tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83874123090552468142023-11-16T06:13:17.530-08:00My Baby's and MeJessica Alohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070447710578286335noreply@blogger.comBlogger68125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387412309055246814.post-17115946373175903332010-10-10T18:47:00.000-07:002010-10-10T19:01:27.119-07:00Its been way to long!Lots have happened since I last wrote a post. Kole is big and healthy. He's now 9months and just started crawling. Makayla is active and playing soccer. She loves to run so this seems to be the perfect sport for her. Watching her go after the ball and make sure that no one is pushing her around is really exciting and intense. I never thought I'd say this but I am a full on soccer mom. She is very aggressive when she plays. She loves to play middle or forward.<br />Kamden has been busy with his friends and school. He loves coming home and telling me what kind of things they did during the day. He enjoys doing homework and working in his math book. He is still very busy playing on his bike and playing outside. Right now he is very consumed with his friends and playing with them. He loves to ride the bus and gets upset if I pick him up from school or drive him to school. He is growing up so fast that I feel like my little cuddly momma's boy is fading away.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihJeh1b2XIzDH22HyavlycY7pYqjV997ke-FRp3CKgSPT5_9EI54c1XUqf2CfkE-en3OrM04pyWNmgQLfQkXV7Wp04UknrWMS4by248_xoEMeQb5_PdaiXJ6gazZt3uOnyAq1gNJjvQg4K/s1600/kids.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526599709749834386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihJeh1b2XIzDH22HyavlycY7pYqjV997ke-FRp3CKgSPT5_9EI54c1XUqf2CfkE-en3OrM04pyWNmgQLfQkXV7Wp04UknrWMS4by248_xoEMeQb5_PdaiXJ6gazZt3uOnyAq1gNJjvQg4K/s320/kids.jpg" /></a><br />Kamaile is as active and full of energy as ever. She keeps me running after her and laughing all the while. She misses her siblings now that she is home with just Kole. She asks me every day,"Mom, Kamo on bus? Kamo at school?" I'll answer her and tell her Kamden went on the bus to school and she'll say,"OH!" and then two seconds later we repeat the process until Kamden comes home. Once Kamden is home it switches to Makayla.<br /><br /><br /><div> </div><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJrzY0IDaSY64ry9USXH3351diqqacBe1xiVk3mDyk7OkHj4rWWuwG1uboVK2MceDCdACV-uwcT3e7BKl7m_Ry5xMD6496GH_l0TwXriEVz8f9qtO2do4B4-UzIWNLqGfSk6aT6tNeTobJ/s1600/kole1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526599705120670034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJrzY0IDaSY64ry9USXH3351diqqacBe1xiVk3mDyk7OkHj4rWWuwG1uboVK2MceDCdACV-uwcT3e7BKl7m_Ry5xMD6496GH_l0TwXriEVz8f9qtO2do4B4-UzIWNLqGfSk6aT6tNeTobJ/s320/kole1.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZKW7Es4BIAleA7owcNunqOzFdAMy87PwjN0PZusa5bxw111oSYlFvVJvrhPX3WAqmc5zUD1ejBu1NmiPbhs9zDARuLAiOJZ1To9eGvlpuB4wnFCKqAA5NhRCnoINsJWfeaDsBpS4HqAg4/s1600/kamaile2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526599699567772626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZKW7Es4BIAleA7owcNunqOzFdAMy87PwjN0PZusa5bxw111oSYlFvVJvrhPX3WAqmc5zUD1ejBu1NmiPbhs9zDARuLAiOJZ1To9eGvlpuB4wnFCKqAA5NhRCnoINsJWfeaDsBpS4HqAg4/s320/kamaile2.jpg" /></a></div></div>Jessica Alohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070447710578286335noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387412309055246814.post-28679142293079821072009-10-12T20:36:00.001-07:002009-10-12T20:41:13.200-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyfW4QhIBx2pBhFI87ZhKravo9B1uLav5Nwfnw_LnW-h8KW9DBimGfU4QsFAcWUM2bU_64MTVKHOmElo5WejGcb-Kh9G8yWEH2-xI1biP01HoItkPXuQLhsHxVe9qvJKEyYG-sBkBI_qQV/s1600-h/IMG_1128.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyfW4QhIBx2pBhFI87ZhKravo9B1uLav5Nwfnw_LnW-h8KW9DBimGfU4QsFAcWUM2bU_64MTVKHOmElo5WejGcb-Kh9G8yWEH2-xI1biP01HoItkPXuQLhsHxVe9qvJKEyYG-sBkBI_qQV/s320/IMG_1128.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391923838728873234" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGvx7cZxpGI9V5Dyzjc4qK8JdXbo5uipaTRCKugmFvMOxBl__2FCAC5b4oeNCTQaNDXgpe7exj1CxNjXchN3KhrAj9v6IK8xA7hPN1SlT_I33v9E_9yXyAEhMXy-m2XvygLQ1WywmAUc7w/s1600-h/IMG_1125.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGvx7cZxpGI9V5Dyzjc4qK8JdXbo5uipaTRCKugmFvMOxBl__2FCAC5b4oeNCTQaNDXgpe7exj1CxNjXchN3KhrAj9v6IK8xA7hPN1SlT_I33v9E_9yXyAEhMXy-m2XvygLQ1WywmAUc7w/s320/IMG_1125.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391923829278550018" /></a><br />I loved watching the kids run around and enjoy being around there cousins. Makayla was so cute. She was determined to catch the bouquet. She went on and on about how she was going to catch it and what did you know, Makayla caught the bouquet. She was so excited about catching it was great. Watching her catch it was super funny. That girl has some aggression. I tell you what when she wants something she will get it.<br /><div><br /></div>Jessica Alohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070447710578286335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387412309055246814.post-924414963854181882009-10-12T20:25:00.000-07:002009-10-12T20:35:53.865-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9fsH7glylqKsMPidbHQagEyGemvdbJOxJ6Mk1mi6NEtMvR9ensoaeySBRFJFxHLh5lYqDowcuP22lP5wQsf4Ue_l-UUbTPEus7hQphRirjs6zsFd3p0L9rigScP7e5ES-ntk21WjaABeC/s1600-h/IMG_1120.jpg"><br /></a>Fun wedding pictures. <div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO5PfZLwI0VGvKPG2kERbGnEICLHRxColBBUYU7Ti_KnOi1Aq1P6tKBjJT1E-FX_iMkDJOGEsWGp44KP-4I5fTVBlat4sjjzj6SkUiwZMRE46syRKn9yE2fVV4GTG33QPC74nXa9oEq8Ei/s1600-h/8819_1261173411819_1304218638_30746630_2452885_n.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO5PfZLwI0VGvKPG2kERbGnEICLHRxColBBUYU7Ti_KnOi1Aq1P6tKBjJT1E-FX_iMkDJOGEsWGp44KP-4I5fTVBlat4sjjzj6SkUiwZMRE46syRKn9yE2fVV4GTG33QPC74nXa9oEq8Ei/s320/8819_1261173411819_1304218638_30746630_2452885_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391921853931992930" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipGmAJ9866mtVN2y8zlgfOcdx0hxzaur6jmku08PqNWKD0aYj8Mq8WFbt0NEoB2yGmsU-mg_PbOvnMI1nww8jDvEZcWlRkzjdhMUEmH8_ZSuuFQZpvaiWksAUpLCdtO7OlfjpQ0B-hcpgB/s1600-h/8819_1261173891831_1304218638_30746636_6002088_n.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 142px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipGmAJ9866mtVN2y8zlgfOcdx0hxzaur6jmku08PqNWKD0aYj8Mq8WFbt0NEoB2yGmsU-mg_PbOvnMI1nww8jDvEZcWlRkzjdhMUEmH8_ZSuuFQZpvaiWksAUpLCdtO7OlfjpQ0B-hcpgB/s320/8819_1261173891831_1304218638_30746636_6002088_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391921842813413746" /></a></div><div>We took some fun pictures of the kids running around having fun and getting </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9fsH7glylqKsMPidbHQagEyGemvdbJOxJ6Mk1mi6NEtMvR9ensoaeySBRFJFxHLh5lYqDowcuP22lP5wQsf4Ue_l-UUbTPEus7hQphRirjs6zsFd3p0L9rigScP7e5ES-ntk21WjaABeC/s1600-h/IMG_1120.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9fsH7glylqKsMPidbHQagEyGemvdbJOxJ6Mk1mi6NEtMvR9ensoaeySBRFJFxHLh5lYqDowcuP22lP5wQsf4Ue_l-UUbTPEus7hQphRirjs6zsFd3p0L9rigScP7e5ES-ntk21WjaABeC/s320/IMG_1120.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391921861876204226" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div> everything.</div><div><br /></div>Jessica Alohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070447710578286335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387412309055246814.post-23347780104781166382009-10-12T20:20:00.000-07:002009-10-12T20:25:47.185-07:00Rai's Wedding<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_2-0UOVY2dxhw1rABb2b3x_SBDcNjkC5ZCG3MgGPnHQgXc6hDBGIe2LQ2t452lcxZa9lUNA1HIZxPwLvRWJAUnxe0VHX4p5umY0i8DWEirQARlW04TfHcR9I_u9OFq8Mr8C7dpZN8T0dg/s1600-h/IMG_1089.jpg"><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/AVvXsEg_2-0UOVY2dxhw1rABb2b3x_SBDcNjkC5ZCG3MgGPnHQgXc6hDBGIe2LQ2t452lcxZa9lUNA1HIZxPwLvRWJAUnxe0VHX4p5umY0i8DWEirQARlW04TfHcR9I_u9OFq8Mr8C7dpZN8T0dg/s400/IMG_1089.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391920485511712562" /></a><br />My sister got married at the end of September and had her bridal shower the weekend before. Family came up from California to join in the celebration. We had fun as brothers and sisters visiting and really spending time together.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Jessica Alohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070447710578286335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387412309055246814.post-1018278594452300242009-10-12T19:08:00.000-07:002009-10-12T20:14:21.922-07:00Our Seattle Trip<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKE-9oOYqRjNKNMf5sNPXBQht3B9HImZLb4moNT3RtMmUVOVaW4V_k95WJxOLjuE-oQBbubSdw3XKo4zlVyFLow8jf9ddPQmSx1OHK3NmwKgkg6k_D_PQDAXPQNrfrG5ByWDcAWh4hNbDj/s1600-h/IMG_1058.jpg"><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/AVvXsEiKE-9oOYqRjNKNMf5sNPXBQht3B9HImZLb4moNT3RtMmUVOVaW4V_k95WJxOLjuE-oQBbubSdw3XKo4zlVyFLow8jf9ddPQmSx1OHK3NmwKgkg6k_D_PQDAXPQNrfrG5ByWDcAWh4hNbDj/s400/IMG_1058.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391909562306456626" /></a>We took the family at the end of September to Seattle to for one of Daryle's Softball tournaments and found ourselves enjoying the life of the city. We went with a couple of families and fellow team members to the Mariner's vs Yankee's series game and enjoyed watching the Mariner's win.<div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMjRtjTA0MEumqT7GFYWCqtQHkvU4T5uCjcVRMrl_1e2YgSUtl4EaCgmb1dm-SnDDTar90L6SkpyF5iC3BcqqoTa7PsR40MpljEnx_P43kjf2MBWmqoDrWvHYREky8soIWSXGaD8vo7C0U/s1600-h/IMG_1015.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMjRtjTA0MEumqT7GFYWCqtQHkvU4T5uCjcVRMrl_1e2YgSUtl4EaCgmb1dm-SnDDTar90L6SkpyF5iC3BcqqoTa7PsR40MpljEnx_P43kjf2MBWmqoDrWvHYREky8soIWSXGaD8vo7C0U/s400/IMG_1015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391911052394879538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div>We walked Pikes Market place and watched fish fly. I saw fruits and vegetables that looked two times the size of what they are here in Utah. They smelt sweet and delicious! We saw beautiful flowers that were being sold for amazing prices.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-UgVAEp24zWfzCRG3hNcFtDw2Gve3Zhyphenhyphen5W8Jad_ioplR1eT606TC7MrDjUqY9duRwfve4buW3dXUV7wpywduKRZUX4GvkNY-peZNY7xP9fxht8Tc-lyJwTrqAwsZWKsCN3BmnorCUB0EM/s1600-h/IMG_1033.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-UgVAEp24zWfzCRG3hNcFtDw2Gve3Zhyphenhyphen5W8Jad_ioplR1eT606TC7MrDjUqY9duRwfve4buW3dXUV7wpywduKRZUX4GvkNY-peZNY7xP9fxht8Tc-lyJwTrqAwsZWKsCN3BmnorCUB0EM/s320/IMG_1033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391916743965988290" 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>We walked the board walk and enjoyed watching the sail boats and the fresh ocean air.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY5mykZ6shKWuGliJrtS3aaX-sk6xCH4ucyimYCRIPo1OgsVhA22RPlKdoiuXDxU7w3-ItJVW2hbRdUzmorVsZshAKwlrEICEoo0QzrgyRUSCyEcGX7IK0AJQ1USKo_3pAk6R8FgUZb8bg/s1600-h/IMG_1022.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY5mykZ6shKWuGliJrtS3aaX-sk6xCH4ucyimYCRIPo1OgsVhA22RPlKdoiuXDxU7w3-ItJVW2hbRdUzmorVsZshAKwlrEICEoo0QzrgyRUSCyEcGX7IK0AJQ1USKo_3pAk6R8FgUZb8bg/s320/IMG_1022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391916737620587570" 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><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbegzeXkz7AKxEx7CiGs-FnSqIA9C6IUuGa57EptdUSNwDoal40tBjeDrKu5QQTFQq7-Pm8fbpmWrzMEAmaUowOP3dbcMxilOMo6mZT8G6OHCY2mBsOA1_JriqdzYDSc-M03nZsciej6yR/s1600-h/IMG_1017.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbegzeXkz7AKxEx7CiGs-FnSqIA9C6IUuGa57EptdUSNwDoal40tBjeDrKu5QQTFQq7-Pm8fbpmWrzMEAmaUowOP3dbcMxilOMo6mZT8G6OHCY2mBsOA1_JriqdzYDSc-M03nZsciej6yR/s320/IMG_1017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391916723428685842" 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>Jessica Alohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070447710578286335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387412309055246814.post-74913509407086013242009-09-15T07:45:00.000-07:002009-09-15T07:51:14.167-07:00We are all kids at heart!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2yDCtj6XFYODgI8Bfi5ornlCKnPRhKExMHfycGqOBxo8jZ26JS_SBaNk-Qyup6Jbx07XeUXZdNFVL56AOs7Qet5RxvmGajcTgQCj9Qou67T-WWfXRUmahunaC142rTnfu8jCNsLkq_CMo/s1600-h/mail_2.jpeg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2yDCtj6XFYODgI8Bfi5ornlCKnPRhKExMHfycGqOBxo8jZ26JS_SBaNk-Qyup6Jbx07XeUXZdNFVL56AOs7Qet5RxvmGajcTgQCj9Qou67T-WWfXRUmahunaC142rTnfu8jCNsLkq_CMo/s400/mail_2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381706811664297010" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYzYhLOiyT7G5zHpBquB4GuU9EIta8gfpdTLll1q3EKZs6Eo_NuUErKLLmYJCgOl_Fxg3-yma9fY4vFpRRKFq1xB35p01MSvNYBeU_wo_sMmsRNm-zDhFE-LoLG9uIbHqkOc3sPf8XgpDz/s1600-h/mail_3.jpeg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYzYhLOiyT7G5zHpBquB4GuU9EIta8gfpdTLll1q3EKZs6Eo_NuUErKLLmYJCgOl_Fxg3-yma9fY4vFpRRKFq1xB35p01MSvNYBeU_wo_sMmsRNm-zDhFE-LoLG9uIbHqkOc3sPf8XgpDz/s400/mail_3.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381706801984779730" /></a><br />We planned on taking the kids to our pool and found that it was closed. WHY? I have NO idea. So we opted for playing at the play ground. It was fun watching the kids play with there Daddy and even more fun watching Daryle play with the toys.<div><br /></div>Jessica Alohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070447710578286335noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387412309055246814.post-17494365462452247662009-09-08T09:45:00.000-07:002009-09-08T09:58:05.141-07:00BYU vs Oklahoma<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMpxvBp3NetdqxqxcI5jEKyb0uUCRqUcLoPlA4_ciIkSAs9ALkfSIKoZaD13M69bkss1sKhkfBrxnj0uF9W2RnZKxGTLo_yeQJUHuFNmv3M8wOtJ6x-Eh5lHZlgr1jzDQdnbj9ajdtM1rU/s1600-h/6828_128817046956_726191956_3049388_5425895_s.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 86px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMpxvBp3NetdqxqxcI5jEKyb0uUCRqUcLoPlA4_ciIkSAs9ALkfSIKoZaD13M69bkss1sKhkfBrxnj0uF9W2RnZKxGTLo_yeQJUHuFNmv3M8wOtJ6x-Eh5lHZlgr1jzDQdnbj9ajdtM1rU/s400/6828_128817046956_726191956_3049388_5425895_s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379139170992197506" /></a>Daryle had a trip to TX this past week which was part work and part fun. He went with some co-workers to meet with some clients and watch BYU's first game. BYU were the underdogs and Oklahoma being the 3rd seed was thought to win the game. It was played at the brand new Cowboys stadium which was said to be amazing!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Jessica Alohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070447710578286335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387412309055246814.post-87681048642358256402009-09-08T09:24:00.000-07:002009-09-08T09:45:15.084-07:00Eva girlWe have a new little girl hanging around at the Stafford's. My niece Eva is now staying with us during the day while her mommy is at school. Today is the first day and a day of change. She's as sweet as can be. She loves to hang around me and follow me everywhere. Its a change for me because I'm so used to my kids being independent and me wanting to be around them. She's always hug me or kamaile and always wants my attention. I've realized how nice it is to have somewhat children who can do for themselves. Today I've asked Eva to wash her hands and she told me no and that she was scared to do it. I had to stand there and do it with her. As long as I was there she was fine. I asked her to put a cup on the table and push it in the middle so that kamaile doesn't get to it and she put it at the edge and said that she couldn't push it to the middle and that it was to hard to push it. So I took her hand and showed her that she could do it and that it wasn't hard. I find that I have alot to work on with her. Just trying to get her comfortable in my home and confident enough to do things for herself. She's family and I'm going to try to treat her as that. She is fully capable of doing what Kamden and Kamaile can do and I hope that she will become comfortable to function here without me being right there with her all day long. She has asked all day about Makayla. She and Makayla are best friends already. She wanted to go and visit Makayla at school. Its so cute how they are buddies and how Makayla tries to play big sister/best friend with her. <div>I'll let you all know about the progress. </div>Jessica Alohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070447710578286335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387412309055246814.post-18262244401047369592009-08-28T15:23:00.001-07:002009-08-28T15:32:11.021-07:00New favorite BlogI was referred to this blog from my wonderful visiting teacher. Her daughter does a website with tested receipts of freezer meals. Take a look at the website and you will see that these aren't your typical receipts but receipts that you would not think could be frozen.<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">http://freezermealdiva.blogspot.com<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">ENJOY!</div>Jessica Alohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070447710578286335noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387412309055246814.post-44986131080653921332009-08-28T15:17:00.001-07:002009-08-28T15:22:56.684-07:00Bumps and bruises.In addition to Kamailes short hair she now has road burn on her face near her eyes and on her shoulder. She was chasing our toy tractor that you ride on down our drive way and fell when she couldn't keep up with it and scrapped up her face. Her left eye was swollen shut the following morning. She never bled but she now looks like an abused child. After all this and it healed Makayla knocked Kamaile over on her bike and ran over her. Her left eye once again is swollen since she hit the ground on it and is bruised. I tell you what she is looking really beaten up.Jessica Alohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070447710578286335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387412309055246814.post-57622937865336623342009-08-28T14:54:00.000-07:002009-08-28T15:16:57.842-07:00Hair cuts and MOREKamaile got a haircut two weeks ago without Daryle and my permission. We have a 16yrs old girl who comes over and visits often. She decided one day while we were home to see if she could cut Kamaile's hair. I thought she was joking and sarcastically said ok. So she ventured deeper and was like come on lets do it it would be fun. So I told her to ask Daryle knowing he would say NO. He did tell her NO and 10 min later she took Kamaile up stairs and takes the clippers and shaves her head. At this point Kamaile had about 4 inches of curly hair. I heard her screaming and yelled at her upstairs to see what was going on. Kristine the 16yr old came down stairs with Kamaile and was like; "Don't you like her hair?" As she got closer I was able to see the damage. Kamaile had one long strip of hair gone on the left side of her hair. Then she had random strips of hair taking off of the back of her head. She had cuts on her hair from the clippers. Kristine didn't use a clip on the clippers but just took them and had NO clue what she was doing.<div>I was shocked. I was mad and at this point was slowly building to a boil. I told Kristine to show Daryle and she didn't want to in fear of Daryle getting mad. She was like NO I'm scared. She showed Daryle and all he did was say look at my little girl look what you did and the left the house. Daryle was ticked.</div><div>We had to finish shaving Kamailes hair at this point. We used a #2 hair clip and shaved the rest off. Kamaile screamed the whole time we were doing this. She was traumatized. It was torture! I was so upset that my little girl was going through this and that she now looked like a boy. I was upset that she was hurt and didn't know how to emotionally deal with it. Inside I wanted to yell at this girl. I didn't yell at her but explained to her that there are good choices and bad choices and that this is a prime example of a bad choice. No shes not drinking or smoking but it was still a bad choice. I talked to her about her thought process and why she would do this after being told NO and then continuing when Kamaile is scared and screaming bloody murder. I basically cried. When I'm mad and upset I cry. I think this was the only thing that got through to her. She didn't feel bad before but at this point she knew that I was really upset. </div><div>Kamaile's hair is growing back really fast. She's gone two weeks now and it looks like she just had a short hair cut on purpose. We keep hair bands on her with bows on them so that people know that she's a girl. Kamaile now loves to wear her headbands when before she would wrip them off of her head. She does feel empty on top. Every once in a while I'll see her feeling for her hair. She used to play with it and run her fingers through it. Now she just tries to grab for it when she forgets its not there. </div><div><br /></div><div>I figure what's done is done. I'm sure down the road when she is older and I look back on it I'll smile and say to Daryle, remember when.... </div>Jessica Alohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070447710578286335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387412309055246814.post-92188519172947825682009-08-28T14:43:00.001-07:002009-08-28T14:54:21.849-07:00Kamden starts Preschool.If most of you remember last year, taking Kamden to preschool was always difficult. He would fight, cry, go limp as a fish, and cling to me each time I tried to drop him off. As the year went on it progressively got worse. Remembering how he was then I was worried about how he would do now. As the first day of school came Kamden didn't want to go. We got ready and showed up at school and to my surprise he got out of the car and started walking to the school without me even next to him. I caught up with him and was walking slightly behind me. I wouldn't let him touch me or try to hold my hand because I knew if I let him he would start to cling. As we rounded the corner hall and we could see his class door open I told Kamden to go to his class. He walks straight into his class with NO tears and didn't even look back. <div>Can I tell you how shocked and proud of him I was and am! I feel like he has matured and grown during the summer. Either he has more confidence in himself or he cut one of those strings that was attached to me and is doing well without it. Since then he's done really good. I had one day of tears but none since. I find if I don't walk with him to the class he will go all by himself. He loves school and his teacher. He talks in detail about all the doings in the class and talks about it with such enthusiasm. </div>Jessica Alohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070447710578286335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387412309055246814.post-59712228174860395612009-08-28T14:33:00.000-07:002009-08-28T14:43:11.687-07:00School has started!Makayla started all day school this year. We are so excited! Daryle and I took her clothes shopping and turned it into a date. It was fun spending time with her and seeing how much she has grown up. She has such an opinion on what she wears, whats cute and whats not. Its funny watching her pick the different shirts that she likes and the ones that Daryle and I like for her. I have to say all of our styles are SOOOO different. <div>On the first day of school Makayla woke up extra early and was excited to get going. At 7:30am Makayla was ready for the day. She picked out her own outfit from her new school clothes picked out the bow that went in her hair and even told me how she wanted her hair done. She asked me about every 5 min if its time to walk to the school bus. When the time did come I wanted to walk her to the bus stop. Makayla didn't like this so much. </div><div><br /></div><div>"MOM I don't need you to walk me to the bus stop I can walk by myself!"</div><div><br /></div><div>"MOM I'm not taking pictures thats so embarrassing! MOM stop taking pictures!" </div><div><br /></div><div>Holy cow how did my little girl turn into an independent child. She is growing up way to fast and talking like she already wants nothing to do with me. I wish I could slow down time and have her want me to be with her more. And let me be mom.</div><div>Having her at school all day is very nice but I have to admit I do miss her and look forward to her coming home. </div>Jessica Alohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070447710578286335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387412309055246814.post-11040131584955486022009-08-10T11:23:00.000-07:002009-08-10T11:39:42.484-07:00Poison ControlAfter 6 years of having children we had to break down and call poison control on Sunday. Our youngest has always done really well taking liquid meds. Weather they tasted good or not she always drank them and liked to hold the bottles. Well this Sunday she woke up with a really nasty snotty nose so I kept her home from church and gave her some Dimetapp cold and allergy to help dry out her nose. If any of you have tasted Dimetapp I would say it tastes like grape koolaid. So I left the Cosco size bottle on top of our counter after giving her her meds and didn't think anything of it. Well 3 hours later my sister runs up the stairs to tell me that she found Kamaile on top of the counter, the dimetapp bottle empty on the floor and our little girl smelling like grapes. Somehow she had opened the bottle and drank about 3oz of Dimetapp. <div>When talking to Poison Control they told me that she didn't drink enough to have to take her to the hospital but that she will either be really hyper or extremely tired. Last night she was bouncing off the walls, but this morning she was extremely tired. She came into my bed early and would not let me leave her side. She was in an out of it all morning long. It is now 12:40pm and she is finally awake and eating. </div><div>Now I know to keep all meds no matter what kind of child proof lids they have on them up high and away from her and the others.</div>Jessica Alohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070447710578286335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387412309055246814.post-29563080502986090002009-08-10T11:16:00.000-07:002009-08-10T11:23:42.210-07:00Its a?Friday I was supposed to find out what we were having and I missed my appointment. I'm terrible at remembering what time things are at so I put them in my phone to remind me. Well when friday came along I went to find my phone and found that it was lost. So I decided that I would find my computer and look up my doctors number and call to see what time the appointments at. So as I'm searching that morning I am having a hard time finding it. During this whole time Makayla has been sneaking peaks at me and snickering. Little did I know she has hid my computer and thought it was hilarious that I am searching all over the house for it and am having a hard time finding it. So around 2:45pm Makayla decides to let me know that she had hidden it. To this day I still don't know where she hid it at. <div>I call the doctors to find out that my appointment was at 1:15pm. So I have rescheduled for Tuesday at 1:30pm. Not only do I have it in my phone but also on my large calander. My friends all know when it is and will be calling me as well to remind me about my appointment so that I do not miss it again. </div><div>It seems to me that everyone it anxious to find out what we are having.</div>Jessica Alohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070447710578286335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387412309055246814.post-12626198442544093762009-07-30T15:03:00.000-07:002009-07-30T15:05:45.474-07:00Kamden's 4th Birthday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVrDVLQichq7KjvGuTFjCJzO4xIB4deSY9WxbnETxf1b-cNrXl3CLT22FGIIeMA8nk2WmyatVDiGzccGMyIXlhnlb36JIyziX4HcKD1gEyTau_A8PM4XydbOG8xWARe4xT6AM-SqHTEX7D/s1600-h/mail.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVrDVLQichq7KjvGuTFjCJzO4xIB4deSY9WxbnETxf1b-cNrXl3CLT22FGIIeMA8nk2WmyatVDiGzccGMyIXlhnlb36JIyziX4HcKD1gEyTau_A8PM4XydbOG8xWARe4xT6AM-SqHTEX7D/s400/mail.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364377677522073890" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglTeO__rnG1a5WxZXyloXG1tqRGJj5ViPa7EUotcB5rKysw4iGQUoqO6OKRcmth5ebFVyW_PfDI2bql1op4yAcGgcURNT5qvWWiFtF1XTn9XchR3ghgswJHBlklZ4oZ6RjlhQJXsQc2uMW/s1600-h/IMG00069.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglTeO__rnG1a5WxZXyloXG1tqRGJj5ViPa7EUotcB5rKysw4iGQUoqO6OKRcmth5ebFVyW_PfDI2bql1op4yAcGgcURNT5qvWWiFtF1XTn9XchR3ghgswJHBlklZ4oZ6RjlhQJXsQc2uMW/s400/IMG00069.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364377462425405378" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXJnmPrn18eYjE2l_wcip8ttsl3X_JLdfYuLOdwvonoKCOYYeJZPz0I5dNAzXZAOFy5r8aUvIvekbGOGsGUR5ZAv11wP06UIgNM2jLLwYur6YbEpy1f8nEgpTF-eQMSQEqNC0eu_hyphenhyphenBUz8/s1600-h/IMG00083.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXJnmPrn18eYjE2l_wcip8ttsl3X_JLdfYuLOdwvonoKCOYYeJZPz0I5dNAzXZAOFy5r8aUvIvekbGOGsGUR5ZAv11wP06UIgNM2jLLwYur6YbEpy1f8nEgpTF-eQMSQEqNC0eu_hyphenhyphenBUz8/s400/IMG00083.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364377454087047282" /></a>Jessica Alohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070447710578286335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387412309055246814.post-81835239725863653982009-07-30T14:51:00.000-07:002009-07-30T15:06:06.552-07:00Kamden turn's 4yrs oldThe day we left to Virginia was Kamden's birthday. We through a pirates party with a treasure hunt, a water gun ship battle, and a treasure chest pinata for all the kids. We handed out pirates hats and eye patches for all the kids including a hook as they walked into the party. Kamden had 12 friends come over which were a mixture of girls and boys and had a blast playing with all of them. He was so tickled to death to see all these friends of his come for him and bring him presents. When each kid would come to the door he would stop playing with the friend he was playing with and move of the that friend. It was so funny he just had to many options of friends to play with. The kids ate pizza before all the festivities began and then went wild and crazy. By the time the party was over our house was destroyed. Sticky finger prints were everywhere. Frosting on the floors and carpets. Nerds spread all over the formal living area and candy trash pieces spread out. Our vacuum struggled to pick up all the broken candy that was spread all over the floor from the pinata. We made a mad dash to clean and 3 hours later we were on our way to the airport getting ready to head out to VA.Jessica Alohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070447710578286335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387412309055246814.post-38986160195077795012009-07-16T18:58:00.001-07:002009-07-16T19:02:12.205-07:00Potty time....Yeah!As alot of you know Kamaile is 19months and probably ready for potty training. I would randomly sit her on the toilette but she was never really interested in it. She would take her diaper off all by herself and run around without one on. Keeping a diaper on her was very difficult. So today she took her diaper off again and so Daryle told her to go pee. She walked to the toilette got on it ALL BY HERSELF and PEED! Can you believe it? Since then she has gone twice all by herself without us telling her to. Crazy!!!! She taught herself just like Makayla. Its AMAZING!Jessica Alohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070447710578286335noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387412309055246814.post-77833074685132129222009-07-15T15:52:00.001-07:002009-07-15T15:52:32.952-07:00Things I've learned this week.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; ">Things I have learned this week....so reading Alicia's blog I thought I'd list things that I have learned this week or things that I am trying to work on. I've learned that holding on to grudges just holds me back. And doesn't help me feel happy on the inside. I've discovered Prilosec OTC and now know that I can't live without it for the next 7 months. It helps indigestion and heart burn. Being pregnant I am a gassy girl with really painful indigestion so this is my cure. I've learned that I still need to be patient and loving even when my child in all over me and stinks like the outdoors which makes me sick. Wether he or she stinks I still need to cuddle and show them love because they have hurt feelings and don't feel loved if I push them away and tell them they stink. I'm really bad at spending money and sticking to a budget. I cut up my credit cards so that I have no cushion if I run out of money on my budget. My husband has all the checks so that I can really learn how to live on a budget and not just write a check for more money like I would normally do. I learned that I don't need to be dressed in the most expensive jeans and look the cuttest and that I have plenty of clothes and don't need more. I'm working on not stopping somewhere to eat every time I leave my house. I have realized that I taught my kids that when we leave the house even after eating lunch that it is okay to stop somewhere to get a drink at the gas station or stop for ice cream or even another meal if they nag me enough. I am now trying to retrain them on eating at home and bringing a snack or water with them in the car in case they get hungry or they have to wait until we get home. This one isn't just them I have to train....its me too. I am working on sticking to my rules at home. Like not playing until chores are done....and NO they can't wait in the house until you finish your chores. Chores sometimes take all morning long and yeah some mornings would be nice to have them gone. Like I said I'm still working on sticking to my rules. So those are some things I've learned and some things I am working on.</span>Jessica Alohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070447710578286335noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387412309055246814.post-5027106392358417732009-07-15T15:06:00.000-07:002009-07-15T15:23:04.008-07:00The joys of Family Pictures<div>There are reasons why we don't have many family pictures. One might be because Daryle only like family photos done during the summer time when we are all tan. Another reason could be because NONE of our kids will sit for the pictures and smile.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlB2D9mEa-_8-dw_4QlNVFLGVAaSruv5eIU50GyjaxVDZrFR8Ptmbf2ZnJ4cr2JGyLnQ1SjS-j5IfUSilO8vm6d_TIrg3KXHmRFu1xJaI9CUsLeWX_u3rKq4WeXffwb2R29m5FvgdxiuUX/s1600-h/131.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlB2D9mEa-_8-dw_4QlNVFLGVAaSruv5eIU50GyjaxVDZrFR8Ptmbf2ZnJ4cr2JGyLnQ1SjS-j5IfUSilO8vm6d_TIrg3KXHmRFu1xJaI9CUsLeWX_u3rKq4WeXffwb2R29m5FvgdxiuUX/s200/131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358812926099485858" /></a>It takes lots of bribery and threats to get them to just sit there. The only one this time that we didn't have to fight was Kamaile and that was because she was so exhausted from the day that she fell asleep and couldn't take part in the theatrics. <div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhbcxccdGoQ_jJpjJWn7Z6VvUm0WiQR3EWmpLJOrcd-v3fdblI68sHwthe47UT-Sh0N8Jn69j_CHE6hp0GImEDLqMIhdQtRh4hFU6drP41k0M0O7OJlmDBHc8KTTQ__rI996tgPT1aQWx2/s320/162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358815039004031282" /></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">And here is our family picture. Will they ever grow out of this? The pouting because they are forced to smile when they don't even want to be there? We will see!</div> </div>Jessica Alohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070447710578286335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387412309055246814.post-20169304607810416502009-07-15T07:48:00.000-07:002009-07-15T07:55:40.048-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP1q1eNHY1ExhMz_E7UCdT7TRJE-Ly63UYQH6kIpJRwU45Qf4y_wg-be-BobeizrJbA_QyWwaY3lTKQqTDwHd-jw6MkkaxsvYBwnz0gR549bWpwj9SttPzaTCkrdz6h_kWWWTfI2PUpi89/s1600-h/DSC01787.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP1q1eNHY1ExhMz_E7UCdT7TRJE-Ly63UYQH6kIpJRwU45Qf4y_wg-be-BobeizrJbA_QyWwaY3lTKQqTDwHd-jw6MkkaxsvYBwnz0gR549bWpwj9SttPzaTCkrdz6h_kWWWTfI2PUpi89/s320/DSC01787.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358699155929045346" /></a>Monday nights were Aunt Julie's softball games. We would go and cheer her on and play in the dirt. <div><br /></div><div>These pictures were the first game we went to where it was hot and dirty. Our kids had dirt piled in there hair and caked on there body. </div><div><br /></div><div>Kamaile really enjoyed throwing the dirt and occasionally putting it on Kamden.</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz_ikC3SEzJjfpM9ndr0TzR9AtjvC4nF8gw5-OKrxg-sRpFVnz9M8eDDc9SR6-nQXz_QIN7ZTUjxY1g26pE320Q-78lplZuB9gky9VtT1bd9-amY30pD1n-xPGWmNkNKwaemU3QZX2RG0r/s200/DSC01798.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358699983790089538" /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div>Jessica Alohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070447710578286335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387412309055246814.post-18764110857493039412009-07-14T11:26:00.001-07:002009-07-14T11:30:05.215-07:00Fishing Wall of FameThis is the Fishing Wall of Fame picture of Kamden.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7p0-tBGkNoHFA_EcDlawrm8uZwMVlngYGG_6ZckTwhtEpVOW11ZWFRYg7eVkUjLOHJd8MJ80vnlTgwFQ_kVq2hyEypUjhFZFptZ9Ev9JrnacSooUOP5JdWJ_n5Ew6BE9fBshHWtSH1B6K/s1600-h/5052_1084848397053_1101670071_30221073_1036201_n.jpg"><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/AVvXsEg7p0-tBGkNoHFA_EcDlawrm8uZwMVlngYGG_6ZckTwhtEpVOW11ZWFRYg7eVkUjLOHJd8MJ80vnlTgwFQ_kVq2hyEypUjhFZFptZ9Ev9JrnacSooUOP5JdWJ_n5Ew6BE9fBshHWtSH1B6K/s400/5052_1084848397053_1101670071_30221073_1036201_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358384144892450274" /></a>He was so proud of himself. He carried around a copy of this picture and would only allow me to look at it. He was so cute. We of course had him show other people but it was through alot of coaxing. <div>We ate the fish the next time we were at my fil's house. Kamden and Makayla were really anxious to eat them. <br /><br /><div><br /></div></div>Jessica Alohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070447710578286335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387412309055246814.post-21456398288634472142009-07-14T11:17:00.000-07:002009-07-14T11:26:03.796-07:00VA Pictures<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOB6Mvhak-d_wZxrCXZ6LzIZC1zrH52pk5tyxhIGnKmwCUENBhtcm5-kcoUn5W0mNTwq-psui75Lc58azPTq8JDBf3RO0s7D74qgv2WD5XleJ1OADmd6LhFL-KH84SiQtcgn6AtyWhoQOY/s1600-h/4682_1102381716029_1121290340_30303376_7442192_n.jpg">Picture of Daryle and I at the lake. I love this picture.<br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOB6Mvhak-d_wZxrCXZ6LzIZC1zrH52pk5tyxhIGnKmwCUENBhtcm5-kcoUn5W0mNTwq-psui75Lc58azPTq8JDBf3RO0s7D74qgv2WD5XleJ1OADmd6LhFL-KH84SiQtcgn6AtyWhoQOY/s320/4682_1102381716029_1121290340_30303376_7442192_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358382883629901586" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi76YLeoFC1vaNhdE6szteEWtkOL8vf_rByTIuLDU-pF2-v7HGufjJb2kvBKbuaict53PqVOHLW97R3UHvltwdq8FdVlqcliM5rzdQyR13mW-Akzotz1Hxd84xQ3SuQh11fRYUtuAjymhsP/s1600-h/5052_1084849517081_1101670071_30221084_1096478_n.jpg">FIL's Family Picture</a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi76YLeoFC1vaNhdE6szteEWtkOL8vf_rByTIuLDU-pF2-v7HGufjJb2kvBKbuaict53PqVOHLW97R3UHvltwdq8FdVlqcliM5rzdQyR13mW-Akzotz1Hxd84xQ3SuQh11fRYUtuAjymhsP/s1600-h/5052_1084849517081_1101670071_30221084_1096478_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi76YLeoFC1vaNhdE6szteEWtkOL8vf_rByTIuLDU-pF2-v7HGufjJb2kvBKbuaict53PqVOHLW97R3UHvltwdq8FdVlqcliM5rzdQyR13mW-Akzotz1Hxd84xQ3SuQh11fRYUtuAjymhsP/s400/5052_1084849517081_1101670071_30221084_1096478_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358381942466846322" /></a>My kids were worn out by this time so Kamaile was wanting to take a nap and Makayla didn't want to smile. Kamden just doesn't like to take pictures. Over all I think its a pretty good picture at the lake.</div><div><br /></div><div>From top Left to Right: Daryle, Kamden, Makayla, Kahea, Karin, Edwin, Kamaile, Julie, Brant, Bottom Row: Eric, Kyle, and Boss.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Jessica Alohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070447710578286335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387412309055246814.post-53157218635161790392009-07-14T08:13:00.000-07:002009-07-15T07:36:41.174-07:00Virginia Trip 1We went to Virginia for 5 1/2 weeks in June and had lots of fun. We went between Daryle's parents and tried to make sure that we spent even amounts of time with each family. Daryle spent 10 glorious days out in VA with our family. I say glorious because with him gone it was a struggle not having him there. When he left we still had a month to go with out him. In the 10 days Daryle was there we packed in an event or activity everyday. Fishing, days at the lake, or b<div>each, cookouts, four wheeling, Bush Gardens, and</div><div> target shooting. In between that I'm sure I missed some things.</div><div> </div><div>Fishing: My father in law (fil) has a Fishing Wall of Fame with pictures of each time family has gone fishing with him and caught a fish. Daryle is on that wall, my fil's wife, Kamden and Makayla. This wall is a wall I was hoping I could be placed on this trip. I tell you what fish do not lik</div><div>e</div><div> me. Maybe its because they know that I like to eat them or something but they do not get near my fishing pole. I've been fishing with them every trip I've been to VA but still no luck. It could be that Daryle and I have a hard time waking up at the crack of dawn when th</div><div>ey like to eat. </div><div>Who knows.....looks like I will be trying to get on the Fishing Wall of Fame next year.</div><div><br /></div><div>Days at the Lake: We spent alot of time at the lake on this trip. Our </div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij1qiuYfjikLVW6WAkrtbDuXBHpcIBJmTvE2QpXkKjfRZe5rDQtqJHFDvuXUrMjCa1TQjtG-hq_pp67bGFLTnVU-M88yPsIdC123eke0Or1p_992NcoWP0int_Fd1lfZGBYQbGbL7at69w/s320/4682_1102386156140_1121290340_30303422_2237244_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358692606763302674" /><div>kids loved being in the water and jumping off the dock. Every time we would go to the lake Makayla became braver and </div><div>braver. She started out with a life vest on which she did not like. After</div><div> much complaint and nagging we little by little let her gain more freedom. We were worried because with this lake water if anything happened we wouldn't be able to se</div><div>e her or anyone else if they went down. Makayla is a really good swimmer </div><div>an</div><div>d we discovered its hard to reason with a 6 yr old girl who never wears a vest. By the end of our tri</div><div>p she was jumping off the dock with no life vest and swimming around with the big kids. Its amazing how fast she is growing and wanting to act like all the older kids. Kamden knew without having to ask to put his vest on. This little man was jumping and doing flips off the dock. No fear! He</div><div> is my little dare devil. He loved being at the lake. Every morning</div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcw-jpK5wPLhSB8ygVU92YvhP0VSsb4R297NkpRb5GHO24woK7kIlSjAVobKAra5sHhjKZffMyHcsx7eRo9-HDRCZi3QfT8A2P3w-JDC0C3Y9JH0EZ5-V1aOy4kpzmCMyipE-sqaKX6_Ql/s320/DSC01749.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358692609952053458" /><div> we were at grandpas house he woke up ready to go to the lake. Kamaile is like Ma</div><div>kayla. She is my water baby. We had her in the water going under and coming out with a huge smile on her face. She </div><div>would run into the water and jump into the water and land on her bum. Sometimes she would run out to far before jumping to land on her bum and would find her whole head underwater. She didn't know limitations. All she knew is that someone would be there to help her when she would go under. I don't believe one time she was upset when s</div><div>he went under on her own. I might of had a heart attack but she was fine. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The Beach: The beach was a whole family affair. We had Grandma and Grandpa there</div><div> with Eric and Karin. Plenty of eyes to watch the kids play in the water. It was such a beautiful day to be at the beach when we went. Our kids loved playing in the water and swimming with the waves. We bought bogie boards for Makayla and Kamden so that they could ride the waves. Daryle tried to show them how to ride the waves. It was so funny! I think our kids got hurt and put under the waves more with the boards then if they didn't have it strapped to them. Kamden loved having the board attached to him. He would have the board trailing behind him and each time a wave would come it would pick up the board and pull Kamden backwards</div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTnznL2Bf9E6qTnurGPd2ghGLZQNKu1P-q7V-ddvZNy7McBczcFJb4WDXmM6OPspUCVOG67mKytiUhn2Vta70I7wZUPWZfo1ZvxyV0iZr0QU7psGB4CsOk-FT87Lz80pRxb8xOzNDfmCXa/s200/DSC01830.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358694036953865362" /><div> and under the</div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAhyzp8bX0jCHfdLNuckCtZRQ1DkFLELE2luwmEmO9NwJgq0aL3WArS5wmwPEPxHUocDMTswRgWjz5lB4UMACbPrTAzEMuAuueNcDVO3vWOnkR5qEtwFBp6gMhgeFvSOOwGkKL-mF52MGS/s200/DSC01828.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358694051696772210" /><div> water. He has alot of</div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpM3vd9uhEiNAr5iXxQ1HAwKi7hlb8okIyHSkOUrtBeROkPpL0f2ODIFuuKgctSmT64NgOPKtNn5wV5O8BH6t0J6CNAx_B5aio74Fno6uiDa9u3s03cQ-G4YqzNKUzunI_33CO2g8DLaDv/s200/DSC01802.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358694045398805170" />determination because he always got back up and tried again.<div><br /></div><div>Busch Gardens: We had so much fun at Busch Garde</div><div>ns. My kids all love roller coasters from the marry go round to the fast moving strap you in rides. They had a kids area that had water shooting out of the ground different roller coasters that all of our kids could go on. This was Kamaile's first experience riding on roller coasters and at first she was a bit nervous with them but by the time we left the park she didn't want to get off of the rides. Kamden was at a height that he could go on alot of the rides but of course not all of them. Makayla was able to go on all but 2 rides. She had alot of fun riding rides over and over again. We went with my Mother in law (mil), her husband, my Sister in law (sil) and her husband. We walked the whole park watching different shows riding rides and eating. </div><div><br /></div><div>Cookouts: All I can say is that we ate and ate and ate. The food was the best and the family get togethers are going to be something we are going to miss alot out here in Utah.</div>Jessica Alohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070447710578286335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387412309055246814.post-13359024245076236242009-07-14T08:03:00.000-07:002009-07-14T08:13:29.054-07:00I'm a slacker!So its been a while since I've done my blog and have been meaning to do it since I got back out of town. I have so much to write that I don't even know where to start.<div><br /></div><div>So Daryle and I are expecting AGAIN! We took the kids to see the ultra sound which was really amazing for them. They were so excited to come with us to my appointment that they couldn't sit still or quite during it. They saw the baby's heart beat, and its whole shape. Body, legs, arms and all. Once they saw the baby they were mesmerized. Makayla kept on asking what the baby is. She kept on saying.....Is it a girl?.....Is it a boy?....Why don't you know yet?....Why can't you see it yet? She really wanted to know what we were having. Kamden just smiled a mile long and could take his eyes off out little one. It was a really sweat moment for us.</div>Jessica Alohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070447710578286335noreply@blogger.com0