksSpI/AAAAAAAABUU/bBiZT9OpPCs/s1600-h/liam-8310.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tq2AcYEcPjc/S27ot6ksSpI/AAAAAAAABUU/bBiZT9OpPCs/s800/liam-8310.jpg" /></a><br />
<br />
When all is said and done, I'm grateful things unfolded as they did. Silly as it may sound, one of my life's ambitions has been to give birth without an epidural. However, as my due date drew close & I watched more episodes of TLC's "A Baby Story", I chickened out and reassured myself that I would still have a natural birth, just not with this first one. Maybe Heavenly Father knew I just needed to be sort of forced into a natural birth if I were to ever do it. I Can't say I will have any other births without an epidural, but regardless I'm grateful I can now say that I did it! I am also grateful for a husband that stayed by my side holding my hand, wiping my forehead, and even cried with me at the sight of my pain. And I'm grateful for this beautiful new baby boy.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com12