tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45278784360917205092024-03-12T20:40:02.930-07:00Jeff and ChelJust a little bit about our lives from here on out...chelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04918850892204418183noreply@blogger.comBlogger136125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527878436091720509.post-82881758536983269482011-06-23T12:38:00.000-07:002011-06-23T12:49:27.624-07:00Cannonball!Gage learned to cannonball in the bath the other day. He thinks he is pretty funny. Sorry for the immodesty. They are in the bath!<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzlt5LQBi4MMxQIePMOdzW5YWe8qx04Avbb8tI0VtsTvtddEQyf4v4xhsiEXGnMG6xr7pAzaPx1XtcyztlZyA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>chelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04918850892204418183noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527878436091720509.post-32954002913281798462011-01-18T16:45:00.000-08:002011-01-18T17:02:45.316-08:00WOW...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TTY23uOBNSI/AAAAAAAAAzA/oorysD6LgxE/s1600/sad%2Bgage-3.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Wow...it's been awhile. Expect some catching up with some post dating. Remember, I am one of those <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">weirdos</span> that use this as a journal. We've had the basics: Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years. Plus all the extras: getting sick, vacations, getting sick, moving, getting sick, birthdays.<div>Now that Gage has a cousin his age around all the time, they get into more trouble then ever. They also have lots of fun. This was on Sunday. Gage was having fun. Getting pictures taken by his auntie Bethany. </div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TTY2mP57i3I/AAAAAAAAAy4/2pib15XMLUk/s1600/gage%2Bwith%2Bstraw.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TTY2mP57i3I/AAAAAAAAAy4/2pib15XMLUk/s400/gage%2Bwith%2Bstraw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563694420395264882" /></a>Literally 2 minutes later. After the chair Landon and Gage were pulling tipped over on them.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TTY2lgiH9RI/AAAAAAAAAyw/n8M0woFTtWE/s1600/sad%2Bgage-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TTY2lgiH9RI/AAAAAAAAAyw/n8M0woFTtWE/s400/sad%2Bgage-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563694407678948626" /></a>We tried to put ice on his forehead, but he wouldn't let us.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TTY2lL_LsDI/AAAAAAAAAyo/2KFYS-POtCQ/s1600/sad%2Bgage-4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TTY2lL_LsDI/AAAAAAAAAyo/2KFYS-POtCQ/s400/sad%2Bgage-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563694402163683378" /></a>Finally calming down. Gage really doesn't cry that easily, so when he was bawling (with the long pause after the initial cry) we knew it had to be bad. Notice the two goose eggs. One big one and the little one to the left of the big one.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TTY2kmoVOWI/AAAAAAAAAyg/YtDfSSOEELM/s1600/sad%2Bgage-5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TTY2kmoVOWI/AAAAAAAAAyg/YtDfSSOEELM/s400/sad%2Bgage-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563694392135727458" /></a>Good view of both.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TTY2kY-j3KI/AAAAAAAAAyY/uVlXCs1Uq60/s1600/sad%2Bgage-6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TTY2kY-j3KI/AAAAAAAAAyY/uVlXCs1Uq60/s400/sad%2Bgage-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563694388470865058" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TTY23uOBNSI/AAAAAAAAAzA/oorysD6LgxE/s400/sad%2Bgage-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563694720590361890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span>And once again happy. The bump finally went down but he has a scrape and bruise on his forehead. It was sad. Landon had a little bump, but Gage <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">definitely</span> got the worst of it this time around.<div><div><br /></div></div></div>chelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04918850892204418183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527878436091720509.post-17573544052374949482010-10-25T14:50:00.000-07:002010-11-04T15:04:18.464-07:00SometimesSometimes we like to play around in bed for a little while in the morning. <br />Sometimes Jeff takes pictures.<br /><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TNMt2w4flGI/AAAAAAAAAxs/o2bsNO0Iv2w/P1040094-2010-10-25-14-50.JPG" alt="P1040094-2010-10-25-14-50.JPG" width="282" height="212" /><br /><br />Sometimes it is still to hot to wear to many clothes.<br />Sometimes Gage makes messes.<br /><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TNMt3dTLZlI/AAAAAAAAAxw/sfjHAJZApuU/P1040097-2010-10-25-14-50.JPG" alt="P1040097-2010-10-25-14-50.JPG" width="282" height="212" /><br />Sometimes Gage tries to crawl away when found.<br /><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TNMt350pbKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/rjTeunKt1Bc/P1040095-2010-10-25-14-50.JPG" alt="P1040095-2010-10-25-14-50.JPG" width="282" height="212" /><br />Sometimes he tries to crawl to the camera when he spots it.<br /><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TNMt4ABoC7I/AAAAAAAAAx4/aLIGb3j4rE0/P1040098-2010-10-25-14-50.JPG" alt="P1040098-2010-10-25-14-50.JPG" width="282" height="212" /><br />Sometimes he gets distracted by something else. <br /><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TNMt4VwENyI/AAAAAAAAAx8/7vTvlCYnGPQ/P1040096-2010-10-25-14-50.JPG" alt="P1040096-2010-10-25-14-50.JPG" width="282" height="212" /><br />But that’s just sometimes.chelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04918850892204418183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527878436091720509.post-35610849338328287922010-10-24T09:24:00.000-07:002010-10-29T11:18:52.155-07:00The ZooWe went to the Phoenix Zoo on Saturday. The city has a Culture Pass that you can check out through the library. If gives you free admission to different museums and places around the valley. The zoo is always checked out, but we finally got one. Otherwise it costs $18/person. The zoo is not cool enough for us to spend $36 to go to it. We had such nice weather. It cooled down so was only about 85 degrees. And it was their Pumpkin Palooza day. So animals weren’t moving too much, but we still had fun.<br /><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TMsKy07IquI/AAAAAAAAAvg/GMo2wZnfy7U/P1040073-2010-10-24-09-24.jpg" alt="P1040073-2010-10-24-09-24.jpg" width="212" height="282" /><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TMsKzXW-2rI/AAAAAAAAAvk/hsUfRWgEQOc/P1040074-2010-10-24-09-24.jpg" alt="P1040074-2010-10-24-09-24.jpg" width="212" height="282" /><br />Gage didn’t really enjoy sitting on the lion. Even Jeff couldn’t get him to smile. He was a little tired.<br /><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TMsKz8JL_sI/AAAAAAAAAvo/yBKr25MnQJM/P1040075-2010-10-24-09-24.jpg" alt="P1040075-2010-10-24-09-24.jpg" width="212" height="282" /><br />As it was the Zoo’s Halloween Celebration, they had a little pumpkin area set up. We couldn’t resist getting some pumpkin/Halloween pictures.<br /><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TMsK0RLwLCI/AAAAAAAAAvs/QDdivQCj354/P1040076-2010-10-24-09-24.JPG" alt="P1040076-2010-10-24-09-24.JPG" width="282" height="212" /><br />This might have been Gage’s favorite part of the day. He actually got to play with something.<br /><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TMsK1C0c91I/AAAAAAAAAvw/ICigyhmpqRM/P1040080-2010-10-24-09-24.JPG" alt="P1040080-2010-10-24-09-24.JPG" width="282" height="212" /><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TMsK1-wYU0I/AAAAAAAAAv0/jNkhhAJKbVw/P1040081-2010-10-24-09-24.JPG" alt="P1040081-2010-10-24-09-24.JPG" width="282" height="212" /><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TMsK2VZzvNI/AAAAAAAAAv4/w5DdlcCLWAs/P1040083-2010-10-24-09-24.jpg" alt="P1040083-2010-10-24-09-24.jpg" width="212" height="282" /><br />Here he was mad because we wouldn’t let him chew on the pumpkins or the straw.<br /><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TMsK3MnkQBI/AAAAAAAAAv8/1LsGJ1eu_qw/P1040084-2010-10-24-09-24.jpg" alt="P1040084-2010-10-24-09-24.jpg" width="212" height="282" /><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TMsK3x3n_gI/AAAAAAAAAwA/jRPm2EPfzqc/P1040085-2010-10-24-09-24.jpg" alt="P1040085-2010-10-24-09-24.jpg" width="212" height="282" /><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TMsK4OT1L_I/AAAAAAAAAwE/KwgxJ8uypGM/1__%24%21%40%21__P1040080-2010-10-24-09-24.JPG" alt="1__%24%21%40%21__P1040080-2010-10-24-09-24.JPG" width="282" height="212" /><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TMsK4zAfqEI/AAAAAAAAAwI/q08vC8mGu4s/P1040078-2010-10-24-09-24.jpg" alt="P1040078-2010-10-24-09-24.jpg" width="212" height="282" /><br />Gage is funny. He would much rather look at all the people around, then the animals. Although the animals weren’t moving, and the people were, so I don’t know if I blame him.<br /><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TMsK5YKqcWI/AAAAAAAAAwM/3Q_ryVZi9z8/P1040087-2010-10-24-09-24.JPG" alt="P1040087-2010-10-24-09-24.JPG" width="282" height="212" /><br />This lion was posed on top of the rock. He also didn’t move, but it was a great picture. Too bad our camera is small, and kind of old, and doesn’t have much zoom.<br /><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TMsK6Ne4WdI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/5uxLlIwT_RU/P1040091-2010-10-24-09-24.JPG" alt="P1040091-2010-10-24-09-24.JPG" width="282" height="212" /><br />I guess Gage did look at some of the animals.<br /><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TMsK6tZrf2I/AAAAAAAAAwU/gTUSJ3z_00k/P1040092-2010-10-24-09-24.JPG" alt="P1040092-2010-10-24-09-24.JPG" width="282" height="212" /><br />His new trick is turning around in the stroller. You have to have him strapped in, with shoulder straps, or he turns around and says “hi.”<br /><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TMsK7YE9CjI/AAAAAAAAAwY/bdfVdSa69MQ/P1040088-2010-10-24-09-24.JPG" alt="P1040088-2010-10-24-09-24.JPG" width="282" height="212" /><br />He starts sitting down, but will stand up. Even if we are moving.<br /><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TMsK70pH_GI/AAAAAAAAAwc/5d2qM-1F6DY/P1040089-2010-10-24-09-24.JPG" alt="P1040089-2010-10-24-09-24.JPG" width="282" height="212" /><br /><br />And he has found the cup holders. I always store my keys and phone here when we go on walks. It did not take long for him to figure out that there is always something good in there.<br /><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TMsK9Q8Q8xI/AAAAAAAAAwg/i8465pDuWMs/P1040090-2010-10-24-09-24.JPG" alt="P1040090-2010-10-24-09-24.JPG" width="282" height="212" /><br />Gage gets strapped in every time now. And we enjoyed our walk around the zoo.chelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04918850892204418183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527878436091720509.post-83477404448907426072010-10-23T14:04:00.000-07:002010-10-29T12:01:54.592-07:00Go Cougars!Gage finally decided to cheer on the Cougars. <img src="webkit-fake-url://8AB8CE8E-F652-471D-AE6C-D203C71E4C58/image.tiff" /><div>He must be good luck because they finally won!<div><br /></div></div>chelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04918850892204418183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527878436091720509.post-46918468199087185412010-08-30T12:23:00.000-07:002010-08-30T12:30:31.471-07:00At least it's dead...<div>When I went to do the dishes this morning, I opened the door and this is what I found...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/THwGPj7hjYI/AAAAAAAAAuI/Jbq14i17WrU/s1600/july-august2010+284.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/THwGPj7hjYI/AAAAAAAAAuI/Jbq14i17WrU/s320/july-august2010+284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511286908407352706" /></a>Look closer and you can see a little better...<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/THwGOyhlSlI/AAAAAAAAAuA/73dT2XFEFyQ/s1600/july-august2010+282.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/THwGOyhlSlI/AAAAAAAAAuA/73dT2XFEFyQ/s320/july-august2010+282.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511286895145208402" /></a>Yep, a scorpion. Squashed by the door. Next to clean dishes. Gross. </div>chelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04918850892204418183noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527878436091720509.post-10203346601233518682010-07-12T18:03:00.000-07:002010-07-12T18:28:24.774-07:00Doctor Visit<div>We took Gage for his 6 month check up on July 9. He weighs 18 pounds (66 percentile) and is 26.5 (55 percentile) inches tall. We love our doctor, but the nurse was horrible. She seriously took about 30 seconds in between each shot that he got. He didn't cry for the first shot, he cried for the 2nd and he really was bawling by the last one. Usually the nurses get all the shots finished in about 2 seconds total. </div><div>The doctor was taking forever to come see us. So we decided to take some pictures. Gage was having fun with the paper on the exam table. As soon as we took out the camera he just stared at the camera. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TDu_J7JD9tI/AAAAAAAAAtw/TaPiSrjwqFI/s1600/june+july+051.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TDu_J7JD9tI/AAAAAAAAAtw/TaPiSrjwqFI/s320/june+july+051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493194347723880146" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TDu_JRVA4pI/AAAAAAAAAto/dQ7btlnhPCk/s1600/june+july+048.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TDu_JRVA4pI/AAAAAAAAAto/dQ7btlnhPCk/s320/june+july+048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493194336499720850" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Finally a smile.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TDu_I_L-hqI/AAAAAAAAAtg/7goZkI-xEYw/s1600/june+july+050.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TDu_I_L-hqI/AAAAAAAAAtg/7goZkI-xEYw/s320/june+july+050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493194331629979298" /></a></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TDu_IetPsKI/AAAAAAAAAtY/5JIz5GnwKYM/s1600/june+july+053.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TDu_IetPsKI/AAAAAAAAAtY/5JIz5GnwKYM/s320/june+july+053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493194322911146146" /></a>And back to the paper...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TDu_IBgy8TI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/qXVI4Kul7VE/s1600/june+july+054.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TDu_IBgy8TI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/qXVI4Kul7VE/s320/june+july+054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493194315074302258" /></a>We also took a video of him going at the paper. By the time the nurse came in there was no paper left!<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyMQ3IzAM0NdgqIITMbmNhvfBO8QtkSgrnq48PcG3KpJTqQjAolxyOmTYmIifVA9x7fNwfjoLKqRSHLYaGA_Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>chelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04918850892204418183noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527878436091720509.post-45878880222035368532010-05-31T12:24:00.000-07:002010-05-31T12:35:52.230-07:00Memorial Day Cake<div><br /></div>I've wanted to decorate a 'fancy' cake for awhile now. I decided to do it for Memorial Day. Then found out that everyone (Isaac, Caleb, Donavon, Amanda, and Amanda's family, Uncle Chris, Aunt Becky and Brandon) would be at Parker's on Sunday. So I made it a day early. More people to eat it means less for just me. It was great, it all got eaten. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TAQN9NJPo3I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/lFX_uxJ22TM/s1600/P1030025.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TAQN9NJPo3I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/lFX_uxJ22TM/s320/P1030025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477518391940981618" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TAQN8sw6UWI/AAAAAAAAAsI/r3p1eMKcv9M/s1600/P1030027.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TAQN8sw6UWI/AAAAAAAAAsI/r3p1eMKcv9M/s320/P1030027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477518383248986466" /></a>Don't look too closely. This was my first cake and my first time even touching fondant, let alone making it. Inside it was yellow cake with cheesecake filling and fresh blueberries and strawberries. It was yummy! I think it might make a better 4th of July cake!chelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04918850892204418183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527878436091720509.post-46775264996899352822010-05-30T12:36:00.000-07:002010-05-31T12:45:24.851-07:00Gage Laughing<div>This video is only six seconds long but it shows Gage laughing. He will go on like this for a couple of minutes.</div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzYxkT0EAvRwdrbcvePZ5iLTI1k_bTmofqBqwI7gl23NAqdFxBtm6UvF0L4sKd4Sjt1Cffso3fsfSmwy4WBVg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>chelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04918850892204418183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527878436091720509.post-10993943112414820352010-05-03T14:36:00.000-07:002010-06-14T14:51:25.064-07:00Gage 4 Months<div>We take pictures every month on the 3rd. Here Gage is exactly 4 months old. He weighed 15 lbs 4 oz. and was 25.5 inches long. He is such a good child and he loves smiling...even when he is tired. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TBajKufW9tI/AAAAAAAAAtI/kBxE2Kx4aSo/s1600/P1020980.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TBajKufW9tI/AAAAAAAAAtI/kBxE2Kx4aSo/s320/P1020980.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482749001043736274" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TBajKC-yNNI/AAAAAAAAAtA/OPEJVfmgGSo/s1600/P1020981.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TBajKC-yNNI/AAAAAAAAAtA/OPEJVfmgGSo/s320/P1020981.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482748989364384978" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TBajIRu5fuI/AAAAAAAAAs4/jgE0JHQwMJE/s1600/P1020984.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TBajIRu5fuI/AAAAAAAAAs4/jgE0JHQwMJE/s320/P1020984.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482748958964547298" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TBajH9vwa-I/AAAAAAAAAsw/tBhKBd5c-6U/s1600/P1020986.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TBajH9vwa-I/AAAAAAAAAsw/tBhKBd5c-6U/s320/P1020986.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482748953599437794" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TBajHdZIiSI/AAAAAAAAAso/N70LVraUaF4/s1600/P1020987.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TBajHdZIiSI/AAAAAAAAAso/N70LVraUaF4/s320/P1020987.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482748944914614562" /></a>chelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04918850892204418183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527878436091720509.post-51166647370507406492010-04-23T14:15:00.000-07:002010-06-14T14:36:10.143-07:00Gila Valley Temple Open House<div>We went to the Gila Valley Temple Open House. I picked Jeff up from school and we headed up to Central, Az. It was about a 2 1/2 hour drive. It was the deciding factor on wether I went to Utah or not. Gage was great on the drive. It was one of the last times Gage fit into his suit. It was cold and very windy. But the temple is gorgeous. Gage was so quiet the whole time we were in the temple. He would just look around and sometimes just stare off at things. He loved all the huge pictures of Jesus. After the tour we tried to get some pictures, but it was cold and windy and no one was out to help us. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TBafDbDCt3I/AAAAAAAAAsg/SrW5Cctlkm0/s1600/P1020958.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TBafDbDCt3I/AAAAAAAAAsg/SrW5Cctlkm0/s320/P1020958.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482744477519099762" /></a>Just before we gave up on getting a picture of all three of us, someone walked by and quickly took a picture for us.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TBafCh-2oWI/AAAAAAAAAsY/BB45Xt4IVWg/s1600/P1020961.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/TBafCh-2oWI/AAAAAAAAAsY/BB45Xt4IVWg/s320/P1020961.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482744462200709474" /></a>chelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04918850892204418183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527878436091720509.post-62544224449603168422010-04-19T19:22:00.000-07:002010-04-19T19:32:14.021-07:00First Haircut!<div><br /></div>Gage has needed a haircut for quite some time. Today I finally got sick of it and gave him one. It is really hard to give a 3 month old a haircut without any help. Here are the before pictures:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S80RPxFcVRI/AAAAAAAAArY/bai38CVbvA8/s1600/april+2010+014.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S80RPxFcVRI/AAAAAAAAArY/bai38CVbvA8/s320/april+2010+014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462040885642155282" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S80RO8WNyWI/AAAAAAAAArQ/2cFwVe2iHmY/s1600/april+2010+019.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S80RO8WNyWI/AAAAAAAAArQ/2cFwVe2iHmY/s320/april+2010+019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462040871485426018" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S80ROQKqQbI/AAAAAAAAArI/2GL01007oWE/s1600/april+2010+021.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S80ROQKqQbI/AAAAAAAAArI/2GL01007oWE/s320/april+2010+021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462040859625800114" /></a>As you can see, it was getting really long. And here are the after pictures:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S80RNm8UYSI/AAAAAAAAArA/ffJjTKK7jC0/s1600/april+2010+022.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S80RNm8UYSI/AAAAAAAAArA/ffJjTKK7jC0/s320/april+2010+022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462040848559792418" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S80RNOPtHDI/AAAAAAAAAq4/8rp-D_wY2Kk/s1600/april+2010+024.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S80RNOPtHDI/AAAAAAAAAq4/8rp-D_wY2Kk/s320/april+2010+024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462040841930218546" /></a>It is not quite as short on the sides as it looks. And it is a lot more even.chelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04918850892204418183noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527878436091720509.post-13512984149255553732010-04-17T19:32:00.000-07:002010-04-19T19:52:29.313-07:00Duck Adventures<div>There are a bunch of ducks that live at the "lakes" by our apartments. There are also some baby ducks right now. They are really cute. We like to go on walks to see them. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S80TfYCscvI/AAAAAAAAAsA/x6NXzaGMOLo/s1600/april+2010+004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S80TfYCscvI/AAAAAAAAAsA/x6NXzaGMOLo/s320/april+2010+004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462043352820904690" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S80Tehh_d_I/AAAAAAAAAr4/G29JVcWou2c/s1600/april+2010+005.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S80Tehh_d_I/AAAAAAAAAr4/G29JVcWou2c/s320/april+2010+005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462043338188224498" /></a>Our neighbor likes to feed the ducks food outside of their apartment. One of the ducks ran into our other neighbors window. It now looks like this. I am glad it didn't happen to our window. If you look closely you should be able to see the perfect circle.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S80TeP5YV7I/AAAAAAAAArw/78FPkdTKoU0/s1600/april+2010+007.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S80TeP5YV7I/AAAAAAAAArw/78FPkdTKoU0/s320/april+2010+007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462043333454485426" /></a>And this is just a cute picture we took after one of Gage's bath this week.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S80TdntbDcI/AAAAAAAAAro/0VIaFJOPdsA/s1600/april+2010+009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S80TdntbDcI/AAAAAAAAAro/0VIaFJOPdsA/s320/april+2010+009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462043322666913218" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>chelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04918850892204418183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527878436091720509.post-77922617634468718212010-04-11T11:41:00.000-07:002010-04-11T11:44:17.761-07:00Trying to catch upThere will (hopefully) be a bunch of new posts with pictures put up. Many of them will center around one cute kid. These will cover the last few months to catch up so that it will be complete when I make it into a book. You can look or you don't have to. Just be forewarned.chelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04918850892204418183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527878436091720509.post-25089075799610614882010-04-09T20:19:00.000-07:002010-04-13T20:31:38.926-07:00Just StuffGage is getting big and is awake a lot more. And he actually plays now. He likes to grab toys and bat at them. He also really likes faces. When ever we go to the store all the old people will talk to him. He loves to look back at them and smile. They also always comment on his hair. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8U1bgpvFMI/AAAAAAAAAqY/E7HA9pEltrY/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+139.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8U1bgpvFMI/AAAAAAAAAqY/E7HA9pEltrY/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459828869994321090" /></a>He likes to look around on his stomach. He can also last a lot longer before he gets upset.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8U2YsQTgaI/AAAAAAAAAqo/K8rMh-R_WlI/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+154.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8U2YsQTgaI/AAAAAAAAAqo/K8rMh-R_WlI/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459829921080902050" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8U2YZzjMRI/AAAAAAAAAqg/I477O-rV3sc/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+152.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8U2YZzjMRI/AAAAAAAAAqg/I477O-rV3sc/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+152.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459829916128456978" /></a><div> Especially if their is something to lick.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8U1bAfQitI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/GqbHhwumHtk/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+142.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8U1bAfQitI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/GqbHhwumHtk/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459828861360442066" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8U1av1nJNI/AAAAAAAAAqI/oaDpwgzmrjc/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+146.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8U1av1nJNI/AAAAAAAAAqI/oaDpwgzmrjc/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+146.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459828856890795218" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8U1aeFzUyI/AAAAAAAAAqA/WWspR8dXnB8/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+148.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8U1aeFzUyI/AAAAAAAAAqA/WWspR8dXnB8/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459828852126864162" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8U1ZwWn0mI/AAAAAAAAAp4/C0roQj_xrws/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+150.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8U1ZwWn0mI/AAAAAAAAAp4/C0roQj_xrws/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459828839849382498" /></a><br /></div>chelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04918850892204418183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527878436091720509.post-20989562901384805832010-04-05T19:34:00.000-07:002010-04-12T20:02:00.865-07:00Easter<div>Taking Easter pictures was a little harder than expected. Too much sun and two infants did not mix well. All the grass had gotten watered so we had to contend with wet grass. We finally found a dry spot and started taking pictures. This is how Gage really likes to be carried... I promise.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8PbrE9f01I/AAAAAAAAAog/Ksdb3dPAU4E/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+081.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8PbrE9f01I/AAAAAAAAAog/Ksdb3dPAU4E/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+081.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459448706415711058" /></a>We tried to stand and make shade so we could get pictures of Gage and Landon in their matching outfits. It was hard. At least they like each other.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8PbqeNnH1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/94I3bMqYz0Q/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+082.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8PbqeNnH1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/94I3bMqYz0Q/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+082.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459448696014315346" /></a>If we could get them to look in the same direction they would have weird faces.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8PbqDE_RBI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ZeP_l_LWQ7o/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+089.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8PbqDE_RBI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ZeP_l_LWQ7o/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459448688730391570" /></a>Or Landon would try to sit up and Gage would stick out his tongue.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8PbpmRHyoI/AAAAAAAAAoI/X0KrmpsRjfQ/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+091.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8PbpmRHyoI/AAAAAAAAAoI/X0KrmpsRjfQ/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459448680996653698" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8Pa1eao8MI/AAAAAAAAAoA/MyMoDTx_Tl4/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+093.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8Pa1eao8MI/AAAAAAAAAoA/MyMoDTx_Tl4/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459447785535893698" /></a>We attempted a family picture.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8Pa07_IeAI/AAAAAAAAAn4/_9dpHyBGTrI/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+107.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8Pa07_IeAI/AAAAAAAAAn4/_9dpHyBGTrI/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459447776293713922" /></a>Then got smarter and moved out of the sun.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8Pa0RkxCII/AAAAAAAAAnw/NQHHViP9ZkE/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+115.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8Pa0RkxCII/AAAAAAAAAnw/NQHHViP9ZkE/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459447764908836994" /></a>Trying to get a good picture of just one kid is a lot easier.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8PazzXkhaI/AAAAAAAAAno/w5spjhPMAQA/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+117.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8PazzXkhaI/AAAAAAAAAno/w5spjhPMAQA/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459447756800427426" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8PazUKKNnI/AAAAAAAAAng/Q0zIASm6NVI/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+122.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8PazUKKNnI/AAAAAAAAAng/Q0zIASm6NVI/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459447748422678130" /></a>Lance was really good at holding two kids and they had fun.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8PZz7q0mNI/AAAAAAAAAnY/VvMMTU8pTFw/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+124.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8PZz7q0mNI/AAAAAAAAAnY/VvMMTU8pTFw/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459446659517028562" /></a>Gage sleeping. He loves to sleep with his arms over his head. It is kind of awkward. Good thing Marcia doesn't mind.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8PZzV3xiQI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/0JpfiuB2DqU/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+134.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8PZzV3xiQI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/0JpfiuB2DqU/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459446649370806530" /></a>We wanted to dye Easter eggs when Mindy and Lance were here, but we didn't. Even though the eggs were cooked. So we did it on ... Tuesday. Gage had a blast.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8PZy1mKtWI/AAAAAAAAAnI/2ZlYNufIcqk/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+135.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8PZy1mKtWI/AAAAAAAAAnI/2ZlYNufIcqk/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459446640707024226" /></a>And got his egg that said, "Gage's 1st Easter!" He was kind of tired by then.<span><span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8PZyU9zUFI/AAAAAAAAAnA/90WFMbDl3IA/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+137.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8PZyU9zUFI/AAAAAAAAAnA/90WFMbDl3IA/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459446631947784274" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>chelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04918850892204418183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527878436091720509.post-35188575357023015292010-04-03T11:44:00.000-07:002010-04-11T12:07:13.945-07:00Swimming<div>Mindy, Lance and Landon came down for the weekend. It was pretty warm so we decided to go swimming in between General Conference Sessions. This was Gage's first time swimming. He was pretty tired, so he swam for awhile and then got out and took a nap. He was almost asleep in the pool. It was so warm that he probably would have slept just fine in it. Too bad we made him get out.</div><div><br /></div><div>Before the swim. Gage (3 months) and Landon (6.5 months) in their cool swim gear.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8IagsioodI/AAAAAAAAAmA/5FbcSQwNOjo/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+055.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8IagsioodI/AAAAAAAAAmA/5FbcSQwNOjo/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458954847341027794" /></a>These two were so hard to get pictures of together. Most of the time they would look in opposite directions. Landon made it harder by looking everywhere but at the camera.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8IafsotY9I/AAAAAAAAAlw/KbbPTIuIT7o/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+058.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8IafsotY9I/AAAAAAAAAlw/KbbPTIuIT7o/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458954830186636242" /></a>Gage is always sticking his tongue out. He loves licking stuff. Here he is licking the water off of his shirt.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8IafaS4rlI/AAAAAAAAAlo/1qCO1gn38qs/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+061.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8IafaS4rlI/AAAAAAAAAlo/1qCO1gn38qs/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458954825263263314" /></a>Mindy and Landon. Landon had a blast and lasted a lot longer than Gage.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8Iae2nKtvI/AAAAAAAAAlg/yLkDqOs8O58/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+065.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8Iae2nKtvI/AAAAAAAAAlg/yLkDqOs8O58/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458954815684654834" /></a>Gage was pretty much asleep by this point.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8IcS2s9RxI/AAAAAAAAAmo/lyNBgl-NiTc/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+066.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8IcS2s9RxI/AAAAAAAAAmo/lyNBgl-NiTc/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458956808573765394" /></a>Mindy, Landon, Chelan, Gage<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8IcSjaA4MI/AAAAAAAAAmg/3puKEi86w10/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+068.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8IcSjaA4MI/AAAAAAAAAmg/3puKEi86w10/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458956803394035906" /></a>Jeff and Gage.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8IcR-hzhNI/AAAAAAAAAmY/D70WjwWddZ8/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+072.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8IcR-hzhNI/AAAAAAAAAmY/D70WjwWddZ8/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458956793494602962" /></a>Gage either yawning or smiling...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8IcRFYo1-I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/OsrNmGs0ekE/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+075.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8IcRFYo1-I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/OsrNmGs0ekE/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458956778155333602" /></a>Landon loving it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8IcQnV5eyI/AAAAAAAAAmI/IxOmEE-mwYs/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+078.JPG"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8IcQnV5eyI/AAAAAAAAAmI/IxOmEE-mwYs/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+078.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8IcQnV5eyI/AAAAAAAAAmI/IxOmEE-mwYs/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+078.JPG" borde="" /></a>Now doesn't this seem like the perfect way to spend a Saturday afternoon. It was a lot of fun. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8IcsgTJ0xI/AAAAAAAAAmw/auUuXVnAtQw/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+079.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8IcsgTJ0xI/AAAAAAAAAmw/auUuXVnAtQw/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458957249236554514" /></a></div>chelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04918850892204418183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527878436091720509.post-1339916931529181322010-04-02T20:04:00.000-07:002010-04-12T20:16:11.483-07:00Gage and Landon<div style="text-align: center;">Landon and Gage liked to play together. It helps that Gage has some of the same toys.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8PggZjARoI/AAAAAAAAApI/uWZi0MkWKzE/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+038.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8PggZjARoI/AAAAAAAAApI/uWZi0MkWKzE/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459454020521313922" /></a>3 months makes a big difference in size, Even with two big babies.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8PggA_GhOI/AAAAAAAAApA/6sFC5Hxkrxk/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+044.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8PggA_GhOI/AAAAAAAAApA/6sFC5Hxkrxk/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459454013928277218" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8Pht-wD7hI/AAAAAAAAApQ/b7CGHswHFZY/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+042.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8Pht-wD7hI/AAAAAAAAApQ/b7CGHswHFZY/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459455353358118418" /></a><div>We bought a bouncer off of craigslist when we found for a great price. We put it together for Landon, and the put gage in it. His first time in the bouncer. He liked it.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8Pgfud88OI/AAAAAAAAAo4/zOX0dTzy3vg/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+034.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8Pgfud88OI/AAAAAAAAAo4/zOX0dTzy3vg/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459454008957399266" /></a>Although his feet don't touch. So we had to put a pillow under it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8Pge7Z1uCI/AAAAAAAAAow/Y3Q-SKJ35eY/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+035.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8Pge7Z1uCI/AAAAAAAAAow/Y3Q-SKJ35eY/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459453995249940514" /></a>The next time he didn't like it so much. It was just okay.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8PgeYjGifI/AAAAAAAAAoo/8h7_aXRDzMo/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+050.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8PgeYjGifI/AAAAAAAAAoo/8h7_aXRDzMo/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459453985893550578" /></a><br /></div>chelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04918850892204418183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527878436091720509.post-26081685629598490792010-04-01T20:16:00.000-07:002010-04-12T20:24:16.644-07:00Stuff<div>Gage loves his fist. He is always sucking on it. He will spit his pacifier out in favor of his fist. He tries to get it all in, but he hasn't gotten it that far yet.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8Pi1H5K_7I/AAAAAAAAApw/LqT8iKYhJ4s/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+028.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8Pi1H5K_7I/AAAAAAAAApw/LqT8iKYhJ4s/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459456575582961586" /></a>He also sleeps weird. You can't quite tell but he is on his side. Sometimes I worry that he is going to suffocate, but he hasn't.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8Pi0o4thZI/AAAAAAAAApo/-TKWToZ7Leo/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+025.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8Pi0o4thZI/AAAAAAAAApo/-TKWToZ7Leo/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459456567259530642" /></a>He even has his feet crossed.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8Pi0OrhC_I/AAAAAAAAApg/AUc7s62EAi4/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+026.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8Pi0OrhC_I/AAAAAAAAApg/AUc7s62EAi4/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459456560224865266" /></a>This was taken a week earlier. We could have so many pictures of him sleeping like this. He kind of arches back. I have tried to move his head forward, but he won't let me.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8Piz8DgTYI/AAAAAAAAApY/SjETnBkc4oY/s1600/mid+march+thru+mid+april+014.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S8Piz8DgTYI/AAAAAAAAApY/SjETnBkc4oY/s320/mid+march+thru+mid+april+014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459456555225206146" /></a>chelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04918850892204418183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527878436091720509.post-78549277276118809872010-01-09T17:32:00.000-08:002010-01-09T19:40:30.953-08:00The first few days.<div>Here are a few more pictures of Gage during the first few days of life. Here he is a day and half old. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kxOiS7hpI/AAAAAAAAAlU/SAloeIpPXmQ/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kxOiS7hpI/AAAAAAAAAlU/SAloeIpPXmQ/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424921351938606738" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kxOASo6LI/AAAAAAAAAlM/lrA2ILuUq9I/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kxOASo6LI/AAAAAAAAAlM/lrA2ILuUq9I/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424921342810581170" /></a>And three days old. In the car and ready to go to the pediatrician for the first time. Because he had jaundice and was under the lights in the hospital the wanted us to go in and get tested to make sure he was getting better.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kxNyzvAbI/AAAAAAAAAlE/8y6LPMxTtjA/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kxNyzvAbI/AAAAAAAAAlE/8y6LPMxTtjA/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424921339191296434" /></a>He doesn't seem to love the car, but he also doesn't hate it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kwj28yWaI/AAAAAAAAAk8/PSyy7Fe7Xm4/s1600-h/008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kwj28yWaI/AAAAAAAAAk8/PSyy7Fe7Xm4/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424920618748500386" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kwjcoMECI/AAAAAAAAAk0/DmBcP92kbMo/s1600-h/012.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kwjcoMECI/AAAAAAAAAk0/DmBcP92kbMo/s320/012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424920611682783266" /></a>At the doctor.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kwi75UNOI/AAAAAAAAAks/yqaQ40F-nRM/s1600-h/014.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kwi75UNOI/AAAAAAAAAks/yqaQ40F-nRM/s320/014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424920602896250082" /></a>And finally at home again.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kwiu8IlbI/AAAAAAAAAkk/fXMLO_A-hBU/s1600-h/017.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kwiu8IlbI/AAAAAAAAAkk/fXMLO_A-hBU/s320/017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424920599418410418" /></a>Six days old.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kwiICVLNI/AAAAAAAAAkc/IRlxVnZLoks/s1600-h/021.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kwiICVLNI/AAAAAAAAAkc/IRlxVnZLoks/s320/021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424920588975418578" /></a>chelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04918850892204418183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527878436091720509.post-6380042244862399432010-01-09T16:57:00.000-08:002010-01-09T20:31:14.238-08:00And it's a....<div>It finally happened. At 4:30 am, I woke up because my water broke and I started having contractions that actually hurt (all the ones prior to this didn't hurt at all). Although my water was just leaking so I wasn't sure that was what had happened. I was able to stay in bed for another hour or so and get a little bit more sleep but then got up and started timing the contractions. They started at about 10 min. apart and steadily got closer together. When Jeff got up at 8:30 I told him that this might be it. We had a hard time believing I was actually in labor because it would mean the baby would be a week early. I was so convinced that it would be a week late and I didn't want to go to the hospital to be sent home. We got ready for church but by 1 pm decided that we were not going to go. Instead we walked to Walgreens and returned our redbox dvd and then walked around the lakes for a couple of hours. The 70 degree weather made the walking very enjoyable. By the end of the walk my contractions had been about 3 min. apart for about 2 hours and they were really hurting so we decided to get ready and go to the hospital. We packed a bag and headed in around 4pm. We got checked in and they confirmed that my water had broken and we would be staying until we had a baby! Here was our last picture as just a couple (in between contractions).<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0ksxsuT-cI/AAAAAAAAAkM/LWkNSGyCgaU/s1600-h/New+year%27s+day+-+gage+homecoming+003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0ksxsuT-cI/AAAAAAAAAkM/LWkNSGyCgaU/s320/New+year%27s+day+-+gage+homecoming+003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424916458475092418" /></a>About 7 hours after checking in we had our baby. And it's a BOY!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0ks_ig5FWI/AAAAAAAAAkU/-LzNYGLLN8c/s1600-h/New+year%27s+day+-+gage+homecoming+004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0ks_ig5FWI/AAAAAAAAAkU/-LzNYGLLN8c/s320/New+year%27s+day+-+gage+homecoming+004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424916696252618082" /></a>He came into this world screaming at 11:36 pm, on Sunday, January 3, 2010. 7 lbs 1 1/2 oz, 20.1 inches long.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0ksxFTssyI/AAAAAAAAAkE/F7ZegPiQVKo/s1600-h/New+year%27s+day+-+gage+homecoming+006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0ksxFTssyI/AAAAAAAAAkE/F7ZegPiQVKo/s320/New+year%27s+day+-+gage+homecoming+006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424916447894483746" /></a>Here I am exhausted after 19 hours of labor with Gage Moses. And our doctor in the background.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kswuxXb3I/AAAAAAAAAj8/OtuIEXhZ0T8/s1600-h/New+year%27s+day+-+gage+homecoming+014.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kswuxXb3I/AAAAAAAAAj8/OtuIEXhZ0T8/s320/New+year%27s+day+-+gage+homecoming+014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424916441844903794" /></a>He's already doing the one eye open thingy.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kswJV9VtI/AAAAAAAAAj0/HEjlhZkLYaU/s1600-h/New+year%27s+day+-+gage+homecoming+019.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kswJV9VtI/AAAAAAAAAj0/HEjlhZkLYaU/s320/New+year%27s+day+-+gage+homecoming+019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424916431797835474" /></a>And our first official family of three picture. It's a great one.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0ksvvOyDSI/AAAAAAAAAjs/jjoeK72yE4I/s1600-h/New+year%27s+day+-+gage+homecoming+022.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0ksvvOyDSI/AAAAAAAAAjs/jjoeK72yE4I/s320/New+year%27s+day+-+gage+homecoming+022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424916424788413730" /></a>Jeff did really well the whole time. He even watched it all, which was more than I wanted to see.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kqufwDM0I/AAAAAAAAAjk/iHt8U0irw30/s1600-h/New+year%27s+day+-+gage+homecoming+025.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kqufwDM0I/AAAAAAAAAjk/iHt8U0irw30/s320/New+year%27s+day+-+gage+homecoming+025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424914204429857602" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kqtx6NnNI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Nwv_0wxgC_E/s1600-h/New+year%27s+day+-+gage+homecoming+030.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kqtx6NnNI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Nwv_0wxgC_E/s320/New+year%27s+day+-+gage+homecoming+030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424914192124452050" /></a>After getting cleaned up. He<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kqtibh7MI/AAAAAAAAAjU/t5fOEFFRc4s/s1600-h/New+year%27s+day+-+gage+homecoming+035.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kqtibh7MI/AAAAAAAAAjU/t5fOEFFRc4s/s320/New+year%27s+day+-+gage+homecoming+035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424914187969227970" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kqtChfIbI/AAAAAAAAAjM/KGvqMQNR1_8/s1600-h/New+year%27s+day+-+gage+homecoming+039.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kqtChfIbI/AAAAAAAAAjM/KGvqMQNR1_8/s320/New+year%27s+day+-+gage+homecoming+039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424914179404276146" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kqsjoVIuI/AAAAAAAAAjE/9V67AV4gP8Y/s1600-h/New+year%27s+day+-+gage+homecoming+040.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kqsjoVIuI/AAAAAAAAAjE/9V67AV4gP8Y/s320/New+year%27s+day+-+gage+homecoming+040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424914171111482082" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kn6yg3FKI/AAAAAAAAAi8/xd9IOaoKs54/s1600-h/New+year%27s+day+-+gage+homecoming+046.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kn6yg3FKI/AAAAAAAAAi8/xd9IOaoKs54/s320/New+year%27s+day+-+gage+homecoming+046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424911117089969314" /></a>He's got a lot of hair, which is what everyone comments on when they see him for the first time.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kn6XMx0UI/AAAAAAAAAi0/vTKHH4FGOz8/s1600-h/New+year%27s+day+-+gage+homecoming+053.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kn6XMx0UI/AAAAAAAAAi0/vTKHH4FGOz8/s320/New+year%27s+day+-+gage+homecoming+053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424911109757980994" /></a>After exactly 2 days in the hospital and some time spent under bilirubin lights we were finally allowed to go home. Here's Gage all dressed and ready to go.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kn5-YEUEI/AAAAAAAAAis/UgCItkiEvhw/s1600-h/New+year%27s+day+-+gage+homecoming+059.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kn5-YEUEI/AAAAAAAAAis/UgCItkiEvhw/s320/New+year%27s+day+-+gage+homecoming+059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424911103094444098" /></a>We were all exhausted and ready to go. I think I had about 5 hours of sleep total in the two days (and nights) that we were there. Jeff got a little more but only because he could sleep in through the nurses coming in to check on me and the baby.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kn5a6bHjI/AAAAAAAAAik/MvdLA1vd4rw/s1600-h/New+year%27s+day+-+gage+homecoming+069.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kn5a6bHjI/AAAAAAAAAik/MvdLA1vd4rw/s320/New+year%27s+day+-+gage+homecoming+069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424911093574868530" /></a>Finally home and comfy with our own blankets.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kn471eRCI/AAAAAAAAAic/JbNhLkeKG2M/s1600-h/New+year%27s+day+-+gage+homecoming+072.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0kn471eRCI/AAAAAAAAAic/JbNhLkeKG2M/s320/New+year%27s+day+-+gage+homecoming+072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424911085232604194" /></a>It is soo nice being home. We still get no sleep and for someone who needs a lot of sleep I am doing pretty good. It was fun not knowing the gender until he came out, but it was hard to start referring to Gage as a him. We still referred to him as it or 'the baby' for quite awhile.</div>chelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04918850892204418183noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527878436091720509.post-90893854474879071552010-01-01T16:52:00.000-08:002010-03-14T09:38:36.006-07:00It didn't work...<div>The blue moon came and here I was still pregnant. This picture was taken on New Years Day. I was hoping for a New Years baby. But it didn't happen. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0klT6Wsf2I/AAAAAAAAAiU/AO5Ba14Kf2c/s1600-h/New+year%27s+day+-+gage+homecoming+002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0klT6Wsf2I/AAAAAAAAAiU/AO5Ba14Kf2c/s320/New+year%27s+day+-+gage+homecoming+002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424908250156662626" /></a>It ended up being the last pictures I took while pregnant. This was Friday, gave birth on Sunday.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0klTYGgG-I/AAAAAAAAAiM/k7SrczDElPI/s1600-h/New+year%27s+day+-+gage+homecoming+001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/S0klTYGgG-I/AAAAAAAAAiM/k7SrczDElPI/s320/New+year%27s+day+-+gage+homecoming+001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424908240961936354" /></a>chelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04918850892204418183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527878436091720509.post-44122906614385160492009-12-31T13:59:00.000-08:002009-12-31T14:11:40.194-08:00Christmas.<div>We decided to build a gingerbread house. Because I am very pregnant, and we don't have my mom's gingerbread mold, we went with a kit. I think we'll stick with making our own. They are cuter and smell much better. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/Sz0gFaHdAGI/AAAAAAAAAgk/lmLfW87Ycvo/s1600-h/oct31-dec31+2009+026.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/Sz0gFaHdAGI/AAAAAAAAAgk/lmLfW87Ycvo/s320/oct31-dec31+2009+026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421524803705962594" /></a>We decided to spend Christmas here in Mesa, and this was about the extent of our decorations. I wanted the rest of them, but we have no where to store anything. It is a good thing the top of the tree is cut off because we left the star in Utah. So nothing to put on the top. We made due with a snowflake ornament!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/Sz0gE6ybLDI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ueLN1XB9ZZY/s1600-h/oct31-dec31+2009+029.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/Sz0gE6ybLDI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ueLN1XB9ZZY/s320/oct31-dec31+2009+029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421524795296263218" /></a>Christmas eve...38 Weeks pregnant. Hard to believe this picture is taken the same night as the next.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/Sz0gEoROZXI/AAAAAAAAAgU/O809SbL7eT8/s1600-h/oct31-dec31+2009+031.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/Sz0gEoROZXI/AAAAAAAAAgU/O809SbL7eT8/s320/oct31-dec31+2009+031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421524790325175666" /></a>Don't really know why I am putting this one on here, but I look HUGE. We had Christmas Eve dinner with the missionaries and some friends. It was a great meal.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/Sz0gEHZxIZI/AAAAAAAAAgM/M8zwS0A0P_o/s1600-h/oct31-dec31+2009+034.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/Sz0gEHZxIZI/AAAAAAAAAgM/M8zwS0A0P_o/s320/oct31-dec31+2009+034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421524781502636434" /></a>Our Christmas stockings. Santa actually showed up before we went to bed. Thanks to Mindy, who reminded us that Santa now our responsibility. Otherwise Santa would not have come at all.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/Sz0gDorYCGI/AAAAAAAAAgE/PUN4iLxEXwg/s1600-h/oct31-dec31+2009+035.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/Sz0gDorYCGI/AAAAAAAAAgE/PUN4iLxEXwg/s320/oct31-dec31+2009+035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421524773254989922" /></a>chelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04918850892204418183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527878436091720509.post-32861036877597977222009-12-22T14:11:00.000-08:002009-12-31T14:28:01.831-08:00Vegas Bowl<div>On Sunday the 20, two days before the Vegas Bowl, we got a phone call offering us two tickets to BYU's bowl game. Vegas is only a 5 hour drive and we are coming from the south so no weather/traffic problems to consider. Jeff is out of school so this should be a no brainer. But because I would be 37 1/2 weeks pregnant we decided to go to my doctors appointment on Monday morning before taking the tickets. Turns out everything was still fine with no imminent signs of labor. So we packed up on Tuesday and drove to the bowl game. We decided to make the trip a little easier and got a hotel room which was a great decision. Especially cause it was cheap. Here was the game from our seats. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/Sz0igoXVF-I/AAAAAAAAAhM/8zRdD5I-rJQ/s1600-h/oct31-dec31+2009+019.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/Sz0igoXVF-I/AAAAAAAAAhM/8zRdD5I-rJQ/s320/oct31-dec31+2009+019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421527470410373090" /></a>It was FREEZING! With winds of up to 55 mph right into our faces. Add in a little sand and trash to that wind and it was kind of miserable.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/Sz0igThbzJI/AAAAAAAAAhE/I3WtwKpZLW0/s1600-h/oct31-dec31+2009+020.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/Sz0igThbzJI/AAAAAAAAAhE/I3WtwKpZLW0/s320/oct31-dec31+2009+020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421527464815611026" /></a>Most of the game was played on our side of the stadium because of the wind blowing the ball that direction every play. Oregon St. had two six yard punts which was great so that everyone could tell it was as windy as it was.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/Sz0if-AJrRI/AAAAAAAAAg8/VsRAwLO4AwU/s1600-h/oct31-dec31+2009+021.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/Sz0if-AJrRI/AAAAAAAAAg8/VsRAwLO4AwU/s320/oct31-dec31+2009+021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421527459038866706" /></a>After BYU won 44-20, we rushed the field. And here is the picture to prove it to everyone who didn't believe us. Although if there hadn't been stairs down to the field I don't think I would have. Most people left the game early to watch the game in the comfort of their hotel rooms, but we stuck it out. Luckily I could still fit into my winter coat with a sweater on. And just in case you can't tell, Jeff really does have quite a few layers on.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/Sz0ifgWq-BI/AAAAAAAAAg0/4eiabJNVua4/s1600-h/oct31-dec31+2009+024.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/Sz0ifgWq-BI/AAAAAAAAAg0/4eiabJNVua4/s320/oct31-dec31+2009+024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421527451080259602" /></a>The final score and every single fan left at the end of the game.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/Sz0ifKH81LI/AAAAAAAAAgs/o-ymzjkC9zc/s1600-h/oct31-dec31+2009+025.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/Sz0ifKH81LI/AAAAAAAAAgs/o-ymzjkC9zc/s320/oct31-dec31+2009+025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421527445112935602" /></a>It was fun but it unfortunately did not send me into labor. I was kind of hoping. Oh yeah, we drove through snow about an hour outside of Phoenix on our way up there. And alot of extra traffic. Good thing we left early so that we didn't miss one minute of the game.chelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04918850892204418183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527878436091720509.post-17949448464465310222009-12-12T14:28:00.000-08:002009-12-31T14:30:25.507-08:0036 Weeks<div>Here I am just past 36 weeks. Jeff was making me laugh while taking the picture...hence the funny face.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/Sz0lsdxOQXI/AAAAAAAAAhU/LRnRc9rlKt0/s1600-h/oct31-dec31+2009+012.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bi6vAwsSio0/Sz0lsdxOQXI/AAAAAAAAAhU/LRnRc9rlKt0/s320/oct31-dec31+2009+012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421530972259500402" /></a>chelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04918850892204418183noreply@blogger.com0