tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18482801792653688812024-03-05T16:22:11.811-07:00Our SliceOf Heaven. Of joy. Of chaos. Of insanity and stress...it's a toss up some daysTamaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479355641182408538noreply@blogger.comBlogger207125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848280179265368881.post-50031984450745082802011-07-08T12:08:00.011-06:002011-07-08T12:38:57.289-06:00Our Beautiful Children<span style="font-size:78%;">I know I have a biased opinion, but I'm allowed. <em>Right?</em></span><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Taelyn (3 years) & Brayden (6 months)</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUskXyE5r_lhqCvQ51j-mR2c1I0ggET7VpvV-T6ptAwPaxNnppn6Qj1xuhWDiD-hBnFgykZwdFiTEIbhurBlo7JhQ8tmTNAIQn3WnrLyolKR1pFR8BmOSRxtXfnjMc8NoWPBDnX9XugbmM/s1600/Tae+%2526+Brayden.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627046340074098850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUskXyE5r_lhqCvQ51j-mR2c1I0ggET7VpvV-T6ptAwPaxNnppn6Qj1xuhWDiD-hBnFgykZwdFiTEIbhurBlo7JhQ8tmTNAIQn3WnrLyolKR1pFR8BmOSRxtXfnjMc8NoWPBDnX9XugbmM/s400/Tae+%2526+Brayden.jpg" /></span></a></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627046263923929714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLw7Mex1dMbUB_dOTnQ2F1lx1KBPpwMRP5RA2bTjOxSiWtYtt5MbHATOD_KiE5BAsWYXUC1uz6syUH7g3nPSxWGHndONGwYOI_0LcUXdeBibvclaLInPhFqPMF618Va3mN6aohrG0XKonG/s400/Tae+%2526+Brayden+2.jpg" /> <br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627046094097854578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir0BP0P0eplQLSi0jCoB4OcW8QoSqHuzD_Q9XpD5KPs0dwKb_Omwhn3aOSzaAi99t1QuYurKPAH999KqMF-SXgNEkOmyrIQprMmUV79FFfdYLuKvoAgD1dj6wNSLGlG8dJyv1PWYOWMqHJ/s400/Taelyn.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627046092151335698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Z7GZqdLHJzXEJ88hwZMq6-e6yj7e4y7SkfJOaHe9bpIM-DWjONs83huAERNsSjUuZ_ZD3lvNjGG_uVoA6dKFTKEWWXwEgeEql_qq7LOhlyNRwpFEa-GiXPIn-_U0Af_NEL6ZZW2AvNGl/s400/Brayden1+001.jpg" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI7BJ5po4Bxr2HtyaqMN6Z1YJ3gvrON6NLv8eZvlB9Z55lxfCpddxzSLn3P8SgVT622NBP0lB4L0aQIycESYFYYuXCNTx4y9Njh1HCIIIz4dEQNBqP8Kswv2kKNO2eFC1NAnGbE9lYxMzs/s1600/Taelyn+2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627045938907825666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI7BJ5po4Bxr2HtyaqMN6Z1YJ3gvrON6NLv8eZvlB9Z55lxfCpddxzSLn3P8SgVT622NBP0lB4L0aQIycESYFYYuXCNTx4y9Njh1HCIIIz4dEQNBqP8Kswv2kKNO2eFC1NAnGbE9lYxMzs/s400/Taelyn+2.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbr96A9gBkupTuMA0Ply4YS7hgDRa9UsN99uxsmkTIuREQoEjOkEkxFMi76_sPRxjyuA8J9pRIUh7MmMpnl2FeWkwVA3hFuCeRbrSh57nTuz0p4v14cbsDkq1XyYtUCpbuNWlGejcJoxRy/s1600/Brayden1+002.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627045939086286770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbr96A9gBkupTuMA0Ply4YS7hgDRa9UsN99uxsmkTIuREQoEjOkEkxFMi76_sPRxjyuA8J9pRIUh7MmMpnl2FeWkwVA3hFuCeRbrSh57nTuz0p4v14cbsDkq1XyYtUCpbuNWlGejcJoxRy/s400/Brayden1+002.jpg" /></a></div><br />I love watching their personalities develop. I love watching their love for each other grow. I love hearing them laugh. I love spending time with them. I love watching them express their love for Jon and I. I love watching them play together. I love that she tries to lift him even though he is almost as big as she is. I love that she asks every day if he can walk yet. I love that she likes to feed him. I love watching his confusion when she is feeding him pretend food. I love that he always wakes up happy. I love that I'm learning how to help her to do the same. I love their excitement and enthusiasm. I love them. I love that they are patient with me as I learn. Mostly I just love being their mother.Tamaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479355641182408538noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848280179265368881.post-801257200187988302011-01-28T17:10:00.000-07:002011-01-28T17:10:00.114-07:00The Good ThingsSo many good things have happened over the last few months. Because I've been so busy not talking (blogging) about the bad things, the good things have been skipped also. This is an attempt to remedy that and get back to posting.Tamaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479355641182408538noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848280179265368881.post-2224531363299179372011-01-28T17:09:00.004-07:002011-01-28T17:09:00.108-07:00Baby BlessingDespite the craziness that happened that morning, we made it to the meeting and the blessing was beautiful. Thanks to all the family members who shared the special day with us.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhHdFmayl56b7bKAjs5V1kkroET-u7OCq6T340Se1ktirrI-MnbrK2e2FXoG5HQDlCHwgs5kg8QNHX9RZRtSTUS-m6KiTEaFwv7nZ26nxnQCRwjmCBmVLPthL6knVmm6JHvnC4cPAw7vCT/s1600/card+dump+2+158.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567369857664941122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhHdFmayl56b7bKAjs5V1kkroET-u7OCq6T340Se1ktirrI-MnbrK2e2FXoG5HQDlCHwgs5kg8QNHX9RZRtSTUS-m6KiTEaFwv7nZ26nxnQCRwjmCBmVLPthL6knVmm6JHvnC4cPAw7vCT/s320/card+dump+2+158.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitkWWkeSx_bUgzINgr5Ui_brmBsn2wqrE-fTHZzLALQF-l04QtaZzXsE25K6b0d2GB8mJ2CkjMb5FGZkMRZQ_Lgs8vnQ5V8UZbyassTFLpW-paEL5ZoSnUj2IqbV652JLy6p1FFo0E75S5/s1600/card+dump+2+160.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567369854736944834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitkWWkeSx_bUgzINgr5Ui_brmBsn2wqrE-fTHZzLALQF-l04QtaZzXsE25K6b0d2GB8mJ2CkjMb5FGZkMRZQ_Lgs8vnQ5V8UZbyassTFLpW-paEL5ZoSnUj2IqbV652JLy6p1FFo0E75S5/s320/card+dump+2+160.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFsRkxNY4hnshV04H0NeeOh_XzdQdh6yj20j_7C1oUvpykD6RPNXTiiBL2blnZYPoEHk647lmh5bnPrYnlpWNSUFGR2K5P_iqcf-5wPeDiXx9kutHZym_4Asas0UvC2oSfG93T9_l1bolx/s1600/card+dump+2+162.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567369847014757042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFsRkxNY4hnshV04H0NeeOh_XzdQdh6yj20j_7C1oUvpykD6RPNXTiiBL2blnZYPoEHk647lmh5bnPrYnlpWNSUFGR2K5P_iqcf-5wPeDiXx9kutHZym_4Asas0UvC2oSfG93T9_l1bolx/s320/card+dump+2+162.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiahg8hP0i4JgcDunWXoggok-F3ARd1veL9rtzxbI2oomopTaM5JDh8R8inDfoRoauOHLb6ZtRA6fOT2gaqbQLxjfk19ohn5NjUOOBv5R1Oinxkt7zzxcWF8APblfTvKV-7Qo3yCmFJgMwr/s1600/card+dump+2+164.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567369835087940226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiahg8hP0i4JgcDunWXoggok-F3ARd1veL9rtzxbI2oomopTaM5JDh8R8inDfoRoauOHLb6ZtRA6fOT2gaqbQLxjfk19ohn5NjUOOBv5R1Oinxkt7zzxcWF8APblfTvKV-7Qo3yCmFJgMwr/s320/card+dump+2+164.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMxLQYcqfbNWrJCaY7LoJtvQe_-imoxYqv_RabzJeXcgRT4PYma_ZRnU2sXFAu1g2p4IPpvSHWTt9339kyt1h0TKvMMfrRXVh0bLIYMTDPoLnIDxEE25CwkMzRuZ9O-RWPh_sssrIpL46s/s1600/card+dump+2+161.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567369833461980418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMxLQYcqfbNWrJCaY7LoJtvQe_-imoxYqv_RabzJeXcgRT4PYma_ZRnU2sXFAu1g2p4IPpvSHWTt9339kyt1h0TKvMMfrRXVh0bLIYMTDPoLnIDxEE25CwkMzRuZ9O-RWPh_sssrIpL46s/s320/card+dump+2+161.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">The monkey toes are my favorite! They really are as long as they look. I love them.</span> </div></div></div>Tamaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479355641182408538noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848280179265368881.post-85650805734849493722011-01-28T17:08:00.007-07:002011-01-28T17:08:00.117-07:00Christmas<span style="font-size:78%;">My camera wigged on these first few photos, but they were too cute to not include.</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Taelyn</span> started the morning in Taryn's bed. Everyone else was ready to get up before she was. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567373075597805394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRnPtSzHVj0szm41jLFD10MWCt4RYkHznj0sH9vP2bYP3zD7jPj5dwBun4IKcMOJ_aXwYLAFMWJuaO_Ssrpq2f-y6s-qlpRhei5s2CCdlh_cFQZQFxpW9MkT21no2Bov2npNZyddXr0zWy/s320/card+dump+2+139_.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567373071349003266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCJ8kQT_wPMwG5oj96bMpeTBEXhRlEBdZFWkbRVr_qIsH8_c8n0wnPo8-fQRcywAl68zPj4F_Zhf7o8mFyxN7ygd8rDnbI5kw2weTMveJG3B9JnY1QQroey5lK98ApyN2pCBjWXw-ZMbD1/s320/card+dump+2+140_.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567373066966347826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2W6hdZPUJgbb_1qciCHvrMhqf9C9l0wLof-uUdsrqbWqzX8ttZjPCxUQl8sGQzEpyHBHDpTnR4pybiHtE6x96FzsGJZOXR67QGkQa3futwmUBRXk3H1tXn5cg3s08_Gigf5uLt9y26Icn/s320/card+dump+2+141_.jpg" border="0" /> <p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567373056123993746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr8IlwTx0fbwJPXk3Nq344Vd8ZU6jzP3nUZeyyHXuc3IdMCeI_pqe-d750SImN4bh7pL5UN2lAVu7i4oHc2q1I6QYzEmuBZoF5VGUl_xMNOEm1SwvaGtjQJUkPY3lKM0jdcDkdYXCR3mll/s320/card+dump+2+143_.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>This year was so much fun. I loved experiencing Christmas through a child's eyes again.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheTkSAmQXz0UKdsiCQ1MwHcRE7hG-IUpbDj-z-rqpjmHMowsWO7DlsVNGAWkr_4VPx7xtaBmm3HUuIoTCqNICavhRdGYEpD6H8Cu-WkeuOI3QNnyMDMfMz8CJJryLcfHFtRmcGNZS3tfB0/s1600/card+dump+2+145.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567373464818071138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheTkSAmQXz0UKdsiCQ1MwHcRE7hG-IUpbDj-z-rqpjmHMowsWO7DlsVNGAWkr_4VPx7xtaBmm3HUuIoTCqNICavhRdGYEpD6H8Cu-WkeuOI3QNnyMDMfMz8CJJryLcfHFtRmcGNZS3tfB0/s320/card+dump+2+145.jpg" border="0" /></a> However, if I had known the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">candy canes</span> were going to be her favorite thing, I could have saved myself a lot of time and stress.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPOIpf0GH7jO6b2faz_NeKu2nVzifvK1yw6qDe6sdHbyRsXew4PnLip0zI2UKr5ylPuuS83R6ydDKlruNgTuBH_NlLE8Njcal5YtXmRpqJRREwavoUESENlOP8qVSiugsIHKpu_NgkeeNb/s1600/card+dump+2+146.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567373461188554786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPOIpf0GH7jO6b2faz_NeKu2nVzifvK1yw6qDe6sdHbyRsXew4PnLip0zI2UKr5ylPuuS83R6ydDKlruNgTuBH_NlLE8Njcal5YtXmRpqJRREwavoUESENlOP8qVSiugsIHKpu_NgkeeNb/s320/card+dump+2+146.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuJABszwkglRrsZ42kT-lWJM9UcWcuIVEt4ur3wdBihuqHumrCnasabeZ5LgSUg9vjGF7Poum3yGvxGZ8-St2ta15HCyxH-pUqNBRxBucd2bv0wQRO8HiENV2N0QKIWiU8XUWePbBvKal-/s1600/card+dump+2+147.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567373450926937586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuJABszwkglRrsZ42kT-lWJM9UcWcuIVEt4ur3wdBihuqHumrCnasabeZ5LgSUg9vjGF7Poum3yGvxGZ8-St2ta15HCyxH-pUqNBRxBucd2bv0wQRO8HiENV2N0QKIWiU8XUWePbBvKal-/s320/card+dump+2+147.jpg" border="0" /></a> We were able to talk her into finally looking at other things.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoaHw_Yop3AN43QRQJ2Qnb6CIW1rhVflWISNVZWRVtS_DyAc6G6yYOOrnZZCZqpCuji_CcKkth_oNLHYoeb46H26Wzan_M6N-8YGd0y83qlNG5yTaR7nFBWQApsgY7Ty1CtjPH35GRwK3-/s1600/card+dump+2+148.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567373448765800642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoaHw_Yop3AN43QRQJ2Qnb6CIW1rhVflWISNVZWRVtS_DyAc6G6yYOOrnZZCZqpCuji_CcKkth_oNLHYoeb46H26Wzan_M6N-8YGd0y83qlNG5yTaR7nFBWQApsgY7Ty1CtjPH35GRwK3-/s320/card+dump+2+148.jpg" border="0" /></a> At this point my battery died (yes, I really know how to plan ahead) and my mom started taking pictures with her camera. I still haven't gotten copies from her.</p>Tamaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479355641182408538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848280179265368881.post-68826366189576793642011-01-28T17:07:00.000-07:002011-01-28T17:07:00.042-07:00Halloween<span style="font-size:78%;">This is really slow in coming.</span><br /><div><div></div><br /><div>Grandma took Taelyn to buy a costume. They looked and looked and Taelyn insisted on the poke-a-dotted cow. It wasn't my favorite, but she couldn't have been happier. I need to send a huge THANK YOU to Malissa, who came up and took Taelyn to the ward trunk-or-treat so that Jon and I could stay home with Brayden. Taelyn had a blast!</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567350347492799714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcY3u6Vw87e0tolan9LNM7uEKHHgiD394DXmE-34tqh5gc1rbZqt8d3dXdE3gHxflh-qf8vRsQC6OJPQsPjHffDTSNdK8OR1Y6tBaaSUw5UsJ1tb-L_ByvvxM2i2lK0OmOVwLqCzpmLitk/s320/Halloween.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567350350047534226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuufXFllBybBlAyc_7gjIedWiQFJtGBDw7_uev0dBYfQqs8g8uoIyoz1xMdbjaP3uPRRUBpaPnpY4clTuhcWKtQbs0ZQWTu9-IfgUG3nc9wdxvAeJlMlWjjTP8OcfbdNLLwf8f8yusfYzZ/s320/Halloween+bw2.jpg" border="0" /> <div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567350745207634354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLhjQgQmCaulv8Oa5cs2KIg5mkq5ElMiH-TgjZFMvCYs53muPJDl9-5k-DGp2StbfnQedCwdcq_lhrsxBk_iVD4_Eotw8dQsGpRupeeT2vwB06Of80ohMhsNvmAcc_rxhQmcCG4uZUZd4E/s320/card+dump+2+011.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567350370927526178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaw0upA_5lOYSQK_kWaZkCs7CI18AHS3hMkWv9LwWvKGdirGYt0eXrCqS6sMVtbADUKGv1WzMGkXVzkhmB1SBzBHZXtW-HElpYT-eVfmzfFhHWbR2XJQTcMsFp8g3ZXse6cZFAn2XkJdKE/s320/card+dump+2+013.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div>Tamaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479355641182408538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848280179265368881.post-49006955349656549072011-01-28T17:06:00.000-07:002011-01-28T17:06:00.671-07:00Pumpkin Carving<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlEohmr8_kQfCS2yhIR9e6AsClU4hjK9veIhZRZTVD2QDfXnaS4lL5pxJvfGXmoLJVqObIrC761Vmtm8gIp0BkbIfg-0seCRYJ4L3nAu9qDZ7e9NPpeJisoxbjodlWOE7cHDWlMPruWdk1/s1600/card+dump+2+054.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567354852375987426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlEohmr8_kQfCS2yhIR9e6AsClU4hjK9veIhZRZTVD2QDfXnaS4lL5pxJvfGXmoLJVqObIrC761Vmtm8gIp0BkbIfg-0seCRYJ4L3nAu9qDZ7e9NPpeJisoxbjodlWOE7cHDWlMPruWdk1/s320/card+dump+2+054.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJTZBFtGagabDgStASwVfuw6HUfaMfLLLgaCAK7R9oGhpLKSKqHQmSzz9ISnIIv6ezOgi6Lg2s35-B9WYi_GEsHdrcNjHDRta4GO6q0-pMioEDC2QL0X7z3ceNzDPDjJRff8t2zHGddzb8/s1600/card+dump+2+053.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567354841187629586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJTZBFtGagabDgStASwVfuw6HUfaMfLLLgaCAK7R9oGhpLKSKqHQmSzz9ISnIIv6ezOgi6Lg2s35-B9WYi_GEsHdrcNjHDRta4GO6q0-pMioEDC2QL0X7z3ceNzDPDjJRff8t2zHGddzb8/s320/card+dump+2+053.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4eM-m2byJ-KJ6Tmmq5i3i4YFVrzHFXAcAuszvJhK0eeQJRxlApcajH6qOgYWXht0WTviQQSc7JPQCjn34x31HZ5nUJFzz886URbGCmfSkIlHHZv6mqkPowDiURQomOd548ZtSGTY1RIDa/s1600/card+dump+2+051.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567354832069784338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4eM-m2byJ-KJ6Tmmq5i3i4YFVrzHFXAcAuszvJhK0eeQJRxlApcajH6qOgYWXht0WTviQQSc7JPQCjn34x31HZ5nUJFzz886URbGCmfSkIlHHZv6mqkPowDiURQomOd548ZtSGTY1RIDa/s320/card+dump+2+051.jpg" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567354858181344418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoAr4mMPJNmqkwxTkl71VWEH0GsmLlSaTSTaIWV2XTMpmNOEcSvMYfWPXpUjfVOh4rTQdxMWokj4y9q5P9UaXWppMXyNRFeMdRcJ_r-WKD8SQ6c3YeOG4cqlwgMXoogyU6bSaPd7AAjd1g/s320/card+dump+2+057.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567354864271388930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCRlavwMfHTs2UzK1mHMrKU1lPmBrNc7W4nkUOYDLCnO3aG_pbUN07ymDIgghm7hyphenhyphenG4BfDvv30rYc8DVwIom3bHBEVLoWAMc7J_T-AHhQI-baY1ejU7ADgcXXu4JQhNhLLOfmO9cNmps-V/s320/card+dump+2+061.jpg" border="0" /></div></div>Tamaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479355641182408538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848280179265368881.post-75852395436062054622011-01-28T17:05:00.000-07:002011-01-28T17:05:00.436-07:00The Fairy House<div>Tinkerbell is a big deal around our place. I need to get a picture of her fairy attire. One day Daddy had a little time on his hands, too many boxes, and the desire to impress his daughter (and impress her he did!). <span style="font-size:78%;">The pictures don't do this thing justice. It has two entrances, a tunnel, a closing window, a fancy window...and a heart shaped skylight.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM9Y78suKBbQOgLRfv4jOE-plz2ie3-5sw4VhX49vu5TX606TwOXfcFf2VWwTMHzcqgsJIlT3Heq5WQICdDTvRupBaMncmG1Q8KS_WhKkCUwC8A-_CaeVmh4jOGtT9gosYQm7nWFWI0UDw/s1600/card+dump+2+090.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567356575941700354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM9Y78suKBbQOgLRfv4jOE-plz2ie3-5sw4VhX49vu5TX606TwOXfcFf2VWwTMHzcqgsJIlT3Heq5WQICdDTvRupBaMncmG1Q8KS_WhKkCUwC8A-_CaeVmh4jOGtT9gosYQm7nWFWI0UDw/s320/card+dump+2+090.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiphAB9QAHAEamEwLlutQ1qUBTodjw_CFKhbEns4DmhafyQ_dTtTTqvWf62dUIcDwaEHO5LbTgyQqsli30hOjG6Oju5NDkqqp4U0bUzQcdcwGzaKF6dcaI2bMMoN8xSC4BIXfezlHg9gCKk/s1600/card+dump+2+093.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567356780203397298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiphAB9QAHAEamEwLlutQ1qUBTodjw_CFKhbEns4DmhafyQ_dTtTTqvWf62dUIcDwaEHO5LbTgyQqsli30hOjG6Oju5NDkqqp4U0bUzQcdcwGzaKF6dcaI2bMMoN8xSC4BIXfezlHg9gCKk/s320/card+dump+2+093.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkhrYguYIjxUwfY2p_bb2uAdU22qzZPQDGN43P4PdWg9X0SHYeXSrSTVqhOeMm2BGsZWNB4Ggzp7C08rv0d9Zh9527CHGCUeqJHPW2bvXq-TMLVv53En7XZHqNk0Z1BVTZci0BELOVooNO/s1600/card+dump+2+094.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567356574930906498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkhrYguYIjxUwfY2p_bb2uAdU22qzZPQDGN43P4PdWg9X0SHYeXSrSTVqhOeMm2BGsZWNB4Ggzp7C08rv0d9Zh9527CHGCUeqJHPW2bvXq-TMLVv53En7XZHqNk0Z1BVTZci0BELOVooNO/s320/card+dump+2+094.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL0TVUX0u_U5Wd0ybMeZtCCQA5uhmHRTuyAvij8N6q2hNS83SeZ_n_kNnVp_PTAKXUyTtHhJLSddFzkWKR0Yn8qJ0H6q8mHOhUUsGvaDMRC38cBe1rESrhGRZARLE7RUHhW_VPK5h7AGnQ/s1600/card+dump+2+092.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567356556814724834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL0TVUX0u_U5Wd0ybMeZtCCQA5uhmHRTuyAvij8N6q2hNS83SeZ_n_kNnVp_PTAKXUyTtHhJLSddFzkWKR0Yn8qJ0H6q8mHOhUUsGvaDMRC38cBe1rESrhGRZARLE7RUHhW_VPK5h7AGnQ/s320/card+dump+2+092.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div><br />I do have to add that periodically she takes her family reunion walking stick and beats on the boxes while yelling at the monsters to get out. Sometimes she tells them to go away and sometimes she tells them it is bed time.Tamaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479355641182408538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848280179265368881.post-24581467013147749742011-01-28T17:03:00.000-07:002011-01-28T17:03:00.376-07:00The Circus<div><div><div><div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">If the Halloween post was long overdue, I don't know what to call this!</span></div><br /><div></div><div>We went to the circus back in September. I only took one picture of the actual act. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567352330708153618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiynLMZ5J0mObSNxXYgBWWUtQiiapqpR0ktuoSnENYjvpr0mrmp4RF1ifxOWKm1QN8uUX3EV7MA1ySU05OOH7Y9IgF7xdnYkd_wmdWOCMOifnSL9hnxzTvruNbsc4hAJLVsQM9HdxPw1PzX/s320/card+dump+2+024.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><p>I had more fun taking Pictures of Taelyn. She was mesmorized. <span style="font-size:78%;">(I'm glad I took these when I did, because toward the end she was watching everything BUT the show. Apparently a 2-year-old doesn't have the attention span necessary for an entire performance...)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567353270825157586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivGbNXZQso5-ToUUnIu1SRpXEmwknEto8XQOlKsbtv0XnC6FFUPu4pj7wu8dUUblMrRdxkLnyf2snXkN_i9Aj_eulFUnfjxIKtvxzz-1QxSwkuBCnFy9RMLRQFadQYgZnSc0i0GuC1jJF-/s320/card+dump+2+029.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567353276176953410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2KTml6FDGJUYOFJxNoI4HNdCNADxeVGj_Fgzd8b-Xc08KPyVPqRNx5R4a0-unWGe9T4Y9-4-hjmVzoWwVvMo1FNhfuQIzcGGfvnoRK34r22NbjaT1uXiqw0VaY4W2L2SDRMBIYk8WQ43C/s320/card+dump+2+036.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">By the end she was beyond done. I really wanted to get a good picture, but she was ready to go home. Jon had to help her find her smile.</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567353288722003778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKm0iZNaa6eb8k3p6gpQJ58ocDhDA2PsFNYlNGu67pLYYJ6ZmtTlJNct2i1esEFsMOTNFL_6_ySxmrlE9lu9a2DzDXmIlHpFpSK_QIr0iHjQHaF_R8EgqxXTxpI2GBV6dzgXrlK5m1Zx1j/s320/card+dump+2+038.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567353295679132210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOdXsPXSZTwDw4bWS4bHLr1f1cszV9BTzhefrfP_JN62mL0kbVBEIpBHKkZw4fivHlQ-X1OtQhnzzNCNhWEQDb1gQh4KoFWmlnfzVQu3wyH1gyqf_Wv_k52dYc8WMfrFpblFHtMEMjl9Vi/s320/card+dump+2+039.jpg" border="0" /></span></p></div></div></div>Tamaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479355641182408538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848280179265368881.post-2693987488865441152011-01-28T17:02:00.000-07:002011-01-28T14:27:14.892-07:00Visits from Taryn & GrandmaI wish I would take more pictures from these! My mom and Taryn have stayed with us several times. Taelyn <em>love</em> having them come (I'm sure it has nothing to do with the extra attention). <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinc2uAmOUbJwb1nEO3wEdNT5eX4gyAy19YsiRmlf5yQhKFxVxvUXW-zxhfhszqgYUaCn-SHSdoUXf5Ia37YUdJEPn6jeAxVMJ5gO5wsx345pyKsj6nPhAB06NafUYPbuUkUG7YxO72uv92/s1600/card+dump+2+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567347670689150130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinc2uAmOUbJwb1nEO3wEdNT5eX4gyAy19YsiRmlf5yQhKFxVxvUXW-zxhfhszqgYUaCn-SHSdoUXf5Ia37YUdJEPn6jeAxVMJ5gO5wsx345pyKsj6nPhAB06NafUYPbuUkUG7YxO72uv92/s320/card+dump+2+010.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj89ag2lXm_NumxdK6YF-2z1_UHPmvhXs_HALfsfdFZD_SPFLIUWchcYs2AzzfMmHteRzVKi7ReePu8y_ZQFZnEaO4EW821oKk1hbqnAUDIvr7up3hp1od8LDtwjmlvqRWPogykwxP6-vIV/s1600/card+dump+2+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567347667753538274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj89ag2lXm_NumxdK6YF-2z1_UHPmvhXs_HALfsfdFZD_SPFLIUWchcYs2AzzfMmHteRzVKi7ReePu8y_ZQFZnEaO4EW821oKk1hbqnAUDIvr7up3hp1od8LDtwjmlvqRWPogykwxP6-vIV/s320/card+dump+2+006.jpg" border="0" /></a> The next time we went to this store, Taelyn wanted to ride Pumba again. When I got ready to start it she told me I had to ride with her. Not. A. Chance.</div><div></div><div>Now whenever she finds quarters around the house she gets excited and says she'll put it in her purse so she can ride Pumba. When she finds dollar bills she gets really excited and yells "Now I can ride Pumba whole bunches of times!"<br /><br /><div></div></div>Tamaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479355641182408538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848280179265368881.post-78234517576127060322011-01-28T17:01:00.005-07:002011-01-28T17:01:00.876-07:00My Beautiful DaughterAs often as not, I look at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Taelyn</span> and think "What on Earth?". She makes us laugh so much. I need to record some of the funny things she says, but for now I'll leave you with these:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567376546742995586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhew0WCk5pZbV4UgRlDmUuOpgJGCVn2BIaBZkLoiofJfQsAWk1UAqtMhEDE6YxocYBOEzZLxn24LEdDJuSfemmuwt0acYOSw8_oJIdNMvoEC7Kxy7ZPKyidSZePkG6Hr0F08Ralk0NFsR2E/s320/card+dump+2+107.jpg" border="0" /><br />Why yes. Yes she is wearing her underwear on the outside of her pants. 4 pairs to be exact. And one sock. At least she has clothes on, right?<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567376553303073650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi67AsHC1_np8NyWFyTWFAZ_LOgs5LMFOQ79lnR4AeHAVM-mbYPQzI0QW47adeseIH2ot9OKbl3xkMD-mS-tp2du0sHEWi8kvofEmI_zK7WIhUsUM-cq-sMHr7JjT7jYplHbF8SVga6NJFA/s320/card+dump+2+110.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567376564687831202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv7nvZEiU7uIRlLXLqrBq1lXGdMds-MInKBtFUfxRpd5KruW46A8qJ_EJSptqcJGfjNZU3vh3yOMCkQe5g7N8n3jheitdIM5-_-p-qdjjzvc74mf1GTeC8qyvF5qOz32503nOTEhzSQ_gF/s320/card+dump+2+112.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567376560525745522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCro-NLjD1jzrAr5o4Te1ZQXDmgOhtJkw1sKSnEPWPCqM25q6VFXsPBUPRP8PwklhMmI_hRV6FfDViHWa43uOStEzz_jLjMBeR26xvos9SpPw6XbEL11Z55DG1hp8a1GvBOXg-UK8zbE0t/s320/card+dump+2+129.jpg" border="0" /> <div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567376672583723554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6MAO7MmVtF7qP1CBZzu8cLz_QPc6AWEq1dnxEzpEjfH3cotQe01T5WoEY-ZdE0z3kZ2DJcFVDNi5xtXXeIh-W0dR65-3ECW5vgBFWzUnQFAl4rD5kq7PSs6CdX547VXObK28HwXDJs8BN/s320/card+dump+2+111.jpg" border="0" /></div>Tamaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479355641182408538noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848280179265368881.post-63520203002452367322011-01-28T17:00:00.002-07:002011-01-28T17:00:06.839-07:00Reflecting on 201068 posts in 2008, 104 in 2009 and…24 in 2010 (most of which came in the first half). Why? Because I tend not to blog about negative things. Because I’ve been afraid posting bad news seems like I’m complaining. Because I’ve been afraid talking about it means I’m weak. These last few weeks I’ve come to realize that I am weak. These last few weeks I’ve come to realize that being weak that isn’t a character flaw, a detriment, or even something to be ashamed of. In fact, we need to realize how weak we are. [I attribute that realization to studying the Beatitudes, and prayer and grace in the bible dictionary.]<br /><br />I’d be lying if I said I was sad to see 2010 go. At the first of last year I told Jon that I felt like we had been too blessed and that something big was coming. I started listing things that could go wrong (miscarriage, baby not healthy, death in family, etc.). I gave him a list a mile long. He told me that I couldn’t live looking at life like that. He said that I needed to live so that my testimony was strong enough to handle anything that came along. At first I was offended because I felt he was suggesting that my testimony was weak and that I was going to falter at the slightest trial. With some sincere prayer I realized what he was saying. I realized I wasn’t nourishing my testimony like I should. I realized that being faithful in my church attendance, diligent in my calling and honest in my tithes and offerings wasn’t enough. I wasn’t nourishing my testimony like I should. My personal scripture study was hit and miss. My personal prayers lacked conviction. I didn’t feel like I was ever getting the spiritual rejuvenation I so desperately needed. I realized he was right and I needed to step it up. I’m glad I did because that is when things got hard, and they haven’t seemed to let up any.<br /><br />Breastfeeding gives one a lot of time to think. Reflect. As I was reflecting on last year I thought about losing my 2 remaining grandpas in 6 months. I’ve spent a ton of time worrying about Taelyn and Brayden. Brayden will have to have a minor out-patient surgery this summer. It isn’t a huge issue, but it is surgery-and that scares me. Taelyn has a lump in her armpit. We don’t know what it is. She’s had blood work done twice and chest x-rays. On top of that, she has been losing weight. Have you seen the kid? She doesn’t have weight to lose. Mostly I’ve been thinking about my family. Aching. I go over the 2 a.m. phone conversation I had with him the week after he announced he was leaving. He said that “mixed families are too hard”. I’m still not sure what that means. I pray daily that it doesn’t mean that he isn’t going to be part of my children’s lives…my life. One feeding session I was thinking about the year and the trials I felt were heaping up. Then I realized how many things I had forgotten to add to the heap. Kidney stone. Being rushed into surgery to remove it. A breast cancer scare. The hemolytic disease risk. 8 weeks without hot water. Things that had seemed so large at the time no longer made the list.<br /><br />When we were home over Christmas a family friend approached Jon and I at church. She asked how we were doing. My response was automatic; I told her that we were doing great. “Lair” she said. She’s right. It is easier for me to just not talk about it. It is easier to think that if I ignore it, it will go away. It’s not healthy, nor is it productive. My goal is to get back to blogging. To blog about the good things. To blog about the bad and sad things. Maybe it will help me to really move through this.Tamaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479355641182408538noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848280179265368881.post-62202553086429229742010-10-31T20:53:00.002-06:002010-10-31T21:04:11.170-06:00Daycare FundraiserTaelyn's daycare is doing a pizza fundraiser. We have committed to selling ten and have three to go. <a href="http://www.pizzakit.com/%5Cimages%5CNew%20Site%5COrder%20Form%20Images%5CSomething%20for%20Everyone%5CSFE%20-%20Order%20Form.pdf">Click here</a> to see the brochure. Fundraiser ends this Friday (11/5). If anyone is interested please call me or you can order online at www.pizzakits.com. Fundraiser ID is 215067.<br />Products will be delivered mid-November and we are willing to bring any to the Basin the next time we are out (probably after Thanksgiving).<br /><br />Thanks much!!!!Tamaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479355641182408538noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848280179265368881.post-15724163082440629612010-10-31T20:05:00.010-06:002010-10-31T21:08:35.894-06:00BRAYDEN GARYThis email is slow in coming. Sorry about that!!<br /><br />Brayden Gary was born on 10/22/10 @ 8:08 a.m. He weighed 8 lbs 6 oz and was 21".<br /><br />I don't have the professional photos yet, but they can be viewed <a href="http://www.bellababyphotography.com/">here</a>. Click on "view photos" and 1022(plus babies first and last name all lower case) for the password.<br /><br />I wish I had time to arrange the photos, but Brayden thinks he is starving to death. There are lots of Brayden and Tae. She loves him so much and always wants to hold him, except she wants to hold him by herself. She always says "take a picture mama!"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgfM_q4wHF8Hfv1ICh1bscVuFQjOcfGqWm3V8NZ3-GGucJ80hIUtEkLmBMbrU_VmavCgQCV6QicjDCkqjc9QP0cYVCp3FTSmAM7Sh6O0tS52Fik8ueZ73z3IpGNCd0LIIqXjyN9tZf7ni0/s1600/brayden+018.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgfM_q4wHF8Hfv1ICh1bscVuFQjOcfGqWm3V8NZ3-GGucJ80hIUtEkLmBMbrU_VmavCgQCV6QicjDCkqjc9QP0cYVCp3FTSmAM7Sh6O0tS52Fik8ueZ73z3IpGNCd0LIIqXjyN9tZf7ni0/s320/brayden+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534404610304939810" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj50y_NS32PYpCFApQcULPne4NF1mdxVLA9_3KYaJ0vADJmXkiVbbw4ehidoIO7mBB4bStkTwXWlROLj53m3YZEnfEU2j_dNP5ZSH8fQ-I7Uj0UOgX1uQQKsKkxyA2FMMhPyOypZwR2ayf6/s1600/brayden+017.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj50y_NS32PYpCFApQcULPne4NF1mdxVLA9_3KYaJ0vADJmXkiVbbw4ehidoIO7mBB4bStkTwXWlROLj53m3YZEnfEU2j_dNP5ZSH8fQ-I7Uj0UOgX1uQQKsKkxyA2FMMhPyOypZwR2ayf6/s320/brayden+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534404605869470962" border="0" /></a>Poor Brayden sometimes feels too loved by Tae (look closely at this next pic):<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSna4ma3EBpheFp1NQrHFe7B8QsDIHBjg1r4X_d7_FK8Wguh0YZRrB4Mno3MhOhm9NG04X8iK6q-QogTIVceJptKVHkrlRWAlhxDU91Myw9VwaNbGPalafm3mFLDW4wk2E5pZtx4bvET_O/s1600/brayden+013.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSna4ma3EBpheFp1NQrHFe7B8QsDIHBjg1r4X_d7_FK8Wguh0YZRrB4Mno3MhOhm9NG04X8iK6q-QogTIVceJptKVHkrlRWAlhxDU91Myw9VwaNbGPalafm3mFLDW4wk2E5pZtx4bvET_O/s320/brayden+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534404600159948370" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0rOoZEzxgMGb5W1FhNECa9A0EMmLBqB5_Z5wgCp1YQmv24zjIrVteUkjK6lRxjMxJ88jWhhlYSMZsdvvB_m_1WWrSA2xRLS2mBGzADxDjpm7wuJBcPXmNh9mUDZ9jX7BBj2BLldRQ1WJa/s1600/brayden+012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0rOoZEzxgMGb5W1FhNECa9A0EMmLBqB5_Z5wgCp1YQmv24zjIrVteUkjK6lRxjMxJ88jWhhlYSMZsdvvB_m_1WWrSA2xRLS2mBGzADxDjpm7wuJBcPXmNh9mUDZ9jX7BBj2BLldRQ1WJa/s320/brayden+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534404591235482178" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWBZq7L85ppZtrMsn6lN9XohJyy1AygrbiDieEDBPcrub_vgo3vy2YJM63eMbfWvVvihy_T01mDtALfF8Bkw2D9JoR_NR9m34Iix9Ui9Zq0C8hDhvyQ92swCfZgIzgsrHenLrEtsvk1HjY/s1600/brayden+010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWBZq7L85ppZtrMsn6lN9XohJyy1AygrbiDieEDBPcrub_vgo3vy2YJM63eMbfWvVvihy_T01mDtALfF8Bkw2D9JoR_NR9m34Iix9Ui9Zq0C8hDhvyQ92swCfZgIzgsrHenLrEtsvk1HjY/s320/brayden+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534403245745217506" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk6qdn8by6cgW8S2VWNfDp5up11ozlafAyILrvyyNFmMp_qatuvhpHbPH0Hbo_azZd4x9J9J5J2kDkM9RzRshmEdl1BmrXkffw-nszoVbYmjtdoiJc4G1Oea5ZFx_sVWSJeFlGhMCj_JUd/s1600/brayden+009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk6qdn8by6cgW8S2VWNfDp5up11ozlafAyILrvyyNFmMp_qatuvhpHbPH0Hbo_azZd4x9J9J5J2kDkM9RzRshmEdl1BmrXkffw-nszoVbYmjtdoiJc4G1Oea5ZFx_sVWSJeFlGhMCj_JUd/s320/brayden+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534403240534439154" border="0" /></a>When we swaddle him, Tae calls it a Brayden Taco. She likes to have "two tacos".<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA75VWpvRC9aXjVb3BMnKxHtmtC_Zk-PVKOjAKZntiNB84-n6KYtZp-yokM686ZNN__rIgcxiXKVOzH-q9f1Wtdk0sVDMfu5kshEsAwHD9esEI2MVcwk4jFcnYJhMD2GnzL5M83-xTJQOj/s1600/brayden+008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA75VWpvRC9aXjVb3BMnKxHtmtC_Zk-PVKOjAKZntiNB84-n6KYtZp-yokM686ZNN__rIgcxiXKVOzH-q9f1Wtdk0sVDMfu5kshEsAwHD9esEI2MVcwk4jFcnYJhMD2GnzL5M83-xTJQOj/s320/brayden+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534403234044515058" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN8K2tWaRohUzgyI9oxNK3_M2nCCHccc74ddOUD8_N9Pd_GQzqT4lrFCCL7sc_IV7rqHUD6Sf4jDf6WOqbqxdX0eGkA9pySx8eiI3TJCIiGbDK0qdJE-JqmY_3W7SgL2TKUFS6r4m5n_4x/s1600/brayden+006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ2PU8eiOs99AP0xQKMsH9p2ynOm0uvNaHmGAvyQYFtSHLepe2WwlK-PiOroEgQLw8uGi2pXdayJKoMd5hUazqJj9bCwMcie_iScLYwdTyzUj65Hgk9nfdNmt3o-w-zseJEELIcpFc2SF3/s320/brayden+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534401404468485298" border="0" /></a>My pride and joy:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrPbQz0w1OKYPhQ_AcVXHjhUzS7DKlWZHgmwHCvt55-QvUTju-JyCQXks3uXhtnKfTzy2CFXBT88LrLKHc206vw7Kq16mh1_7gmNAQi7reQsxirpkWu1wzkSBa7hXPXUw9qtFIyLQuqtNj/s1600/brayden+015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrPbQz0w1OKYPhQ_AcVXHjhUzS7DKlWZHgmwHCvt55-QvUTju-JyCQXks3uXhtnKfTzy2CFXBT88LrLKHc206vw7Kq16mh1_7gmNAQi7reQsxirpkWu1wzkSBa7hXPXUw9qtFIyLQuqtNj/s320/brayden+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534401399682426978" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqaCxrnyrx8VPOeCJiFcTAinGp_l3WowWN-H46Mj5JOxbXhR85vPt_LFo4DM6UBJ8hXgd_EAQ4cQ1yKkLeZce5_psDVErB2thCGUYr63O9t6nsC0bohNaMYvJnOYv1GLuSybNM5fElgf9W/s1600/brayden+014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqaCxrnyrx8VPOeCJiFcTAinGp_l3WowWN-H46Mj5JOxbXhR85vPt_LFo4DM6UBJ8hXgd_EAQ4cQ1yKkLeZce5_psDVErB2thCGUYr63O9t6nsC0bohNaMYvJnOYv1GLuSybNM5fElgf9W/s320/brayden+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534401398565206466" border="0" /></a>Coming home from the hospital:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsSVZPVeDAfXuH_uAEgl_itFE36BucyC590zextzA-RLLGqjBlGcN_HYix23V9SZIE_9ZvLVgFn8O1g1zrbqclwniCXPTcpeoc4yB5aP8_EsfYRq18Mdl_WnO8lXy8kdIrnR6G6qveQonm/s1600/brayden+004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsSVZPVeDAfXuH_uAEgl_itFE36BucyC590zextzA-RLLGqjBlGcN_HYix23V9SZIE_9ZvLVgFn8O1g1zrbqclwniCXPTcpeoc4yB5aP8_EsfYRq18Mdl_WnO8lXy8kdIrnR6G6qveQonm/s320/brayden+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534399930510072546" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-QvpVg1M_Wpk4FyJS3oNntmoG2ZV2APQgY1_r_1MoHGfyx5910KWPzYE6f0Rl1CmaPtCNDjuasUnjfDf9dRZrSkQx3J-3RdBgPLZvK5F7yfT21q7VoIvr4r8qSGHsvQQss21XFTE4LNes/s1600/brayden+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-QvpVg1M_Wpk4FyJS3oNntmoG2ZV2APQgY1_r_1MoHGfyx5910KWPzYE6f0Rl1CmaPtCNDjuasUnjfDf9dRZrSkQx3J-3RdBgPLZvK5F7yfT21q7VoIvr4r8qSGHsvQQss21XFTE4LNes/s320/brayden+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534399929350755026" border="0" /></a>At the hospital:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj56FH7t_PuG_-BA-WiURWsdwyAiuXCGELBpwYmB_LF5zhi21SFe6rdCsr-9ZssCqJnFUMAXTrkP4fa6DnjeacX1AYXIXY5949v6h2ec7Pkd6ZXXb8oP8Moud8w76OrDebLubzp9jOYR3r5/s1600/brayden+022.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj56FH7t_PuG_-BA-WiURWsdwyAiuXCGELBpwYmB_LF5zhi21SFe6rdCsr-9ZssCqJnFUMAXTrkP4fa6DnjeacX1AYXIXY5949v6h2ec7Pkd6ZXXb8oP8Moud8w76OrDebLubzp9jOYR3r5/s320/brayden+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534399921257474850" border="0" /></a>More to come later!Tamaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479355641182408538noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848280179265368881.post-49704835442298422652010-10-12T17:10:00.003-06:002010-10-12T17:42:27.676-06:00My Mom is My HeroMy Mom has always been my hero-and not just because I'm so much like her. She has always been so willing to do anything for her children. She is the most fix-it-yourself person I know. She is determined. She always stands up for what she believes in. She is always willing to help others. She joys in the successes of others. She has mad sewing skills that no one can match (except for maybe my grandma-but I think it would be a close match!). She always goes out of her way to lend her sewing talent to do projects for others, even when it's not convenient for her. She loves to fish and hunt. She knows how to pull a calf. She is a hard worker. She laughs a lot. She knows how to have fun. She always calls me when I need it most. She loves being a grandmother and makes Taelyn feel so special. She expresses her love often, both verbally and in her actions. She tells us often that she is proud of us.<br /><br />Lately I've learned how strong and selfless she is. These last 2 1/2 weeks have been some of the hardest that my family has ever faced. When my dad left, we struggled. My mom has been so strong. She hasn't been bitter or angry toward my dad. She has been very kind. That has impressed me most. It has made it so much easier for us kids to not be consumed with anger, bitterness or hate. Her testimony is stronger than I ever realized. She just keeps saying that she doesn't know what will happen, but every time she prays she feels peace. Her strength has made us stronger.<br /><br />If I am ever a good mother, it is only because of the amazing example that I have had in my own mother.Tamaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479355641182408538noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848280179265368881.post-28254128342888156602010-08-09T09:30:00.003-06:002010-08-09T09:47:22.465-06:004.0Jon has finished another semester. This summer he took PSC 2600 (Annual & Perennial Plants) and PSC 4900 (Native Plants). He was a little embarrassed when I sent out a text about his 4.0. To make up for it, I'll throw it out there to the blogosphere!<br /><br />Congrats Jon! Your hard work paid off!Tamaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479355641182408538noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848280179265368881.post-13303712211087365742010-08-06T17:16:00.002-06:002010-08-06T17:30:57.136-06:00This Old HouseWe've been without hot water for a full month now. I'm not proud, or angry. OK, that's totally a lie! I'm amazed that I've lasted this long. Unfortunately, I'm hitting the end of my rope.<br /><br />A friend asked if I had a to-do list that I needed to get done before the baby comes. Anyone that knows me knows that I live on to-do lists. I even add things to my list that I've already accomplished that day so that I can see how productive my day has been. I may, or may not, also just enjoy starting a list with something already completed. It helps me to be motivated. Well, I haven't made a to-do list for...hmmm...about a month now. I tried to make a to-do list yesterday. I couldn't do it. Seriously. I attempted it several times. Then I cried.Tamaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479355641182408538noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848280179265368881.post-63208938154010075632010-07-27T17:12:00.011-06:002010-07-28T08:24:00.722-06:00CousinsI honestly believe that this word is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Taelyn's</span> favorite word. We got some quality time with so many cousins during July.<br /><br /><br />The weekend of the 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span> Jon's brother and his family came out. We were able to go to the zoo with them. It was a blast. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Taelyn</span> loved the animals, but the cousins made the trip even better.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498731723648152418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj7ylDWw_8bssO259AC8X-aT4ddzEXcGvXEHsvIgbyhydwVtFUAS3cSPz3MIKaHIPZFeHhz37ofE-j2hyphenhyphenAKYC8uRiVGfDe-_VerNnX5wf5fAltVc55lTdoHOKc2ni2RFM8TlYlwuU6hhCh/s320/July2010+004.jpg" border="0" /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguiUFWuVadBCGxEQ-QNmAx_euEII-UiqtfKmGvqf-cQX1_o-iqwsgFSvrohrjLkkIsFD7zBeZbbQMY3R_2I5fYRrF8zSTU3b8V40Zg6g7J5xEqM4Knaeosdo-xmbGChCWa4ZHFtojd0PT9/s1600/July2010+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498731717276523650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguiUFWuVadBCGxEQ-QNmAx_euEII-UiqtfKmGvqf-cQX1_o-iqwsgFSvrohrjLkkIsFD7zBeZbbQMY3R_2I5fYRrF8zSTU3b8V40Zg6g7J5xEqM4Knaeosdo-xmbGChCWa4ZHFtojd0PT9/s320/July2010+005.jpg" border="0" /></a>I'm so glad these two are such good buddies! I had <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Tae's</span> stroller, but they preferred to ride this way.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWmuaIpUoSl883w36BhJAkV6-oxOFEEgPH37d3BT8sIC35IfIhRBvnhkYM5yjV16kpspzrhBggeiabB-cMIoz4ktEf1QaQoAmcA2UjuistYkD8Okhw8ZhPhG08gopCDQpNaxTyZ1C7_SsI/s1600/July2010+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498731711935075026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWmuaIpUoSl883w36BhJAkV6-oxOFEEgPH37d3BT8sIC35IfIhRBvnhkYM5yjV16kpspzrhBggeiabB-cMIoz4ktEf1QaQoAmcA2UjuistYkD8Okhw8ZhPhG08gopCDQpNaxTyZ1C7_SsI/s320/July2010+006.jpg" border="0" /></a>I was so glad my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">SIL</span> was pregnant, too. The kids kept a pace that we could both manage.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp6w7GSEwrrSHz7fXHf3HD20FlMf7-0IknE0VrO0cZLwsWnwMsHTdbTRjBrBihvX0F2vqj2tjG5MA-oPtDCa6j4dEN48uTTqUK9a0n2Yi17EomVhq8CrfmOKtG7BGL6H_rExYB9TltsIu3/s1600/July2010+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498731702172073378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp6w7GSEwrrSHz7fXHf3HD20FlMf7-0IknE0VrO0cZLwsWnwMsHTdbTRjBrBihvX0F2vqj2tjG5MA-oPtDCa6j4dEN48uTTqUK9a0n2Yi17EomVhq8CrfmOKtG7BGL6H_rExYB9TltsIu3/s320/July2010+007.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH5aXImqeEbTQkPzswfi2_K8LFlJ9VHbGKmmyE6aZmnQVL3lNWnzWKxgbkZdXzifR6QtDPUI2Y0Q0-yjh9h_lyz8F1ALwrlH_p-kmdx1WMOHWrR6yd18YETZKaHZNhdwFlniuFYi-pH_nP/s1600/July2010+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498731356745022242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH5aXImqeEbTQkPzswfi2_K8LFlJ9VHbGKmmyE6aZmnQVL3lNWnzWKxgbkZdXzifR6QtDPUI2Y0Q0-yjh9h_lyz8F1ALwrlH_p-kmdx1WMOHWrR6yd18YETZKaHZNhdwFlniuFYi-pH_nP/s320/July2010+008.jpg" border="0" /></a>I wish I could have gotten better <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">carousel</span> pictures, but by the time I started figuring my camera out, the ride was over.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrcMuhGqDPGr4MQPLLJhTu4UpQfVGSxFZqF0PzqTARrCYF0Kr4P08fpjUFRWj73apQORYNxA2v55BihXoSZ-77RIxXH2nQIh8HIFuDCEuPr8-AaJtjh1tLFjrbof3g56aX-lNMG-nJJUcC/s1600/July2010+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498731349585210754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrcMuhGqDPGr4MQPLLJhTu4UpQfVGSxFZqF0PzqTARrCYF0Kr4P08fpjUFRWj73apQORYNxA2v55BihXoSZ-77RIxXH2nQIh8HIFuDCEuPr8-AaJtjh1tLFjrbof3g56aX-lNMG-nJJUcC/s320/July2010+011.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498731346958145122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgUox6XoZW1lqKvSRV-F3zmQy4wq5TMfARfujBC1exxhp15XDtP6c9S-wNV5Aj_dXqZHGKTUeWLti-ITnhsNIJQ5Xqimw-XLK5ZcXFZDPzCBMhaWnZy4Ag5v6BiqrEoep9VdJMdIgvB4ds/s320/July2010+012.jpg" border="0" /> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1RQzjYK5IvoFax1To8sfTmGppledQ9QMD-FmVcwdFmpV1zJ9wuQvUnUDQbOT_u8Q7B2mpZ7jFUanNlu5hSPGCPOYE2f-WlVuZcnHYAukFx9JhrO5y1hy1edc1n-Ogc7MTFwwEpRa2jzir/s1600/July2010+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498731342179124610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1RQzjYK5IvoFax1To8sfTmGppledQ9QMD-FmVcwdFmpV1zJ9wuQvUnUDQbOT_u8Q7B2mpZ7jFUanNlu5hSPGCPOYE2f-WlVuZcnHYAukFx9JhrO5y1hy1edc1n-Ogc7MTFwwEpRa2jzir/s320/July2010+014.jpg" border="0" /></a>We had so much fun that it wore <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Tae</span> out. She slept so well under that wet <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">blankey</span>. I kept getting crazy looks from people for having her under a blanket, but it kept her nice and cool.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd_PSp0bJ5RzgkDTtAvCR1AfQRp_O1aOOgfoBHVWUMCbeByNRpwKi_k1NhYgjyPbTArLEBx9cnca1_eiZH7bOnEpLusRVCKrgfVtOBhHg-QEk2cqseN4BKFahmyFQNbKNQ10VuUekWh1wl/s1600/July2010+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498731333699897426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd_PSp0bJ5RzgkDTtAvCR1AfQRp_O1aOOgfoBHVWUMCbeByNRpwKi_k1NhYgjyPbTArLEBx9cnca1_eiZH7bOnEpLusRVCKrgfVtOBhHg-QEk2cqseN4BKFahmyFQNbKNQ10VuUekWh1wl/s320/July2010+015.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFxnhyVlqixeqSLQErWit4ezZBfsIArMOhm91RN06MVVMHz9Blyxe7D8lnupkw9coM0GgyuPaR2jpJll1eVsnAScrteCqU-tX8wnP5gEX6n3-Xhaxdcv6QGzspINjoC5JYrhkMVGnpQFtB/s1600/July2010+016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498730912212987394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFxnhyVlqixeqSLQErWit4ezZBfsIArMOhm91RN06MVVMHz9Blyxe7D8lnupkw9coM0GgyuPaR2jpJll1eVsnAScrteCqU-tX8wnP5gEX6n3-Xhaxdcv6QGzspINjoC5JYrhkMVGnpQFtB/s320/July2010+016.jpg" border="0" /></a> She woke up just in time for the train ride.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhszPJcAUa44YBA9qNyGinWVvj0blV57ti1CneZCJmWBWkuWXvxdPOIX4RbTPyPkXuCVBhccA4GfT3eeKT49ejiDg0aaJ7Ok1-xA5HqppcLvXwwoMPCztUddm1JJIe490yaQGi18ACSRlDe/s1600/July2010+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498730907936954482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhszPJcAUa44YBA9qNyGinWVvj0blV57ti1CneZCJmWBWkuWXvxdPOIX4RbTPyPkXuCVBhccA4GfT3eeKT49ejiDg0aaJ7Ok1-xA5HqppcLvXwwoMPCztUddm1JJIe490yaQGi18ACSRlDe/s320/July2010+017.jpg" border="0" /></a> Don't let the face fool you, she enjoyed it!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW9aQiGCI9rY6TiCkhw4-4GvgxcAW6N8xCNFtKBKp8ZrMlhptQFIr20X2eC1TcnoFLTRp9oPOCIeOWn0sF1ZJBvTSUZd9VtpwM8nbBVGFPdBU1huLMXqo5YMfkJdK1BZjTO_RFvKzfkm71/s1600/July2010+019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498730905456766914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW9aQiGCI9rY6TiCkhw4-4GvgxcAW6N8xCNFtKBKp8ZrMlhptQFIr20X2eC1TcnoFLTRp9oPOCIeOWn0sF1ZJBvTSUZd9VtpwM8nbBVGFPdBU1huLMXqo5YMfkJdK1BZjTO_RFvKzfkm71/s320/July2010+019.jpg" border="0" /></a>For as short a ride as it is, it made me laugh that she couldn't stay in one spot the whole time.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkpwZv81NzWF4xuxpx9cJV22ZaMhitJIUCLjKUv4bWXrcPRuLIHV20Co_9U4N95aZCyx4XPWMZsHoFEYaYv11eZE3Wtz35NkIBPpUSpH2S6ntmRlNZvjHrvDCfi2qLC9InigQTe1lkU-v6/s1600/July2010+022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498730893723344706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkpwZv81NzWF4xuxpx9cJV22ZaMhitJIUCLjKUv4bWXrcPRuLIHV20Co_9U4N95aZCyx4XPWMZsHoFEYaYv11eZE3Wtz35NkIBPpUSpH2S6ntmRlNZvjHrvDCfi2qLC9InigQTe1lkU-v6/s320/July2010+022.jpg" border="0" /></a>The following week Jon had class up at Tony's grove. Because he didn't want to make the drive to Logan the morning of, we stayed with his sister and her family. They opted to go up for the day as well. I could see why Jon's last class was up there. The class was Native Plants and the flowers were amazing.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498734159262396130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9lbGqiSFxuDJx5xvJTmBfSNyMpCD-xRStqA6hM5M5GxyUuVcYm9sFKkbmhGihKSzVU-W5M2Q310f6TowmyA1yzvBj98mmELFzUww9EwlSvbea6jqVG2EYe_xFa9V78Bzl8KeUQwN6UzHH/s320/July2010+044.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498734151628081122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGJnTxcsMsi95ubYDkqpzU1MCfE8CoK7Zpf9V0fsHKn1WsAgEzIDA1Hb3_SHkcV_9GGw6H0UpJOf6h92owD1s1k_QDBfrNEbWmZaDLEZQzBDwR6bcliBaViHOKy8hrIFnJuzLfE1uRCzBL/s320/July2010+043.jpg" border="0" />I'm disappointed that these pictures are fuzzy. Apparently I need to remember to clean off the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">lens</span> after letting <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Taelyn</span> play with the camera.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi5sZOsSpGbsM3Ny8cql7gBscxG3q9YmGiTC1GUVPDwbu7l4_UyjMid0tcHzO_CC9mNxhrZYs49Qrp3YTwsRkvM-FfyBh5VLL8C8eaFgVGvd9c0jO8t3MpIIkpOabdLVAHtQ0BjsY0BrIP/s1600/July2010+033.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498730889100957282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi5sZOsSpGbsM3Ny8cql7gBscxG3q9YmGiTC1GUVPDwbu7l4_UyjMid0tcHzO_CC9mNxhrZYs49Qrp3YTwsRkvM-FfyBh5VLL8C8eaFgVGvd9c0jO8t3MpIIkpOabdLVAHtQ0BjsY0BrIP/s320/July2010+033.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIozcj_rc1pJqwHeKNrCFEBrvQJGXmQb0IGm3EItJD0dkI9zcK5sqop1SL7zAjvI-8XHA85Wdnyxf3Tkq3zx1zLPGVQbRQh_-0y-w_GGFMEEdZNj0sGB8DfXvJx0BGBzBD7ziTIXpJV5A7/s1600/July2010+032.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498730335342990610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIozcj_rc1pJqwHeKNrCFEBrvQJGXmQb0IGm3EItJD0dkI9zcK5sqop1SL7zAjvI-8XHA85Wdnyxf3Tkq3zx1zLPGVQbRQh_-0y-w_GGFMEEdZNj0sGB8DfXvJx0BGBzBD7ziTIXpJV5A7/s320/July2010+032.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMLc2VKf1z_uPIOWY3NNVY69btw2nE1aC7JMExKypndCD18UGaqqRw0XSnkWzg8kxCDCz9bM37V3gK85hv49HOCWBMP8SzxG346dxezKI42hVXXfkyMl0p68INm8hBufflbFMlRn1OJYQO/s1600/July2010+036.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498730326894693250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMLc2VKf1z_uPIOWY3NNVY69btw2nE1aC7JMExKypndCD18UGaqqRw0XSnkWzg8kxCDCz9bM37V3gK85hv49HOCWBMP8SzxG346dxezKI42hVXXfkyMl0p68INm8hBufflbFMlRn1OJYQO/s320/July2010+036.jpg" border="0" /></a>These two had so much fun together. He kept telling his mom that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Taelyn</span> was his best friend.<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498730324067300770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVP84tGXR9QC0uDOasqChiA4nWUl7D1teCoEP_BQ0Xkjhghj4wad23DH66nCUAgdYx39JD8O9nFyhkiY4bSa60qSfq8wBobLfpt1NmWoAtOb7PeLoP-XFd1WIF-8AlO8qWCWu1KEG5trvu/s320/July2010+037.jpg" border="0" /> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilR8jwvmHtxz74QFZrpeyOU-44DIK4LrPHZgExYWGuVV8z_2A3SoJz3EOpoiN9IyuClOFvr1zh2zdfMjFezP9UyOTS_GSK4aCQvakj0Xhgje2okZq_B4Zy8xspnbKNueKG_pd5cp2lCjB-/s1600/July2010+038.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498730317744253138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilR8jwvmHtxz74QFZrpeyOU-44DIK4LrPHZgExYWGuVV8z_2A3SoJz3EOpoiN9IyuClOFvr1zh2zdfMjFezP9UyOTS_GSK4aCQvakj0Xhgje2okZq_B4Zy8xspnbKNueKG_pd5cp2lCjB-/s320/July2010+038.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMLJDf3EB_9eBoDKDA6PSXs8uy4MWoR0ygXsFMoo-vHjR3xFdIt1JAw4LzaqMLQ0WY6F1P_JLn6FVAxomWyEY7BlnIehiMgl6eoQ2vK6axNv5xYXqr5Pn58Sq9YYR2H7s8ffqkYEuELH_a/s1600/July2010+040.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498730310105651442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMLJDf3EB_9eBoDKDA6PSXs8uy4MWoR0ygXsFMoo-vHjR3xFdIt1JAw4LzaqMLQ0WY6F1P_JLn6FVAxomWyEY7BlnIehiMgl6eoQ2vK6axNv5xYXqr5Pn58Sq9YYR2H7s8ffqkYEuELH_a/s320/July2010+040.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEzpzphRu2zyI1iYrfR6qmK3ApiaW-jZrFIN5bO_aWB7IDiCWQlu3E89aG0WSvDwzaLg7Y7UmAZvCo9UYSLv09wleAdsi9ozv0ya4sg66bj9S63E3vvL42PbS4RRWeYZ9NfHUcu8xHGe_B/s1600/July2010+045.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498729711467300578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEzpzphRu2zyI1iYrfR6qmK3ApiaW-jZrFIN5bO_aWB7IDiCWQlu3E89aG0WSvDwzaLg7Y7UmAZvCo9UYSLv09wleAdsi9ozv0ya4sg66bj9S63E3vvL42PbS4RRWeYZ9NfHUcu8xHGe_B/s320/July2010+045.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0_k4NmH7L7CZIBPixUEYDz3chDL8KDVOLaQ8vkUZSyWiWPNXrEl4MFFufciAW6w6N2x60Cm0sc_svhpjBxEHcdsoLc0f7iy0B6EqVAt8KvyYyLc0nlXw0Uj5cLUV1gTX04iy603xEkSG8/s1600/July2010+046.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498729705717058658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0_k4NmH7L7CZIBPixUEYDz3chDL8KDVOLaQ8vkUZSyWiWPNXrEl4MFFufciAW6w6N2x60Cm0sc_svhpjBxEHcdsoLc0f7iy0B6EqVAt8KvyYyLc0nlXw0Uj5cLUV1gTX04iy603xEkSG8/s320/July2010+046.jpg" border="0" /></a>The hike around the lake nearly did me in. It didn't help that it took so long because all the two little ones wanted to do was stop and throw rocks in.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiiYqjerRVyeZ3qEllev6a-gW4XFZeMrcVTMiB6kgGyMn9mSCbscjbpSI6IQdPu6ZHU9Rx4EOTa7EynPYmBr_HByg7Goqm4wbi2lnw1nmPRD3sk-_-isCMQDAVD5nqKUtg4QlpzHGhEiNy/s1600/July2010+048.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498729694325641442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiiYqjerRVyeZ3qEllev6a-gW4XFZeMrcVTMiB6kgGyMn9mSCbscjbpSI6IQdPu6ZHU9Rx4EOTa7EynPYmBr_HByg7Goqm4wbi2lnw1nmPRD3sk-_-isCMQDAVD5nqKUtg4QlpzHGhEiNy/s320/July2010+048.jpg" border="0" /></a> Toward the end they both got tired.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh68aYGuBFFybwqEsTMHecSE8o3cMEW2jHlqJmWbYz6avjQtGKZKrCRJNszY9nWyQbT8_IhKpMTkC34WdUjbJnWe_lofcwV619448FjNfAaA2eE-PqVz-C8Hu5DPylHwtEIvN7HgudkQ6aR/s1600/July2010+049.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498729692451988210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh68aYGuBFFybwqEsTMHecSE8o3cMEW2jHlqJmWbYz6avjQtGKZKrCRJNszY9nWyQbT8_IhKpMTkC34WdUjbJnWe_lofcwV619448FjNfAaA2eE-PqVz-C8Hu5DPylHwtEIvN7HgudkQ6aR/s320/July2010+049.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjPMrucrYIVtEQ7JFbYxTNtOmETjO0IXk0mrjyqLBiB2Ot3jObx9QndjKmiy7jE05UgVQEPhiq0ObX851fS5ku30Feaj6V_A2Uczvpsef-uHL5kvmoxgMv_mg4njO76Z0khcH0f9Wlyx0k/s1600/July2010+050.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498729681202322050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjPMrucrYIVtEQ7JFbYxTNtOmETjO0IXk0mrjyqLBiB2Ot3jObx9QndjKmiy7jE05UgVQEPhiq0ObX851fS5ku30Feaj6V_A2Uczvpsef-uHL5kvmoxgMv_mg4njO76Z0khcH0f9Wlyx0k/s320/July2010+050.jpg" border="0" /></a>Jon had class on his birthday, so we celebrated the day before. We took dinner and cake down to another of his sisters' house and spent the evening with them.</div><div></div><div>I wish I had taken more pictures. Unfortunately this starts my 2 week hiatus from the camera...<br /><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498728912621522258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC2XNcMoaYxdRzEnNQDTY1EXjXB2EJ_DXHx2uU4Rabph8kfPR6pRaa7-qNbOboqPdqXwFxhi_xi93K4_nPXWEY8x0I7zSwdQPoHqE5bmtpZCvJnfHznIOa00zhNrN-QNURE9c6lXMG5yi-/s320/July2010+056.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Taelyn</span> wasn't too sure about getting close to Spike for a picture.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498728918260133570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMDIyxrsCtCmjf7aTi7bEDfEJrE0SJE616N2E7Vmq0VbW0Re7TPCrINcHZtof-8aS0-FrqmSA7wwxlo7Lh-RRrIlyzgXbHn2RplvK8IexbaSbV0LhXyLvzqpCPKpu0PUJ8RW6RbvhCZExf/s320/July2010+057.jpg" border="0" />While there she also learned to pedal a bike. She was so proud of herself.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498728924401861810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyI5P5BRtmCz7XrzF_SiqJ0JsboPT-Xsz9knMVJoWzj9IkuO4fgVGNDt_b5gNseyb5-30_x7XkWjRN9X6MXEKuQBrujWU3GhlxoXhpKBjvSJn-sVEXDXTeSTCXr7stVAkpipJ7Yg8SG6mb/s320/July2010+061.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498728930255161922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw6pmGUVTT8GabQBgkWvQ85hj3fwdUK8CR5gXwTYQ8gOPOECecdFlhAUCJmx0GLW_F77OHPKsyFb8WHvXdnKl-4Qzj0rXs7H1FrVpKSCb9DbfSeH5-RPpcMfV-J4zLQHvqgwFRScqITZVC/s320/July2010+063.jpg" border="0" />I'm including this picture because I'm so proud of those braids. It took a half an hour, but lasted for 3 days and I let it go wavy the 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">th</span>. Good time investment, I think.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498728935553578530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXuReuCXe1MBXIfceS9oU_oW5ZHqA8IE9xp047VlX8SpsbyQk2d-kzH5E-yQrjaJWsg24ASiRAsW3pcqAwlj12jy9tVVmlL_HAOznx2LAH8Hi5rZlErG5mQxL48I04CmpB93rXXkUbnSOV/s320/July2010+062.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Tamaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479355641182408538noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848280179265368881.post-83385783398175078362010-07-26T17:25:00.000-06:002010-07-26T17:25:00.110-06:00Random Pictures from JuneI'm never going to catch up if I don't do a massive card dump. Sorry!<br /><br />This is the first and only time I have been able to talk Tae into licking the beaters. I had to lie and tell her it was just like a sucker. She liked it, so I think she'll forgive me.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8RC7sq-pRHlZkj1jiEsUoHErhDW6KMCSpM5YucleftPARDMOUOh5rCuArVWuWruf9MyMZ1ys_L8SlaEqer_tnaqptWRT9M8n6W3HgpySrcqHxaadXooJ90shnn1w6aWRCenBjR9R32pG3/s1600/22June2010+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485711206821312818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8RC7sq-pRHlZkj1jiEsUoHErhDW6KMCSpM5YucleftPARDMOUOh5rCuArVWuWruf9MyMZ1ys_L8SlaEqer_tnaqptWRT9M8n6W3HgpySrcqHxaadXooJ90shnn1w6aWRCenBjR9R32pG3/s320/22June2010+005.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaZy3VdMiJznfZakOpiCC7lbV5wr5a5Wf68m_OrKIFhiM91Kq2pY1bf69Pyn9KnneGksgroUbqGQs_A8aCtU658D4lydFGN9yoXGgY3LRlqIiy4bekrOUELnFtGmk0PnidUbZHcgbLXLz5/s1600/22June2010+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485711107397368306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaZy3VdMiJznfZakOpiCC7lbV5wr5a5Wf68m_OrKIFhiM91Kq2pY1bf69Pyn9KnneGksgroUbqGQs_A8aCtU658D4lydFGN9yoXGgY3LRlqIiy4bekrOUELnFtGmk0PnidUbZHcgbLXLz5/s320/22June2010+007.jpg" border="0" /></a>Can you tell that this little girl has a mother who plays the violin? She tried to play Taryn's guitar like this too. <div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLR9XhpCCYrnOdEFmX58V3tCrYwL_iztEyiwxEVYyLGjN8hdhpKuKfwMceEfpFLS_8N_-dOQUiNbXl2kQr_sjUFCnRSNbGTaeqgjFcJflcfhdOFL9UTMNRH24sSLnX9caBx7foCI1U0sWw/s1600/22June2010+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485710974875441346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLR9XhpCCYrnOdEFmX58V3tCrYwL_iztEyiwxEVYyLGjN8hdhpKuKfwMceEfpFLS_8N_-dOQUiNbXl2kQr_sjUFCnRSNbGTaeqgjFcJflcfhdOFL9UTMNRH24sSLnX9caBx7foCI1U0sWw/s320/22June2010+009.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTTtL_lBDljRgARREdA69nKwu28E-zOfV44VEWvFF6y3KtPDoMigcjW7WQNXZXLYPH29QS3zuV_xg-tFjaMeT5MI7Xr9hij_mHW2X4PmB3lZI9OdACBRvkUydetuK6TjAv6BCwY3lhnoi6/s1600/22June2010+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485710965750065058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTTtL_lBDljRgARREdA69nKwu28E-zOfV44VEWvFF6y3KtPDoMigcjW7WQNXZXLYPH29QS3zuV_xg-tFjaMeT5MI7Xr9hij_mHW2X4PmB3lZI9OdACBRvkUydetuK6TjAv6BCwY3lhnoi6/s320/22June2010+011.jpg" border="0" /></a>She loves dandelions, but only after they go to seed. For some reason, she calls yellow dandelions by the correct name, but once they look like this they are called 'dinosaurs'. Don't ask me. She even knows what real dinosaurs look like.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi42V3xGW1UeTUbvcvqAdx3ab-BRC7m-Sq_9vX2K0WHICipwfuy111Q94eNXa2RtajDWFCH_jtngbZEYNEqGpnU2D-2KE0I4QRYBxFo3Lsg0q-yF-GuHCJH3J1w5QUbHlPMIKoM7W2mmQKT/s1600/22June2010+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485710637942690754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi42V3xGW1UeTUbvcvqAdx3ab-BRC7m-Sq_9vX2K0WHICipwfuy111Q94eNXa2RtajDWFCH_jtngbZEYNEqGpnU2D-2KE0I4QRYBxFo3Lsg0q-yF-GuHCJH3J1w5QUbHlPMIKoM7W2mmQKT/s320/22June2010+014.jpg" border="0" /></a>On one of our trips home we helped my parents move the cows. She only rode with Grandma for 5 minutes before she decided she preferred being on the 4-wheeler with me.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-IEBqAq5vZK9L31LJ_Qs64q4HnLE7gstrl0I_jCYrGBVnfp9a6SksmmgGc0kzpeUAbskAJxJpYJOkTSx-f710-KvrFNXX8g3MXOPI1Ab4dKu3JyI5ZCgzo0gQk7_CiULB_BKQRe5FKKDV/s1600/22June2010+020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485710629613913602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-IEBqAq5vZK9L31LJ_Qs64q4HnLE7gstrl0I_jCYrGBVnfp9a6SksmmgGc0kzpeUAbskAJxJpYJOkTSx-f710-KvrFNXX8g3MXOPI1Ab4dKu3JyI5ZCgzo0gQk7_CiULB_BKQRe5FKKDV/s320/22June2010+020.jpg" border="0" /></a>And here is just a sample of how much like her daddy she is. She loved 'helping'. She slowed Jon down a little, but I know he enjoyed it just as much as she did.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxzuNrThlwS7NrdjRD2mF0FBnCJulkgxSI0w2d0_3k8mtZeP7h3K6nOjDkeYDZBvdshJLG-BpD2GVRNoW19p2kweIBxMbsl6wvVeRKeQHIXoGvSYOLFnbZV6sQSR-5QNSWxe18OSMF9P_2/s1600/22June2010+023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485710468657959234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxzuNrThlwS7NrdjRD2mF0FBnCJulkgxSI0w2d0_3k8mtZeP7h3K6nOjDkeYDZBvdshJLG-BpD2GVRNoW19p2kweIBxMbsl6wvVeRKeQHIXoGvSYOLFnbZV6sQSR-5QNSWxe18OSMF9P_2/s320/22June2010+023.jpg" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485710462044040354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyHgddznGLxVtfiFa72znmTolB-6sODmFPvGAK1uwsBnbPlFrNM1Mr_cnfj0oMuWebAtnati6ESmx6jCnH4FfDHfhaj_wbP3V5QRDBRhMQih-TF3e-P2cedoOf3G3Qp0qHnQbLlLFZCBCz/s320/22June2010+025.jpg" border="0" /> <div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTS95zo4_bWMM2h7XvkF-opAroeBustpQU0SPk6AQZt8oEjmYKK6p6n10epw4WP0QJQuqqzrEv15jaZ7FsiRdV5UKq398m_aOHtXRheFacJ0KC2T41e-plxuEi5Nd3FGEG7D3EnM8BqFzt/s1600/22June2010+041.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485709941055721170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTS95zo4_bWMM2h7XvkF-opAroeBustpQU0SPk6AQZt8oEjmYKK6p6n10epw4WP0QJQuqqzrEv15jaZ7FsiRdV5UKq398m_aOHtXRheFacJ0KC2T41e-plxuEi5Nd3FGEG7D3EnM8BqFzt/s320/22June2010+041.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485709932209095442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyWl5AvLlsPytu18oBjrQH328r4C_RBJykh7mYdNqr6xQm2v1TeFJLtteD3M85eit25Az3viAfnOhkdN5Wul-C8S1NQpwDCSMAijr47NjBSfmlwxyjYRURFBhJtWj9U7PNLAjAmLr9a0d_/s320/22June2010+038.jpg" border="0" /> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7HVUcvlJAoyNU12a4Gh2bkssdsTr-gAZGvJDqDOQ9s-GKM_6z4EQ0DFBgFzJsA1-xfHMQgzPmmRXRJdGAC2hgX-p8WLjbpkU51ag6e2oJpetKgXw1cXQKW9rYPp2cXSwlpyyT52X5l_gC/s1600/22June2010+037.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485709925928354306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7HVUcvlJAoyNU12a4Gh2bkssdsTr-gAZGvJDqDOQ9s-GKM_6z4EQ0DFBgFzJsA1-xfHMQgzPmmRXRJdGAC2hgX-p8WLjbpkU51ag6e2oJpetKgXw1cXQKW9rYPp2cXSwlpyyT52X5l_gC/s320/22June2010+037.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP6erCBnt_ShmAOG0sgUcebW6BImsoXlEFBd1b30iQunIP0vAc41LMEEqzPv-KKZ8E1n1kyTDFQfN2R_NuMRHWi7KDxmCI0Cu1zybXekI90QG4Cx6L2wgauAv6OKU5hNk4EcHeUVziwIZ6/s1600/22June2010+033.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485709916560605714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP6erCBnt_ShmAOG0sgUcebW6BImsoXlEFBd1b30iQunIP0vAc41LMEEqzPv-KKZ8E1n1kyTDFQfN2R_NuMRHWi7KDxmCI0Cu1zybXekI90QG4Cx6L2wgauAv6OKU5hNk4EcHeUVziwIZ6/s320/22June2010+033.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuhLQwScv8Cipf6TK6KtvGZ86-YthgAsAqzx0jUwrBcX7NO4lfqv8BwrHKtK3DYf4Dhyqe0-DXAiP8L861TK5_6fE8kYmgDaXKWEV3bzqA4vpmc7Ncrok9XnYX6BW0y-0f-InZBzanETUc/s1600/22June2010+042.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485704603570161506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuhLQwScv8Cipf6TK6KtvGZ86-YthgAsAqzx0jUwrBcX7NO4lfqv8BwrHKtK3DYf4Dhyqe0-DXAiP8L861TK5_6fE8kYmgDaXKWEV3bzqA4vpmc7Ncrok9XnYX6BW0y-0f-InZBzanETUc/s320/22June2010+042.jpg" border="0" /></a>Colton lived with us for a couple weeks while he was working in SLC and Shay was finishing up school in Cedar. Colton was trying to figure out how to get into the coconut and Tae insisted on helping. I tried to pick her some cool looking implements-of-destruction that could do no harm. She seemed content.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485704634167110610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6UVSzFuLFLK4EybbQV3GgyLnSo64z9SY0xSou18eSgDucIMQM6_tleSjTHNDlwjb0qFXfksR0TyPSH8sAEUbqyLR5wfXFwzepe1s95JmzOQXr44K5ouSiVDRfls1-On_0NSsZ5yc53sI6/s320/22June2010+050.jpg" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhCWo_9376g9AHJcKjTqIMAhhwn_-7T654ixuyYVwumSGpuRnKaAvacDYL3eij1Z8WYL2Yw12kC3mQL2U54rGKhWkuLSOvE77EQzm4LmfHxtLv5ufH0ALGAxZJBK9fmma2BGfUZDQ5-mhK/s1600/22June2010+049.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485704630013105922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhCWo_9376g9AHJcKjTqIMAhhwn_-7T654ixuyYVwumSGpuRnKaAvacDYL3eij1Z8WYL2Yw12kC3mQL2U54rGKhWkuLSOvE77EQzm4LmfHxtLv5ufH0ALGAxZJBK9fmma2BGfUZDQ5-mhK/s320/22June2010+049.jpg" border="0" /></a>She might not forgive me for posting these, but I couldn't resist! She used to like to drink out of Jon's hand after brushing her teeth, but this is her new favorite method. I walked in on her like this and couldn't help but laugh.<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX8NvEz_9S6z86Iw4Yji8uWrFcsE14kPhwpG5AfqEZRAOkcHgZgtHO16H1jOBeWA62aefAhBE2oakA4J5vCvUySHpQI23xSYvHpUfO40zes8s4NYxtm47kTzQKZ9giXQoQrUvJgQB2PHXa/s1600/22June2010+043.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485704618902573906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX8NvEz_9S6z86Iw4Yji8uWrFcsE14kPhwpG5AfqEZRAOkcHgZgtHO16H1jOBeWA62aefAhBE2oakA4J5vCvUySHpQI23xSYvHpUfO40zes8s4NYxtm47kTzQKZ9giXQoQrUvJgQB2PHXa/s320/22June2010+043.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0NDXgdtviDbY7UH9XGRuS1LjZqeP-sbhN2BdA8WTyv1p0CBfkjnNhk2bEU13f06XCekh9Qq57Pwp-mXVly6qoxgMWl7SnasDVRwpKjLMjIwLyzqosTFr3eeZYy0az87qSuafboh_44-0P/s1600/22June2010+045.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485704608328764482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0NDXgdtviDbY7UH9XGRuS1LjZqeP-sbhN2BdA8WTyv1p0CBfkjnNhk2bEU13f06XCekh9Qq57Pwp-mXVly6qoxgMWl7SnasDVRwpKjLMjIwLyzqosTFr3eeZYy0az87qSuafboh_44-0P/s320/22June2010+045.jpg" border="0" /></a>And finally, once she figured out what gardening was, we couldn't talk her into letting Daddy plant the flowers on his own.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFNraoKjJepiZBvuaJyXrMy5_TxAEOhADmTAw-XAuL6_0-O9-738AplFQ_xYgxuF7auh_eS70lH52x_vrCQ8pIzi1vIxDjrlhBIyWAH12l0s0w1IBjN_dqM4Ucfj8WfiJbeYf-QZRX-4cY/s1600/22June2010+055.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485703526093902386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFNraoKjJepiZBvuaJyXrMy5_TxAEOhADmTAw-XAuL6_0-O9-738AplFQ_xYgxuF7auh_eS70lH52x_vrCQ8pIzi1vIxDjrlhBIyWAH12l0s0w1IBjN_dqM4Ucfj8WfiJbeYf-QZRX-4cY/s320/22June2010+055.jpg" border="0" /></a> (not so friendly a tool...I should have given her the potato masher!)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWupwhU4sLR4mNVNAKxHB5rawGtamE7YCmr7ZrGWfnHdRQpOEpddoAm4NaJLnkHV_6OSX3IsZweDsPhMm_yv1qy2xjdeS3Yin3t4b3SL864-piImtvk8yC6zWwRPd1uDONNsUsuR0bD4NP/s1600/22June2010+057.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485703519848525426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWupwhU4sLR4mNVNAKxHB5rawGtamE7YCmr7ZrGWfnHdRQpOEpddoAm4NaJLnkHV_6OSX3IsZweDsPhMm_yv1qy2xjdeS3Yin3t4b3SL864-piImtvk8yC6zWwRPd1uDONNsUsuR0bD4NP/s320/22June2010+057.jpg" border="0" /></a>For some reason she likes putting her feet between the posts on our porch. Because I'm so kind, I took pictures of her instead of helping her free herself.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_e7MYenOrgLFAq_N0cN3xX5_DYCJ6i6wANKhrdMZxQ9rRk9Yb3H6FH-CxxpyVfvBjBkAMGKaaONS8rigsqpeCgvBEBcqk_anhmLgQhJXdWH2vXsp07OQ-fekyIpb74lCRdmLmIakAa8Dw/s1600/22June2010+077.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485703509618716130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_e7MYenOrgLFAq_N0cN3xX5_DYCJ6i6wANKhrdMZxQ9rRk9Yb3H6FH-CxxpyVfvBjBkAMGKaaONS8rigsqpeCgvBEBcqk_anhmLgQhJXdWH2vXsp07OQ-fekyIpb74lCRdmLmIakAa8Dw/s320/22June2010+077.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUh6tJK7EKoPmg2FindDWkYi3dBht6wyMgwY_Fl68EE3QuFv2i757y5pL-TExhJl3EhoDsUB7XCAyz13KgNj4WV3YzhHQUcfXQHH27-uJuS34eU6_RSaOapXBiUROkzmxPqdSjj2rJQ43Y/s1600/22June2010+075.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485703501866721250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUh6tJK7EKoPmg2FindDWkYi3dBht6wyMgwY_Fl68EE3QuFv2i757y5pL-TExhJl3EhoDsUB7XCAyz13KgNj4WV3YzhHQUcfXQHH27-uJuS34eU6_RSaOapXBiUROkzmxPqdSjj2rJQ43Y/s320/22June2010+075.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>I'll post pictures from July tomorrow. Until then, I'll feel like I've at least accomplished something on this long-neglected but not-so-forgotten blog.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Tamaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479355641182408538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848280179265368881.post-85054334029822583192010-06-22T12:32:00.003-06:002010-06-22T14:26:26.566-06:00Taelyn's Birthday<span style="font-size:85%;">Taelyn's birthday was over a month and a half ago. I never did post pictures. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Because we opted to get her a larger gift this year, we decided to keep the festivising small. Colton and Shay went with us to dinner. We went to the Mayan (which Tae calls 'Boys-Jump-Water' for obvious reasons). I was glad they happened to be up when we were going so they could join us. It helped to make it more special for Tae. She loves Coco-Shay.</span><span style="font-size:78%;"> I wish I would have taken more pictures at dinner!</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcD4M5QkZNUKnTg7E-7KjMnDKdKWUe5PleO07qcCJEMLjBLsXisSvwxqZaExBWBwHGvyNxPcM0KbgQzRfISMoZc2uNi0ci4CRXIfq_xzmMxvs3axxQKiM3hrhbwsXRhKMe-ZxhKwPmDwd2/s1600/May+7+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483816643477315346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcD4M5QkZNUKnTg7E-7KjMnDKdKWUe5PleO07qcCJEMLjBLsXisSvwxqZaExBWBwHGvyNxPcM0KbgQzRfISMoZc2uNi0ci4CRXIfq_xzmMxvs3axxQKiM3hrhbwsXRhKMe-ZxhKwPmDwd2/s320/May+7+008.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">This is her 'Big Toy'. She has spent countless hours on (and under) it. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgc3nTAYdIfzSb_B1W3tZe87GE1ECtqvppezoDmuSTPSSi-JaDpliA_zA8-KXo1qoiMX3Vjs9OSe8xrLNxqIU_Hvwzu8-PnnMveeGZI-jkZhPwxDuFoA7TRNT1AZ-vtOzkxxJ4kSIOxt66/s1600/May+7+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483814101103804594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgc3nTAYdIfzSb_B1W3tZe87GE1ECtqvppezoDmuSTPSSi-JaDpliA_zA8-KXo1qoiMX3Vjs9OSe8xrLNxqIU_Hvwzu8-PnnMveeGZI-jkZhPwxDuFoA7TRNT1AZ-vtOzkxxJ4kSIOxt66/s320/May+7+011.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivZISeNalFv6RKA35bZu3HTXQSmIspQK5T3jPoRuk94DAIgqhM7H2x0gtQbjJQqBaPQe-oAl-X1B6ns47OJMJXEMBYHx7FLilsazqbL7tbQZZvfFM36qWPB1YFLPE_F1NWds7JOJM1HMXi/s1600/May+7+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483814107778238194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivZISeNalFv6RKA35bZu3HTXQSmIspQK5T3jPoRuk94DAIgqhM7H2x0gtQbjJQqBaPQe-oAl-X1B6ns47OJMJXEMBYHx7FLilsazqbL7tbQZZvfFM36qWPB1YFLPE_F1NWds7JOJM1HMXi/s320/May+7+015.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnVaad1BkbO5viSyM6PwZO9SSBiK-Ud0mfY4krmke-O-MhH4LXdxlcyc8JuH_d6lHQCvDgVZC1cx1ZzwScFdbB1Oed6UF52Zw6UobYRUCQyUR636dOUSsx0A0otiVrfuHfFXDP3p4glGRA/s1600/May+7+035.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483814112354444930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnVaad1BkbO5viSyM6PwZO9SSBiK-Ud0mfY4krmke-O-MhH4LXdxlcyc8JuH_d6lHQCvDgVZC1cx1ZzwScFdbB1Oed6UF52Zw6UobYRUCQyUR636dOUSsx0A0otiVrfuHfFXDP3p4glGRA/s320/May+7+035.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;">Best KSL Classifieds find ever and I'm still shocked that I was the first one to call on it.</span><br />We picked it up the night before her birthday. I told Jon that we could wait until the next day to set it up. He was insistent that we could do it. We started when it was still light out. Funny how hard something like this is to put together when you don't have instructions, don't know what it is supposed to look like when you are finished, and have a two year old trying to climb on the pieces while you're trying to figure it all out. It was well after dark when we finished. Quite the little adventure.<br /><br />We also got her some princess shoes and princess sandals for her birthday. I don't think they are that cute, but I've finally decided it is much easier if she likes what she is wearing than if I like it. These shoes have hearts, princesses, sparkles and lights-she thinks they are the most awesome thing ever. <span style="font-size:78%;">I had a few videos of her stomping around and checking out the lights, but I'm having problems getting them to load.</span>Tamaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479355641182408538noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848280179265368881.post-28846472782697004662010-06-17T12:05:00.002-06:002010-06-17T12:18:15.137-06:00Show-N-TellThey do Show-N-Tell at the daycare. I've been really lazy with it, because she's two-and why put effort into something she just doesn't get yet. Right?<br /><br />Two weeks ago we were starting to put Tae to bed. We were sitting on the floor and singing Old MacDonald's Farm (a new favorite). When we stopped singing, she meticulously arranged her feet so that she was sitting cross-legged. I didn't think much of it until she started to clap her hands and hit her knees and say something very rhythmically that I couldn't understand. I asked Jon what she was doing and he had no idea either. She continued for a few minutes before I finally got it.<br /><br />Her chanting was "show-and-tell-it" repeated over and over. I laughed and wondered if it was just a song to her. I crossed my legs and joined in. When she stopped, I stopped. Then she said "momma turn". I struggled to keep a strait face, showed her my empty hands and told her that momma didn't have anything to shown-n-tell.<br /><br />Her eyes lit up and she pointed at me. In one of her most excited voices she exclaimed "New shirt!"<br /><br />I lost it. I haven't laughed that hard in a while.<br /><br />Can I just say how much I love this phase? I love the interaction. I love the learning. And I love the funny things that come out of her mouth. I am amazed daily at the things that they pick up. She is definitely in the sponge phase, and I love every second! <span style="font-size:78%;">[Well, OK, almost every second. There have been a few times that I said something I probably shouldn't have that made me cringe when I heard it repeated back!]</span>Tamaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479355641182408538noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848280179265368881.post-59589222756231231532010-06-17T12:00:00.000-06:002010-06-17T12:31:36.197-06:00BeautyI have been attending a class called Just Health. It is an interesting approach that looks at seven aspects of health, of which physical is just one. Yesterday's class covered the influence of media on body image. It was quite interesting and I left the class feeling like I had a lot to think about. I just wanted to share this video we watched.<br /><br /><br /><br /><object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/iYhCn0jf46U/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iYhCn0jf46U&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iYhCn0jf46U&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">If the video doesn't work, it can be watched </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYhCn0jf46U"><span style="font-size:85%;">here</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;">.</span>Tamaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479355641182408538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848280179265368881.post-56727480357321898412010-06-15T10:07:00.004-06:002010-06-15T10:49:45.294-06:00Tender MerciesInitially the whole experience left me feeling like I have faced one thing after another with this pregnancy. A little change in perspectives was good. We have been so blessed that every 'issue' has been small. This weekend was no different.<br /><ul><li>It was a tender mercy that we were in Roosevelt when we had to go to the ER late Saturday night. Taelyn was already asleep and we were able to leave her with Grandma Sherrie.</li><li>The ultrasound technician who was checking on my kidney also checked on the baby. She was so nice. When she asked if there were any problems with the pregnancy I told her about needing to go back in in July to check on the placenta. She checked it for me and printed out a report for me to take to my midwife clinic. She laughed and said there was no reason to pay for another ultrasound if we were already there.</li><li>It was a tender mercy that we were still in Roosevelt when we decided I needed to go back to the ER. We were able to leave Taelyn with my parents and make the mad dash trip to Salt Lake.</li><li>As silly as it sounds, it was a tender mercy that I <em>look</em> pregnant. When I walked into the ER at our hospital, they met me half way to the check-in desk with a wheelchair. Apparently pregnant women who look like they are in intense pain don't have to spend any time in the waiting room.</li><li>Because I called the midwife before we left Roosevelt, she was able to check on what would get me help fastest: going to Labor & Delivery or going to the ER. When I got there they had been expecting me and had a nurse from Labor & Delivery there to check on the baby.</li><li>It was a tender mercy that I couldn't hold anything down on Sunday morning/afternoon because it kept me from eating. When we got to Salt Lake, they were able to take me in for surgery because I hadn't eaten for 24 hours. [Unfortunately it also made it so that I was dehydrated. Apparently my vein collapsed during the surgery and they had a hard time finding another location. I can count at least 10 needle insertion points on my arms, which are now bruised, swollen and very tender.]</li><li>It was a tender mercy that we were in surgery late Sunday night because I had a whole recovery area to myself. They allowed Jon to come in because we were the only ones there. He was able to hear the baby's heart beat the second time they checked it after the surgery.</li><li>It was a tender mercy that I felt well enough after the surgery that they let me go home after two hours.</li><li>Every time I feel Baby Brayden move is a tender mercy. I have been so worried about him with all of the meds I've taken for pain. Even though they told me that everything they gave me wouldn't harm the baby, I was worried about him being overly affected by the morphine, percocet, lortab and the other crazy drugs they gave me through the IV.</li></ul><p>I'm so grateful for the wonderful people that came in on-call Sunday night. They all talked to me while I was in the hall before going into surgery. Even Courtney introduced himself and let me know that he was there to make sure all the equipment worked properly so if I saw him running around, there was nothing to worry about. They answered all my questions and reassured me that they were going to do everything they could to protect the baby.</p><p>Most of all, I'm grateful for Jon. He stayed in bed with me after getting back from the ER the first night even though I didn't sleep and spent most of the night trying to find a position that didn't hurt, crying, or making some other crazy pain related noise. He would ask me what he could do even though he'd heard me tell him a million times that he couldn't do anything. He joked back when I told him to not even think about touching me because it hurt. He was so patient even though he was only running on a few hours of sleep. He put up with my still telling him how to drive when I was half asleep and half drugged up--and really didn't know what was going on. When we finally got back to our home after everything was over, he insisted on taking care of me before doing anything for himself. My favorite was when he struggled to fall asleep because Taelyn's bed was empty. Once he had me taken care of, his thoughts and concerns turned to her. He is such a good husband and father.</p><p>I'm grateful for the change in perspective that has helped me to see the good in this ordeal. I'm grateful everything went as it did and we were able to get everything taken care of. Now I'm hoping I can keep this perspective even if something else does come up!</p>Tamaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479355641182408538noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848280179265368881.post-54003774472268431532010-06-11T09:29:00.002-06:002010-06-11T09:49:16.203-06:00And We Are Having...A BOY!<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I posted on FB right when we found out...but still haven't taken time to get info on here.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The ultrasound was good. It was nice to see him (well, as much as you can 'see' on an ultrasound). I definitely felt like I could 'see' more on the ultrasound with Tae. He looks healthy. I have to go back in for another ultrasound in July to check on one concern they had about the placenta being low. The doctor thinks it will correct itself, but wanted to be on the safe side. I'm hoping that the baby being a little bigger will help me to be able to see more next time.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I've forgotten how much I love to feel the baby move. I'm remembering that there <em>are</em> some things about pregnancy that I love. It really is an amazing process.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">As for names, we really want to use Gary for the middle name (because how could we not when it covers both of our fathers). We have struggled to find a first name that we can agree on. Right now we are leaning toward Brayden Gary. We don't absolutely love it, but neither of us has strong objections to it. As we were discussing names, we would occasionally run some by Taelyn. She has started calling him Baby Brayden, so I guess that has become our deciding factor. Occasionally she calls him Brayden Gary, and it makes my heart melt. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I don't know how much Taelyn understands, but it is probably more than I give her credit for. She loves to rub my belly and talk to him. She still thinks she has a baby in her belly too, but knows that Baby Brayden is in my belly. I think she will be such a great big sister. We are so excited for him to be part of our family.</span>Tamaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479355641182408538noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848280179265368881.post-71353053908266521602010-05-20T17:00:00.002-06:002010-05-20T17:05:35.253-06:00Pregnancy DetailsWe are due October 20th and are now at 18 weeks. We go in for an ultrasound next week and have been counting down. I really want to know what we are having so that we can start trying to make it a little more real for Tae (who is convinced we both have babies in our bellies). And I want to decorate-but need to know if I can keep it all pink or if we need to add some other colors. When anyone asks what I want, my response is ‘a baby’. We really have no preference. We’ve just been praying for a healthy baby.<br /><br />I’m surprised at how baby hungry I got before getting pregnant. I’m so grateful for that; otherwise, I don’t think I would have been able to get over my fears and jump again. Really, I was the holdup on adding to our family. Jon was ready for another one the day we brought Taelyn home.<br /><br />I’ve been asked a lot how this pregnancy is different than the first and if it was harder or easier. I honestly don’t know. I don’t remember a lot from the first time around…which is totally why I’m pregnant again. I haven’t been nauseous, but have been dealing with morning sickness. Yes…still. Every. Single. Morning. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve gotten sick later in the day. Seriously, mornings are easy: I’m at home, proper facilities are very accessible, and I haven’t eaten anything yet. I do remember getting sick – at all times of the day – the whole pregnancy – in every location imaginable – the first time around. Really, mornings are easy.<br /><br />I think I'm far more exhausted this time around. Jon says I was more tired the first time around. Who knows. ‘Baking’ a baby is terribly exhausting work! I’m sure having a toddler to chase adds to the exhaustion. The first time around was nice because I could go home after work and crash for as long as was needed. I’ve learned I can’t do that now. I wind up with a little hand (two of the cutest hands in the world – might I add) on each cheek, her nose an inch from mine, with her loudly telling me “MOMMA. WAKE. UP.”<br /><br />We've had a few bumps along the way. During the first prenatal exam, the midwife found a couple lumps in my breasts. Because of being pregnant, they couldn't do a mammogram. It was an emotional few days before we had the ultrasound and found out that everything is fine. About a week later we found out that I have anti-antibody issues, which can cause hemolytic disease of the newborn (a condition in which antibodies in a pregnant woman's blood cross the placenta and destroy her baby's red blood cells). For now I go in every 4 weeks to have the anti-antibody levels checked. I’ll have to go in more often as I get farther along. As long as I stay below 1:16, whatever that means, we are fine. If not, I have to be referred to the Maternal and Fetal Medicine clinic. If I understand everything correctly, if that happens I have two options: deliver early (if I’m far enough along), or blood transfusion into the umbilical chord. Because of the way I am, I want to know what my levels are. Apparently that isn’t how the blood tests work. It only lets me know if I’m still in the safe range…or not.<br /><br /> I think I’m more excited about the ultrasound next week because of the anti-antibody issue. I just want to know that everything looks good and the baby looks healthy.Tamaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479355641182408538noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848280179265368881.post-19915097250022256472010-05-14T15:15:00.002-06:002010-05-14T16:50:36.797-06:00Happy AnniversaryIt has been Five wonderful years for Tamaran and I.<br />Here is Jon's short recap, for those who are unfamiliar with<br />the whirlwind romance of Jon and Tamaran.<br /><br />It goes a little like this:<br />A little over five and a half years ago....<br />T and J met at the institute in roosevelt. As Jon tries to make a hasty retreat from the building aunt Ann yells out the door " don't leave there is someone I want you to meet".<br />Jon reluctantly comes back inside. Aunt Ann yells to T across the activity room " there is someone I want you to meet" . Rather sheepishly J and T cross the room... " so" J says to T "you just got off your mission huh? where did you serve?" T replies "North Carolina where did you serve?" "Alabama" says J. well it was nice to meet you.....see you later they say to each other.<br />It was a less than dramatic first encounter. It got better from there. A short time later ( I think a month or so) T asked J to go on a group date ( there was no group, just one other couple I think we call that a double date...tricky tricky). J says yes. They go ice skating J wears his ugly wool sweater that is to big for him ( it's very warm). T has second thoughts about asking J out. J informs T that he is working in a bicycle shop, has next to no college, is approaching twenty seven and living at home. T informs J she is nearly finished with a degree in engineering. T has third thoughts about asking J out. They have fun ice skating. J doesn't really expect to see T again. J teaches a sunday school class. J calls on T who wasn't paying attention. J emabarasses T. T stops J after class to talk. T pauses for breath in conversation. J thinks T is done talking and walks off. ( J struggles with social etiquette ). T has hurt feelings. One week goes by T calls J and bravely asks J on another date. J says yes. T says she will be in roosevelt and askes if Friday or Saturday would be better. J says both. J tells T " I will take you out since you took me out last time...my car is broke can you drive?" T bravely says yes again. J and T go to the movie and dinner. They go out again the next night. Sunday comes J is thinking alot about T. T is thinking alot about J. They go for a drive. J thinks " wow T is pretty incredible" J boldly tells T "I think we should date"..(paraphrased) T..."uh alright". (paraphrased) they talk every night for a week. Sunday comes again J meets T's parents officialy at the institute. T is in SLC. J and T talk sunday night. J thinks " I can't wait to ask her to marry me" he tells T he will be out on monday to spend some time with her. J pops the question. ( it was really awkward, remember the bit about social etiquett?). T Very Very bravely says...Yes. ( there's more to this story perhaps not to be blogged about ).<br />Five years, alot of tears, a whole lot of laughter, a good bit of compromise, two cars, three residence, and 1.5 children later...what a ride. I look forward to an eternity and five years.<br /><br />I love you Tamaran.<br /><br />HAPPY ANNIVERSARYTamaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10479355641182408538noreply@blogger.com6