tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37679601676632016662024-02-07T21:09:03.924-07:00The JubbersThe Jubbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10651164001683916763noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767960167663201666.post-5082833367814519162012-03-30T12:07:00.003-06:002012-04-08T12:42:49.966-06:00Oliver Paul Jubber<div> <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:documentproperties> <o:template>Normal.dotm</o:Template> <o:revision>0</o:Revision> <o:totaltime>0</o:TotalTime> <o:pages>1</o:Pages> <o:words>1576</o:Words> <o:characters>8985</o:Characters> <o:company>BYU</o:Company> <o:lines>74</o:Lines> <o:paragraphs>17</o:Paragraphs> <o:characterswithspaces>11034</o:CharactersWithSpaces> <o:version>12.1</o:Version> </o:DocumentProperties> <o:officedocumentsettings> <o:allowpng/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:trackmoves>false</w:TrackMoves> <w:trackformatting/> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:drawinggridhorizontalspacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing> <w:drawinggridverticalspacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing> <w:displayhorizontaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery> <w:displayverticaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> <w:dontautofitconstrainedtables/> <w:dontvertalignintxbx/> </w:Compatibility> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="276"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--> <!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin-top:0in; mso-para-margin-right:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; mso-para-margin-left:0in; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} </style> <![endif]--> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia">A new baby, a new post. I have a few other things to post about as well, like the fact that we're closing on a new house in the next couple weeks, but those things can wait. For now, I will blog about my sweet new baby boy. Want the whole story? Okay, here it comes! Since I know these happen to fascinate some of you.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none">I'm a planner. So I planned all this out to the T. I was going in for induction on Saturday, March 10th. I had a babysitter for Saturday and Sunday. I would come home Monday, my mom came in Monday night, and then Ryan only had to take Monday off of work to help out because it would mostly be over the weekend. I was going to clean my bathrooms and finish up the laundry on Thursday and Friday so everything was all clean and caught up. Ryan kept commenting to me that he thought all my planning was for nothing because Oliver was going to come earlier, but I was sure he was wrong. My babies don't come early...</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none">On the morning of Wednesday, March 7th, I woke up feeling tired, as usual! We were supposed to have the pest control guys come that morning to spray our apartment. We had to spend all of Tuesday evening moving as much as we could off the carpet in preparation for it. That is probably what sent me into labor, stupid bugs in Kentucky! We had to be out of the apartment after they sprayed for 3-4 hours, so I had planned a morning of activities for us to be away, ending with lunch with Ryan. I waited around for half the morning waiting for them, but they weren't showing and it was almost time to meet Ryan for lunch. So I decided to just go. We went to lunch, went to Costco, and ran a couple other errands. All the while, I was having random contractions but nothing too steady or strong. I'd been having them for a couple weeks, so I thought nothing of it. I got home around 3:30 and the pest control guy drove up right after me. He said nobody had told him that it needed to be here in the morning, and he was there to get started. I was super frustrated, but with everything else going on, I figured I'd just get out for a while longer and let them get it done. So we went out to the car. I called Ryan to see when he was planning on coming home from work and told him that we had to stay out of the apartment for a few hours. He headed home shortly after, and we just sat in the car to wait for him for like an hour playing and singing. When he got home, we decided to head to dinner at Red Robin. We had only been there about 15 minutes when the contractions started to get a little stronger and steadier. I told him that we may have to be heading to the hospital that night, which would be really convenient for staying out of our apartment! :)</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none">By about 7, Ryan was pretty convinced that we were having a baby. I, however, was not so much. I don't know why I thought it was false, but I wanted to make sure they were coming steadily for long enough so I didn't go to the hospital and then get sent home. By about 7:45, we decided that going to the hospital would probably be a good idea. I was starting to feel the pain! So I called the girl that was supposed to watch them on Saturday and she was so great about having them come that night. So we went home and starting putting some things together. I also looked up false labor and was trying some things they suggested to confirm that I was really in labor. It said to switch positions and walk around a bit. When I started walking around, the contractions sort of subsided and weren't very strong. So I delayed. And then they came back full force. We rushed to put a bag together for me and the kids, and headed out. We dropped the kids off at about 9:15 and got to the hospital about 15 minutes later. I think they thought that we had some time, so they took their sweet time. And I almost died! The lady at check-in gave us half her life story while I sat there dying! By the time we got to triage, I was just begging for an epidural. They finally checked me and I was already at a 7, so they finally stepped into high gear. Still, by the time they got me to a delivery room and got the anesthesiologist in there, I was for sure dilated to a 10 and needed to push. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia">Just a little side note here. When I went into labor with Bella, I went to the hospital pretty quickly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They monitored me for an hour and when I didn’t progress, they sent me home with a morphine shot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I labored at home for hours until I couldn’t take it anymore and went back to the hospital, having progressed to almost a 9.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It was painful and something I wouldn’t want to experience too often, but I left the experience thinking that I had a pretty high tolerance to pain because I had endured it pretty well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I was wrong.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I didn’t realize until 3 weeks ago how much that morphine shot did for me!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>This labor was by far more painful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I seriously lost it!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I couldn’t control my breathing or anything.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The nurse was in my face practically yelling at me to focus and get control of myself!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She was really great, and seriously kept me from hyperventilating and losing my mind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And for those of you who deliver naturally, heaven bless you!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It was not anything I ever wanted to experience after Bella.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I thought all my deliveries would just be induced and be easy as pie, as Evan’s was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I’ve never felt that urge before, to push like that, and it was crazy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I can’t even describe it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Only those who have felt it know!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And it was terrible!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And fearsome!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The anesthesiologist was not so sure about continuing with the epidural because I was so far, but I begged and pleaded and they must’ve had pity and recognized the absolute fear in my eyes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I was practically crying when I told them that I did not want to push that baby out without drugs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>So they finally got the epidural in, and my doctor finally showed up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Everyone that I told about this who had had a baby naturally laughed at me and told me that I should’ve just finished because I went through the hardest part without drugs, but oh well!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I’ve heard about that ring of fire, and I’m afraid of it, so I begged and cried </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family: Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;mso-char-type: symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"><span style="mso-char-type:symbol; mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings">J</span></span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"> And all I could think about was how absolutely huge Evan’s head was, and they say your babies get bigger as you go, so I didn’t want to experience that not numb!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia">Also a note about my doctor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She’s awesome.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I was so worried about finding a doctor on such short notice here.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>After several inquiries around my ward, I got the same answer from just about everyone – go to Dr. Nett.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I’ve never felt too keen on the idea of a female OB, but I’m so glad I went to her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She was so amazing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She was so great about doing the VBAC and was really encouraging of the whole thing (which by the way, here in Kentucky, is hard to find).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She just kicked it in my room for the next 20 minutes or so while we waited for me to get nice and numb to push him out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It was sheer bliss by the time it finally kicked in!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Because we were waiting for the numbness, she told the baby team that they could go sit down for a while until we were ready.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>When I was good and numb, she had me start to push just to see how things were going to go.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She didn’t call the baby team back in yet because she thought it would take a least a few pushes!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>But on the first one, she told me to stop because he was already crowning.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They hurried and got the baby team in there, and 2 pushes later, Oliver was here.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>So all in all, it was about 3 hours of hard labor and 3 pushes, and we had a new baby.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Fast!!</span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia">So, Oliver Paul Jubber was born on March 7, 2012 at 11:11 pm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He weighed 8 lbs 5 oz and was 21 ¼ in long (which is right in the middle of my first two babies weight wise).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Cool coincidence… Ryan’s grandpa passed away last month.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>March 7<sup>th</sup> was his birthday, so it was kind of neat that Oliver was born that day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I think grandpa gave him a little push to get him down here on a special day </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"><span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings">J</span></span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia">Ryan ended up having to take off a few extra days, which really is no big deal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I was just hoping we could keep it to a minimum since he’s so new to the job.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>But obviously his boss understood and was totally cool with it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I came home Friday afternoon, and we spent a relaxing, VERY boring weekend at home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We went out for a couple of drives just to get out of the house, but we were all pretty stir crazy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>My mom came Monday night and my dad and sister joined us on Thursday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Terra coming was a big surprise that everyone knew about but me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She drove all the way up from Arkansas to see me and Oliver.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Okay, it was probably mostly Oliver, but I was really glad she came.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I had 2 blissful weeks of family, company, fun and entertainment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And then everyone left again </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"><span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings">L</span></span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>But we’re doing pretty well anyway.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Oliver is a perfect baby for the most part.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He’s still having a hard time figuring out the night time, but I guess that’s to be expected huh?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He doesn’t like to sleep in his bed, so I sleep all stiff in the same place with him next to me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I wake up a little sore, but I’m still sleeping better than I was pregnant, so I’m not complaining.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I’m hoping that over the next week or so, he’ll start to give me some longer stretches.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We’ll be moving in 2 weeks from tomorrow, so I could really use the sleep to get all packed and moved!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He rarely cries, and he poops like a champ!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I keep waiting to have some colicky, awful baby, but it just hasn’t come yet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I’ve been really blessed with three perfect, healthy, happy babies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Can’t complain about that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The kids love him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Evan doesn’t really like to touch him (which I blame on my brother for scaring Evan with his babies back when they were little.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He thinks babies are gonna attack him because he was pretend attacked by babies several times!), but Bella loves to hold him and feed him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She’s been such a big helper and seems to be thriving on being needed by me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I feel fantastic.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I have also been very blessed to recover quickly from babies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I’m not about to move mountains, but I think that by the time moving our house time comes, I’ll be more than ready for that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The baby blues have hit a little bit since all the family went back home, but for the most part I’ve been pretty good.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It’s hard to say what is hormones and what I would feel anyway, because those pangs of homesickness still aren’t gone yet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They getting fewer and further between, though when they hit, they are strong!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I miss my family fiercely, and it feels weird to have a baby that most of them won’t meet for a long time, but we’re dealing with it!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">So we have the house to move into soon, and a bit of work to keep us busy there for a while.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And we’ve booked flights home in September, so I have that to look forward to as well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>If I can survive the crazy bugs that plague Kentuckians and the humidity this summer, I just might make it here!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And oh, it just might be a good life!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Now for a few pictures… There will be more to come later.</p></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPJyd8c5T95EOFMOs-jYnU8u9e6rKrMQquXrxB1o2EjeWYUvURk7DlpiUGNkcs-G9KfqIhTJf1ToGCFt9soSmhqFL6VQ9PHK9ici17CGb3VIJIXNU9JuFnltiIWW2VpttWNodPs3P7TW6w/s1600/IMG_7581.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; 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width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700895043328290802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCEVSpImr35xDyBV7f_Rj50ScQkWFkkSmOn3q9rMBMPma8kraoAaY98hL32ZgfSp7e0TyLbO6PI03MG5U9MxcUFbhgttnnJIfa3rmh1UzMNDKuhkjVrWJBq79374Arg5GVD2FsXk3kK1S8/s320/IMG_7565.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpC95GnSEQK_rfUvn9-t6y0-kb5HNlRF_6eZq7banQnn1eYzq37WjnTWTSDlC9uzQo_6v9Oh9kl48Pt0Zb6Pe1OU-qkNUfHw-q0khF6crsAy4AlHsx-tp9iW1nnQlFS7i1_po4ZzjExXjJ/s1600/IMG_7563.JPG"><br />So, I hate blogspot and it’s making this post very difficult<br />right now. This is why I don’t<br />blog. It should not be so<br />complicated! I can’t figure out how to<br />get this underlining off either, so this is how it’s gonna be. I wrote a little catch up about how our time<br />here in Kentucky is going, but it ended up at the end and I can’t move it, so<br />you can catch that at the end. And it<br />wouldn’t let me put this text first, so there’s a random picture first. So here are a few pictures from some events<br />over the last few months that I have neglected blogging about. We’ve had a lot of birthdays around<br />here. Ryan’s was the most recent. It was really weird, cause it’s the first<br />birthday we’ve ever done on our own. I<br />have to say I was a pretty terrible wife about it. Things were just so crazy with the move and<br />everything, so I never got him a present.<br />He says he’s okay with it, cause he couldn’t think of anything he really<br />wanted anyway, but I still feel terrible.<br />But his birthday was on a Saturday, so we spent it together as a<br />family. We ran a couple errands, went to<br />lunch at Olive Garden, and then went a saw a movie. We saw The Muppets, so the kids would be entertained<br />too. Then we stopped at the grocery<br />store to get stuff for this receipt for filet mignon that Ryan’s mom<br />makes. I told him his birthday present<br />was a special dinner! When we got home,<br />we weren’t really hungry for dinner after our big lunch and lots of<br />popcorn! So we saved the filet for<br />Sunday. It would’ve been a perfect, fun<br />family day if it hadn’t been for Evan.<br />He was completely in pieces the ENTIRE day! It was awful.<br />But I did my best to keep him away from Ryan as much as I could and I<br />tried to be really patient with him. The<br />poor kid was so sleep deprived from the move and everything. On Sunday, I made Ryan’s special dinner and a<br />cake, and we sang happy birthday to him.<br />I think it ended up being a pretty good birthday for him, just a little<br />weird doing it all by ourselves. Oh, it<br />also was his big 3-0, so I felt bad that we didn’t do more for it. But I think it was honestly making Ryan feel<br />old, so maybe it’s best that it wasn’t a big affair! <br /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700895035482001170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpC95GnSEQK_rfUvn9-t6y0-kb5HNlRF_6eZq7banQnn1eYzq37WjnTWTSDlC9uzQo_6v9Oh9kl48Pt0Zb6Pe1OU-qkNUfHw-q0khF6crsAy4AlHsx-tp9iW1nnQlFS7i1_po4ZzjExXjJ/s320/IMG_7563.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOyddScRA9l_8xYySCvBEqWzJ9ZXQshp49bMSmXKRXCj4z2W_fWRTLBZOQIqgy_UJl0u8aTaW6FWhxiMmn6a0ofIMT32OFbZK73JKvqhfvwoiRvHbxmPJpSbaLY20wLy0xWtE85U1nuP42/s1600/IMG_7561.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700895024286203922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOyddScRA9l_8xYySCvBEqWzJ9ZXQshp49bMSmXKRXCj4z2W_fWRTLBZOQIqgy_UJl0u8aTaW6FWhxiMmn6a0ofIMT32OFbZK73JKvqhfvwoiRvHbxmPJpSbaLY20wLy0xWtE85U1nuP42/s320/IMG_7561.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH5RH3q_8Sp-_Hg1UWVH6WoElHG4Fp-pxjPSE-bWsOhYvuarfvDYP901cxJVqtt_yes0ibGDz2zkXjJD12Z-YNKhkHoySxIunybQuHRnGmn1BO20K-aOvqpEMU9Lr6K1G7qFObve68Z-BE/s1600/IMG_7551.JPG">Ryan's mom had her birthday just after Christmas. We had a Rapunzel party for Bella's birthday back in October (pictures coming). At that, Ryan's mom mentioned that she never had a princess party growing up. So Ryan and I and some of his siblings got together and decided it would be really fun/funny to throw her a princess party for her birthday this year. With her birthday right after Christmas, it seems like it's never really acknowledged much, so we thought it would be good to do. Ryan's dad took her out shopping for a while so we could decorate and everything. Then we got pizza and had cupcakes and stuff. I've been wanting to try making one of these princess cakes...<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700895016367754450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH5RH3q_8Sp-_Hg1UWVH6WoElHG4Fp-pxjPSE-bWsOhYvuarfvDYP901cxJVqtt_yes0ibGDz2zkXjJD12Z-YNKhkHoySxIunybQuHRnGmn1BO20K-aOvqpEMU9Lr6K1G7qFObve68Z-BE/s320/IMG_7551.JPG" /></a>for quite some time, and I think my first one turned out pretty well! It was so cute and Ann loved it so much, it sat on the counter for like a week and a half! We never actually ate it, just looked. I think I will be making another one in the future. It was fun! Lara got a tiara for Ann, and little tiaras for the other girls, so here are all the "princesses" posing!<br /><div><div><div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700895015070578322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9AAZYSBcW4F1Z4y_n6U_qL3aAsMmOg64CZuCoGs2DN-yVkUAVozm1l_yOcmpKfSRA_cq7gXWfjGQFdcgetQ9jv6BnKpi9K0h5ykfSAXAemJL20x6kjg-GhvGmLplu4WOPuH6gtPe0cwxq/s320/IMG_7548.JPG" />Christmas was a fun and difficult time this year. It was hard knowing that it was our last big hoorah with our families. So we tried to suck in all the time we could! Here's all the grandkids on my side that were around in grandma's christmas pjs!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit7MhGbNxrsOrAE3O9KMm9m-Lhe_zkECmfpsQFWLO9P0rJl7YVcUKfX0ZMpH1PQC9kHVcoJRGyIHe3GlcYdyBfPBT0kC6ftSMW-XDW3wX2mUF8h3Qc2Y09OwIvUn6LB35KUBGBapZAwPt1/s1600/IMG_7506.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700894341365960034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit7MhGbNxrsOrAE3O9KMm9m-Lhe_zkECmfpsQFWLO9P0rJl7YVcUKfX0ZMpH1PQC9kHVcoJRGyIHe3GlcYdyBfPBT0kC6ftSMW-XDW3wX2mUF8h3Qc2Y09OwIvUn6LB35KUBGBapZAwPt1/s320/IMG_7506.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfSwRd-FjD4diSUFpnqHXOZ9hLxWeFOJagldplU8SfTBSbhbJ9RAqHxg4fFOI5oHkLLwtqJavImcg49Z0WoaH07yBZr0Cc4dRXBq4R4OSsjaAQ6QkiXBm4P33ajzw5trjXJdMTqV2nHJiD/s1600/IMG_7482.JPG">Bella was very excited about Christmas. She kept digging through all the presents to find more that were hers!<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700894325549884642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfSwRd-FjD4diSUFpnqHXOZ9hLxWeFOJagldplU8SfTBSbhbJ9RAqHxg4fFOI5oHkLLwtqJavImcg49Z0WoaH07yBZr0Cc4dRXBq4R4OSsjaAQ6QkiXBm4P33ajzw5trjXJdMTqV2nHJiD/s320/IMG_7482.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNkKoj5GmX5jMLBX01hiu5UsO3A3h-lBVG3s9oDeK4WqRneOe7HdwHl-rKC1cN12g4b6kRn3GGPvmbNWydp6s4S5B95RPjA1id_HKn5Ih-3ziEgaIQHOFRo6HknHyddTTxhMg3pefK81Jl/s1600/IMG_7475.JPG">Here's Bella in the Christmas pjs I made her. She's been wanting a "sleep dress" forever, so I finally sat down and made it for Christmas. She loves it!<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700894322117610066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNkKoj5GmX5jMLBX01hiu5UsO3A3h-lBVG3s9oDeK4WqRneOe7HdwHl-rKC1cN12g4b6kRn3GGPvmbNWydp6s4S5B95RPjA1id_HKn5Ih-3ziEgaIQHOFRo6HknHyddTTxhMg3pefK81Jl/s320/IMG_7475.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBPSIpCstgI2MAeYFJ8k729A2qx2fkxxD8CfT1lK3JE6BsG6Xmr2WCL7cSlxVV926Kah1IVvp_96ml8GwRIonk0UaJBVn8k9W8blCVEZsj0ZB5mQnSgBnRrhNRmLx9DXO3K3H6B-1Q-afP/s1600/IMG_7472.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700894307238344194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBPSIpCstgI2MAeYFJ8k729A2qx2fkxxD8CfT1lK3JE6BsG6Xmr2WCL7cSlxVV926Kah1IVvp_96ml8GwRIonk0UaJBVn8k9W8blCVEZsj0ZB5mQnSgBnRrhNRmLx9DXO3K3H6B-1Q-afP/s320/IMG_7472.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo3d4XpArS0onFNowDJYzPgCzJtSZdOX_of3HivjErEwJtCLKL9iPht2Zv_SPV6i6BWYKKeMJBI6j4JAmJquSKWa_ajjRkOJwPoif_VFfqze3qquCKefFvtYTgypaRPpQRLn51kvvKnQAw/s1600/IMG_7468.JPG">Evan got Buzz Lightyear pajama pants. Buzz is always a big hit around here, in whatever form!<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700894300168960578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo3d4XpArS0onFNowDJYzPgCzJtSZdOX_of3HivjErEwJtCLKL9iPht2Zv_SPV6i6BWYKKeMJBI6j4JAmJquSKWa_ajjRkOJwPoif_VFfqze3qquCKefFvtYTgypaRPpQRLn51kvvKnQAw/s320/IMG_7468.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFoQdT2ckCb0DngpMOaztc9o5qegOxAoKvufQAihKAO2qQNb-yMzGxdhLg2rfJWuP33LGaPBoC6qfZp7VBPl7GS-g-ShQLGiCoNGAirXNaUTi4es5yqGMQCVJ6OpzJ8CYBMS0rxcoud8cQ/s1600/IMG_7366.JPG">So here's all the way back to Halloween. Bella decided months before that she wanted to be Rapunzel. I thought it would be fun to attempt a Rapunzel dress! Fun is not exactly the word I would use to describe the experience, but she did love it! I made her a crown and a yarn wig to go with it, and she felt like a million bucks on Halloween! It's still a very popular dress up dress! I figured this could be the last year that Evan doesn't have an opinion about what he dressed up as, so I made him a little costumer to be Flynn Rider. He hated it! But I think he would've hated any costume I tried to put on him! And they were just super cute together!<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700893532524935954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFoQdT2ckCb0DngpMOaztc9o5qegOxAoKvufQAihKAO2qQNb-yMzGxdhLg2rfJWuP33LGaPBoC6qfZp7VBPl7GS-g-ShQLGiCoNGAirXNaUTi4es5yqGMQCVJ6OpzJ8CYBMS0rxcoud8cQ/s320/IMG_7366.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWa9V68WwdWFiHCabF24vk4VnwIXGJBQPafz2gVX_SqyxjUdZA555mppZWXKKOPJPMsIx9BeWa8YvYQVOeUu9u3yHXBsyzZuIjxiq4BljYv5ZJwImMi0ZKe5ev245ADLovgjrR7Bn5pG7K/s1600/IMG_7363.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700893525365485490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWa9V68WwdWFiHCabF24vk4VnwIXGJBQPafz2gVX_SqyxjUdZA555mppZWXKKOPJPMsIx9BeWa8YvYQVOeUu9u3yHXBsyzZuIjxiq4BljYv5ZJwImMi0ZKe5ev245ADLovgjrR7Bn5pG7K/s320/IMG_7363.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSrIT8Ijt6nmIkGWHsQJPl9nhqBzdjgoocxNTYyejo1Zz4uM78qol_ww-Prwi_KEtQC4S9YEvrN2tvNHVeyoAi-ACglRWKs6tLFbqX9lnQz8DJkzeu4bZpG-C_mvdHWDEc3hCvFUFuhJIZ/s1600/IMG_7361.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700893517367259426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSrIT8Ijt6nmIkGWHsQJPl9nhqBzdjgoocxNTYyejo1Zz4uM78qol_ww-Prwi_KEtQC4S9YEvrN2tvNHVeyoAi-ACglRWKs6tLFbqX9lnQz8DJkzeu4bZpG-C_mvdHWDEc3hCvFUFuhJIZ/s320/IMG_7361.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQVltqmtqEOyJeY3wzg1a_-ny4XQun-WPjiyExwxSy_vF_jR-NtTjpg0NyoKU8O_O9DY30rjOHm6wYtG80Y9Bp_6cGRPAiD6yxFGX6vrydjJR4NjzJm38yWwW4Yi383siWSUYH5d27UNNz/s1600/IMG_7432.JPG">We celebrated Evan's 2nd birthday in November. The kid is obssessed with sports, like you wouldn't believe!! So I made him a football cake, which he loved! I also found him that awesome football hat at Zurcher's and had to buy it! He still loves to walk around with it on. He got a couple of footballs for his birthday, which are totally favorite toys. My mom also gave him a Buzz Lightyear which has been very popular.<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700893126846650370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQVltqmtqEOyJeY3wzg1a_-ny4XQun-WPjiyExwxSy_vF_jR-NtTjpg0NyoKU8O_O9DY30rjOHm6wYtG80Y9Bp_6cGRPAiD6yxFGX6vrydjJR4NjzJm38yWwW4Yi383siWSUYH5d27UNNz/s320/IMG_7432.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt1xYb3B9no4EdqixHq2SpKZeAld3hVnRMaFzDHqhkuFxMYsAhIayNhF2c649-MuMh5VGOYt2tOXuaSpb-VCRll0F0ZFJYuvVK91VVqh0rZmB3P-wOuFi6z7HOtygaP6yX_sKrA7dsGhnT/s1600/IMG_7403.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 290px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700893112335736146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt1xYb3B9no4EdqixHq2SpKZeAld3hVnRMaFzDHqhkuFxMYsAhIayNhF2c649-MuMh5VGOYt2tOXuaSpb-VCRll0F0ZFJYuvVK91VVqh0rZmB3P-wOuFi6z7HOtygaP6yX_sKrA7dsGhnT/s320/IMG_7403.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv6jh8dQsiPX-cyorRNIi-0porSeHmILZf9OVY-RQKs9ouo_5jluwbclZxdMW9JcHUvZRax574beuD5fwqhXp-N8QFofTNnhlcFDHZcfoQSDRS0qp78GWWEwMezBAx74gDHzJaTu3lRAfj/s1600/IMG_7397.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700893106258176226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv6jh8dQsiPX-cyorRNIi-0porSeHmILZf9OVY-RQKs9ouo_5jluwbclZxdMW9JcHUvZRax574beuD5fwqhXp-N8QFofTNnhlcFDHZcfoQSDRS0qp78GWWEwMezBAx74gDHzJaTu3lRAfj/s320/IMG_7397.JPG" /></a>And lastly, Bella's birthday was in October. We ended up celebrating it almost 3 weeks early because she wanted Uncle Paul to be here for her birthday party, and that's when he was in town! We were going to have a birthday party with some of her friends, but sort of at the last minute, I decided it was going to be too much for me at the time. I had already promised the Rapunzel party, so I went forward with that with the family. I made a tower cake, which I got a tutorial for online and it turned out totally awesome! I loved it! I finished her Rapunzel wig in time for her party and she still loves wearing that thing around everywhere!<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div> </div><div>Grandma Collette got her these 2 Barbie cars, which are still a total hit!<br /><div><div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700892653958702370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgkiSV40DxEJ2qdhRk03n4vnxRULMbikoEjvetQq5Gm5O41vFZ2SafYBBGg2G-JhJYjT4BzaiW3C4RaVKBYR4bwxdPkPI-eOsvkbnOVigmWwq7W6iJVvxC-3E2c6V7TWWiVOvJkDF8fzCK/s320/DSC04183.JPG" />Ryan and I made her a dollhouse. This whole ordeal is a LONG story that I won't get into, but I will say that I was not very pleased with it! It certainly did not turn out the way I wanted it to and I was just wishing the whole time that we had just bought her one. But it's ended up being a really good thing. She loves playing in it, which is the most important part, and she decorates in however she wants and I don't even care! She loves putting her own pictures and stuff in it, so she's had a blast with it. I guess if she ends up happy that's all I will be concerned about!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbOLaO63FNnHlBGvh0yD4SDs8JH7YwxyKy_8MdDAzxAaOGnyn7FjVsI87Mu1RTu78rIPj_HR6tgQRTJYkkOTHMmR8hJ0s8wnAJ8YMGQcBTHK4-jN29IVbF0tHn3C5YJvvzLjRsVbLSNTSW/s1600/DSC04175.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700892647850012914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbOLaO63FNnHlBGvh0yD4SDs8JH7YwxyKy_8MdDAzxAaOGnyn7FjVsI87Mu1RTu78rIPj_HR6tgQRTJYkkOTHMmR8hJ0s8wnAJ8YMGQcBTHK4-jN29IVbF0tHn3C5YJvvzLjRsVbLSNTSW/s320/DSC04175.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioCATCyieUsfQKubA5jItl-f2xJh-Wi-i0lAurEl9Wc-VkUfhHo2VApMTCYZlTA9Ii6Nd3MXAi4rZ8ewA36D8wHzfDH4kiZ_X1qwfADB1KxzKK4Ltnn7DYr2_4wZho15qRpSj7S-dUGWma/s1600/DSC04145.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700892616876219410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioCATCyieUsfQKubA5jItl-f2xJh-Wi-i0lAurEl9Wc-VkUfhHo2VApMTCYZlTA9Ii6Nd3MXAi4rZ8ewA36D8wHzfDH4kiZ_X1qwfADB1KxzKK4Ltnn7DYr2_4wZho15qRpSj7S-dUGWma/s320/DSC04145.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwlm7MB46WdTiMK6DmXa1Y3UpJnqHbGpYSdZCwGJEiEllBVep9bZlZbWHvyK047JAWxr6XxWBX7EcRbZNJIKE39_dTgOAUSkd9ZhjbkIPIbb3-ET2FKxOGztDY11FyY6wZVUrqw5-kESLg/s1600/DSC04143.JPG">The tower cake...<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700892614231399714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwlm7MB46WdTiMK6DmXa1Y3UpJnqHbGpYSdZCwGJEiEllBVep9bZlZbWHvyK047JAWxr6XxWBX7EcRbZNJIKE39_dTgOAUSkd9ZhjbkIPIbb3-ET2FKxOGztDY11FyY6wZVUrqw5-kESLg/s320/DSC04143.JPG" /></a>So that does it for that. We are starting week 3 here in Kentucky, and I think I can be a little brighter than my last post! We're starting to settle in a bit. I certainly don't break down crying so much. I think the last time I cried was Friday night, and it was very brief. Ryan and I were getting the kids to bed and kind of talking about what we wanted to do once they were down. Really the only options are to watch TV or a movie. Which, don't get me wrong, we love to do, but that's what we had been doing every night all week. Naturally, we could not come up with anything new. I cried because I was frustrated by that. Frustrated that we have spent our whole marriage depending on other people for our entertainment. Even if we were just upstairs or across the street and nobody was paying attention to us, it was somewhere to be. I don't want this to sound like we don't enjoy each other's company. Because we do, immensely. We're just so used to a way of life. Our entire married life has been spent very near both of our families and having that as a default place to go when we got a little bored. So that has been an adjustment. I kept asking him all night, What do normal people do??? And we've decided that this is about it! While this was on the pros list when it came to moving away (spending more time with each other), it's been a weird adjustment. But life is moving on. I've been invited to several girl's nights and playdates with other moms and their kids. We just went this morning to a place called ZaBoing. They have all these big bouncy blow up toys out and the kids can just run around and play. It was awesome. And even more awesome was finding a place where they finally just charge the kids, not the parents! I hate paying for myself to watch my kids play. They had a blast and I'm sure we'll be going back again.<div><div><div><div> </div><div>Ryan is settling in to the new job well. He's been enjoying it so far. He says things are still a little slow for him, but he's still really optimistic about the career choice. And he's taking an exam in May, so he's had lots of time to study, which is always good. The homesickness finally hit him. He doesn't bawl his eyes out like I do, just gets kind of quiet and somber. So we snuggle up on the couch most nights with hot chocolate and try to quietly support each other! </div><div> </div><div>The apartment doesn't really smell any better. They put us in such an awful position because they offered re-carpeting, which I think I could really get them to do. But I'm very pregnant, and can't really move all my furniture around for re-carpeting. It's something they should have done before we moved in. And we would just say fine, you guys broke your end of the lease with this, we're out of here, but again, I'm very pregnant. House hunting and buying and packing and moving again is not something I can do right now. So I think we've decided our plan is to try to find a house over the next 6 weeks or so, and then move around May or June. Maybe April. We'll see how fast we can get it all done! We did some casual house hunting over the weekend and it got me really excited. I think I could handle this all a lot better with a house of my own that doesn't smell! We've gotten it tamed enough that I can sit in here all day and not be bothered by it, but I'm constantly worried when I go places that I smell like the apartment. I make sure everyone knows that I'm not a crazy cat lady, I just have a smelly apartment! So, we still miss our families like crazy, but we keep reminding ourselves of all the good things about this move. We've met some really nice people and we're starting to have a really good time. I think if we could get into a house within the next 6 months, things would really be great. </div><div> </div><div>So, there's the current scoop. We're doing our best to be positive and happy and enjoy our new adventure! So long from Kentucky!</div><div> </div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Jubbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10651164001683916763noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767960167663201666.post-46283646047286080812012-01-11T18:42:00.002-07:002012-01-11T19:10:55.822-07:00A quick check-in...Okay, I have promised people that I will blog more now that I have moved away. Half the people didn't know much about my daily life anyway, but oh well. I'm going to try to start anew! Besides, I'm feeling very volatile right now, so it's good that I'll get a way to get some of this stuff out. So I wanted to just check in. We left for Kentucky last Wednesday. My sister, Terra, came with us cause she had nothing else to do, so she wanted in on the fun. We drove to Ogallala, NE that day and stayed the night. We drove to Columbia, MO the next day, and then finished up the trip on Friday. My parents, the lovely lovely people that they are, solved a HUGE problem for us and volunteered to drive our moving truck out. They left Wednesday afternoon and made it by Friday night. We went kind of slow and made long stops for the kids and me. It's funny, this pregnancy thing. If I'm too active and push it too far, I swell up. But, if I take it too easy, I also swell up. My poor calves were so big and I totally had cankles by the end of the trip. But all in all, it went really well. The kids were amazing for being stuck in the car for 3 days straight. They were really quiet and content for pretty much the whole trip. We were very lucky! The weather was also amazing. We were so dreading another move in January, especially one through Parley's canyon and Wyoming, but there was not even a drop of rain. It was pretty awesome. We felt very blessed. The universe bended to accommodate us! <div><br /></div><div>We stopped by our apartment on Friday night, just to check it out. We had planned to stay in a hotel that night and then unload the truck Saturday morning. We opened the door, and just about got bowled over by the smell coming from the place. It was HORRIBLE!! My immediate thought was cat. And not just cat, but old cat lady that never took care of her cats or house trained them or anything. It was just awful. And the kitchen was pretty dirty, along with the bathrooms. Now, anyone who knows me very well knows that I am a clean freak. It's a disease. I'm fully willing to admit to this, that I am completely OCD about things being clean. But that doesn't make it any easier to deal with a place that is not clean. So late that night, after my parents got to experience the pleasant smell, we ran to the store and picked up 4 boxes of Arm & Hammer carpet deodorizer, oust, and 2 bottles of febreeze. We sprinkled it down and sprayed and sprayed that night. When we came back the next morning, it was a little better. We vacuumed that up, sprinkled down some more, and started unloading. We got everything in in pretty good time, but it was hard to unpack when the place was so dirty. Most of us spent the day deodorizing, sanitizing, and scrubbing. I have never lived in an actual apartment complex, but this just seems unacceptable to me. Nobody, especially pregnant with young children, should be expected to move into a place in that condition. I am not impressed! I didn't think it would be a big deal to not actually see the unit we were moving into. But now I've learned my lesson! So now I just feel like these people are crooks and they'll lie about as much as they can and just hope you don't say anything. But I said something. I told them how disgusting it was and how disappointed I was in the condition of the apartment. I'm sure they don't care, but I got it out anyway!</div><div><br /></div><div>So now here we are. I can't sit in my apartment without feeling itchy. I'm pretty sure it's all psychological, but still. I'm trying to convince myself that I can handle this. I've spent a lot of time in tears. Neither Ryan or I have ever doubted the decision, it's just been extremely hard. I bawled all day on Sunday and most the day Monday after my parents left. Terra left today, and I've spent the day bawling over that. I know that I just need to meet people and get into the swing of life here, but right now I'm struggling. I attribute about 50% of the emotion (at least) to pregnancy. Bad idea to make that kind of move pregnant. I'm just an emotional mess! But I'm hopeful that things will get better. I'm determined to pull out of this before I have this baby so that I don't fall into some serious post-partum depression! But good news is, my mom will be here for that, so I get to see her again soon! And then I'll go through all the bawling all over again when she leaves me again! </div><div><br /></div><div>On a positive note, the kids are very happy. Bella gets to have her own room and she's very happy about that. Evan has only asked to go upstairs to see grandma once. They seem to be aware that we're not so close anymore. I think it will hit them, I just don't know when. Ryan is enjoying the new job. He's happy about the move, hasn't shed one tear. I think part of it is because he gets to go to work! But we're close to a lot of stuff too, which is nice. There are 2 Walmarts pretty close, and that's always an essential! I found a really fun park today, and we're going to go check out the library tomorrow. We're gonna try to get moving again and get out of this sobbing-all-the-time funk! </div><div><br /></div><div>So that's a summary of the last week. There were a few pictures taken, I'll post those later. My mom and I have not called each other yet, because I'm pretty sure that neither of us could get through the conversation. So we just text for now! Apparently my dad has been quite upset as well. We feel so blessed to have lived so close to our families for so long. We formed relationships in a unique way that we never would have otherwise. But I'm kind of cursing the last 3 years right now because I think that has just made this all the harder. We were a part of both of our parent's daily lives, and they were a part of ours. And now it's all gone. It's gonna take some getting used to. So, for those of you who have left your mommies and daddies, tell me, how long did it take you to get over it???</div>The Jubbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10651164001683916763noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767960167663201666.post-49173976909707241232011-07-13T13:55:00.002-06:002011-07-13T14:00:48.474-06:00Naming Your KidsSo much thought goes into naming kids. Well, for most people. At least it always has for us. We've debated and semi-argued and vetoed. We've looked online, at movie credits, at names we get in the temple. Then we finally settle on that perfect name, the one that we think we can say 66 million times over the rest of our lives. And we're thrilled, and we start referring to my massive belly by this name. <div><br /></div><div>And then they get a little older. And now I realize, what a waste of time!! You know what matters? All that really matters? Giving them a name that isn't difficult to learn how to write when they're learning how to write. I mean, what were we thinking, a B, and E, and an A?? My poor child is never going to learn how to write her name. I know, I know, she's still young. But seriously, not making ANY headway! All her school papers are just gonna say lllll, cause that's all she can do. At least she's 40% there.</div><div><br /></div><div>I think I'm gonna name my next kid Tilly or something. Lots of straight lines...</div>The Jubbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10651164001683916763noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767960167663201666.post-29328207069755079612011-06-15T09:44:00.006-06:002011-06-15T10:23:47.279-06:00Disneyland!... Again<div>So, it's true. We just made our third trip to Disneyland in the last 13 months! What can I say, we're Disneyland sort of people. Ryan's brother called on Memorial Day and said they were heading to Southern Cali the next week with their little family and asked if we'd like to come. We debated for like a day and then decided it would be a fun family vacation! We've been considering a vacation this year and couldn't decide what to do, so this decided it for us. We spent 4 days in Disneyland and were officially Disney-ed out by the end of it. I took hardly any pictures though. It just didn't seem to come up much. But I got a few. I realized though that Ryan never made it into any of the pictures! We spent a lot of time apart, actually, because Bella was tall enough to ride on most of the big kid rides, but Evan was not. So Evan and I hung out together and Bella and Ryan spent a lot of time with Brad, Kristina and Kaelee going on cool rides.</div><div><br /></div><div>We saw Mary Poppins first thing when we got in the park. Bella wanted to see her really bad, so we waited. As soon as we got up there, she clammed up and refused to even look up for the picture!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsVsuWDyYRfYYkGFwKIukZ_o3xNWHn-XysTw411eZXNcs2QpgGMukrth5JoKQ9Dh6xotfrbOu-Dxh19ECYyrZdoNA0hFzj_EPcAjhPa8b3Kvha7AzxY0pPBss3MOTz-bt7CTI20PB91NgD/s1600/DSC03773.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsVsuWDyYRfYYkGFwKIukZ_o3xNWHn-XysTw411eZXNcs2QpgGMukrth5JoKQ9Dh6xotfrbOu-Dxh19ECYyrZdoNA0hFzj_EPcAjhPa8b3Kvha7AzxY0pPBss3MOTz-bt7CTI20PB91NgD/s320/DSC03773.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618477166091020802" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcHxOvGdMNUB1rf-W0AVAnBNWt8dG-hrZs4eU4H4nYQCJ1ETU7bRxdxSQn5i4KfBLWFlfqC2EZvtAndMtdOGa83eTFV-iio2VQrizfr-xfnoEEe4_OK23g0E6Z5a2fLFQhHXdHCRsqFsHl/s1600/DSC03776.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcHxOvGdMNUB1rf-W0AVAnBNWt8dG-hrZs4eU4H4nYQCJ1ETU7bRxdxSQn5i4KfBLWFlfqC2EZvtAndMtdOGa83eTFV-iio2VQrizfr-xfnoEEe4_OK23g0E6Z5a2fLFQhHXdHCRsqFsHl/s320/DSC03776.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618477154219110322" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihLaYx3tXd8cFIKWn49Wxmeo1QaXa5ffALrTXvAYPA18H4f6frbQ-Rar_XpkKyq6YMpH4CO-pwQz2Dj5ndmhQuDu4Y6q-TUxt8QVQF0v4cFL8XKZCytE4wlF-t7-YvXsFRsoIm_G59bkzk/s1600/DSC03778.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihLaYx3tXd8cFIKWn49Wxmeo1QaXa5ffALrTXvAYPA18H4f6frbQ-Rar_XpkKyq6YMpH4CO-pwQz2Dj5ndmhQuDu4Y6q-TUxt8QVQF0v4cFL8XKZCytE4wlF-t7-YvXsFRsoIm_G59bkzk/s320/DSC03778.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618477148769105746" /></a>Bella, consulting the map for our next adventure...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirdYwOX5dqI0W8eO-OcqCsDAPgMhPZKoPQBu73xbYk6O1_x25q2eeY7BY3M-aN2LpimXIYGnJZimGQVoHPPpexDdSqfx1a470UDTNR-CF03JE1y0u76G19X877W3SFtbAwz9GGOFPhkgdt/s1600/DSC03788.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirdYwOX5dqI0W8eO-OcqCsDAPgMhPZKoPQBu73xbYk6O1_x25q2eeY7BY3M-aN2LpimXIYGnJZimGQVoHPPpexDdSqfx1a470UDTNR-CF03JE1y0u76G19X877W3SFtbAwz9GGOFPhkgdt/s320/DSC03788.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618477140831355330" /></a>Bella actually took this, which was pretty impressive. Otherwise I wouldn't have made it into too many pictures either.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5IFpM3gWEf2veDl2oPDGA1qTwvW3Tus4rDgEfTLXooI0oFXH12dLmQj1nB9Xl_H15RGkLwEyu4cMS7pt83X-vkD8WScPSairSnhs-8RrKOi7aQRGwzYu1Qs9Dz1Vaw2HbwiL-hwDzxzc7/s1600/DSC03790.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5IFpM3gWEf2veDl2oPDGA1qTwvW3Tus4rDgEfTLXooI0oFXH12dLmQj1nB9Xl_H15RGkLwEyu4cMS7pt83X-vkD8WScPSairSnhs-8RrKOi7aQRGwzYu1Qs9Dz1Vaw2HbwiL-hwDzxzc7/s320/DSC03790.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618477120612723154" /></a>Bella caught me red-handed finishing up her chocolate milk!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFFEn9ltsnYf614Ag2o-SQjJdttH9kki7U87yGj6sI8oYswOrkE6smQb5IuYEm3RtzB4X-ZGqfbDn638vIssmE1d-t8sSWrHLLJ2OkF4ppYAqihFYzOIQmceQYW8cJNZ239VZEuqr9VWB2/s1600/DSC03792.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFFEn9ltsnYf614Ag2o-SQjJdttH9kki7U87yGj6sI8oYswOrkE6smQb5IuYEm3RtzB4X-ZGqfbDn638vIssmE1d-t8sSWrHLLJ2OkF4ppYAqihFYzOIQmceQYW8cJNZ239VZEuqr9VWB2/s320/DSC03792.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618476508213787586" /></a>The carousel...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwhpwuw9BrXKq2z8S0rReLI0uqssJcjqvooeJ2BNqs7RlMVMbQ46vHv9jXm59N6VdXhKLC3N1irpzx7BzZEQMybu868WmlbXgXIKqqisMqpGQjBZNLTVWtz_MPY4nGdMujBdyc31BshVBa/s1600/DSC03796.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwhpwuw9BrXKq2z8S0rReLI0uqssJcjqvooeJ2BNqs7RlMVMbQ46vHv9jXm59N6VdXhKLC3N1irpzx7BzZEQMybu868WmlbXgXIKqqisMqpGQjBZNLTVWtz_MPY4nGdMujBdyc31BshVBa/s320/DSC03796.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618476499939640546" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPyI78myr-eMHYXMqXll6YkK5DV8Jy_5XkRzNDSKkDCwohYUTHsXZn2NjSWxDoPoKH4FYZyfZWqi20mnhDdniL_lu9vpfJYcaxo8LVyTiHJjpHL5JhCbL7SLTS9SPXAZkquflDsfZCsYv5/s1600/DSC03797.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPyI78myr-eMHYXMqXll6YkK5DV8Jy_5XkRzNDSKkDCwohYUTHsXZn2NjSWxDoPoKH4FYZyfZWqi20mnhDdniL_lu9vpfJYcaxo8LVyTiHJjpHL5JhCbL7SLTS9SPXAZkquflDsfZCsYv5/s320/DSC03797.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618476489733768962" /></a>Bella insisted I take a picture of Piggy riding the carousel! He had so much fun.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsO1fLPH1YLUQi8ujcaJHLamh-DIyDudj1jltp3diVC89UeAOPl4yNwlidAx11NlpqNMs4ldSMl_Si0TMfWSzEmoHneYsPkdv-ZqMEafhoZgk2LQPLjN5iQk38WfSxD3IA_ojBZSfx4Cjc/s1600/DSC03799.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsO1fLPH1YLUQi8ujcaJHLamh-DIyDudj1jltp3diVC89UeAOPl4yNwlidAx11NlpqNMs4ldSMl_Si0TMfWSzEmoHneYsPkdv-ZqMEafhoZgk2LQPLjN5iQk38WfSxD3IA_ojBZSfx4Cjc/s320/DSC03799.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618476472314600402" /></a>On our last day, after offering to go see Rapunzel a hundred times, Bella suddenly decided that that's all she wanted to do. The line was INSANE! I stood there for an hour and a half, holding Bella while she slept for about an hour of it. So I was exhausted and weary by the time we got there, but Bella was all rested up and super excited to see Rapunzel. She was just disappointed that "her boy" (Flynn) wasn't there too.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3av__UE59j1rntuhqe4n_QGtZkbTdizLE6Cl4MmnFsDRJrevga-jY1MTrkssHFHf2YbQ_ug0DX7M4ATTGdnSrsDkWIpk77UfgIahqj4tssU0TFED9kyinZH3m0NjRcLIuJjDqGVgJY29H/s1600/DSC03801.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3av__UE59j1rntuhqe4n_QGtZkbTdizLE6Cl4MmnFsDRJrevga-jY1MTrkssHFHf2YbQ_ug0DX7M4ATTGdnSrsDkWIpk77UfgIahqj4tssU0TFED9kyinZH3m0NjRcLIuJjDqGVgJY29H/s320/DSC03801.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618476469901126242" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXDRp3uPApY7YyQz8PMCtdUlDU7_mzVOtiS90TzVo-gMy0ErwF8_EYo4pgwlxGmZM4lgX5WGKasxH0hqI8qs4km0hKg28itM8g_WfdhoNxmdyiO4fLoAEVvb2ZyZwl0jojOHkPWmGfPkhG/s1600/DSC03802.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXDRp3uPApY7YyQz8PMCtdUlDU7_mzVOtiS90TzVo-gMy0ErwF8_EYo4pgwlxGmZM4lgX5WGKasxH0hqI8qs4km0hKg28itM8g_WfdhoNxmdyiO4fLoAEVvb2ZyZwl0jojOHkPWmGfPkhG/s320/DSC03802.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618475797673574754" /></a>Bella on the Casey Jr. train...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaIadbeuynNigk790K8dl8Jy4TPrC232GUlHk06ApDg4-QL87dQgjZN5_HvixUuNJFs-ieFMR_cAbHP3r_gHf65kl4JLDIczp7dHQPre6bGb8aPQj5k0BNZMAt7D9-lDPSpz6yqceA_23a/s1600/DSC03804.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaIadbeuynNigk790K8dl8Jy4TPrC232GUlHk06ApDg4-QL87dQgjZN5_HvixUuNJFs-ieFMR_cAbHP3r_gHf65kl4JLDIczp7dHQPre6bGb8aPQj5k0BNZMAt7D9-lDPSpz6yqceA_23a/s320/DSC03804.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618475785111255090" /></a>We went to the Princess Coronation over in the Fantasyland theatre. They have places to kind of run around and take pictures before it starts. I suddenly found Bella wrapped up in the decor laying on the ground! I think she was a little tired by the last day.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMS_9b0o1JhXtJ4tsQZFHcabPy1LC8Hw258_GMEj3SoGjhzQDLSjV0fM2k6ulPVFQR-8lY042_JEMgDloGknGVCCm1Ccym067cS_p9qEz1U3nR6WZWZ6bTLJSduWAATGTVUpg43e42X170/s1600/DSC03808.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMS_9b0o1JhXtJ4tsQZFHcabPy1LC8Hw258_GMEj3SoGjhzQDLSjV0fM2k6ulPVFQR-8lY042_JEMgDloGknGVCCm1Ccym067cS_p9qEz1U3nR6WZWZ6bTLJSduWAATGTVUpg43e42X170/s320/DSC03808.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618475775785650914" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJFz_AOdAzFeq9yKD_xoIo6Bn9XDar14TwO9DJ4I6ZotMu-D7u3yfO0i9wvOCJ7IBHwOXfDMBh9YjqIrShAEiTUhwkLypvnqEkLDpy_7bdslrtTTk7y__JOBULLtguURaM4sNnqE_Lqa8P/s1600/DSC03809.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJFz_AOdAzFeq9yKD_xoIo6Bn9XDar14TwO9DJ4I6ZotMu-D7u3yfO0i9wvOCJ7IBHwOXfDMBh9YjqIrShAEiTUhwkLypvnqEkLDpy_7bdslrtTTk7y__JOBULLtguURaM4sNnqE_Lqa8P/s320/DSC03809.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618475768490455922" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFVeZ6vF_Z2EezGRxXodfveaT9Up4FXFGVB_MKwpfA44yWDgWeM64r-lQKTLJLjCe6g_7j6RTthho9WL525a8T-fIgnCqiRnxSu34IKMBKSh4Nb3b6aODvDYyuljnucyympxQYcY68lUpL/s1600/DSC03814.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFVeZ6vF_Z2EezGRxXodfveaT9Up4FXFGVB_MKwpfA44yWDgWeM64r-lQKTLJLjCe6g_7j6RTthho9WL525a8T-fIgnCqiRnxSu34IKMBKSh4Nb3b6aODvDYyuljnucyympxQYcY68lUpL/s320/DSC03814.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618475764307319122" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyJ3RCUt4_xJBcFn14MffYiaol_10aLjYgMjwbLnwcYpb3e1FhSCE-uvfDKzcATEpwXizLNC_KBoFoz5eTaqP625xt8l9DJ30dDJuqSlY1ssPiZyRaaU06txKJXlPKQR2EXDeOi-X3F_tT/s1600/DSC03819.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyJ3RCUt4_xJBcFn14MffYiaol_10aLjYgMjwbLnwcYpb3e1FhSCE-uvfDKzcATEpwXizLNC_KBoFoz5eTaqP625xt8l9DJ30dDJuqSlY1ssPiZyRaaU06txKJXlPKQR2EXDeOi-X3F_tT/s320/DSC03819.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618475196511370578" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPhNrV2wTAKVf2gl58MkYRCccliyOjBzS8kl1la2uiBTk2xEhTdH44q33eVWSjeVibZ_399c-m_enGla3ozLr7Gp9H92jr1qLoj0jwUtKLX0uAqFDjhrGd8LFxwQQk0N-EQzc7PdAbSlBU/s1600/DSC03820.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPhNrV2wTAKVf2gl58MkYRCccliyOjBzS8kl1la2uiBTk2xEhTdH44q33eVWSjeVibZ_399c-m_enGla3ozLr7Gp9H92jr1qLoj0jwUtKLX0uAqFDjhrGd8LFxwQQk0N-EQzc7PdAbSlBU/s320/DSC03820.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618475178956816370" /></a>So that was Disneyland. It was a really fun family trip and we were really glad we got to go.<div><br /></div><div>I also never posted these pictures. I took a trip downtown a few weeks ago with my two cousins and their kids. We went to the fairly new kids exhibit at the Church History Museum. The kids LOVED it and we ended up playing for almost 2 hours. They had this whole thing about the early spanish who settled here or something, and the kids could dress up in this mexican garb and dance around. Evan was a crack-up in his little vest and hat! Here he is with Hannah in her pretty dancing skirt...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXP9OV2NAWD495fPRkPK06RsQ7vScEJBxVFsy2b3o7pqlylVr4Yio1BUUYFDnRDn9utm0Bj-S-IyNmXu-_NWhv0fSWHkVEnrEDxdcJxKi-8eFpJ6Na5RdOsxRKycfE0gJLsnR4mGj6rgDK/s1600/DSC03656.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXP9OV2NAWD495fPRkPK06RsQ7vScEJBxVFsy2b3o7pqlylVr4Yio1BUUYFDnRDn9utm0Bj-S-IyNmXu-_NWhv0fSWHkVEnrEDxdcJxKi-8eFpJ6Na5RdOsxRKycfE0gJLsnR4mGj6rgDK/s320/DSC03656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618475170207473122" /></a>This area was definitely the biggest hit for Bella. She could've stayed there all day dressed up in a skirt dancing. They even had a big mirror so the kids could watch themselves dance, which just turned into Bella checking herself out for an hour!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr3dozXNoILpSwyZ7R63BGEyp-ux5uXQhJMy174uC_g7JQtIYAoT_H4N1EtXHzsipy8D22qC3eMeah0G-IjcFnwwhzdcRMnafvHcQD3mYwi1KVppLyYSgucKdLMBGy6LRB5ryKd6_osytC/s1600/DSC03663.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr3dozXNoILpSwyZ7R63BGEyp-ux5uXQhJMy174uC_g7JQtIYAoT_H4N1EtXHzsipy8D22qC3eMeah0G-IjcFnwwhzdcRMnafvHcQD3mYwi1KVppLyYSgucKdLMBGy6LRB5ryKd6_osytC/s320/DSC03663.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618475161767796082" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkU2seloMVm16yt8LwVgv7sx9DzyU2KeCvcbB6Sh7Wn4pVLfGprCpZKwG-2LZ6wPKo5k_4yKmDX2-BTwJsvWUjG-gZvrakHE6mtXbXv9ByBHbcItLbDANSMyzMbrEYsBu-DZqHlHSS-WAZ/s1600/DSC03664.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkU2seloMVm16yt8LwVgv7sx9DzyU2KeCvcbB6Sh7Wn4pVLfGprCpZKwG-2LZ6wPKo5k_4yKmDX2-BTwJsvWUjG-gZvrakHE6mtXbXv9ByBHbcItLbDANSMyzMbrEYsBu-DZqHlHSS-WAZ/s320/DSC03664.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618475152529049250" /></a>The kids outside, running around...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1qlUHCsu5__a_jXAkKnUxZLmV4XNsYn8EVNbh3bsDJbYmdwdfKTBceRp3aQyoIw49dNwAdFLWjZC7oEjZLlScM6xtHS3I2rrlm14yNwrIf3wFloiHq9sC0DPgGtvU5f-oCVbUAZ6xBT6v/s1600/DSC03667.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1qlUHCsu5__a_jXAkKnUxZLmV4XNsYn8EVNbh3bsDJbYmdwdfKTBceRp3aQyoIw49dNwAdFLWjZC7oEjZLlScM6xtHS3I2rrlm14yNwrIf3wFloiHq9sC0DPgGtvU5f-oCVbUAZ6xBT6v/s320/DSC03667.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618474320629145906" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpOzDmiKfTDe_xQMgHT9EKfWv12hIUEyu9bgv5k1DXkabRLtPzmHMbg6_4uA1Y_NA4p6qZZ12dlAEyP1ynLh8xgDA9TAW0GKg4n8xKyqsmcpI2IEAKwbHezLpyHLnV4apCiONzm-9OGAx7/s1600/DSC03670.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpOzDmiKfTDe_xQMgHT9EKfWv12hIUEyu9bgv5k1DXkabRLtPzmHMbg6_4uA1Y_NA4p6qZZ12dlAEyP1ynLh8xgDA9TAW0GKg4n8xKyqsmcpI2IEAKwbHezLpyHLnV4apCiONzm-9OGAx7/s320/DSC03670.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618474311447568882" /></a>We made several attempts to get them all together for a picture. It's hard to get 5 kids 5 and under to hold still for a few seconds! This was as close as we got...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix9GRB7Z1Ata6gHkrbh7U4e_vgMhYVzv5k2jX83eVqIN8OXgvhyphenhyphenDW0L0pQWXpX9gCT7J8es2mx947290uI1SX-OFcUGPoVIcwGCy1l9LFpUdIv3G-ShDXuAjEm4gb8WDFyRG6fm3PJIFDK/s1600/DSC03673.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix9GRB7Z1Ata6gHkrbh7U4e_vgMhYVzv5k2jX83eVqIN8OXgvhyphenhyphenDW0L0pQWXpX9gCT7J8es2mx947290uI1SX-OFcUGPoVIcwGCy1l9LFpUdIv3G-ShDXuAjEm4gb8WDFyRG6fm3PJIFDK/s320/DSC03673.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618474303030104338" /></a>There was a group picture of all of us, but it wasn't on my camera so I need to get a copy of that. My cousins had to leave to get their kids naps. I had promised Bella that while we were down there we could go see the big Jesus in the visitor's center, so we walked over to Temple Square and played around for a little while.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoJ1wtCHLaqiW5CC8MTTaY9T-tBI7CNaRlf5R1lWiH03pK3brcIhEfcSlFV9A47UFZCpYtFL0-VYmDBwZPHfqV73F7A6FldtmbP1hhG029lVe71OteDv6M4ODBsxJVdSFbFne8SddKN_c8/s1600/DSC03678.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoJ1wtCHLaqiW5CC8MTTaY9T-tBI7CNaRlf5R1lWiH03pK3brcIhEfcSlFV9A47UFZCpYtFL0-VYmDBwZPHfqV73F7A6FldtmbP1hhG029lVe71OteDv6M4ODBsxJVdSFbFne8SddKN_c8/s320/DSC03678.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618474291247744754" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHwUtKNhGFrEG3q8O2uJDYZ13xpj6UGWw7xgwdYYKceO07koOIKNuGKM2Qztp-Q7mZpbTDR3OCS9kP03V4uZeFe4Oep42AU28chaJmJ2wUBsCLfY05nM7VNa6ifPqr_uYDH69JxBLCLS5p/s1600/DSC03679.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHwUtKNhGFrEG3q8O2uJDYZ13xpj6UGWw7xgwdYYKceO07koOIKNuGKM2Qztp-Q7mZpbTDR3OCS9kP03V4uZeFe4Oep42AU28chaJmJ2wUBsCLfY05nM7VNa6ifPqr_uYDH69JxBLCLS5p/s320/DSC03679.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618474284038866402" /></a>It was about 3:00 while we were sitting at the reflection pool, so I texted Ryan and asked him if he wanted us to stick around for a couple hours and then we could meet up and have dinner all together downtown. He said that'd be great, so we had some time to kill. I decided I'd take them over to the Beehive house and do that tour. While we were heading up the pathway on Temple Square from the reflection pool to go to the Beehive house, a little golf cart thing came toward us and who do you think was in it?? That's right, President Monson went puttering right by us. He smiled and said hi, and I sort of stood there staring like an idiot!! It was pretty cool though. Not something that happens every day for sure! After the Beehive house, we went to the top of the Church Office Building, played around in the visitor's center, and visited some of the fountains on Temple Square. We met up with Ryan and went to the Gateway for dinner then headed home. It was such a fun day with the kids. Evan didn't get his nap, but you would've never known it. He was so good and they were so well behaved all day. It was one of those perfect days with my kids that made me so glad to be a mom and grateful that I'm able to go spend fun days like that with them. I hope they're as good next time we do that so my good feelings aren't crushed! Anyway, until next time...</div>The Jubbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10651164001683916763noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767960167663201666.post-44675704260165796912011-05-15T14:08:00.008-06:002011-05-15T15:21:56.911-06:00It's That Time Again...<div>Time for another quickie top 10 because I've waited so long to blog and there have been a million things going on. This goes kind of way back, so I'll try to be brief. And there's lots of pictures of my cuto kids, so why wouldn't you look?? So here they are, in no particular order.</div><div><br /></div><div>1. St. Patrick's Day. Yes, it's been that long! So, I have NEVER gotten into this holiday, and I don't know why I did this year. But I put the kids in green and made a fun green dinner and dessert. I think it was more fun because Bella is finally getting old enough to understand some of this. My friend (thanks Linds!) gave me this link for this really cute little clover treasure hunt, left by a leprechaun. So I decided to do it and Bella had so much fun. It was by color, so she did it really easily. At the end of it was a rainbow with a pot of goodies and toys. Evan just thought the goodies were awesome!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjavhoZ4RBkDWetrQxUfZY5eythZuQJLOs8td7i2fMvADAXtwV48ieXxR1S2PZPybTiuQwaZiuu9iMuSGb0OmFABC_NAwRu2TT1hAmp4K10yaUns5Oid_Z7-Rg6whvf9RFZtrYA935dgYS6/s1600/DSC03539.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjavhoZ4RBkDWetrQxUfZY5eythZuQJLOs8td7i2fMvADAXtwV48ieXxR1S2PZPybTiuQwaZiuu9iMuSGb0OmFABC_NAwRu2TT1hAmp4K10yaUns5Oid_Z7-Rg6whvf9RFZtrYA935dgYS6/s320/DSC03539.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607046194206934354" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Xf32u4UF6Vfoipcld-Ml3L2WlcB36erSL4VLjWLwe4ohUaj4iqM7nhilqHjjGQOTGRqRFh_9PbQB_AhZx8tD0oadk3OWMR7lJI5wfEvL6bjupQnyJHyOdZEvLeTDFskX3o-AtCBxpgq8/s1600/DSC03536.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Xf32u4UF6Vfoipcld-Ml3L2WlcB36erSL4VLjWLwe4ohUaj4iqM7nhilqHjjGQOTGRqRFh_9PbQB_AhZx8tD0oadk3OWMR7lJI5wfEvL6bjupQnyJHyOdZEvLeTDFskX3o-AtCBxpgq8/s320/DSC03536.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607046191826200802" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4oYqj1rh-3evVNTv8lL2r_N8tReGtK-MVTQPPQMLuY1DJvWSMPGVE3ELGekbXy-HIhW32in4o0MgnGCG_YpiseiOZl6u8-XSTnH_h0y47JABFR5rP8i8ZlX_XTmcLyplMwf5nyFmDKZ8P/s1600/DSC03538.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4oYqj1rh-3evVNTv8lL2r_N8tReGtK-MVTQPPQMLuY1DJvWSMPGVE3ELGekbXy-HIhW32in4o0MgnGCG_YpiseiOZl6u8-XSTnH_h0y47JABFR5rP8i8ZlX_XTmcLyplMwf5nyFmDKZ8P/s320/DSC03538.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607046183832200722" /></a>Our green cupcakes...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHjf7weQx_-HZpmQAyGIUQgviw6x5nfRyB-C4Usb9eKWF6GtMGgDVp-Q7IoM-ovJkQm0siJ4UCjHrYKqOBWlPQc7f6V9mgyJh8rzmZKfYbdZKKdgIaEG4vZysVFEEZNsb5EHuy9RGa8pCS/s1600/DSC03540.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHjf7weQx_-HZpmQAyGIUQgviw6x5nfRyB-C4Usb9eKWF6GtMGgDVp-Q7IoM-ovJkQm0siJ4UCjHrYKqOBWlPQc7f6V9mgyJh8rzmZKfYbdZKKdgIaEG4vZysVFEEZNsb5EHuy9RGa8pCS/s320/DSC03540.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607045854560467474" /></a>and green dinner. It's hard to tell, but the rolls are green too. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLeJ83RG-0cOfz2SdxoUVq1_bWj3ZTxQabUf58oJbQzFLm59E6IjrOTeF7s0cCyRK8mIDUtl5lKMUkElqBqFO_x_uJP9e2Dga3a42m-vSy3LFITxhA0oV4I6VMffJIO4-4rII5VXJtv5rZ/s1600/DSC03535.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLeJ83RG-0cOfz2SdxoUVq1_bWj3ZTxQabUf58oJbQzFLm59E6IjrOTeF7s0cCyRK8mIDUtl5lKMUkElqBqFO_x_uJP9e2Dga3a42m-vSy3LFITxhA0oV4I6VMffJIO4-4rII5VXJtv5rZ/s320/DSC03535.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607045852609141554" /></a>2. Easter also happened, like 5 weeks later! Again, I got more into this holiday than I ever have before. We colored eggs the night before, which Bella thought was pretty cool once she figured out what I was doing!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfO-jBCxuBSlGn_Q1NIDY3OtjLYkQSmHIi-3BuzdHKGLxJCUUvDBWOFz55P1uCY63qu0hrFEz3hmjR_YsIv0qYYXu6O8Yqiv9ZFXbO5KRRCvVWCUueoU0bSeWNziWmsipeA8bQWw9Ym14g/s1600/DSC03562.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfO-jBCxuBSlGn_Q1NIDY3OtjLYkQSmHIi-3BuzdHKGLxJCUUvDBWOFz55P1uCY63qu0hrFEz3hmjR_YsIv0qYYXu6O8Yqiv9ZFXbO5KRRCvVWCUueoU0bSeWNziWmsipeA8bQWw9Ym14g/s320/DSC03562.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607045847342748034" /></a>These are their Easter baskets. Bella got Tangled, which you can see in the mix there of her basket. She really wanted that movie, so I told her to be really good and ask the Easter Bunny to bring it, and he just might. I guess he listened!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYTcYHTFDpaCSLm8GwahNw2SGM3F1a5VHtkBXB81SGUkCWFXrNxWnDmRCu-x6_912bbpa5MWnXlwCPCJ1y4W6pUDlon8q4fHvKtNwvAfDRy-Dvv03-a1HEXKqwp0SxLtooXfRdPdgp3FFH/s1600/DSC03563.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYTcYHTFDpaCSLm8GwahNw2SGM3F1a5VHtkBXB81SGUkCWFXrNxWnDmRCu-x6_912bbpa5MWnXlwCPCJ1y4W6pUDlon8q4fHvKtNwvAfDRy-Dvv03-a1HEXKqwp0SxLtooXfRdPdgp3FFH/s320/DSC03563.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607045844199243938" /></a>The Easter Bunny always hid our entire basket so we had to go find it. Apparently that's what our Easter Bunny does too. It was fun to watch her try to find it.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRA_y0zISxTKagIPpvJ4rdKt7SyIH4sbc7uz7d72IpxD5AEgFRA5J2CxFkjKRKWAwnfFHHib5LS4wwSJOlWQjqBSouQMNCJJRSCSZFFRCqXSt_pgLfefu9Tayqa0zuK9GRdjACG1D_qUMu/s1600/DSC03567.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRA_y0zISxTKagIPpvJ4rdKt7SyIH4sbc7uz7d72IpxD5AEgFRA5J2CxFkjKRKWAwnfFHHib5LS4wwSJOlWQjqBSouQMNCJJRSCSZFFRCqXSt_pgLfefu9Tayqa0zuK9GRdjACG1D_qUMu/s320/DSC03567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607045833788156674" /></a>With her new favorite movie...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgexDsfinNCP-SS4vVo3Kq8i9qxVIODrhczmWh1f1B6T8HTs5e-ctmpDywqBPy7xkNYw21-2Xkrb0GnE2wVasilqOEBWznGeaGyHQ_-cfBigFDhmqeleioTn-h5PA50ehvxcFQR8CrEycYj/s1600/DSC03568.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgexDsfinNCP-SS4vVo3Kq8i9qxVIODrhczmWh1f1B6T8HTs5e-ctmpDywqBPy7xkNYw21-2Xkrb0GnE2wVasilqOEBWznGeaGyHQ_-cfBigFDhmqeleioTn-h5PA50ehvxcFQR8CrEycYj/s320/DSC03568.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607045055794111522" /></a>3. On April 20th, I woke up expecting a nice, normal day. It was not so. I had been having some really bad pains off and on over the previous few days in my stomach and on Wednesday morning they started getting kind of intense. I was taking preventative measures to not be getting pregnant, but after some of the things I had been experiencing over the last few weeks, and the abdominal pain, I started wondering if maybe I had gotten pregnant anyway. So I took a pregnancy test, and sure enough, it was positive. I knew the pain couldn't be a good sign, so I called my doctor, and was in their office by about 2 that afternoon. I spent the day being poked and prodded and they finally diagnosed a tubal pregnancy. I was bleeding pretty good internally, so I needed surgery that night. I checked in at the ER, sat in a room for about an hour, and was in surgery by about 8:30, I think it was. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiywsZ_NXixdlrHoFXVYgzq8kAI822JdqSFLkUIDqDeBUkOaJMuhcvhxdPtj3wd6Z_0cL7SLenBgLcKnfLkUcUKm2O3uBnxLLEzvxnYsRH9PS87VTAAqxdj1Wv-_hK_vxKypIv8K63uZ3FO/s1600/surgery.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 153px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiywsZ_NXixdlrHoFXVYgzq8kAI822JdqSFLkUIDqDeBUkOaJMuhcvhxdPtj3wd6Z_0cL7SLenBgLcKnfLkUcUKm2O3uBnxLLEzvxnYsRH9PS87VTAAqxdj1Wv-_hK_vxKypIv8K63uZ3FO/s320/surgery.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607045053760132882" /></a>There was about 2 soda cans worth of blood in my stomach that had to be removed. A lot of times, with a tubal pregnancy, the tube erupts and they have to remove it. I was lucky and was able to keep all my body parts, which is a relief considering how it could've gone. But I have spent the last several weeks recovering. They re-opened my C-section incision, so it was quite a surgery. Those 36 hours starting about the time I got to the dr.'s office up until about halfway through my hospital stay could possibly be ranked as the worst in my life up to this point, and I hope forever! I will spare you all the gory details, but it wasn't fun. Good news is, I'm back to about 90%, and should be at 100% in the next week or so. And I was grateful that they let me make it home before Easter so we could enjoy that together. Yay for surprises!<div><br /></div><div>4. This is my grandpa...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDHwCktHsIEHw8r_1zjv9Ij05H7yjXeDVbr2GXwPgqKi4Lr7dmii1fxlt4Nw7k0aOXJNs8avpYD2wdtDsUHL7ErS0m96s1hAdrDsc2ChMIx3XqPYdfiW4RvSWiwt9v7M0zr7e7jo-b7GwA/s1600/grandpa.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDHwCktHsIEHw8r_1zjv9Ij05H7yjXeDVbr2GXwPgqKi4Lr7dmii1fxlt4Nw7k0aOXJNs8avpYD2wdtDsUHL7ErS0m96s1hAdrDsc2ChMIx3XqPYdfiW4RvSWiwt9v7M0zr7e7jo-b7GwA/s320/grandpa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607045046523290178" /></a>Around the end of March (sorry, I'm hazy on all the actual dates), he got really sick and was diagnosed with Stage 3 leukemia. Things went downhill pretty fast and with all the things going on, they weren't able to continue treatment. On April 4, he passed away. My in-laws were so wonderful and cancelled their travel plans for that weekend to watch the kids while Ryan and I traveled to California for the funeral. It was so nice to be there without the kids and be able to enjoy a nice time with family in memory of Grandpa Roth. All but 1 of his 32 grandchildren were there, the one being on his mission right now. I think my uncle said at the funeral that his legacy currently includes 102 people, so far! It was incredible. I loved my grandpa and had so many wonderful memories with him. I'm so grateful for such a strong example who raised such a wonderful family and gave me so many people to love. He will be missed. Love you Grandpa!</div><div><br /></div><div>5. Mother's Day! Yay for this day! It actually wasn't that great of a day, cause Evan was a monster during church so I had to leave early with him. We had a family dinner with my family that day, and I was bringing a few things, so I spent most of my afternoon baking. Ryan did help me a ton though, which made it nice. And he got me the best presents! He got me this movie, which I LOVE...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9hYOtdKTFetOEZsnrOm-XwIs9HngY-uU-lmkjMdNFtNTX38IKJfMe7zihrNi6myhK3Y9MTN26IwgfrR34E4mL34ajMs3sKr4VO0ExFDLFDobu8LNr-adR0phKwBrMUS_eOLrmfSeErPUO/s1600/northandsouth.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9hYOtdKTFetOEZsnrOm-XwIs9HngY-uU-lmkjMdNFtNTX38IKJfMe7zihrNi6myhK3Y9MTN26IwgfrR34E4mL34ajMs3sKr4VO0ExFDLFDobu8LNr-adR0phKwBrMUS_eOLrmfSeErPUO/s320/northandsouth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607045042943889538" /></a>And these beautiful flowers that are still brightening up my kitchen...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBE6E9ym6nJw2LkTW1IvVZgPhVTx756YHNETzqdqUroAvn8nMaSmlYkD4jB5jE-UCCXyvTwY3fWhIDUgEfHpZYhmmHbHGjb9u8KnXI38LYRy1czZ_UDhSN2N8Syx4wf7gzV74WpIRjPchp/s1600/DSC03580.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBE6E9ym6nJw2LkTW1IvVZgPhVTx756YHNETzqdqUroAvn8nMaSmlYkD4jB5jE-UCCXyvTwY3fWhIDUgEfHpZYhmmHbHGjb9u8KnXI38LYRy1czZ_UDhSN2N8Syx4wf7gzV74WpIRjPchp/s320/DSC03580.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607045038340289106" /></a>Thanks to Ryan for making my day so great. I love being a mom!</div><div><br /></div><div>6. Wow, I'm only to 6. Still with me?? Okay, so this is kind of two things, but the kids finally got their own room. They've been sleeping in the office in the basement, with just their beds in there with a desk and lots of other office-y things. We finally talked to Ryan's parents about making it an actual bedroom, and they were kind enough to spend a weekend making that happen. We also decided to move Evan to a toddler bed, which has been a disaster so far :) I keep hoping it will get better, and thinking that it just has to! This is how it's going...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFe84QIqrS0hJSTcruTVahVLhfGcMEuWMEIncRqFIvxJ9oNNlSw2vurJlRtfhaq_r0HCsChPC8ofGXfnzl7xvcW_BbwbWPnTq92R8hdzlMpIWUtKcpZu26OsaGY1S16F1MgE6sTroWyk8c/s1600/DSC03577.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFe84QIqrS0hJSTcruTVahVLhfGcMEuWMEIncRqFIvxJ9oNNlSw2vurJlRtfhaq_r0HCsChPC8ofGXfnzl7xvcW_BbwbWPnTq92R8hdzlMpIWUtKcpZu26OsaGY1S16F1MgE6sTroWyk8c/s320/DSC03577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607044506021022034" /></a>He goes to sleep (when he finally gets around to it!) on the floor every night and I go move him into his bed. And then sometimes he falls out in the middle of the night. He's such a funny kid! I would post more pictures of their new bedroom, but I haven't made it very cutesy yet. So if I ever get around to that, I'll put up pictures! I just have to say that I love having their dressers and shoes and diapers and everything else out of my bedroom and contained in their own little space!</div><div><br /></div><div>7. Big news, which sort of prompted the bedroom change above... Ryan's parents were asked by the church to go to South Africa for 3-6 years so his dad could head up the legal counsel for the church for all of Southern Africa. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgISfTOr-qg5wcp2LVPTv7nd1kfHcOg2YzmnOho_gVpBea7clDT72myhwFbBI2p5z3MZvttpn1QFV7aLNaY_5l9drfREf9pAVKu3xNwU-0rhKz57tUvCGoZWQ8CO5WPrN8c20HbuIHMEC9t/s1600/southafrica.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 106px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgISfTOr-qg5wcp2LVPTv7nd1kfHcOg2YzmnOho_gVpBea7clDT72myhwFbBI2p5z3MZvttpn1QFV7aLNaY_5l9drfREf9pAVKu3xNwU-0rhKz57tUvCGoZWQ8CO5WPrN8c20HbuIHMEC9t/s320/southafrica.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607044503412466546" /></a>They accepted, and will officially be moving to South Africa at the end of August. We have decided to stay at the house for longer than we had initially anticipated, so we wanted to work on settling in a little more. They're really excited for this new adventure and I'm excited to hear all about it! </div><div>8. Ryan got a new calling, which is in the primary. He teaches to 8-9 year olds. He had been in the Elder's Quorum for about 1 1/2 years, and I think he was kind of ready for a change. He's been having a lot of fun with it and loves the age. They're old enough to pay attention but not quite old enough to really misbehave! I hope he gets to keep this calling for a while since he's enjoying it so much.</div><div><br /></div><div>9. Evan turned 18 months and gets to go to nursery now! This is an awesome moment for any church-going parent. He actually went a week early because it was the week right after my surgery, so I didn't go to church, and Ryan had responsibilities to take care of. He loves it, and one of the nursery leaders just told me today that he is a model nursery child. She said he's so good every week and never even cries or barely makes a sound. I think he's too terrified to! But I'm glad he's acting good so other people think I have good kids! My little boy is getting so grown up!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSxXsR1BIi-12nAPugPRwigBUSrzOL3BaBF6dcSG1R9kWejLkuFSzvNFtPEXRGyE3bpTIG82ivKk3lUww3tb2K8IFNpNFJrFHZW-_y0g-jmxwTjrgP03Ps75mKdRo4x3dgnuxts9ici_Fz/s1600/DSC03544.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSxXsR1BIi-12nAPugPRwigBUSrzOL3BaBF6dcSG1R9kWejLkuFSzvNFtPEXRGyE3bpTIG82ivKk3lUww3tb2K8IFNpNFJrFHZW-_y0g-jmxwTjrgP03Ps75mKdRo4x3dgnuxts9ici_Fz/s320/DSC03544.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607044500075776754" /></a></div><div>10. I have officially started my last semester of school! HOORAY! I've been working on my bachelor's for the last 3 1/2 years and I am sooooooooo ready to be done! I will have my Bachelor's of Science in Accounting<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpc3RRxfLHbgrmjhZKzJ_tz56I6DC5ju3jpXgu7Wn76e4-aBSSMCVvNkZAarl6DJjMCtCwqUt6sDlhBvBSos9EvR4sEmsKqv1d_cqk94mbzhLVHvlrsPfkG2YGTji7u800VHK3Rl_TAGP9/s1600/accounting.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 159px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpc3RRxfLHbgrmjhZKzJ_tz56I6DC5ju3jpXgu7Wn76e4-aBSSMCVvNkZAarl6DJjMCtCwqUt6sDlhBvBSos9EvR4sEmsKqv1d_cqk94mbzhLVHvlrsPfkG2YGTji7u800VHK3Rl_TAGP9/s320/accounting.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607044493993058386" /></a>And that will be official in August, when I will graduate and get my diploma! I'm really happy that I took on this challenge, but it has been really hard with kids and I am really looking forward to being able to just focus on being a mommy for a while.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtw-RM7WnTXH4motDTNqPLwPdZapbueQfO3ZW8QHtT4yYLyF7kso_TT1e-jGR6WHZJ_PCxBZD25RB0pQfGBjtcw8o8jmoUOLkT6b7Rd2halA723Bx3UsEyUJxzrDcFNnHB7gID9YADwGUB/s1600/graduation.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtw-RM7WnTXH4motDTNqPLwPdZapbueQfO3ZW8QHtT4yYLyF7kso_TT1e-jGR6WHZJ_PCxBZD25RB0pQfGBjtcw8o8jmoUOLkT6b7Rd2halA723Bx3UsEyUJxzrDcFNnHB7gID9YADwGUB/s320/graduation.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607044493122564498" /></a>Speaking of being a mommy, so blog post would be complete without a nice array of pictures of my kiddos! Here are some random photos of my two cuties over the last couple months. I love this two to death and while they can be extremely frustrating very often, they are so much fun and never cease to provide hours of entertainment!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpmMOb9K29fOR8UtU2787rVxoD6TD7VEpWOs0p0MDqRRflEJMMax5HVTwpuuglGfA41gaa6B3aPuuQNMhQ0jb3qrMnZMhV5O5wOSx6r8tDpDh40QBYSmcmrS6JMkCuvp7ciuqGtUQsN-oT/s1600/DSC03570.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpmMOb9K29fOR8UtU2787rVxoD6TD7VEpWOs0p0MDqRRflEJMMax5HVTwpuuglGfA41gaa6B3aPuuQNMhQ0jb3qrMnZMhV5O5wOSx6r8tDpDh40QBYSmcmrS6JMkCuvp7ciuqGtUQsN-oT/s320/DSC03570.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607043972019246802" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPCStnit45opCp7giZo5iLKxRMlcWWr2A5t6O79vNap5n85xo6Ku3-RABym9-_B8QE7hKh9-tBWGYQtUqTnOxJFddG3eZ-H81ps56uyBmkwiZotfHOARYAHXjjavbEcB9jK0Vqsw-e3vyE/s1600/DSC03488.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPCStnit45opCp7giZo5iLKxRMlcWWr2A5t6O79vNap5n85xo6Ku3-RABym9-_B8QE7hKh9-tBWGYQtUqTnOxJFddG3eZ-H81ps56uyBmkwiZotfHOARYAHXjjavbEcB9jK0Vqsw-e3vyE/s320/DSC03488.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607043969755249298" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE23nLDm6JJ3B6omVVZRO1u2pzkVVU1MFjYIEo8BdBVStNAlIv8JGeSXWtMkkLyArQFOZc_QRn02P1I5Ptr1w4UN7MIjfOLKaOwU9Wn9v5z5qK2WDNgUGS3QVwEErDgy0jJkLQeQEu6VFm/s1600/DSC03574.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE23nLDm6JJ3B6omVVZRO1u2pzkVVU1MFjYIEo8BdBVStNAlIv8JGeSXWtMkkLyArQFOZc_QRn02P1I5Ptr1w4UN7MIjfOLKaOwU9Wn9v5z5qK2WDNgUGS3QVwEErDgy0jJkLQeQEu6VFm/s320/DSC03574.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607043962266655826" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs4ViFu2XY_6PrIykoiz_ztZUXwFgLOQkfKZwo5H8eGBg6jdJaWgst1hgdZLrwZIpyH5JbWEJy1LRTF03YqvAhWdx3dR4VD6spa18JfGUxLn0Xx3vrNx-N9qUaoRZwWlFKrV69qTmjjdfw/s1600/DSC03572.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs4ViFu2XY_6PrIykoiz_ztZUXwFgLOQkfKZwo5H8eGBg6jdJaWgst1hgdZLrwZIpyH5JbWEJy1LRTF03YqvAhWdx3dR4VD6spa18JfGUxLn0Xx3vrNx-N9qUaoRZwWlFKrV69qTmjjdfw/s320/DSC03572.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607043957226213090" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheuPEtrDjqu8bP2WLnaG2AED3XbGAnHDlzl8OmAbPbraY3n9iOw3wyWrtGIw1WX8mFIMU66AzWDXL2Nzb8A69TiFXDZEWPTbOVNBi7as4nND4LgRGs1Z_0sDj8WYkqA85jPxba4VbwZtM2/s1600/DSC03575.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheuPEtrDjqu8bP2WLnaG2AED3XbGAnHDlzl8OmAbPbraY3n9iOw3wyWrtGIw1WX8mFIMU66AzWDXL2Nzb8A69TiFXDZEWPTbOVNBi7as4nND4LgRGs1Z_0sDj8WYkqA85jPxba4VbwZtM2/s320/DSC03575.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607043953996705890" /></a>Happy blogging! And now you know everything you wanted to know about our lives for the last couple months, and more! As always, I'm going to attempt to not wait until I can actually come up with 10 events to cover!</div>The Jubbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10651164001683916763noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767960167663201666.post-35462978390630874572011-03-17T08:58:00.005-06:002011-03-17T09:25:08.350-06:00Baby Shower<div style="text-align: center;">So, I'm kind of not very smart, and I don't know how to properly load pictures onto my blog (!!) so these might be in kind of a weird order, but I'm not changing them! We threw a baby shower for my sister-in-law, Ryan's Sarah (not to be confused with my sister-in-law Andy's Sarah :) She had her twin boys, Carter & Weston, on February 23. We had already been planning the shower for the 10th, then halted it when she delivered early, then resumed when we decided that it would still be fun to do! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My friend Lindsay (thanks again!) sent me a link for this adorable idea for an ice cream parlor for a party. I loved it and decided that I had to do it. I spent waaaaaaay more time on it over the next couple of weeks than I should have - putting off taxes and homework to get everything done. But it was so much fun. So, here are the pics and full detail for my sister-in-law Andy's Sarah, who couldn't make it!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I asked my mom to make two baby bundle cakes, and left her to that. Of course, she delivered, as always. These were the cutest things ever! I couldn't cut them, I made someone else do it! Then Ryan & I brought home a baby head for his family to eat. That was a little creepy!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW1i-CE7PP5ezFD2pWJN0sB8-qQwfXmKhiOIZrGtj_Y2wJpaA2KPnNiES6gYSkHQlnubP1sKC_USci0fgxcOuPCpoLSbevb_I8qp-L40S1CWtFPc1fKfhQQlG7w9OPinx260yjT0uxMNBW/s1600/DSC03500.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW1i-CE7PP5ezFD2pWJN0sB8-qQwfXmKhiOIZrGtj_Y2wJpaA2KPnNiES6gYSkHQlnubP1sKC_USci0fgxcOuPCpoLSbevb_I8qp-L40S1CWtFPc1fKfhQQlG7w9OPinx260yjT0uxMNBW/s320/DSC03500.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585065156087167970" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">So here are is the ice cream set-up. As always, I took more pictures of the decorations than anything else! </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic1ZOmxXyXtoQqqxZsCE319bF1YJ2dldO-uzjhdUUV2KgHjRaGq1ypgZRpbbKoD-Zzq3s4hIVMlNyq181VWuQjM0GJLpRe32kTH7OvMChkGZbgdOtyN1XYhXJUVMilKHY0tOAsfpGuexzE/s1600/DSC03502.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic1ZOmxXyXtoQqqxZsCE319bF1YJ2dldO-uzjhdUUV2KgHjRaGq1ypgZRpbbKoD-Zzq3s4hIVMlNyq181VWuQjM0GJLpRe32kTH7OvMChkGZbgdOtyN1XYhXJUVMilKHY0tOAsfpGuexzE/s320/DSC03502.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585065147505823826" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD3-Og-ypGQ0AaQ30137ZYXW5qqG05g_lOeHsIVIuzT_koN3LZ3iXkhf-ainrw2RBi8rKnKEv1NWdVsq2vgmQxKw76o-SxcE5AGzK9rgSF9uUs0qrRO-pPzazNOZyjN9C3M-LTz_B2RV6B/s1600/DSC03504.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD3-Og-ypGQ0AaQ30137ZYXW5qqG05g_lOeHsIVIuzT_koN3LZ3iXkhf-ainrw2RBi8rKnKEv1NWdVsq2vgmQxKw76o-SxcE5AGzK9rgSF9uUs0qrRO-pPzazNOZyjN9C3M-LTz_B2RV6B/s320/DSC03504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585065143173995490" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We decided that we needed something salty to cut all the sugar. We went with pretzels and popcorn. On this website, this lady used an popcorn bucket for her spoons, and when I saw the pattern, I knew I had to use the adorable popcorn bucket for something. So I blew it up, made 50 copies of it, cut them all out, glued them all together, and then glued a popcorn or pretzel tag onto the front (my mom totally helped me with all that - never would've gotten them all day myself!). They were soooooo cute! </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIMbDV8K4Cww47s81Mo4_NherszuWo4UKyekKMZ8u1dfa1e0oHEbvoA3iI33jr7HBMtD_M9wZVYJUlf5uy0Whz6UrVo7hIBUYaTIl07I6QCnuiWt4A3coW0gwdRWzjQRaYq6TlTSI2pcpr/s1600/DSC03505.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIMbDV8K4Cww47s81Mo4_NherszuWo4UKyekKMZ8u1dfa1e0oHEbvoA3iI33jr7HBMtD_M9wZVYJUlf5uy0Whz6UrVo7hIBUYaTIl07I6QCnuiWt4A3coW0gwdRWzjQRaYq6TlTSI2pcpr/s320/DSC03505.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585065134416804754" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKfJ6RbMJY_UeLFcVCSPNYP2DdhSWceDQTX8PSb72lTyzVZndpcM1mDSZxy7yztRu3Jskh_6u97f683MxX-I2WzOsXYS1lKueXf7-SEi67ZkrYAxQHHFcd0ygNfgTC-SORbqs5DairLU25/s1600/DSC03510.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKfJ6RbMJY_UeLFcVCSPNYP2DdhSWceDQTX8PSb72lTyzVZndpcM1mDSZxy7yztRu3Jskh_6u97f683MxX-I2WzOsXYS1lKueXf7-SEi67ZkrYAxQHHFcd0ygNfgTC-SORbqs5DairLU25/s320/DSC03510.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585064713685443778" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnCNnxThS_EeTdlf6JHC3yQ1ZygOUdZtmJt5ehVSxctpS4KUFSYX7qfv5pZSdcCfsT5xQvICv7536Ye10K8-iou4PVxYeLGj34JfKTuze6o_wJGtvj-imTHekOlW7MlLIydTVowwjWMg8l/s1600/DSC03507.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnCNnxThS_EeTdlf6JHC3yQ1ZygOUdZtmJt5ehVSxctpS4KUFSYX7qfv5pZSdcCfsT5xQvICv7536Ye10K8-iou4PVxYeLGj34JfKTuze6o_wJGtvj-imTHekOlW7MlLIydTVowwjWMg8l/s320/DSC03507.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585064710941081154" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This is a picture of our games. Sarah had invited quite a few people, so we didn't know how crowded it was gonna be. So rather than try some organized games with 30+ people, I just did some out on the counter that people could do if they wanted. We had "guess the baby food", a bottle full of jelly beans that you had to guess how many were in there (which, there were 114 and the winner guessed 113 - pretty impressive!), and a paper with a baby word scramble & seeing how many words you could make from the baby's names, Carter Ryan & Weston Glenn. We had a few prizes for the winners and then people weren't forced to participate if they were anti-baby shower games! Oh, we also played that game where you get 3 little clothes pins when you get there. Nobody is allowed to say "baby" or any form of it. If you catch someone saying it, you get one of their clothes pins, and vice versa. I think the winner ended up with like 14. I ended up with none! </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiR5jxsBm3-JP_1Viu3uVE3MucpjeOqCDxvAOQII4sIy6t638URH47jpdBAPSYfWai4OzGg5UkFpV73mPbZH5hc_y3Fzi2J5mO5zgUuT1RkBqAHV6pWmps2S6Po0gPfqv6pi8jzfKhvlri/s1600/DSC03508.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiR5jxsBm3-JP_1Viu3uVE3MucpjeOqCDxvAOQII4sIy6t638URH47jpdBAPSYfWai4OzGg5UkFpV73mPbZH5hc_y3Fzi2J5mO5zgUuT1RkBqAHV6pWmps2S6Po0gPfqv6pi8jzfKhvlri/s320/DSC03508.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585064705697839618" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Oh, and here's one final, random picture of the whole thing all together. I have to say, I was most proud of my triangle sign there. It was cute, and really quite easy to make.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0nOINO9yquxzqHqGjev1zEy_QCEx56lPaQe63Svq7j5FvyCf8zfAkpZcJqwMO7ipeF36PxzABuvfTaPHRPowVCfBj2xuAu3R3KNm4cn5hmKrv7-OArpUkjbSmvVjeVxPKOKXL9eGq77qU/s1600/DSC03506.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0nOINO9yquxzqHqGjev1zEy_QCEx56lPaQe63Svq7j5FvyCf8zfAkpZcJqwMO7ipeF36PxzABuvfTaPHRPowVCfBj2xuAu3R3KNm4cn5hmKrv7-OArpUkjbSmvVjeVxPKOKXL9eGq77qU/s320/DSC03506.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585064696288506786" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And here's a picture of Sarah with all her volleyball girls. I just thought it was a cute picture of all of them!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuBSCDODTavLVO6RD25iTZycgw1CdTwyoAOoyDTY2LMlV0LOZjI_4ygvQrf9JNTTR47lD3_rEN5iM2zdBk6df8u3GPUSuOlfbQjUwTSg22LSNVUmI4HFO1s76hIAfnNQJ8M0wzYZqIhym5/s1600/DSC03521.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuBSCDODTavLVO6RD25iTZycgw1CdTwyoAOoyDTY2LMlV0LOZjI_4ygvQrf9JNTTR47lD3_rEN5iM2zdBk6df8u3GPUSuOlfbQjUwTSg22LSNVUmI4HFO1s76hIAfnNQJ8M0wzYZqIhym5/s320/DSC03521.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585064695805462562" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Sarah opening presents... These are the car seat covers I made for her. I just made up the pattern, working off my memory of some that I saw. She's supposed to let me know how they work out for her so I can tweak them for the next time I made one if I need to.</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhy02583V9w9VfqzIv0gGJXJDs8SgnRUHxO7ndZ8VME2wDge4s4L4GazIzoEXhy0lL2ml1Sr0GOJtGdVtqB5oguz3dOh1COKUJzcZwdNUIXg_DHTMNK6OKr8nGsG8aIWQh5D2EPZfHKhgO/s1600/DSC03519.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhy02583V9w9VfqzIv0gGJXJDs8SgnRUHxO7ndZ8VME2wDge4s4L4GazIzoEXhy0lL2ml1Sr0GOJtGdVtqB5oguz3dOh1COKUJzcZwdNUIXg_DHTMNK6OKr8nGsG8aIWQh5D2EPZfHKhgO/s320/DSC03519.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585063826051295698" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sarah's grandma knitted (I think) some blankets, booties, hats, and sweaters for the babies. They were really cute and must've taken her forever.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrQ8TsavOMz-Sc4ILBuIXxFUqQLgPZprEFMFR4BVjNk5OKsgQPTrrVVUCj5hW4yG01hlBAuE909jDDTLndzXK9V7IZvCSwaR26rNqep12Z-oy4K1Lky2o80w6eitsz-6hH1SDKzkWhI7iH/s1600/DSC03515.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrQ8TsavOMz-Sc4ILBuIXxFUqQLgPZprEFMFR4BVjNk5OKsgQPTrrVVUCj5hW4yG01hlBAuE909jDDTLndzXK9V7IZvCSwaR26rNqep12Z-oy4K1Lky2o80w6eitsz-6hH1SDKzkWhI7iH/s320/DSC03515.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585063820101248610" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe0O-EYtlXiwXnv72I4JAjwmloH0khkUTCh8bR6dicJnBZkedH8Twc7iJdjDcH62v71UUA_aulzsluW5Mt-WyEJJLn5RGqauoBjZ9iuaH4x4z15Vra2QWSM_KpetHjlVJaMDlEeXQ35a0C/s1600/DSC03512.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe0O-EYtlXiwXnv72I4JAjwmloH0khkUTCh8bR6dicJnBZkedH8Twc7iJdjDcH62v71UUA_aulzsluW5Mt-WyEJJLn5RGqauoBjZ9iuaH4x4z15Vra2QWSM_KpetHjlVJaMDlEeXQ35a0C/s320/DSC03512.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585063818264222130" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Overall, it was very fun. I loved how the ice cream parlor turned out and I saved all my signs and everything, so I hope I get a chance to use it again! And I hope Sarah had fun! She got a lot of homemade gifts that were super cute. Hopefully she's a little better equipped to bring home those babies!</div></div>The Jubbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10651164001683916763noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767960167663201666.post-68940025345018001192011-02-04T11:49:00.004-07:002011-02-04T11:53:48.499-07:00Don't let the door hit you on the way out...Goodbye UPS!! Today is Ryan's last day, and I'm pretty sure that neither of us are sad... at all! I'm so excited to have my husband at night. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569909258195109538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5MZ3818TKcARHJ06NWNyXz0TG1ilwNM5aTLQHIRCig7qLczvCgHdWy9GpcFXXmzraHpXHIEaImPSJg-7E6Fit5QkBpH2ObdKJkjMPU8L5OdW_9IwCObm0MHIBgQRxgtoVnN-39VpqEBl5/s320/UPS.jpg" />I should put in a little note saying that UPS has been very good to us. For part time work, Ryan's pay has been pretty good. And amazing benefits. My only regret is not having taken advantage and having more $50 babies. So, with the departure of UPS from our lives also goes the departure of not paying for ANYTHING when it comes to health insurance, but I'll take it!<br /><div></div><br /><div>Yay for Ryan moving on!</div>The Jubbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10651164001683916763noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767960167663201666.post-27761095097181746752011-01-29T16:41:00.003-07:002011-01-29T17:05:34.763-07:00Finally...This is probably the happiest post that I have made for a long time :) <----- See, happy! So, for those of you who don't know, Ryan finally got a job. It has been a VERY long road, but we are excited for a new little part of our lives. <div><br /></div><div>About a year ago, I ran over to my parent's house one Sunday afternoon for something. Their home teachers were there, and somehow the subject of Ryan's employment came up. One of their home teachers is the director of PEHP, public employees health plan, for the State of Utah. He mentioned that they might have something coming up and he'd keep us posted. Well, who knows what has gone on there for the last year, but finally, just before Christmas, he sent Ryan an email saying that a position for an actuarial analyst had been posted. They only left it up for about 3 days, and it was right before Christmas, so we were hoping that they didn't get too much interest for it. Just after the new year, they called and schedule an interview with Ryan for January 12th. We prepared like crazy!! We did mock interview together with like every spare moment we had. On January 24th (about the time we were starting to lose hope!) they finally called and offered him a position. It was a good day! </div><div><br /></div><div>It has been a very long road. It was 21 months, to the day, since Ryan graduated from BYU. We had such high hopes when he graduated, but I guess the Lord had some refining to do on us! I hope it worked... at least a little bit. I do have to say that we have learned a lot. Both of temporal and spiritual things. Ryan spent a lot of time with the LDS employment center in those 21 months. Their "motto" I guess you could call it - the thing they put all over their literature - is "if you are prepared, ye shall not fear". That became our own family motto. We worked hard, prepared as much as we could, and tried to stay as faithful as possible. Obviously, I would never wish for that to happen to anyone, especially not myself, but as with all trials, I'm very grateful for the things that we learned. My prayers now are that we will remember them, and remember these times when we were forced into humility! </div><div><br /></div><div>We still have a long road ahead. The pay is well below the average for an entry-level actuary, and because of the little hole that we've dug being poor over the last 6 1/2 years, we have some catching up to do. So we're probably not going anywhere for a while. Oh, and first item on the list is a new car so we can have more babies!! :) We're very squished in our car already, and we just can't go on much longer. It doesn't help that we're all like a mile long, so our legs don't fit in anywhere! But some people are happy we're staying. My brother wouldn't even congratulate Ryan until he made sure that the job was in state and we would still be close. Which is a little selfish because he's going to be leaving us soon, but oh well :) </div><div><br /></div><div>Although a lot of the people that I am most grateful for probably don't even read this, I'm going to say it anyway. I'm grateful for our ward who reached out so much to help us. I guess really he wouldn't even have this job if we didn't go to church because he never would have gotten that connection. There were also several others who gave us names and phone numbers of people who may be able to help. Everyone in our ward was so supportive. I'm grateful for my awesome friends who listened to me complain about dumb little things all the time. Thank you for letting me vent! I'm grateful that my marriage survived, and quite well actually! Not that it was ever in any danger, but I know things like this are tough on a marriage. I'm so grateful that both Ryan and I always managed to turn to each other, rather than pushing each other away in all the stress and frustration. I'm grateful for my babies, who made life so bearable. Ryan and I often wondered whether having Bella, and then Evan, was the wise thing to do in our situation. After having them for a while, we realized that they were the only sanity and comedic relief we had! I'm grateful for their awesome little personalities that make us laugh every day. And last but not least, I'm so grateful to both of our families. I know that a million prayers were said for us by those closest to us over the last couple of years. Our families have been so supportive, both emotionally and financially. Thank you Andy and Sarah for all the clothes you've given us. I know we avoided probably thousands of dollars in clothes for our kids over the years. I don't think our budget would've worked without them! And a special thanks to both of our parents. They've put up with a lot having us so close ALL the time!! And the support financially has been so helpful. Obviously Ryan's parents have allowed us to live in their home for a long time. That has been incredibly helpful! </div><div><br /></div><div>We are just grateful for everyone who has helped and grateful for this new opportunity for Ryan. And, best of all, we're sooooooooo excited that he got to quit UPS. Next week is his last and it feels surreal. Ryan started that job before we even got married. The real test of our marriage is to see if I can adjust my evening schedule to have Ryan in it! I've gotten very used to my quiet evenings and having those hours while he's at work being the most productive of my day. It's going to be so weird to have him home at night, but I'm so excited! I will no longer be the only sister in the ward that needs the R.S. to provide babysitting for the night Relief Society meeting!! And now we can go to the ward Christmas party together! I know, they seem stupid, but I really have missed him at night. So, the job that was supposed to be temporary, for a year max, we will say goodbye to after 6 1/2 years. And I don't think we'll miss it! </div><div><br /></div><div>Sorry this got so long. If any of you made it through this, congrats ;) I just feel like I have to say thank you to some people that have helped make this a rewarding and educational experience for us! Maybe my next post will have pictures...</div>The Jubbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10651164001683916763noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767960167663201666.post-77092270185247816082011-01-11T18:13:00.003-07:002011-01-11T21:10:53.886-07:00Merry Christmas & Happy New Year<div style="text-align: center;">Before I get into Christmas, I thought I'd update those who haven't seen Bella for a while. Her hair was getting really long, and I was getting really sick of it! Because of all the curls, it would get so badly tangled. Even with conditioner, it was taking me about 10 minutes each day to brush it out. Because I'm always late, this didn't go over well for me and my time schedule! So I decided to cut it off. I was really sad, and shed a couple small tears while I did it, at having her curls gone, but I'm in love with the new hairdo! We went from this...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5bM9VfPqCzwFnZ_BG1z2Qk7B8MQdwk0U2GakBsLFxvl8guBKJ97fBeIwq550Ft7uQB-VmiDXgp-4OKle_LT6fe4yDWB1PUsDXqOYy7htOIhPw1pb-gbFtUU8luITQDMmrhiDT1VbQH9vI/s1600/IMG_3700.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5bM9VfPqCzwFnZ_BG1z2Qk7B8MQdwk0U2GakBsLFxvl8guBKJ97fBeIwq550Ft7uQB-VmiDXgp-4OKle_LT6fe4yDWB1PUsDXqOYy7htOIhPw1pb-gbFtUU8luITQDMmrhiDT1VbQH9vI/s320/IMG_3700.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561120733767791266" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">To this...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI_y_brozRI0rJBKd2EjeToM17Z4td2UGC3sxCXNJZvc5KogKmGGtbU7JBpKPgpSsFAd9EsFo7sGitXFmNrsEb2ZS_P6wa94qpXnagI8OWnNApkePaEKgKZ0YmntnoCcr56GTXns0_nQxf/s1600/DSC03053.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI_y_brozRI0rJBKd2EjeToM17Z4td2UGC3sxCXNJZvc5KogKmGGtbU7JBpKPgpSsFAd9EsFo7sGitXFmNrsEb2ZS_P6wa94qpXnagI8OWnNApkePaEKgKZ0YmntnoCcr56GTXns0_nQxf/s320/DSC03053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561120724198942210" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYpNQL3MeW22_HtpYIDfkQJByQji6Vpj8KueaIiq9YmRjB_RYlS7gxxocZidq6Po3EIe0eg274QLK360G7K7azD3HdA1-b_EZ0YQfdZN_af67-FyB_vHgyBdullNnYYFMO7nipviUKNtzs/s1600/DSC03057.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYpNQL3MeW22_HtpYIDfkQJByQji6Vpj8KueaIiq9YmRjB_RYlS7gxxocZidq6Po3EIe0eg274QLK360G7K7azD3HdA1-b_EZ0YQfdZN_af67-FyB_vHgyBdullNnYYFMO7nipviUKNtzs/s320/DSC03057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561120717575888898" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Now I just brush it out and throw in a headband, and we're good to go. We will miss Bella's curls, but this is definitely a better deal for both of us.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">We started the holiday season out with some good fun in the snow. This was the first year we got Bella all bundled up and actually played in the snow. Ryan also took her sledding that day and said she loved it. I stayed home with Evan because we didn't have any snow clothes for him. He wasn't very happy about being left behind.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnphgNBRiGVxSm6BpAX_uKJ2T5XCWzsHO_Y3u8ut0lmd-4ZCyC2964qPk5n7hVXmb9u4bHeVBmDSWncqxlgqAfdyof8sB0vjM2jk76hxIU33JpEUIPON7CVKrsq6byJAoDOLukd-pAm9Rb/s1600/DSC03044.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnphgNBRiGVxSm6BpAX_uKJ2T5XCWzsHO_Y3u8ut0lmd-4ZCyC2964qPk5n7hVXmb9u4bHeVBmDSWncqxlgqAfdyof8sB0vjM2jk76hxIU33JpEUIPON7CVKrsq6byJAoDOLukd-pAm9Rb/s320/DSC03044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561120310603322226" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxS-u1sM2QkRfkdhIGSNGiY42j8E7dyCNH1bSXVIOCYy18MVHWXHOqCPFySD28tyUoVVdUXnRDYVpNzmtMGSklzxeuf3Z1ynE8rVAuPRxpUVBHkktFm2y5FvFGbXnz5MorTSTBqwOG0wnT/s1600/DSC03042.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxS-u1sM2QkRfkdhIGSNGiY42j8E7dyCNH1bSXVIOCYy18MVHWXHOqCPFySD28tyUoVVdUXnRDYVpNzmtMGSklzxeuf3Z1ynE8rVAuPRxpUVBHkktFm2y5FvFGbXnz5MorTSTBqwOG0wnT/s320/DSC03042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561120307343644642" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoQFn-DWny2iNi1aZQJV5UZVoHdc4qWkvGTpjgKS04eiUv0bJNM5avY4hSPNd_uS96XYVkFl4UPHJo7Fymsw1aroy7gZ6vOD-dmaRFZKD0d1qkl6veTF_XLVDqn6ifg7NzdPjs57UmNtar/s1600/DSC03039.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoQFn-DWny2iNi1aZQJV5UZVoHdc4qWkvGTpjgKS04eiUv0bJNM5avY4hSPNd_uS96XYVkFl4UPHJo7Fymsw1aroy7gZ6vOD-dmaRFZKD0d1qkl6veTF_XLVDqn6ifg7NzdPjs57UmNtar/s320/DSC03039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561120299249947970" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm8lCPAtHkHl9gKeNa6tD5viiri4CK0orSABSoDaT60os4_VnL9Ai3Be38auputc5b6W_kvH4J9TMl_bSFcd4UePQIPnMXNHHJf_2ND52SX45UcEjQCqv4EXVL1jNb0sXyI82qh4CdNF5z/s1600/DSC03040.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm8lCPAtHkHl9gKeNa6tD5viiri4CK0orSABSoDaT60os4_VnL9Ai3Be38auputc5b6W_kvH4J9TMl_bSFcd4UePQIPnMXNHHJf_2ND52SX45UcEjQCqv4EXVL1jNb0sXyI82qh4CdNF5z/s320/DSC03040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561120294628013506" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We also decided to do a gingerbread house this year. I thought it would be fun with Bella. She's finally getting old enough to do some of this fun stuff. Turns out all she really wanted to do was eat the frosting!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggIzUdWwcQ65_yV3kJG2hKomYzpcJPNoNvMJzFRZM7dnIxe3Ryli_RpJcX97QCp3uik3OM9S-Nk9bgpfzCb1eoVjMWfBVlL_Ar36FvL8wq0KlLR0uphr7-5cgxsIneas6XCxESUsUutC4D/s1600/DSC03066.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggIzUdWwcQ65_yV3kJG2hKomYzpcJPNoNvMJzFRZM7dnIxe3Ryli_RpJcX97QCp3uik3OM9S-Nk9bgpfzCb1eoVjMWfBVlL_Ar36FvL8wq0KlLR0uphr7-5cgxsIneas6XCxESUsUutC4D/s320/DSC03066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561120285364294930" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAV6UpZZn5rG58UGtQyxDH0_lEWJyRZlJvPu3bjAyY9vhyphenhyphenTZodj6M5SEPRWhYr8vc4aZtkVEYEEx5Wf7b9QTnTxvNjHYO2d0mcyExwwvbEfhrtbqzPN0qJkDrPIzrXxiQB39eZI-ciBofS/s1600/DSC03071.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAV6UpZZn5rG58UGtQyxDH0_lEWJyRZlJvPu3bjAyY9vhyphenhyphenTZodj6M5SEPRWhYr8vc4aZtkVEYEEx5Wf7b9QTnTxvNjHYO2d0mcyExwwvbEfhrtbqzPN0qJkDrPIzrXxiQB39eZI-ciBofS/s320/DSC03071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561119461337171570" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This is the side of the roof that Bella did...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6lqT0T-YIuGIhwh3vQ_S2-8WehouRo4NlW2rq3-ck3brt69al1wQJVeBNKZI7N7KveOeSF-2YNX8IisEkzdA_XlYLEYbBVtK6z6JkphJUDzD6eYUATLXH1i3UBDxEuazCpo1TbzRNZypX/s1600/DSC03073.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6lqT0T-YIuGIhwh3vQ_S2-8WehouRo4NlW2rq3-ck3brt69al1wQJVeBNKZI7N7KveOeSF-2YNX8IisEkzdA_XlYLEYbBVtK6z6JkphJUDzD6eYUATLXH1i3UBDxEuazCpo1TbzRNZypX/s320/DSC03073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561119452424085506" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And this is Ryan's side...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpYiviBaD59_LFFDv5WAzmoen5hIr_gLDYAnX6QzzYPCyewACbIP7D9fKIZCeTUtacGB43WSvJk-DImucOVsSKwDLDquFqEK4ORP04cwOfc-p99vORcINSxSMFV6FLRctarcQRIOZsWTVu/s1600/DSC03074.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpYiviBaD59_LFFDv5WAzmoen5hIr_gLDYAnX6QzzYPCyewACbIP7D9fKIZCeTUtacGB43WSvJk-DImucOVsSKwDLDquFqEK4ORP04cwOfc-p99vORcINSxSMFV6FLRctarcQRIOZsWTVu/s320/DSC03074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561119446688255538" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">It was kind of hard for me to not be a perfectionist about it, but I withheld and let Bella just throw frosting and candy all over it and she loved it. She had fun eating all the candy off of it over the next few weeks.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We also decided to take the kids down to temple square to see the lights. Bella thought it was totally cool.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirXlJad6Lp1kVzyiW5uOZGM1Ef3jJst1lLlAJg7cGMeLq77o9THQVub2_GIKTQn3NCn5jlcBPWVyDzCDutJksMsZQisVXhes5TtV4pzfeEzk-2VDRqdNxSR3QPdlO8U61Of8XQRbXkVsbc/s1600/DSC03148.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirXlJad6Lp1kVzyiW5uOZGM1Ef3jJst1lLlAJg7cGMeLq77o9THQVub2_GIKTQn3NCn5jlcBPWVyDzCDutJksMsZQisVXhes5TtV4pzfeEzk-2VDRqdNxSR3QPdlO8U61Of8XQRbXkVsbc/s320/DSC03148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561119445088626338" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And, true to Bella's form, her favorite thing was the sheep! She's always so interested in the most random parts of things! But we stood here and looked at the sheep for like 20 minutes. Whatever makes her happy!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigo_XgrRnJJVS1HdvtUAxMrWoTLl0-KrVkfi77tBjc2CnluoSdsMHx9Bt8UNApdQkMVfUSFeJkSYK1LYFDUehVwDmmG68afwVyTphWaBSGqUD3rXHNpkjXLQn2DqixflYWjbNxBbv17LBk/s1600/DSC03151.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigo_XgrRnJJVS1HdvtUAxMrWoTLl0-KrVkfi77tBjc2CnluoSdsMHx9Bt8UNApdQkMVfUSFeJkSYK1LYFDUehVwDmmG68afwVyTphWaBSGqUD3rXHNpkjXLQn2DqixflYWjbNxBbv17LBk/s320/DSC03151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561119427211010674" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcmVZ6cgjlRLxKS1ankWC2L-64t07cVtqvZiqsQiTNHAygrBlbbdFS6_lNIS0xuwQxjEhugyXvIkGfHr9b1dMvPBPnsid3NRs187_vwwLzmqGp9wYLzNfYoHrgqH-2qAVon0S5am4rO9XP/s1600/DSC03175.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcmVZ6cgjlRLxKS1ankWC2L-64t07cVtqvZiqsQiTNHAygrBlbbdFS6_lNIS0xuwQxjEhugyXvIkGfHr9b1dMvPBPnsid3NRs187_vwwLzmqGp9wYLzNfYoHrgqH-2qAVon0S5am4rO9XP/s320/DSC03175.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561118867164623330" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We got a little tree this year, to fit in our little space! We put it up on the pool table so the kids couldn't get to it. The whole time, Bella called it HER tree. That's the way of most things around here - everything belongs to Bella! We let her have this one!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOXunswwA-fG3XX_VOdAwnHP8F_NFk-46e2r1Fi1nYXzNygFBir_WbsdgXuHctcksJMVg6KPoEUUPwrSTMV69DlSI9t1Y8kOya34cVY9p8cc2yF2Zti9bbUBp3nXQKYyiAz7iTsTKNEdah/s1600/DSC03228.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOXunswwA-fG3XX_VOdAwnHP8F_NFk-46e2r1Fi1nYXzNygFBir_WbsdgXuHctcksJMVg6KPoEUUPwrSTMV69DlSI9t1Y8kOya34cVY9p8cc2yF2Zti9bbUBp3nXQKYyiAz7iTsTKNEdah/s320/DSC03228.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561118860736229090" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Christmas finally came!! That last week was crazy busy and I felt like I was never going to get everything done. I ended up not finishing Evan's stocking, but he didn't notice so it was a good thing to drop off the list. We spent most of the evening with Ryan's family, and made a small appearance at my house later on that night. I made the kids pajamas for Christmas and we let them open them on Christmas Eve.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4rexcFe-mABzVBzssCvNWlwV81lxqDtuLhL0hdMjIwWEmMhHJLrBg_qFB3KM0MjKZYq0VtpAWOECyHN8_CGknlXhQnoKI-6l4zDu0gu4T7TamyfVBCMgSOS4Fh2KIZNMBIPx-NV9JqvgC/s1600/DSC03235.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4rexcFe-mABzVBzssCvNWlwV81lxqDtuLhL0hdMjIwWEmMhHJLrBg_qFB3KM0MjKZYq0VtpAWOECyHN8_CGknlXhQnoKI-6l4zDu0gu4T7TamyfVBCMgSOS4Fh2KIZNMBIPx-NV9JqvgC/s320/DSC03235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561118848833255378" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">They were so stinking cute, and Bella loved her princesses! </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWUtOw-VbFivYwqPdYKpc2xvtmQ7C1uHV36UM4p6Unml3m5MjS2pf6SM400smrrQYvPa6lPpmeB4RnSFKqSzL_EmMQDAqUMXB465w2hDhYGNKB8SDBxERZcmdcgT61uz74kqQuTdl77zCH/s1600/DSC03239.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWUtOw-VbFivYwqPdYKpc2xvtmQ7C1uHV36UM4p6Unml3m5MjS2pf6SM400smrrQYvPa6lPpmeB4RnSFKqSzL_EmMQDAqUMXB465w2hDhYGNKB8SDBxERZcmdcgT61uz74kqQuTdl77zCH/s320/DSC03239.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561118844042280946" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">They actually look happy here, but Evan is very unhappy! Bella was tackling him and trying to have a special moment, but Evan wasn't down with that!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj11PKdrkVLnhRb99mcqtMWu-fvMLn4u3tI8md-2rpAjOlcMbU-EOIW9LOxngGyct4iq4k2T29TBcg6hirCq8btuNvcv2OL9MM44LjofBK_r2mTcCDGpD-aSYEEmRVak7VdIMysTZ94PNQ2/s1600/DSC03240.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj11PKdrkVLnhRb99mcqtMWu-fvMLn4u3tI8md-2rpAjOlcMbU-EOIW9LOxngGyct4iq4k2T29TBcg6hirCq8btuNvcv2OL9MM44LjofBK_r2mTcCDGpD-aSYEEmRVak7VdIMysTZ94PNQ2/s320/DSC03240.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561118839229053570" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Christmas morning!! So, Bella hasn't really figured Christmas out completely. Ryan woke up at about 9:00 and Bella and Evan were still sleeping, which is kind of unusual. Ryan LOVES Christmas, so not having his children wake up excited for it was really hard for him! I just enjoyed the sleep! He finally went in at 10 to wake them up. And then they were excited! Santa brought a lot of new toys that they really enjoyed. Like this new teepee. Santa spent A LOT of time on this teepee on Christmas Eve to get it finished for Bella! When she saw it, she gasped and put her hands up to her mouth. She stared at it for a minute, then said "can I get in it?" She and Evan have loved it since and it made all of Santa's hard work well worth it.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFf958dAljMA2ljMIpHorMO5fJ9EbdF-RBW2_6fDbPx8bH6QtKsQti-T26My4Y_Trbky9sWSV_69rNlX3UxLstfN6_AL-FvH47aQ_zOGW7ThNwBmso595BTd86IUDLxAMCbGDjFqY8BH1f/s1600/DSC03243.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFf958dAljMA2ljMIpHorMO5fJ9EbdF-RBW2_6fDbPx8bH6QtKsQti-T26My4Y_Trbky9sWSV_69rNlX3UxLstfN6_AL-FvH47aQ_zOGW7ThNwBmso595BTd86IUDLxAMCbGDjFqY8BH1f/s320/DSC03243.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561118268104575010" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">They also got a new car set, Evan got a basketball hoop, and a little Toy Story table with 2 chairs for them. Their stockings were filled with all kinds of fun toys. Santa also brought Toy Story 3, which has been a huge hit since.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">After spending some time with Ryan's family on Christmas morning, we headed over to my parents for dinner and more presents. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDT-8WfmaxRw32GEmcMwxfKiv4LNEEJCd_44VrH5nFPaCj20nEew5PWy1-UuMR1-uju6BEX_TcLwNZp96cIkCvhUnpdXW6WeLOu23yglYJAdnsv1slPBTifHgYGiVbS72hikj5JG1LV5iu/s1600/DSC03245.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDT-8WfmaxRw32GEmcMwxfKiv4LNEEJCd_44VrH5nFPaCj20nEew5PWy1-UuMR1-uju6BEX_TcLwNZp96cIkCvhUnpdXW6WeLOu23yglYJAdnsv1slPBTifHgYGiVbS72hikj5JG1LV5iu/s320/DSC03245.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561118260602595266" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Christmas joy...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyh9sU_Rwy2UfUNLsFprDpttE_nnHyGK9bJX8ciwG-BRszB21_pxV9OMDFqjfcmx9I0GgvJzMOLAjpIsCyLNLXHhbinhMSziNAd6otEkfDbqqiPyD5-WmWyiIAci-Q6a7cXg6jmc6_FJAL/s1600/DSC03246.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyh9sU_Rwy2UfUNLsFprDpttE_nnHyGK9bJX8ciwG-BRszB21_pxV9OMDFqjfcmx9I0GgvJzMOLAjpIsCyLNLXHhbinhMSziNAd6otEkfDbqqiPyD5-WmWyiIAci-Q6a7cXg6jmc6_FJAL/s320/DSC03246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561118255891832786" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfM6MKR8Efl-lJzXaVH8Jw92c9ieNZGi_FMbMZvUjQUR1aqahszi2bAHJzAOAFyKGLrvXY7EEjDK4OiAXHCYCwEesVorqV1A74JFfO1xX1aws-g_u-uoWTw_HGpZt94h_uAVoVHrG5XVu9/s1600/DSC03247.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfM6MKR8Efl-lJzXaVH8Jw92c9ieNZGi_FMbMZvUjQUR1aqahszi2bAHJzAOAFyKGLrvXY7EEjDK4OiAXHCYCwEesVorqV1A74JFfO1xX1aws-g_u-uoWTw_HGpZt94h_uAVoVHrG5XVu9/s320/DSC03247.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561118251547873522" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ZA0Fm7BLI8gFXJxG34OaJBuTdZBBg-gYylruOcFmFlxxpAH9W8Rt-ev_mTn4_we30ZnoDEdwd7CPUEeY20_jf4m4HnvhvAHbFHfmr95Y0KT9acC93YqIdnVgNI7iBe_5sCs0ZDITxnX7/s1600/DSC03249.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ZA0Fm7BLI8gFXJxG34OaJBuTdZBBg-gYylruOcFmFlxxpAH9W8Rt-ev_mTn4_we30ZnoDEdwd7CPUEeY20_jf4m4HnvhvAHbFHfmr95Y0KT9acC93YqIdnVgNI7iBe_5sCs0ZDITxnX7/s320/DSC03249.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561118245612082546" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My mom made the pajama pants for all the kids again. That's 14 - yes, count 'em - 14 pairs of pants. Next year it'll be 16, or more if anyone else decides to get pregnant in the next couple of months. I'm not sure how long she'll be able to keep it up at the rate we're all going, but they're cute while it lasts! This is everyone but my brother's kids, who weren't in town for Christmas. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglbha75exId_2mFl-G-vAFjK7ogm7xfv6bEL7BsjZHrJ9c-usPQ5_8stsWNS1KVbIXtfDt_md1ENu-aNVJh1gFyRzPqHmZvDBeiWTSkMolYRBy1qCqFrjpDmWNyaIoAHoloYn_yo6CLlEi/s1600/DSC03255.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglbha75exId_2mFl-G-vAFjK7ogm7xfv6bEL7BsjZHrJ9c-usPQ5_8stsWNS1KVbIXtfDt_md1ENu-aNVJh1gFyRzPqHmZvDBeiWTSkMolYRBy1qCqFrjpDmWNyaIoAHoloYn_yo6CLlEi/s320/DSC03255.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561116028803672770" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">All the girls...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX9ig7HETXl3gCjqShINJf350ZdWy6ZBcxKxBzCg_ie5zYzCoLuoD8sPGQxqdtdbb2AFXsGp62R4B3G3uwfQ5cN8KmxRDOZDRiVtk_uH1CHXsq41LTvPa9tCAXDDgzb0bg4bAn9OxdsdaY/s1600/DSC03258.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX9ig7HETXl3gCjqShINJf350ZdWy6ZBcxKxBzCg_ie5zYzCoLuoD8sPGQxqdtdbb2AFXsGp62R4B3G3uwfQ5cN8KmxRDOZDRiVtk_uH1CHXsq41LTvPa9tCAXDDgzb0bg4bAn9OxdsdaY/s320/DSC03258.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561116025225108002" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And the boys... (we're a little lopsided!)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifxhoEyxfTOaIHoXWEJvrsBWNnbGJVrpB_C8ccTW07bMrcoY0y07tQJpPLEclECTiXfUGKXd2td1v-LhInFXdxU-Sp_C6umGtSgFV2lwGYQ11JcYQCxtjRnVo7bQhda99EpXkTRhsqce2t/s1600/DSC03270.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifxhoEyxfTOaIHoXWEJvrsBWNnbGJVrpB_C8ccTW07bMrcoY0y07tQJpPLEclECTiXfUGKXd2td1v-LhInFXdxU-Sp_C6umGtSgFV2lwGYQ11JcYQCxtjRnVo7bQhda99EpXkTRhsqce2t/s320/DSC03270.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561116015100918834" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The Monday after Christmas, my mom, sisters and I got together for our annual shopping trip. It was a "true" sisters shopping trip this year. Neither of my sisters-in-law could make it this year, which was a bummer. But we had a blast. I took my camera to take pictures of the fun, and ended up with two pictures of Terra! She took one picture of me, but I haven't gotten it from her yet. So much for recording the memories! But this shirt was hilarious. It says "I'm not short, I'm fun size!", which we thought was pretty funny for Terra to put on.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnNHiBb00tYyE4ULRM_0j6dtn15qN3hReWVP8gqRZjDPkEi5NFEgntaRwDCgv81AXxf2apFXGEutlnSOfnhA_vCISQCFJzCSL7W-Qaw9i1yasJpQyzU1dPsMc4mP_8bZTSGVu1ksJVncXV/s1600/DSC03281.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnNHiBb00tYyE4ULRM_0j6dtn15qN3hReWVP8gqRZjDPkEi5NFEgntaRwDCgv81AXxf2apFXGEutlnSOfnhA_vCISQCFJzCSL7W-Qaw9i1yasJpQyzU1dPsMc4mP_8bZTSGVu1ksJVncXV/s320/DSC03281.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561116005730974082" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Terra in her awesome heels... These made her about 6'7", 6'8".</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk-49RDmchpPnhpvk71Xh1C5FB4S9x0_ThsfunLI7KueBEQQFgtNfNMP7dj3Ri_tcyYmw9uLsn92tKhhR1ES93fT0RLAdWEp_f2-XnXYGrrTDy5lYXpWlvd9lJ3sCpzCTBea9koaXB06fX/s1600/DSC03280.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk-49RDmchpPnhpvk71Xh1C5FB4S9x0_ThsfunLI7KueBEQQFgtNfNMP7dj3Ri_tcyYmw9uLsn92tKhhR1ES93fT0RLAdWEp_f2-XnXYGrrTDy5lYXpWlvd9lJ3sCpzCTBea9koaXB06fX/s320/DSC03280.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561115999277337874" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Our 6th anniversary was on the 28th. Ryan had a friend get married on the 29th, so we made those festivities part of our celebrating. It was kind of fun to go watch a wedding for our anniversary. After the wedding, we went down to the Gateway and saw a movie and had dinner. My bestest friend (You rock, Katie!) got us a room at her hotel down at the Gateway and we enjoyed a nice night there. It was sooooooo beautiful to wake up to silence! I love my kids dearly, but man they are a rude awakening sometimes! My mom and sister were awesome and watched our kids for us the whole day and overnight. </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The next day we went to my sister-in-law's apartment to watch a movie and have lunch. Since she's been on bedrest with her pregnancy, she doesn't get to get out much, so we thought we'd go entertain her. We had a fun afternoon together. There's a picture of that, but I don't have it yet (hmmm, maybe I should've waited to do this until I had all the pictures :) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">New Year's was a blast too. My sister came with her kids, Terra was in town, and David invited a couple of friends over. My aunt and uncle, cousin, her husband and baby all came over to party with us. We had tons of good food as we rang in the new year. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">So, that was our holidays. ryan took the week between Christmas and New Year's off of work , so we had about a week and a half of no responsibility and no stress. It was wonderful! It was hard to get back into reality. So here we are with a new year. We're praying that this year bring more success and happiness than last year did! We're hoping that this is our year! I hope everyone's holidays were wonderful and full of love and happiness. And I hope everyone has a fantastic year this year!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>The Jubbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10651164001683916763noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767960167663201666.post-511191224044939662010-12-10T14:47:00.006-07:002010-12-10T15:27:29.309-07:00And all that Jazz...<div>Okay, so it's been a while again. I'm pretty sure there are like 3 people that actually read this blog, but those 3 people seem to really care that I'm never on top of my blogging. So to my faithful trio of readers, here you go...</div><div><br /></div><div>This is a large smattering of random events that have gone on. I'll be brief!! But everything's out of order because I'm too lazy to change the pictures around and this is the order I uploaded them in. </div><div><br /></div><div>Evan turned 1 on November 1st. We didn't make a huge deal out of it because hey, he's 1! One day he'll look back at the 4 pictures that I took of his "birthday party" and hate me! </div><div><br /></div><div>This was Evan with his special little cake I made, just for him.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPaEXODvzoLco__NW9rW0UNUlglDwzKvTDjVuZJAnXEolZYPngD5YkE4HErtbDJi4q2ss9049Tx5B00OrodZKMT5vDCVHgNP6EDMML-C4ySerHFVdYTTRUBJOowEaP4cPGh-ZFE8z8xvdb/s1600/DSC02931.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPaEXODvzoLco__NW9rW0UNUlglDwzKvTDjVuZJAnXEolZYPngD5YkE4HErtbDJi4q2ss9049Tx5B00OrodZKMT5vDCVHgNP6EDMML-C4ySerHFVdYTTRUBJOowEaP4cPGh-ZFE8z8xvdb/s320/DSC02931.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549177709300811650" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx1aTWt1Pbuy8NYxhoJc44MZNcdQenHb7m_tNaV5thc-GrC8TvBsfkg0-3vQDqANLQ0X73lTVjzW-hpmVCYa5pwIhyphenhyphenLo7RtYoBGReg3qdzw8DK2-gnw-V8sdeoiH-fAsrE6Ov9E6NDOMsF/s1600/DSC02928.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx1aTWt1Pbuy8NYxhoJc44MZNcdQenHb7m_tNaV5thc-GrC8TvBsfkg0-3vQDqANLQ0X73lTVjzW-hpmVCYa5pwIhyphenhyphenLo7RtYoBGReg3qdzw8DK2-gnw-V8sdeoiH-fAsrE6Ov9E6NDOMsF/s320/DSC02928.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549177701210930466" /></a>These are Evan's cakes. I made a big one for everyone else and a small one for Evan. There's a big ugly star on the big one because it was Evan's star birthday. Poor guy won't even remember! The colors didn't turn out right and I tried this new frosting that didn't work well for decorating, so it's pretty much an ugly cake, but it tasted divine!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihyv5j52eej1neWnsc17kFzTzGsWTDAolbQdtt6cTPZ_Jg_XGnQqJcMi_N6j-ITfSiYztO7qC_C3uxZ3rDNXKrLBgs3PhUB6wb_M8uGza3aJaaY3zPiMBjnEfVHSXLAF8sH2gzG_MM_Uua/s1600/DSC02924.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihyv5j52eej1neWnsc17kFzTzGsWTDAolbQdtt6cTPZ_Jg_XGnQqJcMi_N6j-ITfSiYztO7qC_C3uxZ3rDNXKrLBgs3PhUB6wb_M8uGza3aJaaY3zPiMBjnEfVHSXLAF8sH2gzG_MM_Uua/s320/DSC02924.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549177360691551218" /></a>Then there was Halloween (the day before Evan's birthday!). Ryan dressed up as Mario last year, so we decided he would do that again and make it a family theme. Evan was Luigi. I could not find a green hat or a green shirt that would fit him, so his shirt is huge and he has a beanie Luigi hat. He's a gangsta Luigi! Oh well, he still got lots of candy...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6M7TXD9wV05TYKsdx3aF7qJzuqFEWcgeLYZETR7AJ9HfoyfMnwgDOZQ2n9cFQi7bj93s70c-AAD836E4nBnwyxcrKvK0llvSW_0YYwUaYp8Z44oc3-eIDuvSCE2r9lxfD-kXY9O2-A-nB/s1600/DSC02923.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6M7TXD9wV05TYKsdx3aF7qJzuqFEWcgeLYZETR7AJ9HfoyfMnwgDOZQ2n9cFQi7bj93s70c-AAD836E4nBnwyxcrKvK0llvSW_0YYwUaYp8Z44oc3-eIDuvSCE2r9lxfD-kXY9O2-A-nB/s320/DSC02923.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549177336875463266" /></a>Bella was Princess Peach. I decided a week before Halloween that I wanted to do this, so I went out and bought all the stuff and made her dress. I thought it turned out pretty well. It's a little big, so it'll be perfect for her to be next year too! I just hope we live in a different neighborhood by then.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwmKXplz9AQYpTUwVGeDjpZcBWoPCdueFB_lETEevGoTCO_GUeElRFqL70n268p_msisle6aKFD1l5h-DGz9iTu5wSwFi_Wrc1J7tv-27omvTwOReSoBWgo5XiiIoZ_7V6g7Ed14Wh8n4z/s1600/DSC02920.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwmKXplz9AQYpTUwVGeDjpZcBWoPCdueFB_lETEevGoTCO_GUeElRFqL70n268p_msisle6aKFD1l5h-DGz9iTu5wSwFi_Wrc1J7tv-27omvTwOReSoBWgo5XiiIoZ_7V6g7Ed14Wh8n4z/s320/DSC02920.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549177330335616946" /></a>The whole crew<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRWtfq2ZWsalMR__HUebVGWDqoZYRb0B9IxTj1snuFramvJPuQ1rRns0O_0MqC4bgG-OzETOKyzpG_SbyZOcKhAjNrXjAUBiEAA7vrL-ATFWUeCRlYB0nx5FDIR-PVcG_wl7GtZ8VBpj9G/s1600/DSC02917.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRWtfq2ZWsalMR__HUebVGWDqoZYRb0B9IxTj1snuFramvJPuQ1rRns0O_0MqC4bgG-OzETOKyzpG_SbyZOcKhAjNrXjAUBiEAA7vrL-ATFWUeCRlYB0nx5FDIR-PVcG_wl7GtZ8VBpj9G/s320/DSC02917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549177316389820402" /></a>If any of you are wondering where I am, I will just say, I don't do Halloween. Totally okay with making the kid's costumes and running all over high heaven to get everything we need, but I don't do it for myself! Besides, the only characters left were like Bowser and Toad, so....<div><br /></div><div>This is a few days before Halloween. I bought a blonde wig for Bella to be Princess Peach, but she refused to wear it. Evan wasn't too thrilled about it either! I'm such a mean mommy!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILDVNbURTquiUWOdDHNrr49Omkd0JMcz85PBJbhqxd_8wEwW-wPAyOUbh6f4CkVXAcbpi63G_AJvYD8oJIKdIfOETsc-l6cZkhdy84zUwctMpinQMOQ5CdwZHUZDXCORMsDaqu6fryM1l/s1600/DSC02912.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILDVNbURTquiUWOdDHNrr49Omkd0JMcz85PBJbhqxd_8wEwW-wPAyOUbh6f4CkVXAcbpi63G_AJvYD8oJIKdIfOETsc-l6cZkhdy84zUwctMpinQMOQ5CdwZHUZDXCORMsDaqu6fryM1l/s320/DSC02912.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549177309114160802" /></a>This is random, but I put it in here cause I think it's hilarious! I love these two kiddos. They seriously get me through every day! They're just so stinkin' funny!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkifrdsr6i1i5B7s6fQGg6MxAPNTgq7x3bfUalm_AubhyphenhyphentX_oAGrKzvnwoSdk6pIz9g87308twaNpFb7-EJASxFytM0U7vrRSntqjxQuVmOHukgwFOMw_J9_Z5OcLuGbflYR1B0plySQp_/s1600/DSC02908.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkifrdsr6i1i5B7s6fQGg6MxAPNTgq7x3bfUalm_AubhyphenhyphentX_oAGrKzvnwoSdk6pIz9g87308twaNpFb7-EJASxFytM0U7vrRSntqjxQuVmOHukgwFOMw_J9_Z5OcLuGbflYR1B0plySQp_/s320/DSC02908.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549176687830593730" /></a>Also a random picture, but it needed to be posted. Things like this need to be seen by the world! We went down to Hurricane like the first weekend of October for my niece's baptism. When we walked into our hotel room, this is what we found. It was A-W-E-S-O-M-E!! If you can't tell by the picture, it's huge! We ended up taking a family bath in our swimsuits and the kids loved it! Too bad it was a family vacation, instead of a just me & Ryan vacation!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhdzUhZRv9wC2_HEDPKgoD7czYArUnOhxx0sg51o9SXA1zSvkNuu1EbSUMdt0f3SOWAWTC4bHCVdYpn4DavwFtzUijlzK-_0CHfFEJi1OgRWPB08M2jcCUi2hLtaX1bvpYmpwGvin3PnR6/s1600/DSC02719.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhdzUhZRv9wC2_HEDPKgoD7czYArUnOhxx0sg51o9SXA1zSvkNuu1EbSUMdt0f3SOWAWTC4bHCVdYpn4DavwFtzUijlzK-_0CHfFEJi1OgRWPB08M2jcCUi2hLtaX1bvpYmpwGvin3PnR6/s320/DSC02719.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549176678263634530" /></a>So, I had a request to post these pictures. Back in September, Ryan's brother got married. They decided to do it in San Diego with just immediate family and a few close friends. We went down on Thursday, spent Friday at Disneyland, Saturday doing the wedding, and came home Sunday. It ended up being an awesome trip and we all had a really good time. The wedding was beautiful. I only wish we had left our kids at home so we could have enjoyed some of it more. They got married in the San Diego temple in the afternoon. That evening, we all got to go on a boat where with dinner and dancing. Since Kristina is the only member in her family, they did a whole ring ceremony on the deck of the boat before the little cruise started. It was all at sunset and it was really just perfect! This is from the ring ceremony...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR295uHGQOGpiyYdQ8F053oqnB8aVVkYK1IuCSnYKpq3ENuUD3wdG0XPYIZg6_lAcE70DDgXc4o281334i0VzRN8RtwO4sSYFVVnK6bYvILETGN6rFVaLwRk-2noQvb14Fax4gNmbdm1Hu/s1600/DSC02655.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR295uHGQOGpiyYdQ8F053oqnB8aVVkYK1IuCSnYKpq3ENuUD3wdG0XPYIZg6_lAcE70DDgXc4o281334i0VzRN8RtwO4sSYFVVnK6bYvILETGN6rFVaLwRk-2noQvb14Fax4gNmbdm1Hu/s320/DSC02655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549176661992504866" /></a>This is the boat we were on...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8fJK1ekJ4MmH1wSbl4vmYVT48hyoZAsT9G_2KS0bIrYIqgZigawp31qcnc0aS8bEY6wZCgt9bc1KeBQi1G62riVeFyab0Ty6eJiep1qgLv6u9-w3CFnlLLdZmHbLu1kq0kcRYBd3SWiYG/s1600/DSC02651.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8fJK1ekJ4MmH1wSbl4vmYVT48hyoZAsT9G_2KS0bIrYIqgZigawp31qcnc0aS8bEY6wZCgt9bc1KeBQi1G62riVeFyab0Ty6eJiep1qgLv6u9-w3CFnlLLdZmHbLu1kq0kcRYBd3SWiYG/s320/DSC02651.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549176647806245554" /></a>This is at the temple. Kaelee (Ryan's niece) and Bella just have a blast when they get together. They are so cute together and they look like they could be sisters. They were just so cute marching down the sidewalk holding hands...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqDGjczLrqdNksmN6Dk6QYoZojaR1Fi_SuZY0lMrQH9q1vnCxbUZQTNSxDqMkW2apiHL4ULfI-NC04n1Ple31h06frU05tCOCFHFeYHBaw4RgMwF18ZGJtMkNYPuUHG9d8nZbDNderEbvG/s1600/DSC02644.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqDGjczLrqdNksmN6Dk6QYoZojaR1Fi_SuZY0lMrQH9q1vnCxbUZQTNSxDqMkW2apiHL4ULfI-NC04n1Ple31h06frU05tCOCFHFeYHBaw4RgMwF18ZGJtMkNYPuUHG9d8nZbDNderEbvG/s320/DSC02644.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549176637105471858" /></a>Ryan was VERY happy to be there!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_RTeuwoXcDV0oO6pyt-_8VgCtC8JFp92y2ps6MEvcIrmsLgJH2ilvd8gcB4kSVCtCcyabOQqTDMY3JjlSjXKIEKmR302masgpqTtcxYhuJ_W-FkG3anlzdhSOSh4dd2Mt82kDmHgGgD10/s1600/DSC02638.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_RTeuwoXcDV0oO6pyt-_8VgCtC8JFp92y2ps6MEvcIrmsLgJH2ilvd8gcB4kSVCtCcyabOQqTDMY3JjlSjXKIEKmR302masgpqTtcxYhuJ_W-FkG3anlzdhSOSh4dd2Mt82kDmHgGgD10/s320/DSC02638.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549175592714412402" /></a>The happy little family!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiujbfa-XAaPvc3mQSvfgq91T0Fl1wqbwIQ8LltWrEp76SFehUmqb5VbZIAvRGFnjwRaNQu8C0cPA-ccTg_UZwLfXLrVrDgp-6sxtSrDBTh8vHNeS1z1QsQqo9jhjbYPnm7D3okaBw8MSKQ/s1600/DSC02627.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiujbfa-XAaPvc3mQSvfgq91T0Fl1wqbwIQ8LltWrEp76SFehUmqb5VbZIAvRGFnjwRaNQu8C0cPA-ccTg_UZwLfXLrVrDgp-6sxtSrDBTh8vHNeS1z1QsQqo9jhjbYPnm7D3okaBw8MSKQ/s320/DSC02627.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549175586000618690" /></a>This was from the day before at Disneyland. Lara went to buy them the Just Married Mickey ears, but they were all out of the groom ones, so Brad got a pirate hat instead! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC8JrQaf0dLFPyo8-JUqNZIU2HAhRqh5oWW6YK5f2sYLGLcUi5YrQ_xav81-GbAXpdN85BpIFxTUKX1VQYt0Z3pQIjvT8CKb5okKr03i_GvhFcH9UM0_AcliZ6y1eESeoHkHBGGtoGAX0i/s1600/DSC02622.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC8JrQaf0dLFPyo8-JUqNZIU2HAhRqh5oWW6YK5f2sYLGLcUi5YrQ_xav81-GbAXpdN85BpIFxTUKX1VQYt0Z3pQIjvT8CKb5okKr03i_GvhFcH9UM0_AcliZ6y1eESeoHkHBGGtoGAX0i/s320/DSC02622.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549175577404602994" /></a>While we were at Disneyland, we stood in line at that new thing to meet Tinker Bell. Bella was absolutely speechless! She just sat there for like 2 or 3 minutes stroking Tinker Bell's arm while Tinker Bell asked a bunch of unanswered questions! She still talks about when she got to meet Tinker Bell.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid5qdir2Eo6fUNlrSCw8twxKJR37Vkebe3pYFa6YN_GkA8P-m2mH6nves7EFQrrRfB571mMphlYNWHI1EFb_OUGaqcTJYBEEo4wdov-5eCQjvzWbvBB3MSSRrcNZ6dnEC9qOqT2mcsDutD/s1600/DSC02617.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid5qdir2Eo6fUNlrSCw8twxKJR37Vkebe3pYFa6YN_GkA8P-m2mH6nves7EFQrrRfB571mMphlYNWHI1EFb_OUGaqcTJYBEEo4wdov-5eCQjvzWbvBB3MSSRrcNZ6dnEC9qOqT2mcsDutD/s320/DSC02617.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549175569437196466" /></a>I love this look! "Mom, are you getting this? I'm actually talking to Tinker Bell!"<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGAO4e028NPJU5Hn1rInfVibMNAjIIVGAuqGqY3Leslf9SzrcEImnW5KagWYQGxV1L46wNCyYPE9jIEWoZ_Guphb1xJsZdljuF4LXxIWLEHOkyaOUNcMS6HzuqHWgjL9bBaLwyJMvoZJ7e/s1600/DSC02616.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGAO4e028NPJU5Hn1rInfVibMNAjIIVGAuqGqY3Leslf9SzrcEImnW5KagWYQGxV1L46wNCyYPE9jIEWoZ_Guphb1xJsZdljuF4LXxIWLEHOkyaOUNcMS6HzuqHWgjL9bBaLwyJMvoZJ7e/s320/DSC02616.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549175559401294866" /></a>So that's it. Hope it wasn't too long! <br /><br /><div><br /></div></div>The Jubbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10651164001683916763noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767960167663201666.post-37699738589268731932010-10-18T18:32:00.006-06:002010-10-18T19:40:29.084-06:00Happy Birthday Bella!<div style="text-align: center;">Happy Birthday to my most fabulous little Bella! For those of you who keep up on my kid's birthdays, (none of you :)) it is not actually Bella's birthday yet. But with Ryan working two jobs and only home on the weekends, we thought we'd pick one of the Saturdays around her birthday and tell her that was the day. It's not much of a fun birthday spending the day at home with mom as usual. So we did her little paper chain countdown up to Saturday and declared that the big day! She was sooooo excited for her birthday to come. We wanted to make it a really fun day for her, so we started out swimming, one of Bella's favorite things to do. My sister, Stefanie, her husband, Travis, and their kids came. My brother, David, came, along with Ryan's parents and his brother and sister, Paul and Lara. We had a blast swimming for a couple of hours.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRgJMt2JWLHpv_3G2gZ09uRzowkMZzmYYvOVdRjMie7iBr-ctoCvvKQMthJnT9-A4198SpyqAD9mF5Z4of_us-DN7BaHb3ou8Mp40eGbmr5Qc6hjb59Q_nzJLGEAjz8qrv1lwfdxbVK4Nb/s1600/DSC02732.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRgJMt2JWLHpv_3G2gZ09uRzowkMZzmYYvOVdRjMie7iBr-ctoCvvKQMthJnT9-A4198SpyqAD9mF5Z4of_us-DN7BaHb3ou8Mp40eGbmr5Qc6hjb59Q_nzJLGEAjz8qrv1lwfdxbVK4Nb/s320/DSC02732.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529553972347907602" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsccz4hkqp1sf4xKLg8XJ3L4MqhQcrosca1_o7-tShBbFXWr-So-Zzy5a_WgQczOjaIvAcOItn2VAZTalV3nk6STNfxT382TI3TQ1oSJEPsaum40XG6gEVLCdvxeCeopAzntT8jtYCc6zc/s1600/DSC02735.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsccz4hkqp1sf4xKLg8XJ3L4MqhQcrosca1_o7-tShBbFXWr-So-Zzy5a_WgQczOjaIvAcOItn2VAZTalV3nk6STNfxT382TI3TQ1oSJEPsaum40XG6gEVLCdvxeCeopAzntT8jtYCc6zc/s320/DSC02735.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529553963560708306" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBiUHMAPILEJ99DoGEf0dizYzd701I9a3P1z1pRtG1W-KC_pZtXnPpLDTEb18qM6f36BrXi3nhLjzo-DHVTq_vuTylndOpz67jeIX2c1LaybiG-k69j0ISa2eONsK_coOE5qiOBP1HpXqd/s1600/DSC02737.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBiUHMAPILEJ99DoGEf0dizYzd701I9a3P1z1pRtG1W-KC_pZtXnPpLDTEb18qM6f36BrXi3nhLjzo-DHVTq_vuTylndOpz67jeIX2c1LaybiG-k69j0ISa2eONsK_coOE5qiOBP1HpXqd/s320/DSC02737.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529553953529409458" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We put a life jacket on Evan and Ryan just laid him in the water and he floated around like this almost the entire time. It was pretty hilarious! He was so chill and we just pushed him around the pool. He barely even moved!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP_m5U3P2ZIoeTo7z2eKaCX3t3tC3LwWaw1u1jKUdaJPXSiAfDnMAaJFEd9Sxc7nM4x0DyVyBHfWVTNO4Y8d5EPYhn6OiegQOuGDfiprXxN480-v6IWrJRHu6DInwPFTx6mOzwXT7vjgc3/s1600/DSC02740.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP_m5U3P2ZIoeTo7z2eKaCX3t3tC3LwWaw1u1jKUdaJPXSiAfDnMAaJFEd9Sxc7nM4x0DyVyBHfWVTNO4Y8d5EPYhn6OiegQOuGDfiprXxN480-v6IWrJRHu6DInwPFTx6mOzwXT7vjgc3/s320/DSC02740.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529553949919122434" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This is Bella's cake. It's simple, because I haven't decorated a cake for quite a while! I did a small round with some cupcakes to go with it. I was trying to go for the TinkerBell theme, because most of the gifts that we got her were TinkerBell, but Bella pitched a fit in the store and wanted Ariel, and it was for her birthday, so.... I caved! Ariel it was!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc4RIkSGFxUXLJJvkr9KnzH_YAwsJFb_3RPO-6iGr0RsJcOSVhAK3B98zRgSMANqKWEwDXvQLPpRTsXHYpG462DKu2nx0gBVPuGeUurWA2sQ4bFZNfhp7j7YUisJ_yt3_wgyK_HWdNJ-BU/s1600/DSC02742.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc4RIkSGFxUXLJJvkr9KnzH_YAwsJFb_3RPO-6iGr0RsJcOSVhAK3B98zRgSMANqKWEwDXvQLPpRTsXHYpG462DKu2nx0gBVPuGeUurWA2sQ4bFZNfhp7j7YUisJ_yt3_wgyK_HWdNJ-BU/s320/DSC02742.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529553560160322706" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwt9Fy6YwAN7hs4enUCppEkgMpW3FVvX0PEI5vWZS4m8WpvN_ipy6xirpTcrbNC_aYU3o1ubFXkw0cvhZQGVKBaKPDboB2KyDFkPns2RTW8h9HN854l0ko0m8rFOjY4RH2NwcnjsYbfkTE/s1600/DSC02743.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwt9Fy6YwAN7hs4enUCppEkgMpW3FVvX0PEI5vWZS4m8WpvN_ipy6xirpTcrbNC_aYU3o1ubFXkw0cvhZQGVKBaKPDboB2KyDFkPns2RTW8h9HN854l0ko0m8rFOjY4RH2NwcnjsYbfkTE/s320/DSC02743.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529553553890443410" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">After swimming, we went back to my parent's house and had pizza and cake and ice cream. My brother, Ryan and his wife Sarah came over too. </div><div><div style="text-align: center;">All the cake for me!</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJzJDnDdz4MAMXX98n2GNLbN7l3EtFkfgZvlk2i2NP-Sh39__pRVTXRgiH5_DAN8gGJAUFupgiDTBPwTNVmP3TaQf34DasPgtsfZeh0qIbNKtcsXTEk6WWDOEVlfuL3ljGO3V3A2nybnUI/s1600/DSC02767.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJzJDnDdz4MAMXX98n2GNLbN7l3EtFkfgZvlk2i2NP-Sh39__pRVTXRgiH5_DAN8gGJAUFupgiDTBPwTNVmP3TaQf34DasPgtsfZeh0qIbNKtcsXTEk6WWDOEVlfuL3ljGO3V3A2nybnUI/s320/DSC02767.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529553548393045010" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOqVmeEzD7roQy_UZIfs94PYvtPX9dM5UU0Qg5WN1-kSaGwiRMaJST9ndYASgbbfGdlzFKoQ-LzCUMl5Roj678CZDBt2D2OrqZlrUBTrsLCbqiUSlrcgpmPDUC3bIsxt_b-OErTHBp0l8w/s1600/DSC02763.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOqVmeEzD7roQy_UZIfs94PYvtPX9dM5UU0Qg5WN1-kSaGwiRMaJST9ndYASgbbfGdlzFKoQ-LzCUMl5Roj678CZDBt2D2OrqZlrUBTrsLCbqiUSlrcgpmPDUC3bIsxt_b-OErTHBp0l8w/s320/DSC02763.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529553543872020354" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3EEQ1k8QpW4bPXyPTBNfTyr7A28JBtkCXUkNElXaku7oeZcjJYvmoRYccbVxCIsIkOYVyCqFhjnKEvvKeiS16DR_NqQczTjrHFomRHUZ94RL4kTQZK-EZgfEqsjCPjQT0ZN1gs7PSeogp/s1600/DSC02756.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3EEQ1k8QpW4bPXyPTBNfTyr7A28JBtkCXUkNElXaku7oeZcjJYvmoRYccbVxCIsIkOYVyCqFhjnKEvvKeiS16DR_NqQczTjrHFomRHUZ94RL4kTQZK-EZgfEqsjCPjQT0ZN1gs7PSeogp/s320/DSC02756.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529553532880553154" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgjIoCRn3sgdQ24NAN0_udu8EeCagQvVtCl_XyYMSDV8aHcRlL84_TyhrbHE9R7OvWKU_BdnzuDaG4dESzkeN066tSLckVHGJy-G0zDOkfezXZi_Unc4Hr-B7Rd6kCodXuAR_CJokhUzr-/s1600/DSC02758.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgjIoCRn3sgdQ24NAN0_udu8EeCagQvVtCl_XyYMSDV8aHcRlL84_TyhrbHE9R7OvWKU_BdnzuDaG4dESzkeN066tSLckVHGJy-G0zDOkfezXZi_Unc4Hr-B7Rd6kCodXuAR_CJokhUzr-/s320/DSC02758.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529553045363405170" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Bella blowing out her candles. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjj3kQ_CxhmZMm6urVeZYbh5Ona9fk9hy-Tec4zw1VoU29hZGgdWKG97tf-jAy6kLeKFH19RHIeffjx0m_SbvX4GT7oN-rPfafLmKqudRPLB1TMIP7LrKG2XNhUHg4QYYJRc31aGa70jds/s1600/DSC02748.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjj3kQ_CxhmZMm6urVeZYbh5Ona9fk9hy-Tec4zw1VoU29hZGgdWKG97tf-jAy6kLeKFH19RHIeffjx0m_SbvX4GT7oN-rPfafLmKqudRPLB1TMIP7LrKG2XNhUHg4QYYJRc31aGa70jds/s320/DSC02748.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529553037428383970" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixQ8BOBaC0dBtyh06fnYCqE6APMhcvqJ9xjc8h4kCfqe4ovp5fdOHJcbVnUi1pqeBHbG2sAlzZjNSXGyk66CTDcZvsMKjqv41Hhf5z8Z4psn9cHhHot5b8Ojhl12b1p8lmq0gRaBmQYcw8/s1600/DSC02784.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixQ8BOBaC0dBtyh06fnYCqE6APMhcvqJ9xjc8h4kCfqe4ovp5fdOHJcbVnUi1pqeBHbG2sAlzZjNSXGyk66CTDcZvsMKjqv41Hhf5z8Z4psn9cHhHot5b8Ojhl12b1p8lmq0gRaBmQYcw8/s320/DSC02784.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529553021190336946" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My mom got some fun stuff at the dollar store to entertain Bella with! She got some wings, a hat, and a little skirt. They had gone to have fun at the dollar store the night before with my sister. Her real gift was a princess game book with cool little princess magnets and stuff, which I neglected to take a picture of! But I think Bella may have liked the wings better than anything all day!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrvZYDcUGZdHtgI-RL5Sb9WDDOtMQ2XPHcbdwj3qwsp6ytGlptG2pozT2gGKCp8OJF-9FB6SPzCNY8Gb82S7aGTN9hKJTekLusOytjBpMEDDwmAgDdsI26yjCVDo_c86swpicY2H07ViAT/s1600/DSC02789.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrvZYDcUGZdHtgI-RL5Sb9WDDOtMQ2XPHcbdwj3qwsp6ytGlptG2pozT2gGKCp8OJF-9FB6SPzCNY8Gb82S7aGTN9hKJTekLusOytjBpMEDDwmAgDdsI26yjCVDo_c86swpicY2H07ViAT/s320/DSC02789.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529553016127269666" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUsptZ1vRnGkorJE0mkqNAqRc-Ol9GsJyZeamxEGQkcNxgOdIRroel2tSgaReWWIdAAVk7zK5jt7cO9ikgCxBKyVwyAlAqfU9fUkGirEl7fYAffBWasAxXEXYkWcrmWC0hjp44fCjw3YJp/s1600/DSC02810.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUsptZ1vRnGkorJE0mkqNAqRc-Ol9GsJyZeamxEGQkcNxgOdIRroel2tSgaReWWIdAAVk7zK5jt7cO9ikgCxBKyVwyAlAqfU9fUkGirEl7fYAffBWasAxXEXYkWcrmWC0hjp44fCjw3YJp/s320/DSC02810.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529553007319824466" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCZYV4rGLpcyTBtDaiY5qyevicU59WVCStGQZXIClBXrbLkRdKKljsBvZUsS_tb75NWvf71ikzPpCIeIPC2kz1y8OtbKFZOCG2iwlbWfabAFYSRcCDWx4HVLi3N9Iwa4aHLuPQKqELrit4/s1600/DSC02831.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCZYV4rGLpcyTBtDaiY5qyevicU59WVCStGQZXIClBXrbLkRdKKljsBvZUsS_tb75NWvf71ikzPpCIeIPC2kz1y8OtbKFZOCG2iwlbWfabAFYSRcCDWx4HVLi3N9Iwa4aHLuPQKqELrit4/s320/DSC02831.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529552373593935938" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My mom also found a big giant gift bag at the dollar store that she gave Bella her presents in. After she had opened everything, she loaded everything into her bag and lugged it around. It was kind of funny to watch! </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjit8PHY6qW8BXJZKG5Y8nzrk_VOQKcTUSmNeJFB1cvxJyNGwFcplnpCZBtbvxKlvGONkK37RBk5ygiw8AnB70gYEPkr82-Joy908xH_zGPRRchDyllWXVRVoqkHD4mt6E7hNmy7fZlRkdQ/s1600/DSC02855.JPG"></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjit8PHY6qW8BXJZKG5Y8nzrk_VOQKcTUSmNeJFB1cvxJyNGwFcplnpCZBtbvxKlvGONkK37RBk5ygiw8AnB70gYEPkr82-Joy908xH_zGPRRchDyllWXVRVoqkHD4mt6E7hNmy7fZlRkdQ/s1600/DSC02855.JPG"><img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjit8PHY6qW8BXJZKG5Y8nzrk_VOQKcTUSmNeJFB1cvxJyNGwFcplnpCZBtbvxKlvGONkK37RBk5ygiw8AnB70gYEPkr82-Joy908xH_zGPRRchDyllWXVRVoqkHD4mt6E7hNmy7fZlRkdQ/s320/DSC02855.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529552366103936946" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Grandma and Grandpa Jubber got Bella a couple of new movies, some crayons and markers, paper, and scissors so she could have some coloring fun. Ryan and I also got her a couple of movies, including the Tinker Bell movie, and a Tinker Bell sticker book. I also made her some Tinker Bell pajama pants and a Tinker Bell quilt. She's been really into Tinker Bell lately, if you couldn't tell! I think overall, she brought in a pretty good haul for her birthday. I also got her a few mylar princess balloons because that was what she requested several weeks ago for her birthday. I got Ariel, Tinker Bell, and a castle one with all the princesses in the windows. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtEJCV_AcZnN9bbyL4uIqguMdw1cBw8ia9t3h7RPhLMrM2jQxxLKy5PaTgb2MR8SlZC1e_vc6uEgpk89kaeh1s1qfcfxklBLgFqGm11Q5ZVySANS8luqVdPT0ouv-7nW3A6IJ7oxrk4NQi/s1600/DSC02904.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtEJCV_AcZnN9bbyL4uIqguMdw1cBw8ia9t3h7RPhLMrM2jQxxLKy5PaTgb2MR8SlZC1e_vc6uEgpk89kaeh1s1qfcfxklBLgFqGm11Q5ZVySANS8luqVdPT0ouv-7nW3A6IJ7oxrk4NQi/s320/DSC02904.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529552353039096834" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh_vlkoWX20X01_38e51T6Oqj2A0y25hz3yRGrcHVMXY6L_Ab2JZbx_DqtYZ7Urys8qoN4s6bFM-pekyBXXTVT9MVXyiyrD0vNJv4vL-zEOdJ13Vxkh-7h-EC6YMV9v6zRBbG6yscsTd3o/s1600/DSC02905.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh_vlkoWX20X01_38e51T6Oqj2A0y25hz3yRGrcHVMXY6L_Ab2JZbx_DqtYZ7Urys8qoN4s6bFM-pekyBXXTVT9MVXyiyrD0vNJv4vL-zEOdJ13Vxkh-7h-EC6YMV9v6zRBbG6yscsTd3o/s320/DSC02905.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529552338433006978" /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOxJ1lMK1is5LgOlfK0E3clfChnKhvY7qenX3QLUw9uKZWvcLvVKGKk8sTfO0yGmz9JBbWQLduy5wz3X9uxxYHUCk3pqHrNpPbRRFs9uaSM03gRWD0jIcLm8RRcoirVNx1YYhHVwPhSh46/s1600/DSC02907.JPG"><img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOxJ1lMK1is5LgOlfK0E3clfChnKhvY7qenX3QLUw9uKZWvcLvVKGKk8sTfO0yGmz9JBbWQLduy5wz3X9uxxYHUCk3pqHrNpPbRRFs9uaSM03gRWD0jIcLm8RRcoirVNx1YYhHVwPhSh46/s320/DSC02907.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529552328290760498" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">So needless to say, we have a little girl that loves princesses!! And it's so much fun! </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Now, some of you may be wondering if it was wise for me to go all out like this when we're dirt poor, so I will justify myself! Ryan and I have been a little blue lately, just dealing with the stress of our situation and feeling very pressured about what to do in the future. We've had a lot on our minds and I hate to admit it, but I don't think we've been very fun parents :( So, when Bella was so excited about her birthday, we decided that we were gonna take a reason to celebrate and run with it. So we did. And I have to say, it was kind of worth it! We had such a great day and Bella was so happy. And I still feel good. I had one of the best days today than I've had in a while. Chalk it up to an awesome princess birthday party! And I have to admit, I'm kind of excited to top it next year!</div>The Jubbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10651164001683916763noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767960167663201666.post-27456440832801968682010-09-29T13:15:00.006-06:002010-09-29T13:51:15.793-06:00But why?<div><div>Damn Pinocchio! Yup, I did it. I swore on my blog :) So, Bella got on this kick to watch Pinocchio, and after watching it with her a couple times, I was like, okay, this movie's kinda cute. Not so bad. Until she started picking up lines from it. Near the beginning, when he's turned into a real boy, they go to bed. Geppetto tells Pinocchio to go to sleep, and Pinocchio asks, "but why?" And then it began. EVERYTHING I say to Bella is followed by "but why?". Cute for a while. But it's been longer than a while. BECAUSE I SAID SO!! Okay, I'm not really that annoyed by it! It would actually be fun if she was old enough to explain things to, but she's not. So I'll try to answer her question, and it's followed by another "but why?". What am I gonna do with this girl???</div><div><br /></div><div>On a happier note, we got family pictures a few weeks ago and they turned out really cute. I was happy to get outside, out of a studio, and just kind of have some fun. Bella was a stinker, isn't much for posing for the camera lately, but Evan was having a blast hamming it up every chance he got.</div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7DLu-NNQlIUMWmIf9fTdTKSssLP_kwWtmSSshehq92hOJkL5BAkTgBD1XMLLVEFHHxTVhTFsMgsOW5Mqd9v4AA7mRWTqxfhz4UdQ3ibXczHDKoUdU0bXdp0AE6KayRn50db3c5Z_bwlQv/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7DLu-NNQlIUMWmIf9fTdTKSssLP_kwWtmSSshehq92hOJkL5BAkTgBD1XMLLVEFHHxTVhTFsMgsOW5Mqd9v4AA7mRWTqxfhz4UdQ3ibXczHDKoUdU0bXdp0AE6KayRn50db3c5Z_bwlQv/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522424234317959602" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfGfJgNY5VpwAQNZzaq7lLhrM5o030hksWPpsEgwgs4vxec1HfyDKYhTKZmzzPlX3zKbZemarHgVlxYHnVI4P-nJGzs79YS1TDj8ud1bBnRB3yABoBH5oBoFjQujbI0B5KKGpC63tjHbL9/s1600/work.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY7fM41m4RobDVcHedJmxFMBmssmn4vats5UPg4ViGyVUTd1uyuvd4Z7y0QtOCmPYT94dJZq-x3QtI5Je3COh4cFLe7YoY_l2rin8g7DtO_67EztR4KLsqgU1SybBQyB4dRct5LVnkAngZ/s320/IMG_3624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522422690415650690" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwxQgwjORsqXZrcTq5c3zXuwyd2LyAbeQ6s5MNJjowqcOH6Iicmx5JEIBvMFCAXcBXE3Rdysc0VurDUhj4H-zEl2iAq0Dv5ThgcuuSR0mNDaqmhBAhHSomEDUnbSOswPTy1en8SM8W50xP/s1600/2+and+bhouse.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwxQgwjORsqXZrcTq5c3zXuwyd2LyAbeQ6s5MNJjowqcOH6Iicmx5JEIBvMFCAXcBXE3Rdysc0VurDUhj4H-zEl2iAq0Dv5ThgcuuSR0mNDaqmhBAhHSomEDUnbSOswPTy1en8SM8W50xP/s320/2+and+bhouse.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522417459327392674" /></a>I love my babies and they're just so stinkin' cute all the time! Other than family pictures, we haven't had a lot going on. We just keep working and hoping for a better job for Ryan. The usual...<div><br /></div><div>I'll post again shortly, probably, because Bella and Evan both have birthdays coming up soon. I hope Bella's comes soon, because somebody got the idea in her head that it's almost her birthday, and I've heard of nothing else since. She doesn't even know what it means, but she's excited for it! We have a paper chain for it, and she gets to pull one off each morning. I'm hoping this will help her understand days and stuff. So far, she just calls the paper chain her birthday and wonders why we're pulling her birthday apart! Oh well! <br /><div><div><br /></div></div></div>The Jubbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10651164001683916763noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767960167663201666.post-47071647356986018192010-07-26T22:00:00.002-06:002010-07-26T22:00:46.041-06:00Fantastic!Haha, this is the coolest, most fan-freakin-tastic background they ever came up with!! Who's with me??The Jubbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10651164001683916763noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767960167663201666.post-15980720077521440232010-06-28T15:43:00.023-06:002010-07-03T15:07:44.806-06:00Top Twelve...<div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><div>So, I haven't posted for a really long time, which for those of you that know me, is nothing new. But I mostly haven't posted anything because we've just been kind of busy, so I have arranged the top 12 (I couldn't pick just 10!) things that have happened since my last post. I hope this doesn't get too lengthy!! Here we go (in no particular order)...</div><div><br /></div><div>1. We went to Disneyland the last week of April/first week of May. It was really last minute, but we had a fabulous time. Bella had a hard time with it at first - it took a while to figure out that you have to get OFF the ride and stand in line again. You don't get to just sit there and ride over and over. When she finally figured that out, she was pretty good. We spent 4 days at Disneyland, a day at SeaWorld, a day at the beach, and a couple of evenings in Old Town San Diego.</div></span></span></div></span></span></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh927za9k8XhQLWE__6eFWiXrb8atjzG4FU8wOizipUapDOlaCy1JYfsHTG_fDZ8lztj6iiHRN1dgOsjlfazMKSJxnVbFE06K9j5bQMQtL99euy6jq0tMSugXmg6TrVqj2JmfPIUb6S9Dcy/s1600/DSC02008.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh927za9k8XhQLWE__6eFWiXrb8atjzG4FU8wOizipUapDOlaCy1JYfsHTG_fDZ8lztj6iiHRN1dgOsjlfazMKSJxnVbFE06K9j5bQMQtL99euy6jq0tMSugXmg6TrVqj2JmfPIUb6S9Dcy/s320/DSC02008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489777389840065314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; ">I took this picture and originally Bella was in it at their feet. I cropped her out to show the creepiness that these two were! They never even paid attention to the kids in the picture with them, this was their consistent pose. It was hilarious!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1AgVKji_Mb83vczpe2Xr4GTL8VoxYhFA69oy3EfWQZsmDJayWGz74rer53CjU_PvFLgS51r2JhQ3jqdOJdre7iet2MMVQmX8VUOBQNggpN541XiddVFPyLy7_QGEgDRCXZPMVQu2uZcQn/s1600/DSC01938.JPG"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1AgVKji_Mb83vczpe2Xr4GTL8VoxYhFA69oy3EfWQZsmDJayWGz74rer53CjU_PvFLgS51r2JhQ3jqdOJdre7iet2MMVQmX8VUOBQNggpN541XiddVFPyLy7_QGEgDRCXZPMVQu2uZcQn/s1600/DSC01938.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1AgVKji_Mb83vczpe2Xr4GTL8VoxYhFA69oy3EfWQZsmDJayWGz74rer53CjU_PvFLgS51r2JhQ3jqdOJdre7iet2MMVQmX8VUOBQNggpN541XiddVFPyLy7_QGEgDRCXZPMVQu2uZcQn/s320/DSC01938.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489777173228190546" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; 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"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWWJ_ipKnRpKcWM2MuvgvzOm6m7vOPqqe0e9n0kA8-MwIk0IYwHCD1pofElLnMzEaBgsCRCxNyG9Bj40wxhXGtnwX_HWy21Omgqv-Tb3aLaE8SyXslq_ySMhCgpKFQIXEtzaBejafjfb-p/s320/DSC01887.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489776689737266610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9YNoJZ0I5Rab2xODiwyQs2hdKLY3FrlYlTHHn2K_dfjxDrtVI3l6ifeVKht60sTrGJrx9GavHXhojJ5d1W53pgKQeTit81UiPcchz_iWJmNv0piIBK5XkgIqv0___6UP8ICR9vy2BWwys/s1600/DSC02048.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9YNoJZ0I5Rab2xODiwyQs2hdKLY3FrlYlTHHn2K_dfjxDrtVI3l6ifeVKht60sTrGJrx9GavHXhojJ5d1W53pgKQeTit81UiPcchz_iWJmNv0piIBK5XkgIqv0___6UP8ICR9vy2BWwys/s320/DSC02048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489776683495971170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhidSOD-Jq4xE9g8gfxsOJ0aj4NBYSBvpetkkV7mlVThNWiXa2h-f_trc40X0CfqYBjdjqiypvUBsAVcAw0uzkp3nGTapkxVOGa9osS8vOtjD7AS5ex3EkJfv4NXZVahJ8g8wvrqqByRisr/s1600/DSC02049.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhidSOD-Jq4xE9g8gfxsOJ0aj4NBYSBvpetkkV7mlVThNWiXa2h-f_trc40X0CfqYBjdjqiypvUBsAVcAw0uzkp3nGTapkxVOGa9osS8vOtjD7AS5ex3EkJfv4NXZVahJ8g8wvrqqByRisr/s320/DSC02049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489776674466666002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; ">Evan was, as usual, very chill for the entire trip!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWaxi4-2YkGu_sT5E_g9uyWj18HK717LeZZxHTaeNcH336Otfp9Xh4xeXeouxNdwsg90dqcH47PV5GyWOTL-kuLyaAptwgQyhwyB1jSVe9hv9pcNqJZLo3wEc_01SmelktTNT8lLqNzNAA/s1600/DSC02050.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWaxi4-2YkGu_sT5E_g9uyWj18HK717LeZZxHTaeNcH336Otfp9Xh4xeXeouxNdwsg90dqcH47PV5GyWOTL-kuLyaAptwgQyhwyB1jSVe9hv9pcNqJZLo3wEc_01SmelktTNT8lLqNzNAA/s320/DSC02050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489776662963782738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; ">2. Ryan took his 3rd actuarial exam. Hi studies his tail off for these and finally took it on May 13th. Things are always tense a couple weeks before, so it's always nice to have them over with. Scores take 6-8 weeks, so we're still waiting to find out how it went. Should be soon though. So, onto the next one, I guess!</div><div style="text-align: center; "> </div><div style="text-align: center; ">3. Ryan's sister, Jenna, got married on May 22 to Alan Colver. We had a fun time with their wedding, and with my brother's wedding just around the corner, it was a crazy couple of weeks. Both had planned to have their receptions in the Jubber's backyard, so we spent hours and hours and hours cleaning it up and making it look acceptable. And then the weather was bad for both of them, so no weddings outside! They both turned out really great anyway. I didn't take very many pictures (shame on me!) but here's a couple.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBezOIpYt8dCpYZ7HrqappEmp7cqHn4U2kGAK0g2WJlVSRGMyrspMfsko_ZX1WuKCe8DTe-k0MX6tmQWMwMUCC_n91olRH1DtfUhFrePLgK_uhQkUiNtI8fqWnNeXAF9y21VkMPSLZMgAv/s1600/jen&alan.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBezOIpYt8dCpYZ7HrqappEmp7cqHn4U2kGAK0g2WJlVSRGMyrspMfsko_ZX1WuKCe8DTe-k0MX6tmQWMwMUCC_n91olRH1DtfUhFrePLgK_uhQkUiNtI8fqWnNeXAF9y21VkMPSLZMgAv/s320/jen&alan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489775651040980562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 113px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; ">My mom made their wedding cake. Props to her cause it looked awesome!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgynMOXyarg_iORggxIcssYJmv-h36nQEhpxNsANM6tSMPDWVpWzrLlLadBsUb5uFys8GvJ6cBZ1ecTUqpitbS_5xFJ1aR9EiO5G-8GGsNjJ_dEfzUaA4XzjRRDGCRbclOl0cpI2jAUaqT9/s1600/DSC02106.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgynMOXyarg_iORggxIcssYJmv-h36nQEhpxNsANM6tSMPDWVpWzrLlLadBsUb5uFys8GvJ6cBZ1ecTUqpitbS_5xFJ1aR9EiO5G-8GGsNjJ_dEfzUaA4XzjRRDGCRbclOl0cpI2jAUaqT9/s320/DSC02106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489775647075947218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; ">4. My brother, Ryan, got married on May 28th to Sarah. I was a lot more involved in the planning of this one, so I made sure I got pictures of all the decorations!</div></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8CM6Q_SvvH4cU0okSIe5Rn4VcXgkSHrTc8gPJCPbwTGyp1ProWVa1yf6khXDfY0EUqCVBLAjL0Qxxj9_jOv-TWal4Uwflt3zKnPDADDEVdDKe9Cf7RRWvRDJ29yj8SRSRqLwV3Rf-6a_V/s1600/DSC02152.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8CM6Q_SvvH4cU0okSIe5Rn4VcXgkSHrTc8gPJCPbwTGyp1ProWVa1yf6khXDfY0EUqCVBLAjL0Qxxj9_jOv-TWal4Uwflt3zKnPDADDEVdDKe9Cf7RRWvRDJ29yj8SRSRqLwV3Rf-6a_V/s320/DSC02152.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489780483752330722" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The candy bar</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2h1474Yfkhb6Qv6X4kTI1mMgNmAwbvbu4VuE_w_m40PUxY9Aq7e6GyxXzxAxT7DWgJydquN5wAfAe31qAuek14wuIet0xzf-zH4e9aJZ9ANgjWNBi88S8h7T-1zWnoLHg2mlic9AthVtE/s1600/DSC02155.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2h1474Yfkhb6Qv6X4kTI1mMgNmAwbvbu4VuE_w_m40PUxY9Aq7e6GyxXzxAxT7DWgJydquN5wAfAe31qAuek14wuIet0xzf-zH4e9aJZ9ANgjWNBi88S8h7T-1zWnoLHg2mlic9AthVtE/s320/DSC02155.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489775614100482114" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The centerpieces</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe12ayCl9L3vejid6EGKDJWVpRm7A0qgIxGPhp6ESVcVvpoKiPycN_W4lzNr9TEJ_plMiAvNnAQ3QY8o1HmXMJK4I5LVoegrY6wRmttHHmUsFaZ0maJXQOYi_LiYUs3L5VZY7rkToSR_9c/s1600/DSC02159.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe12ayCl9L3vejid6EGKDJWVpRm7A0qgIxGPhp6ESVcVvpoKiPycN_W4lzNr9TEJ_plMiAvNnAQ3QY8o1HmXMJK4I5LVoegrY6wRmttHHmUsFaZ0maJXQOYi_LiYUs3L5VZY7rkToSR_9c/s320/DSC02159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489775605377801954" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The cake... again, props to my mom! One day she's going to pass this skill along to me.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4RQuhGauveosqSgrlV6uKBW7Qiexq0RSjzGPG1x85Pvqm_kg3UEu4geGthoex8q-ujmGQbRaVabpSWt-MldbNq6yF2ECTB-uuCXE8A1KydkXlsQ1J237sM40wqdh19_Jrq6XX6nxAd5OO/s1600/DSC02167.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4RQuhGauveosqSgrlV6uKBW7Qiexq0RSjzGPG1x85Pvqm_kg3UEu4geGthoex8q-ujmGQbRaVabpSWt-MldbNq6yF2ECTB-uuCXE8A1KydkXlsQ1J237sM40wqdh19_Jrq6XX6nxAd5OO/s320/DSC02167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489775208470110914" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjozwL2ukJVo-v1R0y79lhu9oTtrlDPP6unFSKjSe2tGdSdwAT7n5fYXbgLbVSVee11dypJG-CwTMpEHxQkntd1RUONSdBpg2bLRdlkf9IU6hgeVBDPtHL4JVX_JejVmJeFCvFnirqyXrUv/s1600/DSC02165.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjozwL2ukJVo-v1R0y79lhu9oTtrlDPP6unFSKjSe2tGdSdwAT7n5fYXbgLbVSVee11dypJG-CwTMpEHxQkntd1RUONSdBpg2bLRdlkf9IU6hgeVBDPtHL4JVX_JejVmJeFCvFnirqyXrUv/s320/DSC02165.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489775198663389730" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimd8Y4Uv7rCVhnoTCxpK8D4AMwkSo9i4yLz9GI3XBm9Qe1G8yXdYQ6Gn4Fhsjht-wijdEuJ5nnBNxcheKlcPaubKMT27c3L22EEBYY0A335l_FaWnPPStZUXZtwNhlbHdaKMwYmB7o-w7X/s1600/DSC02169.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimd8Y4Uv7rCVhnoTCxpK8D4AMwkSo9i4yLz9GI3XBm9Qe1G8yXdYQ6Gn4Fhsjht-wijdEuJ5nnBNxcheKlcPaubKMT27c3L22EEBYY0A335l_FaWnPPStZUXZtwNhlbHdaKMwYmB7o-w7X/s320/DSC02169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489775190646261218" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Terra caught the bouquet, so she and Sarah posed together!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0lHetI8ELaJ7zIHWg1c0onVrvheuJhjwfyWsWCUSm-wre0ICHGBFP39D5IUoVc7fUAPh-hM0k3rbznbldOTQIBwkPScr8vHRhezCrhab7xVQtdHRaB52AgIG-ZwnsAOc3eGUUOKYqm6Xb/s1600/DSC02174.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0lHetI8ELaJ7zIHWg1c0onVrvheuJhjwfyWsWCUSm-wre0ICHGBFP39D5IUoVc7fUAPh-hM0k3rbznbldOTQIBwkPScr8vHRhezCrhab7xVQtdHRaB52AgIG-ZwnsAOc3eGUUOKYqm6Xb/s320/DSC02174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489775185255910434" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Gettin' a little loopy late that night while cleaning up...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQPxRHnI2_WzwlyAI9nbj5xXE205Y8D6-t5cBjlrDcjI_tpTjdiUJHQLZL0pATTuJ0RUGpJPZ5AKcFGsOaHqhRSXaztLP6bKY94PoWWkTjvlrKq5CrsWYx-CpOQNM67BnylYEfggnb4kuE/s1600/DSC02175.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQPxRHnI2_WzwlyAI9nbj5xXE205Y8D6-t5cBjlrDcjI_tpTjdiUJHQLZL0pATTuJ0RUGpJPZ5AKcFGsOaHqhRSXaztLP6bKY94PoWWkTjvlrKq5CrsWYx-CpOQNM67BnylYEfggnb4kuE/s320/DSC02175.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489775165279334482" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">5. Evan learned to sit up and crawl. Yay! Now he's all over the place, and don't we just love that! Oh, and I'm learning just how dirty my floors are! He's such a cute little bugger though and I love watching babies learn how to do new things. It never ceases to amaze me.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-RttxvnQalDDYK5ts70UPzufN_7Dnhcj2HS72XBQ4Gy-xb0jSlJVcrdxy2QJrh-Ik1vt7EtLXyULwR5FNwlf8EQNP39uso_vMPngkstQCRRoksFBk6POtxGg3RFNCgEQTYPCgZWSJcuvQ/s1600/DSC02276.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-RttxvnQalDDYK5ts70UPzufN_7Dnhcj2HS72XBQ4Gy-xb0jSlJVcrdxy2QJrh-Ik1vt7EtLXyULwR5FNwlf8EQNP39uso_vMPngkstQCRRoksFBk6POtxGg3RFNCgEQTYPCgZWSJcuvQ/s320/DSC02276.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489774717128352130" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">He even practices in his sleep!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaUe2dMcNkdrqVISBkaPRsTkfPVSdUZEtDDw95SECpUkFHurWcMj3kQfnnCAVcyse1CSTdfQGyW-FzBDwCqo051U1PllGLHzFujtaC1N92p_vOHywocY4ie0VDjXrRiPkm7WL3G_YiFvQr/s1600/DSC02149.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaUe2dMcNkdrqVISBkaPRsTkfPVSdUZEtDDw95SECpUkFHurWcMj3kQfnnCAVcyse1CSTdfQGyW-FzBDwCqo051U1PllGLHzFujtaC1N92p_vOHywocY4ie0VDjXrRiPkm7WL3G_YiFvQr/s320/DSC02149.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489774699190913042" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRXaUl_tx_NsJcdHQatEE1iNcAERWb8BEZLrX1ozbLqyQQY38FRh0GN3oqL4acaI6VyF7Cp9HuQIh0Z3MgjvqCARlhSCkRlF7-V52U3zhOBHMYzTiJ1L1W8_cwTAZcyf8AgWWAadvFY20G/s1600/DSC02098.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRXaUl_tx_NsJcdHQatEE1iNcAERWb8BEZLrX1ozbLqyQQY38FRh0GN3oqL4acaI6VyF7Cp9HuQIh0Z3MgjvqCARlhSCkRlF7-V52U3zhOBHMYzTiJ1L1W8_cwTAZcyf8AgWWAadvFY20G/s320/DSC02098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489774695635162770" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1EEzFqec0DOLOZ5vuBQzX4RKqNExQca4rmj3kTqG1oe_rG27rE7NnL1933nGizq2VlnvlJ3oKt8wO_5wrfPuvK7scqjwB9jQXLEUuxeBWPAupTIuW6N6bobrB1gXCTsFrI_LoS_M5-MqR/s1600/DSC02097.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1EEzFqec0DOLOZ5vuBQzX4RKqNExQca4rmj3kTqG1oe_rG27rE7NnL1933nGizq2VlnvlJ3oKt8wO_5wrfPuvK7scqjwB9jQXLEUuxeBWPAupTIuW6N6bobrB1gXCTsFrI_LoS_M5-MqR/s320/DSC02097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489774680083532754" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">He also accomplished all this right on schedule with anemia. Bella had it as well, and it really stunted her progress. Evan didn't seem to even notice. When we went in to his 6 month appt., the doctor tested him just to be sure since Bella was anemic, and lo and behold, poor Evan was low. I was surprised because he had been doing such a good job with the crawling and growing teeth and stuff. But we started him on some iron so he should be doing even more soon.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">6. I have a newfound love for Call of Duty.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihIbaOKKwK3xStryZfuiuYHUPD4NBMVwHsEmFJGj7QvCtlv3wnpY2LeCPxzpnuh2rpiH-kgEX7ht3x2AH6O1hLhgcXQpgp52VFpf5Ihvu7lcoit0w8ic1h7CO94j3m9SmKV6smy1H3YZUA/s1600/call+of+duty.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 90px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihIbaOKKwK3xStryZfuiuYHUPD4NBMVwHsEmFJGj7QvCtlv3wnpY2LeCPxzpnuh2rpiH-kgEX7ht3x2AH6O1hLhgcXQpgp52VFpf5Ihvu7lcoit0w8ic1h7CO94j3m9SmKV6smy1H3YZUA/s320/call+of+duty.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489774670414786050" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I know, I know, that's not usually what girls do. But they needed a fourth player one night, so I started playing and I found it to be kind of fun. I think about it a lot now. :) I need to get the Call of Duty out! </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">7. Bella has finally decided that she wants to learn. I know, this doesn't sound like much, but Bella has never really liked learning stuff. Oh, except for memorizing half the lines and all the songs from her favorite Disney flicks! But she now says most of the ABC song, counts to ten, and knows most of her colors. It may be an accomplishment late in coming, but I've come to learn that I have to celebrate whatever she decides to do because it doesn't come around very often!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIPpYbQLN82XcRnvc6ntI5KYKyV0iVL4nyHzymYVEXtq8Sxt21ppG2Q5YPt2ntb90rnLPaKaIH83NBzqQhpOag_1ivTE0FpOJiraw6GTKdmNIPePNfC2BBobIDsPqvvR6XCWIkM5rbclEK/s1600/abc.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 120px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIPpYbQLN82XcRnvc6ntI5KYKyV0iVL4nyHzymYVEXtq8Sxt21ppG2Q5YPt2ntb90rnLPaKaIH83NBzqQhpOag_1ivTE0FpOJiraw6GTKdmNIPePNfC2BBobIDsPqvvR6XCWIkM5rbclEK/s320/abc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489774199728683042" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">8. Father's Day came and went again. Since we're a little bit broke, we didn't do much, but I got Ryan a few of his favorite treats and he didn't have to share them at all!! My mom and all my siblings pitched in to get my dad the Spanish Rosetta Stone. He's been wanting it forever so that was really fun. We went down to the British Import store and got Ryan's dad some of his favorite treats from there. It was a fun day.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">9. I had another birthday! And I must say, it was one of the better birthdays. Which isn't saying much. It's just that Ryan has worked nights since we got married, and it's hard for him to get time off. So I usually spend the eve of my birthday by myself, putting kids to bed and stuff. Last year, I even made my own cake! This year, Ryan brought me some beautiful flowers (a day early just to make it a surprise!). Then he made me a cake all by himself. I couldn't have been more proud. He went shoe shopping to get me shoes for my present. Then we went and saw Toy Story 3 with my family. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpvUj2U453azE_n2UcrIEx1Zlz1rFgaynrWsprLjGNRj6lATdgI-BY6bxIiqmo35asEFf1nvEvZDB7T9DzrGP5iUUAGi3FyaQBy3qSKUBbVOqpdOnKYOavZmQgAAZLavwo7jCMA9JV8tH7/s1600/toy+story.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 101px; height: 140px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpvUj2U453azE_n2UcrIEx1Zlz1rFgaynrWsprLjGNRj6lATdgI-BY6bxIiqmo35asEFf1nvEvZDB7T9DzrGP5iUUAGi3FyaQBy3qSKUBbVOqpdOnKYOavZmQgAAZLavwo7jCMA9JV8tH7/s320/toy+story.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489774190430865394" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA50yy312wrhy1csiiQ7yleyX7W9naBXzocbRcmx9SI1GG_gHBXpQga5PieuK4IgAQk8xobKM2YFddson-oM1rl9k3lWMrLvEj1dybXpz-ptYYVxreB-NLWTUhdpPCjcFL6pSWM1FU6akh/s1600/DSC02277.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA50yy312wrhy1csiiQ7yleyX7W9naBXzocbRcmx9SI1GG_gHBXpQga5PieuK4IgAQk8xobKM2YFddson-oM1rl9k3lWMrLvEj1dybXpz-ptYYVxreB-NLWTUhdpPCjcFL6pSWM1FU6akh/s320/DSC02277.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489774188746384882" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The guys at work are sent home by seniority when it gets slow, and Ryan is second in line for that. So, when they went to send someone home, the guy who usually gets to go first let Ryan go because Ryan had told him it was my birthday. So he got to come home early and was home by 7:30. So we spent the evening together and just sort of hung out. I know these things don't sound like much, but I am usually the queen of crappy birthdays! I know that sounds like I'm whining, but it's true! Plus, since things have been kind of rough for us lately, it was really sweet for Ryan to go so far out of his way to make it a good day. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">10. Bella started potty training! </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhAcHutnvksX4VNZ7vVWSRWNdBExEkfwDEA7_-h79KXN3x8Z2UpGe49apNxBmX-BECnt0Ym-2aOLW-yq59gYtyyx3SgHh0IHq5NWNJO7Tkp4CfBOLS3Zkj-8abmoGvUnhvHsqe0e8XjH9O/s1600/tinker+bell.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 117px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhAcHutnvksX4VNZ7vVWSRWNdBExEkfwDEA7_-h79KXN3x8Z2UpGe49apNxBmX-BECnt0Ym-2aOLW-yq59gYtyyx3SgHh0IHq5NWNJO7Tkp4CfBOLS3Zkj-8abmoGvUnhvHsqe0e8XjH9O/s320/tinker+bell.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489774178132380130" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">So, this really is exciting! I put a picture of Tinker Bell because her panties are all Tinker Bell. It didn't feel quite appropriate to take a picture of her in her panties and post it all over the internet (!!), so this will do! She was getting into this pattern that every time her diaper was wet, she wanted a diaper change. She would follow me around the house telling me so until I did it! Well, this got annoying, so about a week and a half ago, I asked her if she'd like to just wear panties and not have to be wet anymore. She said yes, so I put some on her. We've tried days with panties before and it hasn't gone so well, so we've gone back to diapers. I figured this would be the same sort of thing but I thought I'd go for it anyway. And she's done so awesome! She's had a couple of accidents, which is to be expected, but overall, I think she's totally ready. And hooray for us, only one kid in diapers right now! Perhaps it's time to have another...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">11. My projects</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBJx14cVM2YoyVsPQBXPcJ5wiguO6tAp_fvzyvqcTxuew_opCfWpXRj7fUJMeW25dAeq_CWlPDjQ0AYgmpZokpe-Wi9-SVHJH7AW7hwe-AwO-Hd26wtoc3KcsurACR4GhfB9GXZPoXRh-x/s1600/DSC02272.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBJx14cVM2YoyVsPQBXPcJ5wiguO6tAp_fvzyvqcTxuew_opCfWpXRj7fUJMeW25dAeq_CWlPDjQ0AYgmpZokpe-Wi9-SVHJH7AW7hwe-AwO-Hd26wtoc3KcsurACR4GhfB9GXZPoXRh-x/s320/DSC02272.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489774169059622034" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This is the quilt I made for my cousin for her new little baby girl. I made another one for a girl in my ward with exactly the same pattern, just different fabrics. I've always really enjoyed making quilts, and I'm currently working on expanding my sewing abilities. I'm working on another quilt for Evan, some bumper pads for his crib, a skirt, and a new dress. We'll see how they turn out! If they are acceptable, they'll probably show up on another post.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">12. I joined Weight Watchers! I probably shouldn't share this with the world, but I'm kind of excited about it. Ryan's mom has been doing it for like 3 years and it's really worked for her, so that was kind of my birthday present from her. It's been all right so far. I gotta say, it's amazing how much I was overeating!! I LOVE FOOD. Yikes, this is gonna be so hard, but I'm really determined. I don't have a ton of weight to lose, but I do have some that I would love to get rid of! I'm already figuring out a lot about my bad food choices! I've never had a problem with the working out end. I think I do that more than enough. So it was always a mystery why I couldn't lose the weight. Now I know. Food is an amazing part of it! So, hopefully over my next few blog posts, I'll be able to report some good numbers!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, that's all. If you've stuck around for all this, congratulations. And as I always say, hopefully I'll get better at being consistent with this!</div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Jubbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10651164001683916763noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767960167663201666.post-74635554649220348802010-04-07T14:03:00.002-06:002010-04-07T14:06:21.482-06:00Melts My Heart...This is what I found when I went to get Evan up this morning...<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457489251434867122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP3GmfxmtMDwoktayK-3FUGAIccPsox57fbXRqdhmoAWufmfSz1eKoR_hEgazPbWXZzCce8VYgrJL8lQnHmEh9xZUUEFvAAkKsIliwgUilZVA-_zuCUxijHkOIwYh38CMvMbcF5ckHLEKY/s320/DSC01742.JPG" />Ryan and I always talked about having 5 kids... or more if we felt like it, but at least 5. After being pregnant twice, I have often wondered if I can do it again 3 (or more) times. Things like this assure me that I can because they are just so dang worth it.The Jubbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10651164001683916763noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767960167663201666.post-4362492683196216752010-03-11T11:32:00.005-07:002010-03-11T12:08:56.587-07:00Oh Gosh! Are you kidding me?This is what I hear from my two-year-old at least 10 times a day now. Can we tell what mommy says when something goes wrong?? And, when she does something that we should look at, she says "look at that". It's not so much what she's saying, but how she says it. Cracks us up every time!<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div>So my poor bebe Evan got RSV a couple weeks ago. He started couhging and stuff on Thursday, and then Friday afternoon, he had a fever of 99.8. I called the doctor's office because I wasn't sure what was too high for a baby. The nurse said we should probably come in because RSV had been going around and if he had it, we would probably end up in the ER over the weekend. Lo and behold, he did have it. To avoid the ER, the doctor put him on oxygen. So Friday night, IHC homecare delivered oxygen. Evan was not happy about the tubes up his nose! </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447453314359507170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRAGEib9AWnGmEmN9KJnWAg_l2oQXSSR7JebB-xg-PHX7x6SrmkukMvKghzUgGUt52l5LLsUZQyE2bHCZpoqVq14FdDxRf2BAN3GxiYuNglThs0xktVzA1zoZMQiVzm_8-_h0KerUSbJjM/s320/DSC01609.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447453323107746098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMQWEnKWOgyFNVisguPs6e1B43OguSj4G2zID9VaOa6VcbRv1PYXU8OtdmjqqiU2lRK_MNP4X_R551V1N45W0UcW2ORkBAIj4471qbPacogYPN3uXnd-U2UshkA5UqwjgI2QYFN_4G4By0/s320/DSC01610.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447453336422770338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAuoxEv5ubHkJUgVdEbBsnNciB5FMmHkzYXzACXY8YmRV51iuFBcD7QUypkW8xlptu4nODUNXebv_uMZKPOP1vzZJ3QO5JSDCEKDfOHfnhygcKy4RN_03iy1vD5NhF_9K3_JsoGS0_xSeE/s320/DSC01611.JPG" />Luckily, he started to improve pretty quickly. the doctor had suggested a few things to keep him from getting an ear infection from all the congestion, but when we went back to the doctor on Monday, he had one anyway. I was pretty surprised because he had been really happy and hardly cranky at all. So, we started a round of antibiotics, to top everything off. This is what my kitchen counter looked like for a week and a half...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447453626550953730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO7GF4JuJnjvFWf8IEUs11qnAhyMzk6PfgLF4aD8KLjy-YX2UQf80cXw4By_wb75iFWqbZGzWNneoOpcbaGohoo4Sk9lvQEaiReRrlvk6bCgZxgl2U4TQ0Pq6zPxoNQYtYY5oBKjeyTa25/s320/DSC01614.JPG" />We took him off the oxygen on Tuesday, and he has been just fine since. There was a possibility of coughing and weezing for up to 2-3 weeks, but after about a week, he was back to perfect. Through all of the trials Ryan and I have been experiencing, we've always been so grateful for our good health, and that of the kids. When this happened, it threw me for a bit of a loop, but I am so grateful that he got over it quickly and is back to being my happy, smiley baby. We've never had any sort of illness with Bella. This was our first ear infection! I have never had to take Bella to the doctor aside from her well-baby check-ups. So, with one sickness under his belt, Evan is officially my sickly child!!<br /><br /><div>On the same day that I took Evan into the doctor, Feb. 28th, I got a call from my best friend growing up, Kate, that they were going to be taking her dad off life support later that day. So with my baby sick and running a fever, I couldn't hold in the tears anymore. I cried for the man who was my second father throughout my entire childhood. The Lyngle's were my neighbors for almost 20 years of my life. Earlier that week, Steve had an aeortal (sp?) tear and then suffered a massive stroke. With no response to their tests or anything, they decided that it was time for him to go. My sister and I actually happened to be at the hospital visiting when he passed away. My favorite memory of Steve was one day when he came over to our house with a glass of vodka in one hand and the Book of Mormon in the other and was teaching us about "our religion". Sacreligious, yes! Very funny, yes! But seriously, I loved Steve and I have so many memories of him and their family throughout so much of my life. He will be so missed and remembered very fondly.</div><br /><div>Needless to say, the last couple weeks have been kind of tough and a little emotionally draining. But we've kind of gotten back on track and we're still having fun! This is Evan, being pretty in pink... </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447453613842943458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHJizOdrOLPpsQbkNK3Xj30V7bTBoGNHEtvtHEVgQeQpZ-0lcRca23eK5BGtjLbmoZI64kAcCSTkAgm96g6tR8nNnb-bkANt2XZ-PQRhnxJ8qbqy_Pmn75LleRtnoHot_LKWwSe8ecYWdT/s320/DSC01629.JPG" />Oh he's gonna hate that picture in about 15 years! And Ryan pretending like he's still sleeping with Evan squirming around on his back...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447453634525558866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9t-YF2RDSdUyi3u-9PA6duwZFQ4VUG94K13FguJN6E9fFjLUGWo9FcloTp3p-pt0eWFRPW6EbgHxpXpms9QN4v8-HByobEO2OU4gU77D3-7YO4qraB80odxoMIk8GpgOWD9x5lP3VxaZs/s320/DSC01620.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Jubbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10651164001683916763noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767960167663201666.post-54201194110939871382010-02-24T11:43:00.005-07:002010-02-24T12:35:04.328-07:00Not much to tell...I have continually been accused of being a bad blogger. It's probably true. When the said accuser was accusing, I made the defense that I have nothing to blog about! Hehe! But seriously, nothing changes much for us. But to avoid being labled, I will put up a quick post. <div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /></div><div>Ryan continues to look for a job. I think this has by far become the lowest point in both of our lives. He's had so many come so close and then he doesn't get them. It's like the world is trying to play a very unfunny prank on us! So we continue to toil. I read an article in the Ensign this month about continuing to row. The family was in a similar position, probably worse actually, and she talked about how they just continued to plow through. So that is what we are doing. We've enlisted a lot of people's help, we pray, we fast, we pray some more, we think good thoughts really hard. </div><div> </div><div>But there are so many things we're still grateful for and that make us happy. Like these two...</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441892119118916898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikDpCo589pNZa6rxxZA0Vp1umDTynWEEHS2SUIJSU9YnUntEGZqE2MUpQt1UWsBPzSnxVsU0Gdc8BoqRs3USkvRBWsWr0WdWbitoW7Tzz9F0750oWVeK7BsF-EXaYA-0mgwhg6b5ecHnVO/s320/DSC01556.JPG" /></div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441892104590174738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAtoVGfNhYqbA1PeFYxukdne3dgaSXMoMdRXl63xy79MrYrFZQg53nRcUHbKBW8vvD5_U6cewQi47IaVAQoJ0886tbHieq7dvuqZUiIizv_gG6QYn-tZTyzWReHxDsIS6tXthzPzMUvTWA/s320/DSC01573.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441892092895495426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJRAU1oE6TNs5RxV_2qySNnIvGOMpBKAPOWthAPelTbrdDD0YROOrb4ex_57ZAtlUSXeNdW4w5jYg7h0bS6vsY2KDedIgS8cf5lJyIFxNt-Ggoya5qcIckSZNvaNKrl_mB2Xnrim7ZLchq/s320/DSC01572.JPG" />And as I mentioned, we've enlisted a lot of people's help. We are so grateful for these people who have invested a lot of time for Ryan with nothing in return. It's been hard because I'm the kind of person that likes to do things for people that help me, but I can't afford to, so we just say thank you... a lot. </div><div><div> </div><div>We have wonderful families, we love each other, we love our kids, and what more could we ask for, right? Okay, so being able to afford feeding those kids would be nice, but I guess we'll try not to be so picky! </div><br /><div>Oh, and good news. We have lots of weddings coming up that we're really excited about. Ryan's brother and his sister both got engaged in the last month. And my brother is also engaged. One is set for May 22, one for May 28, and the other is still deciding on a date. </div><br /><div>I got Evan his own "piggy". It's a frog, and he already loves it. When I put him in bed, I just set it next to him, and he usually ends up like this...</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441892131656380706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7sKUBVE0U2Lb0qLD0v59T-CoszgWMrtq_pB-Ly9DuFMI15YTtkgcC1szlsG0PJLe0qGaqQIxHs_yceErQrlQ3RAZkriISs_N4JOMQBHuKo6HNP6HwvENxhtqFMSaf66uhscsk0B7MfUBm/s320/DSC01596.JPG" />But asleep. Or he just has his faced turned into him, all snuggled up to him. It's so cute! I love that Bella has had piggy to be her best friend. He is truly priceless, so I decided that each of my kids would get their own best friend!<br /><br /><div>Bella got a purse for Christmas from grandma, and she's usually not allowed to take toys to bed with her, but somehow this one slipped through one day...</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441892466152143106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPRcLgerRnhWaWF2KSCEL8k3MQ40Ghp-HOR7w94Ntdv8gZfh-b0VTj9FcZcSRw3oayWjOPilruNPE6DG_iZPvS7BcST1RfKbzex91T-q8F1JRL-_onPFSG5DxM8NmcTj7b1lWxBqugBipk/s320/DSC01494.JPG" /></div><div>Bella has two new favorite activities lately... swimming and ice skating. Well, the latter is actually more like putting on ice skates and then having daddy carry her around the rink. She lets him put her down every once in a while to pull her along. But I think they both have tons of fun doing it!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441892483633896162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDkzHWXHwgUsUHfyXcbVuvFXs6AAnYcf0UhTPQ5SXWRbKOZkPSEP0z89Z7MoioORDx61l32xqcSM9JK8wf6PJlbsWbhI5K1f60gjNGIVVbxbH8I34S8ZOn9qeMv5A24DB4tlpxgxIGKxDE/s320/DSC01594.JPG" /></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441892472863054802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpHLth2aQ53ReanYJGI2Q_JSEwjWNZhn8bBEEgLKUSvBHr61sX5DK5IdBujru09XDrbBrKB_YN6OxHa-XnqLhU3bQAIeDKrsiGzXgKFO46BQIgEfsNSOVD7H9oizSdIwaupabLf1KA3J3f/s320/DSC01593.JPG" /></div><div>And finally, my sister-in-law gave us this little exersaucer for Evan, and it's been a big hit thus far. I put him in it one morning while I got ready, and this is what I came back to. Such a cute little guy...</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441892074331548434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYblNGwdDlBtLLz8KXo_ZU2AhiUCC_IpB5CQWSGq3Nscw_B71hKN1klbrAKY7YJl4X49TEivrLUJIc1FwZsqs-FAG2ZoyQAjLamIkcQSQiXkCWLaNoo22i9q9cp0N9E_LNkPoNNczQZ_Il/s320/DSC01588.JPG" /></div><div>Anyway, that's about it. I will try to be more diligent and come up with things in my somewhat uneventful life to make more eventful for those who think I'm not doing such a good job :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Jubbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10651164001683916763noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767960167663201666.post-73554553211448820272009-12-15T23:48:00.004-07:002009-12-16T00:04:59.305-07:00Where did she get that??So, I just have to share a couple of funny stories from Bella because they made me laugh so hard, and I just love what comes out of little toddler's mouths. The other night, I had a presentation to do online for my class, so I let Bella pick a movie and put it on for her in my bedroom to keep her out of my hair. She picked Sleeping Beauty. When I was done with my presentation, I went back to watch the rest of it with her. It was at the end, when Prince Phillip is trying to get to Sleeping Beauty to wake her up and the evil lady is putting all those obstacles in his way. Well, she zaps a bunch of thorn bushes around the castle so he can't get to it. Right as they started growing all over and Prince Phillip starts cutting through them, Bella says "Man, are you kidding me?". I thought I was going to die! Where did she get that from?<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div> </div><div>Then just today, I was in the kitchen trying to get Bella to come for dinner. I had told her to come sit at the table several times, but she just kept ignoring me. Finally, I stomped my foot and said "Bella, get over here right now". She finally figured out that I was serious, so she started walking toward the kitchen. As she was coming, she sort of laughed and said "you stinker". Can you guess what I call her when she's being difficult?? She's making it so hard to discipline lately, copying everything I say. It just makes me laugh, and that is not effective discipline! I sometimes count to 3 also, to make her do what I want. Lately, as soon as I say one, she says "two, three"! What am I supposed to do with that?? Luckily, she usually does what I want as she's saying two, three. </div><br /><div>Anyway, we also got pictures of the two today. They were both kind of difficult, but we finally managed to get some decent ones.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 93px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415725787050394450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCz9zrT0OJzPbtAxPbqW6m626puVXoQ5H0bR09vyzqaIn9FSMFlSYkEBYtvyPjfgUbODDq60KPDBZulNkC4tx5XSTxFcKuCZGTcY26vAe6ouDaHwdqLunPl5PXi152z4p5e6IEgaVksypw/s320/Evan&Bella1.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 93px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415725780461750242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSL38WeXPyXlRexq0seK3YVprocI6RvpGL-TWYxzhew156ngeA_NMzP0bS4y4FDyWJe40ZAeWLsat6V3CKpYsckxSgWy7HPNpCe4jAUSyUN7zPTkx2aZ-oDhlTnyPsalEfYqgpesNygw7O/s320/Evan&Bella.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 93px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415725628399022578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCH04ZztmytAaznzwXWWuj7XSIqVnQw370_JgBb5RT3Op9myJhdbW7Rb8z1TdAKJuj4NSsMFawlYe7eNXkPJSeKUAWupfdHJnHaW0s2Q3kTxdmf1aKjM1y7JgRAdcwFb43RTQ33op4VNEF/s320/Bella2.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 93px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415725622481765314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsiSGNhSWopXJmUeTbiD_jV2G6-XVhoyVxgeVYiGJ64yvErX1MO9gZnBrFMA4fgDZugPbuwjDhIZDQeI404e2P87r3kt1bngN5Y_x5H0CtiFs38tXimZwci9RbE77tE3wtd1gs6kt_PCHr/s320/Bella1.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 93px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415725608500453218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhJHnXIbGGzW4qMO9YBF4_7Bd5If6KE_TIka_8IREygE4EzEZLVJvdnJ1LGn1wEDwCZyee3sb-bN8hSN5fbx8uB2KVHPJUvuuR7FvianT1aLm0HF15gZKzqirMoXMHidMdzfqc-dQsEdlN/s320/Evan3.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 93px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415725610344540482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4RUBbGeEODC0tSUulI0vcyP-rKMpWz6DB-gMCGl_Cu46vlwYV6yXTZeSTSluqEG1kKDWU9mD4HpaQFpCtElbG5BMLvgTtOtV1MSWemjGyJTPlGTMBlIADsm7RQFF1ACsnWO7HUE7ie0fN/s320/Evan2.jpg" /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 93px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415725602435517730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVF2J85U913QTfbzguH_vdZXkxArOluybjcItDPjZbKgJfVb6BDS43Z0LnvEKiCysAwLUjJnilz6kzqRDfA4y_ds9qTAlE25A9N3QHqkZ6e83ypX_LSf3Gu24b0GXMxUlErkIOj4lJttVD/s320/Evan1.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Jubbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10651164001683916763noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767960167663201666.post-35375423922175729882009-12-11T21:37:00.003-07:002009-12-11T21:49:03.642-07:00Sorry, but it's true...I have the stinkin' cutest kids in the world! You all can try to compete, but you can't! Lately, my amazing little family is all that keeps me going. I'm so grateful for my husband who puts up with me and loves me anyway. I am so grateful to Bella who has been our saving grace these last few months. She is absolutely hilarious like all the time. And her hair, oh that hair! Just looking at her when her hair isn't done makes us chuckle! And Evan gets cuter by the second. He's right on the verge of smiling and starting to talk, and I just love it when they start doing that. They actually start to resemble a real human being!! Anyway, I was just looking at these pictures and couldn't help but love my two little babies. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414206658648144914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDJjKes32VdF0e7aA0Baa_OeHpVjVuOZmqsgO1qJRCZqrYAMstotbGArEBCE5YkAK9b-yjt9AvTjbvar0kVPWjsgoo4HxbcwzFlmgRk3iWn3yiJpWlILizAPujm39JNaBJ3Rn_0r1ISUzB/s320/DSC01361.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414206648756564146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9LbDy31YQIyMiRiHZynavMihAI4QcQfOeMvUBOmIR-WdgbJ9F0SeglMD506qeYb1xGXGE2wpfQVqV_bktOj07EswipYmsydSUKA3kyQcfhEgiVhcBlqPNSFg-gMU8QWU7cAmQmNPEt1OA/s320/DSC01360.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414206638884102898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUC28VJn_w60SYrTmhInISfb6QqtprzsqGOiTuPeoLdxVjIH4LtcKv0FkgRSxX0eZ9wcw2CPH8wy4h23yBw_u1pV5ie-w8Ha0N1e-br6DXCdCll7ngBBny5PBOF7fh4rYNf13n7Dt5mrO5/s320/DSC01357.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414206628655567922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeYyiDqufie1bFwUvJ9ebJHtqwx32mn9JvApiBarHHfHW8_5PBaowe1QCbmHuAvPxWrUcU8hyEPMy776_Jq1e6fEjH0fmSMsMZwd8djsQDqU9Ny26KB-eh7Z2DXjRtS5S5HS2G6W4-Yn4R/s320/DSC01358.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>The Jubbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10651164001683916763noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767960167663201666.post-39554590237365569912009-11-20T15:29:00.004-07:002009-11-27T18:21:54.682-07:00Little Evan<div>Well, I guess I should make a post about our new arrival. But first, I need to post about Halloween, which was the day before Evan, cause Ryan was hilarious. Bella was a cowgirl. It was the simplest thing I could come up with to do the day before I had a baby on no money!! We already had the adorable pink boots (thanks Sarah!), so I just put her in a levi skirt and a white shirt and I spent $.97 on a pink hankie to tie around her neck. Ryan, on the other hand, made me trek around to 5 different stores and spent more money than we have, which happens to be none, but still! And I had to slave over it for like 2 hours. But it was hilarious. And he wore it to the ward party, work, and on Halloween night to take Bella trick-or-treating. He was Super Mario, you know from the old school Nintendo. He had overalls and a red shirt. We found some battery powered lights that I sewed to the overalls so that he could turn them on and off and have star power. We fixed up David's U of U hat with a felt "M". Ryan downloaded the Mario soundtrack off of Itunes and we went and found a portable speaker so he could keep it in his pocket and play the Mario music. He even had the star power music for when he flashed his lights! It was pretty funny and it got him all excited for a few days. So I let him go to town with it because well, frankly, we could use something to get excited about around here!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406327331951125426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaaG0Sqq9cGKD-vC9t4u_hoqjPVj3-I6vmX0GqNZa_x6_1YtHsre_Dj4KL8o6diC8OcCHmOVomR_ouGOji1dCyXu6U8ANOdZle_VsvBTX9pmiA1YhvefnrBabl3F2w5J8hm8demzo6CCh3/s320/DSC01274.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406327353943852306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOfoB4FjfwahVlXWNGbV26-xQLLamtPskBjzuilkDk64dq8dy4S0XlM8WH8JZWj1LQcE7B7SI0d_XqnsGUll7Uvu6LWhePFAKRvRYatA5AefV6sQGFrhSEJ8YSpYWtR0EDWoMJK3jdiBbT/s320/DSC01284.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406327343852147666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY5ywpbX58oiOArmnRZvTqQmZrqBJKySTM5Z5fw-JNi6-IVjaZmAL0l9KfshveuSoy0KtiUx5j-QuTcSt5Krd0w3t7j4RdM4Jk6bu4bpPtkMyvn0ZoG509SWEvfvOEAtIeA4NtMz9AV-u1/s320/DSC01282.JPG" />So, moving on, Evan Scott Jubber was born on November 1 at 5:28 pm. I decided to go with the VBAC and 3 weeks later, I'm still so glad I did. I've been able to do so much more and I feel almost all recovered. And it only took 6 hours from start to finish. Not too shabby. I had all this anxiety about the delivery, which is why I almost opted for another c/s, but it turns out it just wasn't that bad. I guess I could do it a few more times!! Anyway, he weighed 8 lbs 13 oz. In the hospital, they said he was 23 in, but when we took him to the doctor a few days later, he was barely 21 in, so I think they goofed up a little bit. But he's a big healthy boy! <div><div><div><div><div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406327360133912146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjgyBE0rQGUoC_qzVBMGYvv0pcLHBrjXV0DilnyFJuqQbuAZhL2g1uDtNNlUkzqfe25DkwLWuKKTqRFNDkEbEW0-hv7rYMtgQDHW6SFq2Ht1yuxCgBnemX4JTBZkBjhIRVSuja-6Q5v-kV/s320/DSC01295.JPG" />Because of the H1N1 thing, no children under 14 are allowed in the hospital, so I didn't get to see Bella for 2 1/2 days. That was really sad. But she also didn't get to come see Evan, so we just showed up at home one day with a baby! That makes it really hard. But she's been pretty good overall. She never hated him, just acted out a little over the split attention. She loves to hold him and give him kisses. She ALWAYS wants to kiss him. It's almost past cute and getting to annoying!! :) No, I'm glad she likes him. She's very soft and gentle with him and loves to rub his head. I'm so relieved because I was having nightmares that she accidently killed him. I know, it's morbid, but I was scared about how she was going to treat him. But, 3 weeks later, he's still alive and well and Bella seems to have adjusted pretty well to the new addition. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406327681642656466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkB-vivIVQjhJ_GnGwdLHJJRetE7Be7a099qsKlvanT-tZh3rDbNhVAKsNpv1XyXBc7UIe-_p0iobQhm1cfD-VRTDQXXjreU3c4t1wY6bB-KhqEc7looRIo5fx4VVRhxQY1QoZCbpIajWJ/s320/DSC01307.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406327371322478514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfRTNHxtPzNzLqG51gduMlQWjJSOu9MweQRCVJEHTlbXK-IEl1WXgBqK9_GhpfFomyPvd8GAwfxdoIXFEi6sTfgZl9IIK8Glom8KowIKgLQPKvL1GJ0h2SCL39FhuNA6rKsgVdsYsfXcLl/s320/DSC01306.JPG" />My only other source of crazy is the nursing issue. Most of you know that I didn't make it very far with Bella because she refused to eat off of me! It made me an emotional mess and finally, after 4 weeks, I just gave up. I'm finding myself in the same spot again. I didn't know what is wrong with me, but my kids don't like me :) It's been a horrible roller coaster. Evan has done better than Bella did, but I find that I really just hate it. I don't know how women do this. So, Ryan said that he was deciding for me that it was making me a bad mother and wife and that I was not allowed to breastfeed anymore! :) Okay, really he'd support me in whatever, but he's right. I have chewed all my fingers and the inside of my mouth to pieces because I just sit and gnaw on myself every time he nurses. I can't get him to latch on right and it makes it a very unpleasant experience. I even went to a lactation specialist and she wasn't really that helpful. She told me to just keep trying, and here, 2 weeks later, he's still a nursing failure. There is something wrong with me. So I have spent the last 3 weeks sobbing and being frustrated and driving my husband crazy, and as of yesterday afternoon, I am weening him to bottles. I again become a mothering failure and have to try to make up for it somewhere else! I'm slowly coming to terms with it again...<br /><div> </div><div>So, that's life around here. We're a little tired and broken down, but things are getting better. I remember the relief I felt after going to bottles with Bella. I felt like the whole world was lifted off my shoulders, so hopefully I'll start to feel better soon. Oh, and I have a terrible cold that I picked up a few days ago, so that's not helping anything either. I hope that goes away soon, too! </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Jubbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10651164001683916763noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767960167663201666.post-76129802859382673872009-10-19T12:00:00.004-06:002009-10-19T13:44:39.456-06:00Okay, okay...Dumb blog won't let me move anything around, so here are the pictures first, then my words of wisdom, and then a couple videos from Bella's birthday. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP2DBtDjnWfb9cvO0a-K5hw0POQYPRTYt-u_mZKGTZM0lzB1_yZZYGxuEPrIDA4OW8hqJmO5S38yv17SQ43Sb7DcVhg-Yfyfik6slaLqFY9Ygy77pdSoVZmvQJ7Xyei1wCJZ5Ww13js26A/s1600-h/DSC01262.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394383951539701138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP2DBtDjnWfb9cvO0a-K5hw0POQYPRTYt-u_mZKGTZM0lzB1_yZZYGxuEPrIDA4OW8hqJmO5S38yv17SQ43Sb7DcVhg-Yfyfik6slaLqFY9Ygy77pdSoVZmvQJ7Xyei1wCJZ5Ww13js26A/s320/DSC01262.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKUxe2klvGLx6_fsVAt7y2ESh3ERg7PpM-_HfD7GifIUHU71lltnzlhCWXq6He19w2rt-besgNKjlocWp4AmyQ4VaqE1TsqhawS0dX6xJ7O_REknWdSVGUrmVn0zrgc5yUsBu5mmrzGMKi/s1600-h/DSC01257.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394383939219048178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKUxe2klvGLx6_fsVAt7y2ESh3ERg7PpM-_HfD7GifIUHU71lltnzlhCWXq6He19w2rt-besgNKjlocWp4AmyQ4VaqE1TsqhawS0dX6xJ7O_REknWdSVGUrmVn0zrgc5yUsBu5mmrzGMKi/s320/DSC01257.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQKo5UudhqtwT0qjXCc2ae6o2_Jh65B4OGgV4qyVOSVy3RanjMG4YVsU30FMJ4R5TbXGmfLJUS1Wlhs0-iztNIllO_1VgoOcXKeR0S7Y4WVZhnhG-1NzBvtEUEsJHc3-rEohcMDS8njHl6/s1600-h/DSC01251.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394383927247638914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQKo5UudhqtwT0qjXCc2ae6o2_Jh65B4OGgV4qyVOSVy3RanjMG4YVsU30FMJ4R5TbXGmfLJUS1Wlhs0-iztNIllO_1VgoOcXKeR0S7Y4WVZhnhG-1NzBvtEUEsJHc3-rEohcMDS8njHl6/s320/DSC01251.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCfGmtVzFcRx431bTqC0hsS_prhRrUrzgmU_5ljhLBL4itzv1A_vaE-GKI2IKU-g2C7DQybp8Tk6oj0ehq2qSy-RyUM3MkpkofFx8sGj31RosKYxjBiKET6N9dz_Oat_D5qvIZuCz3JI7y/s1600-h/DSC01253.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394383913206705954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCfGmtVzFcRx431bTqC0hsS_prhRrUrzgmU_5ljhLBL4itzv1A_vaE-GKI2IKU-g2C7DQybp8Tk6oj0ehq2qSy-RyUM3MkpkofFx8sGj31RosKYxjBiKET6N9dz_Oat_D5qvIZuCz3JI7y/s320/DSC01253.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV3CduJaAOKCI_RozSJqxFW-9COF7DNBfcyd6sqHf2Y7UKT7LVaSe9qJeor60nLvOIZLVOju96PZhF_AH-V5wQDyU6nNPMyKnrkCGoEegIxvVaRHJFZfPEJFqAV07XDKpDYlChpCzQTHOM/s1600-h/DSC01252.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394383899112537906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV3CduJaAOKCI_RozSJqxFW-9COF7DNBfcyd6sqHf2Y7UKT7LVaSe9qJeor60nLvOIZLVOju96PZhF_AH-V5wQDyU6nNPMyKnrkCGoEegIxvVaRHJFZfPEJFqAV07XDKpDYlChpCzQTHOM/s320/DSC01252.JPG" /></a>So, I was recently nominated as the most slacker blogger (thanks Katie :), and I have to say that it's probably kind of true. It's not that there isn't anything to report, it's just mostly sad news, so I try to stay away from talking about it! But a quick recap anyway...<br /><br />Ryan is still looking for a job. I gotta say, the Lord is very interested in testing us right now. We never EVER saw this coming. Eight long years of school (and he's not even a doctor or lawyer or anything!) and this is what it comes to. His parent's basement is nice, and honestly we can't complain about free rent, but we have a new problem arising. We have no room for another baby, and it's coming fast. The living room is cluttered like you wouldn't believe. All of Bella's clothes and shoes and everything are shoved into our room, and she sleeps in the office in a corner. This is all fine and dandy, but I have no room for another one! Yes, a tiny little baby can fit anywhere, but where do you put all the clothes, diapers, and all the other junk that comes along with a baby?? Needless to say, this is what I think about at 7:00 am when I can't sleep anymore. My car is also having some serious problems . Now, normally, this wouldn't be a big deal because we have two cars. We're not so spoiled that we think we need that. The problem lies in the fact that we cannot go anywhere as a family in our second car. Stupid Mini! So if my car up and croaks one day, we'll really be stuck. There are a whole slew of other things going on that I won't get in to, but needless to say, we're stressed. But Ryan is still looking and trying hard. He's studying like crazy to pass this second test in December. He's pretty ready for it, he's just worried that all the extra time is going to mess him up. Because of the economy, companies are really not that interested in anyone without at least two tests, so hopefully a passing grade in December will make for a better job outlook for him.<br /><div><div><div><div><br /><div>On a happier note, my little baby is turning 2!! And she's not a baby anymore! I can't believe how much she's grown up in the last couple months. I'm happy, because I'm gonna need a big helper in a couple weeks here, but it's sad, too! And stressful. She wants to be a big girl about everything. She wants to sit on a regular chair, which as those of you with small children know, that makes a big mess. And those of you who know me well know that I don't deal with messes very well. So I'm working on calming down! She wants to climb up and down the stairs on her feet. This is all good and well in the house, cause if she falls, it might hurt, but at least it's carpet. But she wants to do it on the stairs outside down to our door. I don't worry about her going up, she's pretty good at it. But coming down is scary. I'm always paranoid she's gonna fall down and crack her head open on the concrete. And I think she wants to start using the potty. AAAHHHH!! I was just gonna wait until after the baby, because it's definitely not something I need to deal with right now. But yesterday, she was yelling at me about changing her diaper. When I went to get a new diaper, she threw a fit and ran into the bathroom pointing at the toilet. So I took off her old diaper and sat her up on the toilet. It was pretty funny because I don't think she realized how big it really was and she was a little freaked out. But she reached for toilet paper, wiped, and threw it in the toilet. (she didn't actually go to the bathroom, just kind of pretended). Then we got off and she happily let me put a new diaper on. Then today, when I went to get her from the daycare at the gym, they told me that she took her diaper off and went into the bathroom. They had tried to page me but I didn't hear it. So she was just walking around with no diaper on! She's definitely interested! But she's gonna have to wait a couple months. I just don't have the energy for potty training right now! But she's growing up and we still have such a blast with her. Ryan and I are grateful every day for the tender mercy that she is. With a lot of things to be stressed and complain about, she certainly brightens our lives. She makes me laugh a hundred times every day, and I'm so excited to have another one. So, we can't afford to feed them, and if it weren't for my sisters and sister-in-law, we would have a hard time clothing them, but man they are so worth it! We celebrated her birthday with my family last week when we all got together for dinner, then we celebrated with Ryan's family last night. I don't have a lot of pictures from last night because Ryan's dad was doing the picture taking while I took some video on our camera. It was so fun to see her so excited about opening presents! It only took her one or two to get the hang of it! </div><div> </div><div>So, congrats to anyone who has stuck out this blog post thus far! I guess I should blog more often so it doesn't get so long! But I probably won't again until after the baby. I will post lots of pictures of him when he comes. I have officially scheduled a VBAC, for those of you who have been wondering about my decision. What they do is break my water, then give me just little doses of patossin (sp?) to try to get labor started. They can't do full doses because it increases your chance of a uterin rupture, which is a bad thing! So, if labor progresses okay, we will hopefully have a successful VBAC. If it doesn't, it will be another c-section and that will be the method of choice from now on. What will it be, what will it be? Anyone wanna make this interesting and make bets?? Anyway, I hope this is a sufficient post for my lack thereof! Hopefully over the next couple months I'll have happier news to share!</div></div></div></div></div><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyh5VOS3OvfzVHMg0OPo-U4UEXdlDDu9UMgK33R4eiPqWUfgpoV0ENsQxf5Zdu5KNjC6q6qVzcW9BpmJWubKA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwAsLqOJFMqcDnUmy1hjvQBbnfkiLNmPqY56lg8ZkuePl0kna5AMCbnx0d6Pbt3hK-IwysJeF1ZSo3jI4e5Vg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>The Jubbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10651164001683916763noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767960167663201666.post-91489484479874945932009-08-27T21:05:00.005-06:002009-08-27T21:15:41.341-06:00Lady GagaWell, I recorded this special for my sister, Terra, so I have to text her and tell her to look at it. You'd better look at it, Terra! But I couldn't figure out how to get it to her. It was too big for an email, and I couldn't get Facebook to let me post a video... Grrrrrr. So here it is for everyone to see!! This is Bella's impression of Lady Gaga!<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx0JNVlBg2C3QmvGm7tb5FFB6j79ArKxFi3G3DVqy7XrKV-zJAaddSV4gaO57wCoxp_01lrrnboKijbT3AImA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>The Jubbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10651164001683916763noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767960167663201666.post-49232756536615483842009-08-19T18:19:00.005-06:002009-08-19T18:33:29.617-06:00It's official...I could only hold it off for so long. I knew it would come sooner or later. It was bound to happen, even after the attempt at hot wheels and monster trucks... I have a little girl! She got all dressed up today and scooted around in her way-too-big plastic high heels all morning. And yes, she was scooting. Walking in shoes like that requires careful precision that only a female can pull off. <div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371836138437811490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRIOwytl8ZGX2lGWxjaZF5BtOZwdBhP5exQkU3NzyiwGoGvsyjRtMNmzrVZpN5Jx7UFVMu9ZKr_h3i6cII4GNgtf18hrg77Uobfh5T0tsSsxUr1fyT6A9DQe_bEI4YTvvuTetcxTWshl50/s320/DSC01149.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371836148218435474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrPTLfu_93TyBqP6Fz-ZFnMdtm0uFJw_-U2NOURG6j2lRgBcT9qQsdk8b2-FLYh-auvz1CsSG5nEA_aMv2ONr2myineK35Szn7Ud3dAE5kqeErXUyIKch5_IFLsZLTI6c8XPNytnAaHWtu/s320/DSC01150.JPG" border="0" />And by the way, we really did try hot wheels and monster trucks. She loves those, too, but I think we've found a new addiction. Welcome, me, to the world of dress-ups! And just in time for her baby brother. Oh the pictures we will have.</div></div></div>The Jubbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10651164001683916763noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767960167663201666.post-61426842227738884972009-08-04T17:30:00.003-06:002009-08-04T18:07:29.541-06:00Our Summer VacationHa, you all thought I was going to be posting about some great summer vacation we had! Well, you are wrong! Both of our families took great summer vacations. My family went to a reunion of sorts on my mom's side in Northern California and Ryan's family went to Disneyland and other attractions around there. We wanted to go so badly, cause we could really use a vacation, but a few things hindered us. Ryan doesn't have any more vacation time, so getting work off would have been difficult. We also decided that we didn't want to travel anywhere in my car without A/C and we don't really fit in Ryan's car for a vacation. So we had a little vacation of our own. We went all the way to... Park City!! We went last Saturday and decided to have some fun for the summer. I know, contain your excitement! But we did have some fun. It was super crowded because the Arts Festival was going on, which we didn't know. We didn't really get to do a lot of what we wanted to because it was so crowded and busy that things went very slowly. But I got new spin shoes at the outlet malls. That was exciting for me! And of course, we had to stop at the chocolate store and get chocolate. So we had a little day of fun, and I guess that will have to suffice as our summer vacation! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366263933398006594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbcYHwRPKH5JwaJCCxPhVpTzpoH4GFo1Gl1mEO4UTxgR12kj9_MW73ZqCxpZvRVf1InMjtmOZUgIXlUknTNiaK04hvMsx756IhA2ziptD6JXVw6ykgqMNGRBoz3hFwbYJVqux6SdxkTie0/s320/DSC01116.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366263944764931330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpOIkauAsXJ56yHSeq4FxXnbeEpX-hoYtLgf09oExyAbBs9dpTOIh1SVKYPwxAYriR8qq1MWgqRir5eMalo6y5snyc3u8WI1T447je9UbxcD_kr2HLQFWBmuVnFIseHsjdn-5iIJbGqYe3/s320/DSC01119.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366263957143847938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiqiUsSid8eh7jszVVppfgRk83px18TFUbPjJ0onQ5k5fqR0LCY3P8m5jqAsKgUF0h-qfuzu9O1yg1C7iGEy0xloGkANtpWTPFfxdVKK-TqnCbzbwbhtZWmHvFOnv6ORVOhgHrKRUNuUvQ/s320/DSC01123.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366263977011516498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYxCWZBok7qvvI9Lx9MAIwggpKGJcovkvObTiJogtiInJBCZpponQQK7IpY5r9q1AV6HqeT-AL0nmexv442fn-TfZmwX-Wmd6oAHFxIzaaRMWF6DzeT7aPwMntLLKEMg4aMr0zv_jOwZMI/s320/DSC01124.JPG" border="0" />We also had our first "oh shoot, where did we leave piggy experience". Because of the Arts Festival, we had to park really far away and then shuttle in. When we got back to our car that night, we realized that piggy was no longer with us. Bella had been so into her sucker, she had set him down somewhere and we all forgot about him. I was physically ill driving all the way back to Main Street because I'm just not ready to lose him yet (and I don't think Bella is yet either!). But thank heavens, I ran back into the bookstore we had been in and there he was, just lying on the floor. I think his feelings were really hurt because he was forgotten!<br /><div><div><div><div><div> </div><div>And, I will just mention dinner with the girls, cause it was really fun! It was so good to see everyone. I only just mention because most of the people that read my blog were at the dinner! But, we got a picture, taken by the cute little busser at the restaraunt that didn't speak english and had apparantly not used a lot of cameras!! So, that's all I have. I'm just trying to keep up on my posts so that people don't nag me about it! :)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366263986957952770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid1lOMjBFLbjFqNyr4dEshvIIy_OWaW6h25j9EqO_ZPFzUyorVFoU7uSo6BrxR1Br7e4DBqMAScr3fVWvoxq1amTfqb1CihWotgpfFhpQUxgAvYQus_dALaWKnrhqlraGUqe2AseVG4rka/s320/DSC01126.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div>The Jubbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10651164001683916763noreply@blogger.com1