tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221639112024-02-07T18:37:36.094-07:00More Than You Bargained Fornorthwesternbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13237516382815234504noreply@blogger.comBlogger284125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22163911.post-30297009934002852722016-04-18T11:54:00.000-06:002017-03-28T11:48:17.561-06:00An UpdateThe last time I set about to update my blog, it was January 2015. Now, it's April 2016 and I'm finally back to actually make an update. So, welcome to that update!<br />
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For those of you who don't know, C and I have been working for the last five years to gain financial independence. My employer has been really, really great to me over the last decade, but I do not want to depend on someone else for stability my entire life. I want to be the boss, as they say, and make the rules. C has always had the same goal. It's probably what attracted me to him in the first place. Also, he's extremely driven, and so hardworking that it's TOO much sometimes. He and I are 100% dedicated to achieving our goals.<br />
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Currently, our main goal is to gain the resources needed to be able to pursue our next goals. That's how it all works, right? Right. How are we doing that? Well, you've probably seen on Facebook that we own and operate <a href="http://www.customelectricpublishing.com/">Custom Electric Publishing</a>, but what you might not know is that we are a research and development company that has created an entirely new way to publish content online. The magazine we published, <a href="http://www.ingredientsmagazine.com/">Ingredients Magazine</a>, was a testing ground for C's theories about fast and; efficient creation of custom webpages that actually look like printed pages but are lightweight and universally compatible. What I didn't realize at the time was that C and his research assistant were developing a way to change the Internet as we know it.<br />
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I don't want to sound boastful by any means, but I am 100% confident that someday in the future, some of you will be getting interviewed for the documentary about C's life. You'll be able to talk about how you know him and me before we changed the world. He is determined to leave his mark, and after 6 years of being his partner, I understand that he is tenacious enough to do it.<br />
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For the last year and a half we've been focused purely on fundraising and networking to get the product in front of the right people. It's been a frustrating and enlightening experience. What have I learned? I learned that the business environment in my state is a straight up boys club, and they've somehow managed to redefine the stages of venture capital funding. Despite that, we have made some advantageous local connections that believe in our product and want to see it come into fruition, but none that have the capital to make it happen.<br />
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Thankfully, we snagged the attention of a very busy, international venture capitalist early on in the process. Although we were too small of an operation for him to invest in right away, he helped us along, offering guidance for the direction we should go to really attract the publishing industry, and eventually getting our product in front of the right person. He believes in our product and, of course, he's going to be benefiting from its progress too.<br />
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So, CEP's patent for this new digital publishing method is about to be acquired by a large publishing technology conglomerate. This end to which we've been working is truly better than I could have hoped. C is going to get the development lab he wants so that he can continue to improve upon his work, and I am going to have the resources to finally pursue my passions. It honestly seems surreal to the point that I feel like even talking about it too much might jinx the whole thing. But, our venture capitalist assures us that it will happen, so I am cautiously optimistic yet holding onto a good amount of skepticism.<br />
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If it does happen, though, chances are really good that I'll be bought out of my CEP ownership for cash and shares of the conglomerate. I can't even speculate what that figure is going to be, but rest assured I'll be negotiating fiercely for a fair share of this potentially world-altering technology. Idealy, it will be enough to liberate me from the corporate world and allow me to pursue my love of <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/thenorthwesternbelle">all things crafty</a> full time. Also, a younger sibling for Baby Boy and Honey B, obviously.<br />
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So, that's where we are at this moment. Thanks for reading my update, and for caring about what's going on over here in my world. Fingers crossed, next time I've got really, really good news.northwesternbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13237516382815234504noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22163911.post-79891634380466703332014-11-18T13:27:00.000-07:002014-11-18T13:27:01.352-07:00And Then, There Were Two...<div class="mobile-photo">
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So, you are probably wondering where the heck this second child suddenly came from. I don't blame you. Who randomly starts posting pictures of a four-year old girl with captions like "Siblings" and "Two kids"? Me. Because if there's one thing I've learned in life it's that you can't control everything.<br />
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Case in point: sometimes a four-year-old girl shows up on your mother-in-law's doorstep with one of your husband's exes claiming that he's the father, and a DNA test confirms it to be true. Then, she comes to live with you.<br />
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Totally common, right? No? Oh, well it's just me, then.<br />
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That's really the long and the short of it. We found out about her when she was practically abandoned by her mother at my Mother in Law's house in NM at the beginning of October. There's a local peace-of-mind DNA testing service that sent a collection kit to my MIL, which she mailed back, and C went to get swabbed. The test results came back within days: 99.95% chance of relationship.<br />
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Good enough for me. Congratulations, C! It's a girl. So we headed to NM the week of Halloween to bring her home.<br />
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The poor thing has been through a lot in her short life, most of which we will probably never even know. What do we know? She probably lived in a car for some extended period of time with her mother and maternal grandmother. She has watched at least a dozen of their pets die or be discarded (including a cat that "jumped" out of the window of their car while it was moving). She is always concerned about how much money we have. She can't read yet but recognizes places like Walgreens (go potty!), various different motel chains, Walmart, McDonalds, and talks about helping pitch a tent at the KOA. On our drive home from NM, she asked several times about having to sleep in the car. We bought her the first bed she's ever had.<br />
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She eats like a champ. She has very little muscle on her arms and legs, and has gained 10 to 15 pounds in the couple of months that she's been in our care. At least you can't see her ribs anymore. She weighs the same as Baby Boy, but she is a good few inches taller than him. We've been told that she's allergic to nuts and apples, but we've yet to confirm that. Mostly, she's a normal, inquisitive, helpful and chatty four-year old girl who is happy to be in a stable environment with two parents that love her and a brother to play with.<br />
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Siblings.</div>
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We're hoping that a judge in Utah will agree that she's better off with us. Considering the circumstances of her arrival at my MIL's house last month, it shouldn't be hard to convince anyone that that's the case. I guess we'll see, though. Family court is always scary, and we're currently in the midst of deciding which state will take the case; cross your fingers that since she's here and we're residents, the Utah court will accept jurisdiction.<br />
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In the mean time, we're trying to make her life with us as normal as possible. We've already established a pretty good routine; C & I are so proud of ourselves for getting both kids bathed and in bed before 8:30 pm on most nights! Having two kids has definitely been an adjustment, but the facts that B can talk and is potty trained make things a lot easier. She calls her brother "Lil Baby," though they're only 10 months apart. Yup, Irish Twins. B gets the pleasure of meeting my entire family next week when we see them for Thanksgiving. I think she'll like us--we're pretty awesome.<br />
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So, there you have it: the story of how and why I have two kids now.northwesternbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13237516382815234504noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22163911.post-1285373288674820542013-01-22T17:16:00.000-07:002013-01-22T17:16:37.856-07:00Picture Round UpSo, it's a new year, and I had big plans for writing a Year in Review post and what not, but then life happened and keeps happening, so this will have to do.
I know you're all wondering what Colt has been up to. Well, if you haven't been keeping up with him on FB (i.e. you've been living under a rock), wonder no more. He's 18 months and going strong! The following are in no particular order:
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Baby boy likes going to the grocery store with Daddy.<br />
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Lil boy has had a hard morning of adventuring at the grocery store.<br />
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Yes? (this photo is from yesterday, for the record)<br />
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Someone got some toothies coming in (this is from today!)<br />
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This is a pic I got in response to a mid-morning text I sent to C inquiring about how my boys were. Colt was still in those PJs when I got home. BC that's how we roll.<br />
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So, not too many, but enough to tide you over until I have more than five minutes to blog...which will likely be never, considering the state of things currently, and considering the schedule of events for the next two months. In February, we'll be off to San Antonio to see Honey GG! The highlight of that trip will definitely be the fact that I bought Colt his own seat on the plane. Then, in March, we'll head back up to my frigid hometown to celebrate my little brother's wedding, again....they got hitched in January, but the reception is in March...it's complicated, but it means we'll be back in ID before temperatures are back above freezing. Aaaaaand the Spring semester ends in May, so plan on me resurfacing at that point. northwesternbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13237516382815234504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22163911.post-588995841755807362012-12-03T16:51:00.001-07:002012-12-03T16:51:37.836-07:00November ShmovemberOkay, enough with the angry political rantings. Let's get back to what you all really want to see/read about, shall we? That's right, I'm talking about this guy:<br />
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Yes, yes. He's getting big; trust me, I know. We were at the doctor's office last weekend and were happy to hear that he's actually had a growth spurt! Weighing in at 26.5 lbs and 31 inches long, this little dude just gets cuter by the day!<br />
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And here's the back of his head, bc it's also adorable. <br />
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Boxes aren't just <a href="http://mtybf.blogspot.com/search/label/Candy">Candy's</a> domain anymore. <br />
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I'm sure I've mentioned this before, but it bears repeating: I'm so happy he got my hair. I mean, just look at these curls!<br />
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They are getting out of control! And the layers just keep coming in. Soon enough he's going to have a full-on afro for sure. I almost feel bad for him, seeing what I went through as a child with curly hair, but I'm determined to let my bad experience help make his more positive. So far we've done pretty good, but of course he's too young to know any different. I've only had to snip out two knots so far, which I hated doing, but it was necessary. Even though he's not a fan, the locks get combed at least once per day now to prevent any more occurrences.<br />
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He got four new teeth in November, too. And we can attribute his recent growth spurt to his affinity for food. There is very little this child won't eat. The only thing that comes to mind at the moment is lettuce. <br />
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So that was Colt in November! I've already started collecting December photos for the blog, so stay tuned :)northwesternbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13237516382815234504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22163911.post-65799873739213536582012-11-09T18:04:00.000-07:002012-11-09T18:04:18.208-07:00Panem et circensesI've said this before, and I'll undoubtedly say it again, but my vote (and yours) doesn't count for anything. Why? Well, mostly because I live in Utah, but also because I live in the United States. Regardless, I cast my ballot for Libertarian Gary Johnson on Thursday, November 1 at the nearest designated early voting location to my home. Since then (well, and before then, too), I've been wondering why I even bother. While it's probably unusually pessimistic coming from me, I honestly believe that the system is rigged and what I think/have to say about it makes absolutely zero difference when it comes to who and what is really in control of the country (hint: it's money).<br />
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So, that being said, why did I even bother to vote? I'm starting to suspect it was purely for the self-portrait I got to post to Facebook and Instagram of me wearing the "I Voted Early" sticker (27 years old and I still give a damn about being accepted by my peers....FML). It might also have something to do with what my mom told me years ago: if you don't vote, you can't complain. I can see the logic in that: if you don't participate by voting, you don't get to complain about the way things turn out or the way things go after the election. Makes enough logical sense to have stuck with me all these years, but it doesn't negate the fact that the entire system is nothing more than a horse and pony show designed to keep the masses distracted from the genuine causes of our societal issues.<br />
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To escape from the madness of this seemingly endless presidential campaign I've been reading the Hunger Games trilogy again. It's fitting, I think, because the books' allegorical setting is so appropriate. In the last book, Mokingjay, Katniss finally finds out that her country's name, Panem, comes from the Latin phrase, panem et circenses. If you didn't know what this phrase meant before Suzanne Collins explained it, you're fired. Watch a PBS special once in a while, will you?<br />
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Do you get it yet? Distractions. They're all just distractions to keep us well fed and entertained so that we don't question the fact that our "democracy," or, more appropriately, "constitutional republic," is actually a plutocracy. The ever-increasing fervor over elections, American's expanding waistlines and shrinking IQs are all symptoms of the same disease that plagues us, which others have called "The Golden Rule." Only it's not the Golden Rule that they taught you in church. It's the one that Jafar taught us: the one with the gold makes the rules.<br />
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Republican, democrat, independent, whatever; I think we can all agree that the system is broken when corporations are awarded more consideration than individuals, and when more money than the majority of us will ever even dream about is spent trying to get one puppet into the theater instead of the other. Corporations are allowed to give as much money as they want in an election because, supposedly, it counts as free speech....<br />
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In my humble opinion, that's bull shit, but that fact only further illustrates my larger point: it's all just distraction. Putting on a good show, as Katniss is repeatedly reminded through the Hunger Games, and as I remind myself daily. All they want is a good show. "They," in this case, is anyone who obsesses over politics or any other aspect of our culture and lets the uneducated pundits . It's all distraction, and eventually we're going to pay the price for our ignorance.<br />
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So, why did I vote for Gary Johnson if it's all just one big spectacle? Again, mostly it was for the sticker, and so that I don't feel any residual guilt when I complain about the state of things. But if that's all I was after I might as well have voted for Barack Obama, whom I am still glad won because the alternative was, IMO, a quick and hasty return to the policies and procedures that got us all into this mess they're calling the Great Recession. <br />
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They say you should vote your conscience, so that's what I did. The thing about our current, two party system is that if a third party has at least 5 percent of the popular vote in one election, they can publicly finance a campaign in the next election. I was included in the historical 1 percent that cast my vote for the Libertarians in 2012. I don't agree 100 percent with the Libertarian platform, but I like their style. They believe in individual liberties, for the most part, and I feel like their the only ones that want to treat adults like adults by letting us make our own decisions. As far as I'm concerned, Libertarian is the only political party in this country that actually believes in what "freedom" is supposed to mean.<br />
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So, though I believe with every fiber of my being that the entire system in which we live has been carefully constructed by those at the top to keep themselves and no one else in the top position, from the tax laws to whatever it is that they pass off as television these days to the curriculum that they taught me and that they'll inevitably teach my son one day, I still participate in the spectacle because change has to come from within. The game is skewed, yes, but those of us caught in it have to continue fighting by their rules for our rights to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. They give us an opportunity to make our voices heard, so we have to take that chance.<br />
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Of course, if we are really going to win, we'll have to get over our petty differences and united against the real evil. We need, just like Katniss did, to remember who the real enemy is. It's not the opposing party. It's not liberal hippies or the right-wing nut jobs. It's not what the media, from all sides, works hard to convince you it is. In fact, it's everything the media tries to convince us it isn't. It's the Capitol; the oligarchs It's the really wealthy handful of people that have been running the country and the rest of the world for the last 30+ years. The ones at the top of the pyramid, as it were, only the economic pyramid is really just a funnel used to move dollars into their own pockets and keep the economy in their control. They're the ones that made this election cycle into the all-consuming clusterfuck that it was by pumping more money into it than many countries in this world even make in a year. It certainly wasn't me contributing record-breaking amounts of cash to the nominees.<br />
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It's too bad that their propaganda is so effective at deflecting our attention. The whole thing has been constructed over years into one, state of the art brainwashing machine. The good news is that there does seem to be some progress. With such far-left wing ideas as marriage equality and marijuana legalization becoming a reality, even such staunch conservatives like <a href="http://youtu.be/kxjXcDT8pzk">Rush Limbaugh and Bill O'Reilly</a> are <strike>starting to</strike> being forced to admit that the fundamentalist era has come to an end.<br />
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Perhaps it's just the optimist in me, but it seems like we're coming around. We're taking longer than other parts of the civilized world to get there, but this election season was very telling about the way attitudes are changing in the United States. Tolerance, it seems, is becoming more than just something the extremists tolerate; it's the law of the land in Maine and Maryland, now, along with other important states like Iowa and New York. Socialized medicine, if you can really call it that, is too, and while Obamacare is far from perfect, it is at least a step toward the altruistic attitude that is going to get the human race past the point that we will destroy ourselves just to prove a selfish point about who has the bigger gun.<br />
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Speaking of which, just to prove that I'm not the liberal lunatic you think I am, I'm seriously considering buying myself a gun for Christmas. It'll go in the Zombie Apocalypse box with the walkie talkies.northwesternbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13237516382815234504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22163911.post-80950606487720380462012-10-23T10:00:00.002-06:002012-10-23T10:01:49.006-06:00September 2012I didn't realize it, but I've been collecting quite the array of pics of Colt in my To Be Blogged list. He's terribly cute these days, but he's hell on wheels as far as attitude goes. He wants what he wants and he wants it NOW! I suppose all kids are like this to some extent. I feel like the "terrible twos" started really early with this one. He doesn't want to sit quietly in the shopping cart any more, or even let me carry him to the car. He just wants to run free and wild without any regard to his own safety. Cars? Meh. I'm <a href="http://mtybf.blogspot.com/2012/09/august-2012-in-pictures.html">Superbaby</a>. Seriously, the monstrosity that is a child-leash may just become our new reality. C is still vehemently opposed, but that's only because he doesn't go out in public with Colt as often as I do. Maybe I should force him to so that he finally gets on board.... <br />
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Speaking of C: If you haven't heard yet, he's a mutant/way too stubborn to die. Remember when he got <a href="http://mtybf.blogspot.com/2012/07/a-birthday-in-new-mexico.html">violently ill in Albuquerque</a>? Turns out his appendix did burst while we were there, and all the while he was insisting that it was nothing more than stress and anxiety. Yeah, he's not allowed to decide when we go or don't go to the hospital any more. <br />
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So, the whole story reads thusly: He gets violently ill in Albuquerque, and then proceeds to lose about 45 pounds in a matter of six weeks. He was super fatigued and had very little appetite for a few months. Then, on a Sunday in October, he tells me he feels like he's having a relapse, so I insist he go to the InstaCare. They take his blood and schedule him for a CT scan on the following Thursday. The blood test revealed that he had an elevated white-blood cell count, but that could be anything.<br />
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Colt and I dropped C off at the clinic on that Thursday and headed to the park because, again, baby boy wants to run free and cannot be trusted in a waiting room full of old people. We were there for about an hour when C called and said "I might have to go into surgery now. They found a ton of abscesses in my abdomen and the clinic doc can't even find my appendix on the scans." The clinic doctor's eventual hypothesis was that C's appendix had burst, but the abscesses had kept the poison contained like a ziplock (which is, apparently, a medical term now). <br />
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Well, they put it out on the wire that a patient whose appendix burst three months ago need to know what was going on, and a surgeon who has seen it before stepped in and put C on the same antibiotics they use to treat anthrax exposure for two weeks. He's three days from being done with them, and they've made him feel all sorts of crappy over the last two weeks.<br />
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We got to sit down with the surgeon last Thursday, and he finally explained what actually happened. The abscesses are the result of infection, they aren't holding the infection in. The antibiotics are supposed to clear them up, and once the infection is gone they'll go in to remove what's left of C's appendix via outpatient procedure. His next CT scan is on Nov. 15, so we'll know more about when the surgery is actually going to be at that point. <br />
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Moral of the story? My husband is Wolverine's long-lost cousin and cannot be killed. I'm really okay with that.<br />
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This series cracks me up! He's pretending to sleep next to Gramma at Auntie's house. <br />
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Construction Colt! He's loving his giant legos...<br />
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He loves walking to McD's with Daddy for cheeseburgers!<br />
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I just can't get enough of that little face, even though he has started yelling at me pointedly.<br />
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Sleeping like an angel....it's the perfect disguise for a troublemaker.northwesternbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13237516382815234504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22163911.post-18280078642280111862012-09-11T17:29:00.001-06:002012-09-11T17:29:58.715-06:00August 2012 - In PicturesThis year, August was quite eventful. Aside from being my birthday month, we also made a somewhat last-minute decision to go to the courthouse and get officially married the weekend afterwards. Of course, the rest of the month naturally revolved around Colt, and this is what I've got to show for it: <br />
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Super baby (p.s. have I mentioned how much I love buying kids' clothes at the thrift store? Because I LOVE IT!) <br />
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Flowers <br />
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Yes, that's Candy's butt. She did this strange thing one day where she didn't run away from him. Instead, she moved slowly enough to let him "pet" her (which is more like grabbing and pulling handfulls of fur), then he cornered her and took his cuddles by force. I thought maybe we'd turned a corner and she was turning into <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-UKbDMfnuI">Patient Kitty</a>, but she has since returned to her anti-social ways. He loves to chase her around every chance he gets, though, and since she won't jump over the baby gate (weirdo), that happens pretty regularly. This type of thing gives me hope, though. At least she hasn't bitten him yet, even though there has been a fair amount of hissing and she managed to scratch him once with a back claw. Maybe there is hope for them after all!<br />
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Also, my hubby now has a porn-star mustache, and I'm totally okay with it. This is at the one Bees game we made it to this year, and it was on my birthday. Too bad I couldn't tell you who they were playing, but I can tell you that the Bees won :) <br />
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So, onto the wedding! These are all cell phone pics, courtesy of my BFF. Promise I'll post more when I get around to it.... <br />
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Mawage. Mawage is what bwings us togefer today... Yes, we're both wearing Tuxedo T-Shirts, bc that is how I roll. Colt's was blue:<br />
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The first photo of us officially married. <br />
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As per tradition, we dined at Mimi's Cafe after the blessed event. The service was not up to par, and not everyone enjoyed their food, so that's lame. But Colt sure does love his Gramma (and vice versa) <br />
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We hosted a party afterwards to celebrate (with Jello-shots, because how else do you celebrate getting married?) There was a carrot cake, which we proceeded to cut while Colt was trying to bite my toes... <br />
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He's got a toe fetish, and it's crazy weird, but I know it's our fault. Just like it's our fault that he thinks it's funny to bite because we do so to tickle him. He doesn't quite realize yet that biting can also hurt. We're working on that. <br />
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So, that's pretty much it. Oh yeah, we did finally make it to the pediatrician for Colt's 12 month appointment. <br />
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He weighs 23 pounds and is 29.75 inches tall. I heart this little chub mucho!northwesternbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13237516382815234504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22163911.post-32140270680470523422012-07-21T18:37:00.000-06:002012-07-21T18:38:55.444-06:00A Birthday in New Mexico!My baby boy is not a baby any more. He's a little boy, now, and technically a toddler, so he's all over the damn place! He turned 1 on July 8, a day we spent exploring Grandmommy's house while C was violently ill. C was, in fact, violently ill for four of the six days we spent in New Mexico, and we ended up staying an extra day longer than we'd planned. Aside from Dad being sick the whole time, though, it was a great trip. I got a chance to get to know my MIL and her partner better, and they got to spend quality time watching the baby practice walking (by the time we left he was a pro). I totally lucked out when it comes to in-laws, by the way. Colt's grandmoms and his great grandparents are freaking awesome.<br />
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She loves his guts.<br />
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In case you're wondering (I know you are), it's a 12 hour drive.<br />
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12 hours of this. More or less. Except through American Fork Canyon, which was beautiful and terrifying. Okay, it wasn't that bad, but it would be in any kind of weather besides sunny with occasional smoke. We did it all in one day. <br />
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He was a champ! I mean, it took us 12 hours, and my inside information tells me that without a child it can be done in 9 to 9.5 hours. So, with a child, maybe we did make good time, maybe we didn't. All I know is that it took us 12 hours both ways. And that my car gets AWESOME gas mileage on the freeway (perhaps bc I was going the posted speed limit most of the way....). <br />
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We did, eventually, throw a the little dude a birthday party. Grandmommy bought two cakes! And a ton of gifts. And he got the bomb ride from our newest friends, the Fosdicks. <br />
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Beep beep! And don't worry, he figured out how to climb off of it himself within minutes. We're still working on getting on. His poor little legs are just short a bit short is all ;) It did take him about four days to figure out how to crawl through our clever baby gate, though. <br />
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Also, Spongebob pajamas are proof that this guy looks adorable in ANYTHING. Heaven help us if he has a sister. Anyway. He got lots of other stuff, and spent most of the days wandering around the living room looking at things he was under strict orders not to touch (ps, he listens to "NO" pretty well about 75 percent of the time) and treating the floor like his own personal dust buffet. Can anyone tell me how to break a baby of the putting-everything-in-his-mouth habit? I've about given up on getting anything that makes it all the way in out on account of the fact that he's got teeth and now knows how to use them.<br />
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The party was awesome--pics are on facebook, and I'm sure we've all seen them already. Baby Boy loved the frosting! There is video of the whole thing, though I'm not entirely sure what it looks like because the 13 year old was in charge of the video camera while Grandmommy supervised the cake eating and Mom took the pictures. Perhaps I'll eventually get around to editing it into something watchable, but that's not likely going to be in the near future on account of the essay I should be writing right this second and similar scholarly/business pursuits of mine.<BR><BR>We will be throwing another party for the Baby Boy at home next weekend, so there will be more baby-covered-in-cake pictures to come!northwesternbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13237516382815234504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22163911.post-69108127150475575272012-06-12T11:19:00.000-06:002012-06-12T11:19:43.154-06:00Family Pics and 11 Months AlreadyWell these have been sitting around for about a month, so it's prob time to post, eh? Here's my new nephew and his family: <br />
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So happy :) I have to say that I'm really, really glad my sister and her hubby live in the same place as I do. Life would really suck for me if I couldn't see my nephews on a regular basis. Anyway, here's one with Grandma and her three grandbaby boys:<br />
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We've definitely got some silly boys on our hands.<br />
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Anyhow. My baby is 11 months old and that's crazy. He's as cute as ever, though, if not more so because he's just getting smarter by the day. Plus his hair is coming in thick and curly, which is awesome. I literally cannot get enough of him! I mean, how can ANYONE resist this little dude?<br />
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Answer: They can't! Even Candy is getting more tolerant of him.
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Do you see that? They're practically cuddling! But of course that's about as much slobber-soaked affection as Candy can handle.</div>
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She tolerates his advances more and more every day, and that's probably thanks to the fact that his dad has been really good about teaching Colt how to be gentle with all of the puppies that live in our area. He hasn't even tried to pull Candy's hair or tail once, so I think one day she'll stop fleeing from him. Maybe. She's still not at all sold on C, but he's better at scaring her than the baby is.<br />
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So, he's not walking yet, but he moves around just fine and he can take a couple of tentative steps on his own. He gets excited and flails, though, which causes him to lose his balance and topple. It's really quite adorable. We had our first swim a couple of weekends ago and he was a champ! I can't wait to take him again, but I've gotta secure a plastic diaper protector thingy (technical term) before we can reenter the complex's pool. He's got swim diapers, of course, but apparently the rules stipulate extra protection. He really liked the water, though, and I think he'll end up being a water baby like I was even though his daddy hates being wet (weirdo!).<br />
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For his first birthday we'll be headed to Albuquerque to see his Grandmommy. We haven't seen her since February, and she just spent some time in the hospital, so we are beyond excited to see her and her partner, Grandma Jag. I've never spent any sort of time in Albuquerque as an adult, but C lived there for three years so I'm looking forward to seeing and experiencing some of the places he's told me about. In particular, a Mexican food restaurant that is, apparently, the very best he's ever had, and he lived in L.A. for a long time so that's saying something. The drive is probably going to suck, but I'm really excited about being there to spend some time with my mother-in-law.<br />
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In non-baby-related news (wtf? I know, no one cares, but this is MY blog after all, not his): the two courses I'm taking this semester have both been remarkably easy so far. I guess that's because they're both 1000 level courses that I've just been avoiding. One of them is Computer Information Systems 1020 and it is basically Computers 101. I tried my damnedest to test out of it, but apparently I don't know Microsoft Office 2010 well enough (because we're still using the 2007 version at work). So, I just sucked it up and registered for probably the fourth time and didn't drop it this go around. I can't say that I have learned much, but I have been finding it rather ironic: one of the texts we have to read is an e-book. Let that sink in for a minute. I'll wait.<br />
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Yes, an e-book about learning to use a computer. Seriously, the last two chapters I read covered things like mice, keyboards, printers and how to use the internet. My first three tests were on the MS desktop and using the Internet, and I took them all ONLINE. I mean...c'mon! Doesn't the fact that I can even access the information prove that I KNOW HOW TO USE A COMPUTER??? Apparently not.<br />
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I'm not complaining too much, though, because let's face it: easy three credits. And it is community college, so what can I really expect? The good news is that when this term is over I'll have four semesters left before I legitimately have a college degree! At that point it will have only taken me nearly 12 years, but it'll be done!<br />
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<br /></div>northwesternbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13237516382815234504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22163911.post-13940873824662949792012-05-14T15:28:00.001-06:002012-05-14T15:28:10.287-06:0010 Months and A Brand New One!It seems I've fallen into the whole "mommy blogger" thing where the only thing I ever post about is my baby. I don't want to be that mom, but seriously, look at this kid:
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This boy and his daddy really are my whole world, these days, despite the fact that I had a job and friends and a whole identity before they came along. I wouldn't trade them for anything, though, because they are both just so damn cute. It's funny how cute boys still have a way of making me kind of stupid. Oh well. They're worth it ;-) This little dude is just getting bigger and bigger, and smarter and smarter, which is the scary part. He's got no less than four teeth in the process of coming in at the moment, so he's been feverish and clingy for the last couple of weeks. He sleeps like a champ, and though we can't contain him any more, his eagerness to explore everything keeps us entertained at least. My older sister loves to point out how he's just like me, and it's true. Independent, stubborn, curly red hair and he even sucks his thumb like I did as a baby. If his chin was just a little bit more pronounced and his lips were much fuller, he'd be me in miniature for reals.<br />
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Much to his surprise, Colt is no longer the littlest! Say hello to my newest nephie poo, Carter:
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He looks JUST LIKE HIS MOM in this pic. I love it! And, of course, Chris is already taking his big brother responsibilities very seriously.<br />
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Carter was born on Mother's Day, and only after about two weeks worth of false starts. And, of course, he decided it was time about three hours after his grandparents left town again thinking he'd stay put for a few days. That's about long enough for them to get home from here. We're all really stoked that he's arrived, though, particularly Grandma (who basically turned around and headed back immediately after she got home on Saturday). She just loves her grandbabies so much, and, I mean, can you blame her? Look at the older two:<br />
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Adorable. And holy crap, Colt's hair is red for reals, but they look a lot alike, yes? One of the nurses assumed they were brothers yesterday. I'm so glad that Colt will have a cousin that is close to his age. Less than a year apart! And yes, it hasn't escaped any one's notice that my parents' grandkids' names so far all start with C. Chris, Colt and Carter. Grandma calls Colt "Chris" pretty regularly. And to make it even more so, Chris and Carter both have the same initials: CPT. We are really good at the name game, obviously. It's okay to be envious of our talents ;-)<br />
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His hair is coming in thick, and I can already tell that it grows in the exact same patterns mine does. I should probably feel really bad for him--curls like mine aren't easy to maintain, particularly for a child--but it's so dang cute that I just can't. I wonder if any baby of mine has a chance at straight hair. Probably not. Particularly since C's hair is so curly too. I'm gushing again, I know, but I just can't get over it. So stinking cute. <br />
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Anyway. He's just getting bigger and bigger by the day. 19 pounds 9 oz at the last weigh in. He's pretty much your model baby size, honestly. He goes through clothing at the expected rate, almost like clockwork. Right now C and I are buying him adorable t-shirts and moving away from onesies. I love onesies, personally, but C has a good point about them: you can't get to his belly easily. T-shirts, on the other hand, give us access to the best tickle spots at all times. And in our quest to make him laugh, access to the belly is vital.<br />
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Anyhow. Work is the same as it usually is, except that our busy season ended more abruptly than usual. I passed both of my licensing exams with 10 more percentage points than I technically needed, so that was awesome. I'm still waiting for the update in my licensing status to be effective in all the different states, which is going to take a few more weeks. So for now it's business as usual. <br />
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These boys make leaving for work hard and coming home exciting :)northwesternbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13237516382815234504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22163911.post-30822099454779735532012-03-29T13:42:00.003-06:002012-03-29T14:21:21.876-06:00Busy Busy Busy: It Never Ends!First off: This baby boy is only getting more adorable by the day.<a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash3/530660_10150659088898721_712888720_9436492_561728073_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 960px; height: 640px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash3/530660_10150659088898721_712888720_9436492_561728073_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>He's just this beautiful. You'll have to forgive me for gushing. Right this very second he's in his play pit (which was formerly our awesome adult seating area in the living room) playing with his toys and babbling away. He's getting better every day at entertaining himself over there with his toys. He's climbing all over everything. I honestly cannot keep him contained for very long. And, I'm pretty convinced that he's going to skip over crawling and go straight to walking. I mean, he still scoots around on his belly using that right leg to push himself forward, but he no longer seems interested in actually crawling. He is interested in getting to nearest vertical object and pulling himself up. And over, if he can manage it. He's fearless, of course, but it's his parents' fault. We may or may not throw him around all the time because it makes him laugh. Why is baby laughter like crack? His mom and dad will do anything to make him smile. <br /><br />Anyway. I can't babble. I've got too much to do and not enough time to do it in. The Spring 2012 issue of <a href="http://www.ingredientsmagazineslc.com">Ingredients</a> is being published this weekend, and then I take the General Securities Principal (Series 10) licensing exam next Thursday. The majority of my free time (i.e. the brief minutes between the blocks of time I spend sleeping, at work and making faces at my baby) is dedicated to studying for this damn test. So, I'm pretty excited about having it over with, even though it only means that I'll have two weeks to cram for the second part of the license, Options Principal (Series 9), which is scheduled for April 19. I've got about 10 more finals (2-3 hours each) to take before I'll feel anywhere close to comfortable taking the actual Series 10 exam. It sucks, is what I'm saying. It will be worth it, but it totally sucks right this very second.<br /><br />So, my house is a total disaster, I'm frazzled about the magazine and the exam, and I feel guilty about the time I don't get to spend with my boys. I love them so much, and if it were up to me I'd spend every moment of every day with them :)northwesternbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13237516382815234504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22163911.post-52454927593915715292012-02-19T11:45:00.005-07:002012-02-19T12:09:52.371-07:00January 2012 Photo Update<div align="center">I'm totally fired from blogging. In my defense, January was crazy and February has been so far too. So, whatever. Here are some pictures!<br /><br /></div><br /><p class="mobile-photo" align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjiq7n1CpKdf6L0Bp40ppeHayTydvzgpv2Cjdew9M_b9S4b-2TL8gRQXK_bTMNUkqUVgmKFX_FQb6C8-brnVfpCEM8SgKqBcUEe5kUAFNmSHqgc3S2XtZW4fAGz_LfO7DFppVphw/s1600/IMAG1530-716918.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710921022018592754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjiq7n1CpKdf6L0Bp40ppeHayTydvzgpv2Cjdew9M_b9S4b-2TL8gRQXK_bTMNUkqUVgmKFX_FQb6C8-brnVfpCEM8SgKqBcUEe5kUAFNmSHqgc3S2XtZW4fAGz_LfO7DFppVphw/s320/IMAG1530-716918.jpg" /></a></p><br /><div align="center">This is the baby boy at 6 months. Isn't he precious?? I heart him.<br /><br /></div><br /><p class="mobile-photo" align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh3_ySckBY7udSDse_84Pv0b-PLxYcaBde8IwKs3c4egs4_yrzWp_cycHacx7oGc1r32FXr9MHqDU12NTqMjZ0D-djLdl3NC2ntDd37ejlafNRQoRcUx-SqO_aUR-2go7zmTFvgw/s1600/IMAG1542-718057.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710921024566990178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh3_ySckBY7udSDse_84Pv0b-PLxYcaBde8IwKs3c4egs4_yrzWp_cycHacx7oGc1r32FXr9MHqDU12NTqMjZ0D-djLdl3NC2ntDd37ejlafNRQoRcUx-SqO_aUR-2go7zmTFvgw/s320/IMAG1542-718057.jpg" /></a></p><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><p class="mobile-photo" align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1H69DxLlzdQrqOvbu0sbMRR2vLyXRlcHBX58ctzeY9DnXGvO_kVBRzq-Tkz35in73iaGd8TOD6_13GxoJs4s76nwvLCclc6sMDJKOyMJK4z1wlFaChzXjYDV2OuM1x2R4m7XCqQ/s1600/IMAG1548-722491.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710921047280513890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1H69DxLlzdQrqOvbu0sbMRR2vLyXRlcHBX58ctzeY9DnXGvO_kVBRzq-Tkz35in73iaGd8TOD6_13GxoJs4s76nwvLCclc6sMDJKOyMJK4z1wlFaChzXjYDV2OuM1x2R4m7XCqQ/s320/IMAG1548-722491.jpg" /></a></p><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><p class="mobile-photo" align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirw5PTH96X4uPBg41ngd1zThnn9BpdxQUq5gxDVu9FUaDdNp9QD_YuPW6J_EW_zExgkbWEFL5Ktm0CGgnJMLhzZrVJRTVCGSHMkW-YnBx2ebK4RrvEbpbq7Jgtt1xl0bgiT_ql6Q/s1600/IMAG1572-723852.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710921054263505170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirw5PTH96X4uPBg41ngd1zThnn9BpdxQUq5gxDVu9FUaDdNp9QD_YuPW6J_EW_zExgkbWEFL5Ktm0CGgnJMLhzZrVJRTVCGSHMkW-YnBx2ebK4RrvEbpbq7Jgtt1xl0bgiT_ql6Q/s320/IMAG1572-723852.jpg" /></a></p><br /><div align="center">These pics were taken while we were in Texas last month, visiting Baby Boy's greatgrandma (Honey GG). Don't you just love his little hat?? It was really awesome being there and meeting the woman that C respects and loves more than any other. And, of course, she loved meeting that baby. I'll post more pictures of that trip sometime soon when I'm at my own computer.<br /><br />These ones are just a random sampling of pictures taken on my phone in January 2012:<br /></div><br /><p class="mobile-photo" align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI-A6Q8fRyqQSMu8_RlqWEJoGU-8Lj7BQO64kKseNP52kS7s5ZlHcqbHCFI_1jMOw2ioqAmWH65O3V5qy1M45-9Zpa2SLAX2RisipiB_KgokAnhsj-fzpkCM5hgBf50OgPMcB4Cg/s1600/IMAG1589-725347.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710921057613443330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI-A6Q8fRyqQSMu8_RlqWEJoGU-8Lj7BQO64kKseNP52kS7s5ZlHcqbHCFI_1jMOw2ioqAmWH65O3V5qy1M45-9Zpa2SLAX2RisipiB_KgokAnhsj-fzpkCM5hgBf50OgPMcB4Cg/s320/IMAG1589-725347.jpg" /></a></p><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><p class="mobile-photo" align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfScYlKnWQxSIsW_dRw1ayXtjGAhYrDPE89frvwDUU0am5370yvh7VSNnG2LqD2CVKjb0RuOK7uNpVRukzqXN0ES8H4N_nUUqetCA2TgtXSCUmuKAEW0dgRWdkO_OBdMWyDRSb-A/s1600/IMAG1604-748174.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710921585921480178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfScYlKnWQxSIsW_dRw1ayXtjGAhYrDPE89frvwDUU0am5370yvh7VSNnG2LqD2CVKjb0RuOK7uNpVRukzqXN0ES8H4N_nUUqetCA2TgtXSCUmuKAEW0dgRWdkO_OBdMWyDRSb-A/s320/IMAG1604-748174.jpg" /></a></p><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><p class="mobile-photo" align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT9Q4XhEzi0lNgPLA-SQXdgCPesjU0RSzjspaoNpWJQBKXSImsWWfAtLiNxtTjNZBabN7hiNuG6zD_B-Wzoa9xESN3e9f7_7LmBqf1Ngeom72PWmV9SgmP2A-fMM8pb2twbPoQAA/s1600/IMAG1613-749902.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710921592780576386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT9Q4XhEzi0lNgPLA-SQXdgCPesjU0RSzjspaoNpWJQBKXSImsWWfAtLiNxtTjNZBabN7hiNuG6zD_B-Wzoa9xESN3e9f7_7LmBqf1Ngeom72PWmV9SgmP2A-fMM8pb2twbPoQAA/s320/IMAG1613-749902.jpg" /></a></p><br /><div align="center"><br />No, it's not consequence that "random" sampling of pics from my phone are all of the Baby Boy. He's really my only subject these days.<br /><br />Oh, and also of note in January, this bad boy:<br /></div><br /><p class="mobile-photo" align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinum1mNkvEE7oZKduv659RdfarDUQPiOBzhJoG2rOCGH0-BbKxei3OsqQme5TANwnI1bbKj5dOUOu7pIgTljhYKD_dBVL73mKF03mHH1zYMOgwewJeYyrpNJYabrV37Wg3feTosA/s1600/IMAG1595-745961.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710921581228522162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinum1mNkvEE7oZKduv659RdfarDUQPiOBzhJoG2rOCGH0-BbKxei3OsqQme5TANwnI1bbKj5dOUOu7pIgTljhYKD_dBVL73mKF03mHH1zYMOgwewJeYyrpNJYabrV37Wg3feTosA/s320/IMAG1595-745961.jpg" /></a></p><br /><div align="center">It's a Colt Revolver (get it???). There is still some work to be done, and eventually I'll add onto it, but this was as far as Sue and I got during the first session. I may or may not be addicted to ink...</div>northwesternbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13237516382815234504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22163911.post-23006532789803361332012-01-05T05:30:00.006-07:002012-01-07T07:40:16.752-07:00Good Riddance 2011 - Hello 2012!I have been trying like the dickens to get this post out for days. A couple of days ago I had it all written up and everything, then Blogger had an epic fail and lost it. So I said eff this and decided then and there not to do it at all. Obviously I've changed my decision, because here I am. I am opting to try again now because I have already arrived, bright eyed and bushy tailed at 5:30 a.m. on a Thursday, to work on my day off (gotta get those dollar bills, y'all). I wish I could honestly blame the Baby Boy for waking up at 3:30 a.m. while he's sleeping in my bedroom (he knows I'm there, so he won't go back to sleep), but I know it's not his fault that I put him to bed at 7 p.m. thinking he'd wake up again around 9, as he usually does, for a bath and more food and then letting him continue sleeping when he didn't wake up on his own. The poor boy is hungry! I actually fed him twice before I came to work, and I'm only hoping that he went back to sleep after the second bottle.<br /><br />Anyway! 2011 is long gone, and yet its still causing me issues thanks to this post. I'm thinking now (because it's January 5) that I don't really need to review the year in detail, because you all have been following me all year, right? Right. We all know that my 2011 was all about the Baby Boy, as we found out on January 19 that he was on his way. He was born on July 8, one week past his due date, at 7 lb 7 0z and 20 inches long. The rest is, literally, history! And it's here, on this blog for you to enjoy if you need a refresher ;-)<br /><br />It is definitely worth noting that C and I successfully launched and went onto publishe six issues of <a href="http://www.ingredientsmagazineslc.com">Ingredients Magazine</a> in 2011, starting in June. That's right, six issues published while dealing with a newborn. How do you like them apples?<br /><br />Oh, there is one more thing about 2011 that cannot be overlooked: C and I got engaged on December 15. Check it out:<br /><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpJGdAzECI3s1D1ErGw_5Zhzsn2l_1tkasXvQLakix4MUZCAsCokyfqTri1b5E_x9Xjqr2JxCWqYx9d2cAYx8uQGAs7x5nrnqQAFJ1dqh0h0V_2cVBUjV1rjkeWLeOaEZhD3nsrg/s1600/IMAG1417-1-791714.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694128024020434306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpJGdAzECI3s1D1ErGw_5Zhzsn2l_1tkasXvQLakix4MUZCAsCokyfqTri1b5E_x9Xjqr2JxCWqYx9d2cAYx8uQGAs7x5nrnqQAFJ1dqh0h0V_2cVBUjV1rjkeWLeOaEZhD3nsrg/s320/IMAG1417-1-791714.jpg" /></a></p>Bam. It's a portugese cut peridot if you are wondering, in white gold with white diamonds in the setting. I think that the colored stone throws people off because no one expects an engagement ring to be anything other than a diamond. In my mind, diamonds are overpriced and undersized. I wanted something BIG and colorful, because you know that's how I roll. The peridot is August's birthstone, and they are formed in volcanic eruptions. C has a thing for volcanos, and even has some raw peridot from a volcano in New Mexico. He was concerned about buying a peridot ring because they aren't always the bright green color they should be. As you can see, we found one with great color :)<br /><br />So that's all there is to be said about 2011. Now it's full steam ahead onto 2012, which I think is going to be awesome. It's starting out with a trip to Canyon Lake, TX this month to meet Chris's grandma, Honey GG (that's greatgrandma for you folks playing along at home). Yes, we are flying with the baby. No, I'm not at all excited about it (the traveling part, that is. Being there will be awesome). Yes, it will be worth it, though, for Honey GG to meet her first great-grandbaby and grand-daughter-in-law (is that a thing? It is now). Interesting note: Honey GG has a grandbaby and a great-grandbaby that are practically the same age. Her grandbaby was due at the same time as the Baby Boy but ended up being 2 months premature.<br /><br />2012 is going to be another baby year, with just about every mom I know having second (or third) babies! <a href="http://threeturtons.blogspot.com/">My older sister</a> is having another baby boy in May (she really wanted a girl, but honestly I'm kind of selfishly stoked that it's a boy so that I can give her all of my boy's barely-used baby clothes as he grows out of them. Does that make me a dick? Probably). And <a href="http://aprilandjon.blogspot.com/">The Bestie</a> is having another little girl in June, so I've got at least two baby blankets to be getting started on ASAP. I can't even tell you how many other women I know are due in 2012 because counting them would take a lot of mental power that I just don't have available at the moment. But there's a lot! And honestly I'm pretty stoked about them all :)<br /><br />2012 also has in store: a marriage, obviously, since we're like officially engaged and what not now. Official ceremony will probably take place at the SL Courthouse at some point in the Spring (if you are interested in attending let me know and I will keep you posted). Also, a few trips to Albuquerque to spend Baby's first birthday and his second Christmas at Grandmommy's house. I hope we also get the chance to hit up some of my favorite spots: Bear Lake, Moab, St. George, Vegas, possibly even Lake Powell (convincing Dad to haul the boat down there may be easier this year than it has been in past years). And I'd really like to spend more time outdoors this year, so I guess you can count that as my one New Years Resolution. I will shortly be acquiring a new baby carrier (the old one lost a strap and is now useless), so we'll be putting it to good use in 2012.<br /><br />By the end of this year my baby boy will be nearly 18 months old. It blows my mind to think of all the growing he'll do between now (6 months this coming Sunday) and then. I guess it's a really good thing we finally bought a new camera, because I'll be taking lots and LOTS of pics in 2012. Now there's a resolution I will have no problem keeping!<br /><br />So, peace and love and puppy dogs and flowers and rainbows for all of you in 2012!northwesternbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13237516382815234504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22163911.post-74343560715593617652011-11-28T07:25:00.007-07:002011-11-28T08:06:05.943-07:004 monthsHoly crap it's almost December. When did that happen?<br /><br />So, here we are, staring the end of 2011 square in the face, which means I'm also about to have a five month old on my hands. So far, I think it will be fun. He's eating solid food really well nowadays, and he's sleeping really well, and the rest of the time he is just chill as chill can be. He loves to play on his mat and in his bouncy chair. He's turning himself over and starting to scoot around on his belly. Yup, he'll be crawling in no time, I'm sure of it. And then the fun really starts.<br /><br />Anyway. Here's Baby Boy over the last month:<br /><br /><br /><br /><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ5YnKbuGEjXIZR5lS-lihZF_Ff9Kg4X4FMFGJyqWFws4E8TIKnz5MtKJytPlnGg9hdzsjJexMTFP_NVU7n0B49DFM94wbaBeHJUA7Ua6Ir6WGLoRKSX22e1lCgMYwjV_iGHLzNQ/s1600/IMAG1119-732366.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680052732255765394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ5YnKbuGEjXIZR5lS-lihZF_Ff9Kg4X4FMFGJyqWFws4E8TIKnz5MtKJytPlnGg9hdzsjJexMTFP_NVU7n0B49DFM94wbaBeHJUA7Ua6Ir6WGLoRKSX22e1lCgMYwjV_iGHLzNQ/s320/IMAG1119-732366.jpg" /></a><br /></p><br /><br /><p class="mobile-photo">Laughing at Daddy. That's all this boy does, I swear!</p><br /><br /><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj67lZ0sM6UCJFP_ElUx83uCXwXHI1hSM5nDyh4OmsQk60REQsNVD_ABZ7GKUb7EjJnEpbsseWqKQYng3L49XZL8UA-jziEQ3ECGfVew9QwbTHekUsETOQZkj8dTNQyzb2LVBfCkA/s1600/IMAG1168-734015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680052734688481522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj67lZ0sM6UCJFP_ElUx83uCXwXHI1hSM5nDyh4OmsQk60REQsNVD_ABZ7GKUb7EjJnEpbsseWqKQYng3L49XZL8UA-jziEQ3ECGfVew9QwbTHekUsETOQZkj8dTNQyzb2LVBfCkA/s320/IMAG1168-734015.jpg" /></a></p>Getting huge. This adorable knight/castle/dragon outfit no longer fits him :( good thing we paid $1 for it at D.I.!<br /><br /><br /><br /><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifDq6UI5R_leHcTyIoHVoK5Hw_L7o9MlOYFaL0WocXSyQd8sHRE5YxpINrmEAbwnRqWk5Yw5J0uuWNCbZima9S-Nnhn_g_hwj-R8pnjF7J9N1RFkspLucCzQ4NVwtCbj5NQYX02A/s1600/IMAG1172-735428.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680052741113494434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifDq6UI5R_leHcTyIoHVoK5Hw_L7o9MlOYFaL0WocXSyQd8sHRE5YxpINrmEAbwnRqWk5Yw5J0uuWNCbZima9S-Nnhn_g_hwj-R8pnjF7J9N1RFkspLucCzQ4NVwtCbj5NQYX02A/s320/IMAG1172-735428.jpg" /></a><br /></p><br /><br /><p class="mobile-photo">Really starting to fill out that car seat.</p><br /><br /><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1EadZfCBkWvdKZ7KlXkn3PehSe9i9oKd_AgF0lmVZvD5ZI5g5vDyd8xDrVNhGR-NnCpLjKMbFXNCvUmfGyPgR13ru8f1FxPI75fB6wykBnUX15kYTLiiLdHv5mRt2Oc5GHGqqbw/s1600/IMAG1191-737548.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680052754039875746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1EadZfCBkWvdKZ7KlXkn3PehSe9i9oKd_AgF0lmVZvD5ZI5g5vDyd8xDrVNhGR-NnCpLjKMbFXNCvUmfGyPgR13ru8f1FxPI75fB6wykBnUX15kYTLiiLdHv5mRt2Oc5GHGqqbw/s320/IMAG1191-737548.jpg" /></a></p><br /><br /><p class="mobile-photo">Loves from daddy :) He gets them pretty much all day every day.</p><br /><br /><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDOL5kEJtULQyO0ZIA9Ez-doe59ir89LThCIIGM_EUj0sDSH-r6LwtqzeTuzlxltg7w2o3lM_hleegDcf4d_AkudZko7Ktt0Sr4NTCfZ637kcIzmfhxey9wI4Zp4b6uqQqSdBt5g/s1600/IMAG1204-738679.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680054478917703186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDOL5kEJtULQyO0ZIA9Ez-doe59ir89LThCIIGM_EUj0sDSH-r6LwtqzeTuzlxltg7w2o3lM_hleegDcf4d_AkudZko7Ktt0Sr4NTCfZ637kcIzmfhxey9wI4Zp4b6uqQqSdBt5g/s320/IMAG1204-738679.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB4NrmRK0-4apJI-DwCoSPRXbCFnM8ITjfdAGs-49vJ6JTnnEY-vbM5X6JgKMN3Tx_NW1jhUzGEc9Lr5e6kjMcfZOUt4_Nnz5FWICEWQNh5OJWGYSEXvVNfy5J-HKXRAhCLFPvug/s1600/IMAG1221-740829.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680054484817046114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB4NrmRK0-4apJI-DwCoSPRXbCFnM8ITjfdAGs-49vJ6JTnnEY-vbM5X6JgKMN3Tx_NW1jhUzGEc9Lr5e6kjMcfZOUt4_Nnz5FWICEWQNh5OJWGYSEXvVNfy5J-HKXRAhCLFPvug/s320/IMAG1221-740829.jpg" /></a></p><br /><br /><p class="mobile-photo">On his 4 month birthday. The owls just get me. (P.S.: Buy baby clothes at the Thrift Store and D.I., trust me!)</p><br /><br /><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJjmE4nZxkq2-MukRsset9riPNSqMQ7-XaMD_rXXCmHsBItZPoTY4F0B5zBHR8Cl8rjlDEaEbwJeMKmobjBugOIlG3TXt7wFn5-Rn8VqIuzj6HdVN1ZGNGQktBI4YVV9TdO5RZjw/s1600/IMAG1233-742612.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680054494257922210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJjmE4nZxkq2-MukRsset9riPNSqMQ7-XaMD_rXXCmHsBItZPoTY4F0B5zBHR8Cl8rjlDEaEbwJeMKmobjBugOIlG3TXt7wFn5-Rn8VqIuzj6HdVN1ZGNGQktBI4YVV9TdO5RZjw/s320/IMAG1233-742612.jpg" /></a></p><br /><br /><p class="mobile-photo">So sleepy.</p><br /><br /><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKl-nnsCMCMYUytCjIyfOc2LDWXt75A_3Mn-Dv7NQuJk1HcWbstu-0nOr-8BjQTkGEaEMQxzi-0_loRfgvGjuJe_Pva7fEWFpG70Fca-DemTqMg_04uUvH26ppwmSTGDkm3lLeEg/s1600/IMAG1243-745086.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680054502378936946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKl-nnsCMCMYUytCjIyfOc2LDWXt75A_3Mn-Dv7NQuJk1HcWbstu-0nOr-8BjQTkGEaEMQxzi-0_loRfgvGjuJe_Pva7fEWFpG70Fca-DemTqMg_04uUvH26ppwmSTGDkm3lLeEg/s320/IMAG1243-745086.jpg" /></a></p><br /><br /><p class="mobile-photo">Hanging out with Cousin. Chris thinks Colt is pretty awesome, and always wants to hold the baby. Chris' mom is having a baby in May, so this is good Big Brother practice for him :)</p><br /><br /><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2OwgLeJY4N-5JpgqVkXNDyBgZ-AuJBqDjpuTK3fHgaicQh7KyTFw2w7O9R_AwxKHJMFDDZu6wEMspEXhvfR4vYq3VI_KCxvXbadbTtOtbRVoLsBvEP8jy638X9K483pvmw7Az9w/s1600/IMAG1253-728806.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680058298942739074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2OwgLeJY4N-5JpgqVkXNDyBgZ-AuJBqDjpuTK3fHgaicQh7KyTFw2w7O9R_AwxKHJMFDDZu6wEMspEXhvfR4vYq3VI_KCxvXbadbTtOtbRVoLsBvEP8jy638X9K483pvmw7Az9w/s320/IMAG1253-728806.jpg" /></a></p><br /><br /><p class="mobile-photo">More smiles :) They're happening all the time now.</p><br /><br /><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMv89QP1p_Kqmzwybht4NsTUyCXMCCth313UWoXYLVCGIZCzC9zwg0ktt8RJJkQKVEri5td8UC64uYN-3x-2y0S0_V-DYDnfDoyik-QBTgm8aBmtREfr8J0cyEJzfszwH-NIeEIA/s1600/IMAG1266-730257.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680058304058327730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMv89QP1p_Kqmzwybht4NsTUyCXMCCth313UWoXYLVCGIZCzC9zwg0ktt8RJJkQKVEri5td8UC64uYN-3x-2y0S0_V-DYDnfDoyik-QBTgm8aBmtREfr8J0cyEJzfszwH-NIeEIA/s320/IMAG1266-730257.jpg" /></a></p><br /><br /><p class="mobile-photo">Huge eyes! The camera's flash always surprises him.</p><br /><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZnJHHEYsq-3O48dh6L_HZgy24mchlu-OwyZWGJIDKLTl5nft2Ds4StGar0ZeHitpmeMLzPCn-4PZDuyI8VL1yZliyMSZcr5xYS0a5y2ykzXwZp3zrkgEWCZnacia_DqYK87Y6fA/s1600/IMAG1282-1-733011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680058316949299154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZnJHHEYsq-3O48dh6L_HZgy24mchlu-OwyZWGJIDKLTl5nft2Ds4StGar0ZeHitpmeMLzPCn-4PZDuyI8VL1yZliyMSZcr5xYS0a5y2ykzXwZp3zrkgEWCZnacia_DqYK87Y6fA/s320/IMAG1282-1-733011.jpg" /></a></p><br /><br /><p class="mobile-photo">He's officially outgrown all of the newborn sized stuff. Within the next week he'll be completely out of the 0-3 month sizes too.</p><br /><br /><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDHgeRWu12r7gDP9XqlNoxK_0OacNWGZGL1BI96ACWiG4CABTZOyhT92l9GXjcwVtkgPIalwkXtt3IplkRdy7EHcVG1Af7jsOb8RxbGEGIdiS4P5S47iXk9tBsrA0Bgp3d2yiTAw/s1600/IMAG1294-736731.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680058332378863330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDHgeRWu12r7gDP9XqlNoxK_0OacNWGZGL1BI96ACWiG4CABTZOyhT92l9GXjcwVtkgPIalwkXtt3IplkRdy7EHcVG1Af7jsOb8RxbGEGIdiS4P5S47iXk9tBsrA0Bgp3d2yiTAw/s320/IMAG1294-736731.jpg" /></a></p><br /><br /><p class="mobile-photo">I saw this hammer at Albertson's and had to buy it. He digs it.</p><br /><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH1KuC9VfED0Rn9wcB69zPlGwtD1WsIXryKMF-nS2sR2MMC7DhAA0wZxlPw4ydn5j_083nxvdzSIAMM9KYAqE6W8RFXs7NegUhdhUQnooHUCCtLfE8mupUoaDD8el8vzaVxTqKvg/s1600/IMAG1308-738246.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680058334696406066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH1KuC9VfED0Rn9wcB69zPlGwtD1WsIXryKMF-nS2sR2MMC7DhAA0wZxlPw4ydn5j_083nxvdzSIAMM9KYAqE6W8RFXs7NegUhdhUQnooHUCCtLfE8mupUoaDD8el8vzaVxTqKvg/s320/IMAG1308-738246.jpg" /></a></p><br /><br /><p class="mobile-photo">Baby Boy is spending much more time on his belly these days. He's even started sleeping that way. Yup, mobile in no time. </p><br /><br /><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXA76MK9XpBoPeAUgFAk6GGQMTyAGl6HQgI5-3mjbKqfj9QdBj6lRv_IRLPorgb9imkthYXf1cYblanQc9fLpnzv39OijuSZf-PpDR10-AwzpPFNxVR0oI3DClgOtJVDYvC5Caiw/s1600/IMAG1321-765617.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680059310576722418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXA76MK9XpBoPeAUgFAk6GGQMTyAGl6HQgI5-3mjbKqfj9QdBj6lRv_IRLPorgb9imkthYXf1cYblanQc9fLpnzv39OijuSZf-PpDR10-AwzpPFNxVR0oI3DClgOtJVDYvC5Caiw/s320/IMAG1321-765617.jpg" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><p class="mobile-photo">Here's yet another outfit that has to go :( This one is by far my favorite. I guess I'm going to have to find him bigger, skull-themed pjs.</p><br /><br /><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJkFZdg9F7vcjWiwRuNUqAbSmFwpgU2K_3ZjLkPKovq6XFuj51ZaR1X1D8uH2H1SYJQLrGRZVUSx9uHyZJp8Y8FXPSsksT3jEDpLsfrsA9Oran0JwWP9qZM7yaGiXEfRswUXkQtg/s1600/IMAG1326-1-766647.jpg"></a></p><br /><br /><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnKNtICM1ed2bEvRY3UfeMEknGz2BmCmzC9u6CWsQXOdUltueXVT7QTxxKTLpdBclJ5faot7F-UeuP1O7TDogfd-DBswlmf1NqLEV2KlA-i4y-njX65H1v3I_nGC8GXHAIoRwMCg/s1600/IMAG1314-767484.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680059321243723650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnKNtICM1ed2bEvRY3UfeMEknGz2BmCmzC9u6CWsQXOdUltueXVT7QTxxKTLpdBclJ5faot7F-UeuP1O7TDogfd-DBswlmf1NqLEV2KlA-i4y-njX65H1v3I_nGC8GXHAIoRwMCg/s320/IMAG1314-767484.jpg" /></a></p>That face just gets me every time! How is it possible for a baby to be this cute?<br /><br /><br /><br /><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQLQOABMugC_CgeVw_0z-5qrjtFAOXPtk55CWBDGe__rWMmwScBlpYpM1Of6yD1_Asiahq_ebKCP2rkIzxVqJVvfqMI0J4WWcM0an4G76vcYwZnP_1O0A-waUwf0mbAASFH6P0Hg/s1600/IMAG1317-772577.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680059340483343618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQLQOABMugC_CgeVw_0z-5qrjtFAOXPtk55CWBDGe__rWMmwScBlpYpM1Of6yD1_Asiahq_ebKCP2rkIzxVqJVvfqMI0J4WWcM0an4G76vcYwZnP_1O0A-waUwf0mbAASFH6P0Hg/s320/IMAG1317-772577.jpg" /></a> </p><br /><br /><p class="mobile-photo">He's constantly got his hands in his mouth. The best is when he's sucking is thumb while waiting for a bottle. He wants to complain but he won't let go of the thumb, so it comes out as a muffled whining that just makes C and I laugh and laugh. Bad parenting? Maybe. But it is hilarious!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJkFZdg9F7vcjWiwRuNUqAbSmFwpgU2K_3ZjLkPKovq6XFuj51ZaR1X1D8uH2H1SYJQLrGRZVUSx9uHyZJp8Y8FXPSsksT3jEDpLsfrsA9Oran0JwWP9qZM7yaGiXEfRswUXkQtg/s1600/IMAG1326-1-766647.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680059316361223090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJkFZdg9F7vcjWiwRuNUqAbSmFwpgU2K_3ZjLkPKovq6XFuj51ZaR1X1D8uH2H1SYJQLrGRZVUSx9uHyZJp8Y8FXPSsksT3jEDpLsfrsA9Oran0JwWP9qZM7yaGiXEfRswUXkQtg/s320/IMAG1326-1-766647.jpg" /></a></p><br /><br /><p class="mobile-photo">More loves from Daddy :) This boy is getting SO BIG! I swear he has gained two pounds just within the last two weeks. It's crazy! He is so much fun, though, and he turns his parents into complete clowns. Seriously, he can't see his daddy without smiling and laughing, even when C isn't trying to be funny. I suspect that's because C is making funny noises and faces at him all day. I really could not ask for a better baby, or a more awesome baby daddy. I've got the best boys in the world! <3</p>northwesternbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13237516382815234504noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22163911.post-30726105581960068132011-11-08T06:16:00.016-07:002011-11-08T10:33:58.837-07:00Playing Catch-Up: Shnookie's Wedding<div style="text-align: center;">Even though she got married at the end of July and it is now almost her birthday (next Wednesday, November 16), I still have to remind myself that <a href="http://abelnap.blogspot.com/">my little sis</a> is married. Perhaps it's because I'm still just coming out of denial about the fact that she's not 10 years old any more. Nope, she's an adult now, and I'm just going to have to get over it!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We had a lot of fun at her wedding, of course. The Baby Boy was all of three weeks old for the event, so he slept through most of it (his Mom and Dad were very grateful for that). He was still too newly hatched at that point to care much about being passed around from relative to relative as long as he was allowed to sleep on whomever was holding him, so taking a three week old to a wedding out of town turned out to be much less of an ordeal that I had originally thought it would be.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The weekend started out with the Bachelorette party, naturally, which I utilized to inflict as much embarrassment as possible >:) I take my role as older sister very seriously, you know. So, I got the bride this sssssssssssuper sexy nightgown:</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1gPv83DfMWesYbAjXZ716r1JQQPkRgogeKmfVbgno-xfpXrZeGIqcQPXYEHv3NY7qnwzngP0rrnA31VZ4Qm9uW57HYcK9Zgu0PyHV7kFhIkDvLu1clipJMj0nYxkNDWZsMUiWBQ/s1600/DSC03941.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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1gPv83DfMWesYbAjXZ716r1JQQPkRgogeKmfVbgno-xfpXrZeGIqcQPXYEHv3NY7qnwzngP0rrnA31VZ4Qm9uW57HYcK9Zgu0PyHV7kFhIkDvLu1clipJMj0nYxkNDWZsMUiWBQ/s320/DSC03941.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672614446837446706" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Yes, those are puppies. I may or may not have cackled just a little (okay, a lot) when I found it on the clearance rack. And she looks AWESOME in it:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgeq6VGK-pwAcW0Yzp0FiaMOc5EaazWj5y1HnTuTq7txi-9MmH38JhCwaBFfY0HKEzEY_qORMPAvzvfGDZSwThnODfqlPh13IB_scceJjgHny4sphE7M8Z4Yb26YInnaB3SOlJZQ/s1600/DSC03945.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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgeq6VGK-pwAcW0Yzp0FiaMOc5EaazWj5y1HnTuTq7txi-9MmH38JhCwaBFfY0HKEzEY_qORMPAvzvfGDZSwThnODfqlPh13IB_scceJjgHny4sphE7M8Z4Yb26YInnaB3SOlJZQ/s320/DSC03945.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672614452862900130" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I also bought her the cute bra. Her best friend/MoH also got her an awesome nightgown, one that is quite possibly the best lingere I've ever seen. When both were finally in place and all of the accessories were accounted for, Shnookie was definitely ready for her wedding night:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqs3AIR4RP9-cMvdV5P5Aq9B15jNqusqdn9CBTLpma0eSJxHkd5Gu4Ax6l7aJspTEl1n4zfuShcJDDb5HOW6z2FIZPXfP0sH4wwVnEWZNCSAoobVqWyg8zv7rlMiE51irD4scIpg/s1600/DSC03958.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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqs3AIR4RP9-cMvdV5P5Aq9B15jNqusqdn9CBTLpma0eSJxHkd5Gu4Ax6l7aJspTEl1n4zfuShcJDDb5HOW6z2FIZPXfP0sH4wwVnEWZNCSAoobVqWyg8zv7rlMiE51irD4scIpg/s320/DSC03958.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672614464329901954" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"> </div>Rawr! Watch out, Jeff. And I'm not sure what she's got in her hands in this next photo; I just really like the smile on her face...and the bra on her head :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrPdXdxbf2vj8tihuE6zIitOTCtqUhiVubMTovngLgycBxY6JhZN1rJ2ih4jc8XGTq7zE0yEyF7bmVvcKIcd8BGaCPMLDmD86q0IC7dAjSy9aEwvkw-zOf1A76QdVm5W71vYqsjA/s1600/DSC03949.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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrPdXdxbf2vj8tihuE6zIitOTCtqUhiVubMTovngLgycBxY6JhZN1rJ2ih4jc8XGTq7zE0yEyF7bmVvcKIcd8BGaCPMLDmD86q0IC7dAjSy9aEwvkw-zOf1A76QdVm5W71vYqsjA/s320/DSC03949.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672614478497766690" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Bahahahaha! Oh man, I <3 this girl. After dinner at Johnny Carino's these young girls went onto Victoria's Secret and Target (?) for some more (ahem) appropriate bridal lingere. I, however, had to bow out to attend mommy duties. Dinner was a LOT of fun, despite that we had a small turn out. I always knew Shnookie had good taste, and her choice of friends only proves it:</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCBK4YLOsQB0pxJfJMOyhA3sT3dUH6Suu4eBvTq-Wx1oy9b872mxoOvWj96jfGk6pm4lk4zoUT4hQ9Ugm7TmGa8OpHk5LxXI4-R1b9etwrycl3ZEPLQ9DNGrsSBzm-q7k9MRawDA/s1600/DSC03965.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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCBK4YLOsQB0pxJfJMOyhA3sT3dUH6Suu4eBvTq-Wx1oy9b872mxoOvWj96jfGk6pm4lk4zoUT4hQ9Ugm7TmGa8OpHk5LxXI4-R1b9etwrycl3ZEPLQ9DNGrsSBzm-q7k9MRawDA/s320/DSC03965.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672614472837879554" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Good times :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So, onto the main event! The lovebirds got hitched at the Idaho Falls Temple, naturally, which was fine except for the whole place was under construction! That is, except for like 30X20 feet worth of space that is the Bridal Garden. We all squeezed in to take the family photos, and between Jeff's family and ours, it was almost a tight squeeze. Before the bride and groom made their entrance, I snapped a few pics of my 1st favorite (chronologically speaking, that is) little guy:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVRbIJvVWjDEu8nx89yrGWYOcZQ-XsRFSDWaj7_ATjltc5dWjvrtK3P-Is_08QsExMQ5Z-CjHl3dsfi0ylJWDv_s7LnvmRVnYsQhyphenhyphengSF2wGWF6GvWcA6a9X4I06dHTDPdcYZ30hA/s1600/DSC03981.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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVRbIJvVWjDEu8nx89yrGWYOcZQ-XsRFSDWaj7_ATjltc5dWjvrtK3P-Is_08QsExMQ5Z-CjHl3dsfi0ylJWDv_s7LnvmRVnYsQhyphenhyphengSF2wGWF6GvWcA6a9X4I06dHTDPdcYZ30hA/s320/DSC03981.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672622681235031458" /></a>With Uncle Matt who, I daresay, could pass as this little guy's dad! Chris is obviously more interested in the fruit snacks than in the picture taking at this point. And whatever Grandpa's got to say:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjachK3MzOEtNkNjn1j3yjn276obFsZVv8yxS5gctikiKtk9wBg65-8-3bI9s5hg3y0_MJuXS-J165PN4BZP_TD7e1OXFW_9Tq_VudWlJRzxTGbWlXemVuCoHsM34_c7Jc9LYhq2Q/s1600/DSC03970.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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjachK3MzOEtNkNjn1j3yjn276obFsZVv8yxS5gctikiKtk9wBg65-8-3bI9s5hg3y0_MJuXS-J165PN4BZP_TD7e1OXFW_9Tq_VudWlJRzxTGbWlXemVuCoHsM34_c7Jc9LYhq2Q/s320/DSC03970.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672622663390317986" /></a>It's a serious matter, I'm sure. And if Chris isn't enough cute by himself, he was lucky enough to have a partner in crime the whole weekend:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSuM-FakCMzkW0UupP_BdTx7n6wtbFh5nStAa9HZEq7A597j8ylodc7P1e6Z7UQ5sN76cc82X5vlPOpYZ-ZQWmEat5-2nTrK19USD-4HCreThqAGaItVeEgk7GC5bu5k75rZO4pA/s1600/DSC03973.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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSuM-FakCMzkW0UupP_BdTx7n6wtbFh5nStAa9HZEq7A597j8ylodc7P1e6Z7UQ5sN76cc82X5vlPOpYZ-ZQWmEat5-2nTrK19USD-4HCreThqAGaItVeEgk7GC5bu5k75rZO4pA/s320/DSC03973.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672622648781685458" /></a>Those are some BLONDE kids! Particularly <a href="http://theallers.blogspot.com/">PG</a>, whose hair is not only white but curly and thick. I feel your mom's pain, kiddo.<br /><br />Anyway. At long last the bride and groom arrive!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV61TmfGc8qsjHozzgbK9_zGk7MzGosHAbSoyBfsX5XKdjkX86UJkpvFYeohQPYKOLAxaV_aWeRnvGPKYCG7X3qtXqa3dotWMBC_WCNZt_nDM_dv-o0rkO7N-aenTjiHZHD2fmvw/s1600/DSC03977.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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV61TmfGc8qsjHozzgbK9_zGk7MzGosHAbSoyBfsX5XKdjkX86UJkpvFYeohQPYKOLAxaV_aWeRnvGPKYCG7X3qtXqa3dotWMBC_WCNZt_nDM_dv-o0rkO7N-aenTjiHZHD2fmvw/s320/DSC03977.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672622669990019746" /></a>Yes, the shoes are yellow, and no, she did not wear them for very long. This girl makes for one beautiful bride, no?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR62IwplxRO0aqnwsTtD9C2z6FKEi6lG2RD5qq2cOwY8LuvgQSQ94GS2d3Xj1wVsacB4PiEvMvub5udXhbYciFZrv1dfYDABGlKD_7qQ-KPSjHLOPHaVYSVpRGzTzbu03oAYm2cw/s1600/DSC03968.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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR62IwplxRO0aqnwsTtD9C2z6FKEi6lG2RD5qq2cOwY8LuvgQSQ94GS2d3Xj1wVsacB4PiEvMvub5udXhbYciFZrv1dfYDABGlKD_7qQ-KPSjHLOPHaVYSVpRGzTzbu03oAYm2cw/s320/DSC03968.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672622640568152754" /></a>After they shuffle through the Bridal Garden taking the first official "man and wife" photos, the families shuffled around to take all of the group shots. These are presented with one comment: Shnookie, I'm sorry about the sun glasses. You see, they're prescription so I can't see without them. It didn't even occur to me to take them off....my bad. 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy5pAJRWH0DQSrZVwfcPxWrx3FFMwFUjDYAUIfoUT8etjnIDpBCvki8cQTo4EjUKqDdJ8BVBBTHTYIwWDzAMVZnzzjk429HGh9_OfHNo-MkmtWibj6x4thX-PYQaEZ9VXIvA9MOw/s320/315860_2237056042555_1132590049_32604829_7522064_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672640635514087650" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy5pAJRWH0DQSrZVwfcPxWrx3FFMwFUjDYAUIfoUT8etjnIDpBCvki8cQTo4EjUKqDdJ8BVBBTHTYIwWDzAMVZnzzjk429HGh9_OfHNo-MkmtWibj6x4thX-PYQaEZ9VXIvA9MOw/s1600/315860_2237056042555_1132590049_32604829_7522064_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Vl6VvQYjdYD5WmoasJhWwwJE1cAp90cEOR09AgrsUG5pMehzocioYMG692adsnFBrvJpknNNdE4GRyRoyvepCPFEPj-t6oSa7NN3v7iLnrPWsaaYqpfypsLGp_9tB1rQ-saY1Q/s1600/321331_2237051522442_1132590049_32604818_6375690_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Vl6VvQYjdYD5WmoasJhWwwJE1cAp90cEOR09AgrsUG5pMehzocioYMG692adsnFBrvJpknNNdE4GRyRoyvepCPFEPj-t6oSa7NN3v7iLnrPWsaaYqpfypsLGp_9tB1rQ-saY1Q/s320/321331_2237051522442_1132590049_32604818_6375690_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672640636477008834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div>Oh my Abuelita! She traveled up here from TX for the event (and to see her newest great grandchild). We just don't see her often enough. There was never a happier bisabuelita than this:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCrc56U0e1ZGkXJVgva90aD06Pogh1GUC86bwZV_QUXJYh9zzMk41ntqWJ7gzmUDsII3LtcIyczQtML6ptqBz6_HFMUUsC5SSUBoCF_UllRjH0BaoUeJYu_F9urEvosn5FgdxeyA/s1600/DSC03991.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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCrc56U0e1ZGkXJVgva90aD06Pogh1GUC86bwZV_QUXJYh9zzMk41ntqWJ7gzmUDsII3LtcIyczQtML6ptqBz6_HFMUUsC5SSUBoCF_UllRjH0BaoUeJYu_F9urEvosn5FgdxeyA/s320/DSC03991.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672643055944906178" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiooLi5RllIw8iUljSR6fpS0MSLzV3D-Bkr3K5W-CBkqrZlpcrojXkGvm-oKdeIvlRh7kz6uTDfsyioju7c0wcUqIEBvdgPp3DA8WfOflXBhWwp6cwdgvwio29p4QPrepkFkxfdbg/s1600/DSC04033.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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiooLi5RllIw8iUljSR6fpS0MSLzV3D-Bkr3K5W-CBkqrZlpcrojXkGvm-oKdeIvlRh7kz6uTDfsyioju7c0wcUqIEBvdgPp3DA8WfOflXBhWwp6cwdgvwio29p4QPrepkFkxfdbg/s320/DSC04033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672643056827876642" /></a>Yup. She loves those baby boys! And, of course, as the uber matriarch, she's always first in line to hold the baby. He liked her too, and slept like a champ whenever she had him.<br /><br />The reception was held at the stake center, of course, and the decor amazing:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicL23Ma7NUl99CRxkDIBwlBaJyk7ArvJHmoSirw-_-ytS6YHhCRsdmMwj08CgLY-o3XsDjwZOzosxNicuhZPScHw551Jn1fm4vTNtItIhZ8_DEs3nW_B9e30sWyFgYkSU-akouZA/s1600/312477_2237073682996_1132590049_32604868_5531365_n.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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicL23Ma7NUl99CRxkDIBwlBaJyk7ArvJHmoSirw-_-ytS6YHhCRsdmMwj08CgLY-o3XsDjwZOzosxNicuhZPScHw551Jn1fm4vTNtItIhZ8_DEs3nW_B9e30sWyFgYkSU-akouZA/s320/312477_2237073682996_1132590049_32604868_5531365_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672640651100967794" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5wl1pkV7XOQAz91-XdaOikTeR8KK7EKaVpmoUFvgKaEhSLWiSI6oJ9elCHB_jF86B3DVDPyHEB-W-1B2jMX9s9kSTRrvYlvQZqWS3yHC7rkb3ADbGfooHpsTk2kGmOLJfh-peVA/s1600/310895_2237074003004_1132590049_32604869_4994067_n.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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5wl1pkV7XOQAz91-XdaOikTeR8KK7EKaVpmoUFvgKaEhSLWiSI6oJ9elCHB_jF86B3DVDPyHEB-W-1B2jMX9s9kSTRrvYlvQZqWS3yHC7rkb3ADbGfooHpsTk2kGmOLJfh-peVA/s320/310895_2237074003004_1132590049_32604869_4994067_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672640644560407618" /></a>Not surprisingly, the bride changed her shoes for the reception:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSdvBkLAWLZZSyOiKiATeHLrgsXQD1ofn8erW9jRmCTFjr74TdR59CBAieW9T6G_zXp6JtnRB8VI8eTCooGUylK0cUQthw6NyA9ysGe0iCRqYYoUpG-92KM51cSLIKSx1anXzJVQ/s1600/DSC03992.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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSdvBkLAWLZZSyOiKiATeHLrgsXQD1ofn8erW9jRmCTFjr74TdR59CBAieW9T6G_zXp6JtnRB8VI8eTCooGUylK0cUQthw6NyA9ysGe0iCRqYYoUpG-92KM51cSLIKSx1anXzJVQ/s320/DSC03992.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672640659586166306" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The reception was beautiful, and featured everything that is supposed to be at a wedding reception.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Cake:</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzBk-M2UMKp-glA5Hgzc_z-Ng2881DeRYcTw8YKNaRhDhOK0BVlaD_mBsTWWGoRVnpqpIbP6EqJHYQXByH6xIyeVvWMxb5A3dAUN2etv5S9S4da2LDKLfo_SGwov4DkCGKMRYfnw/s1600/294093_2237075923052_1132590049_32604876_8180556_n.jpg" style="text-align: left; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgcSWBtqTcO8Pf_V6pXK-qvYz3kLNIdKd5UdgzXDldDI1zH7p4pYILiWPdUNnIgL94Bu_bH-jOEDhEP8Tkp_dmA4dSbCED2rZwi1eo9PbdnC6XiO-UiCqlpebCDap6f7KMjHwmkw/s1600/DSC04010.JPG" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgcSWBtqTcO8Pf_V6pXK-qvYz3kLNIdKd5UdgzXDldDI1zH7p4pYILiWPdUNnIgL94Bu_bH-jOEDhEP8Tkp_dmA4dSbCED2rZwi1eo9PbdnC6XiO-UiCqlpebCDap6f7KMjHwmkw/s320/DSC04010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672643093430760898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8cJu9pJLpHB4NxAF03oYn85LQtJ0agfxkB_VWPkHUK4NaqmhCkv2ivcyOM1HPLOl7QDFCIJ8-db4lpVfWedCXHxGyNrV9iWxvm8qpNMJPxQJtdi9QLek9Dm83iY7BOYTsXtq8yg/s1600/DSC04036.JPG" style="text-align: left; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a></div><div>Four Generations on Both Sides:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3G8mpi8nDi8v-sqJnxkM3qL42HzHwgYUyGuSjPR4JAGFJJtxIV0r151di6Dq3JClrwGBH8NKgSw36ytV6n6vPFJ0cnlP4B-WBMLKNgxfVpBF6bOe4RPC-5Ok7xZ-6hGjFHiVbGQ/s1600/DSC04034.JPG" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3G8mpi8nDi8v-sqJnxkM3qL42HzHwgYUyGuSjPR4JAGFJJtxIV0r151di6Dq3JClrwGBH8NKgSw36ytV6n6vPFJ0cnlP4B-WBMLKNgxfVpBF6bOe4RPC-5Ok7xZ-6hGjFHiVbGQ/s320/DSC04034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672643075561651538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirTen0DGepRKDdAyo7SWXWP1IrPrWQiuYynl5TqK0UvHQqUdIE-NiG0_dcyAexHazKY-xrbfU6FomkxoAt2H5Y5yInv_t_WY380j8MfmCAdqKvFDxerNCcXd4ViQy_Xw0crd_YXQ/s1600/DSC04039.JPG" style="text-align: left; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggD3qwwv10C82ijglRDAW-g9vE_R9kPIgBUSWxbA7THmnUqR6jmmdP5JryhGN52-8rzDIomkgwlPCxmKN-NZGkrDUP2Eh_WUjmeq1hwYbeAVjMfJwjw0yTsOTb-wqsT9cPLuanpg/s1600/DSC04011.JPG" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggD3qwwv10C82ijglRDAW-g9vE_R9kPIgBUSWxbA7THmnUqR6jmmdP5JryhGN52-8rzDIomkgwlPCxmKN-NZGkrDUP2Eh_WUjmeq1hwYbeAVjMfJwjw0yTsOTb-wqsT9cPLuanpg/s320/DSC04011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672646859498230834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div>Embarrassing pictures of the Newlyweds, with the Engagement photos thrown in: <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidnH2IqgYT7lvEULQkHo7gDoyuBELHyJ4V3T-J9toiU-qTxcgrdTbVuSrS4_Cqg8DRTft2Idm0ptGyJgQ9ciAudyIdt23mLCFTUKvFPLNXgmVxnfBj7awkCyepQk34wCVf_u8EiA/s1600/DSC04000.JPG" style="text-align: left; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYkwo9Lv-G_38WZLsmODoMnmlyedhEysKrEHdlBp5Iz2aIZWrr8rUQjGMjT834_voXTZqz3ZAMKa8XH1X2NWU-wuoaE7bO2gK6hR25TCnCZt66EwUIs3MCdrecqjzIKEZ5KX85Hw/s1600/DSC03999.JPG" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYkwo9Lv-G_38WZLsmODoMnmlyedhEysKrEHdlBp5Iz2aIZWrr8rUQjGMjT834_voXTZqz3ZAMKa8XH1X2NWU-wuoaE7bO2gK6hR25TCnCZt66EwUIs3MCdrecqjzIKEZ5KX85Hw/s200/DSC03999.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672651162562745218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></a></div><div>Shoe clips:</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5-1Pjkv0-ik1Didr11mQN3wu51zjFqyATyNLzPnf7DLOWhf6kXvFsQYTZlweAkqV1hpjJZwJP79Bkw_v8T8akhA4s-bdY3vEntydU3Z7DyV7sobEEChDOhHTel4fsSLlnJEnhOw/s1600/DSC04022.JPG" style="text-align: left; 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" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglM0DZTegSWCpga9bJlOXwjkAoeBuI4IhGK6WwSkgwRw1oQ3bkll-zGnn085gWDMP1t3I5OJ3onHuemw8MegVwgfrJbSLKMjiySXbrJH9oC2hT_NxyufFd7hIZR8FllAKJthz8BA/s320/296105_2237094723522_1132590049_32604932_1550395_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672657109054125090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a></div><div>A bouquet toss:</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS0wBpix6Qk4xb8VbtD_HNmWFehbMjsnESlOrcPPxsfCuMEGYqMqIoDVafNl19uhlfO8QSXZBQ85eP5m1h7Qgg6aTEK0ZULzQIJeHgNqXCAgJfEBf6xchKNkTjpqSUShGoDYCYoA/s1600/299837_2237095123532_1132590049_32604933_1587879_n.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS0wBpix6Qk4xb8VbtD_HNmWFehbMjsnESlOrcPPxsfCuMEGYqMqIoDVafNl19uhlfO8QSXZBQ85eP5m1h7Qgg6aTEK0ZULzQIJeHgNqXCAgJfEBf6xchKNkTjpqSUShGoDYCYoA/s200/299837_2237095123532_1132590049_32604933_1587879_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672655295037004514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1lGwoEWoLHe-mtplgz6iKRMaDQA-Td8P7su1AsAg8EkngJUh2W4IQPM9YMXXZK-sk7otPPyBDcrldugQsutAn1NNu0-1q96AMOPQh0qDhicoKz3ImnSmX6atu7HrCfo9Yg7tsuw/s1600/312079_2237096043555_1132590049_32604936_7363877_n.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1lGwoEWoLHe-mtplgz6iKRMaDQA-Td8P7su1AsAg8EkngJUh2W4IQPM9YMXXZK-sk7otPPyBDcrldugQsutAn1NNu0-1q96AMOPQh0qDhicoKz3ImnSmX6atu7HrCfo9Yg7tsuw/s200/312079_2237096043555_1132590049_32604936_7363877_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672655302089633138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk8iuV-pgW6c8NanjimAGHgGsLRhBUfyRI5XSi-lClstVJpJ4FwhQddfwN125o4zkr77xMc5-OyzSCTMq36jTdC2mdL3B1MK-R9hHkaR2GB_wzvnXdNL8l3r7L2EhetmRywbIw2A/s1600/312719_2237097483591_1132590049_32604938_5358579_n.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk8iuV-pgW6c8NanjimAGHgGsLRhBUfyRI5XSi-lClstVJpJ4FwhQddfwN125o4zkr77xMc5-OyzSCTMq36jTdC2mdL3B1MK-R9hHkaR2GB_wzvnXdNL8l3r7L2EhetmRywbIw2A/s200/312719_2237097483591_1132590049_32604938_5358579_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672655308124102594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /></a></div><div>And one tired groom:</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnaUSDPyYim_ZPfbhmuOhHBrGcQY_yl1Zf4mA0xQwlZRPgOZ0FCUoAl1fJowVrhSrshYHesekFe4unorOWo-RLKl1MpZd4z7q89lltQJuqUww1fJICNB1HEhpTOHJ0hHgTmf421A/s1600/DSC04026.JPG" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnaUSDPyYim_ZPfbhmuOhHBrGcQY_yl1Zf4mA0xQwlZRPgOZ0FCUoAl1fJowVrhSrshYHesekFe4unorOWo-RLKl1MpZd4z7q89lltQJuqUww1fJICNB1HEhpTOHJ0hHgTmf421A/s200/DSC04026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672651200278186690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /></a></div><div>Whew! That was a lot of photos! I didn't mean to post so many but then I got to going through them and remembering what a good time it was. I may have gotten a bit carried away...I hope it was worth it!</div><div><br /></div></div></div>northwesternbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13237516382815234504noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22163911.post-89954276304006911302011-10-09T09:17:00.004-06:002011-10-09T10:33:03.058-06:003 MonthsSo, it has been three months since the little guy was born, and I'm now starting to realize that time really does go by quickly. At first it just dragged and dragged, but then the baby started smiling at us and time picked back up! Or perhaps it was the fact that I returned to work? That probably doesn't help. Either way, the Baby Boy is getting huge! So huge, in fact, that his head is outgrowing its hair. Seriously, he's got a bald spot on the right side, and it is not because the hair has fallen out. His head has just stretched and the hair isn't keeping up with it yet. It's pretty funny :)<br /><br />Anyway, I have proof that he's getting bigger, and it lies in non other than the famous Tuxedo Onesie. This is him and it at the beginning of September:<br /><br /><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG9Wz4YBgBlvOfyDP2ODYqCKTynywm-toKwptTvKDylNYhuZ-VoBDfYIOhuWR-M9khAB9p5NXiGlj1eXSWw5iIVOMC_RHoyp17yNqc1KvDs4tU5Tvxo5jvTQWtN7VZYTUjVJnRWA/s1600/IMAG0744-749170.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661511854373592882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG9Wz4YBgBlvOfyDP2ODYqCKTynywm-toKwptTvKDylNYhuZ-VoBDfYIOhuWR-M9khAB9p5NXiGlj1eXSWw5iIVOMC_RHoyp17yNqc1KvDs4tU5Tvxo5jvTQWtN7VZYTUjVJnRWA/s320/IMAG0744-749170.jpg" /></a></p>And here he is in it yesterday, at exactly 3 months:<br /><br /><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjBBD0JbJSJzopL97AB1zHntKArqxtY0VGnvHCSguJzP5SrULq5hTwOQo7wHHviucPr9FJAXFxMA-0-JputMlOb0ReCnEuHxi_RNXq7op5hUMv2b3fDQhKWbOBJ2IQSaM6DIqkgw/s1600/IMAG0940-750454.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661511860498724898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjBBD0JbJSJzopL97AB1zHntKArqxtY0VGnvHCSguJzP5SrULq5hTwOQo7wHHviucPr9FJAXFxMA-0-JputMlOb0ReCnEuHxi_RNXq7op5hUMv2b3fDQhKWbOBJ2IQSaM6DIqkgw/s320/IMAG0940-750454.jpg" /></a></p><br />Yup. Definitely a better fit. In fact, he's practically outgrown all of the 0-3 month onesies that we have, and yet all of the 3-6 month stuff looks huge! I guess that's just how it goes. In 3 more months from now I'll be commenting on how the 6-9 months sizes a look huge too. Well, maybe. Considering how much this boy eats, perhaps it won't even take three more months before he can fit into them. <br /><br />Besides getting bigger by the day and outgrowing his hair, Baby Boy is getting smarter all the time. He likes to lay on his play mat and grab at the octopus and the little vibrating duck. His Daddy text me this morning to tell me that the little one has figured out how to make the music turn on (it's sensitive to movement, so he just has to pull on any of the hanging accessories hard enough to make it happen). He is smiley and vocal, and he's starting to laugh pretty loudly at us. It's awesome! I'm taking lots of pictures and video, of course. Neither C nor I can get over how freaking cute this baby is, and he only gets cuter and cuter all the time. He is a stubborn little thing, though. He wants what he wants when he wants it, and he wants it yesterday. He's still a cuddly little thing, thankfully, and I may or may not have spent the majority of my three day weekend cuddling him to sleep. And I don't regret it at all :)northwesternbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13237516382815234504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22163911.post-43559575233473893732011-10-03T12:02:00.003-06:002011-10-03T12:19:57.051-06:00New Shift = Swimming<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioUfk8qzyPF_diF9ACfjlVjqpjK7iK_PLOBDRf50R8AtNJS8kaic3uT3IioqdwKXJZdq1LVbYcrRR18zrt2tKXek87cGjbnCQ0c8QXMhtR71mhwupWw5KGxYm_ScM7a0nffyjPmA/s1600/Lap-Pools-1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659327909078042434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioUfk8qzyPF_diF9ACfjlVjqpjK7iK_PLOBDRf50R8AtNJS8kaic3uT3IioqdwKXJZdq1LVbYcrRR18zrt2tKXek87cGjbnCQ0c8QXMhtR71mhwupWw5KGxYm_ScM7a0nffyjPmA/s400/Lap-Pools-1.jpg" /></a><br />So, my schedule at work changed so that I start at 7 a.m. instead of 6 a.m. Considering my baby boy is still up at around 4:30 for food, though, means that I actually have time to get my big ass to the gym! Honestly, I was pretty convinced last night that I wasn't going to make it, but then I was up and sleep was not an option, so I couldn't talk myself out of it. <br /><br />The rec center where I just got my annual membership is only about a block away from my house, so it works out pretty well. This morning I did 30 minutes of swimming, which is by far my favorite sport/exercise. I even got in on some of the water aerobics class that started at 6, but I had to bail at 6:15 so that I could be out of there by 6:30. Tomorrow I may change it up and use the fitness room instead, but we'll have to see. I love the water so much, and it really was an excellent way to start my day.northwesternbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13237516382815234504noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22163911.post-65603442630950352772011-09-23T20:06:00.005-06:002011-09-23T20:29:12.450-06:00Baby Bath Time<div style="text-align: center;">I figure it's pretty appropriate to just start this thing off right with a cute picture of the Baby Boy. Of course, they're pretty much all cute, so it's hard to choose one, but I just came across this one on our desktop comp:</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuHhxrnsnsl8K0mM6rg_hdjZA2I-9m_UbFrMymuaVZDcDjTjfrnJmAnRZg3onS8xl10-Xgc8VrGfE_gBGzeylb2r9cdy72E4iyn1TUAKeNhlovovE8gH70KPpPfs9N8-MZ0bnXkA/s1600/DSC05204.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuHhxrnsnsl8K0mM6rg_hdjZA2I-9m_UbFrMymuaVZDcDjTjfrnJmAnRZg3onS8xl10-Xgc8VrGfE_gBGzeylb2r9cdy72E4iyn1TUAKeNhlovovE8gH70KPpPfs9N8-MZ0bnXkA/s400/DSC05204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655743098714861410" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Does it need to be said again? Probably not, but I will anyway: my baby boy is the cutest ever!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So, a lot of parents that I speak to are shocked that my 2.5 month old is sleeping through the night. Well, I hate to burst anyone's bubble, but he's been sleeping through the night since he was just about six weeks old. Now, I suppose it is possible that he's just a really good sleeper, but I'm convinced that it is thanks to Baby Bath Time, which happens every night sometime between 8 and 9 p.m. Back when he was little enough, we bathed him in the bathroom sink:</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihDxUIZoCL0zN65Q37-hXEc7A4Um4-aIyK8dv9P42ozpIZugKlOGSgFT13YylVaGwDd_RGZoAl_c5a8dcr3eZh94vNi8EQFTOV646-C749b9hKzfzJTeIIBfYOobQIDdTPDT9ZNg/s1600/DSC05091.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihDxUIZoCL0zN65Q37-hXEc7A4Um4-aIyK8dv9P42ozpIZugKlOGSgFT13YylVaGwDd_RGZoAl_c5a8dcr3eZh94vNi8EQFTOV646-C749b9hKzfzJTeIIBfYOobQIDdTPDT9ZNg/s400/DSC05091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655743105678042498" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">That was sufficient for a little while, but sooner rather than later we had to move him into the baby bath:</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN5kCRLQcd3YtwX2yPIGhksmRSINNI3y340p3rx14bTSNi93du21-N6qvZ5DWCGhBUghIr1bA0Ei-T0eQdsTkwG21g_Wj1jpEe2v9Imy9isLKWlUm5VmSWHMWZ56tETrCcmeAWLQ/s1600/DSC05123.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN5kCRLQcd3YtwX2yPIGhksmRSINNI3y340p3rx14bTSNi93du21-N6qvZ5DWCGhBUghIr1bA0Ei-T0eQdsTkwG21g_Wj1jpEe2v9Imy9isLKWlUm5VmSWHMWZ56tETrCcmeAWLQ/s400/DSC05123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655743109908364514" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And of course from there it was only a matter of time before this happened:</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfQeb96_HR1Bv7CIfrJlu7ugtAKibJd_XV-lwk93pLCpOxMGMFHS77zLo_hB-Zr5-_3bnDY13jGZ5ADD5iw2cSK2TK7H_69JaTeRxqAnzeR2IDSy-9bMYsFTDSBTDSyvKMcdmoDg/s1600/DSC05253.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfQeb96_HR1Bv7CIfrJlu7ugtAKibJd_XV-lwk93pLCpOxMGMFHS77zLo_hB-Zr5-_3bnDY13jGZ5ADD5iw2cSK2TK7H_69JaTeRxqAnzeR2IDSy-9bMYsFTDSBTDSyvKMcdmoDg/s400/DSC05253.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655743116967212098" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Luckily for C and I, this baby loves his bath. Getting out of the bath, on the other hand....</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVFuIxhoCMz8l1YVDbHjc57PrDMZgXRzDXOSdOkL_ui-p4dCnzswtvUt_P2ktVc7l19h2A_bOTFVQthE2nszM4uLBE5eV0pIEOWyjDA9_05wITPt8uioDwZUIoqAmD-F4sUxGdPQ/s1600/DSC05094.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVFuIxhoCMz8l1YVDbHjc57PrDMZgXRzDXOSdOkL_ui-p4dCnzswtvUt_P2ktVc7l19h2A_bOTFVQthE2nszM4uLBE5eV0pIEOWyjDA9_05wITPt8uioDwZUIoqAmD-F4sUxGdPQ/s400/DSC05094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655743114049064274" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Well, he is undecided about the hooded towel. Mom loves it, though. And he's adorable in it :)</div>northwesternbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13237516382815234504noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22163911.post-72824494295337399422011-09-14T11:17:00.000-06:002011-09-15T17:30:54.321-06:002 Month Photo Round Up<div style="text-align: center;">I know I've said it before, but I will say it again (and again...and again): my baby boy is the cutest baby ever made! I know, that's what all parents think, but let's face it: not all babies are adorable. I daresay most of them are pretty funny looking when they're born, but my baby boy has been the cutest little man since the day he was born. And all the proof I have for that is right here:</div><p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV2T0Zj0tG3oRW5vhHbm0mCAy32XvvW6OYPsfdAsqhopqNVZpHKYbReEeXeHydRNtjrwixA1ZZwbvf7JsL8R2Ht9HBXbMcbzKQo1YeDMgfI2cwFNAfhyMueqbvkHAp5F8o2mvBJA/s1600/IMAG0763-772115.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651152493867030578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV2T0Zj0tG3oRW5vhHbm0mCAy32XvvW6OYPsfdAsqhopqNVZpHKYbReEeXeHydRNtjrwixA1ZZwbvf7JsL8R2Ht9HBXbMcbzKQo1YeDMgfI2cwFNAfhyMueqbvkHAp5F8o2mvBJA/s320/IMAG0763-772115.jpg" /></a></p><div style="text-align: center;">Tell me that's not the cutest little face you have ever seen. Go on, I'll wait.....and for no reason at all, here's a picture of his gigantic eyes:</div><p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRa4UbtgynA-XIAan2qky8QAV7jojGQdoYtN6rPSDhCoBSCrhuUkrn-irWT-J1LfjVO_iXwJJPjhzZ2IL1mDdKQcPSRUF2u1MK9hS8hGTYFq4wHKnDwOV1KMIvoWFeHs1L8Fw49w/s1600/IMAG0775-770552.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651152485456578914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRa4UbtgynA-XIAan2qky8QAV7jojGQdoYtN6rPSDhCoBSCrhuUkrn-irWT-J1LfjVO_iXwJJPjhzZ2IL1mDdKQcPSRUF2u1MK9hS8hGTYFq4wHKnDwOV1KMIvoWFeHs1L8Fw49w/s320/IMAG0775-770552.jpg" /></a></p><div style="text-align: center;">And here's one of him from this week with his daddy:</div><p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqg5b5YHR0gxgHJZiL3FxMfoSmwffYuvNa3BQQpepy726Uvr8mX7QQebs2RSB9y9xWdrRv2Nc9SNJGHMWu9HsQNBKoAKA0mn8EfBvZ0d2Qa3jQPpm0SBT-P1AjrAotBn9uCcRxKA/s1600/IMAG0784-1-768710.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651152480109072818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqg5b5YHR0gxgHJZiL3FxMfoSmwffYuvNa3BQQpepy726Uvr8mX7QQebs2RSB9y9xWdrRv2Nc9SNJGHMWu9HsQNBKoAKA0mn8EfBvZ0d2Qa3jQPpm0SBT-P1AjrAotBn9uCcRxKA/s320/IMAG0784-1-768710.jpg" /></a></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">See, can't deny it can, you? A. Dor. A. Ble! And on top of all that ridiculous cuteness, he's an awesome baby. He sleeps like a champ! And we don't have to worry about the pacifier anymore because he discovered that a forefinger/thumb combination is much easier to get a good grip on and a lot less likely to fall on the floor.</div><p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihFR5SpkdZnxqFDorDh19cjY2KjI_kJgD9zQ1JwibINuR97yG1XmIAQEBDbtRdQ0P4FWze2qE8rFf1pwBdFM_sw71_i24bV8-6iep3L9XVxGQlv-6uptHrAghA7nRibveBSbqLKA/s1600/IMAG0770-771224.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651152490299468386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihFR5SpkdZnxqFDorDh19cjY2KjI_kJgD9zQ1JwibINuR97yG1XmIAQEBDbtRdQ0P4FWze2qE8rFf1pwBdFM_sw71_i24bV8-6iep3L9XVxGQlv-6uptHrAghA7nRibveBSbqLKA/s320/IMAG0770-771224.jpg" /></a></p><div style="text-align: center;">He is a super sweet little guy, but he reminds me more and more of me thanks to the little attitude he is developing:</div><p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdm1MEVeev7ZMJ1HZF7bBF83COOjvd1ge-q6zY-MgLR7smni-r_naugvidksFJBa3NSNiYO1rwOeIRg2DN5uL21BGkleAop5AjElIPTdjENNGXrar-jcof36CFdJHdWdfRkmy3Ww/s1600/IMAG0735-704888.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651153492584443058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdm1MEVeev7ZMJ1HZF7bBF83COOjvd1ge-q6zY-MgLR7smni-r_naugvidksFJBa3NSNiYO1rwOeIRg2DN5uL21BGkleAop5AjElIPTdjENNGXrar-jcof36CFdJHdWdfRkmy3Ww/s320/IMAG0735-704888.jpg" /></a></p><div style="text-align: center;">This is what I get for taking pictures instead of feeding him. I think he looks most like me when he's in this kind of mood. My parents and siblings would probably agree. But aside from the occasional outburst when mom doesn't move fast enough, he's pretty chill. He's getting more vocal and even more smiley, though, whenever I try to take a picture of him being smiley, he stops doing it: </div><p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNcpUCdXNy7RDEn_kABKLt2KmF2CCDH1rKyTDDk-5_94n0szkKjDCzZz0S1v8k6gIbv-npl08lYb3e7IyVHpa3qWBA0A9wXevOeqSHMIIWZHSXbQ6oA3N3h6Vi2eTWmWwKmXF5eQ/s1600/IMAG0734-705731.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651153500442992978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNcpUCdXNy7RDEn_kABKLt2KmF2CCDH1rKyTDDk-5_94n0szkKjDCzZz0S1v8k6gIbv-npl08lYb3e7IyVHpa3qWBA0A9wXevOeqSHMIIWZHSXbQ6oA3N3h6Vi2eTWmWwKmXF5eQ/s320/IMAG0734-705731.jpg" /></a></p><div style="text-align: center;">Two seconds earlier he'd been smiling up a storm. I have managed to get him smiling at least once on video. All I can say is that it is so super cute! Seriously, I cannot get enough of this little guy.</div><p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhazPu3jB3b_tthXkH_6CphlFmmPxSPZL2sQ8BEE1pJJpr3RSX0fifsW0aX99L-xAvPcfjy_50sCBvZCAy92qk-cgzuiLnc31WQbymirQ9tt9X8v5WdyKQuFWeeGm_57Aw38Tsizw/s1600/IMAG0720-708373.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651153508095286642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhazPu3jB3b_tthXkH_6CphlFmmPxSPZL2sQ8BEE1pJJpr3RSX0fifsW0aX99L-xAvPcfjy_50sCBvZCAy92qk-cgzuiLnc31WQbymirQ9tt9X8v5WdyKQuFWeeGm_57Aw38Tsizw/s320/IMAG0720-708373.jpg" /></a></p><div style="text-align: center;">So sweet! Plus, he's super cool and a sharp dresser:</div><p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Tg6na4J7b11eJxfahT3g5w45ea59WwLMP0NpWgUSEH5ZosyQGN9vpUcVcBWqTwk7IuRUBfrPIH14eSMEr_ng2L89UDQwxj90EeRsuzWDwTGtmiRqbm_26UoOwMORtZ2YlTw1ww/s1600/IMAG0762-772890.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651152499380212018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Tg6na4J7b11eJxfahT3g5w45ea59WwLMP0NpWgUSEH5ZosyQGN9vpUcVcBWqTwk7IuRUBfrPIH14eSMEr_ng2L89UDQwxj90EeRsuzWDwTGtmiRqbm_26UoOwMORtZ2YlTw1ww/s320/IMAG0762-772890.jpg" /></a></p><div style="text-align: center;">Knuckles? Yes.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Little Guy had his 2 month check up on Sept. 8 (exactly two months! I'm good at this game), and everything is good except for the fact that he has only gained 1/2 lb and 3/4 inch since birth. The doc was not terribly thrilled about that, but he was not overly concerned about it either, so he's having us supplement nursing with formula and rice cereal for the time being. And add this to the No Amount of Warning Can Prepare You For list: Immunizations. Poor little guy has never screamed so loud in his life! It was, quite possibly, harder for me to bear than it was for him, but I know better than he does how necessary the shots are to keep him safe. Now that we're through the first round maybe mom won't cry next time...maybe.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So, Baby Boy should gain at least one whole pound before we go back to the office next Thursday. He is not at all picky about his food, so he eats the formula up like it is nothing, and the increase in food has made him a lot more content. However, having to feed him four ounces at a time every 2 to 3 hours can make it feel like I do nothing but feed him all day long! Now that I'm back at work his daddy is starting to realize just how much work it is to be a work-from-home parent. Needless to say there is very little work actually getting done while Mom's at work, on account of the fact that his daddy can't resist the cuteness either and just wants to hold him all the time. C, however, is better at it than I am because he did actually manage to get some cleaning done yesterday between feedings. I can only hope that I'll be so luckily productive over the weekend.</div>northwesternbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13237516382815234504noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22163911.post-76485169469787196612011-09-06T15:59:00.000-06:002011-09-11T16:00:02.755-06:00Recent Conversations Between New Parents...He kicked his little sockie off.<br />
Oh no. How'd he do that?<br />
I dunno. Should I put it back on? He looks so content. I don't wanna touch him.<br />
Yeah, don't touch him. He's okay.<br />
I'm worried about his little foot.<br />
He's okay. Don't disturb him.<br />
...[pause for consideration of cold toes versus being woken up]...<br />
You're right. northwesternbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13237516382815234504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22163911.post-14200333722943884992011-08-28T07:52:00.008-06:002011-08-28T19:50:48.389-06:00And Another Year Goes By.
<br />So it's what? The 28th of August now? Yeah, that's right. I had to check because I haven't been at work in over two months and keeping track of the date is not much of a priority. I guess I'll have to get used to it soon, though, seeing as I go back to work in nine days. Surprisingly, I have few complaints about it. Colt is sleeping through the night, pretty much, so the only thing I have left to worry about is pumping enough milk to get his dad through the first few days. Luckily, since I return to work on a Tuesday, I will only have to work three days in my first week back, unless there is overtime available (and from what I hear about unusually high volumes thanks to the stock market roller coaster as of late, there should be). All in all, I'm glad I've had the time off, but I'm ready to go back.
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<br />I'm not that bummed about going back to work, but I am bummed that the summer is ending with an unfortunate double whammy: the pool shuts down next weekend too. I haven't even taken the Baby Boy down there yet :( I'm going to try to get that done this week. He really likes his bathtime, so I think the pool will be fun for him. And for me. But for him more because he needs the distraction. So far walks and the nightly bath will distract him from his fussiness, but that's all we got so far. We'll have to find a pool to go to during the winter. The one at the rec center up the street will probably do fine. It's close enough to walk to at least until it gets really cold.
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<br />I'm getting distracted. It happens often these days, and it's mostly due to the fact that my baby boy is so freaking cute that his dad and I will spend hours just watching him, awake or asleep. Just thinking about him, sleeping soundly away for probably not too much longer, gets me distracted. I want to post pictures from my birthday. I'd better do it before he wakes up!
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<br />So, usually the Famdamly gathers at Bear Lake around my birthday (and by that I mean I insist that we go with the boat and the rest of them agree because Bear Lake is AMAZING), but this year it was decided that boating with a 6 week old baby was probably not the best idea. Honestly, I was okay with the idea, but that's mostly just because I am still naive about the process it is to take a 6 week old baby anywhere further than down the stairs and into the stroller for our nightly walk.
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<br />We ended up picnicking at the park down the street from my house, which was excellent. KFC and 10,000 Tacos to Go from up the street and we were in business. The picture taking commenced once the Baby Boy decided he was going to be fussy and Grandpa volunteered to remedy the situation with a walk around the playground in the stroller:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp9UoDfIhH1gxWQNU8TdMXHyhvtnEnZQ4H1ggnjdTj3zdYKtMdeZ4FwsuqqxyhuwJCTlM8rU21YnHOjI3GxeHCGBoYrKCZaOcF-weR_uEHnvDnoTA0nq7JQI5wL_ZMyZfMoJlT0w/s1600/DSC04937.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp9UoDfIhH1gxWQNU8TdMXHyhvtnEnZQ4H1ggnjdTj3zdYKtMdeZ4FwsuqqxyhuwJCTlM8rU21YnHOjI3GxeHCGBoYrKCZaOcF-weR_uEHnvDnoTA0nq7JQI5wL_ZMyZfMoJlT0w/s400/DSC04937.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645908689011475186" /></a>Of course Chris and Tank had to go with him, and Chris may or may not be a total ham. And I may or may not have taken several pictures of Grandpa pushing the stroller, partly because Grandma kept asking if I had a picture and also because it has been a VERY long while since we last saw Grandpa pushing a stroller...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigrzUhiXurLlO2UGd0NgtE6wjHRrl7rfUhYQwQ-4Nxf_MMG_vFCf21N-pbXKVUuMovbphV_gnzV196tRfhL55ZgHgjSY4GJXDJXXz9sQZYfTyziGwrTG1I2b7HciAcwNpGKsexJw/s1600/DSC04943.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigrzUhiXurLlO2UGd0NgtE6wjHRrl7rfUhYQwQ-4Nxf_MMG_vFCf21N-pbXKVUuMovbphV_gnzV196tRfhL55ZgHgjSY4GJXDJXXz9sQZYfTyziGwrTG1I2b7HciAcwNpGKsexJw/s400/DSC04943.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645908694041145682" /></a>There he is again! Actually, come to think of it, I'm not sure I've ever seen my dad push a stroller. No wonder Grandma wanted pictures. I'd say he's got this Grandpa thing down pretty well. <div>
<br /></div><div>All of my siblings save one were able to make it down, and it seems that all of us now have significant others, thanks to Geoff's new flame, Heather. Unfortunately I didn't get a good picture of them, and Geoff told me they weren't an item, but from the looks of it that would appear to be a lie. She's a cutie, though, and I hope she sticks around for a while. This is pretty much the only picture of Geoff's face that I managed to get. </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtO-9dwa2NrykGHFxG0bCe8FR-xJL27Xzz84EjJ23VNNy-EDjHX2mbY8cFnLegN4udQzwxCbvRWe3NSz9xmC1a9Fn23zJvyC2moPcQokjkZsrTIbcxt-N9WU18ihgpo8uVNvSUNg/s1600/DSC04933.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtO-9dwa2NrykGHFxG0bCe8FR-xJL27Xzz84EjJ23VNNy-EDjHX2mbY8cFnLegN4udQzwxCbvRWe3NSz9xmC1a9Fn23zJvyC2moPcQokjkZsrTIbcxt-N9WU18ihgpo8uVNvSUNg/s400/DSC04933.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645909506638877842" /></a>In case you can't tell, I now have two bearded brothers. Geoff had no qualms admitting that he's copying his older brother's style, but thanks to the honor code at BYU-I, he's probably already shaved it off. And speaking of bearded men, here's mine!
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZvdqq0bSJQeh98tWGykMOhPS1yw0Vd9njpKYvnSzC9E0Hk7s73aFCtzE4A4ZUu51MDtlABpoqBYrYaxt2uv_kQ66jKupjBsMW41k2e9Jy-G_n4Z4NCT2RU3ftEjqoz4t4tG4LAw/s1600/DSC04942.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZvdqq0bSJQeh98tWGykMOhPS1yw0Vd9njpKYvnSzC9E0Hk7s73aFCtzE4A4ZUu51MDtlABpoqBYrYaxt2uv_kQ66jKupjBsMW41k2e9Jy-G_n4Z4NCT2RU3ftEjqoz4t4tG4LAw/s400/DSC04942.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645909500458506530" /></a>So relaxed, I'd swear he was taking a nap. If only he'd had this kind of help from my nephie poo:
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeY-RJ4JaG-K6WtXFN6YUXQ8rrNQW60tJCIFmunjWitTH0pwZ-Xu1wa3Oj04MXCiZHEFrislmZRYUM5ZbV9rVRrAUO4jOP7WQ1B_dSrwK3ttQAXTfKcdEDOzX5LyH2UQ6tZcQMmg/s1600/DSC04956.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeY-RJ4JaG-K6WtXFN6YUXQ8rrNQW60tJCIFmunjWitTH0pwZ-Xu1wa3Oj04MXCiZHEFrislmZRYUM5ZbV9rVRrAUO4jOP7WQ1B_dSrwK3ttQAXTfKcdEDOzX5LyH2UQ6tZcQMmg/s400/DSC04956.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645909496842666834" /></a>Aunt Shnookie probably got herself into that mess. But it's okay because she repaid the favor with this back-straightening maneuver:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeuupN_2gRgYqccXqPF8QEREukT2ayNgfNdCisWvarPomwEg2k7HZE3FK8uw-sdgzYkpt2Do-0lPBM-xuB0yXCapwr4jN5OOwBVtIl_IJBFcDZZiUN1lFS1AZ_wxbxWBrUuroMYA/s1600/DSC04952.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeuupN_2gRgYqccXqPF8QEREukT2ayNgfNdCisWvarPomwEg2k7HZE3FK8uw-sdgzYkpt2Do-0lPBM-xuB0yXCapwr4jN5OOwBVtIl_IJBFcDZZiUN1lFS1AZ_wxbxWBrUuroMYA/s400/DSC04952.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645908685081470562" /></a>It must have worked because this little guy is relaxed!
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIcqwmkqpIBgNzxcDusZykw-xZ2G1c3X5f9XAcYt4lDGTh6QplCOo1JtgWdJueceXJJ_Jz-IEN8v2Wc2KD51G8QDVIjB5MqAVfPVLzwBh6mK9mg8GPPl3GZ6IziuHIFHB4emlQhQ/s1600/DSC04949.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIcqwmkqpIBgNzxcDusZykw-xZ2G1c3X5f9XAcYt4lDGTh6QplCOo1JtgWdJueceXJJ_Jz-IEN8v2Wc2KD51G8QDVIjB5MqAVfPVLzwBh6mK9mg8GPPl3GZ6IziuHIFHB4emlQhQ/s400/DSC04949.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645909493065389858" /></a>
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<br />Of course it is worth mentioning that the <a href="http://abelnap.blogspot.com/">newlyweds</a> are as happy as can be. Aren't they cute?
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRQJUMR6ngXKs6ks_0EXL-Guoy7zEMdro2nGYDiXWxHxFSbh1p4g01suUVJja9t5CWuRYBqg5k9V_7r1i5qHfFIlBq62KPt0asXi0Pqvl4qnCpU0jl9bFZNl7DenXp_kPTVYs1ag/s1600/DSC04951.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRQJUMR6ngXKs6ks_0EXL-Guoy7zEMdro2nGYDiXWxHxFSbh1p4g01suUVJja9t5CWuRYBqg5k9V_7r1i5qHfFIlBq62KPt0asXi0Pqvl4qnCpU0jl9bFZNl7DenXp_kPTVYs1ag/s400/DSC04951.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645908683679651394" /></a>Mostly my sister is just gorgeous.
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<br />All in all, turning 26 was not that big of a deal to me. Last year I was determined to party it up for the official passing of my youth as I moved from 24 to 25, but this year I was not so concerned about moving into the dreaded "almost 30" age-range. I'm just grateful that my family was willing to come hang out with me. And as an added bonus, I walked away with a Belgian waffle maker. I call that a success!northwesternbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13237516382815234504noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22163911.post-40040776186457560492011-08-10T16:34:00.006-06:002011-08-10T17:07:04.986-06:00One MonthWell, we've made it 30 + days and the baby is still alive. Whew! It's been a crazy month. The longest of my life? Hmm. Maybe not, but definitely in the running. Now that it's over, I can say the typical "OMG it went so fast!" but I clearly remember thinking on many an occasion "Everyone says this goes by so fast....when does that start?" In any case, we're into month 2 now and things are getting easier. Or maybe I'm just accustomed to functioning on 4 hours of sleep already...in any case, here he is at one month old: <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUveamSp8mg16TbK7Rqv-p2xFkZF6WN-UB-AMjWNOagHjVMhyrljk9LqTnk2ot2XqUuZm3Q3-E_4GofLC1XL-4J-8OvDu0io1gkdYM7FZOuagsg9zGQC5oAJ1YphTWCy3emgx80A/s1600/IMAG0648.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUveamSp8mg16TbK7Rqv-p2xFkZF6WN-UB-AMjWNOagHjVMhyrljk9LqTnk2ot2XqUuZm3Q3-E_4GofLC1XL-4J-8OvDu0io1gkdYM7FZOuagsg9zGQC5oAJ1YphTWCy3emgx80A/s400/IMAG0648.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639360633290863842" /></a>What did we accomplish in the first month (other than keeping him alive, which is a feat in and of itself)? Well, not really anything more exciting than the actual birthing part. He did catch onto breastfeeding pretty easily, though the first couple of attempts at the hospital were hit and miss(thank god for knowledgeable nurses!). He's a champ at it nowadays, and I think that if he were left up to his own devices he'd eat all the time. Mastering the nursing thing is about it, though, as far as accomplishments go. I mean, that is, unless you count getting cuter and cuter by the day an accomplishment. Which it well should be! I mean, look at this baby:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMy_EPp5t0j2gdK0vWWSNpSxCW7sBwXu3f4V92D_mkAze2Fwkk44w21ZZ898qveAQngEpKu8CtjlFurrE-NXoAWFE9LnsO5HIaqoNo5myr-tqST7ha8c0rVvAgup2XSGxO3d_qsw/s1600/IMAG0630.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMy_EPp5t0j2gdK0vWWSNpSxCW7sBwXu3f4V92D_mkAze2Fwkk44w21ZZ898qveAQngEpKu8CtjlFurrE-NXoAWFE9LnsO5HIaqoNo5myr-tqST7ha8c0rVvAgup2XSGxO3d_qsw/s400/IMAG0630.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639362881081946594" /></a>How freaking cute is he? Granted I'm a little bit biased, but he really is freaking precious. Everything he does is cute. he's even cute when he sleeps:
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4z0BaSe2mcFIWZTYkFdaRbvxbf8NNH7O59MeYMkhCmw8TooOTYoYjDmfdyn_N7T7zBVqs_ZakHEG5ngE7nuoVrTI2BoO8d8pf98-TuOUvMLfw-d61VeHjhg71UjiSGvMRZ11b-g/s1600/IMAG0625.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4z0BaSe2mcFIWZTYkFdaRbvxbf8NNH7O59MeYMkhCmw8TooOTYoYjDmfdyn_N7T7zBVqs_ZakHEG5ngE7nuoVrTI2BoO8d8pf98-TuOUvMLfw-d61VeHjhg71UjiSGvMRZ11b-g/s400/IMAG0625.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639360652256613186" /></a>Speaking of which, he does seem to be getting better at the whole sleeping thing. There is usually at least one 4 hour stretch at night that his dad and I are both able to sleep, and that usually falls between midnight and 4 am. Being at work by 6 am for two years has trained me to be up around 4 anyway, so I guess it works. I've been pretty bad about bringing him into the bed with me in the mornings, though, and not surprisingly, he loves to sleep in my bed. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRFx_hYuIIVvae7-9TjVSnsmuG9HyQ5EI8D56PuUwG6TIETWNV2EkbqTO65AmfKZqYYO3NF9JEgHU7qjIEtc5F4XmnT6qrieU2BKu1m_3PaolvU2A_6z-dip9cptq1XLZPzUtBqw/s1600/IMAG0611.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRFx_hYuIIVvae7-9TjVSnsmuG9HyQ5EI8D56PuUwG6TIETWNV2EkbqTO65AmfKZqYYO3NF9JEgHU7qjIEtc5F4XmnT6qrieU2BKu1m_3PaolvU2A_6z-dip9cptq1XLZPzUtBqw/s400/IMAG0611.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639360642731915730" /></a>It's amazing how much of a bed such a little thing can take up. And along the same lines of spoiling my child, turns out he loves the carrier too:
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTMmSFl3OYkRD8CRgxV0V590EMSif_YnwuqwWBCe4XtfBc6KlXtE_XWntFx3i1vvIJsN-wGiS_IXd67jNNvlZuyA6zuFe8AOmlzlYJBWSGewzKJEzlI9XEq3ARcwiZtLUnViD9Eg/s1600/IMAG0606.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTMmSFl3OYkRD8CRgxV0V590EMSif_YnwuqwWBCe4XtfBc6KlXtE_XWntFx3i1vvIJsN-wGiS_IXd67jNNvlZuyA6zuFe8AOmlzlYJBWSGewzKJEzlI9XEq3ARcwiZtLUnViD9Eg/s400/IMAG0606.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639360641239408066" /></a>This thing allows me to get so much done! And of course he falls asleep within minutes of putting him in it and then I can't get him out without waking him up again, so he may or may not have slept in the carrier while it laid on the couch on more than one occasion. Don't judge.
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<br />Colt made his first road trip during his first 30 days on Earth too. We headed north for <a href="http://abelnap.blogspot.com/">Shnookie Shnook's</a> wedding. I'll be posting pictures from that affair later, but I would like to take this opportunity to say that traveling with an infant was not nearly the clusterf*ck I thought it would be. I figure that's mostly because IF is only three hours away, and Colt eats just about every three hours, so he slept most of the way up AND most of the way back. Lucky! Of course there was plenty of pass-the-baby going on, and vigilant as we are, we did manage to get four generations pictures with both sides of my family. Excellent :)
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<br />So that's it for now, but pictures of the baby are piling up on my phone more and more every day, so more to come soon.northwesternbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13237516382815234504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22163911.post-31270191180675312342011-07-20T18:56:00.007-06:002011-07-22T18:59:39.422-06:00Baby Boy, in the Flesh.So, I used to take a lot of pictures of my <a href="http://mtybf.blogspot.com/search/label/Candy">kitty cat</a> on my phone. Nowadays and much to her chagrin, Candy's camera time has been dedicated to pictures of this little guy.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihqi-UZHRmr-oihQmAyM2C9n6KETz8XJkK7M9y3mtay0Lhx80YOCUt5bWUTvuHfdFQNPPtBw96AA5cUFxZkoWvXRyq1rCNcFbmRhVvjk2xqVEhEJkMgOHkVuL5rvI3tHwBtZ6McQ/s1600/IMG_9742+copy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihqi-UZHRmr-oihQmAyM2C9n6KETz8XJkK7M9y3mtay0Lhx80YOCUt5bWUTvuHfdFQNPPtBw96AA5cUFxZkoWvXRyq1rCNcFbmRhVvjk2xqVEhEJkMgOHkVuL5rvI3tHwBtZ6McQ/s400/IMG_9742+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631904619479335954" /></a>Isn't he adorable? This pic comes from the photoshoot <a href="http://fotoandfilm.blogspot.com/">Bestie</a> did last week. The rest are from my phone:<br /><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI-rm1jho6bpmkDUeJgcvbyzaNr_6D6hvcnNlp_GImJCU76-VJy6whGvOLUK_atiy91DES8R4Jys1SDkJTe0oruzfhto0x0YL7EdtVepyjl3L35Xq2tcWf8J8C50K0WuGgIA-suA/s1600/IMAG0466-724944.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI-rm1jho6bpmkDUeJgcvbyzaNr_6D6hvcnNlp_GImJCU76-VJy6whGvOLUK_atiy91DES8R4Jys1SDkJTe0oruzfhto0x0YL7EdtVepyjl3L35Xq2tcWf8J8C50K0WuGgIA-suA/s320/IMAG0466-724944.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631603317296822114" /></a></p>My last maternity picture, right before we headed into the hospital on Thursday night. Don't I just look about to pop? That's 6 days overdue, by the way. We did everything we could in the week leading up to Colt's birth to initiate labor short of taking castor oil, but all to no avail. Walking around Ikea for hours, taking a midnight stroll through the neighborhood, the breast pump, other nipple situation methods and sexy times, but nothing we did would get this baby moving on out. The pitocin eventually persuaded him, though, and here he is in his printed debut with daddy:<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_nXWxxvPWRs0OOqPPuXnP1LQk2cZWkIBhRvt_TUZ17fXixvvtH0eMOiHWJeplpVMkWx88cWGXlMCmM4N6b29dUnStKMaj-JysHnrzQeKzbFBWTt44JWJrTeBWTDC-fENHBM6PGg/s1600/IMAG0467-726225.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_nXWxxvPWRs0OOqPPuXnP1LQk2cZWkIBhRvt_TUZ17fXixvvtH0eMOiHWJeplpVMkWx88cWGXlMCmM4N6b29dUnStKMaj-JysHnrzQeKzbFBWTt44JWJrTeBWTDC-fENHBM6PGg/s320/IMAG0467-726225.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631603323893997730" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo">That's one happy, and clean-shaven, daddy! The clean-shaven thing was done for Grandmommy's sake. She doesn't approve of C's facial hair, so he shaved it all off so that she wouldn't have to photoshop him out of all the pictures ;)</p><p class="mobile-photo">Here's a better shot of his face, wrapped up all nice and warm in the blanket that Mommy so lovingly made for him:</p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWtGE_X2oMnre-3Ws2FxYyEs7j2l1N_p-l0wy2WR3_3btsIXIWTOYERgfrYM_NGR6IvY4PxifEryoEgQzTivO9a8hdhkTVeZjVd6aVnZQcJfZN55R0zHOBy0Xzn8bfH9Eu9BYpdg/s1600/IMAG0472-727107.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWtGE_X2oMnre-3Ws2FxYyEs7j2l1N_p-l0wy2WR3_3btsIXIWTOYERgfrYM_NGR6IvY4PxifEryoEgQzTivO9a8hdhkTVeZjVd6aVnZQcJfZN55R0zHOBy0Xzn8bfH9Eu9BYpdg/s320/IMAG0472-727107.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631603326329769618" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo">And another with daddy. Holding on tight!</p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTBc_WzBAj8ChCvmkaZS9zK0m-P-vYwnjUlkKMoSaLW9QqPSywVnsjhb8-Q4jsQ0XAPuuuZ5p_70oN1Mn18tqo_X6N70vftn2GdMhe9Tf2rJOVlCSe3M5ARA3rUSr0VI72pqWR3Q/s1600/IMAG0476-728494.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTBc_WzBAj8ChCvmkaZS9zK0m-P-vYwnjUlkKMoSaLW9QqPSywVnsjhb8-Q4jsQ0XAPuuuZ5p_70oN1Mn18tqo_X6N70vftn2GdMhe9Tf2rJOVlCSe3M5ARA3rUSr0VI72pqWR3Q/s320/IMAG0476-728494.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631603331206690706" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo">Haha I love this next picture, in his going-home outfit, with the scrunchy face!</p><p class="mobile-photo"></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0rlBUkB3hI88kXeD3YCJ7gCtsVzFRj3LPoGchXbBtaTIxBR2m4P25cKiwbQGqDQ3qhlKmY-FDrXKnA5yG2Scv-P_t0iSCmurX3yWqn3Nv8oHnLxexWD8t0J2Bgio6PaDncNfhXw/s1600/IMAG0481-735848.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0rlBUkB3hI88kXeD3YCJ7gCtsVzFRj3LPoGchXbBtaTIxBR2m4P25cKiwbQGqDQ3qhlKmY-FDrXKnA5yG2Scv-P_t0iSCmurX3yWqn3Nv8oHnLxexWD8t0J2Bgio6PaDncNfhXw/s320/IMAG0481-735848.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631603797173257522" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo">That face says: me no likey! </p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCo29DYIs4jUHVsEHE2YP06byIsrP0QL_4wSxqRdVG2d2LwwCgOAfDHczekJOBleW7Ql6M7nXHRECtgMO4_s4pHDhSSUxIE4RDqk8ivbrvr3WkrKjIthXGB1rcSUeLlNUm9g9lCA/s1600/IMAG0483-736756.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCo29DYIs4jUHVsEHE2YP06byIsrP0QL_4wSxqRdVG2d2LwwCgOAfDHczekJOBleW7Ql6M7nXHRECtgMO4_s4pHDhSSUxIE4RDqk8ivbrvr3WkrKjIthXGB1rcSUeLlNUm9g9lCA/s320/IMAG0483-736756.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631603800379012130" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo">Look how little he is in that big car seat! Momma appreciates the fact that he was born at less than 8 lbs purely for the going up the stairs with a loaded car seat factor. Here he is, finally at home with his Grandmommy:</p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWoE0f8nnCLweYdj3oJMw12soAT1m6vAY014jzPFETc9hvZB_z0cAoFc8AIvsYiNkMwZsWy2go7ZmB-4qcG9Diyaay1X7eqxgzccD7U4EbYTELM-MIx8PNE4KMJuOSDFA4csCCLQ/s1600/IMAG0491-737711.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWoE0f8nnCLweYdj3oJMw12soAT1m6vAY014jzPFETc9hvZB_z0cAoFc8AIvsYiNkMwZsWy2go7ZmB-4qcG9Diyaay1X7eqxgzccD7U4EbYTELM-MIx8PNE4KMJuOSDFA4csCCLQ/s320/IMAG0491-737711.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631603805784252338" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo">And with cousin Chris:</p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRuPmdA_6dNwfwxxcq_X0-blxzsDf2fDgwOxq2KPvLHR1MsaiSjTR9lAfUpxSDicfcQmQyWDamXc_HLmiJ1djQQg6xDelljg7UQDYbUGwj0TtRbx8DV_fimcHT7Mm3xiQLngNGLQ/s1600/IMAG0494-738760.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRuPmdA_6dNwfwxxcq_X0-blxzsDf2fDgwOxq2KPvLHR1MsaiSjTR9lAfUpxSDicfcQmQyWDamXc_HLmiJ1djQQg6xDelljg7UQDYbUGwj0TtRbx8DV_fimcHT7Mm3xiQLngNGLQ/s320/IMAG0494-738760.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631603808452624706" /></a></p> <p></p> And in the magic chair (seriously, the vibrating bouncy chair is the best thing ever invented. He loves it!):<br /><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5kO7uvVKvQ-fR8dFxMzU_ogwa5DLmOQEYxPY89SU1BQ6r2_QVhvbmUlg4rOWcjIliG5XyZCXpAihnWgp5RGdMc_3VFMNM26HFksVCmLf36hbUxWl9Z-siVsqZxPVd3wYUErUMUw/s1600/IMAG0500-766479.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5kO7uvVKvQ-fR8dFxMzU_ogwa5DLmOQEYxPY89SU1BQ6r2_QVhvbmUlg4rOWcjIliG5XyZCXpAihnWgp5RGdMc_3VFMNM26HFksVCmLf36hbUxWl9Z-siVsqZxPVd3wYUErUMUw/s320/IMAG0500-766479.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631605218197726066" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo">When he was first born, we couldn't figure out what color his eyes were. I know, they're going to change, but in the hospital they looked like a weird brownish/grayish/sometimes green and sometimes blue. Two weeks later and they've settled on a blueish gray, with a halo of lighter gray around the pupils. The picture doesn't exactly capture it:</p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjArbakfPzeL4pB4Pawcyb6zE1EJoNL9ZNPRfikeMrwPOj_LcqRf7PvS9RhxmvAIJfhRHXuWXQFLvjYSdOdFUpsawYYmUp95Bve3wmWShuWv8craCgCa6cB47wqV01XcLCPBW3Dw/s1600/IMAG0503-767979.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjArbakfPzeL4pB4Pawcyb6zE1EJoNL9ZNPRfikeMrwPOj_LcqRf7PvS9RhxmvAIJfhRHXuWXQFLvjYSdOdFUpsawYYmUp95Bve3wmWShuWv8craCgCa6cB47wqV01XcLCPBW3Dw/s320/IMAG0503-767979.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631605220643856338" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo">He's such a good baby! And so cuddly. I just can't get enough of him. And guess what! His hair is curly!! Did I mention that already? I'm just really, REALLY stoked on that fact. I swear, it would be my luck to end up with straight haired kids. Looks like that's not happening :)</p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYIwzW8CrKGsVyX4dVa6LHA558PrkDC8vU5iWztP5MOnHJ5a4-U7t3oYvNTHsVhCG_hEAvtRCy_TgTX1Avs6Nb-uHbP0XRhiI0TxK2vPFKUPiD2G8lNoLp5ez4_9JrdCUKUY3NAQ/s1600/IMAG0531-771485.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYIwzW8CrKGsVyX4dVa6LHA558PrkDC8vU5iWztP5MOnHJ5a4-U7t3oYvNTHsVhCG_hEAvtRCy_TgTX1Avs6Nb-uHbP0XRhiI0TxK2vPFKUPiD2G8lNoLp5ez4_9JrdCUKUY3NAQ/s320/IMAG0531-771485.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631605238507280834" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo">And we still managed to get it into somewhat of a Mohawk. We're working on it...</p> <p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3-hcYJj7aoR39QYGZuExsjk5sBUBWdLcBdE6xWBLbSZHgeJYnEs-EyT-WaclU0Tt6_ffhhO1lxS0c4BvvWQQ13paXPss6DbWpu8z6XKSC4KT3Hr4pvGiFoxCmwC0IvVSX8EAiDw/s1600/IMAG0535-767776.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3-hcYJj7aoR39QYGZuExsjk5sBUBWdLcBdE6xWBLbSZHgeJYnEs-EyT-WaclU0Tt6_ffhhO1lxS0c4BvvWQQ13paXPss6DbWpu8z6XKSC4KT3Hr4pvGiFoxCmwC0IvVSX8EAiDw/s320/IMAG0535-767776.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631604792862739010" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo">This is him with Gramma B. He's being so good :)</p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUIx2NpK2w_L8k70gVwtuIuXAVtJOUT0RlcpkZoooTR8HPElt2FskQJ1DjCf_WmktxWv8UDQJ3xCf8bdrhS8eBzeWpf7HwkKxrA_jk2-ozGcDuUtpsYNZE9omx4VeF-KBwL5mwDQ/s1600/IMAG0538-768608.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUIx2NpK2w_L8k70gVwtuIuXAVtJOUT0RlcpkZoooTR8HPElt2FskQJ1DjCf_WmktxWv8UDQJ3xCf8bdrhS8eBzeWpf7HwkKxrA_jk2-ozGcDuUtpsYNZE9omx4VeF-KBwL5mwDQ/s320/IMAG0538-768608.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631604796562341634" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo">And the moody, black and white photo of course:</p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFzIqdCaj7Qnjjs-qiTFvDmLhUsz3dwBdagGjks-KR2JPTvD3GdVCsnqmLrhzCL7MibCekYgxUbYJPBh7R0yZcEWqx9R8orqcmIUyA2WdKLouYG9MI6ILobnhIahDkbyvjcAVHsg/s1600/IMAG0540-769841.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFzIqdCaj7Qnjjs-qiTFvDmLhUsz3dwBdagGjks-KR2JPTvD3GdVCsnqmLrhzCL7MibCekYgxUbYJPBh7R0yZcEWqx9R8orqcmIUyA2WdKLouYG9MI6ILobnhIahDkbyvjcAVHsg/s320/IMAG0540-769841.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631604799530514914" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo">That's right after a feeding, so he's actually content.</p> <p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUhKqCVd88YZ01aI7To8Kx2ETZVBiV5t7CJXNwXSIQt4UJn0fmRK6yosNqnElCdQ6TS22XYTWXMMA2TDE3SkvZKjQay2L-hybVqVI8XPc08T15bvt3YgBF6BWwP3FwtPFY2FwgAQ/s1600/IMAG0533-766734.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUhKqCVd88YZ01aI7To8Kx2ETZVBiV5t7CJXNwXSIQt4UJn0fmRK6yosNqnElCdQ6TS22XYTWXMMA2TDE3SkvZKjQay2L-hybVqVI8XPc08T15bvt3YgBF6BWwP3FwtPFY2FwgAQ/s320/IMAG0533-766734.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631604788444613874" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo">And on his belly. He's actually got pretty strong neck muscles already. He nearly rolled himself all the way over this morning. Which is scary, considering he's only 14 days old. It was mostly an accident, though, so hopefully he takes his time figuring out how to do it on purpose.</p><p class="mobile-photo">So that's it for now. There will be plenty more to come :)</p>northwesternbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13237516382815234504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22163911.post-71243975769239550122011-07-12T15:00:00.004-06:002011-07-12T15:36:34.043-06:00The Birth StorySo, technically I should be researching articles for the next issue of <a href="http://www.ingredientsmagazineslc.com/">Ingredients</a>, but I want to get this all written down before the details start slipping away from me :)<br /><br />Thursday, July 7.<br /><br />The doc had me scheduled to go in for induction on Thursday, so I called at 7 pm as they instructed and was told to plan on being there at 8. So, we packed on up and headed in. After getting checked in and led back to the birthing suite, they strapped me to the external fetal and contraction monitors and gave me the first dose of the oral med that got things going. C and I popped in Zoolander and the nurse gave me an ambien. I was supposed to be able to sleep after that, but that bed was by far the worst bed ever invented! Plus, every time I changed position, looking to get comfy, the baby would shift and the monitor would stop picking up his heart beat. Then, of course, the nurse would come in and have to spend 10 minutes trying to find it again. Needless to say, there was no sleeping going on for me, despite the ambien, but C and the baby slept pretty soundly.<br /><br />Friday, July 8.<br /><br />The second dose of oral med came at midnight, and contractions were irregular and still pretty mild. The third dose started at 3 am, but very shortly afterwards the baby's heart rate started dipping more than they liked, so they had me spit that pill out. I maybe slept for about an hour, uncomfortably, before they came in again around 6 to let me out of the monitors so that I could get up and get some movement. I immediately got in the bath and stayed there for an hour. It was glorious. Contractions were still manageable at that point, and the bath helped even further.<br /><br />And still, the contractions were not registering enough for the doctor's taste, so the decision was made to break my water, insert the internal monitors and start the pitocin drip, so by 8 am the contractions had steadied out. Though I was not confined to the bed, I was still strapped to an IV and the monitors, so moving too far past the bed was out, and getting back in the bath was not even an option. When they checked me at 11:30 ish, I was dilated to 4 cm, and the contractions were coming one after another. By noon I had had enough. It's no joke that pitocin makes everything that much worse, so I finally put my foot down and asked for the epidural. There was no relaxing out of that pain, particularly when the contractions were one on top of the other.<br /><br />So the anesthesiologist showed up around 1, and by 1:30 I was in heaven. I could still feel the pressure, but all the pain was gone, and I could finally relax. That did the trick, because when they checked me again I was dilated to an 8, and by the time the doc showed up at around 2, I was fully dilated and the pushing could commence. The doc said that she could see the little baby's head, and that it was covered in dark hair! I may or may not have fist pumped right there and then. No <a href="http://mtybf.blogspot.com/2011/02/changing.html">big, bald babies</a> for me!<br /><br />I pushed for about an hour before Colt was officially born at 3:03 p.m. His heartbeats had been a little bit lower than the doctor liked, and it took him a minute to start wailing, so the newborn emergency peeps took him from me to make sure he was alright while the placenta was taken care of and the doc stitched me up (only two minor lacerations, no episiotomy or rectal tearing for me!). He weighed in at 7 lb, 7 oz and 20 inches long, and as an added bonus his head of dark hair was all curly! I am so happy about that, I can't even say! After the curls I immediately noticed that he's got my daddy's wonky ears--one of them doesn't curl over at the top hardly at all, and the other one is folded over more than usual. How crazy is that? He is adorable though, with the cutest cheeks and little chin ever!<br /><br />So here he is, baby Colt, happy and healthy and the awesomest little newborn ever!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgjYIDapXIOQ-OdFi7O6A7OX0d4GO44PWop7mSnGib5o1w5qG7bq7fge5UCATMgIcREHCGW0JChIQb5sNfd-LIEunUZ02-CLRbOhrET5L0HoTHpnfTdHNsb4COfddy30_PQaHwdA/s1600/100MEDIA36IMAG0091-778166.jpeg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgjYIDapXIOQ-OdFi7O6A7OX0d4GO44PWop7mSnGib5o1w5qG7bq7fge5UCATMgIcREHCGW0JChIQb5sNfd-LIEunUZ02-CLRbOhrET5L0HoTHpnfTdHNsb4COfddy30_PQaHwdA/s320/100MEDIA36IMAG0091-778166.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628582041925174466" /></a></p> <br />Aside from some jaundice that required we keep him on the baby tanning bed for two nights, he has been the most chill little thing, and super, super cuddly. I seriously can't get enough of him! I must say, the 9+ months of pregnancy pains were definitely worth it to have this little boy in the world. Don't worry, there are plenty more pics to come!northwesternbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13237516382815234504noreply@blogger.com3