tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70262716952731016052024-03-13T01:00:54.803-07:00Mitchell FamilyYet another medium to brag about our beautiful children....Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-47714848224662545422010-05-13T17:25:00.000-07:002010-05-17T09:16:28.813-07:00Glad he is TWO!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S--FyCRVOUI/AAAAAAAABSc/Qd5v6VFOG9w/s1600/P6275285.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471739166927960386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S--FyCRVOUI/AAAAAAAABSc/Qd5v6VFOG9w/s400/P6275285.JPG" /></a><br /><div>I have been dreading this cute little chubby turning two for weeks now. Monday all of that changed. Brandon had a last minute business trip down to LA. and airfare was cheap so we tagged along. My brother and sister in-law had just their first baby so we thought we would make a quick surprise visit. While hubs was busy with work we spent some time at Nana and Papa's house. Monday morning the boys and I had just finished breakfast. We then went out to the guest house to get ready for the day. The boys sat down and started to play. I walked into the bathroom to lay things out for our showers. I realized I had forgotten to tell my Father in law what our plans were for the day. I ran back to the house. We had talked for about a minute when he said "hey the water in the pool is moving". We both looked at each other and ran. Nothing can describe the horror I felt when I ran to the pool and saw my sweet baby floating face down in the pool. I screamed and jumped in-- it felt like a long time before I could reach him. Once we were out of the pool I heard him cry (thankfully). I was crying harder then he was. Evan is fine. We caught him in time. I think he was in the water for maybe a minute. (I was gone for two) He was able to unlock two doors and push open a very sticky door! Tricky boy. This pool has been on my list ever since Ryan was born almost 5 years ago. I'm always very cautious with the boys when we are around it. It really does take just a minute for a baby to slip in the water. We think he may have tried to float his rubber duck in the pool and fell in. He was playing with that duck in anticipation of his shower. Ryan noticed the duck floating near the spot I had pulled him out. I realize we are very lucky. I'm very grateful for this. I'm not sure I'm the type of person that could have recovered from losing a child. We celebrated his birthday TODAY! Last year we waited until Ryan's a couple of weeks later and did it together. When Evan woke up this morning Ryan and I sang him happy birthday. He clapped at the end and then said "cake?". Too funny. We asked him what kind of cake he wanted the answer was "blue". So we baked a cake and frosted it with blue frosting. Evan was by my side the entire time I was making the frosting asking for licks. I think he basically filled up on frosting for dinner. I was just thankful he was actually celebrating a second birthday! </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>So now when Evan shoves EIGHT CD's into the ONE CD player in the car I laugh.</div><div></div><div></div><div>When he pulls off his diaper and pees on my carpet, I count to 8 (his favorite number) and pull out the carpet cleaner. </div><div></div><div></div><div>When he climbs up on the island and takes a bite out of every apple, I shake my head and move on.</div><div></div><div></div><div>When he wakes me up by banging on head.....I scoop all 30 plus pounds of him and tickle him till he screams "POP! POP!" (Stop)</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Evan is a typical toddler boy in to everything and doing everything at once. Ryan was too....so I felt like I could handle anything these boys tossed my way. I always thought I was super vigilant.... I must be losing my touch. </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-79839774960371290422010-04-05T13:36:00.000-07:002010-04-11T00:31:49.366-07:00Easter 2010Baskets.........<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pUMYOoIyI/AAAAAAAABPk/W0xA0_LNf8g/s1600/easter2010+015.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456766470151742242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pUMYOoIyI/AAAAAAAABPk/W0xA0_LNf8g/s400/easter2010+015.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div><p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pKYI3HbWI/AAAAAAAABNk/UWjtbB5yHy0/s1600/easter2010+002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 347px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456755677068750178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pKYI3HbWI/AAAAAAAABNk/UWjtbB5yHy0/s400/easter2010+002.JPG" /></a>Bunnies....<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pTzDAEquI/AAAAAAAABPc/ZhTUN87lLy8/s1600/easter2010+012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456766034956823266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pTzDAEquI/AAAAAAAABPc/ZhTUN87lLy8/s400/easter2010+012.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pKY80GqRI/AAAAAAAABN0/aXWSHjZq87Q/s1600/easter2010+014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456755691014760722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pKY80GqRI/AAAAAAAABN0/aXWSHjZq87Q/s400/easter2010+014.JPG" /></a> The Hunt....<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pL5NTQXLI/AAAAAAAABPE/_SN_NoBuZNk/s1600/easter2010+031.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456757344707828914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pL5NTQXLI/AAAAAAAABPE/_SN_NoBuZNk/s400/easter2010+031.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pXnKsABiI/AAAAAAAABQU/wki8gjB6Iqs/s1600/easter2010+038.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456770228908197410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pXnKsABiI/AAAAAAAABQU/wki8gjB6Iqs/s400/easter2010+038.JPG" /></a> Evan dropped his pail first thing, he spent the rest of the time running for the nearest egg and stopping to eat the goods.<br /></p><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pXmrLzZ-I/AAAAAAAABQM/Hi66aCbH_eE/s1600/easter2010+030.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456770220451653602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pXmrLzZ-I/AAAAAAAABQM/Hi66aCbH_eE/s400/easter2010+030.JPG" /></a> Egg dying 101 by Ryan....he had a running <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">commentary</span> the whole time!<br /><p><u><span style="color:#0066cc;"></span></u><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pLQh46KpI/AAAAAAAABO8/rN7sH2krqoY/s1600/easter2010+158.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456756645859830418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pLQh46KpI/AAAAAAAABO8/rN7sH2krqoY/s400/easter2010+158%20%20%20%3Ca%20href=" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pVGZTKTUI/AAAAAAAABPs/xD1HRYJh2bM/s1600/easter2010+156.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456767466871606594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pVGZTKTUI/AAAAAAAABPs/xD1HRYJh2bM/s400/easter2010+156.JPG" /></a> Egg Dying when you are one. First taste the dye..... (his was water)<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pLAQ5regI/AAAAAAAABOM/mIVew9ENgJ0/s1600/easter2010+099.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456756366421752322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pLAQ5regI/AAAAAAAABOM/mIVew9ENgJ0/s400/easter2010+099.JPG" /></a> Stop and peel eggs before dying. Throw peeled egg on floor and eat shell.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pVHmSsSMI/AAAAAAAABQE/FkN3j8YW1YM/s1600/easter2010+105.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456767487539169474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pVHmSsSMI/AAAAAAAABQE/FkN3j8YW1YM/s400/easter2010+105.JPG" /></a> </p></div></div></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-91965516082762833922010-02-26T08:42:00.001-08:002010-02-26T14:16:44.487-08:00Precious!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S4hINMezyEI/AAAAAAAABLg/TidplbzHbLI/s1600-h/25415_105132089508038_100000337428272_128829_6554379_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442679541203191874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S4hINMezyEI/AAAAAAAABLg/TidplbzHbLI/s400/25415_105132089508038_100000337428272_128829_6554379_n.jpg" /></a><br /><div>This little beauty is the newest member of our family. Meet Ainslie-- my sister Tiffany's first baby. How cute is that face? Too bad she is so far away. I want to smell her newborn goodness<br /><br /></div><div><div style="Z-INDEX: 50; POSITION: absolute; WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 45px; TOP: 30px; LEFT: 0px" id="tag"><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p><br /><a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/" target="_blank"><br /><br /></a></p></div></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-8795843233437219302010-02-19T21:29:00.000-08:002010-02-19T22:19:44.342-08:00New RuleSo..... as a parent I'm ALWAYS switching up the routine.... Dinner time is now 4:00pm for these two members of our family. They still get up really early and play HARD all day. Waiting until Dad comes for a "nice family
<br />dinner" is no longer an option! They are too hungry and tired to wait. I wish I would have figured this out a long time ago. Evenings are a snap now. When Dad comes home I have them in jammie's with teeth brushed. Dad reads stories (translation: wrestles with them and hangs out) He then finishes up with prayers and tucks Ryan in. Meanwhile I get to cook the <em>rest of dinner</em> in peace and quiet. I'm loving this. The kids are thriving on this. Their behavior has been tons better through out the day. Seriously.....parents of children 4 and under listen up. Feed kids early and take back your evenings! You will thank me.
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<br />Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-83848825602666823282010-02-03T15:44:00.000-08:002010-02-03T15:45:42.518-08:00Little Boys<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S2oKUrGaaaI/AAAAAAAABFY/zS51yGdwzyQ/s1600-h/P1107464.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S2oKUrGaaaI/AAAAAAAABFY/zS51yGdwzyQ/s400/P1107464.JPG" /></a> <br /><style type="text/css"><br />body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/Barefoot1copy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }<br /></style><br />Sometimes....I don't mind cleaning up all of the mess that comes with little boys! Both boys have loved eating <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">spaghetti</span> and chucking buckets of it on the floor. <div style="CLEAR: both"> </div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-46638405716805621552009-11-13T23:35:00.001-08:002009-11-20T00:40:17.228-08:00Happy 18 months<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SwZSOaMM1aI/AAAAAAAABCA/F5K7YUcYGOc/s1600/august+2009+014.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406098810206999970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SwZSOaMM1aI/AAAAAAAABCA/F5K7YUcYGOc/s400/august+2009+014.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Hello Nursery here he comes!!!! (SORRY) This picture is pure Evan, he HATES clothing..... He strips down as soon as we get home. He has figured out how to take off his diaper as well. He absolutely LOVES fruit. This picture is from this summer. I was busy packing for vacation so Evan helped himself to grapes off of the kitchen counter. I found him crouched behind the couch chowing down. I was still cutting his grapes in half then......(I have huge choking issues) looks like he was ready for the real deal! Happy 18 months my chubby naked grape eating baby!Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-555900551023118452009-11-12T21:40:00.000-08:002009-11-12T22:39:18.984-08:00Bad Mother....<span style="font-size:130%;">I thought I was doing everything right. I feed Evan nutritious food through out the day--paying special attention to his evening meal. I give him a nice warm bath dress him in clean warm pajamas. We brush teeth, read stories, pray and off to bed. WELL I say "off to bed" but that was really just a <em>phrase.</em> We usually had another 2-3 hours of screaming and general toddler destruction before he would pass out. UNLESS I loaded him up in the car for quick spin around the coast line.<br /><br />Needless to say I have been at my wits end! What to do what to DO!<br /><br />So last night was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">YW</span></span> in excellence. Brandon met me at the church to help set up the projector for the movie. Once it was set up I wanted him to take the boys home so they could get to bed. Well Brandon decided to stick around just in case there was some technical problem he might have to fix.<br /><br />Inside I was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">spazing</span></span> out because I can't really function with my kiddos around....the noise factor is really debilitating! Alas, I was conducting, speaking and wanted to make sure I spoke to half a dozen parents that aren't at church with their girls. So I had to stay focused! Long story short since the boys did not go home for dinner and bed they ate handfuls of sugar cookies.... for dinner! Gross I know. The night before they ate baked salmon brown rice and broccoli. Like I said I'm really crazy about what they eat. I think it manifests in behavior and sleep patterns etc.<br /><br />On the way home from church we stopped at Subway to grab some sandwiches I wanted to try and put something good in their tummy's before the long half hour ride home that would surly induce a solid sleep. Well...... McDonald's is right next door to Sub and Nana was just here teaching these boys about french fries. So I gave in and got them fries.... It was late I was tired. They stayed awake through the ride... Duh all of the sugar! Both were cranky and had no desire for baths and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">jammies</span></span>. So I put them straight to bed when we got home. No <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">jammies</span></span> (they had on sweat suits), no books, no teeth, I prayed. They seemed to enjoy being treated like feral children.<br /><br />So why does any of this matter?<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">EVAN SLEPT THROUGH THE NIGHT FOR THE FIRST TIME!!!!!! The day before his 18 month birthday. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I had a really good day today. I FELT like me again. I THOUGHT like me again. I CLEANED like me again. I did skip the library story time today..... because NOBODY woke up in time to get there.<br /><br /><br />So tonight we switched up the routine. No baths. We did teeth. Very quick story. Prayer.<br /><br />Dinner was a mixed bag. I offered chicken, tangerines, cucumbers, and a roll. All of that was thrown on the floor. So I gave up. Evan ran to the fridge later and after a few grunts and points he picked out OJ. Odd.... my kids hate juice. Whatever, I gave it to him and he drank it. I offered him some cheese crackers to go with it-- he obliged me and ate them. I'm <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">hoping</span> I can get this feral child parenting down to a science....you know so I can write a book. Fingers crossed for sleep tonight!!!!</span>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-74265633151970054502009-11-04T22:46:00.001-08:002009-11-10T10:40:38.567-08:00Grateful for Italian Grandmothers!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SvUiUitWG7I/AAAAAAAABAo/MXAiShQBam4/s1600-h/P9176456.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 366px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401261064410504114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SvUiUitWG7I/AAAAAAAABAo/MXAiShQBam4/s400/P9176456.JPG" /></a><br />My in-laws are here for a visit! I'm in heaven, the kids are in heaven! They play with the kiddos ....and I get to SLEEP! I don't have to worry about anything when they come. Grandma does the cooking, cleaning, and diapers! With the schedule that Brandon has kept the last few years I have done everything on my own 24-7.....so getting a breather every now and then is a welcome change. Evan cracks me up! He LOVES his Nana. We talk with her on the computer about three times a week and he wants to talk to her on the phone all the time. There is a lady at church that reminds him of Nana--<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">every time</span> he sees her he screams "NANA". He just thinks about Nana all the time!<br /><br />My boys are such mommas boys. When Nana comes to town all that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">changes</span>. This trip it seems Mom and Nana are <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">intercgangable</span>. Evan <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">climbed</span> up next to Nana on the recliner with the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Boppy</span> and his blanket and made the sign for milk--he wanted Nana to NURSE him! She laughed and told him she <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">didn't</span> have any milk. He looked her in the eyes grabbed her shirt and looked down the top and signed for milk again! Oh, if only Italian grandma could take over <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">EVERYTHING</span>!Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-81277703967199627232009-11-03T07:16:00.000-08:002009-11-06T22:45:30.782-08:00So suite<span style="font-size:130%;">We joined Brandon in Portland this week while he was away for business. Ryan loves to stay in hotels and I can always find an excuse to do a little shopping in Portland! (unfortunately that did NOT happen this time....) It's funny the little things you become thankful for when you stop and ponder on each day. As a general rule staying even <strong>ONE</strong> night in a hotel with <strong><em>my</em></strong> two boys just about does me in! If I may enlighten you....there is the constant breaking away and running (clomping) down the hallway. Not to mention dismantling the phones the TV remotes, tossing the couch cushions, playing in the trash cans, and unraveling the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">TP</span>. When they are finished the room ALWAYS looks like somebody has robbed the place! I try my best to prevent them from disturbing the neighboring floors of slumbering guests. I'm not sure if I accomplished that this time as Evan has mastered the one year old high pitched shriek!<br /><br /><br /><br />I was so thankful for our hotel adventure this time around because I got a break! Yes, the kids still tore the place up..... I just really enjoyed <strong>NOT</strong> having boxes everywhere! We have been living out of and digging through boxes since February. We wanted to have a better chance of selling quickly in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Klamath</span> so we depersonalized and pack up a TON of kid stuff.<br /><br /><br /><br />Highlights of the day: The boys experiencing room service, Ryan kept asking the waiter if his name was "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Gusteau</span>". (Ratatouille) so the guy kept telling Ryan "oh no, I'm just a waiter" to which Ryan replied oh I'm sorry maybe <em>someday</em> you can be a chef! I used to be Ryan's favorite chef. He now tells me I'm almost as good a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Gusteau</span>.<br /><br /><br />Evan falling a sleep curled up on my chest ( he has not done that in months.) We sure love that little chubby!<br /><br />The whole family watched Glenn Beck sitting in bed...well WE sat the boys jumped! They fell asleep in our arms--so sweet.</span>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-78339119139917038022009-11-02T17:01:00.000-08:002009-11-02T17:30:56.690-08:00Thanks x 2<div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"> FOUND!<br /><br />About three weeks ago I misplaced my wedding rings! I was distraught and have torn the house apart searching for them. I finally found them today! I'm always careful with them and put them up high in a REALLY safe place......I just could not for the life of me <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">remember</span> where that was.</span><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm so thankful that I found them. My hand felt so bare the last few weeks with out them. I'm not big on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">jewelry</span> but have cherished those rings for obvious reasons. Brandon really went out of his way to find rings that fit my taste and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">personality</span>. I loved them the minute he surprised me with them. I could not bring myself to even tell him that I had lost them the first week. I knew we could never replace <em><strong>those </strong></em>rings. They were one of kind estate rings. Not something that we could run out to Kay's or whoever and order <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">XYZ</span>......</span> </div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-27140859426449187932009-11-01T22:38:00.000-08:002009-11-01T23:16:16.038-08:00A Month of Thanks<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">We have been trying to instill in our boys an attitude of thanks and gratitude. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">The goal for this month: <em><strong>Recognizing</strong></em> blessings and giving thanks! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Today the whole family gave thanks for "falling back"! We appreciated the "feeling" of having extra time this morning. Everybody came home from church today and indulged in the Sunday nap. I woke up on my OWN! No kiddos prying my eyes open, no kiddos jumping on my chest, no frantic crying!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">There is NOTHING like a 3 hour <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">uninterrupted</span> nap!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm a new woman.</span></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-11940050417718299522009-10-31T08:17:00.001-07:002009-11-02T18:02:14.747-08:00Happy Halloween<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su1CBo6l8uI/AAAAAAAAA_I/bzDbuh0XlWg/s1600-h/halloween+163.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 397px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399044124217570018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su1CBo6l8uI/AAAAAAAAA_I/bzDbuh0XlWg/s400/halloween+163.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Evan had a really good time at the ward party this year! He does not get a lot of sweets at home......but made up for it today! This ward had more sweets then I have ever seen at a ward party before. Both boys thoroughly enjoyed the cupcake walk, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">carmel</span></span> apples,candy bingo (so cute) and "trunk or treating" which turned into classroom treating because of the rain. I had to bring Evan to the restroom twice tonight to wash off the frosting, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">carmel</span></span>, cake, etc.<br /><br />Evan loves the "baby in the mirror" and the one inside of the stove, the glass back door, and the fridge. I should know this by now but what age do they discover "self"? He spends a good deal of time offering the baby in the stove drinks from his cups and "kisses" the baby at the back door at least ten times a day! So funny.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su1B1UEUFAI/AAAAAAAAA_A/2FrsJrP8YTU/s1600-h/halloween+160.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399043912462767106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su1B1UEUFAI/AAAAAAAAA_A/2FrsJrP8YTU/s400/halloween+160.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su1BuANBI4I/AAAAAAAAA-4/S6-72fo_IQM/s1600-h/halloween+155.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 318px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399043786871481218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su1BuANBI4I/AAAAAAAAA-4/S6-72fo_IQM/s400/halloween+155.JPG" /></a><br /><br />I get so nostalgic when I see Evan wear the same little outfits that Ry wore at this age. At least it has held up! Not bad for $4.99 from the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Albertson's</span></span> clearance rack!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su1BlmGosZI/AAAAAAAAA-w/Wl2CjrxSjag/s1600-h/halloween+142.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 376px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399043642426438034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su1BlmGosZI/AAAAAAAAA-w/Wl2CjrxSjag/s400/halloween+142.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su1BakshsHI/AAAAAAAAA-o/QkcoVx8XYKE/s1600-h/halloween+051.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 224px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399043453069930610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su1BakshsHI/AAAAAAAAA-o/QkcoVx8XYKE/s400/halloween+051.JPG" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div></div><div>Woke up bright and early......<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su1BR_8fHfI/AAAAAAAAA-g/fzmP7u6nTAs/s1600-h/halloween+056.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 248px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399043305765805554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su1BR_8fHfI/AAAAAAAAA-g/fzmP7u6nTAs/s400/halloween+056.JPG" /></a><br /><br />This one did too...armed with his treasure chest that he <em><strong>needed</strong></em> "trick or treats" in. It's funny that he calls it that instead of just <strong>candy</strong>.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su1BKIRjf4I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Fnj7IBq9iuA/s1600-h/halloween+102.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399043170562703234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su1BKIRjf4I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Fnj7IBq9iuA/s400/halloween+102.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su1BBiTjqFI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/9mcMJyorHhY/s1600-h/halloween+104.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399043022931601490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su1BBiTjqFI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/9mcMJyorHhY/s400/halloween+104.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su1A5zt9hxI/AAAAAAAAA-I/kD4nQrjQVj4/s1600-h/halloween+113.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399042890166798098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su1A5zt9hxI/AAAAAAAAA-I/kD4nQrjQVj4/s400/halloween+113.JPG" /></a></div><div><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su0nkbwRx1I/AAAAAAAAA8I/lIR7vYqvopM/s1600-h/halloween+123.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 261px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399015035166115666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su0nkbwRx1I/AAAAAAAAA8I/lIR7vYqvopM/s400/halloween+123.JPG" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong>Pirate 2009</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Ryan has been talking about being a pirate for Halloween for months! He cracked me up as we talked about what he thought a pirate costume was. I was able to talk him OUT of the PIRATE SHIP, TALKING PARROT, & HOOK HAND.....we then <em>agreed</em> on general pirate attire and a treasure chest that he could use to put his "trick or treats" in. </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">So I made a plan for him and I to stop at Goodwill the next time we were in Portland. We would then look for clothes that I could customize and make "pirate-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">ish</span></span>". Ryan adds <em><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">ish</span></span></em> to EVERYTHING these days. The day we went to Portland we ended up <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">stoping</span> at Costco first. While we were there Brandon found this great pirate costume! I was super excited. I love making Ryan little outfits.....but I knew with my impending new calling and a baby who still wakes at night this was just what I needed. Besides it was super cheap! We added a little wooden case that looked enough like a treasure chest to him and we were done! Thanks again Brad for finding these cute little pirate togs. </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">As I uploaded these picture I was a little taken back</span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> by how grown up Ry looks. Gone are the baby curls, chubby cheeks, and short little toddler legs. Where does the time go? </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">This was just last year.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su0pQKbzGxI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/3tPIqNKDC7s/s1600-h/41+Months.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 304px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399016885942688530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su0pQKbzGxI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/3tPIqNKDC7s/s400/41+Months.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Popeye 2008</strong><br /><br />I think I scored big Mom points that year! Some how I was able to get around to sewing a costume that year even though I was <strong>so sleep deprived!</strong> Ryan LOVED that little Popeye outfit. He had so much fun trick or treating for the first time.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su0xtw4EO1I/AAAAAAAAA84/16SVBbbmzHY/s1600-h/29+Months.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399026190571027282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su0xtw4EO1I/AAAAAAAAA84/16SVBbbmzHY/s400/29+Months.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Clown 2007<br /></strong><br />Ryan sporting the very same clown costume that Brandon wore as a toddler. Brandon's Mom made this darling little costume and then saved it all these years!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su0pYT68dZI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/TW4Sbw0zCO0/s1600-h/29+Months.jpg"></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su0pdznoDlI/AAAAAAAAA8g/yj9ooFdUvx0/s1600-h/17+Months.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399017120336449106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su0pdznoDlI/AAAAAAAAA8g/yj9ooFdUvx0/s400/17+Months.jpg" /></a><br /><strong>Pumpkin 2006<br /></strong><br />My little precious pumpkin.....wow this was a simple time! Ryan had just started sleeping through the night. My house was immaculate once he went to bed....and stayed clean. This is <strong>NOT</strong> the case now! The new "precious pumpkin" is just as big or bigger whirlwind then Ryan was.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su0plOmKB4I/AAAAAAAAA8o/-ukysaGrykA/s1600-h/5+Months+(2).JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 364px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399017247837128578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su0plOmKB4I/AAAAAAAAA8o/-ukysaGrykA/s400/5+Months+(2).JPG" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Pea Pod 2005</strong><br /><br />Classic first baby. Did I really dress up a 5 month old and take pictures? Oh yes I did! I dress these kids up and take pictures. What can I say.......? I have <strong>FIVE</strong> brothers who DELIGHTED in decapitating, burying, and generally trashing <strong><em>any</em></strong> dolls I owned. Whatever, these "dolls" are better then cabbage patch babies any day.</div></div></div></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-74783893002971151432009-10-28T22:02:00.001-07:002009-10-28T22:05:37.970-07:00Did you get yours?<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SukimOXsgUI/AAAAAAAAA5w/6duJKBaUQ2s/s1600-h/Obamas+prize.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397883668468105538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SukimOXsgUI/AAAAAAAAA5w/6duJKBaUQ2s/s400/Obamas+prize.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-82227749571483595012009-10-24T00:39:00.001-07:002009-10-25T20:53:53.291-07:00I Missed Klamath Falls this week..............NEVER thought I would say that!<br /><br />Allow me to clarify.<br /><br /><strong>Reason #1</strong> My boys LOVED having a big fenced yard with lots of grass to run on. Without that they get a little stir crazy!<br /><br /><strong>Reason # 2</strong> My boys loved walking to the park across the street from our house. I was game because I only had to keep them from darting into traffic on a walk for about 5 minutes. Huge plus for two very independent boys!<br /><br /><strong>Reason #</strong> 3 Uh...... looks like that's it!<br /><br /><br />Luckily we have found a much better <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">alternative</span>. We have visited the beach about 3-4 times a week since moving here to the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Tillamook</span> area. We are still renting the house in Oceanside so we are very close to two really great beaches. When it gets nutty around here I load up these <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">rascals</span> and 5 <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">minutes</span> later we are all in sand heaven. The only draw back for me is my housework suffers. When we lived in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Klamath</span> I could stand in the kitchen and cook, clean etc. and still keep an eye on them. At least our beach outings force me to take a break and dig in the sand.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SuKwHEGwlBI/AAAAAAAAA5I/ZcECBmnqZrY/s1600-h/Pirate+Beach+(9).JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396068938950939666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SuKwHEGwlBI/AAAAAAAAA5I/ZcECBmnqZrY/s400/Pirate+Beach+(9).JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SuKwCL8aNDI/AAAAAAAAA5A/k7ih88pb3a4/s1600-h/Pirate+Beach+(8).JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396068855155668018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SuKwCL8aNDI/AAAAAAAAA5A/k7ih88pb3a4/s400/Pirate+Beach+(8).JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SuKv8zoUckI/AAAAAAAAA44/0dqOsBv8e78/s1600-h/Pirate+Beach+(7).JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396068762729607746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SuKv8zoUckI/AAAAAAAAA44/0dqOsBv8e78/s400/Pirate+Beach+(7).JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SuKv3R9EyHI/AAAAAAAAA4w/XbQqhO0m9xI/s1600-h/Pirate+Beach+(6).JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396068667790510194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SuKv3R9EyHI/AAAAAAAAA4w/XbQqhO0m9xI/s400/Pirate+Beach+(6).JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SuKvxAKvlqI/AAAAAAAAA4o/0Z5EfgIfRak/s1600-h/Pirate+Beach+(5).JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396068559936788130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SuKvxAKvlqI/AAAAAAAAA4o/0Z5EfgIfRak/s400/Pirate+Beach+(5).JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SuKvq0eGe4I/AAAAAAAAA4g/oqMLdR7jqnM/s1600-h/Pirate+Beach+(4).JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 331px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396068453717539714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SuKvq0eGe4I/AAAAAAAAA4g/oqMLdR7jqnM/s400/Pirate+Beach+(4).JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SuKvlfEPfDI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/ZOk_8vupdYs/s1600-h/Pirate+Beach+(3).JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 361px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396068362072587314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SuKvlfEPfDI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/ZOk_8vupdYs/s400/Pirate+Beach+(3).JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SuKvf3pwJ5I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/WaHyXwp7wKk/s1600-h/Pirate+Beach+(2).JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396068265593153426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SuKvf3pwJ5I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/WaHyXwp7wKk/s400/Pirate+Beach+(2).JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SuKvZDFmFUI/AAAAAAAAA4I/jLa3EPfd4DI/s1600-h/Pirate+Beach.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396068148403639618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SuKvZDFmFUI/AAAAAAAAA4I/jLa3EPfd4DI/s400/Pirate+Beach.JPG" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-61359544522111780752009-10-09T21:27:00.001-07:002009-10-16T20:53:20.973-07:00Dear GracoDo you think you could manufacture a infant seat with a <strong>HANDLE</strong> that I could use past 30lbs........? PLEASE!!<br /><br />Taking Evan anywhere requires him to be snoozing comfortably in his car seat. I'm not ready to give that up! I have a hard time <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">believing</span> I'm the <strong>only</strong> Mom out there who uses this to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">maintain</span> sanity!!!!!!!<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/StjfVwmii4I/AAAAAAAAA24/JOXDasrnipI/s1600-h/P7145400.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393306118692965250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/StjfVwmii4I/AAAAAAAAA24/JOXDasrnipI/s400/P7145400.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Stje2bAGm3I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/0Mv51IU03oY/s1600-h/P8136114.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 315px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393305580318661490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Stje2bAGm3I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/0Mv51IU03oY/s400/P8136114.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/StjaUiU-bWI/AAAAAAAAA14/3lSwvbn5ZB0/s1600-h/P7145400.JPG"></a></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-25546104572855608802009-10-09T00:21:00.000-07:002009-10-09T10:34:50.171-07:00Set up<span style="font-size:130%;">Evan is finally asleep..... I tried letting him "cry it out" again. This only produced a very upset little boy. (I'm now convinced this DOES NOT work for <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">certain</span> children)</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I set myself up for this. In the back of my mind I promised myself sleep when Evan reached 16 months.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">That's when Ryan started sleeping through the night (more often then not). That's when Ryan weaned himself.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">So here I am wondering how long this will last? I know all babies are different. The constant waking is wearing me down. The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">migraines,</span> the brain fog, the forgetfulness.....that's getting a little old. I now have <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">insomnia</span>. If I hear one more mother tell me about their baby that started sleeping through the night at 6 weeks...... I might lose it!</span>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-43473773981872751202009-10-04T21:01:00.001-07:002009-10-08T16:58:14.858-07:00Evan's Keeper<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Sslx_qJ8hRI/AAAAAAAAAxA/6KeXdx8PnjU/s1600-h/P8226393.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388963767587210514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Sslx_qJ8hRI/AAAAAAAAAxA/6KeXdx8PnjU/s400/P8226393.JPG" /></a><br />Ryan is very protective of Evan! He inherits this trait from me as I'm one of those annoying hovering Mothers..... I cut their food into pea size amounts forever! I freak out when they fall etc. We have baby gates on all three stair levels. (I had locks on every cupboard and door in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Klamath</span>) Every time we head to the beach Evan makes a bee line for the water. He really loves the crashing waves, cold water and the sand in his toes. Ryan lets him get so far and then runs after him and hauls him back. Evan only weighs about 15lbs less then Ry so it's not an easy task!<br /><br />I'm glad that these two get along so well. They laugh, giggle and chase each other all day long. Ryan always has an eye out for his baby brother. He still brings me things that he thinks we should put up so "Ev won't choke it". Ryan prays for help to "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">tect</span>" (protect) his brother. I laugh every time he says that because he is so articulate and has always said "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">tect</span>" instead of protect.<br /><br /><br />We enjoyed watching General Conference this weekend as a family. The spirit was felt by all. Ryan did pretty good and sat though about 2-3 talks per session. ( I bribed him with milk duds--kids have a really hard time talking with sticky <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Carmel's</span> in their mouths!) Evan found the box of milk duds later that night and crammed about 8 into his mouth at once.... I freaked when I found him--but he had such a huge grin on his face and was making his yum noise I snapped a picture instead.Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-62147312212987167032009-10-02T10:04:00.001-07:002009-10-14T15:45:30.342-07:00Hmmmmm.....My Dad sent me the following in an email. Too bad our children will suffer the most from this mess. I say this because I wonder if it's out of our hands to fix? Brad I and wonder all the time if our boys will grow up in the same America we grew up in?<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SsY0Cl9dh-I/AAAAAAAAAwI/41tOG9gUb_A/s1600-h/1934.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 325px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388051223349659618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SsY0Cl9dh-I/AAAAAAAAAwI/41tOG9gUb_A/s400/1934.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /><strong><br /><br />Can you believe it! This was in the paper in 1934...you can actually (barely) see the date in the bottom corner of the cartoon...Looking back can be a look forward...<br /><br />This amazing cartoon was in the Chicago Tribune in 1934. Look carefully at the plan Of action.<br /><br /><br />Remember the adage, "Those who do not remember the past are doomed to repeat it" .</strong></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-11205346549841017532009-04-30T16:53:00.001-07:002009-04-30T22:46:12.375-07:00Birdhouse Love<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Sfo874Ayo_I/AAAAAAAAAmk/dVSbtxfSWU4/s1600-h/Medford+Easter+109.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330640108292056050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Sfo874Ayo_I/AAAAAAAAAmk/dVSbtxfSWU4/s400/Medford+Easter+109.jpg" /></a> <div><span style="font-size:130%;">We finally took Ryan to Home Depot's kid's building workshop last month. Officially Home Depot set the starting age at 5 to attend. Since he looks 5 we thought what the heck. I wish I would have brought him sooner since it's not a really organized "workshop" as I had been led to believe. I could never picture Ryan sitting still for a step by step workshop on anything! It's really a free for all--for starters it's FREE, each child receives a Home Depot project apron and you dive in with your kiddo and put together prefab little wooden projects. Ryan had a really good time. As you can tell he is in love with the bird house that he and Dad built--could not take his eyes off of it! He kept asking Brad the rest of the day "lets do another project together". Needless to say they mowed the lawn together, ran errands, etc. Brad said later that night he has never been so exhausted when he said such a willing helper at his disposal! WELCOME to my world! This made up for the comment he made earlier in the week--"Babe, I think what your problem is, is goal setting just set a goal (s) each day and then focus on them until you get them done." He has lots of good one liners. The ones while I'm in labor and just home from the hospital with a newborn are just as priceless.<br /></span><div style="Z-INDEX: 50; POSITION: absolute; WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 45px; TOP: 30px; LEFT: 0px" id="tag"><br /><a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/" target="_blank"><br /></a></div></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-248078307506080282009-04-29T22:23:00.001-07:002009-04-30T16:52:08.030-07:00Teething Teething go away!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Sfk2b5xxQ_I/AAAAAAAAAmc/qz_rHAVy57k/s1600-h/Medford+Easter+162.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330351486963631090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Sfk2b5xxQ_I/AAAAAAAAAmc/qz_rHAVy57k/s400/Medford+Easter+162.jpg" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span >Evan is a problem solver.....he snagged a turkey drumstick off the dinner table the other night while I was cleaning up from dinner. He was fussy all day and then like magic there was SILENCE! He sat in his highchair and gnawed on that turkey bone for a good hour. This made for a very <em>easy</em> dinner by the way. Throw frozen turkey legs in crock pot, season and forget about them. Make a salad at 6:00 and eat!<br /><br /></span><br /></span></strong><div style="Z-INDEX: 50; POSITION: absolute; WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 45px; TOP: 30px; LEFT: 0px" id="tag"><br /><a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/" target="_blank"><br /><br /></a></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-55993021728708552122009-04-22T12:50:00.001-07:002009-11-13T23:22:50.822-08:00Easter 2009<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Se99RAZ-KMI/AAAAAAAAAmU/15XLibFMZbM/s1600-h/Medford+Easter+323.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327614615322765506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Se99RAZ-KMI/AAAAAAAAAmU/15XLibFMZbM/s400/Medford+Easter+323.jpg" /></a><br />Evan eating his new books<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Se98WVdwrKI/AAAAAAAAAmM/0If0byj9-AE/s1600-h/Medford+Easter+208.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327613607363521698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Se98WVdwrKI/AAAAAAAAAmM/0If0byj9-AE/s400/Medford+Easter+208.jpg" /></a><br />Easter morning the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Siamese</span> twins find <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">their</span> Easter baskets.<br />Evan is delighted! Ryan is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">mesmerized</span> by yet another Thomas.....<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Se97UIXYHWI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Kuy0MrmmwL0/s1600-h/Medford+Easter+431.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 364px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327612469975719266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Se97UIXYHWI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Kuy0MrmmwL0/s400/Medford+Easter+431.jpg" /></a><br />Ryan <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">dominated</span> the egg hunt.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Se96j7MJDRI/AAAAAAAAAl8/1NUYwYMf2c0/s1600-h/Medford+Easter+350.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327611641805212946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Se96j7MJDRI/AAAAAAAAAl8/1NUYwYMf2c0/s400/Medford+Easter+350.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />Dad and Ryan on Easter morning. Dad post call and tired</div><div>but <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">still</span> enjoying the sweetness of that morning. Our last</div><div>Easter in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Klamath</span></span>!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Se94Doq4MJI/AAAAAAAAAls/dvvbba6kKgk/s1600-h/Medford+Easter+264.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327608888054788242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Se94Doq4MJI/AAAAAAAAAls/dvvbba6kKgk/s400/Medford+Easter+264.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Evan finding the C<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">adbury</span></span> eggs.<br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Se95x3JQHLI/AAAAAAAAAl0/vC5lF0361O0/s1600-h/Medford+Easter+269.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327610781725891762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Se95x3JQHLI/AAAAAAAAAl0/vC5lF0361O0/s400/Medford+Easter+269.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Mom confiscating the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Cadbury</span></span> eggs.... Evan sure can pitch a fit!</div><div>Love the balled fists and hyper flexed feet!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Se92BwiSAhI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Xgq0bZ-ZSCc/s1600-h/Medford+Easter+423.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327606656783221266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Se92BwiSAhI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Xgq0bZ-ZSCc/s400/Medford+Easter+423.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />Evan "showing" his one egg to Ryan....<br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Se93Clz_cGI/AAAAAAAAAlk/ZN9m5nnwP-U/s1600-h/Medford+Easter+425.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327607770596208738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Se93Clz_cGI/AAAAAAAAAlk/ZN9m5nnwP-U/s400/Medford+Easter+425.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ryan</span></span> takes off with the egg.....</div><div>Evan trying to get his Easter egg back from Ryan.<br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Se91tuRUh-I/AAAAAAAAAk8/ZURNnzItm3s/s1600-h/Medford+Easter+195.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327606312577828834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Se91tuRUh-I/AAAAAAAAAk8/ZURNnzItm3s/s400/Medford+Easter+195.jpg" /></a><br /><br />I am powerless by those big blue eyes!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-82493046586301743322009-02-24T23:55:00.000-08:002009-02-25T01:20:52.612-08:00Missing the sunshine!This time last year we were "wintering" in the Caribbean. It was wonderful! I'm so ready to be done with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Klamath</span></span> Falls and SNOW/COLD/WIND! Brandon was doing an elective rotation at the University. It was lots of fun to see the island again. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Surprisingly</span> NOTHING with the island itself had changed! However, the university had tons of new buildings and even a SUBWAY! The church has now <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">established</span> a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">presence</span> there which was awesome to see. They have two chapels and have already outgrown them. It was really nice to attend church with "local" members and see missionaries <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">tracting</span></span> in the blazing heat! It was fun for Ryan to experience island life with us. He thoroughly enjoyed swimming everyday and living at the beach. This is a picture from our favorite beach. Ry was only 2 and half then....I thought he was so grown up. Poor kid, we always expect so much out of him because he has always been so verbal and intelligent. The other night I was on his case about something and Ryan looked up at me and said "<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"> jeez</span> Mom I'm just a kid! ".<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SaT5YLPp03I/AAAAAAAAAi0/T9kyrywNw30/s1600-h/Ryan+Dom+037.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SaT5YLPp03I/AAAAAAAAAi0/T9kyrywNw30/s400/Ryan+Dom+037.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><style type="text/css"><br />body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/Barefoot1copy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }<br /></style><br /><div id="tag" style="z-index: 50; left: 0px; width: 150px; position: absolute; top: 30px; height: 45px;"><br /><a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/" target="_blank"><br /><br /></a></div><div style="clear: both;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><br /></a></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-82878825906850319522009-02-20T15:27:00.000-08:002009-02-21T14:34:32.008-08:00Trying to be a fun Mom....<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SZ88aCQXszI/AAAAAAAAAiA/gU1BySBW1ls/s1600-h/P2032112.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SZ88aCQXszI/AAAAAAAAAiA/gU1BySBW1ls/s400/P2032112.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />What kid screams when you <em><strong>finally</strong></em> let them ride the train outside of the grocery store? Actually, Evan does this 24-7 now, unless I'm holding him....... He just went to the doctors for his nine month and SCREAMED the entire time. He did not need any immunizations--thankfully!<br /><br /><br />So...... my floors are dirty, laundry is piled up, the dishes sit until the end of the day (midnight) when Evan finally passes out in his swing. No such luck in the daytime, Ryan is just too LOUD. I keep the swing in the back bedroom in the daytime but Ryan always successfully wakes him up after about 5 minutes!<br /><br />Thankfully I can still CRAM him into that swing! Fisher Price really out did themselves when they invented the Papasan cradle swing. I passed them up when I had Ryan because they are UGLY, it screams " I'm a huge plastic baby accessory". Now that I'm an "experienced" Mom I go for function. I love that these swings lay down so the baby can sleep <em><strong>comfortably</strong></em> while swinging. The weight limit goes up to 25lbs which we have now maxed, even at it's highest setting it now swings really SLOW. This swing plugs in,which is a huge plus, since we went through 4 Costco packs of D cells with Ryan! So if you need to get a swing for your baby--go for <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">any</span> of the Fisher Price Papasan or cradle swings. <span style="font-weight: bold;">WELL</span> worth the money and worth the eyesore in your living room.Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-84368643044487852332009-02-20T14:33:00.000-08:002009-11-06T22:21:11.824-08:00With just one picture<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SaCCBeMvXzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/RSIdXFi4QW4/s1600-h/IMG_0321.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305383322840424242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SaCCBeMvXzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/RSIdXFi4QW4/s400/IMG_0321.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">LOVE</span> finding photos that I thought I had <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">accidentally</span> erased! I was going through all of the throngs of photos we have on the computer trying to organize and sort and came across this one of Ryan at 16 months. These photos had gotten stuck in with pictures of the Grants Pass rental. We always take pictures before we place a new tenet so we can have some sort of a reference point, in regards to damages and cleaning. Anyway, Ryan had a ball that day! "Helping" us install a new kitchen faucet, inspecting the insides of the dishwasher, navigating stairs for the first time etc. Funny how time flies! Just this one picture brought back so many memories. We had gotten back from NYC shortly after these pictures were taken. Brandon's medical school graduation was in NYC at the Lincoln Center. We didn't think Ryan would be able to sit through such a long ordeal and did not relish another long plane trip with him. (We had been to Hawaii just before that) So we left him with my In-Laws. I was a nervous wreck, that was the first time I had been separated from him. I was still nursing at the time so it was a crazy trip of running to graduation events and pumping on the go to keep up the milk supply. We managed to squeeze in a trip to Times Square and enjoy TEN <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">dollar</span> Cold Stone ice cream! (being the frugal people we are, we called that dinner) For some reason it was really important for me to bring Ryan back a "I heart NY" T-shirt..... Not just any T-shirt it had to be a "o<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">nesie</span></span>". I have the hardest time watching my babies grow up! Maybe because they are such strapping kids and they start wearing a 2T at 12 months, they just grow too FAST! Anyway, I finally found a little shop that had what I was looking for, the shirt was only 24 months--but it was HUGE! Perfect.The next day we went to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Conney</span> island and ate a really sick "world famous <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Nathan's</span> hot dog". We are still not sure what the hype is about,they cost like 6 bucks and taste <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">horrible</span>. (worse then a Dodger dog) Nobody beats Costco! Anyway, after throwing away the rest of our <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Nathan's</span> we checked out the rides at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Conney</span> island. ALL of the rides look really old and scary, not safe at all. Most of them were being run by father time, not the most reassuring sight <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">when you</span> are <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">contemplating</span> a carnival ride. Then we saw the "Cyclone" it was either the worlds biggest or the world's oldest <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">wooden</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">roller</span> coaster. I can't <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">remember</span> now. As soon as I clapped eyes on it I was wishing I had Ryan with me so I could bow out and not have to ride that death trap! Brandon LOVES <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">roller</span> coasters, he grew up in So. California and spent many summers at magic mountain and the like. I knew I was in trouble when Brad spied the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Cyclone</span>! Suffice it to say we purchased tickets and went <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">through</span> the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">gate</span>. Father time shuffled over to strap us in and we were off. I'm <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">permanently</span> traumatized from that ride. I have NEVER been that scared before in my life! The bar that held us in our seats was loose and kept flying up even though we both had a death grip on it. The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">coaster</span> felt very rickety. I just kept <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">thinking</span> this is how I'm going to die....and nobody knows what our wishes are in regards to our son! I had a serious panic attack high in the air on all of those hair pin tuns. The only thing that makes this <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">experience</span> okay is the fact that Brad has never wanted to go on another coaster! I think he was just as scared as me. Our ears always perk up when we <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">hear</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Conney</span> Island in the news--we are just waiting for them to say they had to tear that death trap down after some one was hurt or killed!<br /></span>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-40875733123008954982009-02-13T10:51:00.000-08:002009-02-19T09:45:53.831-08:00Nine Months<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SZXBOhYb5KI/AAAAAAAAAfw/GVtLqAtk-b4/s1600-h/P2112573.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SZXBOhYb5KI/AAAAAAAAAfw/GVtLqAtk-b4/s400/P2112573.JPG" border="0" /></a>
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<br /><style type="text/css"><br />body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/Barefoot1copy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }<happy</style> <span style="font-size:130%;">Happy nine months Evan! You now have more time out than in. We love your sweet cheerful disposition. Mommy loves all of your chubby rolls! You </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >kind </span><span style="font-size:130%;">of learned to crawl on Sunday. Well, it's more of a slither. Like Ry Ry you have a lot of mass to move...... So you are content to roll from place to place or drag your belly and legs behind you. Mommy does NOT mind at all that you and Ry were slow crawlers.... you guys can tear up enough stuff just rolling! You have been such a nice addition to our family. Ryan LOVES you and wants to do everything with you -including wrestling..... Ryan was very interested in you when you were born. When you were three days old I had just finished nursing you and placed you in your pack N play. Ryan was playing trains in the family room near your pack N play. I went to the kitchen to refill my water jug.....just as I came around the corner Ryan comes around the corner with YOU in his arms! He had the biggest smile on his face he was so proud of himself...and said"look Mommy this is a really big baby". I almost died! I walked very </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >slowly</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> to Ryan and scooped you up and checked you all over to make sure you were okay. To Ryan's credit he had you cradled in his arms PERFECT, just liked we had practiced on this doll he named Caribou. I was gone maybe 15 seconds.....I never dreamed he would be able to get you out of the little bassinet potion of the play yard. I should have known better since Ry has always been so tall. In hindsight I should have grabbed the camera it was right by us on the counter. I would have liked to of captured the sweetness that Ryan showed toward you as he held you. I was just so worried about how he got you out of the play yard--</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >I had visions of little boys carrying cats around the neck</span><span style="font-size:130%;">... Anyway, we all went to sit down on the couch and take a breather. I had kept my postpartum hormones in check before that. I started crying, bawling really. (I'm not a crier!) Ryan kept saying "I'm sorry Mommy, I just love him". I reassured him that I was not mad at him just scared for the baby. It was really hot that day too. We were waiting for the guy to come and fix the AC--so that made it worse. I'm always so hot after having a baby. Later after I had regained some composure I asked Ryan how he got you out of the play yard and he said "I pulled him by his feet"! I was still freaked until Daddy could come home and check you out. You were fine! It is now one of your brother's favorite stories to tell "Hey Mom do you remember that day I got the baby out and you just cried and cried?" Later that day as I held you I Thanked Heavenly Father for sending you almost a month early. You were so tiny, If you had been heavier maybe Ryan would have dropped you? You continue to delight us with you personality and we are grateful for your spirit and cute chubby thighs!
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