tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36621295255616590942024-02-20T19:21:02.520-05:00The fun we'll have!So you can follow our lives, without following us! :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266868075829356785noreply@blogger.comBlogger98125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-70680381546517525672012-08-21T10:54:00.001-04:002012-08-21T11:02:30.483-04:00our summer funWe've done quite a bit in the last few months. (I've been putting loads of pictures on FB of it all.) The first week of June we went to Orlando for a week long vacation. Our first family vacation ever!! It was awesome. We were able to cram into Tyler's work car (free gas!) and drive to a little town house I found on Groupon. It was a perfect set up for all of us, and it had awesome pools that the kids loved. We hit up Disney World for free one day (thank you Bryce!) and had a good time. (but we wouldn't pay to go back...way to expensive and way too many people!) We went to Sea World two days and LOVED IT. Tyler says if we lived there we'd get season passes...it was awesome. The other days we hung out and did a lot of swimming. Honestly, one of my favorite things was going to the Orlando temple and taking pictures of the kids. I love visiting Temples when we go places. :)<br />
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We ended up going to California to visit my wonderful home one last time before my parents move to Spokane this fall. I made a schedule before we went (yes...I was that dedicated to seeing and doing EVERYTHING one last time) so we were able to fit a lot of awesomeness in. Which included a lot of awesome and fatty food. :) (I cry when I think that I will never eat Chocolate Malted Krunch ice cream EVER again.) Again, my favorite part of the trip is that we were able to go to the Oakland temple with the kids, a week short of our 6 year anniversary of being sealed there. It was actually closed for some indoor cleaning/stuff so we didn't do a session, but we were able to take pictures of our family outside. It worked out PERFECT. No one was there because it was closed, so we had the entire grounds to ourselves. I got to take some shots of the Temple like I've ALWAYS wanted to do (I've never <i>loved</i> any of the Oakalnd Temple prints) and my mom got some awesome pictures of our sweet little family, 6 years later, with 3 awesome additions. :) Ahhh, it makes me cry just thinking about it. :) Now I just need to get the pictures printed and on our walls!<br />
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Then this morning Carrie and her kiddos left to go back home after a 13 day stay here with us in hot-lanta. We didn't get out of the house too much (5 kids 4 and under is a little hectic!) but we still had a lot of fun. Which again, sadly included a lot of awesome fatty food. (Godiva cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory! Don't ever look at the calories when you eat it...it'll make you cry.)<br />
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AND one of the biggest milestones of my sweet little Kendalynn's life, (and mine!) she went to her first day of school on Monday. It's only pre-k, Mon-Thurs 9-12, but still! I have been prepping her for months and months, and she did fantastic. Went in without looking scared at all, and said she had a fantastic day. I'll totally admit that I cried, but only a little. :)<br />
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So we finally feel like we're settling back into "normal life" after all this stuff we've been doing. Tyler and I are convinced that we're going to turn a new leaf and start exercising 5 times a week to make up for all the crap (awesome crap) that we ate. We have a bowflex that we LOVE, and I have loads of workout videos but we haven't felt like our schedules were constant enough to figure out a good time to do anything. So we're starting this Friday (he's gone till then) that we're going to wake up at 6 each weekday morning and workout before he goes to work. I'm actually really excited. And I figure if I write it on here for the world to see, I'll be more dedicated...right? :) So, any healthy tips would be appreciated!<br />
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Other than all this crud, things are going great. We both LOVE our church callings. I'm still in YW with the Beehives, and now just got the Music Chairman calling as well which I'm stoked about. Tyler is still 2nd Counselor in the Bishopric and really loves it. He's still a little nervous about conducting Sacrament meeting, (even though he does just fine) but he LOVES the fact that he's getting to know everyone in the ward so well. Kendalynn is loving school, Logan is crazy without her, but a lot more manageable I think! Camrynn is just plain awesome. She's crawling like a crazy person, and walks all along furniture and walks great with her walking toy. (compared to the other two, who still weren't even crawling at her age. it's weird.)<br />
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Well I think this is enough for today. I'm not sure people really read these posts, but I figure I'll do it more for the sake of keeping a journal. (which is another one of those things I need to start doing....) But anyways...life is good. :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266868075829356785noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-91437773190751273662012-03-25T21:46:00.001-04:002012-03-25T22:07:05.832-04:00a change for goodI very rarely feel like blogging about anything personal-ish going on, cause to me a blog was just about pictures and little kid updates and things. But sometimes I guess it's a good idea to keep people informed about us and changes going on, and sometimes (like now) a chance to get to explain how I feel about certain things a little in depth. <br />
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A week and a half ago Tyler got a call to meet with the Stake President. Long story short, today he was sustained in our ward as the 2nd Counselor in the Bishopbric. So I've felt the need to write on here how I really feel about all of these things, and clear up what I feel like other people are assuming I feel since this is definitely a more consuming calling, especially since we have 3 young kids and all. :)<br />
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My dad was Bishop for almost 6 years-ish when I was into high school, and Tyler's dad just got released today (ironically) from being the 1st counselor...so we know a little about what this all entails. :) Over the past week and a half we've had plenty of time to talk between the two of us about the changes that this would bring, the way we both felt, and mostly, the humbling experience it is for Tyler to have this opportunity to serve. Tyler mentioned countless times how he felt so humbled because there are SO many amazing people in our ward who could easily fill this role, but of all the people he was chosen. Not because he's perfect, not because he's super experienced, but because at this time in our lives, in this ward, the Lord saw it fit that he be given the chance to serve and get to know the people, and learn and grow closer to the Savior. Already, I've been amazed at how this call has affected me personally.<br />
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So onto how I feel about things. :) I was surprised when some people mentioned things along the line of, "make sure they know how busy you are" and things like that when this call came. As if perhaps he would turn it down because he was too busy?? I am blessed with AMAZING parents, who raised me to have complete faith in the fact that callings are most definitely inspired by the Lord, and issued through his servants. We don't randomly get chosen for callings by someone on a whim. In my mind, you don't say no to callings. As busy as Tyler's life was with work and with our family, and his previous calling, I have no issues with the fact that this calling will be more busy, and more time away from home, and the unpleasant fact that in church he will now have to sit on the stand while I sit with 3 young squirmy children. (that's my least favorite part.) I have "no beef" as one might say, about sharing my husband with a church calling. :) We will make it work, we will deal with whatever comes our way, and we will look at all of this as a blessing and an opportunity to serve. More than anything, this calling has brought me joy, which I'm not gonna lie, really surprised me. I feel so grateful to be married to someone who is worthy of such a calling and it has reminded me of what a great blessing that is. I am excited for him to learn and grow, and the blessings that we as a family will enjoy as a result of his service and I am thrilled that he can be such a great example to our children. Talking to my dad, he mentioned the phrase, "where much is given, much is required" but made a point that it in cases like this, the reverse is absolutely true. "where much is required, much is given." I love that. I know the kids and I will be taken care of while Tyler is busy.<br />
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So many people already have commented to me about the calling, and have almost made it sound like they feel a little sorry for me in regards to the changes this calling will bring. Yes, it will be hard having more nights of putting the kids to bed by myself, and the longer Sundays and things like that, but I'm really not all that worried about it. Aldi has done a good job stealing him away all the time, so I'm actually pretty used to it! :) And he's had to go to the morning meetings for over a year now, so at least I've already mastered getting the kids ready and getting to church on time by myself! (and I will gloat for a minute...that we've been at least 5 mins early to church all year, and church starts at 9. Go Katie! Lol.)<br />
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I'm also very excited about the new bishop...Bishop Settle. I LOVE him and his family. He and his wife Tara are fantastic. They are great examples of the kind of family we want to be. I've been serving with Tara on the Relief Society board since we moved in, and she is easily one of my favorite people in the ward. I'm thrilled that Tyler gets to work closely with him, and hope that we get to know their family even better. <br />
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So that's all I guess. I hope this doesn't sound braggy, or like I'm trying to elevate us because more than anything we feel completely humbled and suddenly VERY aware of the MANY changes and improvements we need to make in our lives. I am excited to support Tyler, and grateful that we are able to serve the Lord and the members of the Acworth Ward. :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266868075829356785noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-60554428590527536922012-03-07T16:34:00.000-05:002012-03-07T16:34:33.790-05:00yes...another FB album link<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">I'm too lazy to attempt to put pictures on here. I can upload a huge album on FB in just a few minutes. So if you want to look at pictures of my cuuuuute kids, click <a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.878258233234.2257989.193302356&type=1&l=899ff37b69" target="_blank">HERE</a>.</span><br />
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<p>I really want to get thru this.  Maybe there is a good way to dull the pain???  Or maybe I should get a good stick to bite onto.  </p>
<p>Thats all.  Please help me. :)</p>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266868075829356785noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-58727418490977786442011-11-30T23:05:00.000-05:002011-11-30T23:05:38.018-05:00Camrynn Marie has arrived!<b>What a wonderful day it has been! A few times here and there I was worried she might not be coming today, but it all worked out AMAZINGLY well. I couldn't have asked for a better labor and delivery, and baby and I are doing fantastic. So here's the gist of how things went to get our little angel here!</b><br />
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<b>(yesterday) 3:00</b> - membranes stripped<br />
<b>7:00-midnight</b> - contractions 7-9 minutes, but everytime I got up and moved around, they'd stop!<br />
<b>1:00 </b>- we went to bed<br />
<b>3:30-4:30</b> - contractions 2-4 minutes<br />
<b>6:00</b> - checked into the hospital<br />
<b>6:30</b> - only .5 cm more than the day before, and contractions had completely stopped<br />
<b>6:38-7:35 </b>- we walked the hallways hoping they'd pick up again, but much to my dismay NOTHING happened. I was convincced we were going to be sent home, and had to fight to hold back the tears.<br />
<b>8:00</b> - they chcked me again, and I had gone from 3 cm to 5cm! We were staying!<br />
<b>8:30</b> - checked into our L&D room.<br />
<b>9:30</b> - got the epidural<br />
<b>10:00</b> - got pitocin started because my contractions were fairly spuradic and not getting consistent or closer than 7-9 minutes apart.<br />
<b>11:00</b> - the nurse checked me to discover that Camrynn was "right there" and we were okay to push! <br />
<b>11:20</b> - the doctor got there, and they set everything up to push.<br />
<b>11:24</b> - (after 3 LAME pushes) Camrynn Marie was born!<br />
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<b>Camrynn Marie Buttle</b><br />
<b>6 Lbs 7.3 Oz</b> (bigger than Kendalynn, but smaller than Logan!)<br />
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<b>18 inches long</b> (shortie!)<br />
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So far she seems as sweet as can be, and is an amazingly good little eater! (When I can wake her up that is!) Tyler brought the kids by with grandma and grandpa, and Kendalynn was constantly wanted to hold her and to see her toes and tummy. Logan was happy, but was more excited about playing with things in the room. :)<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m8kcQiNAWlI/Ttbi4QyHiBI/AAAAAAAAAyU/RHghmsFkzmk/s1600/IMG_0891.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m8kcQiNAWlI/Ttbi4QyHiBI/AAAAAAAAAyU/RHghmsFkzmk/s320/IMG_0891.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> comparing the size of my hand to her body!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<br /></div><div>SO. There are just too many pro's and con's that I can't make up my own mind. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>If you even care about all this...here are some thoughts. :)</div><div>
<br /></div><div>1. If no one shares...there is a queen bed in C's room. With it in there, it really squishes the room. Where do I put it? Do I keep it? Do I trade it for K's twin and put the twin in the nursery? (I like the idea of having one of them in there for the late nights.) If we keep a guest room and combine K&L I could keep it out of the way and put a little couch in the nursery instead. I could fit the changing table in the nursery!</div><div>2. Logan's room is painted boy colors. Sad to put that to waste as a guest room, so do I put K&L in there? Her bedding actually coordinates with his wall colors. :)</div><div>3. K&L's furniture are really different. One is cream/ivory, one is flat white. They'd look kinda ugly together!</div><div>4. K&L both sleep through the night without interruption so I don't have to worry about either of them affecting the others sleep. (only bad thing..if one would wake the other one up earlier in the morning. Sometimes L wakes up an hour earlier than K so that would kinda stink.) </div><div>5. K&L have done AMAZING sleeping in the same room together when we've gone on vacations and things. In fact, I think K helped L calm down the nights he would cry.</div><div>6. I'm a HUGE believer in kids sharing rooms because of the lessons they learn. Sharing space, getting along, cleaning together, late night silly chats that are fun. Carrie used to practice all her different "laughing styles" late at night when I was trying to sleep. :)</div><div>7. the fact that I'd have to move all their furniture around. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Not a crazy serious situation...but if anyone else out there has any thoughts, experience, whatever, please let me know!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266868075829356785noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-2156566094564521142011-08-17T22:28:00.003-04:002011-08-17T22:42:06.477-04:00buggy prayersSo for the past few weeks I've been making sure that we have Kendalynn say her own prayers at night when we put her in her bed. I always remind her first that we start our prayers by saying the things that we're thankful for, and she ALWAYS wanders off to talk about the weirdest things. Tonight...this is about how it went.<div>
<br /></div><div>she skips saying the actual "thank you for" or "bless us so" and all those things.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Kendalynn: Heavenly Father, and that we don't have any mean caterpillars in our house. That we only have nice caterpillars in our house, and that there be no more mean giant caterpillars. </div><div>Me: Okay...remember to say what you're thankful for.</div><div>Kendalynn: That we don't take the bandaids off our feet so they get better cause our shoes hurt us.</div><div>Me: Okay. Thank you for our family.</div><div>Kendalynn: " " our family.</div><div>Me: Thank you for Jesus.</div><div>Kendalynn: " " for Jesus and the farm. And the cows. (???)</div><div>
<br /></div><div>After that point she said a few more bizarre things I don't remember, and then I had to help her finish off the prayer with more "normal" things to talk about in prayers. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>It cracks me up. The whole caterpillar thing was probably inspired from seeing a dead one outside the church tonight. (which she then waved goodbye to and said "see you later dead caterpillar!") But the farm??? No idea. But she sure is cute.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266868075829356785noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-74155149876318073492011-08-15T13:53:00.002-04:002011-08-15T13:56:56.694-04:00weird<div>So if by chance you read the post a few posts down about our 5 year anniversary, you'll recall how we joke that we're definitely meant to be because there couldn't possibly be anyone else that we could enjoy being weird with and such and that I call Tyler my forever weirdo . :) My sister came across this quote and sent it to me. It's perfect!</div><div>
<br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wWaTzSbeK3Y/TkldLUVM_bI/AAAAAAAAAwY/qFrspHmNSNM/s1600/Mutual%2BWeirdness.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wWaTzSbeK3Y/TkldLUVM_bI/AAAAAAAAAwY/qFrspHmNSNM/s320/Mutual%2BWeirdness.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641142457275841970" /></a>
<br /><div>Thanks Jamie! It will definitely have to find a home on one of our walls. :)</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266868075829356785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-31228249378489535992011-08-09T14:11:00.002-04:002011-08-09T16:34:03.616-04:00a kid picture!<div>This post is completely random, (and yes...the 4th post in just over a day) but I finally got Kendalynn to smile for a picture with her teeth closed normally! She usually sticks her lower jaw really far out, or just makes those typical cheesy fake kid smiles. It made her look so old! I can't believe she'll be 4 in just 4 months!</div><div>
<br /></div><div> </div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wL4N_2a9B2g/TkGY-vzma1I/AAAAAAAAAv4/xYdOxLT9HkQ/s1600/IMG_0644.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wL4N_2a9B2g/TkGY-vzma1I/AAAAAAAAAv4/xYdOxLT9HkQ/s320/IMG_0644.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638956412196776786" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">just so you know...it took me about 3 hours to get it to finally upload.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266868075829356785noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-2037185433492919112011-08-09T09:57:00.001-04:002011-08-09T09:57:19.249-04:00families are forever<div>Last week my grandpa passed away. (my dad's dad...Gumpa as we called him.) As sad as it is to know he's gone, this was one of those things that was more of a good thing than a bad thing. Nani (nanny...my grandma) passed away last October, and since then my grandpa went into a home and slowly started to wither away. It was very obvious that all he wanted was to be with Nani again. It's a wonderful thing to have knowledge of the gospel and that families are forever, and comforting to know that my grandparents are together again. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>I was very blessed to have had such wonderful grandparents on both sides of my family. (they are all gone now.) My dad's parents lived just down the road for something like 13 years of my life, and we were able to see my mom's parents every summer for usually 3 weeks at a time, and for other special occasions. Tyler was able to get to know my dad's parents fairly well, but he never met my mom's mom, and only knew my mom's dad once my grandma had died and grandpa was not very much himself anymore. It will be a wonderful thing to see them again someday. :)</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ltPzYvMZ4s/TkCQ3btj8iI/AAAAAAAAAvw/M-Xta2T3Tl0/s1600/IMG_5368.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ltPzYvMZ4s/TkCQ3btj8iI/AAAAAAAAAvw/M-Xta2T3Tl0/s320/IMG_5368.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638666015473922594" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Last picture of me with Nani & Gumpa. (Logan was there...but he was asleep in his car seat.)</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zH6rrT0uWy8/TkCQbv9y-NI/AAAAAAAAAvo/akIQReELyVc/s1600/IMG_5366.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zH6rrT0uWy8/TkCQbv9y-NI/AAAAAAAAAvo/akIQReELyVc/s320/IMG_5366.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638665539874388178" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Kendalynn made nothing but cheesy fake smiles at this point in her life. :) It makes me laugh.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266868075829356785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-65288860141597423702011-08-08T21:00:00.003-04:002011-08-08T21:31:50.135-04:005 years!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AGmRyWCLR9o/TkCG5H67ktI/AAAAAAAAAvY/CxNTJ-KLe04/s1600/328927-R1-02-22A.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AGmRyWCLR9o/TkCG5H67ktI/AAAAAAAAAvY/CxNTJ-KLe04/s320/328927-R1-02-22A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638655049404748498" /></a>Wow. We celebrated our 5 year anniversary last Friday! Well...Tyler forgot, and scheduled us to feed the missionaries that day, and then to go on splits with them afterwards, so technically we didn't "celebrate" till Saturday. :) His mom came over to watch the kids and we went to Outback for dinner (best...food...ever) and then we went to see Harry Potter afterwards and then we topped off the night with some yummy Coldstone. <div>
<br /></div><div>So over the weekend we've randomly talked together about all the things that have happened over these last 5 years. How many times we've moved (11 times), the wards we've been in, (7 wards), how we've added 2 crazy kids and are about to add a 3rd. We graduated college (doing the last 2 semesters starting with a 3 week old baby), and Tyler got an awesome job and is doing AMAZING at his job. We bought our first house which we LOVE (going on 2 years at the end of this month, thanks Uncle Ron!) and just a few weeks ago had to buy our first car. (2007 Toyota Sequoia which we also LOVE.) We even have a dog who Tyler pretty much detests, but because he loves me (and she's pretty much the perfect dog) he puts up with her and even pets her...every few months for about 15 seconds. (and then usually kicks her away. Ha!)</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Like most people I imagine, we've had rough times, but now we can hardly remember them. But more now than anything we joke all the time about how we're both so weird that there can't possibly be anyone else out there that we could have married and got along with. :)</div><div>
<br /></div><div>We have been blessed more than I would have ever imagined. I think to myself all the time that we may not be living what the world or others would see as the most perfect life, but for us it is perfect. So happy 5 years to my forever weirdo and here's to eternity!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266868075829356785noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-22257752499611129512011-08-08T15:11:00.002-04:002011-08-08T15:26:07.423-04:00My newest find!<p>I'm super excited about this bassinet that I found for Camrynn at the Goodwill this morning for a whopping $12! I can fit this in our room perfectly so that little miss can sleep in there for the first few weeks until I move her to the crib in her own room. The whole thing can rock side to side, or you can put up the wheels/legs and then it stays still. </p><p>I know it's probably not that exciting for the rest of the world...but all the accessories that I've been gathering (car seat/stroller, baby swing, cute little clothes, shoes) have been getting me even more excited to have this little bopper show up. But...I can definitely wait the 17.5 weeks (4 months and 2 days!) till her due date cause I still need to get #1 and #2 in line! :)</p><p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-EqZvtpagh3w/TkA03b-fAYI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/MeEenYSbAwY/IMAG0172.jpg"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-EqZvtpagh3w/TkA03b-fAYI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/MeEenYSbAwY/s400/IMAG0172.jpg" /></a></p><p>
<br /></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266868075829356785noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-8097770461525455232011-07-13T17:22:00.004-04:002011-07-14T17:53:54.558-04:00<div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;">IT'S A GIRL!!!!!!</span></span></b></div><div><br /></div>And I couldn't be more happy about it. (not that a boy would of been bad of course.)<div><br /></div><div>From the very start of this time around being a fatty I felt like I knew right away it was a girl. It seemed way more like Kendalynns pregnancy experience over Logans. For a while there I was worried maybe I just wanted it to be a girl because I fell in love with a name I found the day I found out I was pregnant, but who cares now....I was right! </div><div><br /></div><div>This time around both Tyler and I were on the same page guessing girl. With Kendalynn I was guessing boy (which I'm pretty sure I was telling myself I wanted a boy so I wouldn't be disappointed with a boy) and Tyler was right with girl, and then with Logan I was POSITIVE it was a boy and Tyler said it was a girl. So we're both 2 for 3.</div><div><br /></div><div>And no...I'm not going to announce on the blog quite yet what name I fell in love with (even though Tyler loves it too) because I want to make sure I'm for sure "feeling" this name for this wee little monkey.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266868075829356785noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-13643554570121027762011-06-27T21:09:00.004-04:002011-06-28T11:13:46.042-04:00yikes...advice?(don't miss out on the awesome post under this one that I did earlier today. much more exciting than this one.)<div><br /></div><div>Soo.... I went to girls camp last week. Which was awesome. I was only there for 2 days, and only "not home" for a grand total of 49.5 hours. But apparently, it traumatized Logan. Big time. The first few hours of me being home, it was like I just went to the store without him, he seemed totally fine. And then that night...it all started. </div><div><br /></div><div>He's especially bad (and I mean bad) at bed time and nap time. When he picks up on the fact he's about to go lay down, he starts saying, "no...no...no" over and over again, and then once he is laid down in bed he cries, and pretty much screams bloody murder. EVERY time, I end up having to go in a few times and try and talk him into calming down, and then I lay him down and leave, but the end result is that i have to go and sit by his crib until he falls asleep. Usually it takes a total of about 45 minutes. Only once since then has he been able to fall asleep on his own, after 30 mins of screaming. Other than that, he still freaks out when I go upstairs to change clothes, or even leave the dinner table to go get more food or something like that. Tonight in fact, I was just observing them eat (to cut down on messes of course) and every time I got up to get something he'd start yelling at me and pointing at the chair "sit, sit, sit."</div><div><br /></div><div>For the record, till now Logan has been a bed/nap time ANGEL since he was about 8 months old. He never cried AT ALL when it was time to lay down, even when he went down wide awake.</div><div><br /></div><div>Also...he has taken up the terrible habit of waking up EARLY in the morning (anywhere from 4:30-6:30) and sometimes he'll wake up in the middle of the night looking for his pacifier, and then we have to start all over again. He woke up last night at 2:00, and didn't go back to sleep till a little after 3:00. This needs to stop!</div><div><br /></div><div>So I need some advice from you people out there who might by chance read my blog and yourself have young children who have ever fought bed time. As of now I even have an i-pod thing in there that plays a list of primary songs very quietly to help camp him down. I just don't know if it makes sense to just completely leave him alone till he falls asleep, or should I go in there every 5-10 mins to lay him down again??? Ugggh...I've never had to deal with this kind of bed time/nap time drama. Poor kid...I hope he drops the habit soon, cause it especially can't be fun for him!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266868075829356785noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-34905707923249040092011-06-27T17:48:00.008-04:002011-06-27T19:08:06.437-04:005 DAYS!!!!<div>5 days to what one may ask??? Only till the BEST event ever to occur every 2 years (and even all the time in between!) The awesomely fantastic in every possible way, the Fischer Family Reunion, other wise known as the FFFFFFF. </div><div><br /></div><div>We have been looking forward to this since...well, since the last one ended pretty much. For the last few weeks we've been reminding Kendalynn that its coming up, and almost every time we get in the car she says, "We're going to Utah now!" Like I said...we're ALL excited. We've had 2 so far (in 2007 and in 2009) and basically it is a whole week of awesome people, (can't get any better than Fischer folks) fantastic fun, more than fantastic and phenomenal food, and soooo many good times that are had by all, including the wee little children. Ugh, it hasn't even started and I'm already dreading the day that we all have to go home after!</div><div><br /></div><div>Here's some pictures from our last FFFFF in 2009 that I randomly grabbed from the folder. (I think there were like, 1400 pictures total from last time.) It will be AWESOME IN EVERY WAY!!!!!</div><div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0uU-JVUfwPc/Tgj8cIOsOyI/AAAAAAAAAuc/YS5cUwI8GPQ/s320/IMG_3096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623021694947703586" /><div style="text-align: center;">The whole gang, and since we've added Logan, Ainsley and wee baby Annie.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1TeZQbpAIA/TgkJuLv63hI/AAAAAAAAAvM/cLXSOmpeIsc/s1600/IMG_4330.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1TeZQbpAIA/TgkJuLv63hI/AAAAAAAAAvM/cLXSOmpeIsc/s1600/IMG_4330.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1TeZQbpAIA/TgkJuLv63hI/AAAAAAAAAvM/cLXSOmpeIsc/s320/IMG_4330.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623036298781187602" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Some awesome gaming fun that we have while we're there. Bang is a favorite, as is Liars Dice, countless board games and all sorts of fun with the wii, especially RockBand. Oh ya.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pVJ9xrAMVx8/TgkJjyiymXI/AAAAAAAAAvE/TBItkRPDrOM/s1600/IMG_5286.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pVJ9xrAMVx8/TgkJjyiymXI/AAAAAAAAAvE/TBItkRPDrOM/s320/IMG_5286.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623036120216541554" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">There is lots and LOTS of cousin love to go around. Kendalynn has been asking for her cousins for the last few weeks. Some of them are cousins that she hasn't seen since the last reunion! We're SUPER SUPER excited to see Matt & Mel and their awesome kids again!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aXE_jQeKlqs/Tgj-aR89yMI/AAAAAAAAAu8/xQcI6IdEW6I/s1600/IMG_1787.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aXE_jQeKlqs/Tgj-aR89yMI/AAAAAAAAAu8/xQcI6IdEW6I/s320/IMG_1787.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623023862221228226" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Kendalynn feeding the monkey. :) Jk. But there is always a lot of awesome food to be eaten. My mom is AWESOME with anything food related, and my siblings are all following in her footsteps! Even most of the in-laws like to cook/bake as well! (Tyler is probably the only one that doesn't really cook/bake actually! But we don't hold it against him. :))</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p0mopR-jN98/Tgj8yhdShcI/AAAAAAAAAus/MkWp7eOsCq4/s320/IMG_2973.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623022079676941762" /><div style="text-align: center;">And probably one of the weirdest, but best things to look forward to. An even that only the brave people take part in. The Harry Potter Bean game. You may know that the Harry Potter beans have good flavors (grape, lemon, apple..) and have TERRIBLE flavors (rotten egg, bacon, sardine, vomit...the works.) We pick a bean and show everyone else with our eyes closed so they know what it is, and then the eater has to guess. Ugh...terrible, but AWESOME!</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RB4YYWUQV40/Tgj9UL3NS1I/AAAAAAAAAu0/s_N9tqZj6Hw/s1600/IMG_2993.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RB4YYWUQV40/Tgj9UL3NS1I/AAAAAAAAAu0/s_N9tqZj6Hw/s1600/IMG_2993.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RB4YYWUQV40/Tgj9UL3NS1I/AAAAAAAAAu0/s_N9tqZj6Hw/s320/IMG_2993.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623022657995623250" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I'm pretty sure I had rotten egg in this picture....yikes.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-voigbNNcwNg/Tgj8nILSAzI/AAAAAAAAAuk/UuAJNn9rU_8/s1600/IMG_6844.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-voigbNNcwNg/Tgj8nILSAzI/AAAAAAAAAuk/UuAJNn9rU_8/s320/IMG_6844.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623021883911963442" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And of course there is plenty of crazy-ness to go around ALL WEEK. And it pretty much never ends. We Fischer's are notorious for not taking "normal" pictures. But if you ask me, it's much more entertaining that way!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">5 DAYS!!!!!!!!! WE CAN'T WAIT!!!!!!!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">So don't call us, cause we'll be too busy having TONS AND TONS of endless fun. :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266868075829356785noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-42416079610652364142011-05-26T21:01:00.011-04:002011-05-27T16:35:34.882-04:00random update<div>Okay, you all better appreciate these pictures because it took me an hour to get them all on here. Yikes. But here they are none the less.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's been crazy around here. Kendalynn has been a new kind of something. I love her to death, and maybe it's cause I'm super tired lately with all this growing a human business, but she is getting to be a serious little diva. It's awesome. Lol. We'll see how that goes.. We signed her up for a ballet class (after she's been asking for MONTHS) so sometimes I'm a terrible mother and I tell her she has to be a good girl to go to ballet class, and it works pretty well. Also, I am happy to say that Kendalynn is now completely pacifier free. Wow...ABOUT TIME. Tonight in fact was the first night that she didn't even ask for it or mention it. Wonderful.</div><div><br /></div><div>Logan is quite cute and really is a sweet boy. But he is a boy all the same and gets these random physical bursts of energy where he just needs to attack something. Luckily not too often though. He's learning the fun that comes with pushing moms buttons, and LOVES to test me out when I say if he doesn't stop doing something he'll go in time out. Ahhh the joys.</div><div><br /></div><div>Other than that life is good. I'm tired A LOT, and these poor kids watch more Dora than I'd like to admit. (luckily I try and sleep through it...I can only handle so much counting and Swiper swiping.) Tyler loves work, and as of next week he will go down to 3 stores rather than 5. AND they're all the stores that are closest to home. I'm soooo excited. </div><div><br /></div><div>So anyway...here are the pictures. :)</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pkB0XQIok4Q/Td8GS571j_I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/bl35n8wQ5qY/s1600/IMG_0275_2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pkB0XQIok4Q/Td8GS571j_I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/bl35n8wQ5qY/s320/IMG_0275_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611210582586134514" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">One of the best parts of having a dog. Auto-clean. (and yes I still mop the floors.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6JuvZm5UIKw/Td8ElEHhqLI/AAAAAAAAAuI/i6YwYxNr-pg/s1600/IMG_7798.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6JuvZm5UIKw/Td8ElEHhqLI/AAAAAAAAAuI/i6YwYxNr-pg/s320/IMG_7798.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611208695533906098" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Just a random cute picture of Kendalynn. I'm pretty sure she is waving at Nathan when he showed up to take pictures. She likes friends.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SrEjEp-UbIY/Td8ER4aOmrI/AAAAAAAAAuA/V8WC-ZXBvoA/s1600/IMG_7748.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SrEjEp-UbIY/Td8ER4aOmrI/AAAAAAAAAuA/V8WC-ZXBvoA/s320/IMG_7748.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611208365973609138" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Logan LOVES to wear Kendalynn's underwear on his head. He brings it over to me and says "hat" over and over again till I put it on. Crazy kid.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EJv-hl3YD7s/Td8Av45hJcI/AAAAAAAAAt4/Yq0hY2LuUzA/s1600/IMG_0267_2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EJv-hl3YD7s/Td8Av45hJcI/AAAAAAAAAt4/Yq0hY2LuUzA/s320/IMG_0267_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611204483454412226" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">One of Kendalynn's favorite faces to make that Tyler taught her. :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JAi40VQW6hQ/Td8AiO6UnUI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Ohvk0YGLJs0/s1600/IMG_0257_2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JAi40VQW6hQ/Td8AiO6UnUI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Ohvk0YGLJs0/s320/IMG_0257_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611204248845196610" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Our little ballerina. She shows me all the time "how to do ballet" with her hands above her head. She's so excited for her class.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><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/-wlwYmLTKWSs/Td75qnO4ZZI/AAAAAAAAAtY/zzFDl8nzE-4/s320/IMG_0224_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611196696231437714" /><div style="text-align: center;">Both the kids wearing Tyler and my shoes on the treadmill. (no it's not on...it's unplugged.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><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/-s46m0-5P65Y/Td75KduSceI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/EkvxNA225LM/s320/IMG_0215_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611196143922999778" /><div style="text-align: center;">Normal shirt right? Wrong. This is a 0-3 month dress Kendalynn had as a baby. She tries everyday to pull out her baby clothes to wear.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K26eYU9L30I/Td77DQzDvRI/AAAAAAAAAto/cqJntT07ifo/s1600/IMG_0239_2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K26eYU9L30I/Td77DQzDvRI/AAAAAAAAAto/cqJntT07ifo/s1600/IMG_0239_2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K26eYU9L30I/Td77DQzDvRI/AAAAAAAAAto/cqJntT07ifo/s320/IMG_0239_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611198219217517842" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And last but not least Logan dear got a hair cut. I was sad to see it go, but I actually like his new style.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tWFfTQRRea0/Td76400IkjI/AAAAAAAAAtg/rfE3ebcCwYw/s1600/IMG_0245_2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tWFfTQRRea0/Td76400IkjI/AAAAAAAAAtg/rfE3ebcCwYw/s320/IMG_0245_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611198039907144242" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Not the best picture but here he is. I had to give him (and of course Kendalynn) a sucker so he would sit still. He hated it. His hair is SO thin, that it took about 20 minutes cause I had to go over the same areas over and over again. Lucky kids got my hair.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The end.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266868075829356785noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-4303883196542548792011-05-10T15:57:00.002-04:002011-05-10T16:17:45.873-04:00here we go again!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ovc78RyKSyM/TcmZo3N8PaI/AAAAAAAAAtI/8o1Kn9budKU/s1600/number3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ovc78RyKSyM/TcmZo3N8PaI/AAAAAAAAAtI/8o1Kn9budKU/s320/number3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605180138535533986" /></a><br /><div>Yup...that's right. We're adding to the crazyness of our household. Yikes! I figure I've already lost my mind, so a 3rd child can't do any damage! Juuust kidding.</div><div><br /></div><div>So yes, much to lots of people's surprise, I am pregnant. Just about 10 weeks, so we've got a lot of time to go before the due date (Dec. 10th) which means I'll have plenty of time to adjust to the idea of being even more outnumbered everyday. But I'm crazy excited.</div><div><br /></div><div>Adding number 2 was difficult at times, but I think honestly the worst part was how much people talked to me about how it was going to be SO HARD, and everything they had to say about adding number 2 was negative. It made me so frustrated! I knew exactly what I was getting into, and it was the kind of chaos I had always wanted. I know kids are not easy. (wow...do I ever...) They're uncontrollable, and it's crazy hard! But I know more than anything that this is what I'm supposed to be doing, and that these kids are without a doubt the thing that brings me the most joy and satisfaction in life. </div><div><br /></div><div>So I seriously hope that this time around people will spare me their horror stories about how hard it was for them, and how hard it's going to be for me and bla bla bla. I know it's going to be hard, I never expected it to be easy. But I would much rather focus on all the joys that it will bring, because I know from experience that it's all the memories of the good that help me get through the insanity which inevitably follows. :)</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266868075829356785noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-68340791532266125672011-04-04T19:42:00.001-04:002011-04-04T19:45:25.726-04:00success for the year<p><a href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/TZpXb6J4bVI/AAAAAAAAAtE/GUWj0VslPFk/IMAG0050.jpg'><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/TZpXb6J4bVI/AAAAAAAAAtE/GUWj0VslPFk/s400/IMAG0050.jpg' /></a></p>There was almost a terrible terrible disaster on our vacation this weekend. (Which was awesome in every way..I'll post pics later.) As you may see in this picture...it is a picture of the balcony below ours. Yup. And nicely there on the edge is not one..but both of Logan's rags. My heart stopped. Logan does not sleep or even calm down at night without his rag. We called a million numbers to try and get in that condo cause no one was there but to no avail. <br/> <br/> So I got my Macgyver on and got to work. My mother would be very proud. A broom stick, mop stick, another mop, some shoe laces, a decor stick from a large vase in the condo, and some duct tape later combined with Dubens long arms...success. We got one back that night and the other the next morning. <br/> <br/> I can't tell you how relieved I was. Seriously. Needless to say NOTHING was allowed on the deck after that. :)<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266868075829356785noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-14623957751404315792011-03-17T14:08:00.003-04:002011-03-17T14:26:28.080-04:00any runner friends out there?<div>I <i>finally</i> found something I've been searching for at the Goodwill. (you annoying GW haters please keep your comments to yourself. if i had a dime for every time people bugged me about the goodwill I would own the goodwill by now.)</div><div><br /></div><div>A super duper awesome treadmill for $55 that is perfect in every way! Woohooo!!!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoAqQMbaFI/TYJORdZAeAI/AAAAAAAAAs8/Uz5LRowG9Ow/s1600/treadmill.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuoAqQMbaFI/TYJORdZAeAI/AAAAAAAAAs8/Uz5LRowG9Ow/s320/treadmill.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585112549747095554" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(this is just a picture from the internet, but the treadmill is the same one.)</div><div><div><br /></div><div>So yes. It's awesome. I've used it everyday since I got it home last week. (thanks super friend Audrey for picking it up for me.) I'm already addicted. I had to convince myself to take a day off today (the first day since I got it, except Sunday of course) cause Tyler says I'm going to hurt myself.</div><div><br /></div><div>So here comes the part where I need running advice. Like, how often people run per week, for how long, and random simple things like that. All in all I guess I'm asking for kinda lame advice...nothing too exciting. I'm not looking to run any marathons or anything, I just really want to exercise. I'd also be interested in what shoes people prefer or where they like to get them cause mine are pretty old. </div><div><br /></div><div>the end. :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266868075829356785noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-58964293845320348092011-02-17T21:35:00.004-05:002011-02-17T21:59:51.744-05:00some mommy bragging<div style="text-align: left;">My kids are pretty cool. Some times when we're having not so great days I think I need to remind myself about how rare those days are. Logan amazes me every day on how much stuff he picks up on and understand around here. (It amazes me even more cause I don't think Kendalynn was nearly as good at this age.) Every night after the kids are dressed in pj's and ready for bed, we read scriptures with Kendalynn. (Tyler and I read 2 verses each, and then we have Kendalynn repeat 1 verse. We've been doing this about 3 months...and we're on page 31. Slow and steady!) Sometimes Logan is calm enough to sit with us, and if not he just wanders. And after reading we say prayers, and for that we get Logan to sit on one of our laps and we help him fold his arms. Well twice now this week I've had to put the kids to bed without Tyler here. Each time Logan voluntarily got up on the couch and sat with us and grabbed the extra Book of Mormon while I read with Kendalynn, and each time when I closed it and put it on the desk he put his copy down and automatically folded his arms! It makes me happy to see the pattern that we're setting and the example that we're setting for our children. :) (and as soon as prayers are done, we're not sure why, but Logan squirms down and runs over to the fireplace, sits on the edge, and waits for everyone to come and give him his goodnight kisses. Then as I carry him upstairs he repeats in all these different "voices" of his night night. "nie nie, nie nie."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>Another silly story of Kendalynn really quick. It's not really uncommon for Kendalynn to get out of bed once or twice even when we lay her down at night. Sometimes she'll come all the way down, and sometimes I'll find her on the stairs just hanging out. So tonight I went to check the stairs just in case, and noticed the light I plug in the hallway upstairs was unplugged and on the ground, cause when you pull it out it turns into a flashlight. (which when you pull it out the end turns into a flash light, which I've used to help her find things in the middle of the night. rag, pacifier, certain toys, etc...) So I assumed she was wandering in places she shouldn't be, and was surprised when I got upstairs that she was nowhere to be found and her door was almost closed like normal. I got the light and went in her room where she was under the covers going to sleep, and she explained very sweetly that her cup was "gone" and she had to use the light to find it, and it was back now so she was going to bed. :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>I just love my kids. They're so sweet and wonderful and I love how well they play together.</div><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/-RSJ9gYkM3cI/TV3gW2Dw7jI/AAAAAAAAAs0/St1K_IPMBSg/s320/IMG_0039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574858596827590194" />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266868075829356785noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-41115745701120381732011-02-12T12:54:00.001-05:002011-02-12T12:54:11.878-05:00progress!<p><a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/TVbJA_A66eI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/GC_IdJ7V9D0/IMAG0024.jpg'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/TVbJA_A66eI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/GC_IdJ7V9D0/s400/IMAG0024.jpg' /></a></p>I got the stitches out last week and things are going good. I still had to keep my pinky wrapped and taped cause it wasn't sealing up, and you can see its still scabbed but it almost doesn't hurt at all! I'll be excited when I get all the feeling back..in about a year. (I'll tell you..its much harder to play rockband when I can't tell if I'm pushing the button down all the way cause I can't feel it!)<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266868075829356785noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662129525561659094.post-61104398894918819742011-02-11T13:52:00.001-05:002011-02-11T13:52:26.409-05:00silly girl<p><a href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/TVWFUZKLGZI/AAAAAAAAAsM/RgC5cNw7RNg/IMAG0022.jpg'><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Rx1uiiiwhzE/TVWFUZKLGZI/AAAAAAAAAsM/RgC5cNw7RNg/s400/IMAG0022.jpg' /></a></p>So last night half of Belle's face got scratched off as you can see. Yikes. A certain little girl won't admit that she did it, but as she's been playing I suddenly heard some interesting conversations going on with Belle, and Noah. (yes..as in Noah and the ark.) <br/> <br/> Noah: what happened to your face? <br/> Belle: I don't know. <br/> Noah: tell the truth! <br/> Belle: I don't know! <br/> Noah: tell the truth again! <br/> Belle: I scratched it off last night. <br/> Noah: oh. Don't do that. We only color on paper! <br/> <br/> She's a little bizarre, but I couldn't love my little nut job anymore. She cracks me up all day with her silly imagination, and I love listening to her play!<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16266868075829356785noreply@blogger.com2