tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51054251941172878712024-03-21T21:00:47.483-07:00The Mckee'sAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005026419230296074noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105425194117287871.post-19155708493017221362016-04-17T16:12:00.001-07:002016-04-17T17:32:08.958-07:00Riggen Thomas and Dawson VanFirst off- I am no writer. I want to write down some things I don't want to forget about the day I had the boys. It will not only be nice for me to look back on, but it will be for them some day too. I hope ;) <div><br></div><div>On February 26, 2016 I was 34.6 days pregnant. With twins. I was so ready to be done being pregnant (this is what my brain thought), but my heart new I needed to bake them babes for a couple more weeks. I had been having contractions for the last month, but nothing super serious that ever made me think I was in real labor. Well that Friday I woke up and checked my phone. I had a text message from a group of friends who wanted to get together and take the kids to McDonalds for lunch. I remember thinking I really don't want to go. I'll have to get up and get calvy and I both ready, wrestle him in the car, battle him to be nice to his friends, and I simply just couldn't keep up with him anymore unless I had Tyler there to help me. All these thoughts ran through my head before I even responded to the text. My decision was made that I would go and take my almost 3 year old to have a good time with his friends before two babies came and rocked his whole world. </div><div><br></div><div>We went. We had a good time and he played nice with his friends (for a while). Then after lunch my friend asked me to come to her house so she could paint my toes before I had the babies, and the kids could play outside. It was a nice day and they had been playing so well together I decided we should go. </div><div><br></div><div>We got there and started painting toes and all started well. It was nearing calvins nap time and he started getting frustrated with sharing toys with his friends. Then he started getting really frustrated... Pushing and yelling and throwing fits about EVERYTHING. Another friend who was there was trying to help, but Calvin had had it. I had had it. It was time to go home and take a nap before I really lost my mind. We got home and I put Calvin down for a nap, and I decided I might as well take one, too. </div><div><br></div><div>I woke up around 6 PM to the babies kicking and moving around as per usual. Then a few minutes later I noticed I had been having some constant contractions and decided to start counting them. 7:00 roles around and they were getting more uncomfortable. 4-5 minutes apart and lasting 50-60 seconds long. I texted a friend who worked in labor and delivery and asked if it was busy and if I should come up. She said it was pretty slow and that if my contractions were that frequent and weren't stopping after lying down or drinking water that I should go get checked. During the time I had been texting her, the contractions had gotten significantly more painful. I asked her which dr, was on call (because of COURSE it was the weekend and my dr is never in town on the weekend.) her response was not the person I wanted. He was a new Dr. And I began to worry about what was going to happen that night. </div><div><br></div><div>Tyler loaded Calvin and I up in the car, we took a bag full of essentials just in case and headed to the hospital. My friend was still working so she got to be my nurse. I was so glad! She hooked me and the two baby heartbeats up to the computer thingy and started watching us closely. A resident came in to check me. I was dilated to a 1 and 75% effaced. I needed to stay another couple hours to make sure I wasn't progressing and then I could go home. At this point my contractions were not as painful as they were before. My mind was made up that this was false labor and we would be going home! I was relieved! </div><div><br></div><div>Two hours passed and the Resident came in to check me again. I was dilated to a 3! All the swear words. I told her my mind was made up that these babies were not coming tonight. She wanted to admit me to the hospital but I talked her into giving me another two hours to see if I had progressed at all. She agreed. </div><div><br></div><div>At this point I was distraught. My contractions had started up again and were really painful. I started to accept the idea of possibly having the babies that night and I was in tears. This was so not the plan. My dr was out of town. I was barely 35 weeks as of a couple hours prior! Most likely NICU time, a possible c section, all the scary thoughts started running through my mind. </div><div><br></div><div>I called a couple of my closest friends and cried to them. They both showed up and hung out for a while. Tyler's parents came and got Calvin. When he left I was crying in pain from a contraction and he started crying and told me not to be sick and that he loved me. I felt so bad that that day had not been ideal for him as a possible last day of being an only child. He was so sweet. </div><div><br></div><div>The resident came back in and checked me and I was still at a three. She said I could go home if I wanted, but that since my contractions were painful and still present, she thought I would most likely end up coming back in a couple hours later. She left while Tyler and i talked about what we should do. We both decided to stay until the next morning and if I hadn't progressed I would go home. </div><div><br></div><div>My friends stayed a little while longer and then decided to go home, it was about 2 am. They were so sweet to stay with me. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYVz78tlSX2t0BMaSILHpT4tzJPZ8RFtyeRyhvJtRhC6MHbE_Ukl0Mzpt55GUw6HQ4vR126G1LBML4esHBJXPrZ5btedGR4rVCeKXobsrSmz_gR6MK76GYjn4JfHvuCiI-3w2QgKhDiTAj/s640/blogger-image--623641346.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYVz78tlSX2t0BMaSILHpT4tzJPZ8RFtyeRyhvJtRhC6MHbE_Ukl0Mzpt55GUw6HQ4vR126G1LBML4esHBJXPrZ5btedGR4rVCeKXobsrSmz_gR6MK76GYjn4JfHvuCiI-3w2QgKhDiTAj/s640/blogger-image--623641346.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> My sweet friends Ashley and Hailey</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Tyler and I both fell asleep after they left. My contractions weren't as consistent anymore so I figured it best to try and get some sleep. I woke up to the worst back pain and contraction combined. Back labor I assumed. I gave it a couple more minutes and called my nurse in. She brought the resident in and they checked me and I had progressed to a 5. It hit me, I was really having these babies today. She said I was far enough along to get my epidural which was good news. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Tyler and my friend (who was still my nurse for the next hour until her shift ended) were there helping me when I got my epidural. I'm a baby and hate needles and my back is all screwed up from scoliosis. I remember almost passing out after getting the epidural... But I didn't completely! And that was good for me! Haha. It seemed like the epidural worked after a few minutes and I decided to go to sleep again. I woke up a couple hours later for the hears shift change and was so happy because my new nurse was the same one I had with Calvin. She was a family friend and was so good at her job. I was so glad she would be there again. She started me on the pit because I was only at a 6. The contractions started again! I could feel them! All of them. My legs were numb but my whole abdomen could feel every contraction. My epidural was not working well. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I don't remember every detail at this point. The Dr. On call came in and talked to us about what was going to happen. I would have to deliver in the OR for the possibility of having a c section. The OR had a window that connected directly into the nicu so they could pass the babies in immediately after they were born. I would also have to deliver on an OR table. Which is not ideal... It's very small. At about 9 am they said I was at a 9 and it was time to go. My mom and Tyler were both suited up in their blue scrubs and were able to be in the OR with me. My good friend was also there taking pictures for me! She is a NICU nurse so they let her in, too. It was a party! Haha. (The pics turned out amazing by the way. I'll share a few... Sorry if some are too showy. You've been warned)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7NZJL-NFK34ldAgpOdPxnNVquPsUJu3cssxNdizDQm6nN-SRMfc3HolDtcLETVt2jwVlNTYt5Kdnq1uL1PqX0PNWJoYbqnzRN5Cx1pl94LHMdwqhnlMbBZI4orF2P8qNEUS6ORaz2DUJr/s640/blogger-image--1156387016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7NZJL-NFK34ldAgpOdPxnNVquPsUJu3cssxNdizDQm6nN-SRMfc3HolDtcLETVt2jwVlNTYt5Kdnq1uL1PqX0PNWJoYbqnzRN5Cx1pl94LHMdwqhnlMbBZI4orF2P8qNEUS6ORaz2DUJr/s640/blogger-image--1156387016.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> Waiting patiently </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMS7kwu5ZeI9cnPVfBA7X5ImWzKLPRG3S7fquf-l7rJ4dkhO1u5p8mkhqVZyO0YjWuASxsgcL-AttNgJtOq-UOGokKcuVSRry5kiKB2T6eg9pKnVeVaQ02pc6z7yrNWUCq4mXePRzmalBq/s640/blogger-image-2092444622.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMS7kwu5ZeI9cnPVfBA7X5ImWzKLPRG3S7fquf-l7rJ4dkhO1u5p8mkhqVZyO0YjWuASxsgcL-AttNgJtOq-UOGokKcuVSRry5kiKB2T6eg9pKnVeVaQ02pc6z7yrNWUCq4mXePRzmalBq/s640/blogger-image-2092444622.jpg"></a></div></div> Saying a little prayer</div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj80DoamwmlMcbXCsscbDH5D3K5ISLHIcf6bFe_jmkaxUEDdvOak0i7zk4q0V18_xaQONp6iI-7Ej28lsjFkRrdm3C7GzbjP9T6jjbGukCzgDdBqi988dIjWStwnkrPMMCLqQJxcNb08HSi/s640/blogger-image-1798467235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj80DoamwmlMcbXCsscbDH5D3K5ISLHIcf6bFe_jmkaxUEDdvOak0i7zk4q0V18_xaQONp6iI-7Ej28lsjFkRrdm3C7GzbjP9T6jjbGukCzgDdBqi988dIjWStwnkrPMMCLqQJxcNb08HSi/s640/blogger-image-1798467235.jpg"></a></div> Mad at the contractions </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzFIpDVYTErRm9URq3Fwa2f7jVJlyIQ-AqcQbmzZrsZ_gOkqdlIiMw4xitvOyDwtHjwuXOXItmOzHYqabQavM64IOCROyETQz6tyAxf0u_ASADZocYaKe5VnMtha4wXXSRoFIMFFysJwWI/s640/blogger-image-513051096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzFIpDVYTErRm9URq3Fwa2f7jVJlyIQ-AqcQbmzZrsZ_gOkqdlIiMw4xitvOyDwtHjwuXOXItmOzHYqabQavM64IOCROyETQz6tyAxf0u_ASADZocYaKe5VnMtha4wXXSRoFIMFFysJwWI/s640/blogger-image-513051096.jpg"></a></div> My last belly pic- 35 weeks :)</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNFfwd-bNYT4zx86r79T_u6fcFToegfnhXzH9Lup1OJUrqB98NB7qN2oobJQkEo9eeO-n9YhoVGsi01riyqmaG1gHW2a1SB8b3FY-gaUiw_nmwq8eorpDI6h1sTmqOCa0mjdeVvkvxE0UK/s640/blogger-image--47426874.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNFfwd-bNYT4zx86r79T_u6fcFToegfnhXzH9Lup1OJUrqB98NB7qN2oobJQkEo9eeO-n9YhoVGsi01riyqmaG1gHW2a1SB8b3FY-gaUiw_nmwq8eorpDI6h1sTmqOCa0mjdeVvkvxE0UK/s640/blogger-image--47426874.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> My mom ❤️</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Finally the anesthesiologist came in a tuned up my epidural! For the last hour the nurses were all standing by my Or bed rolling me this way and that trying to get me comfortable enough to endure those awful contractions. So I was glad to see him! Or hear his voice rather... I don't think I saw him haha. A couple minutes later Dr. Stinger told me to start pushing. The nurse counted to ten and said push again. After only 4 pushes, my 2nd born baby boy arrived at 10:08 am. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtuEZVBjeXuAcGd0mAVaXOXLAjjpNH4c2zxzZwmCMxlzqAnz7fEpUNJf01UhQGSjyxpr9SPzRNNceN8ZqoFl48p21HLQOa0lXcZWExlRAUV96aJGbU2ZOouUSj7CL_BHvX18UAPuGUyYr4/s640/blogger-image-1040840680.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtuEZVBjeXuAcGd0mAVaXOXLAjjpNH4c2zxzZwmCMxlzqAnz7fEpUNJf01UhQGSjyxpr9SPzRNNceN8ZqoFl48p21HLQOa0lXcZWExlRAUV96aJGbU2ZOouUSj7CL_BHvX18UAPuGUyYr4/s640/blogger-image-1040840680.jpg"></a></div></div> Riggen Thomas. 4.11 lbs</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxvdluYOEBuJWik_Z-ZFDhmNT3-S__1AGnFuRb1ddtSCjKA-WvU2gGroNh31avwhohjcYCzzMXt3LD9XCosqGyEuh755YLBzh1XsUrd4y1vsaRSKiCxxl4RiLk1BBKkEt1hSAmG6id1Maq/s640/blogger-image-409016991.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxvdluYOEBuJWik_Z-ZFDhmNT3-S__1AGnFuRb1ddtSCjKA-WvU2gGroNh31avwhohjcYCzzMXt3LD9XCosqGyEuh755YLBzh1XsUrd4y1vsaRSKiCxxl4RiLk1BBKkEt1hSAmG6id1Maq/s640/blogger-image-409016991.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> Time stood still 💙</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We saw him for a couple seconds and then they passed him through the nicu window.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I remember the Dr saying the second baby was still pretty high. We needed to wait for him to drop in order to deliver him. He also mentioned that Riggen's placenta was in the way and couldn't be delivered until after both babies were out or it would cause complications. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I kept watching his face. Dr. Stingers. I remember the nurse giving me oxygen, telling me to keep breathing to keep the babies heart rate up. I could hear his heart rate go down. And then come back up. And then back down. And it wasn't coming back up. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I looked at his face again. He was going to do an emergency c section. I could tell without him even saying it. The very thing I had been fearing the last few weeks. A double whammy. Vaginal and cesarean deliveries. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">At this point I didn't care. Get this baby out! Make sure he's safe. And then he said it. "We need to do a c section." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Tyler kissed me and said he loved me and that everything would be ok. Then he left. My mom left. Everyone I knew left. And I felt alone! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The nurses and doctors started setting up for surgery. It didn't take long. They gave me more numbing medicine and I felt calm. Then a nurse came by my side and grabbed my hand and told me she wasn't going to leave me. I was grateful for that ❤️. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">She started to give me a play by play. They're making the incision. Youre going to feel pressure. Lots of pressure! Lots of movement! And he was out. At 10:39 am. My 3rd born baby boy. Dawson Van. He had the sweetest little cry in the world. The tears appeared without warning. He's here and crying and that has to mean he's ok. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJOz5juHHn3y39se98TTDk42qpHFK3Fo6U-ynju7IPPl2eIUX8cOPT5-f4rl4aNsqnpddKA4673D7E_ZjnbZ2N94AZBMW3sX2R2B06FREBGNRJXBvP3du7D1UNf_5vRErNvRlK_gbSEMfm/s640/blogger-image-1542797811.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJOz5juHHn3y39se98TTDk42qpHFK3Fo6U-ynju7IPPl2eIUX8cOPT5-f4rl4aNsqnpddKA4673D7E_ZjnbZ2N94AZBMW3sX2R2B06FREBGNRJXBvP3du7D1UNf_5vRErNvRlK_gbSEMfm/s640/blogger-image-1542797811.jpg"></a></div> Time stood still again 💙</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghT7jA2UKviOuTFmOllEhHZCZ_wuuE7wEv4mfRHp_93dzhA2YVNBgfp1nDtQ9Q_JoSA45_SQgdZhrydsMe7WAFdfPpax-ibcnPf5HSE6Ot3K2V_2jsVHXdeul1ixY_Yns6MIgNNO73VJpp/s640/blogger-image--1513807879.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghT7jA2UKviOuTFmOllEhHZCZ_wuuE7wEv4mfRHp_93dzhA2YVNBgfp1nDtQ9Q_JoSA45_SQgdZhrydsMe7WAFdfPpax-ibcnPf5HSE6Ot3K2V_2jsVHXdeul1ixY_Yns6MIgNNO73VJpp/s640/blogger-image--1513807879.jpg"></a></div> Dawson Van. 4.13 lbs</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It took forever it seems for them to stitch me up. I kept sending the nurse to check on the baby. "He was a little purple but they say he's doing good!" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">They took me into recovery. As soon as you can feel your feet you can go see your babies the nurses told me. In the meantime, my family got to come in a couple at a time to see me. The medicine they had me on caused a never ending cycle of tears and emotions. I was so happy to see everyone. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Finally I could feel my feet! I was going to see my babies. I remember not knowing who to name what... We had their names picked out I just didn't know who was who. Luckily Tyler named them for me, and he did a perfect job. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We are so glad they are here with us. Even though the delivery and all else after that was not ideal for us. Dr. Stinger did such an amazing job. All the nicu nurses and doctors. They were all amazing. We are so grateful for them all! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Here are a few more pictures of the boys in the nicu. And thanks again Molly for taking these pics! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL368IPnT3jYuYU79QX1PURoxFH9Bv0oom7PF2D2prT9oGBzJ4IQc1gZ1cWD8VCS_bZbWhVtRFGX7Kfkxkizpp0WbfIvzaxpiUzr8SaMplwQzc1JVSUm_7lncGR6GuoN6-xR_ZSdDQeGBW/s640/blogger-image-1438724442.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL368IPnT3jYuYU79QX1PURoxFH9Bv0oom7PF2D2prT9oGBzJ4IQc1gZ1cWD8VCS_bZbWhVtRFGX7Kfkxkizpp0WbfIvzaxpiUzr8SaMplwQzc1JVSUm_7lncGR6GuoN6-xR_ZSdDQeGBW/s640/blogger-image-1438724442.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> I'm quite fond of these two nurses!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">(And the nurse taking the pictures! She ended up staying and working because things got so crazy!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghAGugDbGulfoRjZitRubzkRYKFnzbf6PrqBK2g5MPxYV5SUB3X9SU98iCP4lIYPwJUyjI39RYxYWY-bZhMrU1zumaPA6C6A6vcSKtlHX6JQUMxH0vKHH-Kl8JCURVLucK6NooMyVvOROU/s640/blogger-image-463413127.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghAGugDbGulfoRjZitRubzkRYKFnzbf6PrqBK2g5MPxYV5SUB3X9SU98iCP4lIYPwJUyjI39RYxYWY-bZhMrU1zumaPA6C6A6vcSKtlHX6JQUMxH0vKHH-Kl8JCURVLucK6NooMyVvOROU/s640/blogger-image-463413127.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> Dawson had to intubated. Apparently that doesn't happen too often. 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And they are doing so well now! A little update: they are both over 7 lbs and eating and growing so good! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6iuxaLOYUoNdB1iQoCsJ7kvx5xsr-sBN2M57769MsRo-Z6_WCElQeDsR8LuJhT4wN4ZzabgCBGsm1kv62JQfYbKra3eFnjNodrY0ANslR2ntx7n9NlnMIZbYaGq7giHp3nX_IGRHsoX2D/s640/blogger-image-1765975587.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6iuxaLOYUoNdB1iQoCsJ7kvx5xsr-sBN2M57769MsRo-Z6_WCElQeDsR8LuJhT4wN4ZzabgCBGsm1kv62JQfYbKra3eFnjNodrY0ANslR2ntx7n9NlnMIZbYaGq7giHp3nX_IGRHsoX2D/s640/blogger-image-1765975587.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7-lqy-4RkbbncyCY-cKEGzbr-ZAI7nIkGVLPGpfbwkHJ4jz-96BDS6tAHjcWcwgw2f75o8bEMUWRC-OkYBubiQobT7C9VbLZSyqdnyJo9tb2hELvRrs3uVr7f71hTGQHITuAXLkxt2H67/s640/blogger-image--1249229082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7-lqy-4RkbbncyCY-cKEGzbr-ZAI7nIkGVLPGpfbwkHJ4jz-96BDS6tAHjcWcwgw2f75o8bEMUWRC-OkYBubiQobT7C9VbLZSyqdnyJo9tb2hELvRrs3uVr7f71hTGQHITuAXLkxt2H67/s640/blogger-image--1249229082.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRG2qyn84Q7g90O-DxSaqfwDLfgU-qQ5GA-OAEa_3gC7Ep8DADwJcxdq_9CWzFP7fm8V0dT6aKrB1bStMkHZaZCX3DkmBdIKDktp-ZfVm5obqZqqsioCTj0Yxz6Bb9oeKNJRX8ag1_1g3e/s640/blogger-image--1724057033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRG2qyn84Q7g90O-DxSaqfwDLfgU-qQ5GA-OAEa_3gC7Ep8DADwJcxdq_9CWzFP7fm8V0dT6aKrB1bStMkHZaZCX3DkmBdIKDktp-ZfVm5obqZqqsioCTj0Yxz6Bb9oeKNJRX8ag1_1g3e/s640/blogger-image--1724057033.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkZovhdWtoj_Y0dQDsLpDOAoqmgwA5ivj78DF6x3jXcFx51SOfM1AE1pGDgnB7KqPsJUA2Ot3PtfYR0Er2KDziCYA-N3gQxj5bBMQSWIaHGRc0_rj0zBoEa20u8D6uo3seWJ9p7dSAcAKb/s640/blogger-image-878169019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkZovhdWtoj_Y0dQDsLpDOAoqmgwA5ivj78DF6x3jXcFx51SOfM1AE1pGDgnB7KqPsJUA2Ot3PtfYR0Er2KDziCYA-N3gQxj5bBMQSWIaHGRc0_rj0zBoEa20u8D6uo3seWJ9p7dSAcAKb/s640/blogger-image-878169019.jpg"></a></div><br></div> And just like that, a family of 5. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005026419230296074noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105425194117287871.post-8409918859936968032014-05-02T06:12:00.001-07:002014-05-02T06:12:35.653-07:00A night at the parkYesterday was a fabulous day for Pocatello. 75 degrees with hardly even a breeze. The sun felt so nice. We loved it. <div><br></div><div>Tyler has been traveling to Jackson Hole for work a lot, which leaves Calvin and I home, lonely to ourselves more than usual. Normally we would go to my parents or my sisters house to hang out and kill some time, but they are all in California havin a blast at Disneyland! </div><div><br></div><div>I didn't wanna sit my apartment all night, it was too gorgeous outside! So I sent a text, and met up at the park with friends Annie Simmons and her sweet boy Carter, and Molly Landon and her sweet girl Caroline. </div><div><br></div><div>My friend Molly is a photographer in real life, and she had this cool camera lense for her iPhone she brought with to the park to take some pics of the kids! She sent them to me last night, they turned out so cute! </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMW-YGagKjcyFAQtocL3KytPXMYUq-8d3a-yRWeEuPSWBRu9GrLpNz-kvetbww_wGw5uynGBRNg-bP6LWo_z07zATDNMeCuliVMoL3aAej2_h1bZLDoR9jc63fnBW5H1DwfV8mVE3JZuSH/s640/blogger-image--1998429435.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMW-YGagKjcyFAQtocL3KytPXMYUq-8d3a-yRWeEuPSWBRu9GrLpNz-kvetbww_wGw5uynGBRNg-bP6LWo_z07zATDNMeCuliVMoL3aAej2_h1bZLDoR9jc63fnBW5H1DwfV8mVE3JZuSH/s640/blogger-image--1998429435.jpg"></a></div> The only way Calvin goes down the slide is on his belly haha!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJD2rHPXph1ZTMjy6xLydE01eMYeQQijN1tBlPemBGiJM3zpkcS3zfPlsLGLjV2bL11Fu0tBPKrBDlAyD0MOB6Rf3I_20i0TPyU9ATAS1bS4XXYtG75-LNR5UN2WQ6U3ux9hyphenhyphenTNZrAau__/s640/blogger-image-484806379.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJD2rHPXph1ZTMjy6xLydE01eMYeQQijN1tBlPemBGiJM3zpkcS3zfPlsLGLjV2bL11Fu0tBPKrBDlAyD0MOB6Rf3I_20i0TPyU9ATAS1bS4XXYtG75-LNR5UN2WQ6U3ux9hyphenhyphenTNZrAau__/s640/blogger-image-484806379.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFUMLykPib2UJgVjFmXMQ6KDHe6JbWAWcWpm0HiHA0d-cpY6aGVwSrLh7upGwRsK_VTDkGLtP2uOIApFeO5V8Qlwi_4hoj2Kg533DnUKiCZ0LOFnBymy9mxiJRM5uVuCjuBUIDleWoe04C/s640/blogger-image--1506786601.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFUMLykPib2UJgVjFmXMQ6KDHe6JbWAWcWpm0HiHA0d-cpY6aGVwSrLh7upGwRsK_VTDkGLtP2uOIApFeO5V8Qlwi_4hoj2Kg533DnUKiCZ0LOFnBymy9mxiJRM5uVuCjuBUIDleWoe04C/s640/blogger-image--1506786601.jpg"></a></div>Sweet Caroline in this pic cracks me up! Such a cutie.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqkoW7-WKpY5oaWNT9ZuUVIKRXfG9tk3cYPtDcLKbu-3ioeIHzc-FiChGojBWZJRnHhMSJM_GPWLk3z4IhcKSBUSCC1gnYpBRvAo6eNAhT2Oa7vmrLWuvKg-DEHDiugmTcA9FdLheEQkgr/s640/blogger-image--1969875025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqkoW7-WKpY5oaWNT9ZuUVIKRXfG9tk3cYPtDcLKbu-3ioeIHzc-FiChGojBWZJRnHhMSJM_GPWLk3z4IhcKSBUSCC1gnYpBRvAo6eNAhT2Oa7vmrLWuvKg-DEHDiugmTcA9FdLheEQkgr/s640/blogger-image--1969875025.jpg"></a></div>Seriously though... Not sure how one can make an iPhone pic look so professional... But Molly can! Haha. Calvin looking way too handsome with those baby blues <3</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfCRgibV24Wkrx4DSDbYK-B6TRGbNW1ANa1EiMrFMLiPVv0W9CulIS-ca4Qxz1K9BFSZljYOxXU-9uAI8vcIXl6nnavIVfbiRaRfhOztzg2jImlYHsUMKairSKB6aBLtR8qenqt5377JYr/s640/blogger-image-335919744.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfCRgibV24Wkrx4DSDbYK-B6TRGbNW1ANa1EiMrFMLiPVv0W9CulIS-ca4Qxz1K9BFSZljYOxXU-9uAI8vcIXl6nnavIVfbiRaRfhOztzg2jImlYHsUMKairSKB6aBLtR8qenqt5377JYr/s640/blogger-image-335919744.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005026419230296074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105425194117287871.post-52072035219255040302014-04-23T10:34:00.001-07:002014-04-23T10:39:48.820-07:00E A S T E R | 2014Hello friends. I know... It's been a while (pronounce as whhhhile), so I figured I would right a little post during Calvin's nap time and catch you up on a few things and about our Easter weekend :)<div><br></div><div>So here's a little update on my little family of 3: Tyler- is working so hard to finish this semester and keep good grades! He's doing awesome... He works nights and gets home usually between 4-6 and is up for his first class by 10:30. I couldn't be more grateful for his hard work. Love that baby daddy of mine <3 </div><div>I (me, myself and Irene ;)- have been doing my usual routine of hanging out with Calvin every minute of every day. Mothering is my main job these days, and I wouldn't have it any other way :) I have also been busting my butt to get to the gym and eat healthy every day for the last 3 months. I still have 3 weeks left in my 8 week challenge, excited for it to be over and to eat a cheeseburger would be an understatement! Haha. </div><div>Calvin- is busy being a growing boy! It just hit me the other day that he is now not so much a baby anymore, but a growing toddler. He is slipping away from me every minute that passes by, but I can't help but be grateful for the fine boy he is turning out to be. "And he's so smart, Jenny." (Try saying that without tearing up. Forrest Gump for those of you who didn't catch on...) but really, he's so smart. He's starting to mimic little words and lines Tyler and I say: love, thank you, please, no no no, la la la, and night night. He's starting to like books! I've been worried he wasn't ever going to like them... But as of late he will bring me a book and sit my lap while I read to him. I love it. He has 11 teeth!! 3 of them just came through in the last week! He loves to play outside, drink from his sippy cup, play with his ball, play chase, and dance. We love him so much. 14 months never looked so good. Tyler and I often look at each other at random times and say "he's so cute, babe. How is he so cute?" </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzB8Yk1eEakQL5Arr4thbVk8Hs33bQZ9UfFhQltSq67RqQtOhii-fyCtlR83BD9roCnV1KdLvAG9n9RJgvRZ9gS7j4CGw7grHdlaVflqy9lKqvF69jiqQEVhxlTRrUa3PtEDrhUc53pOeE/s640/blogger-image-2035938696.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzB8Yk1eEakQL5Arr4thbVk8Hs33bQZ9UfFhQltSq67RqQtOhii-fyCtlR83BD9roCnV1KdLvAG9n9RJgvRZ9gS7j4CGw7grHdlaVflqy9lKqvF69jiqQEVhxlTRrUa3PtEDrhUc53pOeE/s640/blogger-image-2035938696.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Easter weekend was so great to us. Although I didn't get to have any Easter candy because of my challenge... I saved it all in a gallon size Baggie to save for my cheat day... Coming up real soon. </div><div>Playing the Easter bunny was fun for me. After cal went to bed Saturday night, I stayed up and prepared. I made bunny bait for my primary kids, which smelled so delicious. I didn't even lick the spoon or my fingers... </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWBXhHGbEWh6RePX8e5jbGj4o_ECqVzQXddXqTR7LPFwYas9upuUtddepoHf951-ruypVrDhG_6Bnb-mQujudqjF0eKE-p741V3RnhCfc8vuZ2_dABeDEVZR9TrdxenFMK7xzpfQ5yKnuz/s640/blogger-image-1644171142.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWBXhHGbEWh6RePX8e5jbGj4o_ECqVzQXddXqTR7LPFwYas9upuUtddepoHf951-ruypVrDhG_6Bnb-mQujudqjF0eKE-p741V3RnhCfc8vuZ2_dABeDEVZR9TrdxenFMK7xzpfQ5yKnuz/s640/blogger-image-1644171142.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdk5XkBxtCXJowZvW02bvtSdUnzRzVALeEpsEWuspGaRuM-anFX0k9wTGFElVJWhtymYwLQmRIPFm5fioFc4tE1gIXnGFbdyKP03Dlbmhjwa6SZv93QM9NntEcdMt3wTZIhWm1jZoWverv/s640/blogger-image-809184211.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdk5XkBxtCXJowZvW02bvtSdUnzRzVALeEpsEWuspGaRuM-anFX0k9wTGFElVJWhtymYwLQmRIPFm5fioFc4tE1gIXnGFbdyKP03Dlbmhjwa6SZv93QM9NntEcdMt3wTZIhWm1jZoWverv/s640/blogger-image-809184211.jpg"></a></div> (This is as crafty as it gets for me...)</div><div><br></div><div> Stuffed our Baskets</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioX1FxpNt4yWwXJ1-12MLJEh_iSUtWjv8WYSKaGz1BTFKWeCgmdrRlqZalts14j_hyPfZnbqUF393ZDdKwD9Gi4t64_NuhkU4KAVyURKr3OFkC5gvCrsyP9sbig18XhA1ChpR57hJirN4V/s640/blogger-image--2135712075.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioX1FxpNt4yWwXJ1-12MLJEh_iSUtWjv8WYSKaGz1BTFKWeCgmdrRlqZalts14j_hyPfZnbqUF393ZDdKwD9Gi4t64_NuhkU4KAVyURKr3OFkC5gvCrsyP9sbig18XhA1ChpR57hJirN4V/s640/blogger-image--2135712075.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>And enjoyed my time with my family I have been so blessed with. I'm so grateful for my Savior, and for the many sacrifices he made me for me personally. Because of him I get to live with these sweet souls for Eternity. There is no greater blessing than that. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrV3mtjjEhIa4vAMBPYm7pMtc2Me98pqbgRBhtH-P1DpS0LpokCPFfU1lMeXuL3coxqlmz6sFdl6b7D35uOcsy51kNpmnuFc983z0Lil3F4dngkNOcIb0oSd3UkpptcnAnjAqEORbBWmpF/s640/blogger-image--1318471226.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrV3mtjjEhIa4vAMBPYm7pMtc2Me98pqbgRBhtH-P1DpS0LpokCPFfU1lMeXuL3coxqlmz6sFdl6b7D35uOcsy51kNpmnuFc983z0Lil3F4dngkNOcIb0oSd3UkpptcnAnjAqEORbBWmpF/s640/blogger-image--1318471226.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Here's a few more random pics from the last couple weeks! Hope everyone had a great Easter! </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkDkP11uPq1ighlpHwAUF5AXCov4oHeWv_ltomeie8cwPqVpTe9isYmsKFFQu-27-mrER0uJyHtUTCwZIEr7DvZT3ltm29UGpp3uKEzon257xHs5_vLgdOHYrg6tDBqpd0Iq-WTF1aim0L/s640/blogger-image-1691296594.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkDkP11uPq1ighlpHwAUF5AXCov4oHeWv_ltomeie8cwPqVpTe9isYmsKFFQu-27-mrER0uJyHtUTCwZIEr7DvZT3ltm29UGpp3uKEzon257xHs5_vLgdOHYrg6tDBqpd0Iq-WTF1aim0L/s640/blogger-image-1691296594.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheJ3nMG_daE_0F9SP0nqP6ARWPD5vkzCaaI-Gp2hQuomLorijVCjXnEjOgNohDmlAebdtp1j9lLnNKFBhXqm537foTJCEbL8UE8zXfa9vqbU9Yz22QrC_-0cEppdG9y33JwRehfhY4yDqQ/s640/blogger-image--756688909.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheJ3nMG_daE_0F9SP0nqP6ARWPD5vkzCaaI-Gp2hQuomLorijVCjXnEjOgNohDmlAebdtp1j9lLnNKFBhXqm537foTJCEbL8UE8zXfa9vqbU9Yz22QrC_-0cEppdG9y33JwRehfhY4yDqQ/s640/blogger-image--756688909.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">These folks are my cosmetology instructors... And two of them are retiring this year so I won't be able to see then as often. Love them so much <3</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7TmJxIvjiuknQTKAqP7LAY5VBig3ed6C8uxAaF9gjApQi7JmaDbgvtB7kFx1CvVGPG_iyCeCKxtGYSSCcCbvpLSYFb8n31qcMGM0pk4mTWHsegN94BxD8ZJXP5sFQExtdrSm5iSDucXB4/s640/blogger-image-929847568.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7TmJxIvjiuknQTKAqP7LAY5VBig3ed6C8uxAaF9gjApQi7JmaDbgvtB7kFx1CvVGPG_iyCeCKxtGYSSCcCbvpLSYFb8n31qcMGM0pk4mTWHsegN94BxD8ZJXP5sFQExtdrSm5iSDucXB4/s640/blogger-image-929847568.jpg"></a></div><br></div> Dwight K. Schrute</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoDVPPSZNi7FaiMmpSfGh2phIah4qeB0qgG509rCYwJ0TNi8FuPWUfqeySvyZhPJ-Fvz_kT478LsBT7cVndjNNnEXmC73WOKpjaeJd_rIjx2q_5CPifPE2kJKVieavTskLH-5WDNTlZvZG/s640/blogger-image--1915065349.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoDVPPSZNi7FaiMmpSfGh2phIah4qeB0qgG509rCYwJ0TNi8FuPWUfqeySvyZhPJ-Fvz_kT478LsBT7cVndjNNnEXmC73WOKpjaeJd_rIjx2q_5CPifPE2kJKVieavTskLH-5WDNTlZvZG/s640/blogger-image--1915065349.jpg"></a></div><br></div>A blog will be coming soon to fully explain what these keys go to :)</div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005026419230296074noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105425194117287871.post-28321159691301863272014-03-19T21:47:00.000-07:002014-03-19T21:47:31.782-07:00Mustache BashSo i know im a little behind and all, but i have to make a quick post about Calvins first birthday!!
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When Calvin woke up that morning, i burst in his room with a handful of balloons and showered them over his crib. The look on his face was priceless. Like, the best day of my life face. haha. We (and when i say we i mean Calvin) then had oreos for breakfast (because what one year old doesnt deserve cookies for breakfast on their birthday?), and afterward headed to the gym. I know, i feel like a terrible mom for taking Cal to the gym daycare on his birthday, and i wasn't originally planning on going, but lets face it, I've become somewhat of a gym junkie...any who... i didnt feel as bad taking him because i know he LOVES that place. So we went and he had a good time with the other kids.
I had to run a few errands for party supplies after the gym, so we did that, went home and Calvin had a nap while my mom came over to help me decorate the cake and set up for the party.
So my lovely sister Sarah is a baker! she is awesome, she does cupcakes and cakes and cookies and lots of yummy treats. She even has a bakery out of her home! Sweet Bliss Cupcakes. They are amaze balls, let me tell ya. So of course i had her make calvins cake and some sugar cookies! The plan was for her to bake the actual cake at home, and then come down to Pocatello early to help me decorate it. She lives in Idaho Falls, and the weather was really crappy and stormy that day (just like it was the same day a year prior ;) So she called me and told me she wasnt going to be able to make it, and that she had sent the cookies and cake home with Tyler (who works with her husband and they had work in Idaho Falls that morning, luckily). Soooo... i had my mom come help me. Cause shes good at that stuff... and im not the greatest baker...
Heres the final product. I was pretty proud!
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Cute right!? we actually made the fondant and all! I even frosted it! (i guess my skills from working at Mrs.Powells bakery for two years finally payed off ;)
We got the birthday banner and picture banner all set up, the table organized and hung the tissue pom poms i made just in time for people to start arriving for the Mustache Bash.
Honestly, there were so many people in our tiny apartment i hardly remember what happened next haha. We opened presents, and watched Calvin get spoiled rotten! While we were all sporting our mustaches of course!
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We got Calvin a slide, some outfits and couple pairs of cute shoes! He loooooves his slide. And is finally starting to be able to sit and slide down on his own haha. We have been practicing ;)
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It was honestly such a fun day. And we felt so loved by everyone who came and supported Calvin and our family on his day! We love you all and thank you for coming to party with us!
We love our Calvin so much and i still cant believe how much love can grow in just a years time. Here are some more pictures from the party, including bath time with cousin Ise after he ate his cake :)
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(I know you all thought it was 525,600 huh? ;) how do you really measure a year though?? <div><br></div><div>On March 1st, 2013 at 11:51 am, after 8 hours of exahsting labor, I finally delivered this beautiful baby boy. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnSiFVnuxoAgbj5RZYez8RKgNPOIJLA_qg-QDT0lrmR6SnKJjUBb1ZrTq1zFF-9jKarUYLIZdFFaycIdYtMENVh_5TwRGd0g1wthr1uBNSV5AJjoUk0IeaC_cjJpIeVDqm7gBxHGRxjQ2A/s640/blogger-image--1521530713.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnSiFVnuxoAgbj5RZYez8RKgNPOIJLA_qg-QDT0lrmR6SnKJjUBb1ZrTq1zFF-9jKarUYLIZdFFaycIdYtMENVh_5TwRGd0g1wthr1uBNSV5AJjoUk0IeaC_cjJpIeVDqm7gBxHGRxjQ2A/s640/blogger-image--1521530713.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0xH6qYvNLEdUIdaQleOvsPDmwX4ZwZ6JrZGXoA4j1mTBWDo6fypNI9fddy0fqqVyyPpmZXKz0l8_X1JMI04cFFGDhyQzaiSUWcK2V2JuMIeeP9Y0POyS1fbZ4JGj2hsCa8bumhf4JZwK5/s640/blogger-image--1942001913.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0xH6qYvNLEdUIdaQleOvsPDmwX4ZwZ6JrZGXoA4j1mTBWDo6fypNI9fddy0fqqVyyPpmZXKz0l8_X1JMI04cFFGDhyQzaiSUWcK2V2JuMIeeP9Y0POyS1fbZ4JGj2hsCa8bumhf4JZwK5/s640/blogger-image--1942001913.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Calvin Tyler McKee weighed in at 7.4 lbs and 21 inches long. Along with the birth of this sweet babe, came the birth of my motherhood. The absolute best calling in my life. I live every day for his laughter, cries, kisses and hugs. I read a quote a while back and fell in love with it, but I can't remember where! In a few short words, it describes exactly how grateful I am to my first born son. "I made you, but you made me a mother." And there is no greater gift that anyone could ever give me than that <3 </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Anywho, here is how I would measure Calvin's first year. I've never been good with words, so pictures will have to do. Happy birthday Calvin! We love you more than you will EVER know.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmbHtiBtG1kYVH6qEgFpKZKqe_jR8n2LCGwrhujw2EmzogUknaRwWdSTs1S0o-MzMY_DZBRt28nRQJcRbRmSCJTwYsjsK9zrzL10bnw9b0IXVOU63zqBbYgr15-4MdYr_sEatFM8tKJ2ZM/s640/blogger-image-391722973.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmbHtiBtG1kYVH6qEgFpKZKqe_jR8n2LCGwrhujw2EmzogUknaRwWdSTs1S0o-MzMY_DZBRt28nRQJcRbRmSCJTwYsjsK9zrzL10bnw9b0IXVOU63zqBbYgr15-4MdYr_sEatFM8tKJ2ZM/s640/blogger-image-391722973.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk1NrHEP8ZY4z6SIgdL-iajmaLwDjJBll_zkf6751DcmzrXRdQVLrkFLvJoCxPO3h38NTOSgh6HUM03ix1cqp3ddy-tnkaupgkSUCZ6ySTZOF6Ze8fA7253dUmmEBzgATRl2stI-P9GdQC/s640/blogger-image-573380288.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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I've finished my secretary job duties for the day (did I mention I started a little part time job?) and the chattering coming from Calvin's crib has turned Into silence as he's lulled himself to sleep. <div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6NHPc1ercnCGuMoOgCy3kLBDV7DB_X_jmUMxKpbcgk5sDtI9NFpy7bz11MIhrrL7h3YzPkc4MvInESV2CUbx7EvjXYmlLyjAq7gIfKmNY4WUveum2Jc_zYa_59abyHygfANckI4lTnOSQ/s640/blogger-image-970045306.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6NHPc1ercnCGuMoOgCy3kLBDV7DB_X_jmUMxKpbcgk5sDtI9NFpy7bz11MIhrrL7h3YzPkc4MvInESV2CUbx7EvjXYmlLyjAq7gIfKmNY4WUveum2Jc_zYa_59abyHygfANckI4lTnOSQ/s640/blogger-image-970045306.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>So here I sit. On me couch. Being lazy. And thinking...</div><div><br></div><div>I can't believe my babe is going to turn one next Saturday... </div><div>I need to go to party palace and get some red straws for the "mustache bash" we are throwing for cal...</div><div>I hope Tyler gets the right stamps to put on the invites...</div><div>I should probably curl my hair and put on makeup today...</div><div>I need to make my grocery list...</div><div>I need to go buy some flowers for my new vases...</div><div>The dishes in the sink... I should probably do those...</div><div>I think I'm gonna go shower... Gym can wait till later. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005026419230296074noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105425194117287871.post-60778079536362195852014-02-09T21:20:00.002-08:002014-02-09T21:20:57.121-08:00E L E V E N <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsEL7CmfxjiDbE5a8LWhW6XNCwS_Fq_pHiHGXE6tnyuP7ot8qpkNWenk7seGwdAQyTggNH1scgVfoTh1tQKDHnemVG9JniFP9JtWH5PJxK9cWheKFMq2XBC9akW-QY1QvC-9zW1DOXgAbT/s1600/IMG_3884.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsEL7CmfxjiDbE5a8LWhW6XNCwS_Fq_pHiHGXE6tnyuP7ot8qpkNWenk7seGwdAQyTggNH1scgVfoTh1tQKDHnemVG9JniFP9JtWH5PJxK9cWheKFMq2XBC9akW-QY1QvC-9zW1DOXgAbT/s320/IMG_3884.JPG" /></a></div>
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So I know im a bit late on my monthly update on Calvy, but he is officially ELEVEN months old! I honestly cant believe he is almost one... we pretty much treat him as though he already is haha. Its horrible right? I almost feel as though its my fault he is growing up so fast because we keep expecting so much out of out little over achiever. I have to keep reminding myself to just STOP sometimes and enjoy rocking him to sleep instead of putting him in his crib, or wishing he didn't have to be entertained all the time so I can watch tv in peace. Just STOP. These are the moments I should be cherishing the most. My baby is growing up. And its breaking my heart every time I STOP to think about it.
At 11 months Calvin is a professional walker and even runner! And I STILL think it is the cutest thing on the planet to watch him walk... he is still sooo small for his age. He has lost almost two pounds in the last two months... im blaming it on the walking and constantly being on the move. He loves to play chase,, peek a boo, and hide and seek. He loves to snuggle his stuffed lion and giraffe (melts my heart every time). He also loves to go anywhere and everywhere! He is not a home body, that's for sure. He still loves to give snuggles and kisses and im not even mad about it ;)
Calvin is not a big fan of baby food anymore. He will eat greber organic bananas and mangos and that is it! so he mostly just eats whatever we are eating...table foods. I have been on a bit of a healthy kick myself lately, and I make a green smoothie every day for lunch and I always find myself sharing with Calvin haha. He goes to bed between 9-10 and wakes up around 3 for a bottle and sleeps till around 9. He takes a morning and afternoon nap, each about 1-2 hours at least.
As far as likes and don't likes go, He is pretty much the same babe as he has been his whole 11 months of life. And he is still so well mannered. ugh... we just love him love him. Don't get me wrong guys, he throws his fits and cries when he doesn't get what he wants sometimes. But if im being completely honest, I hardly have room to complain.
We honestly think he is the cutest babe we have ever beheld. God truly outdid himself with the sweet spirit he sent to Tyler and I. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005026419230296074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105425194117287871.post-7693491548142959782014-02-03T16:06:00.001-08:002014-02-03T16:06:32.671-08:00A beautiful lifeLast night AND today I've gotten to rock Calvin to sleep and enjoy his snuggles. He's had a bad diaper rash the last couple days, so that's probably why. I'll take what I can get, though! Snuggles aren't easy to come by lately! Little boys are way to busy for them I guess. But it is nice to be reminded that he still enjoys to be snuggle by his momma every now and then. <div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Yo4EFYac63LURclt2Gwsy4TpwdrejFLC_Aokv0RrYrz1b5kykf_eOM77ZSyeanWoGNYgH2E0VCaa8_k_jpTtNVkGw9BnEk27lcn8rWTClsAeDXXBQhnhenunA18i7uuA5uOfgExJn8fO/s640/blogger-image-789403750.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Yo4EFYac63LURclt2Gwsy4TpwdrejFLC_Aokv0RrYrz1b5kykf_eOM77ZSyeanWoGNYgH2E0VCaa8_k_jpTtNVkGw9BnEk27lcn8rWTClsAeDXXBQhnhenunA18i7uuA5uOfgExJn8fO/s640/blogger-image-789403750.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So here I sit with all the lights off, tv off, a little Enya playing on pandora, and my babe snuggled into my chest with his blanket. Can it get better than this? I think not. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It's the perfect time for me to go through my camera role on my phone and reminiss on the past. I am truly so blessed. I have the most beautiful life, surrounded by beautiful friends and family. I am so blessed. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And I'm just... So grateful. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Happy Monday everyone.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005026419230296074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105425194117287871.post-55849937644434335832014-01-08T22:48:00.001-08:002014-01-08T22:48:29.144-08:00Mr. McKee | 10 months<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQpDsF_lNr2gOItbq7198nenV-YcR1mtOhMg6pPzNUNrHnkE_xECGa6tios8uJcfV1dxQkaIu4MYhHXJNj7QtRJxNhKWu59tuKeI9t5_lnXYUD4hl2HHv-SzfTPMDXgfRKx00xKVhELL9E/s640/blogger-image-295958669.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQpDsF_lNr2gOItbq7198nenV-YcR1mtOhMg6pPzNUNrHnkE_xECGa6tios8uJcfV1dxQkaIu4MYhHXJNj7QtRJxNhKWu59tuKeI9t5_lnXYUD4hl2HHv-SzfTPMDXgfRKx00xKVhELL9E/s640/blogger-image-295958669.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div>This last month for Calvin has been the busiest yet!! And can I just say that I have gained a whole new respect for babies? It's not an easy life they have... Cutting teeth, learning how to crawl, walk, stand up; it all sounds so exhausting to me. And our sweet babies do these things every day, and STILL manage to laugh and smile and give us kisses... well at least my Calvin does ;)<div><br></div><div>This last month- </div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> Calvin has learned how to give kisses! I love it, it's my favorite thing. I honestly can't stand how cute he is... Literally... I could eat him. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">He cut his two front teeth! I mean that's all he wanted for Christmas anyways ;)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">He taught himself how to stand up in the middle of the floor! This one shocked me the most... Usually babies don't do this until after they've started walking... They walk and then they fall down and crawl to something sturdy to help stand themselves back up. Then they get sick of doing that so they learn to stand up. Well I guess Calvin got it backwards... Haha. It's fine ;)</span></div><div><br></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">He started walking! He started taking more and more steps around Christmas time, and by New Years he was taking around 15 steps at a time! He is getting better and better, he hardly wants to crawl anymore. It helps that he knows how to stand too so he doesn't have to crawl to something when he falls down. I could watch him walk all day, it is the cutest thing. And he is always blowing bubbles or jabbering to himself whenever he walks haha... I can't help but laugh. He kills me!</font></div><div><br></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">He is getting better at sleeping at night! He sleeps through the night at least 3 days out of the week now... I told Tyler a few months back that we weren't even going to speak of having more children until we had 6 full months of Calvin sleeping through the night... Hehe. Not sure that will be the case ;) </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">He starting eating "the gross baby food" and liking it. You know, like the "turkey and rice dinner" and "chicken and veggies"... Gross. But he likes it so that's good.</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">A few of Calvin's favorite things: </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Taking baths... Still</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Riding in the shopping carts </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Playing with dad's basketball</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Riding in his red car</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Being outside </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Playing hide and seek and "chase"</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">At ten months, Calvin weighs 20 lbs, and is in the 12th percentile for his height. He is happy and healthy and is ahead in all of his milestones. </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">A day in the life- cal wakes up between 9-10 (I know right... I'm one lucky momma) I'll go get him from his crib and we play with his toys. He Eats his breakfast and has a bottle. We play for a bit and then he takes a nap </font><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">about two hours after he wakes up for 2-3 hours. After his morning nap, Tyler is usually awake by then from working the night shift, and we will go out to the store or something to get out of the house. He takes another nap around 5 for about 2 hours. After he wakes up he takes a bottle and has dinner. We play some more and then it's time for bed between 9-10. </span></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">What a crazy last month it's been! By far filled with the most firsts for little cal. Not only does he learn for himself, but he learns for me also! I learn so much from him... I will be forever grateful. I never thought my heart was capable of so much LOVE. Tyler and I have truly been blessed with the most well mannered and sweetest baby. It makes it hard to want more children! How can they get any better!? </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Happy ten months baby Cal! We love you more than words. </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhssnQCR44ajZBkHPuci_sGoP_0o4al_ooSFfYLxMybgUigM1A2stREhX4Xxjkx-uCoyCzU8hb_cdfB0xdbQLrPwv69yRtFmpHNrzBDoM0StbPn6fJWxK65ZfnIEi2N1zZEtKxWaLYNJVIx/s640/blogger-image-1097569483.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhssnQCR44ajZBkHPuci_sGoP_0o4al_ooSFfYLxMybgUigM1A2stREhX4Xxjkx-uCoyCzU8hb_cdfB0xdbQLrPwv69yRtFmpHNrzBDoM0StbPn6fJWxK65ZfnIEi2N1zZEtKxWaLYNJVIx/s640/blogger-image-1097569483.jpg"></a></div><br></font></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005026419230296074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105425194117287871.post-62722788999801381402014-01-06T09:16:00.001-08:002014-01-06T09:16:41.688-08:00Christmas and New Years Eve 2013This year was our first spending Christmas as a family. It's one that I will always hold dear to my heart. Tyler and I woke at about 8 that morning and opened gifts from each other. Among a couple other things, Tyler got a leather basketball he's been wanting and I got some perfume :) Santa was also kind and brought us some sonicare toothbrushes. Spoiled much? ;) <div><br></div><div>Calvin woke up at 8:30 and was ecstatic to see his red car waiting for him down the hallway :) </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijaDvllWy7tlLDkB181ixn79S0MAMwE2SFX3k3VfkUe60_5NqGrM6GgTFwdspeMm1Yh59u3iVuckwMEXgvky8V3dqAnp6zP0uZLFD5NRxGkIUr-fKMZxSUNJEwjl_EMdaW2PqPy-iWEnjK/s640/blogger-image-1894213759.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijaDvllWy7tlLDkB181ixn79S0MAMwE2SFX3k3VfkUe60_5NqGrM6GgTFwdspeMm1Yh59u3iVuckwMEXgvky8V3dqAnp6zP0uZLFD5NRxGkIUr-fKMZxSUNJEwjl_EMdaW2PqPy-iWEnjK/s640/blogger-image-1894213759.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>It was actually a tie between his smile when he saw the car and when he saw his Talking Elmo book... Both priceless haha. We hardly wrapped any of his presents. He was not interested in unwrapping any of them haha. Maybe next year :)</div><div><br></div><div>We spent Christmas Day going to our families houses. Took a nap, ate dinner, and finished off the day going to the church to play basketball and to let Calvin ride in his car. He was in heaven.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvL3dQT70gsSt8dgtfmEkRup33g4L-LMni4B257V0m-FMYObRM3cy3YNk5LkFI0hCJ2TGJQt_glyJtlypN368tIzmwrC_xMdsH2Ir7uKezSK9pDLwkRRsg4XF3O4wXHYvjq38zgM5ZlONV/s640/blogger-image--1815828876.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvL3dQT70gsSt8dgtfmEkRup33g4L-LMni4B257V0m-FMYObRM3cy3YNk5LkFI0hCJ2TGJQt_glyJtlypN368tIzmwrC_xMdsH2Ir7uKezSK9pDLwkRRsg4XF3O4wXHYvjq38zgM5ZlONV/s640/blogger-image--1815828876.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>What a great day it was to spend with family, and to reflect on the day of our saviors birth. Such a blessed day. </div><div><br></div><div>New Year's Eve we spent partying at the Mittons home! Everyone brought something for the taco bar and a game if they wanted. Taco bar was delish by the way... I brought my homemade guac even 👍 </div><div><br></div><div>We played telestrations, catch phrase, ping pong, and nerts till we burned out! At 11:45 us girls poured the sparkling cider to ready ourselves for the arrival of 2014. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih5g9RJj9vdUu0c5Qa4gq7EYY8B739r5ox-juBsIvTltIZEjMsevQBPK5MEvETQLnk-OEy-LWjs8jFZitgezulCsf1_cPPpLlxMNEzMdSBKo7JjpBIgLjnuSw3ThuNFyaIGbZMeTVbjxWK/s640/blogger-image--1898452674.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih5g9RJj9vdUu0c5Qa4gq7EYY8B739r5ox-juBsIvTltIZEjMsevQBPK5MEvETQLnk-OEy-LWjs8jFZitgezulCsf1_cPPpLlxMNEzMdSBKo7JjpBIgLjnuSw3ThuNFyaIGbZMeTVbjxWK/s640/blogger-image--1898452674.jpg"></a></div> Gettin a little tipsy with Hailey</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsZDqfNEi4mCfz7COiJto_YlGzVCsNBpiKXD8PgV5Y7cMbw3vR637a9RNPUoVkguQSg8fW7wRw_qPocFyphdQjFqP1IB2G479H6ggRpHlCHzxriR-0B0tPqvwGZPcWu0GdTVZLLQcyX9s1/s640/blogger-image--1981436694.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsZDqfNEi4mCfz7COiJto_YlGzVCsNBpiKXD8PgV5Y7cMbw3vR637a9RNPUoVkguQSg8fW7wRw_qPocFyphdQjFqP1IB2G479H6ggRpHlCHzxriR-0B0tPqvwGZPcWu0GdTVZLLQcyX9s1/s640/blogger-image--1981436694.jpg"></a></div> Cheers!</div><div><br></div><div>It was a great night spent with our best friends. We are truly so grateful for them. Half of them live out of town now so it's rare to get to spend time playing together! </div><div><br></div><div>Here's a few more pics from that night.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiErZSeLkfbfueCKIO5pqTVGRG4AHPCnvmIhDvenc8Ex3Kt6ZxDrNd37uaQHo8qFJsIeSUlg_nbn3Xbq2nrvxpD1I6L1cK44ahGoJwJDwGyQAauo8qVFOHWWk_19NWpWhm1Oa-ptwpM4K1P/s640/blogger-image--573540627.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiErZSeLkfbfueCKIO5pqTVGRG4AHPCnvmIhDvenc8Ex3Kt6ZxDrNd37uaQHo8qFJsIeSUlg_nbn3Xbq2nrvxpD1I6L1cK44ahGoJwJDwGyQAauo8qVFOHWWk_19NWpWhm1Oa-ptwpM4K1P/s640/blogger-image--573540627.jpg"></a></div> Hands down the best thing that 2013 gave to us, our sweet babe ❤️</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgbpkdapzn7NkIQ4GWKMvQDzilqx8Es73r2iXs7tQpgKgBHR2SR8YypylmrGV5Mia2MV6j9PVk7Uk30b5JqmklDPpB6xkbmOHcRCthJS0jJPTeCjb66ST66hJNSFaWLFyrqXeO8tMV8A9b/s640/blogger-image-148528314.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgbpkdapzn7NkIQ4GWKMvQDzilqx8Es73r2iXs7tQpgKgBHR2SR8YypylmrGV5Mia2MV6j9PVk7Uk30b5JqmklDPpB6xkbmOHcRCthJS0jJPTeCjb66ST66hJNSFaWLFyrqXeO8tMV8A9b/s640/blogger-image-148528314.jpg"></a></div> The girls 💐🎀</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfs2G1j15ovdFVIhcWzDfPWNgIKbPWZrnD4UU6kE70O5HYlUydjXcmEtNL0L-qfkUXQLg3huxQdHFO2Fj-CT3eIQ0jehTQTNRp-TEt-0Xly67gym9-Fy9IChpWKkHhDFwQiTrqZHVwpEW4/s640/blogger-image-920093472.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfs2G1j15ovdFVIhcWzDfPWNgIKbPWZrnD4UU6kE70O5HYlUydjXcmEtNL0L-qfkUXQLg3huxQdHFO2Fj-CT3eIQ0jehTQTNRp-TEt-0Xly67gym9-Fy9IChpWKkHhDFwQiTrqZHVwpEW4/s640/blogger-image-920093472.jpg"></a></div> The men 💪</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcHezQhrr-xC4UGxjtzddn3PgdWXy-HneS6z5sjY7P3o1-xS2OIB-5hKGwipUexjMLuC0ilsrMhuNFl17prnezTUOQFpwivIIh_Q7FQPcTonN9oU-_HQaCHEPTKr-4hPtZiQKxq462uXmK/s640/blogger-image-1686266040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcHezQhrr-xC4UGxjtzddn3PgdWXy-HneS6z5sjY7P3o1-xS2OIB-5hKGwipUexjMLuC0ilsrMhuNFl17prnezTUOQFpwivIIh_Q7FQPcTonN9oU-_HQaCHEPTKr-4hPtZiQKxq462uXmK/s640/blogger-image-1686266040.jpg"></a></div>And last but not least, my favorite guy :) and my New Years kiss for the 4th year now. I love this man with my whole heart. Here's to another great year together!</div><div><br></div><div>New Years resolutions-</div><div>•work out 5 days/week </div><div>•use my best judgment in any given situation</div><div>•save money for a trip with my hubby</div><div>•work on my patience... It can run a bit low at times I'm afraid...</div><div>•read through the BOM at least once</div><div><br></div><div>Happy new year everyone! Let's make it the best one yet! Cheers 🍸</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005026419230296074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105425194117287871.post-16345926925574000182013-12-20T10:06:00.001-08:002013-12-20T10:06:29.126-08:00Happy Christmas, Harry :)<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs_q2k6Jb81c6wcoHdzS-iCJcOQUHZ7eJZHQoUupzsM1O5RG7JjK21naxnJaGrB2Qg8IcxBvAFDhaOwwwMUTvPNP57JmS8IVeTuvYZJRLZeiYwYzKra-PA1PgRfRTm1mOFYy69A8GbwHMt/s640/blogger-image-1290349793.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs_q2k6Jb81c6wcoHdzS-iCJcOQUHZ7eJZHQoUupzsM1O5RG7JjK21naxnJaGrB2Qg8IcxBvAFDhaOwwwMUTvPNP57JmS8IVeTuvYZJRLZeiYwYzKra-PA1PgRfRTm1mOFYy69A8GbwHMt/s640/blogger-image-1290349793.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Finally sent these beauties out last week! Since we are poor and it's the Christmas season, we could only afford postage for close family and friends. Though, I wanted to send one to everyone we know! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Christmas is finally just around the corner! I finally finished shopping for Tyler and Calvin last night. It's a great feeling :) Although I love shopping and wrapping presents, it's great to have it done and be able to focus on spending time with my family and friends who are coming from out if town! We are so excited to see everyone :) Christmas wouldn't be the same without you.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">In other great and random news... I have my handsome and sophisticated husband back!! I chopped about 5 inches of auburn hair off his head last week. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtJ5Msi67PRKxlKpyFnbItklL4mnPY61i0sdS4MjCaCN14xL4YLQ7HfCFiertzS4GOQnYkQ6ry0xpiOarkuPrnqPv0mXcaoafRhZ6aRiuzq_wYZ6InUj-pFzojx_PSIF72Lme87leRSgrh/s640/blogger-image--352672719.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtJ5Msi67PRKxlKpyFnbItklL4mnPY61i0sdS4MjCaCN14xL4YLQ7HfCFiertzS4GOQnYkQ6ry0xpiOarkuPrnqPv0mXcaoafRhZ6aRiuzq_wYZ6InUj-pFzojx_PSIF72Lme87leRSgrh/s640/blogger-image--352672719.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I dunno about you, but I prefer my husband clean shaven and with a neat haircut. I can take him way more seriously this way, and for those of you who know Tyler, know how hard that is to come by haha. So I got my pleasant and handsome husband back. Merry Christmas to me!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIVZCCb-wsbJqoI1B10wdl0yx06oxpAkiroOyW36IU9LFb2M5j23e7RAC54pz6j0iKJ6tuwGm-ECFPU-NeyF7GPRmL_7H17PPZhc8kGRYANt8nbzGoRQl9w9unizI5Tw3gHjzJxSLTTHxE/s640/blogger-image--1140594055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIVZCCb-wsbJqoI1B10wdl0yx06oxpAkiroOyW36IU9LFb2M5j23e7RAC54pz6j0iKJ6tuwGm-ECFPU-NeyF7GPRmL_7H17PPZhc8kGRYANt8nbzGoRQl9w9unizI5Tw3gHjzJxSLTTHxE/s640/blogger-image--1140594055.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Wishing everyone a very, merry Christmas. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Love, the McKees </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005026419230296074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105425194117287871.post-58102489652346912292013-12-08T23:37:00.001-08:002013-12-08T23:37:36.039-08:00My love of food... And moneySo guys... I love food. And I also love money. As of late, the husband and I have been trying to find a way where we can have our food...and eat it too. Haha. So I decided we should try making a two week meal plan and sticking to it. Making a grocery list to an exact T of what we would need for the next two weeks. After I added everything up, we figured we would roughly save around 200$ per month. When we don't have a certain ingredient for a dinner we want, we get lazy and decide to just go grab subway or a pizza for ten bucks. It sounds cheap, right? But, ten bucks, is ten bucks. And we would do this probably two or three times a week! It adds up quick! We were spending way too much money on eating out and groceries. So, we opted for our two week meal plan idea.<div><br></div><div>Any who, The only downfall to this plan... Taking time to plan 14 meals and write a grocery list. It literally took me a whole morning to do it. But it definitely paid off. We stuck to our meal plan, and we've only ate out once in the last two weeks. And it was for a group date we went on to the temple... So it's ok :)</div><div><br></div><div>I forgot how fun it is to cook! And follow new recipes. I tried a few new ones I had pinned on Pinterest. My two favorites: </div><div>Crock pot Broccoli and cheese soup-</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPRHlHai2w9f9Kx8E1umSpIZNQkTBe7PlyZjr6DeVyrPTd1PUUyNrMCicV-rzSMdMSNUNt1m45FWbLy5IN4nmZCNCY2QovEJgo7QlTF6L7P_xGCCU-_oUQR6Q38A7G7F5vyj9fbOn-piU-/s640/blogger-image--1638632412.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPRHlHai2w9f9Kx8E1umSpIZNQkTBe7PlyZjr6DeVyrPTd1PUUyNrMCicV-rzSMdMSNUNt1m45FWbLy5IN4nmZCNCY2QovEJgo7QlTF6L7P_xGCCU-_oUQR6Q38A7G7F5vyj9fbOn-piU-/s640/blogger-image--1638632412.jpg"></a></div></div><div> Tyler wanted to add a few potatoes, so we did. Fabulous idear :)</div><div><br></div><div>And chicken Parmesan | the Alfredo was a recipe I use from Our Best Bites cook book.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVdxGzbEaTd8qZzDbu2d9gTEWF_snHqzwuHmWsX_AsF1iOtjaeJUh3qc8QgJ20kOhMOWkpKv_jytHvXGyWg85Q5jl-A9-6y5mA7Hq0Y1L85OV_WqRYE5pxywhe6sZakoUFht1NP-oaj0Fo/s640/blogger-image--1573807920.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVdxGzbEaTd8qZzDbu2d9gTEWF_snHqzwuHmWsX_AsF1iOtjaeJUh3qc8QgJ20kOhMOWkpKv_jytHvXGyWg85Q5jl-A9-6y5mA7Hq0Y1L85OV_WqRYE5pxywhe6sZakoUFht1NP-oaj0Fo/s640/blogger-image--1573807920.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>I just started my grocery list and meal plan for the next two weeks. Street tacos is definitely a must have for all meal plans. My sister is the one to thank for this recipe. It is delish. I used to use chicken, but pork is less hassle. Here's the recipe for anyone who wants to try it :)</div><div><br></div><div>Pork roast </div><div>Raw tortillas </div><div>Cheese</div><div>Chopped Romaine Lettuce</div><div>Homemade guac *</div><div>Sour cream</div><div>Tomatoes</div><div>Olives</div><div>1 cup rice</div><div>1 can black beans</div><div>1 big can green enchilada sauce </div><div>1 can el Pato tomato sauce</div><div>1 can diced tomatoes</div><div>1-2 cups brown sugar</div><div><br></div><div>Start the pot roast in a crock pot for about 6-7 hours on low ahead of time before you plan to eat. After 5 hours, you should be able to pull it apart with a fork. Add the enchilada sauce, el Pato, diced tomatoes and brown sugar. Pork is done!</div><div><br></div><div>Cook 1 cup of rice in a rice cooker and once it's cooked, stir in the black beans (drained and rinsed) the rice will hear the beans enough after about 5-10 minutes.</div><div><br></div><div>Cook your tortillas and add whatever toppings you want! Home made guacamole is a must have for ours... It's a deal breaker if we don't have any. I have made this meal for many friends in the last, and every time I do they ask for the recipe. You can't go wrong! </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmHv8xh5piezguVVBBrVyMnsdTbj5w9yTzMj74Bkm3B7rusPu47lRELk5VZzcriOAcfxRJIJJ8z0-LeuBrAzvxHdI6nIwsDJDtdHqqQVT2NBREuaiuVXFqBPkUWfI7KUm1fNelTDpTX2DJ/s640/blogger-image-1945916311.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmHv8xh5piezguVVBBrVyMnsdTbj5w9yTzMj74Bkm3B7rusPu47lRELk5VZzcriOAcfxRJIJJ8z0-LeuBrAzvxHdI6nIwsDJDtdHqqQVT2NBREuaiuVXFqBPkUWfI7KUm1fNelTDpTX2DJ/s640/blogger-image-1945916311.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Here's to planning ahead and saving money! Cheers!</div><div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005026419230296074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105425194117287871.post-53462604330307225072013-12-05T11:08:00.001-08:002013-12-05T14:02:37.167-08:00Holiday hoobie-whatie'sGuys...it's already December!! can you believe it!? Thanksgiving and the month of November have come and gone. This year we had thanksgiving with my family at my brothers house. It was delicious, as always :) I don't mean to brag or anything, but my mom and my sisters know how to cook a good meal. My mom is the best cook i know...and luckily she has passed on some of her tricks to my sisters and I. I was in charge of bringing 3 side dishes this year. The bean casserole, broccoli salad, and raspberry cheesecake. They all turned out fabulous, if i do say so myself ;) Any who, it was a great day hanging out with my family and being extremely grateful for all that i have. This year has been the best years yet, welcoming our sweet babe into this world and watching him learn and grow into the smart and handsome babe that he is. Being his momma is the best thing in this world. I love him to pieces. Im positive i have me one of the hardest working husbands around. He has done so much for Calvin and I this year. I scored BIG in the husband department. We have taken many risks this year as well, trying to better our family life style. Some were successful and others..not so much. But we are all about making the best choices we can, and if we fail at them at least we won't have to wonder "what if". In the end, family is all that matters, right? We have ended up in a nice apartment to keep us warm for the winter, food in our bellies, and clothes on our backs. I'd say we have a lot to be grateful for :)
<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiahiVxZtubQ6Ebmon7CBbn2jpnTZEXI_-WUTnDT1LjizudpN7aK9R-y3043tr6SJkDKZfPyIZ7yRYaYVdIHRUQ1EEMyviioV7K484a2EpANTsI5aPq2fUXbAN2qfQuGMNjSBMoKuU5HdR2/s640/blogger-image-8352893.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiahiVxZtubQ6Ebmon7CBbn2jpnTZEXI_-WUTnDT1LjizudpN7aK9R-y3043tr6SJkDKZfPyIZ7yRYaYVdIHRUQ1EEMyviioV7K484a2EpANTsI5aPq2fUXbAN2qfQuGMNjSBMoKuU5HdR2/s640/blogger-image-8352893.jpg"></a></div> The only pic I got on thanksgiving... Missing Tyler :(</div><div><br></div><div>So going backwards a little bit, we went to the Catching Fire premier the week before thanksgiving! It was honestly... Amaze balls. We decided to go to the 8:00 showing Thursday night. Our friends Hailey and Kyle May surprised us the day before and told us they were coming down early Thursday so they could come to the movie with us!! It was so great. We were nearly the first in line, so we got grey seats. Our friends Chelsea and Tyeson Mitton, and Kaitlin Neilson, and my sister Amy and brother in law Hank joined us as well! Hank was the guy who stood up and yelled in the theatre "hooray for the hungry games!!" Yea... He said Hungry. Haha. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpzFkLiY8p9a2IStk1wH10G3ZeQhK4PxKipE8v8v4KMqfvuFUsxtbUBXfbKxukiNrqrermo45ppowuvQGXK766Grgi8rOiYVLDZ0EX-zIYQVJSZFFKv5yhb7TIc55vew-4An7JdzArK9qU/s640/blogger-image--1939505323.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpzFkLiY8p9a2IStk1wH10G3ZeQhK4PxKipE8v8v4KMqfvuFUsxtbUBXfbKxukiNrqrermo45ppowuvQGXK766Grgi8rOiYVLDZ0EX-zIYQVJSZFFKv5yhb7TIc55vew-4An7JdzArK9qU/s640/blogger-image--1939505323.jpg"></a></div> Waiting in line </div><div><br></div><div>We had a lot if fun while these guys were in town, we went to lava, played games, and went to the temple for ceilings and dinner. We were sad to see them leave, but they will be back in a couple weeks for Christmas! And our other friends will be flying home for Christmas as well! We are so excited. We really do have the best married friends. We are blessed :)</div><div><br></div><div>Now that it's December, you guessed it! Calvy is 9 months old! The cutest one around, too :)</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Hi3KMtCYCQXfpCCdHcljjSZzbMhU-az6tZOmc8qjlqaYEzDSwzVm65RLVJPZeVrU-fwGosQWrCbPQVVt1gNPG2O58B95H8tIXv8ubYjjdxjHOf-AWZcaQHFzzSbOXXMfFHKnCUk3xQwz/s640/blogger-image--142406619.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Hi3KMtCYCQXfpCCdHcljjSZzbMhU-az6tZOmc8qjlqaYEzDSwzVm65RLVJPZeVrU-fwGosQWrCbPQVVt1gNPG2O58B95H8tIXv8ubYjjdxjHOf-AWZcaQHFzzSbOXXMfFHKnCUk3xQwz/s640/blogger-image--142406619.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4AlKPUcnNutisbjsLweomjd0iISwxKgZbQwnsKu3WMLhecof9z6qpy6d4KEGA6oBFsUJaBBFwkDnnKL1ikak3eFlFp8w2MGq6OLxwohsqzbLLsREFaFix2j2KCPolXXfciUhJKuCM4CF_/s640/blogger-image-782832991.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4AlKPUcnNutisbjsLweomjd0iISwxKgZbQwnsKu3WMLhecof9z6qpy6d4KEGA6oBFsUJaBBFwkDnnKL1ikak3eFlFp8w2MGq6OLxwohsqzbLLsREFaFix2j2KCPolXXfciUhJKuCM4CF_/s640/blogger-image-782832991.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>He is doing Sooo good! He did get sick this last month, for what seemed like forrr-evvv-errr. (Feel free to say it in the Sandlot tone.) Poor babe had a fever for 5 days straight. It would go down when I gave him Tylenol or Motrin, but it was always there. We were worried he might have whooping cough, his cough was so bad. We listened to what it sounded like on YouTube and it sounded just like his. The cough started to get better after a few days so we ruled that out luckily, but it did give us a scare. Being a mother is the most stressful job on this planet. I wanted so bad to take his miserable pain away so that he could sleep through the night. This was luckily the first time he had been sick for more than a day in his 9 months of living. Which I'm grateful for because it was so hard for me. He mostly just wanted to be held and snuggled. Which was fine with me, they are hard to come by these days. Thanksgiving was the first day he was back to his normal self! Hopefully we won't be seeing any more sickness for a while!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5JXsdscQlZ8GpKid-sU6IDSRv8jr66bVqXvEMopsxYj1Tk1bCR2WX7FcgyWTFVUeNZ4TcedyCVwwNp5di8Urp3BkOMHaU_VAQl39WqxFKc3BdCVN3vniUD09fYTA9AJfyWEPRXZP5MZIM/s640/blogger-image--1327903866.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5JXsdscQlZ8GpKid-sU6IDSRv8jr66bVqXvEMopsxYj1Tk1bCR2WX7FcgyWTFVUeNZ4TcedyCVwwNp5di8Urp3BkOMHaU_VAQl39WqxFKc3BdCVN3vniUD09fYTA9AJfyWEPRXZP5MZIM/s640/blogger-image--1327903866.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">He fell asleep in front of the heater :(</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">At 9 months Calvin is taking steps here and there when he wants to! The most he's taken at a time is 3. I think he will be walking in the next month but what do I know? Haha. He takes two naps every day still, and goes to bed around 9. Wakes up once during the night usually but goes right back to sleep with a bottle. He is not as crazy about baby food as he has been in the past... He mostly just wants to eat whatever we are eating. He knows we eat the good stuff... Like this morning I was eating a few flamin hot Cheetos and he kept buggin me for a taste. So I gave him a little lick thinking he would hate it and would quit buggin me. Nope... He loved it. And ate two of them himself. Haha. Bad mom award!? Probably. Whatev.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyrLrwx7CRUWtJ1ibh-2QjSNYnRIlUTQml7Ze3fuKGZYNSCMUzWiPpelbGQAbVgexn02IyxTogDPJ2DGRrXwKY480jaoPW0IJgAstfOA6H861duIFasqAfFLH3vlkHIEl7AyijgLxdvXsk/s640/blogger-image--468760052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyrLrwx7CRUWtJ1ibh-2QjSNYnRIlUTQml7Ze3fuKGZYNSCMUzWiPpelbGQAbVgexn02IyxTogDPJ2DGRrXwKY480jaoPW0IJgAstfOA6H861duIFasqAfFLH3vlkHIEl7AyijgLxdvXsk/s640/blogger-image--468760052.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> He is the happiest baby I've ever met. He loves loves loves to laugh! And he has the cutest baby laugh. He loves to cuddle pillows and stuffed animals, it's pretty cute. He still says "dada" all the time, but we are working on "momma". Hopefully he will say it soon! My fingers are crossed :) his face looks like a Hansen, but he has his dad's mouth so some faces he makes he looks like Tyker haha... Weird. Cause Tyler and I look nothing alike. He also has Tyler's body; long torso, shorter legs. He still wears 4-6 month pants but he is in 9 month shirts. He is growing growing! His 9 month checkup is at the end of this month so we will see where he weighs in at, my gues is around 20 lbs. He is so great though and doing amazing. We love him so much. Happy 9 months Cal! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO1ynttuJw1wc79yqVHJ1N0Qioxqj5iEjUptc8NsAS0uGdm5z82FN0TFef9kI-HfOgsHJTV-ZpRzWvOsUgW1YyYnMF40yK4IEwnI9qQ0eNXbY-cLZ3jgQqOvrYEUiC76R17NMYzVJVDcl6/s640/blogger-image-1938586965.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO1ynttuJw1wc79yqVHJ1N0Qioxqj5iEjUptc8NsAS0uGdm5z82FN0TFef9kI-HfOgsHJTV-ZpRzWvOsUgW1YyYnMF40yK4IEwnI9qQ0eNXbY-cLZ3jgQqOvrYEUiC76R17NMYzVJVDcl6/s640/blogger-image-1938586965.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We finally got all our boxes unpacked, pictures hung on the walls, and our Christmas tree up! We go this one from my sister in law! We threw our old one out before we moved to texas, so we're grateful to have one. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Christmas is around the corner! I haven't even started shopping yet... Oops. We were too lazy to go Black Friday shopping this year, which was pretty nice actually. But now I have to get my rear in gear and get shopping done. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving and is having a great December so far! Cheers!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005026419230296074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105425194117287871.post-28123986799772503042013-11-13T08:57:00.001-08:002013-11-17T13:16:22.216-08:00What have we been up to lately?October was so good to us this year. For sure my favorite part of the year. Perfect fall weather. And Halloween! We had so much fun with family and friends this last month! We are sad to see it go but thanksgiving and Christmas are always fun too!<div><br></div><div>We went to a few haunted attractions with a few friends this last month. The first one we went to was a haunted straw maze in between Rigby and rexburg. We went with my sister and her family and couple friends of ours. We also went to Dr. Slaughters with our friends Travis and Megan Martin! Our first time ever! I'm such a chicken and hid behind Tyler and closed my eyes at least half of the time. My husband is 6.7 and is also a chicken... We make him go in front we we can also get a good laugh haha!</div><div><br></div><div>Halloween was a complete success this year as it was Calvin's first and our first year spending it as a family :) I picked out Calvin's costume in late September. My mom and I found it at Costco, it's a cute little elephant. It was still huge on him so I was hoping that during the next month he would grow I to it! Which he did and he was the cutest little elephant ever!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJo9Yo4byCYbOxJXjtZcS0UWScSKzPiVjW6I3T997m0DNMNaV_sZ_DLKxRztkpobM7GVGNJXIZ_w1N_GW4hgDmfsgEGFouvfI3ZaQbFcNtzmAS3hiYc4MXN1eTcoQWTb6ybnL5ln5HbuFp/s640/blogger-image-1048329296.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJo9Yo4byCYbOxJXjtZcS0UWScSKzPiVjW6I3T997m0DNMNaV_sZ_DLKxRztkpobM7GVGNJXIZ_w1N_GW4hgDmfsgEGFouvfI3ZaQbFcNtzmAS3hiYc4MXN1eTcoQWTb6ybnL5ln5HbuFp/s640/blogger-image-1048329296.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Being how it was out first Halloween as a family, we HAD to dress up. It was so fun dressing up together! Tyler and I were safari hunters and Calvin was our catch of the day ;) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw1RksVGc_cCprmc8YRkwGeZr2bP70pPRi0Vz5OQPK8fg56f7iPzB1ROIlRc9agUajH48EnPXere2ThEUq1URzDk8J5XuICMHtDcbyAJq3rR8tRPmRv7Wk2it5AzFXN-KeXgYe24PcMCSx/s640/blogger-image-1344477588.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw1RksVGc_cCprmc8YRkwGeZr2bP70pPRi0Vz5OQPK8fg56f7iPzB1ROIlRc9agUajH48EnPXere2ThEUq1URzDk8J5XuICMHtDcbyAJq3rR8tRPmRv7Wk2it5AzFXN-KeXgYe24PcMCSx/s640/blogger-image-1344477588.jpg"></a></div><br></div>We went trick or treating to a few houses, hung out with friends and family and called it a night. A definite success.</div><div><br></div><div>Now that it's November that means that Calvin is now 8 months! And almost 9 in a couple weeks! Where is the time going!? Flying away from me as fast as it can :(</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsgF3vDCEG-N6b1tcC2kKe7TjF7Vn_lfLYPYW-XlLjNR6LBVmd80RzKcLai-ofsc89boXwMMEH0tdPo1LsGahHMpSJvTOxo53n_dQ-vlDvpLdUws2CtHaXzUjlE81j9IM7o_Qs0CK6ww5e/s640/blogger-image--793592419.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsgF3vDCEG-N6b1tcC2kKe7TjF7Vn_lfLYPYW-XlLjNR6LBVmd80RzKcLai-ofsc89boXwMMEH0tdPo1LsGahHMpSJvTOxo53n_dQ-vlDvpLdUws2CtHaXzUjlE81j9IM7o_Qs0CK6ww5e/s640/blogger-image--793592419.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>At 8 months Calvin can say "dada" and does a million times a day. We are still working on momma... It will come haha. He also can take little steps on his own when he wants to! I'm hoping the walking will be at least a month or two away still haha. But we are still encouraging non the less! He eats every time we eat. If we are eating something he will yell at us until we share with him. But he's so cute how could we not!? He eats a 3 oz. bottle every hour and half to two hours. He still spits up at least once after every bottle, but it is diminishing as he grows! Calvin is the fastest crawler I've seen. He gets from point a to point b before I have time to blink! It's hard trying to be one step ahead of him all the time. He is still the happiest and funniest baby I've ever met. He is only sad when he's tired or hungry. Yes of course he still whines about little things but it's very seldom. I love not having a grouchy baby and I count my blessings every day. He still wakes up once a night for a bottle but other than that if he wakes up we let him whine himself back to sleep. Which only takes about two minutes luckily. He takes a morning nap and an afternoon nap, each about two hours. His favorites are still taking baths, eating an being outside haha. I don't know if it will ever change. He is at such a fun age and we love evey minute of being with him! </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0h-lOFo39eCvYmKPCTgoOkKcDS64GnqeSujHpb0UT13isT4nWI2pVhEb_kpIquQvOyeNmcS87wK1p2ptd5arEmHRjWQr8rJL9L4t6C7N_cG_mz54n5ESebiW5C-WGkUztxk17HkbjHBFS/s640/blogger-image--1602821516.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0h-lOFo39eCvYmKPCTgoOkKcDS64GnqeSujHpb0UT13isT4nWI2pVhEb_kpIquQvOyeNmcS87wK1p2ptd5arEmHRjWQr8rJL9L4t6C7N_cG_mz54n5ESebiW5C-WGkUztxk17HkbjHBFS/s640/blogger-image--1602821516.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Did I mentioned we finally found an apartment!? Well we did! We moved out of my parents and Into our duplex apartment on park in Pocatello! It so nice finally being able to use my furniture and to have our own place. It's been almost 7 months since we moved to Texas (how in the heck!?) and all of our stuff has been in storage with the spiders ever since. There are no stairs in our apartment so Calvin is free to roam about the ship as he chooses, which he loves. As do I. We are right in the middle of town so it's nice! We are also close to a few friends! I think we are going to love it here.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq0az3D4DdppIjByvdVeNcyaDrVLJIXOjnKFsvSTUoTgCt5ZfzhJmguePBkDl6zAWfbBpYpm_RmSPYNuRFEZ49IAeiqKGyi3ltk6qmb9CyDgocc4-ol6ebcXkjcXLbPxXHMNWoLuXD5s15/s640/blogger-image-266329371.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq0az3D4DdppIjByvdVeNcyaDrVLJIXOjnKFsvSTUoTgCt5ZfzhJmguePBkDl6zAWfbBpYpm_RmSPYNuRFEZ49IAeiqKGyi3ltk6qmb9CyDgocc4-ol6ebcXkjcXLbPxXHMNWoLuXD5s15/s640/blogger-image-266329371.jpg"></a></div></div><div>The hard working moving crew in our bath tub haha (minus a couple others)</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Well in other news, the Hunger Games Catching Fire comes out this week! Tyler and I and few friends I believe are going to the premier! It's always a good time. Catching Fire was my favorite book of the trilogy so I'm hoping the movie won't disappoint! </div><div><br></div><div>Hope everyone has a good week! :)</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005026419230296074noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105425194117287871.post-22661661219608661222013-11-12T14:17:00.001-08:002013-11-12T14:17:50.502-08:00Being pregnant | my 38 week adventureSo as I mentioned in my last post, I've been wanting to blog about my pregnancy with Calvin. It was the most surreal, spiritual, and incredible experience. Let's see how well I do with summing up 38 weeks into one post :)<div><br></div><div>At about 7 weeks, the neusea hit me like a ton of bricks. Alllllll day sickness. I couldn't make it to the bathroom soon enough in the morning so I had a bowl by my bed. Graceful right? And then I'd Puke again in the shower, not sure why. The steam maybe?? But it was a routine that stuck with me for a while. One thing I'll mention is I wasn't too mad about being sick. Actually, I was more grateful. My last pregnancy which ended in miscarriage, I wasn't sick at all. And I'd heard that the more sick you are, the healthier your growing baby was. So I had a hard time complaining about being sick. I guess that's a good thing? Haha.</div><div><br></div><div>I announced my pregnancy to my closest friend Hailey when I was 10 weeks, right after our ultrasound and we'd heard and seen our beans heartbeat. She was moving to Arizona that week and I wanted to tell her in person. We also told my parents that day, they were so ecstatic about it! We waited to tell Tyler's family and everyone else until our next appointment which was around 12 weeks. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCmQUPku4rHFPXTiQL5oFJT1m2rZV0EmGH9e2wMp47yCvJgsxoAwkk8XvmiDBHapZ3fZIPhyB_XFx6ooyG5UCZw-ZFu44mBs8fn0q8jZQf5uOKEfgj74OkH9g32LNUnGnkYssh5f42EUjH/s640/blogger-image--628511949.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCmQUPku4rHFPXTiQL5oFJT1m2rZV0EmGH9e2wMp47yCvJgsxoAwkk8XvmiDBHapZ3fZIPhyB_XFx6ooyG5UCZw-ZFu44mBs8fn0q8jZQf5uOKEfgj74OkH9g32LNUnGnkYssh5f42EUjH/s640/blogger-image--628511949.jpg"></a></div></div><div> This was actually our very first ultrasound. I was about 8 weeks. So mind blowing. </div><div><br></div><div>My cravings in my first trimester were: </div><div>Lemons. I'd eat then whole. But it sucked throwing those up not gonna lie...</div><div>Chocolate. Especially mint chocolate truffles from Little America</div><div>Fresh fruits and veggies.</div><div><br></div><div>Second trimester came and the neusea was still at full speed. Tyler hated taking me out to dinner... I can't count how many restaurant parking lots I threw up in. It was like throwing money away in the garbage... I would get so mad every time. Ugh.</div><div><br></div><div>I finally got the guts to take my first belly pic at about 17 weeks. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid5YocgqjWt4B4iT-N7KzToI-HUmK0FL0I7oGb7MfC3wYqV6pmjJegncrJZa5u6MWIxTPo54ZAv3mzoHxhB4JqLrSTLjz2Ii7wn_ZEvGTqGRqTWFA1xNwq9v2sMf2ThZgKzT2gOI2SIMLo/s640/blogger-image--233778776.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid5YocgqjWt4B4iT-N7KzToI-HUmK0FL0I7oGb7MfC3wYqV6pmjJegncrJZa5u6MWIxTPo54ZAv3mzoHxhB4JqLrSTLjz2Ii7wn_ZEvGTqGRqTWFA1xNwq9v2sMf2ThZgKzT2gOI2SIMLo/s640/blogger-image--233778776.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>It was so fun having a belly. It was right about this time I starting feeling him move around too. Such a cool feeling. </div><div><br></div><div>At 18 1/2 weeks we were scheduled to have our gender ultrasound. My mom, Tyler's mom and the two of us walked back to ultrasound room and the first thing we saw on the screen was our babes privates haha. No shame! It's a boy!! My heart literally melted. I already loved him with my whole heart. And he looked Sooo handsome!! Which he is to this day! I'm not gonna lie people, I knew it was a boy. When people would ask what I though it was I would reply "I'm 100 and 10% sure it's a boy". So there ya have it. Mothers intuition at its finest ;)</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipuv-WOzv-mTbzCDEu-mhffPvaT59JXTWnrUeQpIIE8zr-Ub8DKJgvUAsjenp4m5OX8_XNGp5mSa56PcMHTcWcKNQJuNckOixzdWkoEfM-mSI0F92avXyduWpqfEHGkEWULLR-iRBHuRDc/s640/blogger-image-1839005893.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipuv-WOzv-mTbzCDEu-mhffPvaT59JXTWnrUeQpIIE8zr-Ub8DKJgvUAsjenp4m5OX8_XNGp5mSa56PcMHTcWcKNQJuNckOixzdWkoEfM-mSI0F92avXyduWpqfEHGkEWULLR-iRBHuRDc/s640/blogger-image-1839005893.jpg"></a></div></div><div> Handsome right!? </div><div><br></div><div>At about 25 weeks the neusea finally started dwindling. I'd throw up once or twice evey morning and that was it for the day. Every now and then if throw up after a meal but it was pretty seldom. I finally started to gain some weight! He was kicking and moving allll the time. I loved it. He would lull me to sleep evey night and wake me up every morning. He would even wake Tyler up some mornings if I was cuddling his back; or rather If I was being the "big spoon". Haha. I remember one of the coolest feelings was when Tyler felt him kick for the first time. I was 20 weeks. Loved it. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTeD0qONDZsodPHY3rZgnVzcyzSy5NbJ39FDVBYbrP1PxUJVrCSB4aLBZvIJhyphenhyphentQ2Jt2v81Q92GEy1syL5nWgpOKEkfAw7MyHJyADdfjMuunb7jJe1lnBytw6ju13P5w2aOI8p0HHBGnin/s640/blogger-image-908263137.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTeD0qONDZsodPHY3rZgnVzcyzSy5NbJ39FDVBYbrP1PxUJVrCSB4aLBZvIJhyphenhyphentQ2Jt2v81Q92GEy1syL5nWgpOKEkfAw7MyHJyADdfjMuunb7jJe1lnBytw6ju13P5w2aOI8p0HHBGnin/s640/blogger-image-908263137.jpg"></a></div></div><div> 20 weeks! Half way!</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPjQqWFzqenJx9OxBlhVGIJSQzloQ8VZAcXz0Up3sg6xL7brlWmGvxen3abNj8HWbc3HI_a6O10g6zhHjkzglqMd_61h7jniObDImcqB8RsTTMC75wgwOi_CsD6quG7kpSkNHdMKt21XcN/s640/blogger-image-179976046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPjQqWFzqenJx9OxBlhVGIJSQzloQ8VZAcXz0Up3sg6xL7brlWmGvxen3abNj8HWbc3HI_a6O10g6zhHjkzglqMd_61h7jniObDImcqB8RsTTMC75wgwOi_CsD6quG7kpSkNHdMKt21XcN/s640/blogger-image-179976046.jpg"></a></div> Around 22 weeks</div><div><br></div><div>About this time in I added two more symptoms to my long list: </div><div>-heartburn. I had never ever had heartburn before. The first time I experienced it I was eating a subway sandwich. Pretty sure it was from the pickles. So from there on out, till my last push in the delivery room, I ate tums like they were going out of style. </div><div>-back ache. I have scoliosis already, so we figured it was gonna take it's toll on me once I got pregnant. I'm not much of a cryer people, especially when it comes to being in pain. I've broken 10 bones in my lifetime, I've learned to be tough when it comes to pain. These back she's were no fun, and I was in tears every night it seemed until Tyler gave me a back rub or I was in the tub. I fell asleep one night in the tub and Tyler woke me up at about 2 am. Haha. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTAj6CALNB71bO2Vqd7ndBnnRxZYk7IFgeKNoX5IO0vstG0DOcenCs1wMghRWrgAR-dgykx1Xw_MFV_gnKAKLq0rJbm02rVIxgiQM0tW1Ag1cv6tNNml8jmBysyt-d9q51ND4ISwwGqYtu/s640/blogger-image-2047450928.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTAj6CALNB71bO2Vqd7ndBnnRxZYk7IFgeKNoX5IO0vstG0DOcenCs1wMghRWrgAR-dgykx1Xw_MFV_gnKAKLq0rJbm02rVIxgiQM0tW1Ag1cv6tNNml8jmBysyt-d9q51ND4ISwwGqYtu/s640/blogger-image-2047450928.jpg"></a></div></div><div> Christmas time, around 30 weeks maybe?? </div><div><br></div><div>My friends Megan Martin, Tiffany Mitton and Caleen Bybee all helped to throw me a baby shower! Mostly just for friends from high scho. It was so fun to see everyone! And we got a lot of fun and useful baby items! </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTcGdHg9gUEvdeLWNz1pYBgCyHeIuyaFqJqxOxVtH_UrK0_KTIix6dlo-Ig0voSzi-W4si7HpIWPj0peRD6SisPfQR05duITOlP6bURYQSl_6WIlGCJF-Nh5Unh-pMNoR0G-7Dj4mSb7g1/s640/blogger-image--1713454279.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTcGdHg9gUEvdeLWNz1pYBgCyHeIuyaFqJqxOxVtH_UrK0_KTIix6dlo-Ig0voSzi-W4si7HpIWPj0peRD6SisPfQR05duITOlP6bURYQSl_6WIlGCJF-Nh5Unh-pMNoR0G-7Dj4mSb7g1/s640/blogger-image--1713454279.jpg"></a></div></div><div> Basketball theme :) cute right!?</div><div><br></div><div>My second shower my sisters and my mom threw me. This was for ladies from my home ward and other close family members. They kept the theme a surprise for me! </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS1_YEjbmsAtmW53bTpLc3M1l3Y9hxvD5Yzr_nQ8akbzi_VdHX7Gexv30U4NA5fADnKTw2ci7cp0csEOmCzUBRA7FDCHfpH10AKgAHSO2XRXgcpxkMLcSJEthwHf78Kcro_XBC00761hQj/s640/blogger-image--1037432485.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS1_YEjbmsAtmW53bTpLc3M1l3Y9hxvD5Yzr_nQ8akbzi_VdHX7Gexv30U4NA5fADnKTw2ci7cp0csEOmCzUBRA7FDCHfpH10AKgAHSO2XRXgcpxkMLcSJEthwHf78Kcro_XBC00761hQj/s640/blogger-image--1037432485.jpg"></a></div>The theme was jungle! So adorable. They put so much work into it! I honestly have the best family and friends in this world.</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">34 weeks hit me and I was strictly put in nesting mode. I didn't think it was a real thing... But yes. It is indeed a real thing, and I'm sure my husband would describe me as being a real pain in his butt during this time. The babies room was a disaster at this point. So we organized everything and ordered a crib and changing table. This was the final product of our hardwork! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtX7TJRsmrRalApS4NpafYr7t6Y0h4wgKyWeA3ixuOItb61g498lKn88ABY1IuQ5RCMDNUukqWgyUGFmjK8pOarG434JBq2t5LJU4eBofbLuO21IM26UpY2JgcNb44yrlz5dKT7qOSjIFs/s640/blogger-image-1886995760.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtX7TJRsmrRalApS4NpafYr7t6Y0h4wgKyWeA3ixuOItb61g498lKn88ABY1IuQ5RCMDNUukqWgyUGFmjK8pOarG434JBq2t5LJU4eBofbLuO21IM26UpY2JgcNb44yrlz5dKT7qOSjIFs/s640/blogger-image-1886995760.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A jungle themed nursery :) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">My last belly pic was at 37 weeks. I had hoped I would get some maternity pictures but that never happened... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRzgjJ70ebPLxGxySk-5DDcQUSpbOBnNuQRDVld3K7eP6Wt_qpVAy0AxXDErCcY1U0fXsQFLWVLuZjS8l2FtPfO2nGRZXzayZa6mEcsl6ES64_NyjSLDffM0onk680fLBJMi3uwct6I-jC/s640/blogger-image-263750220.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRzgjJ70ebPLxGxySk-5DDcQUSpbOBnNuQRDVld3K7eP6Wt_qpVAy0AxXDErCcY1U0fXsQFLWVLuZjS8l2FtPfO2nGRZXzayZa6mEcsl6ES64_NyjSLDffM0onk680fLBJMi3uwct6I-jC/s640/blogger-image-263750220.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Dying to have my babe at this point. I swear I peed my pants at least twice a week. But I had enjoyed my whole pregnancy, I loved, and I mean LOVED knowing my baby was safe inside me. I loved feeling him move and roll inside my belly. I didn't want to wish away my last three weeks of Tyler and i's last days if being "the two of us". </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">At 37.5 weeks I was having contractions 5 minutes apart. Tyler was at a basketba game championship and I was at my friend Tiffany Mittons house, bouncin on a yoga ball. Us girls were having a good time counting contractions. But I knew that wasn't going to be the day is have my baby. But I did go home and pack my hospital bag! Haha. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">February 28, at 38 weeks and 3 days pregnant we were hanging out at home. Our good friends Chelsey and Tyeson Mitton were gettin married the next day. Tyler had to work but I was planning on going to the ceremony with my parents in Idaho falls. I was having contractions again that night, counting but not really paying close attention. They were too sporadic. Tiffany called me around 8 that night and asked if I would cut tanners hair for the wedding the next day. We weren't doing anything so I had them come over. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Once I told her I was having contractions she immediately started keeping track and counting on her phone. They got to 5 minutes apart again, and they told me I needed to go in. I insisted this wasn't the day... After they left that night, my mind had changed it's course of thinking. This was indeed the day I would be having my baby. :)</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005026419230296074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105425194117287871.post-80513946970463017242013-11-07T12:38:00.001-08:002013-12-08T14:03:23.097-08:00Calvin TylerIt was about midnight and I woke up to Tyler's voice waking me up an telling me to come to bed. Well I had done it, I thought. I'd fallen asleep through my contractions once again, even though they had been about 5 minutes apart for a couple hours. I told myself I wasn't going to go in unless I couldn't fall asleep. Which I had. So I was fine :)<div><br></div><div>Maybe not...</div><div><br></div><div>I got up and started to get ready or bed; washed my face, brushes my teeth, and crawled ( yes, crawled with my huge 9 month prego belly) into bed next to my husband. It was just another regular night where we'd say our prayers and if fall asleep to my baby's kicks inside my belly.</div><div><br></div><div>Well once I got settled into bed my contractions started up again. This had been happening off and on for the last week and I was still 10 days from my due date. Hardly anyone I knew had gone early with their first babies so I had just assumed if go a week over like everyone else. And I didn't wanna go into the hospital just for them to make fun of me and say " this is your first baby you have no clue what's going on go home to bed you're still dilated to a one " blah blah blah. I had my appointment with Dr Carlson two days prior and I was 80 % effaced and dilated between a one and two. He had guessed I would go a couple days before my due date but thought i would make it to my next weeks appointment. </div><div><br></div><div>Plus, guys, I'm not gonna lie I kind of ENJOYED being pregnant. It's rare, I know. I loved feeling him move around in my belly, knowing he was safe in there. Plus, I didn't have to share him with anyone. I had him all to myself. Shellfish... I know. </div><div><br></div><div>Well my contractions were getting worse and I couldn't fall back asleep. I remember saying a little prayer to help know whether or not I should go to the hospital. Tyler had a big math test early that morning that he had studied all night for. I didn't want to drag him to the hospital for them to send us home and him losing precious sleep. </div><div><br></div><div>I finally came to the conclusion that I needed to go in. I woke Tyler, rolled out of bed, brushed through my hair and grabbed our bags that I had thankfully packed earlier that week. We were even too lazy to take the car seat knowing Tyler could come back and get it the next day if I was in labor. </div><div><br></div><div>It was around 2:00 am on March 1st, we parked in the expectant moms parking space. It was a cold night, lightly snowing. </div><div><br></div><div>We got to labor and delivery and the nurse had my dress in a hospital gown so the could check my cervix. These words were music to my ears, "you're dilated to a 4, looks like we're keeping you!" I was thrilled. I was finally going to see my baby in the next few hours. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjFIU7gKxpWJK-skc3w5oMQGWRq50tJDrGbF-cOLzdHnl8kUIhOrm8fmQURry6ZYziZZG9PG_91_9vxFEL74_Nqh2aT3Vd72oI7lbCBnLIbnQO-BdbqcBjMFz3f_p1cl0DbWkf2C_tb-Ux/s640/blogger-image-1756008295.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjFIU7gKxpWJK-skc3w5oMQGWRq50tJDrGbF-cOLzdHnl8kUIhOrm8fmQURry6ZYziZZG9PG_91_9vxFEL74_Nqh2aT3Vd72oI7lbCBnLIbnQO-BdbqcBjMFz3f_p1cl0DbWkf2C_tb-Ux/s640/blogger-image-1756008295.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>Even though some intense contractions I could still feel baby kicking around like crazy. Then a sad thought came to mind... These are the last times I will feel my baby kick! My favorite feeling of all time... I was kind of sad. Too much going on though to dwell on it for long.</div><div><br></div><div>Before things would start getting hectic and crazy, I knew the first thing I needed was for my husband to give me a blessing. What a comfort it was. Instantly my mind was calm. </div><div><br></div><div>I called my mom and my sisters and told them the good news! They showed up bright eyed bushy tailed, dresses to impress shortly after I called! I have the best family. Love them. Shortly after they got there my nurse came in and told me I was dilated to a 5 and could have an epidural if I so choosed. I'm like... Duh! Haha. Doesn't everyone?? ;)</div><div><br></div><div>The epidural was rough for me... I. Don't. Do. Needles. Ever. But I had to suck it up... The doctor who was giving me my epidural noticed my curve in my back (scoliosis) and told me it might be a little bit of a challenge. I managed though, with the help of Tyler reminding me to breath. My left side went completely numb, but my right side I could still feel contractions. Such a weird feeling.</div><div><br></div><div>By 4 or 5 am I had a different nurse. She was a family friend and had been my two older sisters labor nurse as well in the past. She was awesome. I felt so lucky to have her there. </div><div><br></div><div>After my epidural I slept for an hour or so, and so did Tyler. I woke up feeling nauseous... I saw Tyler sleeping on the other side of the room, my dad was at my right and my sister Holi at my left. I felt bad as she held a blue puke bag for me as I puked into it. What a trooper she was. Did I mention I have the best family around?? </div><div><br></div><div>This woke Tyler up from his deep slumber. I asked my dad if he would give me a fathers blessing. After all, two powerful preisthood holders are better than one. Again, after I felt great comfort that I would be able to get me and my baby through this experience, safe and sound.</div><div><br></div><div>My nurse came in to check my cervix again, and informed me that I was only dilated to a 6, and two hours had passed since then. Now, don't quote me on this because I was kinda out of it and this happened nine months ago... So my Brian doesn't remember every detail and term. But... I think they said they were going to start me on pitocin? To help me dilate faster? Well as I mentioned earlier, I was out of it. I could hear what people were saying, but my mind was so tired and fuzzy I was just not taking everything in as fast as normal... </div><div><br></div><div>After they started the pitocin, or whatever it was, my babes heart rate that I had been listening to for the last 6 hours, was gone. They rolled me to the left, then to the right, trying to find his heart rate. But it wasn't happening. Tyler was stroking my hair reassuring me everything was fine, but I knew it wasn't. The nurse and the two doctors had worry written all over the faces. I thought, this is it. This happens sometimes to women who carry a baby inside their body for almost 10 months, and at the last minute, their baby is gone. These were my thoughts during those very long couple of minutes.</div><div><br></div><div>I remember the nurse told the PA to take whatever it was they just put inside of me, to take it out because is was now dilated to a 10! I had dilated 4 cm in about 20 seconds time, which had stressed out the baby. The minute they took the tube out the tube that was delivering the pitocin I'm guessing, his heart rate came back on the moniter! Tears were shed out of joy and relief. My baby was ok and I was dilated to a ten! </div><div><br></div><div>Sadly, my OB/GYN who I had been going to for my hole pregnancy was out of town. And there we're 3 other women in labor at the same time as me. There was only one OB on call and he was busy with the other women in labor... I can't tell you how many people came into my room checking me an prodding me. It's fine... No shame haha. I just wanted my labor to be over and to see my baby healthy and safe. </div><div><br></div><div>My nurse and a PA were the ones who would be delivering my baby. The PA was very nice, and was the only one who stayed calm during our little scare earlier. So I was happy to hear he would be delivering my babe. </div><div><br></div><div>My nurse told me I could start pushing. I pushed for about 20 minutes before they told me some rather bummer news. My baby was stuck on my pelvic bone... With each push he moved a tiny tiny bit. They told me to rest for about an hour and then they would come back for me start pushing again. So rest I did... Slept the whole time. I never would have thought that I would be having the best nap of my life, in labor, dilated to a 10. But I did. Haha.</div><div><br></div><div>An hour later they had me start pushing again. I would push for a half hour and then rest, over and over. After about 2 hours of pushing they could finally see his head! I asked the PA what color his hair was, thinking for sure it was going to be dark like mine. His response " I think it's dark, but I'm color blind so I don't know for sure haha." Bless his heart. </div><div><br></div><div>After another ten minute rest the nurse brought a mirror in for me to see what was going on down there... I didn't want to see my mangled body but she thought it might give me enough encouragement to push this baby out once and for all. My epidural was wearing off, I had almost been pushing for 3 hours. I needed all the help I could get. </div><div><br></div><div> And it did. I pushed and pushed and could hear them saying "his head is out! One more big push!" And it was finally over! I heard the cutest sound of life I've ever heard. I remember hearing him scream a couple times and then nothing. Between tears of excitement/worry/Joy I asked Tyler "why isn't he crying anymore?!" His response "he is just fine, he is just done crying I guess." </div><div><br></div><div>They brought him over to me and layed him on my chest. He looked up at me and we just stared at each other for a few seconds. I couldn't love anything more. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgASpwqH_DA9NWZ4Ae5mSTDD5ozODVdbqLmMEuWW-PBq06rn2Z5JzTT08bZQ8DVXmRqpsMYLvyNRPZEHz9tPKXYXGzd_c7CXrR9LIiiqu_CGitZEdmux2dUNfE7AMcKw8Oo9PUkW-lDj5gU/s640/blogger-image--1221834073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgASpwqH_DA9NWZ4Ae5mSTDD5ozODVdbqLmMEuWW-PBq06rn2Z5JzTT08bZQ8DVXmRqpsMYLvyNRPZEHz9tPKXYXGzd_c7CXrR9LIiiqu_CGitZEdmux2dUNfE7AMcKw8Oo9PUkW-lDj5gU/s640/blogger-image--1221834073.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ONqtojWK71hqk_o_OchokxLbBK4NxEmCs0QS4t4A_7_-ImVd-B3EhqF3uGb7lsX65pz8gJzPjb7eyLqKwy2g_vekl74kgDwKUPgbvvS8JvRToLlgZqWQqWhui-nrkIZ9NvwqxzyJ19xi/s640/blogger-image--1422653451.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ONqtojWK71hqk_o_OchokxLbBK4NxEmCs0QS4t4A_7_-ImVd-B3EhqF3uGb7lsX65pz8gJzPjb7eyLqKwy2g_vekl74kgDwKUPgbvvS8JvRToLlgZqWQqWhui-nrkIZ9NvwqxzyJ19xi/s640/blogger-image--1422653451.jpg"></a></div> That's one proud daddy :)</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3va5VMODRVNAuOXYvwjkN_QsKmQ2_WNY3Zv56-Wxg4EkT5V_l3kop6FbyIzdE-Xctwy1qLHwCboVQGsmt82GQHMc9_0UGgy24IoEeAt3spmP2ZlwVLcQlUqvIuri9Ro22UU5OTQh7o2kG/s640/blogger-image--982857379.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3va5VMODRVNAuOXYvwjkN_QsKmQ2_WNY3Zv56-Wxg4EkT5V_l3kop6FbyIzdE-Xctwy1qLHwCboVQGsmt82GQHMc9_0UGgy24IoEeAt3spmP2ZlwVLcQlUqvIuri9Ro22UU5OTQh7o2kG/s640/blogger-image--982857379.jpg"></a></div> Completely smitten and in love ❤️</div><div><br></div><div> Calvin Tyler was born on March 1st, 2013 at 11:51 am. Weighing in at 7 lbs 4 oz. 21 inches long. Tyler and I had never been so happy. The most perfect being we had ever beheld. The happiest and most spiritual day of our lives. The closest to heaven we had ever been. We experienced a true miracle that day. The miracle of LIFE. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidIDlH4Me6HwCZT9JvmAuejIB9FyifZnbpDqMn3uJZWKgVzUptJmRpdvhcFAsgGhDqgVHSitJxT4edPaECAVvz7jWv8bsle_bDGqlu3NW-dPAiER37MDv9WfMevtiLnScQfPSXBZB6AHtB/s640/blogger-image-1617164003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidIDlH4Me6HwCZT9JvmAuejIB9FyifZnbpDqMn3uJZWKgVzUptJmRpdvhcFAsgGhDqgVHSitJxT4edPaECAVvz7jWv8bsle_bDGqlu3NW-dPAiER37MDv9WfMevtiLnScQfPSXBZB6AHtB/s640/blogger-image-1617164003.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6mWVxAaTmoD98mWeYFaK_VZ8Cc06vpvumlYkR6TSjaXnRi1m3hCoASTpk3DV4vMiGes3ADT5PqIQQ7pdPxNtZcbfi-Hv7fHa2OMi_HmjjgPehM4HK9Pt8ZXBGPbLwBBYIIy-nXwRMAZaW/s640/blogger-image--315418307.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6mWVxAaTmoD98mWeYFaK_VZ8Cc06vpvumlYkR6TSjaXnRi1m3hCoASTpk3DV4vMiGes3ADT5PqIQQ7pdPxNtZcbfi-Hv7fHa2OMi_HmjjgPehM4HK9Pt8ZXBGPbLwBBYIIy-nXwRMAZaW/s640/blogger-image--315418307.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd6UvO0UeHVTxxgmGtimwlDG9GFjYnx6U2e2eA9EkOMUR-i9OkyAm-rfMmEq_ZfHNp0tkTGsClw_G-TlWEZodZqU9dtX4ydBhhSHJYGy7kxNSHOuMnmyXbmMjiChmMaMuTCGFu-CgaQfct/s640/blogger-image-69203257.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd6UvO0UeHVTxxgmGtimwlDG9GFjYnx6U2e2eA9EkOMUR-i9OkyAm-rfMmEq_ZfHNp0tkTGsClw_G-TlWEZodZqU9dtX4ydBhhSHJYGy7kxNSHOuMnmyXbmMjiChmMaMuTCGFu-CgaQfct/s640/blogger-image-69203257.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh75UK4ByEEuRmNBSjKUbgw15QPfK7g3wJs2AkyReOOyO0szh-td83uZTGMCWqUKHcnSVAhvfaFdpBeMSJYauMvdfj2btGFLtkjOzux-5qg3hd82QGCanGYJZyZ2jgP-Y-d3_Js6A6lRWe0/s640/blogger-image--1433028102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh75UK4ByEEuRmNBSjKUbgw15QPfK7g3wJs2AkyReOOyO0szh-td83uZTGMCWqUKHcnSVAhvfaFdpBeMSJYauMvdfj2btGFLtkjOzux-5qg3hd82QGCanGYJZyZ2jgP-Y-d3_Js6A6lRWe0/s640/blogger-image--1433028102.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmyys8RFoKFYFq5EbhD0c37a-Z3EUgMMk7SSeMay_7MtekETwIMP1vi9cqEmGWJl8Dh79CYUfI2iXt82gKrUWoiUXf6C8YJ-9mz1gR0CysWrg6TKFRBDUOaLtVgVS0dWdxFveCrnGHyGFz/s640/blogger-image-820185948.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmyys8RFoKFYFq5EbhD0c37a-Z3EUgMMk7SSeMay_7MtekETwIMP1vi9cqEmGWJl8Dh79CYUfI2iXt82gKrUWoiUXf6C8YJ-9mz1gR0CysWrg6TKFRBDUOaLtVgVS0dWdxFveCrnGHyGFz/s640/blogger-image-820185948.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoIOX9woDVOjf-PLk0nI7qf7zZbg0DXE2ADvZu6GfNIgYkFxbO-kqCOPHGzMDyHqgkStjKjxEaJCfLQF6MLXIUtqmsXKWA1zRpG_20MrObuwNp9ESQKR9WhLdjkxklspeb64KEfeA4WoHo/s640/blogger-image--1079563324.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoIOX9woDVOjf-PLk0nI7qf7zZbg0DXE2ADvZu6GfNIgYkFxbO-kqCOPHGzMDyHqgkStjKjxEaJCfLQF6MLXIUtqmsXKWA1zRpG_20MrObuwNp9ESQKR9WhLdjkxklspeb64KEfeA4WoHo/s640/blogger-image--1079563324.jpg"></a></div><br></div>We had many many visitors who came to the hospital to greet out little one. 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You know who you are and we love you dearly. </div><div><br></div><div>We are so grateful for this precious babe and the joy he has brought into our lives.</div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpGiDFYOjMr7q9fcLikhjkVb9a6w6SN5_MsdMyJSoDGzZlEAFai3dZNzeI1NIxiidjAGSRMuyFgk826P3NJCvp0Va_wYasruZX54bCAR2SHrNkKxACrbl1Y_l7QhqbIxwgpmyE4huy8cTw/s640/blogger-image-87291019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpGiDFYOjMr7q9fcLikhjkVb9a6w6SN5_MsdMyJSoDGzZlEAFai3dZNzeI1NIxiidjAGSRMuyFgk826P3NJCvp0Va_wYasruZX54bCAR2SHrNkKxACrbl1Y_l7QhqbIxwgpmyE4huy8cTw/s640/blogger-image-87291019.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005026419230296074noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105425194117287871.post-80317813856425956362013-10-22T11:12:00.001-07:002013-10-22T16:10:50.213-07:004th of July | year 2012So I've been wanting to jot down my memories and thoughts of my pregnancy with Calvin for a while now and haven't because I didn't know how to fuse 40 weeks of information into one blog post... So it'll probably be a couple of them. I'm going to try and Not make a novel out of this. But I'm not makin any promises :). Here lies a very special 40 weeks of my life. <div><br></div><div>Ps. Small disclaimer... If you are under the age of... Well... Mature... Then you may not want to read this post :)</div><div><br></div><div>Let's start with the 4th of July in 2012 how bout? I woke up from a nightmare that morning where I had started my period. When you have been trying to conceive for 4 months already with no luck, those types of dreams become nightmares. I was 2 days late already, which was a good sign but I had also been 3 days late the month before with a negative pregnancy test. Normally I'm never late... Only when I don't want to be. Lucky me ;) </div><div><br></div><div>I had been pregnant before and miscarried at almost 12 weeks. That time we got pregnant in the first month so it was really hard for it to be taking so long this time. But It was indeed tragic, losing our baby. And maybe someday ill blog about how awful it was. But not on this particular day. </div><div><br></div><div>Anywho, I knew what it was supposed to feel like in the first days of being pregnant, because I had been there before, and I did indeed feel like it! Tender boobs, emotions all over the place, and being late. So far so good. But I didn't have a pregnancy test and I didn't want to go to the store to get one because it was a Holliday. I avoid the store at all costs on holidays. Plus I didn't want to be disappointed on the 4th of July! So Tyler and I went about our day. </div><div><br></div><div>When my parents left for a vacation that morning and I was so worried they were going to crash their car and die that I had to drive clear across town to see them before they left, I knew I needed to take a test. I was being a little ridiculous. So I got home, told Tyler I needed to take one. At the time we lived next to our good friends Travis and Megan Martin and I knew she had a test, so I texted her and asked if I could borrow it haha. She was over in ten seconds literally already opening it for me I bet! </div><div><br></div><div>I had taken a million of them by this point. But I was so nervous I had her and Tyler yelling instructions at me. "Point it down" and "turn it the other way" were yelled at me. Well I finally did it, left it on the counter and turned to Tyler with my heart racing. I took a quick peek and it was turning!! Turning into one line!! And then a SECOND LINE!! What we had there on that counter was a positive pregnancy test. We. Were. Thrilled. Months of being devastated, a D&C, and 4 months of trying. We had finally started over again. I wept tears of P U R E joy on Tyler's shoulder (well more like rib cage... He's a foot taller than me haha) and we were so happy. This was the start of a very special journey for us ❤️. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6TceTEav1pCBmi5grptd8ANI6VB44_UHMgZ5BCFuZOuRc6zbsAhoh8AByNs7Ijki2ib5MByJkap8FCL73hS1Q_KS5ao5PfM-LgWgTZblN5VMPS9cIVPuqxovf1ltI3u47YpJv1XdzELrX/s640/blogger-image-26589538.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6TceTEav1pCBmi5grptd8ANI6VB44_UHMgZ5BCFuZOuRc6zbsAhoh8AByNs7Ijki2ib5MByJkap8FCL73hS1Q_KS5ao5PfM-LgWgTZblN5VMPS9cIVPuqxovf1ltI3u47YpJv1XdzELrX/s640/blogger-image-26589538.jpg"></a></div> Here ya have it :)</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhDv3oMhIO95cjHq9nwOgejNTNXU-c4UXoLEt_bzd0DGVtujPO46JTIsSZkPnQwaMS6nlOdfAfVBhSRadkUF5BWvtWMrqDudSuitbMrst_dl1D2TpoxTlh_s4yf9sKeFT0pZMXU6eUHNOD/s640/blogger-image-361965431.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhDv3oMhIO95cjHq9nwOgejNTNXU-c4UXoLEt_bzd0DGVtujPO46JTIsSZkPnQwaMS6nlOdfAfVBhSRadkUF5BWvtWMrqDudSuitbMrst_dl1D2TpoxTlh_s4yf9sKeFT0pZMXU6eUHNOD/s640/blogger-image-361965431.jpg"></a></div> Later that night watching fireworks. Nothing but happiness on our faces :)</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005026419230296074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105425194117287871.post-82838900433286883812013-10-14T16:38:00.001-07:002013-10-14T16:52:18.725-07:00I do... I mean yes | W e d d I n g D a y<div><br></div><div>J U N E 25, 2010</div><div><br></div>I woke up at 3:30 am to my alarm clock. Oh my gosh today's the day!! Showered, did my makeup, my brother in laws sister Kayla lived in salt lake and came to my hotel to do my hair. It turned out perfect :) <div><br></div><div>I sent a text to Tyler telling him not to forget our wedding bands :) </div><div><br></div><div>6:45 and it's time to leave! I rode with my parents to the temple. It was only 5 minutes away and it seemed like the longest car ride of my life haha. </div><div><br></div><div>When we got there and Tyler found me, we seemed like little kids not knowing what was going on. We just kept looking at each other smiling :) when we were finally dressed, there was only one thing left to do before we got married. My most favorite part. The part I had been waiting for forever, and the reason why I chose to be married in the Salt Lake temple. Our escorts took us to the celestial room where Tyler and I sat and talked and enjoyed each other's company. The room was mind blowingly beautiful. So perfect. We probably say in there for about 20 minutes. </div><div><br></div><div>We were the first sealing of the day. I loved it because they weren't in a rush to get us out of there. Everyone told me not to get married there because they rushed you through and you didn't get to enjoy it. Not the case with us luckily. </div><div><br></div><div>Our sealer sat us down outside the sealing room and asked if we had any questions. We said no. He then reminded us to not say "I do" but to say "yes". We nodded and walked inside the room. </div><div><br></div><div>It was one of the happiest sights I've ever seen. Every person I cared about was in that room. And mostly every person in that room still plays a big role in my life today. They were all smiling at us as we walked in and I felt so loved :) </div><div><br></div><div>It was a beautiful ceremony. I remember thinking how lucky I was to be marrying my perfect guy. Someone selfless, handsome, who would do anything to keep me happy, and who held the priesthood. </div><div><br></div><div>At the end, you guessed it. Tyler said "I do" and the whole room was laughing. Hahaha that's Tyler for ya :) </div><div><br></div><div>After the wedding we headed outside for pictures. And what do ya know at 10:00 in the morning it was 90 degrees outside. And my dress weighed 50 lbs it seemed. But we got through pictures :) </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYl8XIpVY0ekY7r8XmvVUl0JdhhaRMAj9gxHQltON6UOQrWaSQRX6U9_f20Al1ODdCyEhF9-cVdC0VB3RwtIXHt0zAv3T6geOAOLleQ9gE5cjSOzMzKN3ImEu50_FuY-jFW1rVKyWDlJM-/s640/blogger-image-560450576.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYl8XIpVY0ekY7r8XmvVUl0JdhhaRMAj9gxHQltON6UOQrWaSQRX6U9_f20Al1ODdCyEhF9-cVdC0VB3RwtIXHt0zAv3T6geOAOLleQ9gE5cjSOzMzKN3ImEu50_FuY-jFW1rVKyWDlJM-/s640/blogger-image-560450576.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXm47oKozps-vLwjFlUKb-txW79eH9N1ZVA7XkoJFXqaGilVGyZutGgYX3Vtobblzib6jSDcavtKKBKmpGtoCc7G_jpYcCgTNclMjePYXaGYSA-7uYzajdkOMPhV54aAeKq8iu1gIvFEJZ/s640/blogger-image-670315948.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXm47oKozps-vLwjFlUKb-txW79eH9N1ZVA7XkoJFXqaGilVGyZutGgYX3Vtobblzib6jSDcavtKKBKmpGtoCc7G_jpYcCgTNclMjePYXaGYSA-7uYzajdkOMPhV54aAeKq8iu1gIvFEJZ/s640/blogger-image-670315948.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK8zQoV_9-O7uaP1aIid-YEuN0Acqz09O8YAf_j8H5lGdjmwg1CNwdCN_cLmtL7SuzTkNwjWSyWtuvtEFJxYdr4xBqd7spoOOTjqJ-Quoos6ZVM92ze1hUzdtUFbeZPI_2wDK9oV6vv2eZ/s640/blogger-image--1282996987.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK8zQoV_9-O7uaP1aIid-YEuN0Acqz09O8YAf_j8H5lGdjmwg1CNwdCN_cLmtL7SuzTkNwjWSyWtuvtEFJxYdr4xBqd7spoOOTjqJ-Quoos6ZVM92ze1hUzdtUFbeZPI_2wDK9oV6vv2eZ/s640/blogger-image--1282996987.jpg"></a></div> </div><div>We had our luncheon at the Joseph Smith building. The food was delicious. Honestly I don't even remember what it was... But it was good! I do remember the raspberry salad, and the raspberry lemonade. So good. </div><div><br></div><div>Did I mention we got married on my moms birthday?? Well we did. So nice of her to share her day with us. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_wjwIIkGXiHH0IDH2YZU9PD2A4mI98aNeEiSvj3w_YKGavCForaB-7MX4cANmDyvHskjbeFTrePYgum2QVh9tvvmZqNX9WvYlljwp4GlfOcbrAjCcJRMexywQ1H8bzfRA4KJbq4N76nw8/s640/blogger-image-1272211815.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_wjwIIkGXiHH0IDH2YZU9PD2A4mI98aNeEiSvj3w_YKGavCForaB-7MX4cANmDyvHskjbeFTrePYgum2QVh9tvvmZqNX9WvYlljwp4GlfOcbrAjCcJRMexywQ1H8bzfRA4KJbq4N76nw8/s640/blogger-image-1272211815.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div> (The nice people at the JS building made her a birthday cake :)</div><div><br></div><div>Our reception was the next day so we stayed the night in Salt Lake that night. So the next few hours will be kept private haha ;) that night Tyler did take to the Roof at the JS building for dinner. The most P E R F E C T ending the the most P E R F E C T day. It seriously couldn't have gone better than it did. The beginning of our forever. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWdfzJIzMdmM9-f2dM2q6KxeCAywsBO5164ypNudoHM1047-GBoIJmCCjA5e63eJlgmDzFt_u5kCVlXUudVjJXFzXrsHBEDjwK2A-77dy0GNqHcZZ7Wu_3DB1ltAuf4YbvQeWY3Lza9zxv/s640/blogger-image-392776377.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWdfzJIzMdmM9-f2dM2q6KxeCAywsBO5164ypNudoHM1047-GBoIJmCCjA5e63eJlgmDzFt_u5kCVlXUudVjJXFzXrsHBEDjwK2A-77dy0GNqHcZZ7Wu_3DB1ltAuf4YbvQeWY3Lza9zxv/s640/blogger-image-392776377.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Love you, boo ❤️. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005026419230296074noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105425194117287871.post-39399050788589830932013-10-14T08:56:00.001-07:002013-10-14T08:59:52.307-07:007Calvin is seven months old!! Ahhh how did this happen!!! my baby is slowly (actually rather quickly) turning into NOT a baby anymore. And it makes me kinda sad because he's only seven months! He's a fast learner, that one is. <div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2duTV-0X7e8LBHR-VBRaLL0MfQ6E2TxH5LaZgmVsp6VQm3Oi6AOgT3e6GKi7TdJ5bny9i0tPjsO4yxx1E0McqnTuG_6YLwHURFoGMIMax8hTNEUVVbQZNwIZzvMX6sX0RJl-ab991lIHE/s640/blogger-image-1750316814.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2duTV-0X7e8LBHR-VBRaLL0MfQ6E2TxH5LaZgmVsp6VQm3Oi6AOgT3e6GKi7TdJ5bny9i0tPjsO4yxx1E0McqnTuG_6YLwHURFoGMIMax8hTNEUVVbQZNwIZzvMX6sX0RJl-ab991lIHE/s640/blogger-image-1750316814.jpg"></a></div><br><div><br></div><div>At SEVEN months: </div><div>Calvin is standing up to everything and anything. He actually started doing this at 6 ish months. It's even worse now because he isn't afraid to do it anywhere now, especially in the tub. He falls every time cause of the slippery-ness. It is his favorite thing to do these days. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghn7JWgBunXGxP-DbJ8IwKWilWk6mkqxlEWlls3IACEdzMf5uUUINsnEwC5XSoMV28yXF7pwzESbT4-Hti1PHUIa4Qg3iM2AKpyAxdFJ6UL3gQiOsP-YOVQ_QYTUIx-oANqMLyzfo69Zf6/s640/blogger-image-1388047509.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghn7JWgBunXGxP-DbJ8IwKWilWk6mkqxlEWlls3IACEdzMf5uUUINsnEwC5XSoMV28yXF7pwzESbT4-Hti1PHUIa4Qg3iM2AKpyAxdFJ6UL3gQiOsP-YOVQ_QYTUIx-oANqMLyzfo69Zf6/s640/blogger-image-1388047509.jpg"></a></div></div><div> (Always standing there after a nap with those big blue puppy dog eyes)</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuX5dt52kK-iug3nm4cb8q7Z7779zZKRVTpaj2U8fjuLUtPflvPRYPLnqxzTDTD9UGy2Qvz6SLHEXy05gPSHn0WbyO8bsUgnri2_4eXNcoPgnw48s99ntTvTEtt9eBhQslhXL3MN9mswbq/s640/blogger-image-530427875.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuX5dt52kK-iug3nm4cb8q7Z7779zZKRVTpaj2U8fjuLUtPflvPRYPLnqxzTDTD9UGy2Qvz6SLHEXy05gPSHn0WbyO8bsUgnri2_4eXNcoPgnw48s99ntTvTEtt9eBhQslhXL3MN9mswbq/s640/blogger-image-530427875.jpg"></a></div> (One handed mom!!)</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Calvin still eats like it's his job! He wants anything you're eating, and gets super mad if he can't have it. Going out to dinner is not so fun anymore when we take him. We pretty much just get yelled at by him the whole time haha. It's actually pretty funny... And other people laugh too. I've never heard a baby yell so much! And when I am feeding him, between EVERY bite he yells because no one is fast enough to get that spoon up to his mouth. This babe is gonna make me go broke! </div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">He finally got his two bottom teeth the last couple weeks! Yahoo! I feel like he was teething for two months with nothing to show for it. But sadly, this also means the nursing has almost come to an end. I always said I'd keep going until I became a teething toy.... And that's what I've become. Hurts so bad. I'm only nursing about once a day now. But hey, 6 months was my goal so at least I made it this far right!? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzFOCYcAOCkuxIDKDtl8Oyg7G6tfO9Fp22ht2dUQHwmh5gv9smfqDHBi7FBaztlcC_evD_cOzSKwP4MoQBU8NP1lyAliLmDoqbxi55jtLaqe0ykDOSkPFaZQDGWJ-Bfiz9Rn-CHBEtjmVn/s640/blogger-image--1786809377.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzFOCYcAOCkuxIDKDtl8Oyg7G6tfO9Fp22ht2dUQHwmh5gv9smfqDHBi7FBaztlcC_evD_cOzSKwP4MoQBU8NP1lyAliLmDoqbxi55jtLaqe0ykDOSkPFaZQDGWJ-Bfiz9Rn-CHBEtjmVn/s640/blogger-image--1786809377.jpg"></a></div><br></div>He tries to feed himself but the food usually gets stuck to his hand so he gets frustrated haha. He's figuring it out though! :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We finally made the switch to size 3 diapers last week! He has his dad's bum (haha...did I just say that??) no bum! I guess I don't really have one either, but I'm short so it's not as weird as being 6.7 with no butt haha. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You guys aren't going to believe me... But he took two steps last week. I was reading scriptures with my family and my sentence sounded something like this: "For behold I Sayeth unto you oh my gosh Calvin just took two steps!" Haha. I was the only one who saw it too. He was just trying to get from my chair to the bed spread without having to fall down and crawl. So he held his breath and took two quick steps to get there haha that little stinker. He hasn't done it again since though! Hopefully I have until at least 9 months before walking starts! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A few of Cal's favorites: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Being outside. Then and only then does he forget about his appetite all together. Kills me. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Eating. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Playing patty cake </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Going for jogs in the stroller</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Snuggling </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">His mom and dad :) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">My nephew Tyler </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">His grandmas and grandpas </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">His bottle and binky</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Blankets to go to sleep with </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Elmo</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Playing chase and hide n seek</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This babe of ours is growing growing growing! My guess is he's just under 18 lbs. He is looking more and more like a Hansen every day people tell me. I agree of course, But he will always have some of his dad on his face! How we got a blue eyes blonde out of us, I'll never know haha. Sorry for the novel guys! I could talk about my little guy all day. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Happy 7 months sweet baby Cal! It looks good on you!! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgvgFvh6C6YEaCD8TVE1EluuMO7u5mO7vKuNCwJAhDH9nJzavBzzAIPes4JO2UfCplk4pFY4XHl0M03U7NKpYoWhEIuqyNaAw-Hd0m4yLmt9KoGbNBbyCZOIQnhi_3ZrkPgsXGqaXsRYpM/s640/blogger-image-623210001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgvgFvh6C6YEaCD8TVE1EluuMO7u5mO7vKuNCwJAhDH9nJzavBzzAIPes4JO2UfCplk4pFY4XHl0M03U7NKpYoWhEIuqyNaAw-Hd0m4yLmt9KoGbNBbyCZOIQnhi_3ZrkPgsXGqaXsRYpM/s640/blogger-image-623210001.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005026419230296074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105425194117287871.post-10973706278618340212013-09-27T14:20:00.001-07:002013-09-27T14:37:35.627-07:00Mammoth<div><br></div>So this last weekend we went to Mammoth Springs in Wyhoming with my parents and my sister and her family. Let me tell ya... There's not much to do there haha. <div><br></div><div> Except this </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhV_kWBS8XirUgSlAPM4lSiOAiYTLFhqorUg7tyv-3cFGpZupSLMvT8D-Ct__nMI3obtEr05GUil923-BK5uIKbEEW3liVotL8VB-ObtotgbY1nd8mjGuwRRTf7EpgLLUHOx_zmtB_qS7e/s640/blogger-image--1052971751.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhV_kWBS8XirUgSlAPM4lSiOAiYTLFhqorUg7tyv-3cFGpZupSLMvT8D-Ct__nMI3obtEr05GUil923-BK5uIKbEEW3liVotL8VB-ObtotgbY1nd8mjGuwRRTf7EpgLLUHOx_zmtB_qS7e/s640/blogger-image--1052971751.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div> And this </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJLdT3SEkVLZrA0DByAf7XrUkYihMhI7X7JTF5y1Uju7nVrRfj1vJIC3dyyNjFtsi9O-bwSB3po_oJ4t-XO3lbqv26Yt-m69QBfnPFAbjMOZjOGUoGtsuLtpAwk4K0dkktODhLtjDoTd4W/s640/blogger-image-968492345.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJLdT3SEkVLZrA0DByAf7XrUkYihMhI7X7JTF5y1Uju7nVrRfj1vJIC3dyyNjFtsi9O-bwSB3po_oJ4t-XO3lbqv26Yt-m69QBfnPFAbjMOZjOGUoGtsuLtpAwk4K0dkktODhLtjDoTd4W/s640/blogger-image-968492345.jpg"></a></div> </div><div><br></div><div>We call it "Elk Days". A bunch of elk come up to this small area and just hang out and chill. It's pretty cool</div><div>Actually. We stayed in these little cabins and every morning we would wake up to elk basically chilling on our porch.</div><div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9iZJYpBC_LIEhKnaGHAzCaC66YiNclKyQ0cfNEvG59_4CSI-ndTQTiER2mui2N23DgrbvP4XL4Fg_2ec7KrQzx-Zh8IgNPfrCIy8-GqpXKxe9iJ6OQgaTgFC0jsM3snHP1ouahs2e2eMy/s640/blogger-image-33619237.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9iZJYpBC_LIEhKnaGHAzCaC66YiNclKyQ0cfNEvG59_4CSI-ndTQTiER2mui2N23DgrbvP4XL4Fg_2ec7KrQzx-Zh8IgNPfrCIy8-GqpXKxe9iJ6OQgaTgFC0jsM3snHP1ouahs2e2eMy/s640/blogger-image-33619237.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And they weren't really scared of us... Weird. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Here's the thing I don't get... Bull elk actually heard the females. Like literally "heard" them. If a female was walking away from the heard the bull elk gets pissed and goes to round her up again. (I wouldn't put up with that if I were them...) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And there's rangers everywhere directing traffic cause people come from all over just to see these heards of elk. There was One bull elk to every 10-15 cow elk about. The rangers won't let you get too close to the elk...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So after dark my dad, brother in law, and husband decide to go looking for the bull elk cause the rangers had gone to bed. (This elk was really aggressive... Charging vehicles that would drive by)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Anywho... They found him and nearly died because it came charging after them. They felt pretty cool to live to tell the tale. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Mammoth is about an hour away from Old Faithful. So there were lots of mud lots and steam pots around the area. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">About a mile away from us was a river and then another river that ran into it called "boiling river". The water was actually so hot it was boiling. But when the boiling river combined with the freezing cold river it was like sitting in a hot tub. Very cozy. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj09pHbboJ8Hgnbp-eDs6otZ2zqXzHNti0H-i-IQQ9CYPCnUMFrjIMfCueNsQJKQFcashR4vNObz_ZHQFsmA_Z5IF85WPGn4a5jRTLm2wCrI73L3gQWKfonEL-YOb5LrJ08ogTK6TTkA6Vn/s640/blogger-image--1388276420.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj09pHbboJ8Hgnbp-eDs6otZ2zqXzHNti0H-i-IQQ9CYPCnUMFrjIMfCueNsQJKQFcashR4vNObz_ZHQFsmA_Z5IF85WPGn4a5jRTLm2wCrI73L3gQWKfonEL-YOb5LrJ08ogTK6TTkA6Vn/s640/blogger-image--1388276420.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It was a lot of fun. Very relaxing. We plan going again next year. Calvin lived it of course because we were outside allll the time. We also stopped in West Yellowstone to get some pizza and candy :) such a fun weekend with my fam and especially getting to see Tyler more since he works nights and sleeps during the day. Such a hard worker that guy if mine is. Love him. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Anywho. Hope everyone's doing good! Here are a couple random picks from the rest of our weekend.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLKcmgOtVWfUilendwzB0hHN4QwmUMitz3CDTqWJt5vtotqDpVc3k6bcXCec9sAR9x0BT3bo7YEmoWt3ZyCzmXopTaKIfN2GXpoOMqwM_LesKoO_I06LuyKgQwGMb3D2xa1-Lp6o72Ao22/s640/blogger-image--1131909250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLKcmgOtVWfUilendwzB0hHN4QwmUMitz3CDTqWJt5vtotqDpVc3k6bcXCec9sAR9x0BT3bo7YEmoWt3ZyCzmXopTaKIfN2GXpoOMqwM_LesKoO_I06LuyKgQwGMb3D2xa1-Lp6o72Ao22/s640/blogger-image--1131909250.jpg"></a></div> Matching 💙</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0HK8Btr6Y2OsecMzeDVg5qLyAoYWANHg2DnRSQZVNqXOcaVaSbnRe0qCW5HRZf19sJv-xErEq7ZBIfsDSASGc58UUpUimUvMr9vmBBdmlgNv7l2BDPHfZMQlugFzyNqZ1OSqwFkus5UIF/s640/blogger-image--767747821.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0HK8Btr6Y2OsecMzeDVg5qLyAoYWANHg2DnRSQZVNqXOcaVaSbnRe0qCW5HRZf19sJv-xErEq7ZBIfsDSASGc58UUpUimUvMr9vmBBdmlgNv7l2BDPHfZMQlugFzyNqZ1OSqwFkus5UIF/s640/blogger-image--767747821.jpg"></a></div> My sweetest littles</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8LrAVjJ0QeJCHKnWr8hEUtj0ffeEGfzdjNuUg-qKNchNGOoLy_NIuVrf6iodKk3AfLrvchF2CRWxS83wGelw1hwudpzc6w0Y5oIDQYJN4l6qhLp-eK5ZYCqCDwoHxh8komC8rZx3sytHl/s640/blogger-image-1323553385.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8LrAVjJ0QeJCHKnWr8hEUtj0ffeEGfzdjNuUg-qKNchNGOoLy_NIuVrf6iodKk3AfLrvchF2CRWxS83wGelw1hwudpzc6w0Y5oIDQYJN4l6qhLp-eK5ZYCqCDwoHxh8komC8rZx3sytHl/s640/blogger-image-1323553385.jpg"></a></div> Cutest pic ever right!?</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005026419230296074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105425194117287871.post-75390177401138924172013-09-16T12:49:00.001-07:002013-09-16T12:49:26.977-07:006<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXuV7GoJzSaCBvdswe-yhEJotsDFKnoRSZPC7_FEJrPZIj24FNd2NF6hhQiE2uFGVXDp1LUx_5z_YbRzyLLJOtrq26_hShGYPmYCY5ij-aDPrcWe16o-9feG62Qd5tOtLfmjRlBIR5R2uI/s640/blogger-image-1607576352.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXuV7GoJzSaCBvdswe-yhEJotsDFKnoRSZPC7_FEJrPZIj24FNd2NF6hhQiE2uFGVXDp1LUx_5z_YbRzyLLJOtrq26_hShGYPmYCY5ij-aDPrcWe16o-9feG62Qd5tOtLfmjRlBIR5R2uI/s640/blogger-image-1607576352.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Calvin turned 6 months on the 1st of this month! I can't believe it. My baby is half a year old. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">At 6 months Calvin is sitting up perfectly and can catch himself when he's about to fall over. Impeccable balance he has. He is crawling alllll over the place and getting into everything! The gate to the stairs had to come up to give me a little sanity. He loves to be outside: mowing the lawn (though he usually just falls asleep) , four wheeler rides, playing on the grass, going for jogs with me in the stroller, you name it. He is <i>constantly </i>eating. He eats about every hour and a half (we feed him less amounts more often to help keep his food down. He is definitely a spitter upper!) unless he's outside, then he forgets about everything all together including his hunger. He's also a social eater i've decided. He is eating rice cereal and baby food every night before bed. He loves to play peek a boo. He enjoys bath time whenever the opportunity strikes (which is sometimes more than once a day lets be honest). He is pretty much happy go lucky all day unless he's hungry or tired. He naps about 4-6 times a day anywhere from 1-2 hours. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhryIbFATe9dOjMOcFblysm9S8Hrv6y1CI2-36laKgPNBs3QRgNx7nNX-Yw-g3epqZ-KBlolOqGRfePU8AKmX0NRj13w1WKwoAz8NyVNBUYlFFbNUEZovSQKaLRvEca2lCV5sqYxBJpQ2G/s640/blogger-image--718954487.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhryIbFATe9dOjMOcFblysm9S8Hrv6y1CI2-36laKgPNBs3QRgNx7nNX-Yw-g3epqZ-KBlolOqGRfePU8AKmX0NRj13w1WKwoAz8NyVNBUYlFFbNUEZovSQKaLRvEca2lCV5sqYxBJpQ2G/s640/blogger-image--718954487.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We are so lucky to be the parents of this babe. No one can melt my heart faster than he can. 6 months has been my favorite age so far I think! He definitely has a personality! Haha. Happy 6 months Baby Cal! ❤</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">In other news...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We have had a lot of fun the last few weeks with family outings. Calvin lived the fair especially. He is definitely a people person, a trait he got from his daddy undoubtedly. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVNxKflo7aSx_5Sl0EawG5kT0XqvO-PIrVGDIk4OtRCA3n0nhOk-MOzSmKXsVbrgvB5IU_WmrpkYqOfsRJkpEmaJi1_F87nyFvnjGJ7tRePZUx_lOKv5mU63bZzgvyEBuwK-A-xe28Nlka/s640/blogger-image--244200447.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVNxKflo7aSx_5Sl0EawG5kT0XqvO-PIrVGDIk4OtRCA3n0nhOk-MOzSmKXsVbrgvB5IU_WmrpkYqOfsRJkpEmaJi1_F87nyFvnjGJ7tRePZUx_lOKv5mU63bZzgvyEBuwK-A-xe28Nlka/s640/blogger-image--244200447.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> (At the fair with Grandpa)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We also went on hike last week with our friends Tyeson and Chelsea Mitton. It was a lot of fun and, again, Calvin loved being outside. I'm not sure what I'm going to do when winter hits and I can't take him outside all the time. Not looking forward to it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK5P6HGy0-uR6NffjbpxCan3ZZhIpuPpsOF3yrGAKRK8SyCjmZWB00gtnlvs54tfOR81rDrTV0fu9y0FDla8WFdeZK23ifj-c17fdLtdwWCiMmd4Aqy5326_G78OVrvZzxJA2ZTiSfgbN3/s640/blogger-image-169316219.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK5P6HGy0-uR6NffjbpxCan3ZZhIpuPpsOF3yrGAKRK8SyCjmZWB00gtnlvs54tfOR81rDrTV0fu9y0FDla8WFdeZK23ifj-c17fdLtdwWCiMmd4Aqy5326_G78OVrvZzxJA2ZTiSfgbN3/s640/blogger-image-169316219.jpg"></a></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> (Hikin')</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Hope everyone is lovin' life as much as we are! ❤</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005026419230296074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105425194117287871.post-54122419635203390362013-09-13T11:57:00.001-07:002013-09-13T13:19:31.985-07:00The proposal ❤Here's our engagement story as promised :) <div><br></div><div>April 2, 2010 - It was conference weekend in Salt Lake City and we were spending the weekend there with my family. This was the first time Tyler had come with us. We usually stay at the Little America Hotel, shop, swim, and go see the temple at night all lit up. </div><div><br></div><div>It was Friday night and we were at dinner with my family. At dinner my dad mentioned that he probably wasn't going to be going with to see the temple and that Tyler and I had better go alone. (Nice cover right? ;) </div><div><br></div><div>Now, I knew Tyler was gonna propose soon. We picked out the ring together. I knew he had it. I was just waiting for it to happen. </div><div><br></div><div>We get on the Sandy train and headed for Temple Square. It's 10:00. Tyler walks me over to the fountain on the south side of the temple and we sit on the side of it and chit chat for a minute. Then he pulls out this black book from inside his cost and starts reading it to me. </div><div><br></div><div>On each page of this book is a charm to go on a bracelet that's on the first page of the book and a little saying to go along each one. For example: a heart charm to represent Tyler's love for me, a temple to represent the Eternal love we share each other and the place where we can be sealed together forever with our family...etc. </div><div><br></div><div>It was the cutest thing ever. After he read each page he'd take the charm off and attach it to the bracelet. </div><div><br></div><div>So there's only one page left, and what do ya know a guard comes over to us and says "it's 10:30 and we are locking the gates. You guys need to leave." Tyler says, well, almost <i>begged </i>to the guard "please just 5 more minutes and then we will leave." (At this point I had a pretty good idea what was on that last page ;)</div><div><br></div><div>Tyler turns the page and there it is. My sparkling ring. The caption read something along these lines; "our love is like this ring, perfect and never ending."</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimJcoIMC29hgtswYv1T3LFPkdNuhUO5Q8sMbiFU5zZix_aKp14Bj5RJnWDZUQ1Kt82FLs51UIIoEnoTNy6lhk9a-fJRc4OmxtagJ7QiAPh7kfCDKSPO18arFUa1_mh_-qheLFJqjThHdTy/s640/blogger-image--712216067.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimJcoIMC29hgtswYv1T3LFPkdNuhUO5Q8sMbiFU5zZix_aKp14Bj5RJnWDZUQ1Kt82FLs51UIIoEnoTNy6lhk9a-fJRc4OmxtagJ7QiAPh7kfCDKSPO18arFUa1_mh_-qheLFJqjThHdTy/s640/blogger-image--712216067.jpg"></a></div> (Ps. This is not the ring he proposed with. It had a few issues so we took it back and got this lovely and few days after. )</div><div><br></div><div>He got down on one knee and asked me to be his wife. And I said through tears if pure joy, yes! :)</div><div><br></div><div>We looked up and the guard and a few other people were clapping and congratulating us. It was so perfect and my heart was so full of joy. ❤</div><div><br></div><div>Unfortunately the photos we took at temple square that night are on Tyler's camera so I can't share them :( but ill share a few of our engagements since we are so cute :)</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy-b8R3rRAPT4-F4EYb0FjwAemNS0TN0MdN1j0MjxVcSo-Uiqq094wzOx7I-9HUfnsoAZOxlEMxCFCkq6SbcyNTUJ5qm5I_fiDFBgotUIChYAuiFtBuFBaF0Uc1MrKYunhhgfMDrorOy82/s640/blogger-image--1677730710.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy-b8R3rRAPT4-F4EYb0FjwAemNS0TN0MdN1j0MjxVcSo-Uiqq094wzOx7I-9HUfnsoAZOxlEMxCFCkq6SbcyNTUJ5qm5I_fiDFBgotUIChYAuiFtBuFBaF0Uc1MrKYunhhgfMDrorOy82/s640/blogger-image--1677730710.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlHkgptuAXxiY38t9FR8mxCRe3qxuPuX7oDjtQVlw6QmWMw_V7puvOBCiU53LD6oqgC_eHtU0WUyPLGKIjCqmDm9MHJ3zKpjltMcJipNX8P5OeTYKN_kTfsda8FE4aLsDHeVE1VbCkgGCi/s640/blogger-image-377488668.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlHkgptuAXxiY38t9FR8mxCRe3qxuPuX7oDjtQVlw6QmWMw_V7puvOBCiU53LD6oqgC_eHtU0WUyPLGKIjCqmDm9MHJ3zKpjltMcJipNX8P5OeTYKN_kTfsda8FE4aLsDHeVE1VbCkgGCi/s640/blogger-image-377488668.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb_dGMiak-EcHI4GEmMewL0PKDh7J8qdvC1hhjN7tjGVLRoo-VF9-O5dCOUfcGeF3HtxmpT7wrUr9bI48nY0R4ZPKbrACuMPKd8LdTNhUcsH3pbdv6sL5-v2UiHpQBoTjC82DpLyoAsMUt/s640/blogger-image--454062901.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb_dGMiak-EcHI4GEmMewL0PKDh7J8qdvC1hhjN7tjGVLRoo-VF9-O5dCOUfcGeF3HtxmpT7wrUr9bI48nY0R4ZPKbrACuMPKd8LdTNhUcsH3pbdv6sL5-v2UiHpQBoTjC82DpLyoAsMUt/s640/blogger-image--454062901.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKBWmGu1sxALZNivdZ7EKyiDgmujplqLo3lqLneeFpel5Jr98RWzm-bXcVB4ROgkKCrXR6OUxcejhfePeJiXV9uEceZb7y1wOuJyFUDr_k0cSgnZZqtU6FUy4f_9Bhe1FCuElbMgm8AhRU/s640/blogger-image-1640553059.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKBWmGu1sxALZNivdZ7EKyiDgmujplqLo3lqLneeFpel5Jr98RWzm-bXcVB4ROgkKCrXR6OUxcejhfePeJiXV9uEceZb7y1wOuJyFUDr_k0cSgnZZqtU6FUy4f_9Bhe1FCuElbMgm8AhRU/s640/blogger-image-1640553059.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Next post to come will be our lovely wedding day!! Stay tuned!! ❤</div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005026419230296074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105425194117287871.post-89050342388637860972013-09-11T12:40:00.001-07:002013-09-11T13:03:09.206-07:00I do... I mean yes. Part 1.So here's a little love story / time line of Tyler an I.<div><br></div><div> Ps. People, the <i>MAIN</i> reason I decided to do a blog is for me to be able to journal my life experiences and to be able to look back on them. So far I haven't been too great at it. Hopefully I can become better soon :)</div><div><br></div><div>January 2007- Im walking the halls after church with Jessie Herrud and I see this tall young man giving hugs to everyone in his sight. Jessie gives him a hug (only she's actually pretty good friends with him) and then he asks if he can give me a hug. I recognized him; we were in the same steak and i remember him playing basketball in High School. i knew his name was Tyler Mckee but this was the first he had ever said a word to me. For some reason I remember I'm wearing my polka dot red dress and red heels. Little did I know he would become my husband in 3 years. </div><div><br></div><div>March 2009 - I'm hanging out with Chelsea Davies at her sisters house and a few others. Tyler was there. I didn't think he would remember who I was. We had a lot if fun though that night and after everyone left Chelsea said "I think Tyler likes you." Secretly... I hoped so. :)</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7uJtcq__cGZlIZdQThZNp8CmgJ_ztVOeN4tGpiTuHmdkRh51LnzucHRYk2za8N8tDW1cxoBOQE25Nt6q-Y7vVnKO6HYyBzHkvxMOKg5xQcMgr-5-aypcAs3Sj6JF_knpaJA0Ms2vSeej8/s640/blogger-image-1558099644.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7uJtcq__cGZlIZdQThZNp8CmgJ_ztVOeN4tGpiTuHmdkRh51LnzucHRYk2za8N8tDW1cxoBOQE25Nt6q-Y7vVnKO6HYyBzHkvxMOKg5xQcMgr-5-aypcAs3Sj6JF_knpaJA0Ms2vSeej8/s640/blogger-image-1558099644.jpg"></a></div></div><div> (Picture from that night)</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>May 2009 - We "<i>officially</i>" started dating. May 25th to be exact. I knew he would be leaving for school in September, but we couldn't stay away from each other as much as we tried. So we figured what the heck lets give it a try. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-FAMY_vhUMCmkM4qh19QzzdjKRkPfHslz1N8k-YGQH2XHO1fAAQrVY0fUTeX6gOhi7fTUpGLfdaAFvFj0iJkMaExRd81FQ_uYRaUJ7e7PC1LJ-e_cRoQiyDmQwyeWRQI4lhEWo94_rwuN/s640/blogger-image--1892365440.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-FAMY_vhUMCmkM4qh19QzzdjKRkPfHslz1N8k-YGQH2XHO1fAAQrVY0fUTeX6gOhi7fTUpGLfdaAFvFj0iJkMaExRd81FQ_uYRaUJ7e7PC1LJ-e_cRoQiyDmQwyeWRQI4lhEWo94_rwuN/s640/blogger-image--1892365440.jpg"></a></div> (Soon after we started dating ❤)</div><div> </div><div><br></div><div>We had a few bumps in the road... A couple for some would be deal breakers, but we were in <i>love</i>. And for whatever reason they only brought us closer. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrSbhCa3ismsqqcR3-qKBX-3pHTdPVRwomIT9qDhKrmay2QohnG7vuUsv5c7FqVwidqfprh1cfzuiH21MbeSf2-DGtO9vammlMN_SCdkKRW7nQgW-osaj3l_XQOQQ3q7Qf7CD3eFi42B2/s640/blogger-image-197815961.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrSbhCa3ismsqqcR3-qKBX-3pHTdPVRwomIT9qDhKrmay2QohnG7vuUsv5c7FqVwidqfprh1cfzuiH21MbeSf2-DGtO9vammlMN_SCdkKRW7nQgW-osaj3l_XQOQQ3q7Qf7CD3eFi42B2/s640/blogger-image-197815961.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>April 2nd, 2010 - Tyler proposed. This story deserves its own blog post :)</div><div><br></div><div>❤ More to come soon! ❤</div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005026419230296074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105425194117287871.post-22972247467749067052013-07-13T21:19:00.000-07:002013-07-13T21:19:26.055-07:00Calvin's 2 month picturesWe had some pictures taken of Calvin the day before we left for Texas by the lovely Kirsten Marshall (not sure how to tag links in this here blog just yet...sorry bout it im still learnin) . And might i add she did a FANTABULOUS job. I cant believe how much he has grown in the two short months since we had them taken. We love this baby more than words.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005026419230296074noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105425194117287871.post-73016989512392876582013-07-10T07:03:00.000-07:002013-07-10T07:03:30.658-07:00I'm new...Alright guys... i'm new to this whole "blogging" world. So bare with me. I'm so excited to start charting all of my fun adventures with my cute little family!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005026419230296074noreply@blogger.com3