tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59920774909605942002024-02-19T09:06:49.448-08:00The Auman FamilyAbbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715538761398975049noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992077490960594200.post-77868566851629019282010-12-30T20:51:00.000-08:002010-12-30T21:12:36.155-08:00Oliver<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgghAUTaa4GfRSt_FweU17d2GkqWqO0aDY0bbmKMIxc-Ezs2y_TovWgAIoohBpJaivbET00izG8LMcVr3tTJ0u0AGtN6wvK3LXW7ZZKI2ycnBIL5U7h4tZ3wsFkBe5CvDGQSLgJWZtdqtY0/s1600/Oliver+165+FIXED"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgghAUTaa4GfRSt_FweU17d2GkqWqO0aDY0bbmKMIxc-Ezs2y_TovWgAIoohBpJaivbET00izG8LMcVr3tTJ0u0AGtN6wvK3LXW7ZZKI2ycnBIL5U7h4tZ3wsFkBe5CvDGQSLgJWZtdqtY0/s320/Oliver+165+FIXED" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556708700100756370" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><br />Dustin recently bought a big fancy printer so I decided I would start journal writing again since I can now print the pages out.<div><br /></div><div>Oliver was born June 23, about 6 months ago. He was 9 days late, I was induced he would have been even later and even bigger if it would have been his way.. He was 9 lbs 7 oz. He was born early in the morning. I was in labor all night long, it was just Dustin and I, we took a lot of laps trying to get him to come.</div><div><br /></div><div>You were surprisingly big, and you had so much dark hair. I was so excited to finally see you! You have such a sweet personality. You are quiet and reserved, and you love to smile. You love your big brother so much, Jonah can make you laugh harder then anyone. You look up to him a lot. You are a big boy you are around 18 lbs. We are so glad to have you! </div><div><br /></div><div> <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho77A2PX01HPz_OvzvBWmD0PO23NYQ_MMvA9T6P-f3EH2KdJRCXQopCqL3g9nh8ZLsiuuhTRq_dTd4Q6jEOUhqWk5yMLt5GnNW7HyRybVmRTTRWMRFIgeXJzG1W9WwnmvPIKxBfv_MhC2g/s320/Oliver+142+touched+up" /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715538761398975049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992077490960594200.post-27482943200661591832010-03-01T19:03:00.000-08:002010-03-01T19:09:44.437-08:00FHE Tradition Continues On.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEUzKMOoGlIr5avKzZjzliuic_fpnQ7UEDSgMtvqBIt1WbWDpvfmuCW4VnvLrZCNZNaKDx5XzSh6O-PYxRQu6D4z-NR_6RS3Lcq3apQ6jDc36f5SpTNbLNSVanbPgt1akC7corUqBV0qe9/s1600-h/IMG_4439.JPG"><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/AVvXsEiEUzKMOoGlIr5avKzZjzliuic_fpnQ7UEDSgMtvqBIt1WbWDpvfmuCW4VnvLrZCNZNaKDx5XzSh6O-PYxRQu6D4z-NR_6RS3Lcq3apQ6jDc36f5SpTNbLNSVanbPgt1akC7corUqBV0qe9/s320/IMG_4439.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443867590563396562" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFe6tt472VQCgEXgZz9L9__tZ7uBxl61i_dZiEZvdMZbjdAD-E4tgzfG41unsV6yMzVa2gKEXO-i4RTVnXwdRVJ2hzGbxgulpnzILGOLr6K0Ta4abV_HlbwQeOh-beCNFizzwkFtMQveaK/s1600-h/IMG_4437.JPG"><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/AVvXsEjFe6tt472VQCgEXgZz9L9__tZ7uBxl61i_dZiEZvdMZbjdAD-E4tgzfG41unsV6yMzVa2gKEXO-i4RTVnXwdRVJ2hzGbxgulpnzILGOLr6K0Ta4abV_HlbwQeOh-beCNFizzwkFtMQveaK/s320/IMG_4437.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443867380765893538" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Jonah loves to sing, especially if he can wave a spoon around. It's fun to watch. Next time I might close the TV cabinet just in case he decides to get too crazy with it. </div><div style="text-align: center;">We wrote in our journals for FHE. We are going to do that each Monday now. Yeah for journals. I feel like it's a good idea ever since I became a Family History Consultant. Glad Abby had a start it again. </div>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715538761398975049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992077490960594200.post-85546219639484515492010-03-01T18:53:00.000-08:002010-03-01T19:03:14.594-08:00Potty Time!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU7GFcVYChJrVteNIygMOW_28zsVSHCMtCMLuivF61FE6DbnhQ2ASL3GMHe4SnyGnsIMgoGHInH3lojquIiyCwe_I0vHFDKO__hNH9G8khkdXNcqaSjEyIg7qIri1Qb3dpxWxK9DR1NHox/s1600-h/IMG_4436.JPG"><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/AVvXsEjU7GFcVYChJrVteNIygMOW_28zsVSHCMtCMLuivF61FE6DbnhQ2ASL3GMHe4SnyGnsIMgoGHInH3lojquIiyCwe_I0vHFDKO__hNH9G8khkdXNcqaSjEyIg7qIri1Qb3dpxWxK9DR1NHox/s320/IMG_4436.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443865296493200738" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Of course you got to have some reading material. You want to know the funniest thing about this picture? Jonah seems iffy about the whole poo and pee in the potty thing. So daddy felt he needed a wingman. I pulled out the little potty next to the toilet and went pee in it. It made the whole revving up sound. Jonah thought that it was pretty great. Hopefully I gave him some encouragement. </div>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715538761398975049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992077490960594200.post-42352235723247966102010-02-27T20:29:00.000-08:002010-02-27T20:33:54.653-08:00IKEA<div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdDYoLeWmiM-TxJeALZocBYyq_KV0ov3zv5nqLt7zDf4WDcrkH84FrxQUd-Lh7q29Tu5wjCt38QvZSpWmc_1HwMDI_B3pMZrxk5R9p6rF0JGdj6zaNjc9u-7z8xijZtf5YIIIZBgiZR-40/s1600-h/IMG_4428.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; ">What happens when Abby does a couple of massages and wants to go to IKEA?</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center; ">This.........</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirD3ZYBzwrDvsA7tfi4_ETi2ZBZo_Fz6XCnCD_e5bJ69hsU_vZZGZ8rYSm_rA3TMNUWGZhSy-H5dyx0ypigtItPaX2BIlUGCNFqyMUD26HWncO20R61Fj8HXtaPk823kyiuTb3IYrFjFj2/s1600-h/IMG_4429.JPG"><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/AVvXsEirD3ZYBzwrDvsA7tfi4_ETi2ZBZo_Fz6XCnCD_e5bJ69hsU_vZZGZ8rYSm_rA3TMNUWGZhSy-H5dyx0ypigtItPaX2BIlUGCNFqyMUD26HWncO20R61Fj8HXtaPk823kyiuTb3IYrFjFj2/s320/IMG_4429.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443147649482024690" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdDYoLeWmiM-TxJeALZocBYyq_KV0ov3zv5nqLt7zDf4WDcrkH84FrxQUd-Lh7q29Tu5wjCt38QvZSpWmc_1HwMDI_B3pMZrxk5R9p6rF0JGdj6zaNjc9u-7z8xijZtf5YIIIZBgiZR-40/s1600-h/IMG_4428.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdDYoLeWmiM-TxJeALZocBYyq_KV0ov3zv5nqLt7zDf4WDcrkH84FrxQUd-Lh7q29Tu5wjCt38QvZSpWmc_1HwMDI_B3pMZrxk5R9p6rF0JGdj6zaNjc9u-7z8xijZtf5YIIIZBgiZR-40/s320/IMG_4428.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443147375571274562" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715538761398975049noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992077490960594200.post-15508928478489021122010-02-27T20:15:00.000-08:002010-02-27T20:28:27.009-08:00Family night is the best.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7zHDHDHkGCTORV-Qn_FhsVPH4v1EYMgAl1myY5FjZgNUmFoK_ZMgvm_cHlyiQsYoH2nLgAYDcNgph-7s91S1n3GImBONDiNgpOGfj_8X4BnOljOem6ooe4cURAtqDTEPpdgeTE5CsW_KA/s1600-h/IMG_4405.JPG"><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/AVvXsEi7zHDHDHkGCTORV-Qn_FhsVPH4v1EYMgAl1myY5FjZgNUmFoK_ZMgvm_cHlyiQsYoH2nLgAYDcNgph-7s91S1n3GImBONDiNgpOGfj_8X4BnOljOem6ooe4cURAtqDTEPpdgeTE5CsW_KA/s320/IMG_4405.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443144775970004882" /></a>Jonah, Abby and I decided to go get some movies from <i>BOOKS OF YESTERDAY</i>. Jonah wanted to get the movie <i>Cars</i>. So we watched it before bedtime. Mommy and daddy had a blanket so Jonah wanted one too.Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715538761398975049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992077490960594200.post-56049070762775848912010-02-11T01:59:00.000-08:002010-02-11T02:27:20.974-08:00My Birthday Boy!<div style="text-align: center;">If ever a kid was excited for a Birthday, it was Jonah. He has been obsessed with cakes, candles, "fireworks," (matches) and the Birthday song for months now. We had a few friends and family over for a party and he had a blast! He kept trying to open the gifts while no one was looking. :) He was just beaming the whole time and was so grateful to everyone that gave him gifts. He thanked everyone individually and hugged them.</div><div><br /></div><div>We made, (what Dustin and I would call a sad mess) a Thomas cake. The cake we used was way to soft, the frosting was really drippy and he kind of looks like he is melting.. But Jonah loved him. He wanted us to sing Happy Birthday again and again.. We were prepared for a mess this time (unlike last year) we had him dressed down and on a table all to himself. He poked at the frosting for a minute and then asked for a fork.</div><div><br /></div><div>He still talks about his "Thomas cake" or sometimes his "happy cake." I showed him some pictures of it yesterday and he said, "I wanna go there!" </div><div><br /></div><div>I can't believe he is already two, time seems to go faster all the time and before I know it I will be sharing my love with three boys. :) Jonah is such a fun, creative, polite, and most of the time giving child. We have so much fun together during the day, I love how much he is learning every single day, sometimes I'm amazed at the things he says. I am so grateful to be a mom, I thank my heavenly father every day for him. He is my pal and I love him a lot. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmD-mrtUVk4JrEjQgU3l9c44AKFefOZWooHULm4vweTU-GEWS9nISr5qHsOTtvcVWmj_jW4DBcbRNpE6Euf7IplDEbYQ0-heYFZmtxeRHzIzmRHAnVaTFipPvq-hqdjvQmDFAGtGb3gsqB/s320/IMG_4307.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sneaking one of his gifts..</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVMu3m_nkwgJtnQwz9wcxnipIP7BAr54db-rXT98dvNUB-b7LwmMTSvUy68l9Ip2lHCTbfI_8-KpHnRjMIL6jcKvJAF1PnwbvKC_nEew4e3R3Tz4tyDzDVjO9Nj811oyP-ryvueW2QlomZ/s320/IMG_4324.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He really liked this monster truck.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2j1AATkpbuv2Y_FdD_Qs4_92ql0kn-Mvs4iGoyj0shRQF7Uz_wNfKaLyzvP3nrsgMlQkdLJVWT1_kJ2JMBdQuGVa-llhz0koAN7lRzizgv-DhCdYxAkQnSeL7AMOMfFGRPG57lXMi1cLG/s320/IMG_4354.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Our melting Thomas :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoQ8y3KRYmw6Yh2b4VbGGUOcZ1ofU8LKh9eVpWAjFSuAyXDcq22mOZKQDjssQ_KZvhMLSzahCs-FTX5qBCFb3TkpxMfAywrE3g4J8GUc9GA3ixB5P_jgqFNHleZzba_6S9ikRwQJ0272TJ/s320/IMG_4380.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">When he asked for a fork.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715538761398975049noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992077490960594200.post-58698835191485583742010-01-26T21:47:00.000-08:002010-01-26T21:56:27.163-08:00It's another Boy!<div>We had our ultrasound today, and found out we are having another boy! Jonah's been telling us it was a "bruder" for a couple weeks now. I totally thought it was a girl for the first little while, mainly because my pregnancy had been so different. We are excited though, and we won't have to buy any clothes...that's nice. We didn't really get that many great pics, he was curled up in a little ball for most of it. They are mostly of his man parts. :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7v04tfuafxwP8puoozIjUpXpJqTMZ-rh8oUeHx5bPKCJSuRyC58MZml9ZF90hp9rCZIb_6CaDDnCmuUjSfwjvr34AnuuG_4RKGRi3Z82s7AnfFiHP-GUWfz4jd9s9Ol4keHOOPTvP1uVb/s1600-h/Profile.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7v04tfuafxwP8puoozIjUpXpJqTMZ-rh8oUeHx5bPKCJSuRyC58MZml9ZF90hp9rCZIb_6CaDDnCmuUjSfwjvr34AnuuG_4RKGRi3Z82s7AnfFiHP-GUWfz4jd9s9Ol4keHOOPTvP1uVb/s200/Profile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431293535291909522" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBcRkp_kEyXdyheELFgLMUuMpF-LIMWtqAEyvbJdKAeZTsL_xMt3M35e-lGkXGjvz6cIhXFCoOzR9kOpkJYVUmh87Awef4NM9qvMjkUiUNQgFkaqeNBAa_RfCtj0_Vdx7n1jF2t2N6ZGEM/s1600-h/3-D+Bum.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBcRkp_kEyXdyheELFgLMUuMpF-LIMWtqAEyvbJdKAeZTsL_xMt3M35e-lGkXGjvz6cIhXFCoOzR9kOpkJYVUmh87Awef4NM9qvMjkUiUNQgFkaqeNBAa_RfCtj0_Vdx7n1jF2t2N6ZGEM/s200/3-D+Bum.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431293462650462882" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> <b> Cute little bum..</b><div><b><br /></b><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvNXWiub6yStlPo_2zLd8bSq6UomKygqYLsLwKyzA91pYDWR_tJVlQnevcfSgPu0g_RPEyviWHIBpn0I1RmR8iPVFgu_GMh7oMSzQoRyf15EfGbDE8yUeEP1EH5czE4ijNPzBv96OaSQKv/s1600-h/2-D+Bum.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvNXWiub6yStlPo_2zLd8bSq6UomKygqYLsLwKyzA91pYDWR_tJVlQnevcfSgPu0g_RPEyviWHIBpn0I1RmR8iPVFgu_GMh7oMSzQoRyf15EfGbDE8yUeEP1EH5czE4ijNPzBv96OaSQKv/s200/2-D+Bum.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431293361319307842" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715538761398975049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992077490960594200.post-29823242594782905822010-01-18T05:21:00.000-08:002010-01-26T04:43:07.378-08:00Catching up..<div style="text-align: center;">Since becoming pregnant I have pretty much let everything go, especially remembering to write on here. :) So I am going attempt to catch up, hopefully my memory will serve me well.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>December 10, Happy Anniversary to us!</b></div><div>There was not much excitement from both our parts for this years anniversary, mostly because of being so tight on money. And it definitely didn't help that I have been extremely moody, tired and how shall I say...not wanting dustin to come near me?.. Dustin tried hard, as always to make the best of it. He made me a deep fat fried spaghetti and meatball dinner, yes he fried the meatballs. It took a lot of effort on my sick pregnant self not to comment and act like I loved it. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Several people asked to take Jonah from us, but we really didn't see any reason, he really enjoyed the meatballs. After dinner we got in the car and drove around town to look at Christmas lights, Jonah's favorite thing to do. He loves to look at lights and talk about baby Jesus and Santa Clause. After we put Jonah to bed we got in bed ourselves and talked about the past year. At first we talked about all things that had been really stressful and seemed unfair. Then Dustin suggested we read the scriptures, after doing so we could feel the spirit enter our home and we started talking about all the things that we had been blessed with. We realized how bad our attitudes had been this past year, and that we really hadn't been very diligent in our daily scripture study and prayer. We made a goal as a companionship to do both of these things daily, no matter what. And I think we can both honestly say we have been happier because of it. Not to say I'm not stressed out all of the time, but I feel more confident in good things happening.</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHCe5mzeWBjQxJa-XZ38dpMf2e0THRxze5jjzu530BiMbnm_J9MH3X9xL35nMuDQd-s4i6p2TAwbVSZUH0RCNx9QBHRwO_8cdRWU2G_2GRxhPzn9mXPe5Hfc7wQdWkPKk3MfhRNfmjQ8Bv/s200/_R6R0753monmor.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCzq1vwqzzFLqDXGstlK_4KETzkUiEErmCGlnU7Uk1nJXo_fy9q6YPLUmuoHJ4D_UXW1LC8EdP62SQzbpG3bgnTJmwj6DNTjgkGPCexseHpENlfShJzBSz2o-lKGu5pBPwGlqvujIFprNn/s200/_R6R0768.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsG_S5biuOo6ccxn6Cp80gXB6D6pl16ablsaoGwjyH7gL91X8w9JHz_JmCVRPo-f-APoyNAyaK6bduhiEq7vEaskRQ1DNVErqxCK3e_C1cOL-U-PgWDWLfSvgEwg2AHmzZ4uDJINIjOrZu/s200/_R6R0860mon+morn.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggl4zM4OZCHOkSYmmddvmQ-12kfjIyWphC0-Wuk5UsXE37bljmbWaJMXBKDM1LIwHRv3s8LlsGfzPPZ-iENZre8qTf9Z5O_MPgF1mls6XLzJMpJ0bRxamwBhqaKKR-LQctf7rWdxIp-Jcn/s200/_R6R1411.jpg" /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>On our way to the "love" in :)</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>December 25, Christmas!</b></div><div>This year was our turn to be with my family, so we packed up all our stuff(it's amazing how much you need for just one kid) and went to Salt Lake for a week. I had decided to work at Great Harvest, one of my past jobs, so we could make a little extra money. We are ridiculous parents who spoil our child, and really we wanted to buy him a train table. So I woke my pregnant self up at 4 in the am and worked 12 hour shifts for 5 days. I realized (too late) how crazy I was to be doing such. I came home hardly able to walk most days because my feet were so sore. Dustin played mommy and entertained Jonah and I'm pretty sure fed him mac and cheese everyday that week. :) Was it worth it? Absolutely, he loves that train table, and hopefully siblings to come will too! </div><div><br /></div><div>The Monday before Christmas we had a family get together with Dad's side of the family. It was at Aunt Chris' house and I think almost everyone was there, including our cute Grams and Gramps. Not realizing it would be our last time together with Grandma we got a family pic with all the grandkids, and one with all the great's. I had a chance to sit down with Grandma and let her hold Jonah and tell her how much I love her. A very nice memory now.</div><div> </div><div>Christmas night was spent at Erin's house, unfortunately not everyone was there. It was Erin and Justin there kiddies, us, Sam, Nate, Mary and Mom and Dad. We had dinner and like always went and caroled . We definitely were not the same without Ann's strong soprano voice. I think mostly mom and Erin sang solos. But at least we provided a few minutes of good entertainment for some random people. :) </div><div><br /></div><div>We then acted out the nativity, which was sort of tricky seeing as most of the effort went to keeping the clothes on the kids. </div><div><br /></div><div>Christmas morning, Jonah woke up at about 6 so we let him get in bed with us. I had to run to the bathroom and while I was gone Dustin had the urge to tell Jonah that Santa Clause had come and that he had brought lots of presents for him to open. When I got back in bed all Jonah could say was, "Santa Clause," "presents," upstairs?" Needless to say there was no going back to bed and Christmas morning started way to early for only having one really young child. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Overall it was a fun and festive time. Mostly just fun to watch Jonah experience it. He still thinks all presents are from Santa Clause. We will see how that goes at his Birthday. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9v5mBkLD19y29Y56ldh87gQixS_jNdMhU2reBT8nrHEirTxP71ylu49YMU2VHSNaBgwZ0EH3z40wStefv7-d9A3x5y-_8oU2cANm2A11vwfej0mE8gYSY3keMZgd6PZ9Dv1jYLgyEYopI/s200/IMG_4025.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Caleb as an angel.</b></div><div> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX42l5DpOFiRcyuJ0y6Sc9EqjUhbZh_uJrE_aA3sSkxpz5B7f_KkyNYcgFsGbplHN7f8_4w1jU-bpdf5eKmghnsbnwz4KCDr0_tnnY-olXIUNd5AYbd3j90dkKW_b6dPkmS2C5Z3I9t7CO/s200/IMG_4024.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Zach was one happy Joseph</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpL2E9Y65QpFQVy-zSErgefsLpl6D0HdpezAPecdbyUerNDMvaIURK3sOeGuwGx835s0ScVDqDxdBlbdVMNS74dZlFZhvjta1NdtnVXdSoU1hdvTpMC-NlAAKwJxB5w8ccBVZu8AoRK3jk/s200/IMG_4026.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Justin was an angel that wanted to show off his legs..<span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBIhgF18va-lujmdNcOQgJkMrgFvpmgjaQZ4w6iHT0sNw2CxCdU6-gJT5xMKQCSMkaAcCbc0a651ejqhWCsSb4-X57ZNLF7BBKSN1JyDXeI42QdptUyvcK18Cxoo-BcLoyVXEurmsKDAse/s200/IMG_4031.JPG" /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>The boys taking a Xmas Eve bath</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAv-DBtTuLJPFZk6eHsU8zlJgj_3CD0bhKBFkf7ho8LK4lmEbIJUMGWvYSeNnhg28XrVCIPgTlT7BiEjpI9RxBSQ8y-Z8nQRUuml6ATl9ECdpJ0hOkmY9LTMrTZGbMp3dSTQxtELqypAHa/s200/IMG_4038.JPG" /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Opening his stalking</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjekMpMnu4YRhBByQZZ9rkomcizG7ssnah05eGIV-B2WMEHdFsctpFEKilxWIVoiP_ll8z8jQHeUx2DHPmRfPnhoQ_Q7Kfcfsl08WAY1yb8uXD_pNbmeOQGN79Orw9Jb70Ttx_8USJrFD9o/s200/IMG_4067.JPG" /></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>More art supplies. :)</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQKBwjxjUHJExUroMd27W73iDU4nJW4gcx6sx_RWrtHDcYxDrk615T1S2ZFqRfPdtwGOMC3-REneiPiA1Rm1I5KQaXnbapv_3c4ywy39XECP1ShnMA7CXuNsviUyH17lU3zJUVVoK_wIjy/s200/IMG_4101.JPG" /></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>His favorite gift of all!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b> <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCT80_hpCFOuSqu164rei8ORXECOQfM3RK-Eew2kD9dTFwFHR5Lh1XIIJzHwnd8mjsSe3sKDBQtt63iBHqm51rBmFqzNdZ2lAv39PTtUJ6T5iHr53MKl1GZzdGDB7qmzdofb73hoPZnwp-/s200/IMG_4110.JPG" /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Ally and Brad gave his some sweet shoes he was really excited about</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5YSg3BEUIMcDjbc5_dGCWpSCeYjFx5RBsOOIS7W5qEJJ29nimuhbOl7DtYuvVvmFLIMSxrjZJAp-ULn2macOeXPC3ndGIPrQimwlyR7lnA0v-wepPf7WDyF37Ccl6vA0bKiC2Lh1bC1Rp/s200/IMG_3987.JPG" /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>His dazed and confused look after getting off Santa's lap.</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>January 3, 2010 Grandma passes away</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Obituary</b></div><div><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; text-indent: 0.5in; "><i>Marilyn Lundstrom, beloved wife, mother, grandmother, great grandmother, sister and friend passed away peacefully January 3, 2010.</i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><o:p><i> </i></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; text-indent: 0.5in; "><i>Born September 2, 1924, Scipio, </i><st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on"><i>Utah</i></st1:place></st1:state><i> to Grant and Mildred Esklund Thompson.</i><span><i> </i></span><i>Attended </i><st1:placename st="on"><i>Millard</i></st1:placename><i> </i><st1:placetype st="on"><i>High School</i></st1:placetype><i> and later graduated from </i><st1:placename st="on"><i>Nursing</i></st1:placename><i> </i><st1:placetype st="on"><i>School</i></st1:placetype><i> at the </i><st1:place st="on"><st1:placetype st="on"><i>University</i></st1:placetype><i> of </i><st1:placename st="on"><i>Utah</i></st1:placename></st1:place><i>.</i><span><i> </i></span><i>Also a member of the Cadet Nurse Corp during WWII.</i><span><i> </i></span><i>While working as a nurse in </i><st1:place st="on"><st1:state st="on"><i>California</i></st1:state></st1:place><i> she met the love of her life Richard E. Lundstrom.</i><span><i> </i></span><i>They were married on December 14, 1948 in the </i><st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on"><i>Salt</i></st1:placename><i> </i><st1:placetype st="on"><i>Lake</i></st1:placetype><i> </i><st1:placetype st="on"><i>Temple</i></st1:placetype></st1:place><i>.</i><span><i> </i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><o:p><i> </i></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; text-indent: 0.5in; "><i>Emergency Nurse Course obtained its beginning due to the organizing efforts of Marilyn.</i><span><i> </i></span><i>Marilyn was instrumental in the instigation of Insta Cares through out </i><st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on"><i>Utah</i></st1:place></st1:state><i>.</i><span><i> </i></span><i>During her</i><span><i> </i></span><i>30 year career Marilyn was nurse manager of the CCU ICU and Emergency Room at </i><st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on"><i>Cottonwood</i></st1:placename><i> </i><st1:placetype st="on"><i>Hospital</i></st1:placetype></st1:place><i>.</i><span><i> </i></span><i>She was respected and honored by colleagues and trusted by the patients she cared for.</i><span><i> </i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><o:p><i> </i></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; text-indent: 0.5in; "><i>Marilyn served faithfully in many church callings.</i><span><i> </i></span><i>Marilyn served two missions with her husband to the Adelaide Australia Mission and the Rochester New York Mission.</i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><o:p><i> </i></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; text-indent: 0.5in; "><i>Marilyn loved to spend time with her husband and family and her little dog Corky.</i><span><i> </i></span><i>She will be missed greatly by all those who loved and admired her.</i><span><i> </i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><o:p><i> </i></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; text-indent: 0.5in; "><i>Survived by husband, Richard, six children, Lynn (Susan), Kris Parry, Mary Ellen (Lyle) Winterton, Thompson, Diane (Michael) Delahunty, Ann Daniels, 26 grandchildren, 33 great grandchildren, siblings, Preston Thompson, Diane Stott and Russell (Janet) Thompson.</i><span><i> </i></span><i>Preceded in death by brother Gordon, son-in-law, Scott Parry.</i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><o:p><i> </i></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; text-indent: 0.5in; "><i>Funeral services will be held Wednesday, January 6, 2010, 10:30 a.m. at the Cannon Mortuary, 2460 E. Bengal Blvd. (7600 S.) where friends may call the day of the service from 9:00 to 10:15 a.m.</i><span><i> </i></span><st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on"><i>Interment</i></st1:placename><i> </i><st1:placename st="on"><i>Scipio</i></st1:placename><i> </i><st1:placetype st="on"><i>City</i></st1:placetype><st1:placetype st="on"><i>Cemetery</i></st1:placetype></st1:place></p></span></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0px;margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; ">This was such a special day. sad. But so special. Grandpa seemed so fragile, and that was really hard to see, I just wanted to keep hugging him. I learned a lot about my Grandma this day, and felt the spirit so strongly.</span></p></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Dad played "Jesus once as a Little Child" on the violin, and cried like Ive never seen him before. It was really sweet, and brought a special spirit.</div><div><br /></div><div>I especially liked hearing the story of how Grams and Gramps met. They were at a St. Patricks day dance in California, and each had a clover with a song title. When the song was played they had to go find their match. Their song being "Till the end of Time." My Grandpa always say, "All because two people fell in love." How true and amazing that statement is, I'm sure it is neat so look back at your life and see what you helped create. </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Memory's of Grandma</b></div><div>Getting a Birthday card every year, until she got too old to remember.</div><div>Getting the dollar amount of my age in my card.</div><div>Visiting her as a child and getting to eat all the candy I wanted.</div><div> </div><div>Her chopping all our bangs really short and making mom furious. :)</div><div>Bossing Grandpa around, all the time.</div><div>She and Grandpa talking about their missions, and disputing the correct way to pronounce, "aboriginals."</div><div>Always being generous and wanting to help you in any way.</div><div>Wanting to know everything about your life, in great detail.</div><div>Games. all games, especially "skipBo" and "Hand and foot."</div><div>Living with them in her older years, in St. George and she still tried to wait on me hand and foot. She also would remind me often that as a 20 year old I wasn't getting any younger and better start looking for a husband. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>I am going to miss my Grandma dearly, and am grateful for the example she has been to me in my life. I can't wait to see her again! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9suDTvQk3leyjo0c-4Zmc0SKXvqhN068ncd0S_G5IV5ychAZft0EjKTXF8xgct1hyVOi6lHzabhNCfYphtJ-Og4k-avsfXtugySF4YX2gqPUEL5NXvB8zsCeCB4brIewI9DRt-JfAiq6t/s200/_R6R0791.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9qd9g9rO5bAGsmE-trOMn5ONUX8tqvhl_dRHtXsxmPx2tBoMi-2gL6EzKYO_lDgZrJAztx-7AKQt9i1jX_nQEPk1XKiEViVKOTK3luyn99TEjTJe9F5E_CdeUCHXCKMp5BGzeuOvtbogv/s200/IMG_3969.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Almost all of the great grandchildren </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS2f56Jpad6AvE394dTCJIJh0oryVzsHsgsncoBaPrnT6StXG4-wcEI69-ETYHi_Cfc16oyv1N_Iko_I161uz6UgoBhzRZjSjXfurw2SctBRzdjtJd4SdzkQpSi7065gbDIfCzxTqkeMmJ/s200/IMG_3970.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Almost all of the grandchildren</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioW90WYwbsmHrGrMed9TRfoHecWRQXYxYZl6gdy81s_EnY1SQ7sEJ6wt0GGC5zb06XXliKpvPG7X-LCUhtZq6_3X21mgQ4abSu3wb5f_cHRLmtLxHWbjaeHuE4QWQl-H-ZFbJadeZYHAlE/s200/IMG_4016.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>If only Jonah looked happy.. :)</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHKPvsECpCI1wKaERRhayUF_dPYMqHpkrA2IYrr9HAFjcgQtPTO4GDNKDYx16MBMyZ3gAGyh4a_A8-WDZWl4jdbni6kXet3l5y-bjvE8nt0ok9gR6t3HuK3BhWVLftNxam91D7Jv6zLMRC/s200/IMG_4019.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715538761398975049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992077490960594200.post-76188859974428099872009-12-07T21:29:00.000-08:002009-12-07T21:41:12.399-08:00<div>About two months ago Jonah took a serious interest in drawing. He would draw all day if I would stay by his side and continually praise him, as well as draw with him. He chases me down and hands me a crayon saying, "here mama." He waits to make sure I follow him back to wherever his art easel may be. And if by chance I don't follow him, right away, he gives me a piece of his mind. His favorite things to draw are, but not limited to: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">choo</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">choo</span>, snowman, plane, any kind of animal, truck, jeep, and stars.(occasionally they really look like stars too) He prefers to color with markers, of course, however after way too many mishaps of him either dropping them or running down the hallway with them, they have disappeared.. Here are a few pictures of him hard at work. :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4TZozSVT-2MgqW8sheFSuzlsxwxPhTosqzwqORiC0lv96oa9ii7U6qSmT-SNsqPfluNmx_7A8PItofB7EUrASlJyutK_wGKrI-ui74pkHmDpQbGlVXislxXk1KFRBf0uSGBXlQZMx4_aH/s1600-h/IMG_3825.JPG"><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/AVvXsEi4TZozSVT-2MgqW8sheFSuzlsxwxPhTosqzwqORiC0lv96oa9ii7U6qSmT-SNsqPfluNmx_7A8PItofB7EUrASlJyutK_wGKrI-ui74pkHmDpQbGlVXislxXk1KFRBf0uSGBXlQZMx4_aH/s320/IMG_3825.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412735285003246706" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjio4Wd_NPpjYdd6sGz90oa9-8UwswXxYqaakl5ST4OpFtShdoo7cW9oCxhXrARYWbWX2G1tg7lIatA1I31b7ls67xHOP9rsKWvcVIKIoObO-0zO6WV4fk334qTETjJ8AGQnvUfmdm5-hF3/s1600-h/IMG_3808.JPG"><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/AVvXsEjio4Wd_NPpjYdd6sGz90oa9-8UwswXxYqaakl5ST4OpFtShdoo7cW9oCxhXrARYWbWX2G1tg7lIatA1I31b7ls67xHOP9rsKWvcVIKIoObO-0zO6WV4fk334qTETjJ8AGQnvUfmdm5-hF3/s320/IMG_3808.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412734947250544754" /></a> This was one of those run down the hallway and back drawings. :)<br /><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqzMi6DRCepI3J_npbPSlJNEgD8PeKhi2aUgGkU0E2hW8f8WXW6wLVfnokaAql3DPPOuw8Rx1XHCviDTfA-lqJhxIcMoLrzz_LARXgYCZMm4tuTr52SeyXEHQFGLmAHgOtW_CB0Owuv7sH/s1600-h/IMG_3852.JPG"><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/AVvXsEgqzMi6DRCepI3J_npbPSlJNEgD8PeKhi2aUgGkU0E2hW8f8WXW6wLVfnokaAql3DPPOuw8Rx1XHCviDTfA-lqJhxIcMoLrzz_LARXgYCZMm4tuTr52SeyXEHQFGLmAHgOtW_CB0Owuv7sH/s320/IMG_3852.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412734680367313490" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO4M6l4yo9oUlz-_yMPbXvDhH6qdWUP7LTIPzL9KSImB0OqPe2RZg7pQwXq8GJ2mBgJ79NljzFaNqB0prwIum37RhZmPWuxi4FVNRheR2CcXUWAKl3R5IRgno4v-JYN3nhrRD3Un8F4FXX/s1600-h/IMG_3850.JPG"><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/AVvXsEhO4M6l4yo9oUlz-_yMPbXvDhH6qdWUP7LTIPzL9KSImB0OqPe2RZg7pQwXq8GJ2mBgJ79NljzFaNqB0prwIum37RhZmPWuxi4FVNRheR2CcXUWAKl3R5IRgno4v-JYN3nhrRD3Un8F4FXX/s320/IMG_3850.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412734543402005394" /></a> "Helping" Dustin with his homework.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6OQk1PnjznxGyqaMCLXhy62_nFd9ZciWKL0Hf4zxQOut_NIlXSG3GfmFQirKeYseuR59LPGW-cEy_upfaeYPnOG0YgH70sXBPoTm3BHdudzgzBQWEA6bUHydJbsuQVGsQA4wwyFQZZCRP/s1600-h/IMG_3806.JPG"><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/AVvXsEi6OQk1PnjznxGyqaMCLXhy62_nFd9ZciWKL0Hf4zxQOut_NIlXSG3GfmFQirKeYseuR59LPGW-cEy_upfaeYPnOG0YgH70sXBPoTm3BHdudzgzBQWEA6bUHydJbsuQVGsQA4wwyFQZZCRP/s320/IMG_3806.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412734103512003490" /></a> This is usually how much he draws in a day or two.<br /><br /></div>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715538761398975049noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992077490960594200.post-86696041758175147342009-12-03T09:23:00.001-08:002009-12-03T09:25:35.810-08:00In Honor of Finals Week<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCHoxzmeUcxxqsT-bEkz-dYkqDS26EPYt2W8kKFMWRzM57jCLr2-Rs2RzjkhGQdt9s6F6wMl6tYCHNq02KvdK-QX-vmZnlOS1I21Ojwt9NufRkN7pSjzjf_QLWoejOqhHc4hyphenhyphenWMaNsU5X5/s1600-h/t5.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCHoxzmeUcxxqsT-bEkz-dYkqDS26EPYt2W8kKFMWRzM57jCLr2-Rs2RzjkhGQdt9s6F6wMl6tYCHNq02KvdK-QX-vmZnlOS1I21Ojwt9NufRkN7pSjzjf_QLWoejOqhHc4hyphenhyphenWMaNsU5X5/s320/t5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411062311829618738" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ivh_s9j9hnIzYQmmmLpyN8cqgMQSvT2YDJI_QD1y2h2px-ZUa1R_baglgfrTWJNqNFLrq4eJu8YdVy1ICl7NuUyu5GRh6uyZL9_wYlURFxPTjmD1qEaCRByrxcKGJVWYH74EMXEZu79D/s1600-h/t4.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ivh_s9j9hnIzYQmmmLpyN8cqgMQSvT2YDJI_QD1y2h2px-ZUa1R_baglgfrTWJNqNFLrq4eJu8YdVy1ICl7NuUyu5GRh6uyZL9_wYlURFxPTjmD1qEaCRByrxcKGJVWYH74EMXEZu79D/s320/t4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411062234604436562" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs-Ywf1Yw3obOO-hDC-h99Ynuo2ChOCgACUdysM91jwt16fCxwPu4zJkKqMiUWiyTvfVoFXGCeQzOOUsi1xA5rLmhSeszVbLy06u6EOexZjnDV4SGa-UYYOg-zl4dCS6cFwiEhG_Hx3Jiv/s1600-h/t3.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs-Ywf1Yw3obOO-hDC-h99Ynuo2ChOCgACUdysM91jwt16fCxwPu4zJkKqMiUWiyTvfVoFXGCeQzOOUsi1xA5rLmhSeszVbLy06u6EOexZjnDV4SGa-UYYOg-zl4dCS6cFwiEhG_Hx3Jiv/s320/t3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411062153754393810" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkxLF_INfCsUsxcf1TVIkIGcdvX9vfvt-IFudOPakqsTLh9553ghYXcdYl9zxrrdKgyDIsVqKCRR-1f26azeCy5cxW2YLPQ78js-WQrnw-44LFTjvuAW8UrnCPFVmSfDWZ_D54RgwK3d39/s1600-h/t2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkxLF_INfCsUsxcf1TVIkIGcdvX9vfvt-IFudOPakqsTLh9553ghYXcdYl9zxrrdKgyDIsVqKCRR-1f26azeCy5cxW2YLPQ78js-WQrnw-44LFTjvuAW8UrnCPFVmSfDWZ_D54RgwK3d39/s320/t2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411062055195692642" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAq0SJMzgH4LX_4XgITPjVCZ-wvYtiByTA4iaGJmtgBFjbe-YfCOVNIMzE-KKHb_r4sljjZFLSpvwXe23x4vMlURrm4gYEFbwRPW6Q5m_g_3uHDV4oSxnkbjh-plcwcNEObYaQgJ7NyMOQ/s1600-h/t1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 118px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAq0SJMzgH4LX_4XgITPjVCZ-wvYtiByTA4iaGJmtgBFjbe-YfCOVNIMzE-KKHb_r4sljjZFLSpvwXe23x4vMlURrm4gYEFbwRPW6Q5m_g_3uHDV4oSxnkbjh-plcwcNEObYaQgJ7NyMOQ/s320/t1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411061971216904642" /></a>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715538761398975049noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992077490960594200.post-23693013165068276042009-12-03T08:58:00.000-08:002009-12-03T09:06:11.317-08:00Abby & I Suck At Christmas!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL8Xm1Jexj502c86ch2n-TVs-a0p_Q3fQUSdTJsd6zmJF0VCZJ9MxXjYX6GXSV-rflzBX9qdJIdssR3mpjl_aW_S9CDbE3bHC0iBO2qsc3bezCW6g1kCDJL4zrJMXP3v3bqgqMH63jVXGv/s1600-h/kidkraft.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL8Xm1Jexj502c86ch2n-TVs-a0p_Q3fQUSdTJsd6zmJF0VCZJ9MxXjYX6GXSV-rflzBX9qdJIdssR3mpjl_aW_S9CDbE3bHC0iBO2qsc3bezCW6g1kCDJL4zrJMXP3v3bqgqMH63jVXGv/s320/kidkraft.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411057287064637010" /></a><br />So we got this really cool train table for Jonah. He will love it... or should I say he does love it. I saw it at home. (It came via UPS). I told Abby that it would be annoying to have to put it together Christmas day when we got home from SLC. So I told her that I should put it together in the back room so that we can just bring it out on Christmas. Next thing you know the table is together and Jonah and I are playing with his trains. I felt bad cause now it wouldn't so fun on Christmas morning. So after Jonah went to bed I packed it back into boxes hoping he would forget about it until Christmas.Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715538761398975049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992077490960594200.post-992505967148903732009-11-13T14:22:00.000-08:002009-11-13T14:38:15.154-08:00So big..<div style="text-align: left;">So, this morning I was feeling extra sick and especially tired after another sleepless night. Dustin fed Jonah breakfast for me and headed off to work. I decided I needed to lye down for a bit, so I put Thomas on for Jonah and left my door open. About five minutes into the show, he rushed in saying, " 'mon mama, choo choo!" I told him mommy had to lay down just for a bit, so he ran back out to the t.v. A couple minutes later he comes running in again, stops and looks at me then goes over to a pile of clothes on the floor and grabs two articles. He rushes back to me and while handing me the clothes says, "here go mama" with a big grin on his face. He is so cute, I can hardly stand it sometimes! He is not my baby any more.. :(</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQjxiWRS7GZMFwaEGTlH7MI8eA90_3UWI73bICIrvBmA-XirKvpdu7k1j2-4PPssb3AXhtckaYOnJzHPJDBr_GJcF13r_DvTfPeT4V403UPIRkI0R3V2CLn47IgcDw_ZajIgNlR9MSgAag/s320/IMG_2312.JPG" /></div><div> This was this summer at Bear Lake, man he is cute. :)</div><div><br /></div>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715538761398975049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992077490960594200.post-1985115618731779492009-11-03T09:04:00.000-08:002009-11-03T09:24:08.820-08:00Jonah, Jonah, Jonah...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKunagdxNeb5S46SQrt3TzOrKpFGvhjySXRaK3lEf8gGo1i_8KMUhWrW_2jxkIf3ieuAr-0rRwuBM5PTypMauII5liOcf6ZbgeJsoWfAMJOysMZMTq-9FntDqqlv5S4huYYfgkgmaBqTYV/s1600-h/hulk_bill_bixby.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKunagdxNeb5S46SQrt3TzOrKpFGvhjySXRaK3lEf8gGo1i_8KMUhWrW_2jxkIf3ieuAr-0rRwuBM5PTypMauII5liOcf6ZbgeJsoWfAMJOysMZMTq-9FntDqqlv5S4huYYfgkgmaBqTYV/s320/hulk_bill_bixby.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399929359625015042" /></a><br />So last night Abby and Mary were getting ready to go work out. I was putting Jonah down for the night. He was increda-pissed because we made him stop drawing, (he didn't want to). He was screaming at me as I was walking out of the room. I happened to turn and glance at him as I turned around the door and he had climbed over the crib railing and was headed to the ground. His face broke his fall. It freaked me out. With in 1 second he had climbed and jumped to his doom. I grabbed a light, to check for dilation. Abby wanted to know. He is fine. I stayed in the room pretending to be asleep just to make sure he was safe. Abby was sure he wouldn't attempt it again. I kn ow those stubborn Auman jeans better though. He did attempt it two more times before I took apart his crib and put his mattress on the floor. He was so upset! Long story short after jumping on the bed and hitting his mouth hard on the side he had a pretty bad night. But now Abby and I need to get this whole bed thing going. The crib doesn't fit his needs anymore. Needs being, keeping him in it. Oh well. So the pages of our lives turn. (dude! I got the right lives. usually I put lifes). PS increda-pissed is a trade marked word. It means so mad that the person affected has no conscious thought processes. Is extremely red in the face with snot, tears, and heat protruding from the body, and much like the Hulk has no recollection of their doings when they awake from their rampage. Yes even a small man consisting of only 25 lbs of blood and guts can become very intimidating when increda-pissed.<div><br /><div><br /></div></div>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715538761398975049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992077490960594200.post-63785822429482752222009-11-02T02:25:00.000-08:002009-11-02T03:09:13.095-08:00Halloweenie FunSo first off Friday night we had a Murder Mystery Party that my sisters threw for my Birthday. If you have never been to one you should, they are hilarious, kinda scandalous, but hilarious. Most of us were Italian, Sam, Ann, and Sara did a super job on their accents, so funny. It was just my family and all about deceit and affair, sounds terrible... Josh made his famous pasta, amazing. And Sara made a really yummy cheesecake. It was a really fun night, thanks again guys! <div><br /></div><div>Halloween, Dustin had the clever idea last year of making Jonah, "Jonah in the Whale" we never got around to it. We figured next year he will have an opinion about what he wants to be, so we got an early start on it this year, and with some help from Jackie accomplished it pretty well. He was the cutest whale I've ever seen. We spent the day with Barney, Jackie, Kate, Mandi, Haylie, Sara, Bella, Rhi, Jacob and last but NOT least Ann! :) We started off at the mall, WAY too many people, and then hit up Main Street, and ended doing some around the neighborhood with Sara and the girls. When Jonah received his first piece of candy in his bucket, a tootsie roll, he immediately took a big bite out of it, wrapper and all! He hasn't done that since he was really little, not sure why he did it. He continued to instantly grab each piece of candy for the first 6 or 7. Needless to say he ate way too much candy that day, and really not much else. He didn't really get the whole going around to different stores thing, he really just wanted to eat his candy and play. He was so hyped up on candy he never took a nap, never stopped jumping around really and crashed hard at about 7. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOIVNbmj9IArQ1LtaFX3qs_TFMm_EFRqavI-QFDDWEeGdajJwzscFemm1jZyfnvX2qgV3TvcZfbMgvKqhRebwiS9ux3i2t0QEXlX7BdDxzmcFPnmT76JdjPL2ud7gaYdyvxumivjTfxkHq/s320/IMG_3723.JPG" /></div><div>Rocco Scarfazzi and Tara Misu, look at that chest hair... :)</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIzz7VOcY2kuKdq7y7cvNaEdUXLdRfYgL0GADij_XR76ed8x0kTJiDb-ERqXdp37kc1J44V6K6UQ58NvDRwkX4D470kUSSVFU1YNhpSQnFipsAGsdoIdCTxDENp5WOkML9gxKsl0kusWwG/s320/IMG_3727.JPG" /></div><div>Mama Rosa and Father Alfredo</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnixQPE3rPOY6DEBN_V7e5YrASbsdq6VwttLdWhHfts-A44uBInuY4CgT8985r8ICPk_xJtHdzjE9pKhtcDJMyEstE2YrNaF56Tv0fiNvFrysak9hDJ0trL73JQDMgkjOcQzEhVuGOCATW/s320/IMG_3729.JPG" /></div><div>Angel and Bo Jalais</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCbT3yO193Q4yY3Rkb4BR_1ZKuD7fdOtXmGjKnCOMzJw6287OhbsiO2e7RVKupm0f6uRa78O-xK3t2mJkOK6XXNaxRep_M90aMNdLWZaY1aCV4V8lGnonAxeupd6eCMuWO9_M6TGSFVY0M/s320/IMG_3730.JPG" /></div><div>Marco Roni, and Clair Voyant</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVUMLyOHYU0ZeSKfD5EgJJQVSNnJvmOuuFx3Nu5oL_AZcFEdBG5bPkIVTeZb6p6S0dvt4lLceZUTUTM-XdyecIUC87qPhDDAw3OnZKshTSQXxn7d_D3SN6o8zaJu6I_pHkfeEkN9DbBC4O/s320/IMG_3726.JPG" /></div><div>We look good...</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0S2pM2fI3O-iurEw3mzYuDVVGvoUSnw58m3GcYXV6cdCK9i61GZdfCq5Ur0WFJLGVSxuPvvhYGHbdxjqYEC8mWsy_Xz6PnJjiM7gzmYixrzFjskzeDIchbOjNELgW1foQ0OgKWoX6L7OW/s320/IMG_3739.JPG" /></div><div>His first stop! He wasn't so eager like this every time.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3eVfqu0aswt86opGlDtQBLyh7eP0MyDzMgJKKhEHBiqeh91VmU5Iapy4vnCk_nDBfYpjFyYYoGhyphenhyphenIBgvqa3IH-Cyk2T9xuu23e9ujjBl7N57jL8bCtgBQ29WpCo8dejjk4vfkXKB3k5UD/s320/IMG_3759.JPG" /></div><div>Eating candy...</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhauYz7UHakibWr8AcXdPsKscTNYVsymK43D8DNpcr4ny6yju5EW44D6qfpN_g1V8NSdw96SGY-RtiLIhjk1h4bmViipkFW1gSvmhW-WeVC87QTJaZ4f-SR2_zOdIgDMrq9yAoMU4_uyZ4c/s320/IMG_3774.JPG" /></div><div>This was what he liked doing most. :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs0MxLrUNKf90stZTKm1d8BXGDgWt1fo7TEGfhJDQf1jmOLYyFBptnYXDrI-n4KqOWEAIJiZtpk_Eb7zbwev4muwR02ALoaip7U2-x4s36hVp5a_CKfsbfZVAhYUYYM5m7gYhdPYeF9K__/s320/IMG_3776.JPG" /></div><div>Princess "Belle," she is really good at being a princess. :)</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMVH8rjvzt9cPsgSb7n-HZsYbT82B6pEBdEL_z3OSALAbkltHhnq1tPMSpI8EoSAuGAarYqmjF2HmxV0UpyE0V0PFeoHsZi04qpvG71f0H4qcFWdNt8QYw1kVbw-mdPxRAfSnriCR1Q6q8/s320/IMG_3751.JPG" /></div><div>Ready to go!</div>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715538761398975049noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992077490960594200.post-50453114257057815422009-10-29T08:18:00.000-07:002009-10-29T08:34:00.733-07:00Jonah's First Pumpkin Carve!Since fall, Jonah has noticed the "punkin's" everywhere we go, he loves them. He loves scouting them out and drawing them. So we decided to let him carve a pumpkin, or rather watch Dustin carve the pumpkin. :) Of course we did a "choo choo" and Jonah thinks it is the coolest thing ever! He wanted my knife when i was cutting the top off, so we gave him a plastic one, he wasn't tricked though. He enjoyed helping me dig the seeds out, though he did make a nasty face at first. His favorite part of all though, was putting it on the porch and putting a candle in it! Oh, and taking the lid off and on. :)<div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqtVdSsBX5w2rXYbLv8V2rU3F4wu4yUGQ9tsP26bTXK9gYaboCgB8SQluRDWKIMF6fwI5RViuFZqYnduCZX_IcReFFNdTOHGbtIwRd9kki1Rp675VtXc2FIi0n32khxQCUwLWipeUs4DrI/s320/IMG_3660.JPG" /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdrtJ5nmPvdyzV8aUybohjMax5yAzcY8GPzDpiUZL-H-B0lB4-2HrZUpltzzqBDfO17XXmMvF-NZCv5_mScoUOoUY_WteePg8HNyA_9TIjmzd3zMybJF210BH28vWhq6Kfv2jWH447wxYI/s320/IMG_3669.JPG" /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPLLfL9xQHX39pH41dy6Bq0RKMBFWlCXAZ1u2Z8M50rTpg0fw8RX94p6_fMTJGt_4uoOJN6XidSCfUNUTtEKvbxDhwPzHMlIqTlZiwb0CHZQ8TWwfbPA8zC3fsdsBSsbifFY9v_jJpYPyX/s320/IMG_3674.JPG" /></div><div>Hard at work</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq2WAnA4zLc5QMnnsCkqWLEivYst662i5Sn_CXCG0Bro4loLQzB0P9PQL-UaxbrBos9LEp4XUGqOI58CkA-Jq1CpiWv8hIQkQN8Bzpw9JB_wpkxbhS0yVdscQDdfy7dhHKpcqMYTPDpc-s/s320/IMG_3676.JPG" /></div><div>The finished product</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqsV99CJupjL3JckiN7Qes1ehbqT9-U0N7667j3xdsSIZzl15mvEoRCQSFdXuuP9IVC-UpBOj6zABq2IKUB_V0rgKZ_F0haNJ56rSWGvzmMHsOcSloOLdCZUuNQEAAO17OF-DgZ5Mk6mEt/s320/IMG_3680.JPG" /></div>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715538761398975049noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992077490960594200.post-77091289184513982562009-10-29T07:58:00.000-07:002009-10-29T08:18:11.614-07:00Pumpkin WalkWe went to the Pumpkin Walk this last weekend with Sara, Josh and their whole clan, Mars, and we even happened to run into Ann and Casey! There was a huge line to get inside, were still not sure why we stayed..But we did enjoy ourselves!<br /><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzFy5p5DJypSCk4o0s57kUzNnlRG-h-Lj_WSmJxzemiWKOoLWDVYBE8en3sMZd3aQH8MGUhQlUK-gehyphenhyphenwHjIwvXGoulLdQiuwLpDmdEjuqqRuwegjM-9budmp6533u3wrdAsjGZdTNjPAW/s320/IMG_3645.JPG" /></div><div>The girls were super excited about getting their pic with the witch! :) Jonah is busy watching the tiny pumpkin ride a tiny bicycle overhead.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxzGtkdl_FcwwmZhTZUdN6Et-2TAfAZPSr9BgKTfSOGpkqAIpw78q3NWkD06SDFxKK4Z5_0u6YczgdACb4FvXrLoeA_W3AJ5plaMxcF-ReRQGR7cs_USwjqcCZJZeZ31SvMIqb0STYyyh-/s1600-h/IMG_3636.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxzGtkdl_FcwwmZhTZUdN6Et-2TAfAZPSr9BgKTfSOGpkqAIpw78q3NWkD06SDFxKK4Z5_0u6YczgdACb4FvXrLoeA_W3AJ5plaMxcF-ReRQGR7cs_USwjqcCZJZeZ31SvMIqb0STYyyh-/s320/IMG_3636.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398037926397998914" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I figured I better put one picture of the pumpkins, this was pretty cute, Jolley Green Giant.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdRFcRE_N6PVOHj0G3PxC1uajEFcUbXpBFawyaFFB6JKIQLntiboNF7QkxdejWCI7V8ybmSjooO33PgXiIi_On1FcL3lgDRTPKTWIHsXzzaqJFhujIleAwIsSoefm1V_2o7gZNPRKWCPs-/s1600-h/IMG_3613.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdRFcRE_N6PVOHj0G3PxC1uajEFcUbXpBFawyaFFB6JKIQLntiboNF7QkxdejWCI7V8ybmSjooO33PgXiIi_On1FcL3lgDRTPKTWIHsXzzaqJFhujIleAwIsSoefm1V_2o7gZNPRKWCPs-/s320/IMG_3613.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398037578038228882" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>They had this for the kids to try on a Star Wars one. He was pretty proud of himself for hitting it.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvcJCaJrxaSqC6BTe_5UPFSvklALtae1W-nmrC4S0J9r33CI6UB8kk0bukDt-3dIfYLMjBX8XKeSemyVvPZeAOT1lYdrUcqZqkSAMOAL1XpXF99gigUwOhs9cFKWBnutslGL4s_STDC1p6/s320/IMG_3600.JPG" /></div><div>The walkway was lined with carved, lit pumpkins, and Jonah had to stop (like this) and look at each one. :) </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715538761398975049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992077490960594200.post-66207494123926072492009-10-20T17:06:00.001-07:002009-10-20T17:18:51.113-07:00Ann (What more could someone want?)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSWl1MzFJ_gWCu2rsEt49YdUTc69JYL5LHo1prYpcJAXAJXZQNScUADWBxgrKbmj8wXy6K1NtjCTgljMJjY9_Wt-XbsQacpHUpOFDWEW45p9MROVTHc_1W8uN9Zkrt6DFEm_owq4YnxHLp/s1600-h/ann3.jpg"><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/AVvXsEiSWl1MzFJ_gWCu2rsEt49YdUTc69JYL5LHo1prYpcJAXAJXZQNScUADWBxgrKbmj8wXy6K1NtjCTgljMJjY9_Wt-XbsQacpHUpOFDWEW45p9MROVTHc_1W8uN9Zkrt6DFEm_owq4YnxHLp/s320/ann3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394840770279466050" /></a>Ann is a great sister and all around gal.<div>We all love her to pieces.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6IwZD_ob1XUt2lBEyjqNvNsdx_Fd2cwT-UAqFr2g-SiQipCB88vBqxNBBpahNjGInr5kIun2xasZa0S3QVRadDpxhVRK45X6A-cQcciULqA54D4ZuyoI76kUazpncsGS7T_OBTFWGRFH6/s1600-h/ann2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6IwZD_ob1XUt2lBEyjqNvNsdx_Fd2cwT-UAqFr2g-SiQipCB88vBqxNBBpahNjGInr5kIun2xasZa0S3QVRadDpxhVRK45X6A-cQcciULqA54D4ZuyoI76kUazpncsGS7T_OBTFWGRFH6/s320/ann2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394840686481954866" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-mD1MQLFZ296i6Odv_oHTePm9hNzND1zpV2A7uOryNV3_KNepsLQ6KIR_mO1gSXX_r8di-uskifq9yrpyxxIhqaKnSBJXT3YnfzB2AacrQl7W6vi5rQD9IzzwKkJLhOg7e3VhPiAYuqci/s1600-h/ann1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-mD1MQLFZ296i6Odv_oHTePm9hNzND1zpV2A7uOryNV3_KNepsLQ6KIR_mO1gSXX_r8di-uskifq9yrpyxxIhqaKnSBJXT3YnfzB2AacrQl7W6vi5rQD9IzzwKkJLhOg7e3VhPiAYuqci/s320/ann1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394840581103232242" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Ek_Ws4oQ-7ytMOYeLLn6iP9Cc8UhP7eeWDKst5Yit6syTTOxuZ6th7xf2iC45u2A4IBURXgdxUxywt1FYdfpuK4uvZQ_9p1P0nBCABgYIbrLqmOFP10_1jJzc1CNq_kuVjM1MyD6h2XU/s1600-h/IMG_3515.JPG"><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/AVvXsEg0Ek_Ws4oQ-7ytMOYeLLn6iP9Cc8UhP7eeWDKst5Yit6syTTOxuZ6th7xf2iC45u2A4IBURXgdxUxywt1FYdfpuK4uvZQ_9p1P0nBCABgYIbrLqmOFP10_1jJzc1CNq_kuVjM1MyD6h2XU/s320/IMG_3515.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394838373956969890" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span>What exactly Ann means to all of us would be hard to some up in words. She is just terrific! She has a great smile, and personality to go along with it. When ever Ann is around people are just happy. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715538761398975049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992077490960594200.post-42382393121380948482009-10-12T15:05:00.001-07:002009-10-12T15:35:31.577-07:00American West Heritage CenterWe went to the American West Heritage Center on Saturday with our friends, Ben and Meagan and their kids, Andrew and Olivia. We had so much fun, there was so much to do, the train, animals to pet, a corn maze, a giant slide, a pony ride, and lots of tractors everywhere. Jonah is obsessed with "choo choo's," when he saw the train there, he was in heaven. We went on it several times, not enough for him of course. He was really excited to see the baby goats, they were half his size so he kept chasing them around grabbing at their tails. He kept calling them, " aminals!" Had we let him him walk through the corn maze I think we would have slept there, he wanted to stop and admire every stalk of corn. He loved the big slide, but had more fun when he went with dustin. Dustin did flips and all kinds of crazy stuff while holding him...scared me a little.<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSeJ_CsavbPxtslU2hrBMvyZzZMQplH389TglG2l2HSdQRmAIL7BCUOjLsVQd-bMnJKtOsH87c0ZYeQBJe1ybHOudbJVpSpk-AKrJoNcD6SU-rbWQFr4Cdw5qPLaF1-gRjcZOFXji7K083/s320/IMG_3523.JPG" /><br /><div>He saw Andrew hiding in the corn, so he coppied. :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpZ01ScDX436KXsnx6lAfa2B2Hp9bATLCnGYHAXVGQ8E74fjsII06R3i6mZ72ZB3_qbtjLr1MRQ3NKWj80W7Y6xv2wyOL20WKsuqCYOsnBScT_7Jks8a_PlpA0rCiVL38beih95lJj_oLt/s1600-h/IMG_3488.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpZ01ScDX436KXsnx6lAfa2B2Hp9bATLCnGYHAXVGQ8E74fjsII06R3i6mZ72ZB3_qbtjLr1MRQ3NKWj80W7Y6xv2wyOL20WKsuqCYOsnBScT_7Jks8a_PlpA0rCiVL38beih95lJj_oLt/s320/IMG_3488.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391838671873694226" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div><br /></div><div>Going for a Train ride, he really is beaming inside...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYCWwbjfICZLyEFQfN18BXeXi8-Nk1zVzVE_x1H2qlk7D-tt5KW62RZq7gUQh500yY370WXbp1Ukuvx5rc0RnMtPIc6FotEkGa97zce1micD57rl4r-zoNo97K4R0G-Meer3qs319sT-WN/s320/IMG_3503.JPG" /></div><div>Andrew and Jonah chasing the chickens.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZBk1YW8FLeu1l9XoJZzhxsS0VKQhpwDCmIRkd3xIhsDDPTZ2rkjl_6AAr0Z7TK2Nh9B7UH1wLXT4XFUyZKcWcrtbvSfcFIeQYMKNi8KxMSODcotC79YkI8IC-b7xqJ23FqMusmhuNyQUk/s320/IMG_3561.JPG" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Dustin and Jonah going down the slide</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhED-9dHdNNvx_Txu8TxhMTnzo_UYfOxDRnKTy0grI6YIJF4wblNCRTKJYTzbjTDEsh3lFTGzxRkD7XU8tOtHiar6JqUdHygpQktnsOLTszMeRTH1K9xxT_CVek9uw0IIzIGVhi7ckpot4r/s320/IMG_3584.JPG" /></div><div> </div><div>He liked petting the horse.</div></div></div></div></div>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715538761398975049noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992077490960594200.post-45753637325085919402009-09-17T09:21:00.000-07:002009-09-17T09:26:46.201-07:00Flight of the IndianToday I noticed a large Indian guy get up from his chair in my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">sociology</span> class. What was so significant was that he looked exactly like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Jemaine</span> from Flight of the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Concords</span>. No lie. Serious, the hair the face structure, the mouth, the glasses... Even the way he walked! The only thing I couldn't tell was about his teeth. But really. No lie, an EXACT duplicate just with darker more chocolaty skin.Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715538761398975049noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992077490960594200.post-19065686225867807402009-09-11T20:44:00.000-07:002009-09-11T21:01:01.816-07:00Going to bath myself!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgZ-fOMLhcky9Qc7DsONZpzr8fi6bg9TWq0oryfCjwfQFQ0TmziWeQRJs3u5r1rU3eON59l9RJjbv1u5SGBWS0eVFcIVOO7slu_e4l3pAsEVSQnhfDRATiJNtjsXHCbGD2YDzmVdrnko0U/s1600-h/IMG_3355.JPG"><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/AVvXsEhgZ-fOMLhcky9Qc7DsONZpzr8fi6bg9TWq0oryfCjwfQFQ0TmziWeQRJs3u5r1rU3eON59l9RJjbv1u5SGBWS0eVFcIVOO7slu_e4l3pAsEVSQnhfDRATiJNtjsXHCbGD2YDzmVdrnko0U/s320/IMG_3355.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380424083733183538" /></a>Jonah decided he wasn't going to wait for mom or dad to help into the tub. I got too quiet. I came back to check on him, and this was what I found. -Dustin<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715538761398975049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992077490960594200.post-68095207711935272542009-09-11T13:59:00.001-07:002009-09-11T14:35:23.413-07:00Squirrel Nut Zippers!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYUygIiJH50PS25xkWMlECiEILZhZw7YHVRQdEvFEomy441Bcj0Y-6Phkttw9NNatbCkz6wJvoW-xLbokfeysFiqegAr-zEMkQYi33znxjFQQVH7nIbWxg3gldGbEt6l4svK_fE5x-ohCb/s1600-h/nut+zipper.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYUygIiJH50PS25xkWMlECiEILZhZw7YHVRQdEvFEomy441Bcj0Y-6Phkttw9NNatbCkz6wJvoW-xLbokfeysFiqegAr-zEMkQYi33znxjFQQVH7nIbWxg3gldGbEt6l4svK_fE5x-ohCb/s320/nut+zipper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380317549897881906" /></a>Mandi gave me some of these candies the other day because they reminded her of me. I don't know why. Maybe because I ate a couple squirrels, or just because its a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ridiculous</span> name. In any case I got to thinking about the name and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">realized</span> that there is a ska band called "Squirrel Nut Zippers". So I thought that they must be named after these candies. They were <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">actually</span> named after moon shine. Nut zipper is a term used for moon shine in the south. In the 1920's a man got drunk and climbed into a tree. The police came and tried to talk him down but he would not come down. A newspaper asked why, and his reply was simply, "It must have been the nut zipper". The title of the article was, "SQUIRREL NUT ZIPPER". So out of curiosity I looked up the history of the candy. Squirrel Brand Company made this new candy in the 1920's and needed a name. The article caught the attention of the owner. See, both the candy company and the newspaper that printed the article are in Cambridge, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Massachusetts</span>. The article ran <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">during</span> the same time the company was looking for a name. Nut Zipper's are now owned by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">NECCO</span>. -DustinAbbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715538761398975049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992077490960594200.post-58958798055709170362009-09-10T10:13:00.000-07:002009-09-11T14:12:36.164-07:00What would I do?What would I do with out Abby and Jonah? Really though. When Abby leaves to Salt Lake City or I'm just not around I get so lonely. Just from one night! Abby went to Slat Lake yesterday. Last night when I went to bed I saw that some of Jonah's PJ's where left on our bed. So what do I do? I sleep with them next to my face because they smell like Jonah. Sometimes, like any one I wonder how I would survive if they were taken from me. This is why I'm sure they won't be. Because I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">don't</span> think I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">would</span> survive. I love them so much. It will be nice to have all of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">lives</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">in perfections</span> gone so that we can devote all our <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">self's</span> to loving each other. Not having to worry about everything else.Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715538761398975049noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992077490960594200.post-13258581378734887582009-09-05T20:25:00.000-07:002009-09-05T20:59:34.388-07:00I love my wife.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo5t-V1-SAOpXuBU5Wwr5DvYEfOdIv4SznQ1graruH5nnvbce45qsC9Y5Z_Z8B2iyeJni0IHaOzZnP2ifRAHw4pX3HwtiD4Vz1qdQ0pwP58_J-FpcuWRaE3-hn_xZcKzFu22CBB5_YPSS5/s1600-h/IMG_3302.JPG"><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/AVvXsEgo5t-V1-SAOpXuBU5Wwr5DvYEfOdIv4SznQ1graruH5nnvbce45qsC9Y5Z_Z8B2iyeJni0IHaOzZnP2ifRAHw4pX3HwtiD4Vz1qdQ0pwP58_J-FpcuWRaE3-hn_xZcKzFu22CBB5_YPSS5/s320/IMG_3302.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378199058076387602" /></a><br />Abby and I came up to Boise today to see Emily her sister, get her endowments taken out. Everytime we are in a Temple session I get overwelmed with how pretty she is. I feel so lucky to be married to such a sweet, and beuatiful women. It's hard to not just stare at her the whole time. Today I was just very happy to be there with her. I love her a lot. I was watching her and she just glowed. Sometimes I just look at her and get happy. She is a good wife and mother. Jonah and I are blessed.Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715538761398975049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992077490960594200.post-6103329312286990312009-09-02T18:20:00.001-07:002009-09-02T19:02:15.335-07:00My little ball of curiosity<div>Jonah is now 19 months old, but has the attitude of a 2 and a half year old. He recently started going to nursery and learned that to get what he wants he just has to scream NO really loud while clenching his fists and making his whole body tremble. What happened to my sweet baby? Hes still there sometimes like when he wakes up in the morning and wants to cuddle, or when he wants me to read him books and he comes and sits in my lap. Unfortunately, I Mostly see the "I have gone bonkers" side. :) He is so curious about everything, he wants to know what everything is, what it's called, what it does and then he studies how it works. I hear this about 40 times a day, "Mama, what this?" We have lots of fun, and some days spend lots of time in time out...</div><div><div><div><br /></div><div>His favorite thing to do right now is to ride his "bike." Its an old worn out Tricycle we got at a garage sale for a couple bucks. His legs are about a foot and a half to short to reach the peddles, so he uses his feet as peddles, and goes pretty fast, and has also mastered the steering. He watches all the neighbor kids ride their bikes and envies them by saying "WOW! Look Mama, bike." He is Also obsessed with trucks, or "bucks" as he says. He can spot one out of nowhere. He is also great at spotting Jeeps (since he loves Grandpa's) he even spots the Cherokees which don't really even look like a Jeep. He is all boy. His other favorite is to wrestle with Daddy when he gets home from work/School. He giggles and giggles and says, "gin, gin" (again) He is very much like a sponge right now and reemembers everything we tell him, everything he hears, whether we want him to or not... We love him so much, the tantrums and all.</div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbSD86bQkvoiJYt_XX_xpJid7SLCdOLgwVsx0vDUKTSCbxUDtmBAsdYO1QoYRqEu_qEwMSk2JOlye2hwI65pg-hw9CobE5TLJu7hAMxxSENuN-fCvgkpiUq8Ty307L0vjdOxQaQPz5cdeZ/s1600-h/0203081258a.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbSD86bQkvoiJYt_XX_xpJid7SLCdOLgwVsx0vDUKTSCbxUDtmBAsdYO1QoYRqEu_qEwMSk2JOlye2hwI65pg-hw9CobE5TLJu7hAMxxSENuN-fCvgkpiUq8Ty307L0vjdOxQaQPz5cdeZ/s320/0203081258a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377052321926559410" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Its hard to believe how fast he went from this...<br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH44AaMZggX68yU55fsXKL8XKj2b9RvozONgniyrZYzk18H_b_aQ0-U86XM66raDqvyyATYuPjFZheJEKUD3-iDOQTEVw0HWonyJHIaXl5WO8dwiYP6Pig2vimlEjYC5PQi3km7SYBxKhD/s1600-h/0309081428.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH44AaMZggX68yU55fsXKL8XKj2b9RvozONgniyrZYzk18H_b_aQ0-U86XM66raDqvyyATYuPjFZheJEKUD3-iDOQTEVw0HWonyJHIaXl5WO8dwiYP6Pig2vimlEjYC5PQi3km7SYBxKhD/s320/0309081428.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377053212516880610" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>To this...<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkYUFDK-7VwZDYQGtrwa15tppYDGzDop5yEprHVPQKJTWycQU1tQutzZEUUEcWCqsWakdo10PoCjgIK75ZwzfM_18HJEM2mhr1YN1nlN-johhQ6IbvvVGBPAXTHvFKoZBbfJZGeBxU9ZBK/s1600-h/0731090941a.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkYUFDK-7VwZDYQGtrwa15tppYDGzDop5yEprHVPQKJTWycQU1tQutzZEUUEcWCqsWakdo10PoCjgIK75ZwzfM_18HJEM2mhr1YN1nlN-johhQ6IbvvVGBPAXTHvFKoZBbfJZGeBxU9ZBK/s320/0731090941a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377053874498090722" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>To this...<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><br /><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div> </div>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715538761398975049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992077490960594200.post-4931627040679528332009-08-30T21:00:00.000-07:002009-08-30T21:15:01.421-07:00Just washing my balls.<div>I have been teaching Jonah the importance of washing his balls. It seems he's getting it.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFLRtOSC00wDkKH0bMAzDADcVFKmMsgIUUh4Y2zzErg7DHeF8CvRop-A-R2g528qis1iGRR02M8ySx2iXWG02nzRH1SeXazO5sfiD3O-hOg2c6OmDBXgYI80KQ3Dau1dAXqjnb_t2uw3jS/s1600-h/IMG_3242.JPG"><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/AVvXsEjFLRtOSC00wDkKH0bMAzDADcVFKmMsgIUUh4Y2zzErg7DHeF8CvRop-A-R2g528qis1iGRR02M8ySx2iXWG02nzRH1SeXazO5sfiD3O-hOg2c6OmDBXgYI80KQ3Dau1dAXqjnb_t2uw3jS/s320/IMG_3242.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375976254132320098" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><br /></div></div></div>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03715538761398975049noreply@blogger.com0