tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356079362024-03-05T08:41:31.197-08:00Live~Laugh~LoveUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger103125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35607936.post-21233028430949630282011-10-07T10:20:00.000-07:002014-01-27T10:42:43.155-08:00Cancer...<div align="justify">
I wish the title to this blog post was about my Zodiac Sign, but it is not. As you can guess, I have put off this blog post since the end of July...July 21st 2011, is when this roller coaster started, and sometimes I wonder how I even got on the ride.<br />I guess I'll just start from the beginning. Bare with me...I am sure I'll ramble and this will not be short. I want to write all that I remembered and felt until now:<br />At the end of July Kris was sent to work in Rifle Colorado for three weeks. Kris was there for only three days when I got a call at the Office, Motel phone. Kris said, "You want to go on a vacation?" I said, "Can you hold for a minute...a customer's is coming into the office." So I put Kris on hold. After I was done helping the customer Kris had already hung up. I tried calling him back, but he did not answer. He then called me back a few minutes later. He said again:</div>
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<br /><strong>Kris: "Would you like to go on a little vacation fairly soon?" </strong></div>
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<strong>(Kris loves vacations and plans/thinks of new ones all the time...keeps him motivated to work...ahhaa)</strong></div>
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<strong>Me: "Umm... well, I guess??" </strong></div>
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<strong>Kris: "Well, I need someone to come meet me in Salt Lake." </strong></div>
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<strong>Me: "Why?"</strong><br />
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<strong>Kris: "I'm here at the Hospital in Rifle and they found a Tumor." </strong><br />
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<strong>Me: "What? Shut up....quit lying. What's going on?" </strong><br />
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<strong>Kris: "No really...they're going to be sending me to the U of U hospital." </strong></div>
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So...I of coarse started crying, and thought "Is this REALLY happening?" Kris started to have eye irritation before he took off to Colorado, the Sunday before he left. They just felt red and 'swollen'. Well, earlier that day, before he knew what was wrong with him, he had me call his eye doctor in Rock Springs; which he told Kris to find a eye doctor down there ASAP. All Kris told me at the time was his eyes were really bugging him--but I found out that he had DOUBLE VISION from 11am and it never went away after that. Just cross your eyes and that's what Kris was seeing the whole time.</div>
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He found an eye Doctor...and got him in. He looked at Kris and said that it had nothing to do with the eyes, and that it was something Neurological, so he was then sent to the ER. Kris had a MRI and they found a tumor/mass. They were not quite sure of the placement, size and such, but there was definitely a tumor.</div>
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Kris was then supposed to get on Life Flight, but it was taken, so he had a fun 6 hour Ambulance drive to the U of U Hospital. </div>
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Kris's parents and I then headed to SLC to meet Kris. Kris's sisters and my dad took over with the kids and the Motel. It was a little overwhelming. It was not the funnest of drives to think about all the "ifs" "ands", etc. It is just one of those things. You can't help but think of the worst...but even though having all these thoughts come in my head, I NEVER had a bad feeling. I was calm, quiet, and just wanted to figure out what was going on with my husband.</div>
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This was especially hard to take in because Kris has had NOTHING wrong with him health wise other than common colds/flu; which he didn't get that often. He was so healthy. Never complained about any pain/sickness at all. I have never had to take him to the hospital for anything. So this was all new...and too much at times.</div>
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He finally got to the hospital at 3am. We then waited in the ER, he had another MRI, and they confirmed there was a tumor. They showed us what it looked like. It was 3 inches long, and 2 inches thick. So, it wasn't small by any means. It was on the right side at the base of his skull going from his neck and then up putting pressure on his brain, and the nerves all around there; which it was affecting the optic nerve due to Kris's double vision.</div>
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Kris then was moved into the NCCU into a room there to find out the next step. A billion doctors and nurses in and out for two days. Kris was fine, other than double vision, so he wasn't really in any pain or anything. It was just a "hurry up and wait" kind of thing. They told us it could either be two things. Both were either non-cancerous or Cancer. Never a word you want to hear, but Dr. Hunt pretty much knew what it was because of the placement, but of coarse wanted to make sure. Kris was then sent home to have to come back the next week for a Biopsy surgery.</div>
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His Biopsy surgery was done on July 27th 2011 at the Huntsman Cancer Center, by Dr. Jason Hunt. That surgery they entered through his nose to get a piece of the tumor to then send it to the lab to find out what it was. That surgery was 5 hours long. I'm not gonna lie. I was nervous. Kris's parents, and two sister's, and brother in law were waiting for it to be over. I got a call on my cell phone from Dr. Hunt telling me that it went well, he was in the process of waking up, and he wanted to talk to me/us. I then got the worst feeling in my gut...that I almost puked. I just knew that he was not going to give us the best of news. So we all went into a little family/meeting room...</div>
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<br /><span style="font-size: 130%;"><strong><em>I hated this moment, it really made me sick to my stomach</em></strong></span></div>
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Dr. Hunt told us that he was pretty sure it was a Sarcoma, and the lab will determine what kind. The piece he took out did look like it had Cancer cells by just looking at it, but again, lab will make sure. We were all silent of coarse, and I'm sure Dr. Hunt hates giving these talks. We were all pretty quiet, and I started tearing up...I couldn't hold it back anymore. He said, "This is pretty serious. Could be life threatening, and we need to think of the quality of life." So, yeah, of coarse the thought of losing my husband came to my mind... the "I am going to lose my husband and my kids are not going to have a dad." Not the most pleasant thoughts, and I wouldn't wish that hurt upon anyone. I hated thinking that. <strong>It was HORRIBLE!!</strong></div>
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We then asked what the next plans were and what about his double vision, if he would see normal again, or??? Dr. Hunt said, "We don't know for sure what the tumor has damage, but most of the time if it has affected it now, it probably has damaged his eye sight in some way.' Then another thought came to my mind, it may sound silly to some of you, but I felt horrible thinking that Kris could never go hunting again. If he can't see, he can't shoot. This is Kris's life. His hobby. He is an amazing hunter. He loves the outdoors and the sport of hunting makes him look forward to things and keeps him motivated. That broke my heart again. It would really make Kris depressed if he couldn't Bow Hunt/Rifle Hunt like he used to.</div>
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Then Dr. Hunt said that he was going to do whatever it takes to take care of this. That Kris is young and healthy, and has a good attitude with a lot of support which will help him recover quicker and more than expected. He asked how Kris was taking all of this so far, and we all said "He jokes about it." Dr. Hunt was happy to hear that because your attitude and outlook really do affect your health; which I am very grateful for Kris and his attitude. Dr. Hunt got up and put his hand out to shake mine, we shook, but then he pulled me in and gave me a hug. He then gave everyone else in the room a hand shake and said he'll have someone come get us when Kris is awake enough to go back and see him.</div>
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So, we sat in this little family room/meeting room area in silence...hearing each others 'sniffles' and wiping our own tears. Even though it was silent, it was LOUD because you knew every one's minds were going 100mph with what we were just told.</div>
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A nurse came and got me and Kris's parents and we went back to see him. I of coarse started <strong>BAWLING</strong> when I saw Kris laying on the hospital bed, half out of it, and yes--I thought "Am I going to lose my husband?!" I leaned forward and kissed his forehead, I didn't want to let go. This was horrible to feel and go through...</div>
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While we were waiting for him to wake up more he could hear us "sniffling". Kris looked over at me and said, "Stop crying, I'm fine." I then said, "I'm not crying." Then he looked at his mom and said "You too!" She said she wasn't crying either...ahhaa. Kris knew better of coarse. He said, "Even though I can't see you because I'm not wearing my contacts, both of your faces are red. Stop it." Then he said a while later, "If you're going to keep crying you're going to lose your privilege to be back here with me." haha... STINKER! He always tries to make you laugh. But it was just hard to hear what the doctor said and then go in there with a straight face...<strong>TOO MUCH!!</strong> I couldn't quit crying so I excused myself, lied and said I needed to go the the rest room. I got in there and I started BAWLING. I had to let it out. I looked in the mirror and leaned over the sink and repeated over and over again to Heavenly Father "<strong>Why? Why? Why?!!!! I don't want to do this. I do not want to lose my husband. What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to think/feel?" </strong>(I hope no one was outside of the bathroom door, because I'm sure I sounded like I lost it completely) I took a deep breath and I was just silenced and stopped crying. I had a warm feeling run through my body that just calmed me immediately. I then knew this is how I am supposed to feel. I knew then we had a long road ahead of us, but I was to be calm and have no worries. I have to keep reminding me of that moment.</div>
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I went back in with Kris and his parents. He was even more awake. Though I was still sad for Kris and I hated seeing him like this, I was much calmer.</div>
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We then headed home from SLC. Kris healed pretty quickly with that surgery. Took him about a week for his nose to not be so sore and his neck/head where they took a piece from the tumor. </div>
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It was the longest wait of our lives at that moment to get a call on August 1st, from Dr. Hunt with the diagnosis. I answered and he told asked to talk to Kris. He talked to Kris and told him that it is Cancer, and it was stage 2, called <strong><em>Chondrosarcoma</em></strong>. This cancer is rare. This cancer is not very known. This cancer is a form a cartilage that turns into cancer. It is a cancer that the average age is 65 years or older. Mostly common in Male gender. Most people do not even know it is there until they either come into the doctor for another reason. It is mostly common in joints in the knee or arm. The next step usually is to amputate. It can be found in the Base of the Skull; which is the most rare and dangerous. The average survival is up to 7 years(of coarse take in mind the average age in 65 or older). You can say we searched the Internet plenty on this. Even though reading the average age, the average survival for years still didn't settle well. But I know this did not mean my Kris.</div>
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Dr. Hunt was going to meet with two more doctors. Dr. Cauldwell, the top Neuro surgeon, world renowned. Then Dr. S(my mind just totally went blank), ear doctor... to determine what the next step would be. All three were going to play major rolls. I could just tell what Dr. Hunt told Kris on the phone by the tone of his voice. He walked over to me and said, "I'll tell you if you don't cry." I said,"What did he say?" I was already tearing up because I could tell by his voice it was not good... He said, "It is Cancer." I of coarse teared up more...and Kris said, "I told you not to cry." I said, "Well, I'm sorry. I can't help it. Why is this happening again? I do not remember signing up for this?" Kris then said, "We said we would follow Heavenly Father, and here we are. Sometimes things don't really happen for a certain reason, but there is always something to learn. We aren't here to go through nothing. Everyone has their own things, I guess mine is Cancer." Sorry if I sound negative here but I said, "Well, this is NOT FUN!!!" </div>
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Declan saw me crying, of coarse not knowing what was wrong. He came over and put his arm around my shoulder and said, "What's wrong mom?" I said, "Oh, I'm just worried about your daddy. I just hope he is okay." He said, "Don't worry Mom. Dad is going to be okay." :( Talk about heart wrenching!! What is more pure than a child?? Nothing. I truly think Declan is aware of what is going on in his own way, and he is always positive and reassures me with a hug and kiss. I am so blessed with this sweet little boy that is in our lives.</div>
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We have been getting many out-pour of love, concern, prayers from everyone. From Facebook, to this blog, to my email, texting, calls, church, being put on many Temple Prayer Lists in many different Temples all over, and face-to-face... It has been overwhelming to say the least. Everyone all around, family and friends, have really pulled together with each others faith and testimonies to bless us during this trial. We even had a family/friend/Ward/Stake Fasting for Kris. I know without a doubt it has blessed us and answered our prayers. <strong>The next day</strong> after the big Fast we got a call from Dr. Hunt saying he has been out of town and one of the Conferences was on Sarcoma Cancers. He met with many Dr's from around the world and he just happened to have Kris's file in his case still when he shouldn't have had it, it should have been back in Utah in the file area. They talked about Kris the whole time. They then decided what would be best for Kris. He was to have surgery first to remove as much as possible, then to have a new Radiation called Proton that has a very high success rate on this type of Cancer. Talk about relief!!! Talk about the <strong>Power in Fasting!!!</strong> It was answered!! We knew what was next and we knew what was best for Kris.</div>
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Kris then had surgery on August 19th 2011 at the U of U Hospital. He was taken back at 7am...it was anticipated to be a 12 to 14 hour surgery. Kris's parents, and sister's, and brother in law were there with me. It was a long day... but we knew Kris was in good hands. I can honestly say I was calm, I was content, I was not worried... I was just hoping that they would get as much as possible out, more than they even thought/planned on. I was more nervous for the after math of the surgery. The healing. Seeing him in a hospital bed with tubes and wires. We had a few visitors from my family to Kris's family and friends that day to keep us occupied. I thank them for that. Plus thankful for the many text and calls during the day as well from everyone.</div>
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We waited and waited...we would get calls every 2 hours from the nurse back in the O.R. to let us know how things were going. Every call was good news...one wasn't the best, but it was not horrible. They had to remove Kris's entire inner right ear to be able to access the tumor better. We were already told the day before, that this would most likely happen. So Kris no longer has hearing in his right ear at all, and never will. It was getting pretty late and the surgery was almost over. Kris's parents realized that he was going to be pretty out of it right after surgery and not even know they were there, so they were going to go the Motel to get some rest and would be up early in the morning.</div>
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So I was moved to another waiting room for him to be moved into the NCCU to his room. It was a bit nerve wracking wondering what he would look like, how he was doing... I finally saw him being rolled back to the room and saw a full set of hair poking out of the rest of his head that was completely wrapped :) It made me giggle a little because he has so much hair, I figured they would have shaved all of it off, but they only shaved where they cut. His incision went from the Right Temple and did a huge 'C' looking cut clear down under his jaw. Not a small cut at all.</div>
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I went back there...and I was surprised I didn't cry...but I was not happy to see him like this. He was slowly waking up. Couldn't talk. Just shook his head at me. Would open his eyes every once in awhile, and was making 'snoring' noises because he would fall asleep in and out all the time. I just held his hand and kept kissing his hand. I didn't want to sleep, I couldn't sleep. I stood by him the whole time. He started to wake up more and was even talking to me later on. He did not want to go back to sleep either and didn't want me to leave his side as well.</div>
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<img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD4VIVsHkNS0yTaTTBd-HeaAnLczTUKEPciwA6LFFfytpGwu4eNe4hCDBVksVsMbUcCUlW1bBinUzyfLvXVTYjBDS8zl36niuGVWNKcwAxkvwtLTCnsWb4xC4RV6YhfhyQ9JFmuw/s320/0820111029a.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660801634297536914" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" />He got pretty nauseous from being under so long... he was under for a total of 15 hours to be exact. So, was not a minor surgery at all. But, since he was nauseous he actually started throwing up and choking :/ I had to hurry and push the button to prop him up and hit the nurse button when he was throwing up, but he still choked quite a bit. It scared me. I started crying because he actually stopped breathing for a moment. I called the nurse in, and I said "he's choking on his throw up" he said "okay" and walked away for something. I said "Get back in here! He is going to stop breathing. I can't do this. Please help!" I got mad at the nurse guy. I said, "Sorry I yelled, but I am trying to keep it together, trying to stay calm. He just got out of surgery. You guys need to keep an eye on him. I shouldn't have to take care of him RIGHT after a 15 hour surgery" :( They cleared his air way and put those little nose tubes for oxygen on him. You can guess I didn't sleep at all. Period. Wasn't even going to attempt to. It scared me to death.<img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-nKOO9AIC3D0sywdAYZzHpS4sUJZNmeKdHlgRMhLuQvoXVBCydnQB7cgfwqK3HJ8DuRB-DAnko6aLdASlH_kqFhkcg3gyV995ihMXWR_p7PN4kuN_daszySsCZYGu5pW1APoMEQ/s320/0820111029.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660801635272167458" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></div>
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Before I knew it his parents and sister came up...They told me to go to their Motel room for a nap and rest. I did go, but I just took a shower and went right back up. That first night scared me to death. I have never seen Kris so scared and to see him stop breathing made it worse.</div>
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<span style="color: black;">After everyone left and went to rest for the night, I noticed Kris was not breathing normal at all. Even if I was being there by his side the whole time. Taking a tube to suck out his mucus in his throat that he could not swallow... He was no longer breathing through his nose. It was all throat and it just sounded horrible. It was like a horrible snore/gurgle. I pointed it out to the nurse and he agreed that it sounded like he was working extra hard to breath. He called in a few doctors. They then decided that night/morning at 4am that they were going to take him back to the O.R. to hopefully put him back on the ventilator or if his throat happens to be too swollen for that, they would have to do an emergency <strong><em>tracheotomy.</em></strong> I got overwhelmed and I felt horrible for Kris. I started crying and one nurse came up to me and put her arm around me and told me it was going to be okay and that she was sorry I had to see this. So I had to sign a thing before they took him back if they did have to do the tracheotomy. I sat on the couch and just bawled. I was tired, but not, and I just did not want this to happen...then two main doctors had to reassure me as well. It is not that I had a bad feeling. It was just another set back, and another physical trial Kris had to go through, and that I had to see him go through this. It broke my heart.</span></div>
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He came back about 30 minutes later with the ventilator down his throat. That was not a pretty sight either, but way better than a tracheotomy. <img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieAgcM01Q1OgPIWM_DABaCBaGrP7IKe6vdNhZxjcR2nZFBCzPucYQ8iWeSLkfmq3lP85Dxpa5dAMGjhfZ4NobhdkpAnyLLroPX3cGnRQAXAVpqHsQxDroSjo042QuSeWTiFM3HvA/s320/0821111302.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660801632294300546" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></div>
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Kris was on the ventilator for two more days...but those two days with it in there was not easy for him or us to see. He actually on the second day pulled it out...TWICE!!! One time it was when we all left to go eat. We told the nurse we were leaving and no one was going to be in there...have in mind that Kris has been tied down-literally- since he had the ventilator put in because young men are known to pull the tubes out. Well, it happened the first time while we were gone. So they had to put in another one.</div>
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Well, after hearing this news, I went back. I was standing beside him holding his hand. The strong-TURD started going for it AGAIN!! I was pushing down his hand as hard as I could, but he still managed to pull some of it out--With me pushing down and him still being tied up!! I kept yelling "Kris stop!!" He looked at me straight in the eye and I knew he was just fed-up and ready to be done with this. After this second attempt they had to put these gloves on both of his hands. They were literally like boxing gloves, but white and softer...still being tied down...so he can't do it again, so he can't grab. Doctors heard of his naughty-ness. They said, "I guess he wants it out. It came out so easily the first time...that's a good sign that his throat swelling has gone down." HAHAHA... I guess there's a plust to everything??? So needless to say the next morning they pulled the tube out. </div>
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It was pretty exciting to have them take it out, because I'm sure it was horrible to have in. They took it out while Kris's parents, sister, and myself were all in the room. They told him to cough, he did. They told him to say yes...he shook his head...they said "SAY YES" He screamed YES! Best sound ever. It brought tears to my eyes. Then he grabbed my hand, he started to get tears in his eyes and said "Don't leave me." :( All of this was pretty overwhelming for all of us, and from then on he wanted to make sure someone was always in the room with him; which someone always was.</div>
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From then on everyday was an improvement. The day after he was attempted his first walk with therapist by his sides. He got up out of his bed just fine, but he got in the door way, turned around got REALLY dizzy, turned white as snow, and passed out. They said that is to be expected with a brain surgery, and especially them taking his inner ear out; messed with his equalibrium. I teared up seeing him pass out. I am not gonna lie--He looked horrible. He was soooo skinny!!! I mean, he's already skinny, but he started at 155 the day before surgery..and by this time he already was in the low 140's. </div>
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But from then on every therapy walk was better and better. It went from having people on his side...to a walker with therapist...to a walker by himself...to walking by himself. He amazed everyone and it happend so quick. I was so proud.<img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSZI4n4x_ialfYoHcbkV3ZG6SUeAAxadLYqlKaJvvJs9s4MTvoyyj953dTJJITUZaeaTv6ycPvOJoy1Qo-bXSgPlJENlJ1vTGXk-BWl85kA7HrK0BDlq2IPb_n1WxvcgpFNkFXuQ/s320/downsized950825111114.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660801607333797298" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /></div>
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He was in the NCCU from the 19th, Friday to the 24th. From the 24th to the night of the 26th he was in the Accute Care Unit, a calmer floor/room. Then the night of the 26th he was already ready to moved to Rehab. </div>
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Rehab was pretty depressing actually. It was in the older part of the U of U. The room was smaller and it just felt 'dark', not much light and not as 'open'. Since he was moved in when the weekend started, his therapy didn't start til' Monday. They had him do some mental evaluation. They had him do some physical excersises to see where he was at. Then later on some speech thearapy. There were a lot of people there, and a lot who were in more physical/mental trials then Kris. It made me feel grateful, and made me realize things could always be worse, and to be grateful for what we have.</div>
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The major trial Kris had, and why he wasn't sent home already was because he literally couldn't swallow. He couldn't even swallow his own spit without choking and feeling like he was drowning. So overwhelming for him it would have panic attacks. It was very hard to see him go through this. You do not realize the little things until they are gone. Think about it. Take a swallow. Seems easy right? But with Kris's surgery, where the tumor was, the doctor's having to move nerves, causing swelling, he just lost that motor skill.</div>
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Kris worked so hard to get this back. It was our main focus to even be in rehab. Kris was getting pretty frustrated with himself. He was pretty down on himself and this whole situation for the first time. Kris does not express his feelings often, or at all for that matter. He was so upset that he actually cried. I have NEVER seen Kris cry for anything. I was shocked and did not know how to take it. I went blank. He said, "This has really been horrible. I never realized it would be this hard. The first night after surgery I thought I was dead. You were gone doing something. I couldn't talk. I thought I was dead because no one was checking on me, and no one could hear me. It was the worst feeling I ever had. I thought I was gone." I started crying...because he kept giving me lectures everyday before this "You can't cry until I cry." I honestly never thought the day would come for me to see him cry like this. I do not want to see it again. He cried for quite awhile and he said "I think the tumor was blocking my emotions, and it is letting all the years that have built up out right now." ahahha!!! Always makes a laugh out of everything.<br />
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Then after working so hard, and telling him he could do it and it was going to happen, just would take time...it happend. The speech therapyst was great and showed him some tricks and gave him confidence. From then on he was eating like a champ. He was happy again.<br />
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With all this improvement and him eating it was time to go home. You heal faster at home anyways...and it was time to be back with our boys. We headed home the morning of September 1st. He was one day shy of being in the hospital for a total of 2 weeks. This was nothing short of anything other than a Miracle.<br />
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The surgery alone is proof that the Priesthood Blessings , Prayer, Faith, Fasting was heard and answered. He was walking. He was talking. He was swallowing. He was healing more and more everyday to be back to the Kris we know and love. Where the tumor was located was scary enough alone if I ponder about it. It was located by all the nerves on the right side of his neck, at the base of the skull and was entering his brain. They had to removed it on his jugular, VERY TOUCHY, VERY SCARY. They had to CUT into his skull and had to go into his brain sack to remove some of the tumor. They had to remove it touching his tongue nerve, his facial nerve, his swallowing nerve, his eye nerve. It was in a DANGEROUS spot.<br />
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Kris's permanent side affect is his hearing of coarse... but it also did affect his facial nerve causing some paralysis. They expect that to come back by 6 months or more, and it is. He just has to really focus on closing his right eye. Then when he talks only the left side of his face moves. So when you see him smile, it's a half smile :) And when he puckers up for a kiss only his left side kisses :) Then to top it off his double vision went away COMPLETELY. He is wearing glasses until his eye closes better, but he says his vision is back to normal. I am so happy to hear this!! He is a little weak/shakey, and gets tired easy, but even that is getting better and better.<br />
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Since being home he has been eating non-stop, and it has been great to see him get back to where he was. From September 1st, he went home at high 130's, to his appointments on September 20th he was 167!! haha... He said, "I think I've lost my button where I feel full, because I never feel full anymore." He definitely showed that when we ate at Red Lobster that night and he ate Soup, Salad, 80 shrimp, bread, pasta...I love it. He needs it. He is healthy and active. He's always been a eater.<br />
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We were told at those pre-op appointments by his Cancer doctor, Dr. Hunt, that Proton Radiation would be the next step and best option. Though they have removed all visible parts of the tumor, they want to make sure this is under control and do all they can for it to not grow back. He recommended Boston. <br />
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Kris and I flew out to Boston on Saturday, October 1st, and this is where I am writing this whole thing. In Boston, at the Hotel. We have met with 2 doctors here, and it sounds like they think this is the best thing to do as well. We are actually flying back home tomorrow, and Kris will come back in three weeks(something like that) for the Proton Radiation Treatment. Insurance has to clear, and they have to get things ready. It has been overwhelming to plan, get ready, get tossed around doctor to doctor...and crazy to think we're actually in Boston to further help Kris. His treatment will most likely be 6 weeks, 5 days a week, and it only takes 15 minutes each time. Pretty crazy. The reason for this radiation is because it does not go through the whole body. It just focuses on THE SPOT/AREA; which is best for this touchy area. His side affects are: Tired, Sun burn affect in that area, and he will lose his hair in only that area. He shouldn't be nauseous/sick, which is a huge plus.<br />
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I just want to let you all know(if you are reading this or not) that I am truly thankful for YOU ALL. This whole thing has opened my eyes and heart. You never know what life will bring you. I would lie if I say I have been positive the whole time. I have had my moments(mostly in my own head and to myself), but I keep being brought back to realize why we are here on earth. We are giving a body, given a life, given talents, traits, given the choice to take what life throws at you and how you take it. I know my Heavenly Father has heard me, and has been by my side. I know I have been carried when I did not want to wake up...or speak... I know the spirit has calmed me and has made me realize that I need to <em>Trust myself</em>, and I need to know that I am a daughter of God and I need to turn to him more often. I know my prayers and prayers from others have TRULY helped us get through this. There is no doubt in my mind. <br />
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I have been given many blessing from Kris that have given me comfort. Kris has had blessings. His parents have had blessings. All of them have left us with a good spirit and a good feeling of outcome. My brother Chase was actually out in Green River right before the surgery. He came out from New York for a few to visit with all of the family. I felt an impression as we were saying goodbye, and I asked him to give me a blessing. He of coarse said "Yes." One part that sticks out most in the blessing was "You will be the closest you have ever been to your Heavenly Father during this time..." I know I have. It feels wonderful. I feel like I lost myself there for a bit. I have learned so much...I have experienced so much... I pray I never forget.<br />
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The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints is the true church here on earth. It has all the keys for us to return to our Father in Heaven. It has a True and Living Prophet who leads and guides us during these times. I am grateful I have it. I am grateful for the knowledge that I have, and that I keep learning and growing from life--even if it seems too much. I know Kris is here today because of the blessings and testimonies of all of you. I am grateful for your prayers. I am thankful for you and your Faith. I thank my Heavenly Father, I thank my Savior, and I'm grateful for the Holy Ghost that continues to be with me even when I am not aware or listening to the still small voice.<br />
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Something really hit hard, I think my sister told me this about a month ago that she heard from Church one Sunday... <br />
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<em>Heavenly Father WANTS to hear from you. WANTS to hear your thoughts, concerns, what you are going through EVERYDAY. Good or Bad. Just like our earthly Father. Just imagine walking into your house, having your Dad standing there, and you just walking by him and not saying a word to him. How would that make him feel? Heavenly Father is waiting for you to talk to him. He wants to hear from you.</em></div>
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I know He has heard me...<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD4VIVsHkNS0yTaTTBd-HeaAnLczTUKEPciwA6LFFfytpGwu4eNe4hCDBVksVsMbUcCUlW1bBinUzyfLvXVTYjBDS8zl36niuGVWNKcwAxkvwtLTCnsWb4xC4RV6YhfhyQ9JFmuw/s1600/0820111029a.jpg"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">A little Slice of Dez and Geoff</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35607936.post-80642128637646150292011-08-26T20:48:00.001-07:002011-08-26T21:59:11.774-07:00Liam Archer Mullins<div align="left">I have neglected this post for...oh... almost 2 months now. My sweet-sweet Liam turned ONE on July 6th!! Almost hard to believe. It's amazing how much your second child's progress, mile stones, their life flies more than the first...but I just wanted to write a little something of </div>
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<br /><div align="center">I was expecting a daughter before he came into this world, but I could never be happier than with the son I was given. He was 7 lbs. 7 oz. and 21 inches long, 2 weeks early. My water broke at 2:30am getting back onto my bed. He was then born at 9:18am in Evanston Wyoming. He is so strong, so independent, so...HAPPY. He was such a good baby, and it is hard/sad, yet fun, to see him becoming a toddler. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645388720742079474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgALGp44r2MaJll1MjmY1ZjjSL-BqTxlVJpidjpVYOkzi9DbinovyfTeCS7aMHj9FNSB1xN13Zg0IMS5zW7lNtIbgn8mDwgzarM8_mzSu8Y6PWTDlTty-M_oWM44VyAqWy8A_sk7g/s320/34470_414650990757_615210757_4481751_172875_n.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645388714396818274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMemP8OWTodXmjXgMmary097H7xEy3DLJh1Sqh1dQdihoI5a_0a6WakHxShsAaySB_tEsNk4GOeR5rsiWDP3G956c44hVAaZAiUKzeGi8G5VUJeRNhA82g9OMatlv4z_spO7z0Ag/s320/34470_414651015757_615210757_4481755_1143324_n.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">Things that just stand out about Liam:</span>
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<br /><div align="center">--He loves to smile
<br />--He loves to laugh
<br />--He loves his brother</div>
<br /><div align="center">--He loves his Dad
<br />--He loves his Mom
<br />--He loves his Grandparents
<br />--He has amazing blue eyes</div>
<br /><div align="center">--He is known as our toe-head son...which he was born with red hair. That makes me think it will either go back to red?? Stay Blond?? Or is it going to be dark Auburn, like me and his Dad??</div>
<br /><div align="center">--He had such cute little curls at the bottom of his hair, until I cut them off after his birthday. BUT I have curly hair, Kris has curly hair, and Declan's hair gets curly still...so I think he'll still have a wave to his hair :)</div>
<br /><div align="center">--He loves to tackle anyone who is sitting on the floor</div>
<br /><div align="center">--He is known as the "sippy-cup-stealer". Do not leave your child's cup on the floor or with-in reach or he'll want to claim it and take a sip.</div>
<br /><div align="center">--He is such a good eater</div>
<br /><div align="center">--He LOVES MILK</div>
<br /><div align="center">--He loves to eat off of everyones plate
<br />--He'll get into whatever you DON'T want him to get into...ahhaha
<br />--He's a BUSY BODY</div>
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<br />I could go on and on, but I really-really love my Liam. He has brought such joy...and I love seeing him and Declan play together. Nothing like it. I'm sure they'll be boys and fight every once in awhile, but I have a feeling they're going to be buds and watch over each other... :) AND Not to mention they are so handsome... I have a feeling I'm going to have a few girls chasing after these Mullins boys...</div>
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<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Here's some pictures of his birthday party July 4th, 2011</span>
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<br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645384069983145250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbDPplnXMK-1gn1r0vTthcVHNXo7hqKEGILQbx1SWpYnlbSJrobrCcFu6pS5ysj1qamZHM2wh3Inm4qAThqn4XToy7uiXrAsTPL7THJ_HnyRzlyFEQYQ6FhtRV1PaUkZC80y215g/s320/270963_10150245557900758_615210757_7331505_2536011_n.jpg" /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">A little Slice of Dez and Geoff</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35607936.post-3342546961447263562011-07-07T09:50:00.000-07:002011-07-07T12:37:07.854-07:00June 2011 *warning, long post* :D<div align="center"><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center">On my mom's side, we had the 1st Saxton Family Reunion. It was in St. George Utah. Kris, myself and the kids left Friday night and left Sunday. It was a quick weekend, and that is quite the drive, but it was still fun to see family that I have never met until now. Southern Utah is beautiful. I love it there. It is where I went to college, SUU, so it is home away from home. The family who put it together was Monte and Lisa Holm. Their house and ranch were AMAZING to say the least. It was such good weather too, so you couldn't beat that!!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626656093643757010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpMqseQtFKgxtYJnSpR875yCs33l7xbPD6AHybd19RcNKNIstTrpZVXejE9SIoSBjtB4RVfAHcrKDiuEudm4Ip2taMmadK3cjTNsZBnB4NAjhrIWQc0jqDOOcPIs8cAGUBQpPzjA/s400/DSCF4652.JPG" />Most of the Saxton's that made it to the Reunion on the Holm Ranch.<br />Saturday June 4th, 2011<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626656077091933826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0AG-80MQwy906ns0g8oznLDkdSmwyKtdPpYVAwBk0l-TKbn7qmcqFbXO6gOHO3Ox9ocOi108rIveLDATtrwigbS6IxKEGho7o_VklKgHsTG-gEQPtFQWZXHNF_v0DVm5fyMjayQ/s400/DSCF4643.JPG" /> Some of the landscape...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626656083335849954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAkGGgRN2c9ixnO1dRqNEDJWEldsYgbQp-YlWfFU1CwwOMKHHgK25OxIa8_qnv7bja4Qbj-r10BcXl32JlN3pJcYzliPiNkOvfHOqJrgES8OBNXUpkCjv9C2zr3UziEw7uYgCn3Q/s400/DSCF4649.JPG" /> My mom holding Phoebee and Geoff standing by...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626656096051907058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZihkvGH4lKvtGuQUF6t86xM1ypPxuqGUtVP4-sXP7ujfbhqJAVa-4CSpzdBCnWcyzgOyvtnJQLE4C1EDRuOl2Rx-uCIwYA5AefvkV5yz5pu6Vf4_tWQ9jUOmQe76qcGJmuTLAGw/s400/DSCF4656.JPG" />Us about to leave and Declan not happy...he was having too much fun :)<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626658707954858162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL_NbrbKEohUhE7GEzjsKmuo6OuHGrOvRMVMPzl8F5uJBdSXFe2-AOcpCvTLieruRjYII2EvToLZtp7f1xNe0Ymtb3oFppWf7Jqrc5xxf05DhWXb-hFS1FLYZCZLgA3uB8pJalag/s400/DSCF4669-1.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626656146309192050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgae4n-McM4hMBM_2iL4rc72UrIBFexPMLFbHiZjKrv8oLvibvUIq2PeXU_mkeVkSkfesp51d8WoR_vDsES10oqDmFgM4w8XHKpz8h2H6EOOQQLUwfWcZ7ImJin0k4c39FZLk32cQ/s400/DSCF4665.JPG" /> Phoebee and Liam, 2 month apart(Liam older)... we were leaving and had to take pictures of the cute kids :)<br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><br /><div><br /><div align="center"><br /><div><br /><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><br /><div><br /><div align="center"><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Then My sister in law, Brooke and baby Asher came to visit in the middle of June. My brother had to work, so it was his wife and son. We do not get to see them much. They moved to Palmyra, New York last August. So, when they finally do come this way, Wyoming/Utah, we all try to get together. Here are just some cute pictures of my kids, and my niece Phoebee and nephew Asher.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626661573968372146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf_cKkBIrK6vuam7rtPZGccQeIlLgKmtWft6TehFwFtTOTyptYx07_h0hozVKduUCKVvUZRzFu3L702TtC9cqR955K_cFyCPTW3xFhdEJIRn4JnZGRPpBtKSyx0TCLkABydrd6vg/s400/DSCF4698.JPG" />Very hard to get all kids sitting and looking the same way :D ahhaha....</div><br /><div>Phoebee, Liam, Asher, and Declan</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626661558924816978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijpHH6WC6cAkg8kkHaGS3uccf8j_qZIGr2YO5Xd0GHgoSxZm56AvWcQT661_t5aPFHtXyYUrQnaeUxGvst2aIErfNGcIMGy5re432kaTAwNAdmAPKLmH5-gGckX7UHmeZDamYvNg/s400/DSCF4696.JPG" />Goober and his Dinosaur...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626658725652861458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiUZlglwNZKmtyfWc12U2n-CHHi5W1-i3AQ6veNczIScD6CYnY3-hNv9YILMf6lEPYXXPhNdgU-WnYfyp86QOglp66MBaUlplcJkVNv_DpJVFYVAEjiO9Jp3D1mi82VCtPj0GO0A/s400/DSCF4677.JPG" />Babies playing with toys...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626658775653622162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwUDMp3lTbKd64DsmOVB-nQ9QxDuIU72Hef2f9M3Ax7jpVuZXgzT0b8q1VIm7DFXpe6E92EqSSHYLwHdTxDbtuGmKpNWAi8x3rWQcsprjvDCPFGwGb4JKeYpgUDlzyzUqc1Cp4bg/s400/DSCF4681.JPG" />Us watching...<br />Me, Kylee, and Mom<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626658729587663698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRzFSRUTnBOY0JiXkMhRzcf1IPVF-xs9qA0X8QNq3f-F27Q5c8NWd9GfdKsklrx2MmnBubEf6gq7duIgw_BRfI2d91YAfJGQsxJdJkqPTeS4DfKG_90lTMdU2e5tHb77okUAlTpg/s400/DSCF4678.JPG" />Mr. Gurgg-a-more..<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626658780036499490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2S4QVwk8gkYxKolEG_IbQU-h1s3hSjbp2YBAYwbt_gJvbuFzkGf9tKQu2G7-Qu2iaOs4RG3rN-FkbrRp3J2Ki3k0fXMiGntDrQv2nvmJtW-x6RW2_1IXczzzAn7Zh3SvrkCG5Jg/s400/DSCF4686.JPG" />Brooke and Asher...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626661582645670370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZF6J9JgT5GdEt6lkAazUL8s2N3DdcBltPOhdR9_ODL3-A2YLq3mKeGFq97sPpmxbhXh9-2aS3vJhIuy3AlC81Gpj8g2HqP_a_zWb0SMzsC-nRIOIlmTJqN7cBKSTFt-nMZBWObg/s400/DSCF4714.JPG" /> Phoebee giving Liam a dirty look for some reason?? HAhaha...<br /><br /><div align="center">Maybe wants some milk too??? :D<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626661595849111138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxhtvPg0hJbLEdgthg7wdSNPMXjIr6PAPXOGJAXMxjJ6ulGbak3p8_z4QRzhu_SxhzV2GiRNjK1yADu8uyLhomFxeBktt24iuK01cKsUaK_osDx6pOsXV2zCVPqt1OE_Tc1F3R3Q/s400/DSCF4744.JPG" /></div><br /><div align="center">Love ALL of these little Munchkins to PIECES!!</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Then on June 24th 2011, I was able to attend the Vernal Utah Temple. It was a very amazing day. My Grandpa George Lyman Ellsworth past away 2 years ago, May 19th 2009( Kris and My 3rd Wedding Anniversary). My Grandpa was pretty much non-active his whole life. My grandma later on in life went through the Temple by herself. In January, this year 2011, one of my Dad's brother, Robert, went through the Temple for Grandpa--then this day Grandpa and Grandma were sealed together for Eternity. Along with Grandpa being sealed to his parents. Then My grandparents to their Children who were able to attend.</div><br />There was the normal-wonderful calm peaceful feeling/spirit there in the Temple, but there was something new that I have never felt. I knew my Grandpa was there. I know he is happy where he is and is glad to see this day come as well. To see my family, the Ellsworth's, in the Temple and to spend time there was really great. I have not been to the Temple since Chase and Brooke got married in April 2009. It was due time, and I enjoyed every minute.I am truly grateful for the blessings of this Gospel, this Church, these Temples--that allow us all the keys and knowledge to return to our Heavenly Father. To strive to learn, to be better people. The world is getting worse day-by-day...and unfortunately it will continue to do so, but I have comfort because I have Faith and I have the Gospel. I know what is to come. I do not know how well I have done, but I know I can do more. That is my goal--to be a better Person, Mom, Wife, Daughter, Friend...Here are a few pictures I have of my Grandparents:<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626667715861935762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4B21FAZKWzQI8A9p6a6lGhnmb80j5GpIKIFhtRfUMSaUHCcfKwl_LyeLsPzD_4pT79b6J70tPA9eipPlt7-PjkxmtBL1L1L8-EOKdcbXTLG0lePbSchiH8I6DyAZkOf9lVtjTQQ/s400/scan0003.jpg" /> Us and Grandpa George and Grandma Juanita at our Reception May 20th, 2006</div><br /><div>At the Old Manila High School Gym...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626667703843258514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaooRP3jtGwwf6SwZlX2JqcC9Wo_mZSN62S9imQ_KhN5w-O9NucqculoGz6vWYt8ECKvU0XfMaoVbrLI_NjunDGcQkLex2MeVnKmoZ_6qJi_w78mhKAdcE_pUAFa_t5r6kJfwMBQ/s400/scan0002.jpg" /><br />I love this picture...so sweet. As you can see my Grandma has a wheel chair behind her. She's been in a wheel chair since 2005?? or maybe earlier?? They both got into a bad car accident, and both suffered injuries. My Grandma really can't walk well at all, and this was just really sweet to see Grandpa pick her up and do a hug/dance :)</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><br /><br /><p align="center">Then Saturday, June 25th, I played in the Volleyball Tourney that is during Flaming Gorge Days here in Green River. I was on a great team, with great friends. It was hot, sunny, and tons of fun!! I love Volleyball, and I just had to play even though it was during the other family reunion on mine, The Robinson's. I was able to make it later on that evening for a few hours to see some family that was still in Manila. Here are some pictures:<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626684079039104434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv2AjuerLtGEsZtMzzkwZR0nblw_FS3QzV1nJFezPCgq_8Y3PJL-VSf6JWePv4TSmvr93Lp6O-qyT8IUrGHYN7H2YdZ4M2tdvC5pNQoALvYZ5_whFozEqI71Y1zRloPMBNYcN40g/s400/268751_2172172344513_1252900547_2515432_5150096_n.jpg" />We were sponsored by ALLSTATE INSURANCE... we all had matching shirts, hats, water cups, bags... it was a good fun day!!!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626684084306383458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOkjrPJjX_znMD7OYTw_DZyy2SvbJQ1D8KUZzbnw7DqYJFzK3zoWT8MACP6F5bPxI1kc-F4vnIN6yssf3-ofOZboKxhRPnf_jNo2Kurr6Oh982KuD3R7HwS5lEzbGor_oW_hIBSA/s400/DSCF4767.JPG" />Liam getting used to the grass :D ahhaa...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626684087059709058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCEvTiQPRf8iY6pFx9URVrxHNU9Dq3h1P1RTqHLGUp8M1O6qYv0wbFKIfy7473D2vlgkiXjII-eGa_2ZS8Ix2igfcAZ173BhpAXQloJC0JQSyxKvXeGcFR5b3krdzf5XQCTQnGvg/s400/DSCF4773.JPG" /></p></div></div></div><br /></div><br /><br /><p align="center">Grandma Juanita and Phoebee...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626684091646877202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-D6vB5hjY_mPPg8ce1ZvctEwOznSqfuYu669fTDcIh8cj23y9mENNTth3B48l7BUjvpU8DuzU4D_7W9aUXMl50CPlNoYmahh8Jx2Ez3b4-8NG22ojYRnxYiEcg-GZLeD7iecJNA/s400/DSCF4780.JPG" />Me with Liam by the camp fire...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626684094729481426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisJjmijcobXvWh0kMqXkcBv5nOZ7au2qIFBLKchH4_alEjeDv17GUDz2rdeWU6N_hHU-IX9gYV3DKIwwW55KP3p79xYyJcMzDxZqAgwZm9IcjoIH0zhsV-GgjMzM1Q_2C1UnRNcw/s400/DSCF4793.JPG" /></p><br /><br /><p align="center">Kris helping Declan make s'mores :D</p><br /><br /><br /><p align="center">FINALLY THE LAST THING I'LL POST ABOUT JUNE</p><br /><br /><p align="center">June 28th we went to the Circus that was in Rock Springs, WY. It was Declan's first Circus, as well as mine! It was pretty fun. Declan loved the Tigers...juggling...Elephants...Motorcycles... Pony Ride... it was just fun!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626688050984860802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5mCLsR6NoJYXM-tknlaK3ciArn7Pbr0lY2RWaYOz6I1D2jLvBMa_V_YpnyDJVbqV1QrFvEhL5neENHAN_mX1THXSQ2yjKm2eNQL_QMHUyFH6purud8Jhtp_zxLUTVtRfMmI61Zw/s400/SANY2440-1.JPG" /></p><br /><br /><p align="center">My brown-eyed boy with his ticket to ride the Elephant...</p><br /><br /><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626688087861800386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVmAvKaiGJGgHuptqak4bFM3-B0gL2nIw3cEv9UeAchG6egMNeJHuBGsMQC2V1lwqg5YdvFdeTAwxLuuQGdUG27sy0IO6gZvu9a5UU4h73VJN9XCZKyrpyL0E-QkqlT9k118yVrQ/s400/SANY2441-1.JPG" /></p><br /><br /><p align="center">About to be put on the Elephant, but he stiffed up and got too scared because it was pretty high. Didn't end up riding it :/, so we went to ride the little ponies instead :)</p><br /><br /><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626688126071015410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh34XAMjLfF7W1Zls6mcYf5YAGG-nqF7l2Wp-rgEq05JXkfB9kORPy9giCSeHRXg70b5oe-goa5sVfafxcCPwU9qDMlnwoLCrBnpU0ujXhIPFtmVs3kAz0RNCPZ-olmq9lkkWiZyA/s400/SANY2442-1.JPG" />See...he at least got on the ponies :D ahhaa..<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 389px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626688134638994690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdciEy-nQc8i1RqDZCj84hHvbuwG8SZshyphenhyphenxrvVdI_KQF5YgUooQX_EV3zXDnP3E2d49SP4B2wrIn1y4j0Ian38lJwHLoUE8d9fKAqirpJ9ezAimz-VUqPzmsC4XRNou1JmLSt3-g/s400/SANY2452-1.JPG" /></p></div>My blue-eyed baby boy :D</div><br /><div align="center">I HOPE YOUR JUNE WAS FUN!! MINE WAS...AND BUSY!!!! :D</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">A little Slice of Dez and Geoff</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35607936.post-54106416113029235582011-06-27T10:36:00.000-07:002011-06-27T12:26:45.031-07:00I just wanted to VENT...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZej2zh7SmckBVftzVpmW5O7WZuRlroyCoRZKn0mYiRpntMeDWfpAmlFeclEJJajgHqSnvo1Im2j49msNag60EEETiqTFWVOH5rxwpAdv1Dn02TiFzy_R4A_UmpH0a1FNnHn0meQ/s1600/stress-cartoon.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622983015734284194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZej2zh7SmckBVftzVpmW5O7WZuRlroyCoRZKn0mYiRpntMeDWfpAmlFeclEJJajgHqSnvo1Im2j49msNag60EEETiqTFWVOH5rxwpAdv1Dn02TiFzy_R4A_UmpH0a1FNnHn0meQ/s400/stress-cartoon.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>So...</div><br /><br /><br /><div>A lot is going on at the Motel/Clearview Bowling Center lately. As of May 26th, 2011 the Bank took over the whole property. The previous owner just got to deep into being behind on payments/bills/owing other people--so he foreclosed on it. I am not quite sure all the details and how much the place is being sold for???</div><br /><br /><div>There are two people here representing for the Bank. They are with Nationwide Asset Management Group. When they first got here it was all a pretty good SHOCK. Did not know how to take it. Did I still have a job?? Did I still have a house?? Were they going to close it?? Just A LOT.<br /></div><br /><div>There is a plus to this whole thing. At least we know we will get paid on time and won't have to worry if it's going to be a day late or more. The previous owner got behind on a pay period here at the Motel for the Maids/Office Help/and Kris and I. When the bank took over they were able to back pay what he owed!! THAT WAS A PLUS, BUT--There has been a few things that are not making sense to me.<br /></div><br /><div>When they first got here I had to lay-off 3 maids<---VERY HARD for me to do in the first place when they deserve to not work here anymore, let alone just because we're cutting back. They have a Maid Budget/Time Limit/Pay rate per room, per day. At first I was told the rooms were $7.00 per rented room that is cleaned. Okay, not too bad. They have to do check outs in 30 minutes and stays in 15 minutes (1 person doing each room). Okay, not too bad. BUT--they also count the "Laundry" to be done in this time limit. DO-ABLE ON MOST DAYS. We only have 1 washer, 1 dryer. You have to wait for the laundry to be done. You have to fold, put away, etc. Well, NOW they informed me that it is now $3.00 something per rented room that is cleaned. NOT GOOD. They kept the same time limit for stays and check outs. AND they still count on laundry to be done in this time limit too... NOT POSSIBLE AT ALL. So, now I'm having to do some laundry to keep the hours from being too outrageous for them(which I do not get paid extra to do)--but it still does not add up to only $3.00 per room rented. I just do not get why they need to add the Laundry hours in there...and not all the maids know how to do the laundry...so that's why I end up doing it. I also help go in the rooms and take out all the dirty linen before they get here(strip the rooms) and it is still not added up to what they WANT :/</div><br /><br /><div>Then another thing that has really been making me wonder why I am even here:</div><br /><br /><div>The main Receiver came a couple of days ago, just for 2 days. I guess he did not like Declan or Liam to be in the Office area AT ALL. To some point I get this, I try to put them in the 'apartment' area to stay away while helping a customer--but you know kids, they will just come out and need their mom or want to talk to whoever I am talking to. Not to mention this IS THEIR HOUSE. Plus, most customers love to see my kids and want to talk to them when they see them anyway. This is what my kids know. So, they think they can be where ever they want. But the one Asset Manager told me "You might want to keep Declan out of his sight." I am not sure what kind of look I gave, but I just looked at her like "Okay??" and I just nodded my head and walked away. The main Receiver was only here for 2 days and is gone, thank goodness. I do not like being told to 'hide' my kids.</div><br /><br /><div>I just kind of feel like I am being pushed into a corner. This is my house/work. These are my kids, and I shouldn't have to lock them up to a certain degree. I get them not being in the Office, they usually aren't unless a customer comes in and sees them and wants to talk with them, hold them, etc. I have been here for 5 years this August. They think if something happens to my kids that they are liable. 1--again, I've been here for 5 years. Do you think I would've already taken advantage of Declan getting hurt while I work?? Plus, I have gotten hurt while I'm working, I'm not that kind of person. This is my/our home. If Declan/Liam gets hurt, they get hurt. It is what kids do. They are my children, I can take care of them. 2--I work everyday, so something is/will/has happened. Unless a customer/person does anything physically to me, it is my fault if my child or myself gets hurt.</div><br /><br /><div>Plus they do not really 'get' the whole hunting thing...and the trophy's in the Office, especially the main Receiver. We get compliments all the time on his trophy's, and it is a great conversation started when people check in. I think the first two Asset Managers realized this after a couple of days how many people love seeing all the Africa stuff in the Office. This is a very layed-back Motel/Town. We are here for workers, fisherman, people coming through town. I have A LOT of returning customers that keep coming.</div><br /><br /><div>Another thing is I have been having such a hard time with Office help. Ever since February I have just been having BAD LUCK. I have been working SO MUCH and not been able to do much at all or get away(Missing a lot of church) :( I hired someone in March. They only lasted til end of May because they got another job offer. Then I hired 2 maids that I had to lay-off to work in the office. One of them trained for 1 day and decided not to do it. The other is still working and she is great, just too young, very shy, and can not spend the night if I need to be somewhere. Plus depends on their parents to get them here. No driver's license. So I am in the process of looking for a older person to be there to help out and spend the night if need be. I had one act interested and said she wanted to train the next morning, but then never showed up and didn't call/wouldn't answer calls. Just having BAD LUCK all around. I just do not know what it is...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Kris wants to go back to Texas in November and at this rate I do not even know if I'll have Office help, let alone a job anymore.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I'm trying to be so patient, but this morning I just felt 'depressed' and 'stressed'.</div><br /><br /><div>I love this job, do not get me wrong. The only reason why I am here is because I can be at 'home'/work and have kids here--but that does not even seem to be welcomed anymore. I am trying to be patient and understand their motive. I am working as hard as I can, and do everything that is being asked. I need this job, but at the same time I do not need to be pushed in to a corner when it is not necessary. I do too much here and am here TOO MUCH. I know things happen for a reason, and if me not being here anymore is supposed to happen then so be it. Just wished it would've been on different terms. But I am here for now. I'll hang in there as long as I can... :/</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">A little Slice of Dez and Geoff</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35607936.post-73894958540931892492011-05-25T11:08:00.001-07:002011-05-25T12:53:45.631-07:00Easter...(finally)<div align="center">Here's some pictures of the Saturday before Easter on Cedar Mtn. with the some of the Lamb Clan--Kris's Mom's side :) It was fun and entertaining to say the least ;) ahha...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610719025741186530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1WeRjJTjyGL1opKUyczP4f4I0x6PmpAvDZR5FT3U8mjxB2mpI2nORhoMYLMVfO2-4s9ae34GqBqUxYVvlksvSYUlP0OpLRBME5HJQ_hu7xNm6WlbWrHij5Ho8DLCfSA8DKSW4Bg/s320/221600_10150177671597528_613307527_6911502_5056329_n.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610719021088683090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU_Xfin2sz0SNoMzUOEmpW8WaY15AB-ycc2g-iVaaVMRCX_EcOAR2WExPvMFjHkrZ6gjHTKDcOuOlZyVNC44EVacpwHduro7byS8brwumaAecflotdPs3N9F7S4Z_IhIydviexYg/s320/224076_10150177669267528_613307527_6911476_2926137_n.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610719019217772450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbk_79XxKA0Sr-NvnHmiDOSAZpqZtmaTb0U45R-0M5xSVrLtps0Kp_KziH_NLthc-YWegHgZeudjxmefJkFg1cxZoW41P5y8NJt2SYK4iTkME1biAAMAeUz-1XlBt5bwBNJOiJZw/s320/224627_10150177670107528_613307527_6911484_2962280_n.jpg" /><br />Easter morning we took a bit to look at what Declan got from the Easter Bunny, so we ended up going to Kris parents Ward instead of ours--it worked out great! :)<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610743776878342098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi67tT37ENhUUTSGO-RImIx1dtzL98etwsM_FeBNMDlL7ed6xIGHXq3Mtohb_7Cs7tD_tODmTmU3DDyoBMNAijonkWGGAwWC8Tbb8iKYfwTppcso7NQTdp8iuxgaPfar4-27MH5Ng/s320/SANY2289-1.JPG" />Apparently the Easter Bunny that comes to my house likes to throw M&M's all over my floor...Apparently tradition I did not know of(Thanks Kris) ;)<br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div align="center"><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbgDYgue0-4Mgu_4311NEzEmqNQYKKCgaOEPSj-Xod7VMBrgtnqFoXUzSiO7-8dn0gk-5hkFr2EdrpGeitzYGP-ca0AP2QpXVqCb4Q93DkH5olmCvMlTzFFFrl-ZwEkZAZToq8tg/s1600/SANY2286-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610719016259775042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbgDYgue0-4Mgu_4311NEzEmqNQYKKCgaOEPSj-Xod7VMBrgtnqFoXUzSiO7-8dn0gk-5hkFr2EdrpGeitzYGP-ca0AP2QpXVqCb4Q93DkH5olmCvMlTzFFFrl-ZwEkZAZToq8tg/s320/SANY2286-1.JPG" /></a> HAPPY BOY!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRb7HaokSYLrUJxvqcXPq7ExUr6hptBPkNmioFx3QvNJTYV7nDb31ZZmf03nnidkTjxq0uf7M0BvGibH47j4jymfRCp_6IzHSyjci74dVW4x9p4AEQA-If_5qLUxV1ovaBgpiJHA/s1600/SANY2287.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610719006375865954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRb7HaokSYLrUJxvqcXPq7ExUr6hptBPkNmioFx3QvNJTYV7nDb31ZZmf03nnidkTjxq0uf7M0BvGibH47j4jymfRCp_6IzHSyjci74dVW4x9p4AEQA-If_5qLUxV1ovaBgpiJHA/s320/SANY2287.JPG" /></a><br />Just SOME of what he's gotten throughout the whole month for Easter...spoiled??<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWZqqerrmh5gmcFW8wgTmxNZU8csXbV3KMwy0is_vfrdizQD1n3iS_ztW_V97Hr7PWYKbRgDa8fSh0tX3aUjMCumHx8owwL1wfHZdW-nJo1FF7xnBVn94nF-PkEQqxsGAiE0VeDg/s1600/SANY2290.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610717899397087858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWZqqerrmh5gmcFW8wgTmxNZU8csXbV3KMwy0is_vfrdizQD1n3iS_ztW_V97Hr7PWYKbRgDa8fSh0tX3aUjMCumHx8owwL1wfHZdW-nJo1FF7xnBVn94nF-PkEQqxsGAiE0VeDg/s320/SANY2290.JPG" /></a> GOGGLES!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2E2ve3sx2Cej-ur9NPyYg4ESXQazpG8HFjxBxD9KzFCJHWxYh5Zpgma6Au7l_hEGeviPlSW_X_Cl-P4r9mOwHYEKnZMJgwTZi82Rq6oIXISU0e_YsgPDup2B6cpxPwmbL9khfjw/s1600/SANY2292.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610717892423442098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2E2ve3sx2Cej-ur9NPyYg4ESXQazpG8HFjxBxD9KzFCJHWxYh5Zpgma6Au7l_hEGeviPlSW_X_Cl-P4r9mOwHYEKnZMJgwTZi82Rq6oIXISU0e_YsgPDup2B6cpxPwmbL9khfjw/s320/SANY2292.JPG" /></a> His shark pool that Dad got him :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDTfrugfuD1gtwu_F4UB4sZhp8LOmJbkmZckU0teIEUvKLcFYHuWoA-7rDk5CgjMZcuqMyrvV156wEEil0hnHd8wpmLkFnE3QGup5k0sLbA5L699wSfdUNQmaalTg27sWAiHwhKw/s1600/SANY2294.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610717880500613346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDTfrugfuD1gtwu_F4UB4sZhp8LOmJbkmZckU0teIEUvKLcFYHuWoA-7rDk5CgjMZcuqMyrvV156wEEil0hnHd8wpmLkFnE3QGup5k0sLbA5L699wSfdUNQmaalTg27sWAiHwhKw/s320/SANY2294.JPG" /></a> HAPPY BOY...again!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd5XXLPydOOxPPQNemRRACR0_jg1J4yV0-6zGxsWH9HKsyvredh3qorEUjMxufrYDnemZxArkZPUJHscBhI0CGk4Ab85YTWxYqGcNu7C1eaBimDFj6PkwkOrui5KGMcaQBX-POoA/s1600/SANY2298-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610717875181300418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd5XXLPydOOxPPQNemRRACR0_jg1J4yV0-6zGxsWH9HKsyvredh3qorEUjMxufrYDnemZxArkZPUJHscBhI0CGk4Ab85YTWxYqGcNu7C1eaBimDFj6PkwkOrui5KGMcaQBX-POoA/s320/SANY2298-1.JPG" /></a> Little man getting ready for church...has a little sun burn on his face if you couldn't tell. Poor kid :D ahha...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4zSqsfqbdhhFoWZbWTD1vBXYuD-BchHi5LLR1wpOI7quVhCdvTMdL_er7P-nJK4EBj83bUx9P8XbbIngtmt1rU5kYR04A9wlXicdyu2IeCAYX6tJeLTaBOPErpaS5khbuGqU3mA/s1600/SANY2299-2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610717871750788306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4zSqsfqbdhhFoWZbWTD1vBXYuD-BchHi5LLR1wpOI7quVhCdvTMdL_er7P-nJK4EBj83bUx9P8XbbIngtmt1rU5kYR04A9wlXicdyu2IeCAYX6tJeLTaBOPErpaS5khbuGqU3mA/s320/SANY2299-2.JPG" /></a><br />BEST FACE EVER!!!! :D</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">A little Slice of Dez and Geoff</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35607936.post-5301556769718261462011-04-11T11:42:00.000-07:002011-04-11T12:02:57.728-07:00Just because I think my boys are CUTE!!!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594398839291954210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFHe5-JfzASGIHZXw0-oMJMBfH80raSEOtljB_05OCHz5sxQnt2WGAFWRU2XkheOmBg5w-Zr2aViJ8dRim9tsvxwboBZ3XdjGeJEVx9zBVvQWjl-EuSxPoTpi22SzJ5jxL9dXP_Q/s320/SANY2227-1.JPG" /> <br /><div><br /><div align="center"><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594398832829748914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_ULZrZWxwnHYZrZB5AOONJNDdSHbbAXF63T1DB7J8pyJvevO4ToRMGbV2QSR7STfES9rRTVkw3OXTOe4uRF6MRso_o4o4fuYN2l9A9Kj-zPzazlInDcjhclPxbu0Ayjawap0Iwg/s320/SANY2222.JPG" /></div><br /><div align="center">Liam fell asleep on top of Curious George the other day...I just love looking at my kids sleep...</div><br /><div>SO CUTE!!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594398844799415122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRft37hyphenhyphenYYT5sHK5AqB5bNFWxIdtl36sQG9PEdpsoDMkKvdHsSwSsxMVIohZC1cEc7SHABM6pcXlaBK3VieLUaTnw35c1A19XEEB-S-mh2QMDUPXvoxHJv_JawGGbjxSrdm1FTgA/s320/SANY2228-1.JPG" /></div>I had to take pictures of Declan and Liam in their matching PJ's :D<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594398845723195874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5WrafJr3lx7iVG-75f5vQhBhQj7jUwdbAEu3dG_Vq__8iU8pUkpf5kMhRXJwYOgIVXEX1eH2WrEj7vLBINcMMJ9KjBv28jJ1qZPXoueTnX-B8xN9VI38bif7KxeZvMjn8VQmOZw/s320/SANY2229-1.JPG" />STINKERS!!! :)<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594398852200042050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAVWRPNopDBPjDLMjtey5gQfpn5SmG4DyWu8Nr6AF8IFfj32xpfWz_mWHRw8b3wPvDyhlnQJSQoVL10GNd1NtW1_psltS_Qbkv7ixvMki6HWfkcKYUnnTVAn_8XtvcmhYLn0GMPQ/s320/SANY2230-1.JPG" /> I love how Declan's looking at Liam here... <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594399798242119618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigywJnZb8JiFoYcVOOMAg3XWJLHOsq-EebBpu03K5KENRZlS2fhnw_SoGVNqcR-EJRnpcBgSDMKpI701nDGPCj7Ba61GfgkgoEa5_nkAsalDMxNQUzWguWpiqYJYqf4ljbahZXxg/s320/SANY2233-2.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594399787341928066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsFc_Im_4YNR09NThrvCvyDdoCRGXBwudczPaz6iYldlo0wIZI24qhPv67-hztc8c75zHaGFZ-IvPoNLmi91zyz1TodcY2upwGkeKpzXbcNiAlDNVR2Igz_Dt3oFVu95WzEe5pUQ/s320/SANY2232-2.JPG" />Typical Declan after a few pictures...ahah!!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594399798986234594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGQ_P2_WxEDG-jN21dk6CZ0Vy-fQF_GFz4TRh6sLGl5Dg3bArDE0xZ4lQcEGW13uC0KYf0UvAwtdyHVevNQGfXWGTAxf9m-iumMKndTx8jyrQatq8yAatNdghHydFA3MJpmeUd_Q/s320/SANY2233-3.JPG" />I saw they were holding hands and thought it was cute... <br /><div align="center">So I edited the picture a bit...</div><br /><div align="center">and added the words...</div><br /><div align="center">Not sure if I made it up?? But it just came in my head, so I put it :)<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594399803470923794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhQjS87cFuA2lz_1w6mvzdULGnuqA5ppyXfB72rVQsZETVDr_QLVUR_FHyTXVl0YKWlT4efh2aWzf3PgZk0XkEPYCVUSduYkwkcOBUD3tZO73OwnfPB9lFwbl-qXZ3UPiawmRIEA/s320/SANY2241-1.JPG" /> Liam's update:</div><br /><div align="center">He's army crawling like a pro...</div><br /><div align="center">He can get up on his knee's and with crawl for a few seconds, but then PLOP back down to army crawl...</div><br /><div align="center">He's so gigg-a-lee...</div><br /><div align="center">Smiley...</div><br /><div align="center">Happy...</div><br /><div align="center">Calm...</div><br /><div align="center">Eats like a champ...</div><br /><div align="center">Loves food...</div><br /><div align="center">Loves juice...</div><br /><div align="center">Loves snack time...</div><br /><div align="center">Loves Bath time...</div><br /><div align="center">Loves sleeping to Primary Songs playing...</div><br /><div align="center">Loves his Declan...</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">20 lbs.</div><br /><div align="center">29 1.2 inches long!!! </div><br /><div align="center">Healthy Happy BOY!!!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Declan's update:</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">He's 3 1/2 years on May 2nd...</div><br /><div align="center">Loves juice...</div><br /><div align="center">Loves watching hunting shows...</div><br /><div align="center">Loves animals...</div><br /><div align="center">Loves Dragons...</div><br /><div align="center">Loves Dinosaurs...</div><br /><div align="center">Loves MOVIES...</div><br /><div align="center">Loves popcorn...</div><br /><div align="center">Loves Corn...</div><br /><div align="center">Loves Soup...</div><br /><div align="center">Loves Chips...</div><br /><div align="center">Can count to 12...</div><br /><div align="center">Can name pretty much any color...</div><br /><div align="center">Knows his First name and Last name...</div><br /><div align="center">Knows what town and state he lives in...</div><br /><div align="center">(Working on ABC's)</div><br /><div align="center">Loves Bathtime...</div><br /><div align="center">Loves all his cousins...</div><br /><div align="center">Loves his brother...</div><br /><div align="center">Is SUCH a WONDERFUL big brother, I just love watching him make Liam HAPPY and LAUGH</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">It is so neat to watch them grow and interact with each other.</div><br /><div align="center">They are best friends!!</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">A little Slice of Dez and Geoff</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35607936.post-18772008711811660412011-03-12T20:50:00.000-08:002011-03-12T21:27:21.500-08:00Tonight's Entertainment...Goober...<p align="center">This first video is Declan doing the,</p><p align="center">Here's the Church, Here's the Steeple... Open the Doors...and see all the people! HaHaHa...</p><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxCCLC9J_f7HWFYBURAbJwHQ018O9iT-88AE5HcLvRK0gl5G8bT2bcBiI0UB0HdXI3VfN4FPyZs-iI' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center">This second Video is Declan,</p><p align="center">Counting to 12(when I asked for 10), His name, Age, Where he lives, His brothers name :)</p><p align="center">And for some reason he wanted to say "Dad" at the end...</p><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwskrcUAZgBl-Dgep6yl1qoPuUpWwrGqt6IJKIh2ZCb6Hiq3Efl2YZU1ZrWWW_hfpsClREl4SnLOYA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center">...and last BUT not least... Declan singing,</p><p align="center">"Nobody Knows...The Trouble I've seen. Nobody Knows My Sorrow..."</p><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzqFPFu7-PZQcohCcWbiLegIBJCHJITJtQY7x8Gfx4V_zjHBk4Y-mN5XOVdmk3JzErktaKR59T2fKo' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">A little Slice of Dez and Geoff</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35607936.post-50423841572415140512011-03-08T10:32:00.001-08:002011-03-08T13:49:15.037-08:00Been Lazy with Blogging...I do not even know where to start...ahha. I have been so lazy with this... I guess I'll start with January???<br /><div><div align="center"><div align="center"><span style="color:#00cccc;"><strong>January:</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#00cccc;"><strong>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!</strong></span> We were actually in Texas still to bring in the new year, in a Motel. Declan and Kris fell asleep, and I of coarse was still up. I have a bad habit of watching TV when going to bed and will get in to a silly show and stay up. BUT it was the new year so that was a good excuse :) 2010 was great! Brought many new family members into the world. It can't get any better than that!</div><div align="center"><br />Also started a 'diet' when we got home from Texas. Let's hope it goes well. I have started to work out and watch my portions and what I eat. Doing a Biggest Loser kind of thing with my sister and family and friends to see where we are all at in July. I have a goal of Losing 50 by then. That would be nice. As of right now I have only lost 9, so I have a ways to go. :P!!!</div><div align="center"><br />Liam turned 6 months on the 6th of January. By the end of the month he was a pro at rolling around to get to what he wanted or where he wanted, and also sitting up by himself playing with no help for hours.</div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581821166207127954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0tyHZEwL1pTFsA-zq4etOPloTR5ngH_jKY9z2nXNBRtqNy7pZNW_DZu21Q7uutg5xDnecGMECIVPR4RRQcJmgc4NRSyTcx3ZWYq_e32KXL1DwUKfqOAe34xJa2OOJNTSWvnSkTA/s320/SANY1895-2.JPG" />My nephew Asher turned 1 on the 28th!!! I can't believe it. I haven't seen him since September since they now live in Palmyra, NY. I miss them a lot. HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASHER!! LOVE YA!!!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581821173513143234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1rZYXInBZaKidfzFiIPeLS42jijfD-fk04plPsLD2ALpdxorerGpZxuBM2gku9Sl24z1j1jyI6qZPkrYjiReSmN3fQ4WV57cehTomm8-dhRj_vpwTn7TS-pjF9E2s31R2onKscA/s320/SANY1932-1.JPG" /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#009900;">Kris built a fort for Declan and Liam joined in too...AND Kris :D<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581821191783696322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-4G6FT3jbg6vci9QAy0N3BeeXbXs6-1yJEq6zbb9mTUmSqNCuB7OA49pfdUyxa4oDQJILJ1_7YtzM_d-wOulJk2ZrLuJ6BsIzbNgT0Ulpr7jkwGfxkOn6qaboxs6QbPnn_Ev_1Q/s320/SANY1941-1.JPG" /></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581821186214501122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoRLze-kP2TUmC-BcgoGy4he9mewOdpbkuVshIv7nuopja2hMV9VNap3OIVBJSHyQbP_gU_bu-wpnG0UcWBb3R4-tMpLkBoLn5ad-gxT_2skgfdgHl4FyVfkVYTbwLzHIGmi5BtA/s320/SANY1939.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581821178397491698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj39qV6P7ILZqcX-w9vVNcIfPua4fqYWFhYDgNeOIrRuHrjicQ-tC2e-pX-Hj64hPqPnoSErkoPxLsdW-5SL9X_-yJYQ0vueglVPs3wyrQzJBeAUnwd42WVKFCWnbwPPHzZ7i1Pg/s320/SANY1934-1.JPG" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>February:</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">Liam turned 7 months on the 6th of February...He loves it when we go and watch movies at the movie theatre. He'll get excited and talk/blabb through the whole thing. It's funny. He'll just stare and talk to the people behind us too. Plus he also shakes his head "NO" A LOT!! HILARIOUS!! You can ask him something and say something and he'll shake his head "NO-No-no." Declan gets a kick out of it too. He'll laugh and say, "Liam said No-No-no...Mom"</span><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581811891414716738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY8DYBxC0EawN8b5KSkY0iooHIXR6VnSUrClwB6pA5q786ck4cpvSUlAK030W8EFuAllcnLvcmBnUAHQ42hCj-UY4YDbbUDuQOlQH5TKxqjDCVSSGnFYNjjFWnukMeV5Z5oPPEfA/s320/SANY1964-2.JPG" /> Kris and I went to the Jazz game on February 11th for a <strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Valentine's Day</span></strong> gift for the both of us! It was Tyrone Corbin's first game as the Head Coach. I was pretty bummed about the whole Jerry Sloan thing. Wish he would have finished the season, but he had his reason and I think he is one of <em>THE BEST</em> coaches of <em>ALL TIME</em>. It was neat though to see Coach Corbin walk out before the Jazz game and have everyone on their feet cheering and clapping for him. It got me all teary-eyed. It was a pretty fun game, even though they lost....and, OH! We were in the lower bowl. Right behind the Jazz team, row 20. That made it even more better! OH! Not to mention <em>KARL MALONE, THE MAILMAN</em> was there!!! I was in heaven. He is my ultimate FAVORITE athlete. I had posters and basketball cards, just a lot of him on my wall when I was little. Okay, I had a crush too...ahhaa!!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581818901010669698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWhvBEpzY1EKcYOwsdEnFmF8rNSDaAHa4iANC25mj5omlvgE-T_gzyHrHffaroLu_-p5RG5QnAczokePXupajaTQ7Z5go9RWuTl_kNEqzyCaCWOqHzXH9hI-h57pjcup6AAAyEZw/s320/SANY2042.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581818897883384322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqr4t145SiWxRaHzEwZFZliFvfcytoSNifQIMPT6jhPTH311OASzZ952f2uPqJxjdxz9feP6sXVLKVyc-3qzD9V1NrE6bruOXV4RzrN6NtlPvUznZcQfx5X3xdANR_1QDV3u95tA/s320/SANY2040.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581816042764141666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk76d6x-OXT_BKBEl0cNgri-pXzSf_rewnCPTfu7ur4PAqfuvdT9rBVP8JeGrxJF6TOgmZV-o5pa_8W2Ivd82gu9hV1lv6epKvc2YwGdck3XJjVAvnYk4SDDC71sqD34GYBvG_Uw/s320/SANY2036.JPG" /> He was straight across from me and I couldn't help but stare...ahhaa. Plus, after the game I went lower to the floor where he was shaking people's hand and taking pictures. I took a few of him. I felt silly though being that close and taking pictures over-and-over-again. :) It was nice to get away just Kris and I. Bonnie, Kris's mom, watched Declan and Liam for the night. Then Becky watch the office for me...so thanks to all those who made it possible!!!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581818910317174722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8A90kJ0BeF0WYWGxA8NvmXOpqKBmLFVgcpAFTUbSpKP0w2ZCr_zPudPvvKfDJmxahdXercUO6CGIc9ANdC9bYuyOTavm5O9h4LpHlP_O8bFRmBRGGRP6Qq8V12M3RTfsA1RuTPw/s320/SANY2043-1.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581818924399261650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkfyrb1ejwB3_N9chj-VJ_luIKmoxpMi9tYGB6geRewzjNDabmMAM_3CcdpSg1A2aWuPQby67Nt19N0MPKrUnRpcWOU-G090TVnNN8x_3E9AyhVJ37h_TPiA31icXpqs5YwU54Ug/s320/SANY2050-1.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581818914552275474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiExUBhyphenhyphenfBvP_VVmlbRDAQ7kzMYRBmR0x2jqReMVlmE53xh3IOifhm3RZ3nIgBq7kKGM0EZxZV85AyrqB1uu6MremeDbM63KPdRWL44YItSm_hes-puRNCa6lW6ZDn9fKTafSNd3w/s320/SANY2052-1.JPG" />I do not think I'll get another chance to be this close to Karl Malone :D ahhaa...<br /><br /><br /><div>This month was also pretty stressful because of a work situation. I just know it happened for a reason. I stood up for myself and my job and even though it was hard, it was for the better. I did nothing wrong, said nothing wrong...I was pretty proud of myself. Sure I cried A LOT and got FRUSTRATED, but it was just in the moment thing. Now it is over.</div><br /><div>My niece Alyssa turned 1 on the 14th!! I do not get to see this one that much either. She a doll though. Very quiet and is a mover :) HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALYSSA!!! LOVE YA!!!</div><br /><div>Kris was actually home this whole month, which was nice. At least from my memory and knowledge right now, I do not think he went anywhere in February?? Ahha... that's sad if I can not remember him being gone!!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581816031340041490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX5JLJkTh7UDeJDkOlcXbNoYmxpCJ1i-P9bjXX_S7SVuR5LZsbuP0DNX4Cjv7tD1_7s8tD03__V8u59V-Zde0dGxjjTKIMlenjL4pYBt1kRr0SRzT1wl-OPQjMdehKzwK0JWEAtQ/s320/SANY1944-2.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581816026334539698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCgEuinbNYYmRSYtSRJ-rE6bZK_OWFyTbn6JGDCH_374zOmIERWg-Fjltg1a_jXC7xOO9affwXvrqyLyyNKdktbdi9838KrI0Jn0WeNxP3lLiOP3glgZ27EkHAKAHXsDzqRpGkFQ/s320/SANY2018.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581816010571853490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlQGz2Pxz6SYMWdWyZcyQYTebofpKwtL9fZb77HNkXvEF1sT7Tm8jCo0aFwpCkJ27F3KmSjp6gZSQO00TTm-I9oFEfLojpbxJeINu3wgt9yO6T6ch5pav5sbpIF7ucM1wnUaMAJg/s320/SANY2091-1.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581816018667137378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_zu1RUA7kFXR-O1TzMO256st6nZUolPdTcm9BxIDZYt6OTA01FQ912NP0wJxdzmX3CgAN69v_F9JW2TW5sVG6ZRoAM42rcElr9u-t4qY_Iit-_31owl5MxREFKpsoiHsF4o9v9w/s320/SANY2008-2.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581811883562575698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn50Po9BYjHHlXfbMS0HcGs-0qx-OhYSxChiQX-WrXGnvuY6MSxAcVZyKvoCE75K6Sqrvy1O05NcO3tpA1XTmxzopCRUw0QNscV-OzZmEOQAwJNU3Uu48lcM-KF0u_s406Q9OJMQ/s320/SANY2096-3.JPG" /></div><div><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>March: (Thus far)</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#009900;">Liam turned 8 months on the 6th!!! It just has gone by so fast. He is almost crawling. He can easily push up on his side an scoot. Just does not quite get the pushing up on hands and knees at the same time, but I'm sure it will click. I am okay with him not being too mobile right now. He can already get into stuff rolling and scooting everywhere. We also moved him into the big crib this day. Declan loves his new roommate. It was bitter sweet for me. I like seeing him next to me in the little crib in our room, but he is too tall for it now. He is starting to roll over in his sleep and bumps his head too. So it was just time.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581811851854740194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb8ZtHneq-6cPntlmuZU9zphtAv3cNFOnIqdwnbece6TQWKtRaloOa_ib7udnFkfYarj7HcseTPTdzwN6BOdoNtFsUafO5dTeEoI6TcieAM3BIHLybg_7O4if498ucBMmxB1M_dQ/s320/SANY2136-2.JPG" /></span></div><div>We had my other nephew's birthday party on Sunday the 6th. Bridger will be 1 on the 9th, tomorrow! He is walking and is a sweet little boy. He loves to follow Declan around which is pretty funny to watch. Declan sometimes is not the nicest to him, but Declan will learn he is a baby and younger than him. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUDDY!! LOVE YA!!</div><br /><div>Kris left last Monday February 28th and came back on late March 5th. He was in Cheyenne on a job there. Then he left again Monday March 7th and will probably be gone til this Saturday as well. He's in Grand Junction, Colorado for right now. Talking about going to Moab, Utah. Just not sure yet, it always changes. I do miss him, but we are getting along. Just grateful for this job. Can not complain.</div><br /><div>I have worked quite a bit more than normal since the middle of February until now. It is getting back to normal though. Trained a new girl and things seem to be working out. Plus Becky, my sister in law, has been wanting hours too. So it all works out.</div><br /><div>We also started City League Co-ed Volleyball this Spring Season (even though the weather is not spring...yet). We had our first game last Thursday and WON. It was fun. I really enjoy Volleyball. It is my favorite sport. It just brings back a lot of High School memories and it really just makes me happy to play. I love sport competition.<br /></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581811864309576722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPnPez-UOfrOPPOO37JWi-wSpBih3iC7IM1SAt1z5zrGTtRaWbwGt1C0c38_Wx03UCRN4qbMFGOfAf-iUBd7eGZI5jfhyWjHWOM_KCM3asVzRKias_EWNen4WcrX_2GIPQDWqLFw/s320/SANY2106-2.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581811873542147682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilwM_qA02PxsFDDD1VMFZRl_yNks5KgpD95umdZz_H9VO7Au-nT47N0-YnX7O6LXGVCg0tDruqAJ387RLs9cf-kSwZ_GjHP_od2vFk_o1EwsYvYQuEXmyvWr6u7lsUG_1Nzm0KvA/s320/SANY2125-1.JPG" />Here's Liam side "crawling" towards Moose in the video...<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwKPJpT9Ae7f13oVUsKCk00BawqD5OoZ22wKjmJTK-DgFlO6oZBKgWGFOeaz8SPxwBXHo9Li7xOX-U' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p align="center">Here's Liam and Declan Growling at each other...that is how they communicate. He wouldn't shake his head "No-no..." I'll get that some other time :)<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw_c2CW-pNTjns46iop_SdY77l4T6ovVzQQskPTtF94Q0dFMFjdDgAjtmGefkMVCBto3m331fAd_Wg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">A little Slice of Dez and Geoff</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35607936.post-79263657637520167932011-01-06T19:39:00.000-08:002011-01-07T08:52:38.201-08:00DECLAN's FIRST PLANE RIDE!!!<p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">We headed to Denver, CO to fly to Texas. Kris, Declan and myself. This was Declan first official plane ride. He was so excited. The roads were dry and clear all the way there. Sunny. Couldn't have asked for a better travel.<br /><br />It was weird to travel on Christmas. Not going to lie. I have never not been HOME. We had a good hardy Christmas lunch at the Flying J, since that is all that was open!! hahah... we three had a corn dog! haha... Jealous, aren't you?? </p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559285126270309890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkRfhyphenhyphenLpLP5xP9y4WTeNJv-pV_GkX-KnPdUli4WIaTOnNVRKXf8EwY9NeAI9gWbC0I0p5tZyFcIl_pk_ecqoYvpiLcNrJrpsYiAe5BfQEbLn-MglYzAO117kGrzSQQd9Fiw8jSwA/s320/SANY1796-1.JPG" /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">On the Denver Shuttle to the Airport</span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559285131570425138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Tdj7Z-5WtwSKQe0juYQNe49mTHDFybLMm4JVOC5tTfOXcsEVcgiXrqEmYA634boaaaKPvHciWgzc5brP_eCYlZ5nEPXAgRiG5DIuNrrOsQ9cwcGYmLz1qeTCzHPCQgOL39DkAQ/s320/SANY1797.JPG" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Reading the Safety Manuel...hahaha...okay, he's just looking at it.</span></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559285142292673874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjST91OH9QbebseieGP1jZE9DcXJjQODadUObO1J0qr6vx6pqIOmvbdpEaB6gcQA68RsqxSdrUIgKEhu-3gjLXAx_jNB635KVPXhl4PO0bVEqYb_9gXQQwPuq4OdnTRxBQG3UiHtQ/s320/SANY1800-1.JPG" /><span style="font-family:arial;">Putting his seat belt on :)<br /></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Here's video of the take off... you'll see him sit back and go "Whoa" and get kind of quiet...ahhaha... it wasn't a scared reaction at all. Pretty tame :) You'll see me realize he took off his seat belt and scramble to put it back on...ahaha!!</div></span><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dynrxGrlEFSGU0e7iLNYweOiHP8gqzWeZx4QshfYQYR6dHl_piqLpJGp2aXuLYw_s3oOABdWbSh4w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559285136926091490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh6oPvJaEPuDKMXqbeA5VMLaQqgSuEbAV3GjMLLD8_vNmcog0cM3mBWV_Xl_g9eL_trZuzo7xfFc9B0FYA-TVtVfVt1qJ5vUYJJ0NzwH_OjNTPNm-buIQOoTtTDMWhPUMml-Zmsg/s320/SANY1798-1.JPG" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">All the kids on the plane got FREE TV for a Christmas present...he watched the Grinch cartoon and ELF :)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">We also got served a warm chocolate chip cookie--fitting I thought!</span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559285142617533730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1VnsshyphenhyphenxMsqQ25GrhQygKijoE5MDUknQR_KihaHzc53fzflL0GiZSCYZ8IN-_x8Rj-Vfp-w6rQojlC9ft3vBa4Gi_Y0cGHw6m7bfchWDl-ewFCpJ2UUCMJJd1xzzSFOr78wFI2g/s320/SANY1802-1.JPG" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Listening to the Grinch</span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559290109814579570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibozAc0xQ7L5HqZ9fut8K-Tm-hZDRZCG9h4b7tiflES24nXxzu2wsJAoPuuSUfA6s0n-5koNgjfKAFtQ27HPjGizLuuNytegpP8oLRt-hRogUOscunFepxW87bpXEz2RbTYgfDLQ/s320/SANY1811-1.JPG" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">His famous pose lately...</span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559290107246625874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI7hrb0uK6I7N2xoLN6SA0fsbCcVtmerQ_ctC1CPWIg8FexwqgtfHjUyfw9aBe9Tp2o4L8B1hoT071caHZmWXHI5aeAMSeZZGTd0JFkx6PO_mBptefAR7PegYWUDtdkAjIAFj3OA/s320/SANY1807-1.JPG" /> <p align="center"></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Here's the landing... :) Not much of a reaction too, but he's still cute!</span></p><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwBiyG9BbPnSJAF98rySUfO0At2d8jJbXnXFuBRLwnVQcvVo_6kWGu-mIXd0I6Pi-xcDMxdEvkHC1Y' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559290116519872610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK_AYttqbS0h-eNniqDncJUYAPARPhu0nn4AN7RgRUnOlXIRG-FhXSu9PtoIGFWOG734T8wnrpUNXaXOcavlv4HbRZGGTfUypGcE-9cnOlP_q00PRIfgVe-jms9R9IiNkoirG_gg/s320/SANY1814-1.JPG" /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">YAY!! WE LANDED!!!! :D</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">A little Slice of Dez and Geoff</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35607936.post-23766775877771868192011-01-06T18:45:00.001-08:002011-01-06T19:39:21.515-08:00CHRISTMAS!!!<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">First off we had a little Christmas at Kris's parents, on the 4th, before Kris went to Colorado. We opened presents from each other. Everything was great, (I still need to get the little kiddo's something, my bad), but parents spoiled us. It was fun. We ate. Watched a movie. I love this time of year. So cozy... :) I did not take pictures of this for some reason. SORRY!! BUT, THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR THE PRESENTS!!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">We had our Christmas on the 18th, the Saturday before Christmas, because we were going to be flying out Christmas Day to Texas for a short hunting trip. So here's our early Christmas morning. It was fun. Declan loved every minute of it. His jaw kept dropping and saying "WHOA! WOW!" It was SOOO FUN!!! I got spoiled too.. Kris always does great without me even giving him ideas. I LOVE YOU KRIS!!</span></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559273015586183490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbD9Iu0Wb6cvrafznZHgdtna2-3cxm31EyBY2DuwYTYvwN-aPwyveFin-kWViY95QQs7FilHa-7xAdzOEM_jOi4wiM2w2nbnPm0onjTtMHlNVwy7_OJDTwymJe49lajdUwkDF8pQ/s320/SANY1756-1.JPG" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Dad helping Declan open presents...</span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559273011707839106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiDxYpgn3FUt6ltdNjOPeWOWXYckzyGbCEOFqRRtIYMiy953iapYhV0AJetS_V8lvLBgKGWOp4Lcdxv0_no3CXgUiS5Tby75TNDjvnQx1TdDED4So1CKSeXRhvGoWq-Y42PjKu7w/s320/Copy+of+SANY1761-2.JPG" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">New Buzz Sleeping Bag :)</span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559273005822723042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJBwAXCqZRqTiOYR-lEOgwW8maDTxJbMeJ1rXSi73B8mFyPuukKDwSZQQ5iMbdowNaxFKVFvajo4vVdupv4bpAiBBhrToxxWutehnNfUiCrLyu4b7JC6yZJi-ieQ-sR7BjXqlpzw/s320/Copy+of+SANY1759-1.JPG" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Owl Movie</span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559270650476198642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtS7Z8qC69tjBWaETu2QAxHF98eoy-HbGvf3dfSdV9HrHdG_3zIeg8PcJD9hLxr2ypzia-biRsQ7glnxv7KKn3HngZeDJsA_thseaHpjXYykYxGfvx798UN-KB65B2z3fMJtaXmg/s320/SANY1766.JPG" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">He got three new Dinosaurs!!!</span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559270641249245874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhujujvIZq-VJ9c2nfr8QTfV4SamSYA9ZRflvCsyl04a0oIXYmcuAupJynjfM3xOyCChVDtQhs7WRY4gi614KWJDdGWX_05dIROBAsfIjGg8out9ENnyF2Y_5kQSZr07dIMDAYv1A/s320/SANY1771-2.JPG" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Kris having a hard time opening Woody... it took him quite a bit to get him out and Declan was getting impatient!! hahaha...</span></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559270637144833346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4TOQLVMjZEoOA_SyXBVRBOl8UhxpRYOXrS3-HTrikSynrmVsGi3JYhQDDMZ8cXUsOgFHKzfL3QdbJKAtGWeclRg8OJEzQ6G_un_v5uaqDSS4u_eFXZsAltQ5D1NiRZvVslhhLBA/s320/SANY1774-1.JPG" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">YAY!!! He got a Big Buzz and a Woody!!</span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559270629395593426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlAuLakEPGlYd5Ug6tvgVZpMKoOsew4ONWgawLYBAESLwUlqhkF7OCjfIV3vnwJBKNqHQqx8MGLXTOuXftv64QQ03buseAGhjyPIN5iTuV1CAJaVgkykCHw_Ox-QOD0bxJ0Ff2TQ/s320/SANY1776.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559270655396689730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivZ-qiLCP0v3zp_Ac90SbZtr-zPO08s0gsKyEo6zP-lqJ6jSQN3ZoNCg7ZBvhgIAmBp0sK4_qLLp3wUwGmgfCtlz5ememhC-FLyp6aVVo4gBxCeZbaCr267uYMvyTddcCPHyh4LA/s320/SANY1764-2.JPG" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">My cute Goober, Happy as can be!!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Then we had Christmas with my parents on Christmas Eve. After we did this, they took Liam for a whole week while we would be in Texas. I missed him a lot, but it was good for him to get to know my parents better. Sorry to my mom though for the lack of sleep and constant going :) BUT, I know Liam was in good hands!! LOVE YOU MOM AND DAD!!! OH!! Plus, while I was gone my little sister Kylee worked at the Motel. She pretty much learned everything in a day. She did great!! Took care of the Motel, my house, my dogs... VERY GRATEFUL!! THANK YOU KYLEE!! I LOVE YOU TOO!!!</span></div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559273024341417458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge-rMgXQcAMhsfMm2Cw8SDjtgkxCXC9CphiKPZJwoTONij5XZdh96BzBcMDKz6bYP-H31vRrueLqALAKVMb2D0WopdXle-V5X_fAXY4i53LucfLlx_pwSgTdiJL2AMobMO8SopaQ/s320/SANY1777-1.JPG" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Declan and my dad behind him :)</span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559273028672990066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigawJ69cLIpZCWNPo0RuxkVPBbZoAcs08jehOHeEYdloPqrojCw6e0JJ88GotK3yKLjmTuzfHlYfM5e6wLX7C9c_fH7ppiQmypoH9tnX8IK-xeMsAH_JTsP6JUnFTdw6xj2-kTzw/s320/SANY1780-2.JPG" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">BIG TRUCK!!</span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559274347481149346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK928k-0HFnUYzPvuQ00BMHbqZk_eRYdmjLjLa7W2KNFvpLVuALUizSkJNIoRSBfXaOl8dzf9tfGK6qx0uyzH4h0HAMjazdcfppOoskQJI1jyVgT9_zh2UpvQSMHba2kqJFZBTPA/s320/SANY1781-1.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559274352233673282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh71EDtUmLf4RPFV2ZShr8Lip02lQADeFEng_GmYqnq-tbvbV6d-ukG9RBmubXDX6Qwp2QRhmz3NXgjamqJLfPAsdEuUJYJTPxKBHjqHVcsjQ6tHFEuPBDRSu2tsqGsk65GuS-i1g/s320/SANY1784-1.JPG" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">My beautiful mom and Liam :)</span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbA48bsof2jXYPp752VzLz95qHWeFmnHY02lYfq2vTGp_SASihriYi_OCU0kQ0JZ8GzExut2tdeUbF3kLRHxp2_wbWln0m2nw79tQF7BTxxhH_0KHrLI0hlXM9dR1ZoE6tysnnzA/s1600/SANY1795.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559274360432980674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbA48bsof2jXYPp752VzLz95qHWeFmnHY02lYfq2vTGp_SASihriYi_OCU0kQ0JZ8GzExut2tdeUbF3kLRHxp2_wbWln0m2nw79tQF7BTxxhH_0KHrLI0hlXM9dR1ZoE6tysnnzA/s320/SANY1795.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;">Liam trying to sit up by himself... not quite there yet! :)</span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">My mom and dad spoiled us ROTTEN like always. They go above and beyond. I am very grateful for them. I always wish I could do more and give them more, and I hope someday I can finally do that. They deserve the best!!</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">I still have my tree up to this day, and all the decor. I think I'll keep it for a bit. It takes forever to put it all up...just to take down after a month. </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">This time of year is the best I think. We have Thanksgiving to remember all that we are grateful for...then to follow is CHRISTmas. To remember the birth of our Savior. The miracle. The blessing. The reason why we are here. He is the ultimate, the one who we want to be like. I am blessed to be apart of HIS church. To know why we are here. To make mistakes. To repent. To have an Eternal Family. Family is the MOST important thing. That is what Temples are all about. To keep us ETERNAL...together forever. I would do anything for my family. When they hurt, I hurt. When they are happy, I am happy...and I know they feel the same for me.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><strong>I hope you all had a good Christmas and were surrounded by those you love!!!</strong></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">A little Slice of Dez and Geoff</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35607936.post-79635013851915781002011-01-06T17:51:00.000-08:002011-01-07T09:55:42.128-08:00Mayan/Living Aquarium...<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">On December 11th, which is my dad's birthday (HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!! LOVE YOU!!) It was the Mullins's Christmas Party in SLC. Kris was still in Colorado at this time, but I still went with the family. We met Sam, Laura and their kids at the Mayan to eat and enjoy :) </span></div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559256833606598610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM0AkKrRT2mC1uWfWnp4x91vzrz6rtByomMvi8HFbIkdcNNuuEb0Y6RQZsfIUQ6PIuBECggfbOITiS6JI9dszOKfwAzQVyyRPvJAdgI3BrjC2UDwxiLlo_wJaubcYrFn5Wmi_3WA/s320/Copy+%25282%2529+of+SANY1673-1.JPG" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">There he goes!</span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559256820694952130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRZ9dVM2Ylm7TF8RZpqs6-48HQOMXmi5bIB42Y2lHaKZfXiJLnoqmcDkTUjHWZjLBgku79lFwyjGtfjRT9JgTmfFYu_n4pNHltNMiq7TU_26hip87L56A6O08eHK1FAE0yJ23Myw/s320/Copy+%25282%2529+of+SANY1675-1.JPG" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Everyone watching on...</span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559256835782814786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2GiWOp22hVO1BiDpcpmCUKzLbBIfZZ1-71lubIQh29QaV0nAr6xUB9A98eZiLed9_gY6Q2Y_twbPLC-0oYyYNwu5VpusRSlDOMK8OFTVo7lufqS0HAcqcX7jBx70a7SEHAVK6RA/s320/Copy+%25282%2529+of+SANY1670-1.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559260174389132498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTVI5XJwSP2w9pg2wlEvcwafK8s7fxmlmiIe5JV0ToRgwz_UhB4uATK2Td4WNfw3GKCm9sA1HI5gi20vl6FrSzBuELDsSaVUTUY1eErWJ7jm7SlfxccFyahwbE94q1A7v3HXjwLg/s320/Copy+%25282%2529+of+SANY1674-1.JPG" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">It's quite dark in this restaurant and my flash went off, and here you have Liam's reaction :)</span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559257707070251346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5bqGuqy5QCR5brq3XFONOKY6DmhMlKqnDhO2J8C-GSAuYVdlTftYoGqGRv34ybRq1UGz6_1s94Hd8yAALR0q3eYTQjY-U6nt0DV92lejXFlKeb0Kj9JH6Zv68gCXetX28UQX4KA/s320/Copy+%25282%2529+of+SANY1679-1.JPG" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">It was also Larry's birthday coming up on the 14th, so we had the waitress bring cake and ice cream. You can see that the kids enjoyed it! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD, LOVE YA!!!</span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559257717511317746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguOmA9SOjtw-QrUuRdHIvY4z4QbNIEYwzi7p9hfMcpFn0GbkP0G9NeC2KAaxv64C7TQ0jAq5ImD_YeuKtHfr-vzlh-TdjIisp-UE8SB-ejg_cOdei9zhjbnczwaRfdG9OmJSTVwQ/s320/Copy+%25282%2529+of+SANY1680-1.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559260182897203714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv4SxwFXcD8SHAEWgnu7xnmCJ8wZVlYXsK0b-qWH2am9ox4l7jCWgQvhcdZQ8ysCOBDbw1JtWyLS_9NX2aUKhyIi29uEc6cRAL44WZYZHWucJGOUBbDntSrFOxA3pZh3wk4pCRow/s320/Copy+of+SANY1684-1.JPG" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Outside of the Mayan</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Then we headed to the Living Aquarium...which is pretty neat :) </span></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559258441907041954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhequWadyYMr9asdeXnO0tjh7A-ld2JdjzVjcbgXjfZ49MKPiXHiR4IGoQhnzQmqMtJnQt-XL56sYAIk_csspnfDfoPIwQEBbgv-HsA6SI8dOSBUPrEPMWDb-RwyQaCT6lU35aM6w/s320/Copy+%25282%2529+of+SANY1692.JPG" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg67sT33A7EQA-29goR5i0a-EkJbEuljxmqP8BK89d9KwCftYX6bWzJOXTg2D2esmXZw-dZu3orCJrmXQ0mgR9ZzHV8yWZ6XWGKzkmcbwm6jKmLLqbwn2DAZY0lWgsTlfOIDRk8WQ/s1600/SANY1709.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559260938870029202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg67sT33A7EQA-29goR5i0a-EkJbEuljxmqP8BK89d9KwCftYX6bWzJOXTg2D2esmXZw-dZu3orCJrmXQ0mgR9ZzHV8yWZ6XWGKzkmcbwm6jKmLLqbwn2DAZY0lWgsTlfOIDRk8WQ/s320/SANY1709.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTXaapqD1OTDAfxUkgHkddEhqf8fsQNSftffrfezGYQl3cmHf_9QdtRohBaqg0bhYYI6pg9M74tF8H-bUS5mcSkuaGaVcmw_uxteXThqlBugNgAR6Vas2aoQG5BVO9nVUJxq3oag/s1600/SANY1706.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559260931036763586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTXaapqD1OTDAfxUkgHkddEhqf8fsQNSftffrfezGYQl3cmHf_9QdtRohBaqg0bhYYI6pg9M74tF8H-bUS5mcSkuaGaVcmw_uxteXThqlBugNgAR6Vas2aoQG5BVO9nVUJxq3oag/s320/SANY1706.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;">Little Sea Horses...<br /></span><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559260188281163506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVpNf2tEN5NqHncxif39lOsOjvdKQ7UC3uZapl63vH1igD3BhTLIi9NeCmyCpSOmCWAphFhVP4gPk1zWOs2VExwOkE5sVeoS3IKl_oaxy04cnjjGRd3BwqU8bOyrDgM-_J9kW3YA/s320/Copy+of+SANY1730-1.JPG" /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">REALLY cool Turtle</span><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559259267070675170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj99mHW-7mNeLQz7IRJBiyC6xz3PRqgEpuCBvwM-yYxCmlyi-AE6js0a4LIogLmzcRG2wGN6R52jEY_mDTqvIoPdqKjo0COiQFCqoSoWHcjlMnk3yy9EaAlUzLuJkgaeevDoh1szA/s320/Copy+%25282%2529+of+SANY1701.JPG" /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">This was pretty neat too!!! I think it would be cool to have a huge Aquarium like this and have a Octopus!!</span><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559259277147694482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGTTQFBQrCUUfgMSViUTy2pGPbJxjAjekdqxXtPdzmXQIJmlbDm7vSvnTaq97iJ1a7QYSOK_SygKsGPoU5YOGBAPYAtd6x5LiQt_Gh-9dNgeT5a9a4U0u4CoZfuEA1ex9Ci6Z2Mw/s320/Copy+of+SANY1704.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559259271865622034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirPxGy7oU5jIhVzNeEGBfO7n1xcFxtiLIHP5s4HEy5m8FNs5gR2GC1oMkz1M3cud8AVwBc8xW-JKC6s0pX2L9ac5g7I6GN8kUZxsjVPNRQ_8Jf1uEAvHkqnhw1w9UoUvpIIZ8WUg/s320/Copy+of+SANY1703.JPG" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8ZsDJLY-VD27dnAy7osrzjOGLILu2O2zj0Uch97rkdKM-IHhvLQ99UoatzOkYQTrdEPrmK40L0a5SWEZYd0r3P7JbhkyNyyulB79qLTU8dh6OfprNY25zytfd7lv_qxBVtDyGAA/s1600/Copy+of+SANY1738.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559260925949852674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8ZsDJLY-VD27dnAy7osrzjOGLILu2O2zj0Uch97rkdKM-IHhvLQ99UoatzOkYQTrdEPrmK40L0a5SWEZYd0r3P7JbhkyNyyulB79qLTU8dh6OfprNY25zytfd7lv_qxBVtDyGAA/s320/Copy+of+SANY1738.JPG" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> You do not want to stick any body part in this Aquarium :)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Piranhas!!!!<br /><br /></span><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvoPZqzmXV41PHieezD-vvwHd41Cp4t-IDLwX7vkPMjuYkMUYA49Xr8iCUhzF1THl4qnN8nXso4dg4FN1CbxGUX-xBR3fN3lGbZkGxyMT5HwoEGT2myVdHnu1BmRWkqFxxtooKnQ/s1600/Copy+of+SANY1733-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559260190114711346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvoPZqzmXV41PHieezD-vvwHd41Cp4t-IDLwX7vkPMjuYkMUYA49Xr8iCUhzF1THl4qnN8nXso4dg4FN1CbxGUX-xBR3fN3lGbZkGxyMT5HwoEGT2myVdHnu1BmRWkqFxxtooKnQ/s320/Copy+of+SANY1733-1.JPG" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">PENGUINS!!! They were so fun to watch!!<br /></span><div><div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcJ-JYUMg8mAo3Ht8t2xZaRaAv0vgJSrnNxZmQe7nOO9eO7PnRU6GEai4ZfqIUlgPmB1OfP54LlKq9_Nkz4NBbmz8cmLXxsj27kYWCb1mTfqLPTg0tnXb_fjwOG6C_VepLrPaBpw/s1600/Copy+of+SANY1720-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559259289954296514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcJ-JYUMg8mAo3Ht8t2xZaRaAv0vgJSrnNxZmQe7nOO9eO7PnRU6GEai4ZfqIUlgPmB1OfP54LlKq9_Nkz4NBbmz8cmLXxsj27kYWCb1mTfqLPTg0tnXb_fjwOG6C_VepLrPaBpw/s320/Copy+of+SANY1720-1.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd2m0kmvpuMzwe_SHt3T2tVA0Jbe7TCqXxe05kjUZEVlizm69FbXQmWfbxt1FxphdLznUiuayLNEvocDi7vOnCfJtAFrF1JZa_1c2aNHfODDuV1CA7Td7qyIhmxX8yNfN7ONhQVg/s1600/Copy+of+SANY1714-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559259279341687570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd2m0kmvpuMzwe_SHt3T2tVA0Jbe7TCqXxe05kjUZEVlizm69FbXQmWfbxt1FxphdLznUiuayLNEvocDi7vOnCfJtAFrF1JZa_1c2aNHfODDuV1CA7Td7qyIhmxX8yNfN7ONhQVg/s320/Copy+of+SANY1714-1.JPG" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">You got to pet/stick you hand in these fellows water :) They were slimmy, yet rough, and had a 'hair' feel...<br /></span><br /><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBLOH6APOODOvuKbPSvI9y8ORMuCEH6HgLh5SJNPrjGT8ZLFvuQHB39oMkFIOQLKJQToM845f0UHVA3hpEVpN5F7Ps8myJ0_-pdKQErsBaztBf-XoGYKHwUPofzCfrW_K6SSI8_A/s1600/SANY1699.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559258464956956418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBLOH6APOODOvuKbPSvI9y8ORMuCEH6HgLh5SJNPrjGT8ZLFvuQHB39oMkFIOQLKJQToM845f0UHVA3hpEVpN5F7Ps8myJ0_-pdKQErsBaztBf-XoGYKHwUPofzCfrW_K6SSI8_A/s320/SANY1699.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc-Az7de5dojpiXxf3IDmFaVZbzqNU5tMZWRT_E8SbhZm3baWlDoilY-UdZbQbnjQa2MJWLP7-UhtXwnd3goVblF84LbeRgSoV71fp13YumNlIk0nPw29CH2VQSIWeg-chNHFeYQ/s1600/Copy+%25282%2529+of+SANY1698.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559258461537323506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc-Az7de5dojpiXxf3IDmFaVZbzqNU5tMZWRT_E8SbhZm3baWlDoilY-UdZbQbnjQa2MJWLP7-UhtXwnd3goVblF84LbeRgSoV71fp13YumNlIk0nPw29CH2VQSIWeg-chNHFeYQ/s320/Copy+%25282%2529+of+SANY1698.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;">Jelly Fish...<br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYGBhahdO9caADdRimxLOm7NTMqqwiR1TOIqmuRvsBPOS1ORMfYTwsr4tAx1CnYAADZ_2DTbdYGs9nLxwRmsRM5H9MgLKp6mtBuibq-yON9UMT8OOwlRq5rESmro0z8AnqTGOtnA/s1600/Copy+%25282%2529+of+SANY1694.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559258455525935730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYGBhahdO9caADdRimxLOm7NTMqqwiR1TOIqmuRvsBPOS1ORMfYTwsr4tAx1CnYAADZ_2DTbdYGs9nLxwRmsRM5H9MgLKp6mtBuibq-yON9UMT8OOwlRq5rESmro0z8AnqTGOtnA/s320/Copy+%25282%2529+of+SANY1694.JPG" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">SHARKS!!!<br /></span><br /><div><div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559257725069450562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGqXkz66sgfawr3tbvVY_acgszIKJphPV21bqJg2FvjejmAquM0VdXo5n5vGoZKhXhyphenhyphent6ZK2GbYBt_Hj9vRzZJg4zWOryQ_jT3FvWbX9IVDp06hSlXN6b6g_uVsfqjFh_0liznfw/s320/Copy+%25282%2529+of+SANY1688-1.JPG" /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Bridger on the Giant Frog</span></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559257720050636466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_MN4dHlDUC0j2h44PZstS0G0h6Qwbr1ZXcdvBZ6uN77xsrDLuLfZfDaGHG5nebkTrlnWRfeP-c1stxDgMPXlgJ3Fa5ppeJGMz26UxmgKhyphenhyphenpw2pjRZVTMjAH4VxSnLXfWDYdKpbw/s320/Copy+%25282%2529+of+SANY1687-1.JPG" /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Declan too :)</span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVeMck3LcQTqh9oed8D2MWFufVyrtfLdXQt8xoUrR6OUnNHNnfqBqtiO_cvuB9nV6R67pzfmOffZFnarScBAlRJDs0GU7y_2UyMjj62RgHniHG6PiVhfu0d_J58jg6kqM6YGtFQw/s1600/Copy+%25282%2529+of+SANY1690.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559257729369258482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVeMck3LcQTqh9oed8D2MWFufVyrtfLdXQt8xoUrR6OUnNHNnfqBqtiO_cvuB9nV6R67pzfmOffZFnarScBAlRJDs0GU7y_2UyMjj62RgHniHG6PiVhfu0d_J58jg6kqM6YGtFQw/s320/Copy+%25282%2529+of+SANY1690.JPG" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">Looking at Frogs... </span></div><div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559256850062173234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIGFLmU641HRrgsGeTs3WDQAKLZ6cYuCXPQIZbYNraGJqeqRDYjGeVN4EzC0wpJymNnByQwgfVs7tzBNpvS0w1TMmQCHzdgCC1vAKDisDnh-WWh9XZHKPJTXQPgTurquRNTtEF5w/s320/SANY1685.JPG" /><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Took this picture before Becky turned around and this was her reaction :) hahhaha</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">I am not quite sure why I did not take my camera in at the Mullins's Christmas Party, but it was really fun. Got to see quite a few people. Ate good food. Nice visit :) Missed Kris though!!</span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">A little Slice of Dez and Geoff</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35607936.post-61101287656872066942010-12-08T20:19:00.000-08:002010-12-08T20:48:46.395-08:00Just had to share...<div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="font-family:arial;">This is just too cute not to share. </span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>It really made my night...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">I was working on the computer doing bills to send out to companies and I heard a "Psst. Mom." I looked and he was not there. Then I saw him peak around the corner hiding. Then he came around, while hiding something behind his back. I said, "What are you doing Goober?" He said, "Here Mom. Present." With a BIG smile.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">He stuck out this...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548537772116980978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7FaYJfTIEKjcRcnxt8njXVm_EVJUlzEg3MA5kOXvHLkxwDsu7HExChctn0qL0hU3GG7R7NC1D4hIlWgA1XvFOchU4-5w9tA56-D5GK7b1_uGe8ilxUWSbkpyO_oqeytfDHjNhwg/s400/SANY1656-1.JPG" /></span></strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548537773264864914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfeu9lcZfgCtG_MfBVdhWn9dBudaNyBMAAloa5HgQcEzTtR0QdDu78nIu6gKhmSZ-mLzIaMwIfa8TqdAb-mwKXzLWCde9Yu_NAht6sZdkTgtIOBn2soFji8RkU9MdMdjytepNCDA/s400/SANY1657-1.JPG" /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">He obviously has been in my Jewelry Box. Took out a bracelet, and I happen to have a 'Samuel's Jeweler's' Box that I kept from a previous gift from his daddy, and put the bracelet in the Samuel's box. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">IT WAS STINKIN' CUTE!!!</span></strong> (I had to take a picture!) I teared up, and said, "Wow! Thank you Declan!" He was so proud of himself. Then he gave me a kiss. My goodness what a sweet son I have. These moments are really <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">PRICELESS</span></strong>--they make all the hard, stressful, 'bad' moments wash away.</span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548537784927142514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizRW95FIrWXF2ek0wnfcBVPk0Jc2IXMorrKC35TuhSNZSnfcXR5koyz3zrsRQFNi6N1OC-lS7fN_HXCFmQY1516pQw6eCK1TXmfJtwWfEhgydli28gLypyZY6cBn5qzEI85f4geg/s400/SANY1658-2.JPG" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Lately Declan has really changed. He is still sweet, don't get me wrong, but he is really getting independent and well, 'mean'. He gets pretty frustrated with me if I can not help him with something quick enough or get him something quick enough.<strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> BOSSY</span></strong>. Sometimes he has even hit me. So I would "spank" him, battle his bum a little, and tell him it's not nice to hit... Then he would yell at me and tell <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">ME</span></strong> not to hit. He does not quite get that I can 'hit' him, because he is being bad. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">I know he is just going through a stage. I actually think the "THREE's" is harder than the "TWO's" so far. Plus, he really does miss his dad. Lately whenever I would put Declan in 'time-out' he would cry and say "I miss dad." Little Booger! Kris is still doing the Colorado job. He got to come home for a week(Thanksgiving)--which was longer than first expected. BUT, he left back this last Sunday. Not sure when he'll be back, but should be back before Christmas. Should be the last time he goes to Colorado(cross your fingers).</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">BUT</span></strong>--- Back to why I'm really writing. I am so <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">THANKFUL</span></strong> to be a mom. The best calling in the world...Little children are precious. They are <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">PERFECT</span></strong>. It breaks my heart and turns my stomach hearing/seeing kids that are missing, killed, etc. ESPECIALLY BY THEIR OWN PARETNS!!! I know they do not stay small for very long, which is sad and scary to think of. This is life and I hope I just take it all in while it last.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"><strong>THANK YOU GOOBER!!!</strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">A little Slice of Dez and Geoff</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35607936.post-15729602801932796262010-12-01T08:54:00.000-08:002010-12-01T09:48:18.804-08:00Update on boys and Thanksgiving...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545758615291131874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzmJA_xVAJlp4cI-THleOwwg4TiV7P75KVcsF2gVA5VXTJ8cui6kirWZ7dxuhJgRhAZ-wqOSke6DuqBuK5F1fJC8UjAKwzac5oCC6mhgTMnNYhQMO7XNHUkSibvBDyjgxXW8pGDA/s400/1123001639a-2.jpg" /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Need to update on my Little Mr. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Gurggle</span>, Liam. He had a Doctor's appointment on November 5<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span>. He turned 4 months on November 6<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span>! It is just flying...but I'm loving every minute of it. The little guys stats as of that day is:</span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"><strong>Weight: 13 1/2 lbs.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"><strong>Height: 26 inches long</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"><strong>Healthy, Happy, Strong</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">This little one is quite the mover. Quite the Chatter-box. I remember <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Declan</span> being pretty chatty, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">blabby</span>...but Liam is much-much more it seems. For instance. Me and my family on Thanksgiving Day, went and watched Harry Potter 7. He slept through some of it, but at the end. A whole hour. He was 'talking' making noises the whole time. I loved it, thought it was funny. Not sure if the other viewer's thought so, but :) </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">He can roll over from <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">stomach</span> to back quite easily. Has rolled over a few times from back to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">stomach</span>. First time he <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">did the</span> back to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">stomach</span> just <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">happened</span> to be in the tub while I was reaching for a towel. So needless to say he got water to the face. Was not a happy camper. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">He is also constantly wanting to sit up if he's awake. He already can pull himself up if he's laying on my chest flat and will pull himself up to sit up. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;">He is so 'chill' as some of my family members would describe him as. He's a giggle machine, which I LOVE!!! Last night I was watching TV. He was looking at me and I guess I might have made a funny face, and he just started laughing...it was funny.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;">He also has a case of Baby Acne. It's slowly getting better here and there, but he gets quite the 'break-out'. He's still cute though. :)</span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545758613767527826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheY80KDLmRu2A-b4bdCdWwF9kbWqrRpZC2-9U4JhqYBIsrziqt7lITrbUQ7joe_FBmQ9svFB92ggcSlVRl0AOsr5IqT1MZdfOLPBh_pWKJn6-PVOUQiOfyuIpFcMLgw8o0bqkwGQ/s400/1123001639-1.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545758608032438898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFeiqFrA_IKt2qJLibboRfp5zMR1A81X_me8tTcK4Upm7rAy38R9fl4dtN2svzTsL2qF-UXF7IXd_ltrzIgmq-Bk0arnvHPXnK35axehebmlqlw7Njw51fwSiUPaLvAllNbsrekg/s400/1123001638-1.jpg" /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;">I love my little Liam!!!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;">I have not mentioned this about <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Declan</span> before, but he has been potty trained since the beginning of September!! It seriously <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">happened</span> OVER NIGHT. AMAZING!! He pretty much did it on his own. I remember the night before he had an accident. I was not too happy and Kris was there too. Kris talked to him and told him that he needs to start being a big boy. He can go on the potty. He knows how. Big boys do not need diapers and mom's help changing him. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">Declan</span> looked at me and started crying, and said, "Sorry Mom." It broke my heart. I think he really needed to hear from his dad just how easy it is and that he is a big boy and does not need his mom to change his diapers anymore. The next day I did not even ask him to go. He did it on his own. It was great! I could not <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">belive</span> it. Sure he has had accidents here and there. But that's to be expected. It is hard not to get mad about it, but I realized the calmer you are about it, the better it is for them. I'm very proud of him. I knew he could do it...and I'm so glad I do not have to buy Pull-ups for him anymore!! Just one baby in Diaper's now.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;">We went to Manila for Thanksgiving Day. Kris finally came home from Colorado the day before!! It is so nice having him back! He's dead tired, but I do not blame him. He worked 3 weeks straight this last time. No break. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">Declan</span> sure missed him to. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">Declan</span> was getting to the point of where whenever he would get in trouble he would tell me, "I miss dad." <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error">haha</span>...stinker! Anyways, my mom's food was delicious as usual. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error">Dez</span>, Geoff, and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error">Phoebee</span> were there. It was nice, too short of a visit, but nice. Wish Chase and his family could have been there, but we'll see them in January!!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Then the next day we had "Thanksgiving" at Kris's parents house. All the siblings, spouses, kids were there. Full house. Yummy food. Good times. We <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">happened</span> to take some family pictures, thanks to Becky and Becky's <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error">Tri</span>-pod :) Pretty much all of the Mullins boys HATE taking pictures. So most of them weren't too peachy when they heard the words "Lets quickly take family pictures." Mostly Kris, but... Here's some of them. Don't mind Kris. I think he really does like his family...<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error">ahhaa</span>.</span></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNDT3JcgKquPDYef9F6WSrbdODdvi9l9YEyqR_MMMLTqofbcFH8lKK8vacDjcaqDbsmESm2MpHY1LBUSTdcSH6jwUiVqDbJuBysEkcts8P1GqK2pmis9ajS_YWDIAkY_dqqDSpuA/s1600/DSC_0030_A.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545758718044378370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNDT3JcgKquPDYef9F6WSrbdODdvi9l9YEyqR_MMMLTqofbcFH8lKK8vacDjcaqDbsmESm2MpHY1LBUSTdcSH6jwUiVqDbJuBysEkcts8P1GqK2pmis9ajS_YWDIAkY_dqqDSpuA/s400/DSC_0030_A.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;">Our family of 4 :)<br /></span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdg-HDW93LNm3i_MBSyouTZkK1TjX8tgEcVr_JASsxe43FH7iXJ-8eFrBvBxksi9HRUV5DaFvnUNyPnPT8M_g9ftmpecy1UQN2FqsMWVaOWSHJD9ujgeckLhOcEY3TvAfFTRW0xw/s1600/DSC_0023_A.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545758624296960610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdg-HDW93LNm3i_MBSyouTZkK1TjX8tgEcVr_JASsxe43FH7iXJ-8eFrBvBxksi9HRUV5DaFvnUNyPnPT8M_g9ftmpecy1UQN2FqsMWVaOWSHJD9ujgeckLhOcEY3TvAfFTRW0xw/s400/DSC_0023_A.jpg" /></a> This was Bonnie's, Kris's mom's, favorite. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Every one's</span> smiling (except Kris), because <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error">Malloree</span> is pulling Larry's hair :)<br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545758620588781538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiISQaM_L3u31bGEXeCMy5tmX7ZT3la4VO3N2yzGZ0bLJzSTX3cdq8bngGPafpKjfIMrJ8j_ForNc1b7y7YW8XQ7B-9uIwafay6TNGxqyddXwlja6vElvea4lZJrb-97pSZEguuXA/s400/DSC_0017_A.jpg" /> <span style="font-family:arial;">Then all the Mullins <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error">Grandkiddo's</span>!!<br /></span></div><div></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">I hope you all had a good Thanksgiving. We did. Grateful for Family, Friends, Health, Shelter, Food, Transportation, JOBS...very blessed life.</span></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">A little Slice of Dez and Geoff</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35607936.post-41920587323188407382010-11-10T09:36:00.001-08:002010-11-10T10:30:04.340-08:00My GOOBER's 3!!!<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537981209990947954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKfX16UJuQi1_QY-S5BT_NZpzsxKCZFhzKF_u1QMr_qpZN1fgv4TL59devMgmdbZ2iSM6nUdNpQzIrwMDPvO9YpJHZcc9b1mK6oUkwa-hXwWJ2WsDU9IEVfkPFiyRJ7Yn5r5HRCA/s320/SANY1505-2.JPG" /> <strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Declan Richard Mullins</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>November 2nd, 2007</strong><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">My sweet Declan is now 3. It amazes me how much they grow and learn in 3 years. He is so sweet. He is one of the most entertaining kids <strong><em>EVER</em></strong>. Not a dull moment with him. The things he comes up with just cracks me up, and everyone around him. He will always be my baby. I look at him all the time and wonder what would life be like if he was not the fighter that he was when he was born. I could not imagine not having him here. I thank Heavenly Father from the bottom of my heart that he let Declan stay here on Earth with us. I hear and know of friends/people who have lost their child and it is heart wrenching. He is such a <em><strong>JOY</strong></em>. I am one blessed Mother. I love my <strong><em>GOOBER!!!</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Here are some pictures of his birthday party when his daddy was home for the weekend</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><strong><em>November 6th, 2010. Saturday</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">(Which was so nice to have Kris home for 3 days)<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537981232152183634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUdVALrNa_osB-REHmvzIr971X0p4jP6Wu7Mv93aYRAF6xPwviS4kkc-JW3cJtSaMO1wb2NTZvW2ih8cBx2vPQrnQje1MHPnmYOQkVl6sRxDy4WSdYgYvTA79rBQce0NAlSyBsaA/s320/SANY1543-1.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537981224103342162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWoaXH1FeqkG1SNtpYdmflfuxB0myEIdqAniwrdaaYKf7m8PkP7asD1kmVk8vbdw8RK5gD-jANxOAZORPr6Fr7ZJ3qbxe_L_kDQjui1BJfUPkZ-cr4e9-bswvs1jrk11OVGdtRFw/s320/SANY1542.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537981217892414338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz5WfsplMWqJVW82vC76lmYtsc5BTStaOmDAViAa7R37Dm2PbwBl2RBJXlvWugYu_ZHFgf7NkF_XTs9Bdk64aBKQmx6fnqcMCdGMdBM8yrKv85fUuE0EWnsor6amULxQfuc5fowQ/s320/SANY1540.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537981214332387154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCLnK2B3ppej_au3FHQLg0BUp1Nh1No4Rt8kQtQpi6HmcMhWcq_k8mw39nFX0BqRq2fhtzQ4_in5U37XW_KZoGCXjy6OlPtlK86t8o077261M0L4vVJbuSfo4dBKrtaCQbnyZsVQ/s320/SANY1538-1.JPG" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">My Birthday Viking Boy! haha <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537979682764587954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSvNKmnNqa0F2z6YGfZ8NbVQAeXjqhq6Gky9A-bkj3szX9dVDFLE8hOtJfRCiDm3PRe_DVvC_b6E2rmiBBJYMGD3Ort5hyphenhyphenO10FNMUA69t9xiC23H5SWBnEtiXBW3KPto3NwR2vAg/s320/SANY1544.JPG" /></span><br /><div><div><div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537979701840634450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoLPrZR80JNDr03XV_CWn-xtyuHV9q8lSO9mJ27L3VLVPFr8OC-e8XCkSEJC_udtm4E1PsL3kKsmxJjdaEBwRgJlUNlI3F1DqNfiUN09B1fk3mXYda-LsRlS30MlBZ9yPa7VZxlQ/s320/SANY1546.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537979693700602818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCEYwWzqujucxCgxv_TknyhXKurSuItHVZfisETRnDD5XhgNWuamnxuwZlkmlY8yC7EPOfiRMtQhyphenhyphenKBn5G9_jEMzDweL-RD6Bm0UcTLnYqbl-xqD7wKIsY6r61JCU7WSRP-KDr9A/s320/SANY1545-1.JPG" /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Put Viking hats on the dead animals as well :) hee-hee<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537979704178292066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc13m7QwYhFgc1ovOHj7JpnTGN0c3TYPw8ldD6vJfp0MSdFz3wscaprFrIXMTArNPrPdZIcBKlCr5l5YmQA7XDnf6sRZEPk3MRVhDglshCDjsCPlIdNqBAN7qH9zeaC-E-nGOAKw/s320/SANY1550-1.JPG" /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Could not help but take a picture of Bridger<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537979716419092210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjvwPayTW_JUQOkqom7VHCUckv5EOyotXCWG-SgG_Wwx1bidFRkMm9beae0naMga5r30G4OJH_6FzI0ykL2cnKhdhPgLz6IP-SYNEGL_E7-WCtRabdiJoKj_Bf4_NXJ1Zk_vCUDw/s320/SANY1553-1.JPG" /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Opening presents. He got TONS!! THANKS EVERYONE!! </span><br /><div><div><div><div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537978984288673538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhggrnRolwQhXyuDURg_nOGZrDqLtVud9R4mVpX1-P16Q9H40XZte5uFf8AEM7Sd-T3uX4C-Kpgu0fdkIQKxqtF0GvCjysKYjxfRzAgEbHJBkMHsLQehaBhqAs6jYasshj2ndMh0Q/s320/SANY1565-1.JPG" /><span style="font-family:arial;">Crocodile Pillow that Grandpa Larry got him... <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537978978931710434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUz7htxvIXMJb5CamwMrIn5eR2BTqNQYl4ZWz78v_i0gL7k3onsbLIjTOtbjqW-MQYiXM4Gg5VkY2KhaUeiLT0loqUqZT6WiLYpc9t6nYxxa-V4eE37H5NUbXzaNc2js61XAbsDg/s320/SANY1564.JPG" /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">He got Woody, Bulls-eye, and Buzz... HE WAS THRILLED(as you can see) <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537978976692396834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaLktibK3qz48bQ-OYwrCN98ieAH6iTZp4bCIxCZJ2fXCmxhJFkl0vIIz3WtAjGfpBq2sDUnLvzreB-iaKmuOQWLQI7ZiJvDkjqDvJQ7cWYRvqcZoimNqNTJI1DcKUdvJwffCtWg/s320/SANY1562-1.JPG" /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Daddy and Liam <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537978969228352898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj19m_JB2RIRj0s2LSKVpnQ2w4cWC2IRtOf9iFJSwN01t_2ML3Zf5yh06-n7c9OgVOtKmgEeUGpqGyvGcJOZrPsB7JLpkc7YZsjokS9_Tdesfi15Xkfxb_t2QGfbRhpV8B2_Tfxlg/s320/SANY1559-1.JPG" /></span><br /><div><div><div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537978959428069586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUjGGkasyYgd5LxgNZQ2HflMCi8O4SaKWptUrSh_-YEO9lW4KQOyIeF8jMvISuzVFZh4-wGwh7w_v40Bq1EdcIjwIapvif3POtHJoeH95z2oZVYktXB0OtKIUXJy4ZAzRIy1Sn5A/s320/SANY1556-1.JPG" /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Mr. Liam, at 4 Months</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">(I'll do an update on him as soon as I take him to the doctor for his 4 month check up) <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537977783256105698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPTdAcw2seonhqaqKBWXpbaGLANWzm_pe7HY-2a3pBUwvIfKmsODeCOnybqznw0526aUhktwaVdb6K9nt2egHphONHyGnJYsvif6q9V8IOqQfPCkhsalpaZwO6zfh0XRJ2Vl7XOw/s320/SANY1571-1.JPG" /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Tried to get a smile out of Malloree, but she was just staring at me :) haha<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537977777844188018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjliV7MKFvOdi_kiVMULDkFUlx_PJYuUbe-gxPlOkvpXT2FsCfIQOVdFaATsj-VcIPVxfHmXfPR1E-pMSOwqhMA-uyvohuyRH0gXtAFb_m22ylCYv35-lLHYhjkQppwMo0_zpJXOA/s320/SANY1570-1.JPG" /></span> <div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Grandma Bert and Wayne with Liam, watching Declan open presents</span></div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537977771950673746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHm8aKPkAwJiXjfZFoyuXsX9db88tVHcQqLA2P1rh5h2YL-6nev6Cr36xpe2LKH34yrtOaIESPnpvfawunKm-tg1_doZQUYXjrvo93hIKNx7R9VL5xBva-DConPYlDlFqGXfOeYw/s320/SANY1568-1.JPG" /></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">HE GOT TOOTHLESS!! It's HUGE!!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537977788204900626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHWDwYY5ZtXgSBsYApfQ_TNOXvv_5jHlroGDqQqUJj8qkD7QuE8NSMm0mFhz7UBWU4yrOChkhPJGSRzSoz0AOgpPEMEmPI00iP9H4MqIxN4yN6cFvp3rYEhKxqI4LsrqjpO44HPg/s320/SANY1575-1.JPG" /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Back of the Cake...Not the best looking cake(made it at the last minute, did not go as planned)</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">It was yummy though! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537976777562696418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEissPs_N-UHUk8JiYU2TY0AcxNZuRmNOkoKNteGA38vianrOQPswhMovS19XDAfhtNb07HkfXRKL2YOx7iOQKQck-zQ_9TBJAJof22pQ3SFNCG-FEsra2QrhzRxFWm8nL9YPVTVKw/s320/SANY1576-1.JPG" /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">My 'Hill' with Dragons!!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537976753885528498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn1j-ar1d_s53R8MsvR2wVcLDlXQKhn6pKfehKqSZXDj4ogFM7J59AYfDZVb0KFPUhrOhSFLpfa8rZ7hD_5-9-NzdXWBg2AR8P4l9Ps0aqRvT2S78RakokG1sm26CB0FtOPGxw6Q/s320/SANY1582-1.JPG" /></span> <div><div><div><div> <span style="font-family:arial;">Kris and Becky passing out the cake... <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537976771301737794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ_vGuiz6kTRjQ132dv_7HoGwbc7GgI8I65lIKelcjFnj5g4OriPC7ZJIYOKAjxSoUDuSWNrEXT-0tsLD5tQf5qsboJcm3x5EPIr80i84xxHCKOxrwm6tIbYquZAjTVNvyLfvlTw/s320/SANY1579-1.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537976763711734994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-neNYWQtvJTAYJRMSF_nMmcVOkcGCu3zFUgBBj2sricZiL5KlTSkfFwSBkGo1HE1sWg1nghz2C8AXnK9VYPWX1ZWNX6ur-6m4Hsc-YkZ3NppdCJnkcIit-YzhyOzkDoweRzG3IQ/s320/SANY1580-1.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537976758089168434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisPQ3AQjM8Ib9SvrtxthMFQDd7aUH1lhnABCrfxbZ1uGvUPqv8uByj3zfgK6eRMG3LR7RzfAUO7De3QzbPjg3JLB5bWUREtmYBmC2xTckh_VsNes2vFdi6b7niS8ZlydhLSaJz-A/s320/SANY1581.JPG" /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Here's us singing to the birthday boy! It's so funny. He tried to blow out the candle before we were done, but Kris stopped him! haha..</span> <div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"> <iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwjpAdimkPVok7cmbfU4gelVpSzrV2QrlpT3UYIAfXEq745F5003oEJWje50P3uRLp1DALiENuwE4A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">He also had my parents, Kylee and cousin Bree come in on his birthday. They got him tons of presents as well. A Bouncy ball, as you can see in the video below. He had such a good Birthday week. Thanks to everyone of coarse. He had his Aunt Dez call him, and Uncle Chase... we have such a great family that loves our Goober so much.</span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><div> </div><div>Here's a video of him on the bouncy ball falling... don't mind my giggle... and me moving my digital camera in odd angles... ENJOY!</span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxU7jcs5WdX4vKMzqIg7WH-4t01iQ8knL3YultWeColJLU7T1xGanbj0RuItR7U0CmYB5Y6m9L3EA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">A little Slice of Dez and Geoff</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35607936.post-54675197563095903742010-11-10T09:00:00.001-08:002010-11-10T09:27:31.076-08:00Trunk or Treat<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">We had a great (day before) Halloween. We went to the Stake Center here in Green River. There were a lot of cars and kids. Good fun. It was our first Trunk or Treat. Declan really enjoyed himself. Everyone LOVED his costume and got so many compliments. They would see him and say "HEY MIKE!" haha... It was also pretty funny when they would go to give him candy they did not know where to put it, so Declan would point to his costume (Mike's mouth) and say, "Put it in his mouth." A really cute feature I thought. It had a little pouch in the front for candy. Of coarse it filled up quickly...so I had to carry around anther bag/bucket to take candy out of his costume to make room for some more. It was fun, until it started raining and blowing pretty good. Other than that we had a blast! Missed Kris though....<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537967523761326706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv7y0AwBBmZ0-LIFd1NVDEswgczfvcg_4OVpG4yJTUb-Xckcy8Uly8-kesasmXpYf1ER0oc0RyBryQYb4sUL-Qs4P_J7pI6rKleURIv4fgOSJAk2SauNv9hLu4TwLA3aF10vuo5Q/s320/DSC_0288.JPG" /></span> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Cousins ready to go Trick or Treating together. SO FUN and CUTE! haha...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Liam(Monster), Declan(Mike Wazowski), Bridger(Gator), Malloree(Utah Jazz Bear)...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537967520945154930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-wy5o2CH2sntdMZvtxf8KQbj00s_kC1JLMZYCpe51iuOj36en4OawyLd3euus8sTI4GFNru0ZFH9kmFJV-F_reG0tZTgcr0285x4-HvC9QLXNjpp0FQ8YB3DViSsaj5hsciXBVQ/s320/DSC_0275.JPG" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Mike Wazowski!!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537967518594875522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix1B5zNVHMl54wqfWTuAmCiTCFJcZfpg8NDqgoODztiZmtFkHcNdbFjs8jwm2l6Psy91d05THqGOMGZuwvmBsGhKBJGE-6mqKfTReX_sfDBjklZa33c1aD0ET77Mn3AIzr8MbPsg/s320/DSC_0274.JPG" /></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;">Little Monster Liam</span><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537967534735696962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZSz41_c4sDgtJ6RD2PdanbdmDWInLkmMNWGlP7-7QBPeZKHGxjhSyo3SH0Z3ilFmC6_TWGM2vZDnAuhyphenhyphenh2pklAdPTCswuHsQT_mSQaP78P5msPy7403G9jLey8l40hwpshQp0TQ/s320/SANY1460-1.JPG" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Me, Liam and Declan waiting for it to start...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537967544026109122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ9BBjMTfm2q8KMdkp0NcagXbFA45CsR8EqmkSAOOQDQjdC4_NX4SK7QcE-ak5OcQKw7IQgL-sIYGIjIZyIPb9-p-qbEEqcyBQfPZgLqStW2ZESNtaczvxlPVC9AXmJ39g5ea-6A/s320/SANY1461-1.JPG" /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">TRICK OR TREAT!!!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537968304747531234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLLb3_7xZIDTo7djC9h7_BRxtZ9cBiKzNC657PXuPOI040kVtXqIJvwvXmMSJAOVyCtKA1AhKQXLPcCQU19Qhb8chiYuM8FQciuCOVWqYPUpQ89e87lgfeOe3f_lV6t6YjZhH2cw/s320/SANY1463-1.JPG" /></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;">In the car when it started getting COLD!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537968323858826834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXR0hJ7_T8jv2-SxU2Gxl7xxZxKWzfjYmpZNktyZwRdwcsMdZ0h04oi3OTGV_db_Ky8x2f4mM_xJK4nWv1wcP2vxDHUiLFoqlVHg8FcfPZby2veYrq8pbK8Yi19f9PwcUCB8dt4Q/s320/SANY1469-1.JPG" /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Kym and Miss Malloree<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537968315094382178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE_Ru-rBA9rY3UJOL00C5RhTYLLSxIaKq7E_oL3NyvfTMff60c69DQ7EHow_lLTVdhtyK5WIytrmA76hLVuXTAOFiE7f4UmC6Vw0UDZEnndOLMrdZMAtl-yQIGkDfcLHsF4Nx52g/s320/SANY1464.JPG" /></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;">Us four were shoved in the back of a 4-Runner Toyota. Tight squeeze, but FUN!! haha<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537968321330390082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr5lVeASOKV-TInEUc7c3J3wyUFidX2jA3uLCMC6zoEkbLjrTT6dOzgAOdeFFTFVyPuEmsirlQoGJdAWtgfX462hNPUE1Ce3YGc21GWI9IYvSJNUJCpa0m5KSfYyYO-vwr_MKeag/s320/SANY1466.JPG" /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Pitch dark in the back, but Declan still pulled off a smile and looked at the camera! haha..</span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">His face cracks me up!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537969739775416322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTKml27AETsVLP4ptoze04bLBXsYWVnr0O7v3i7jpLrPTZc8GbRoKhayllF_TSbmgK49W2g3D5OwCa9BSkB8ZQ0p02gn0n5s5T_mr-CBUFrNwZJd-i5wwjhtOa45SOEW_-mdymtw/s320/SANY1479-1.JPG" /></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;">After the fun night at the Stake Center...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537969747289825890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwS8MMognqce3euHSxqiM3vm7xkUPSSZfBDnnGam4jnqNQSYGaBC-WHV0Ry9YImqv-7Odu4PrKXa1gpd1sY_JYSW-J5_nUmcMthNNsaU5smoBUg2-2nM85aAhxcJYfGMoTy5AQeQ/s320/SANY1480-1.JPG" /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">My cute little Monster...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537972818752498930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXovYZwdxljsJysmg4ujbomB8CjAv9wzk0Md2BjX-06A_fh6KC8YJ-UuAhJtktROOWU3yqQojGaj6BMa4GJ4qeN-n870eOeBH72UP9tjSFRdvnspXuCzgQPjE5JkXVRwA4G16Kzg/s320/SANY1474-1.JPG" /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537968326537228066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMv4ZRPM1FnrXXV4ZzHo5V9G3BCSsGrS2YM5xGvpgC1SGkLrPK1vSs2v-xepzTKnSL7kqq3_oe_LFufxK7CJ7UKHScUv4PDscBKizLgDDxqtftiNxlJ2Y6GWYnJlvvr7B2-Q3Myg/s320/SANY1472-2.JPG" /></span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXRi9B_qvnCq8xtyee3awEfXjWCL0J2hn9FWeuHP7Zvo_JpJWkqLA7OwMD_I2hlOKT8r11w5KuKY_yZUcJ5jN94CFvzWE9OqpGhkr_ohL4EKOWqSaFLaiSf5v9dq66p17X7YgoNw/s1600/SANY1475-1.JPG"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537969727835756402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXRi9B_qvnCq8xtyee3awEfXjWCL0J2hn9FWeuHP7Zvo_JpJWkqLA7OwMD_I2hlOKT8r11w5KuKY_yZUcJ5jN94CFvzWE9OqpGhkr_ohL4EKOWqSaFLaiSf5v9dq66p17X7YgoNw/s320/SANY1475-1.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"><strong>I <em>love</em> this time of the year!!!</strong></span></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">A little Slice of Dez and Geoff</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35607936.post-72794220257862002222010-10-25T21:33:00.000-07:002010-10-25T22:18:07.828-07:00...Fun Pumpkin carving...<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Well,</strong> <strong>tonight Declan really wanted to carve a pumpkin REALLY bad. So when I was off work at 5, that's what we started to do. He kept telling me to "Open Pumpkin Mom." Here's pictures of the night...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigqgDpSPFokRa42UrexdONyhWfVsBk2OBfYRLIJZYe20Bx_eA8RSKzpGa4vVhyphenhyphenhwI0lMpEQVuxMjO9ouP2olxXv4zrSvDy2AV4czJCk4XtLPwmje5V9LMM89G-l_zc7PuGkWH7LQ/s1600/SANY1330-2.JPG"><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532215723058921218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigqgDpSPFokRa42UrexdONyhWfVsBk2OBfYRLIJZYe20Bx_eA8RSKzpGa4vVhyphenhyphenhwI0lMpEQVuxMjO9ouP2olxXv4zrSvDy2AV4czJCk4XtLPwmje5V9LMM89G-l_zc7PuGkWH7LQ/s320/SANY1330-2.JPG" /></strong></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532215707125243538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYGKuognGLdsp309Nd5tDEQZhcJeJRMpvQPo2cS_dS61YM9UwEz9yE_we3-zZPhB9-LW4oHjkd-b-oJlaZ_69F01xuuNI89yjITDVOAQGsDztumFqdxZyTI0wFVHQwNsAnAsyoWQ/s320/SANY1333-3.JPG" /> Declan opening the Pumpkin...<br /></strong></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJq1aFnLFRG0eboJ-c85knSW315Rvh1smnrcA85zA6WUu9t65le6V3_v-ZnyHnnDiEZrctBuxckggJhKUNK0mnyua9zMr5LgP50d4TG5piplcpbdy-xYbBduJON2bR4CVhCkfjgQ/s1600/SANY1331-1.JPG"><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532215715987379506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJq1aFnLFRG0eboJ-c85knSW315Rvh1smnrcA85zA6WUu9t65le6V3_v-ZnyHnnDiEZrctBuxckggJhKUNK0mnyua9zMr5LgP50d4TG5piplcpbdy-xYbBduJON2bR4CVhCkfjgQ/s320/SANY1331-1.JPG" /></strong></a><strong> </strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhghUlW1LxP1CjFkioQbM727h36FLSTe9Kex-56TyAu_wK6J2zb3hTUamgymXZ2ZBSnJiGxRQHaMuxT8-in4WP_JrGMzCEIj_MXvq5i1KxroHl5gaIXi9TFkaccjG11spha_pqcnA/s1600/SANY1332-1.JPG"><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532215710404899170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhghUlW1LxP1CjFkioQbM727h36FLSTe9Kex-56TyAu_wK6J2zb3hTUamgymXZ2ZBSnJiGxRQHaMuxT8-in4WP_JrGMzCEIj_MXvq5i1KxroHl5gaIXi9TFkaccjG11spha_pqcnA/s320/SANY1332-1.JPG" /></strong></a><strong> <span style="font-family:arial;">Declan seeing the GUTS... haha</span><br /></strong><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiliKPvAog5aVr_IvZkx60bF07cIzbdZiTPAaiEAiQgjAqIVeAXvgDMrCVA3So55zfmhwg4KQI3b2s6Iw0LbINDYS-RInd_TWJi-x4Ml0b-CAu2vWtjL1ee2l3qXgZvxoDGBqWPuw/s1600/SANY1335-1.JPG"><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532214779813179266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiliKPvAog5aVr_IvZkx60bF07cIzbdZiTPAaiEAiQgjAqIVeAXvgDMrCVA3So55zfmhwg4KQI3b2s6Iw0LbINDYS-RInd_TWJi-x4Ml0b-CAu2vWtjL1ee2l3qXgZvxoDGBqWPuw/s320/SANY1335-1.JPG" /></strong></a><strong> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532214775683864114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz6LIuvqKSqUbkw37huJGRhjqz91youRp4bv5ZMiWlt-PYYUMqfMZ3_TYumaTNIgWI2Rfnnu6wSHtdpiHhO1Tb6_z7cSLIZT3ibQvTN77EJlE6VjM8Yu3MHBSVKWXMhuVsgkJY5A/s320/SANY1336-2.JPG" /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Declan and his spoon. You know...you would think little kids would LOVE to just stick their hands in it and get dirty right? NOPE, not my kid. I told him to just start grabbing and he replied, "No. I'll get <em>dirrrtty</em> Mom." I guess I am raising MONK, OCD. haha...</span><br /><br /></strong><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdLMpaJk2FgGrLfGW6-2BuPooXW2FhIpKDjXJTWa3cVHrS0D62xIAFx_DMUwOJamucjztppdk17G3vgh52WW67fYxYkWyAPc1gK0h_i5Y20_kFU-XC_ZU-XH_OlgPOtR3NxksqeQ/s1600/SANY1339.JPG"><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532214773655602642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdLMpaJk2FgGrLfGW6-2BuPooXW2FhIpKDjXJTWa3cVHrS0D62xIAFx_DMUwOJamucjztppdk17G3vgh52WW67fYxYkWyAPc1gK0h_i5Y20_kFU-XC_ZU-XH_OlgPOtR3NxksqeQ/s320/SANY1339.JPG" /></strong></a><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532214766971353602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXla5vJS8z7-qvbfvVn5wIpx4a6BXbZ7K5zASUfqZdfX96K5EBwR9Mm84rL6amSaw7btRTBYRDope7curL4KAsDhlm7eYZkrolRBxVJpQChSz6siRA7iQtb3GwlaRN8LzkcVgulw/s320/SANY1340-1.JPG" /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Declan took the camera and decided that I needed to be in pictures too. Not bad for a 2, almost 3, year old :) I'm carving a spider and a spider web... Then we painted the web white and the spider black... It was a fun night. Liam was just on the floor watching me and Declan the whole time. </span><br /></strong><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiZIUNawrhhbZmH9K_d9_Ge2t2hOGdr7vMM2dauB1S44Jx22DaS_sN08SIApj8oQ9xx8G72wf8Ipk0Gjh72u0htFwIbHxoz77XIMRA2VmM5OYcTrRUafe5rBQPe60hzBOmYPrhiA/s1600/SANY1344.JPG"><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532214764083858482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiZIUNawrhhbZmH9K_d9_Ge2t2hOGdr7vMM2dauB1S44Jx22DaS_sN08SIApj8oQ9xx8G72wf8Ipk0Gjh72u0htFwIbHxoz77XIMRA2VmM5OYcTrRUafe5rBQPe60hzBOmYPrhiA/s320/SANY1344.JPG" /></strong></a><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"> Oooooo's...and...AAAAhhhh's....<br /></span><br /></strong><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKQ_UV-Kq5l2OWQH24uz0hi03-7eB0ltWGx1I2b5LfWYM6VNie1UgW6EXE_e-_wJjUPJA6xetWRXWu9K0h-d_oUCFTFjDb6ZVCkDARclvJBnBJUKHxMQw7toITZLf0ThAZmyfyMw/s1600/SANY1353.JPG"><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532214248651516610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKQ_UV-Kq5l2OWQH24uz0hi03-7eB0ltWGx1I2b5LfWYM6VNie1UgW6EXE_e-_wJjUPJA6xetWRXWu9K0h-d_oUCFTFjDb6ZVCkDARclvJBnBJUKHxMQw7toITZLf0ThAZmyfyMw/s320/SANY1353.JPG" /></strong></a><strong> <span style="font-family:arial;">My handsome little Mr. Goober...so proud of his pumpkin...</span><br /></strong><div></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>And of coarse I had to pose Liam next to it. He was there for it. That counts!</strong></span></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinDxWxkVWpX8R_SE5Fm5R60fTDdZ6kEUy4WQpepzkaCXg4KW4bGf0kQ1zRJTbo3qkyBuIUpn3MWDQVa1MwSyqTSrQEXbB_OjtMYG5h22aEWyUaeYceeEtO5rwaqw6RKmWYItxaNg/s1600/SANY1355-2.JPG"><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532214244402746674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinDxWxkVWpX8R_SE5Fm5R60fTDdZ6kEUy4WQpepzkaCXg4KW4bGf0kQ1zRJTbo3qkyBuIUpn3MWDQVa1MwSyqTSrQEXbB_OjtMYG5h22aEWyUaeYceeEtO5rwaqw6RKmWYItxaNg/s320/SANY1355-2.JPG" /></strong></a><strong> </strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Look at him! I just love his smile. Melts my heart on ANY bad day...<br /></strong></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiyCZQfSnFXB31yaYw-pxLtwqWulWlUjHRb0E89YBvbVMMtD2XQsX5bXRv81kEOPNncLAxEYJEkeEbl0QU2cjdFt7K0DtXpS-4nC_N4NiSWQtz1-7v-X4XMIBSJSAHLXjphM5rXw/s1600/SANY1364-2.JPG"><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532214235839772050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiyCZQfSnFXB31yaYw-pxLtwqWulWlUjHRb0E89YBvbVMMtD2XQsX5bXRv81kEOPNncLAxEYJEkeEbl0QU2cjdFt7K0DtXpS-4nC_N4NiSWQtz1-7v-X4XMIBSJSAHLXjphM5rXw/s320/SANY1364-2.JPG" /></strong></a><strong><br /></strong><div><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532214229602058242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCI7w6LHXIm8Rq_gA77NUYxcvEug3PXv1Efl-7hD_AR87Cd7RYqLgeA3IYnqtrDtyULp9Vru8n7-78yREyl-OOxHwv2Yn0KdYu_f7lSLinqreH8wbyp7kepS-zscO8FUq3eawYZQ/s320/SANY1369-2.JPG" /></strong></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Getting so big... growin' like a weed. </strong></span></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6k2hBP1rET0BUDbLyT9csTEA9FxnqOU-b5vGf_6YFcGD3spjJFSfMxesyYE99TKnElym-JqPX7zKeJfbLyJ3wNERzhZVwz9ZVFEu3ePxqtOESqLfdyeMjt6iRDDCVyaUI8Ep-xA/s1600/SANY1368-2.JPG"><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532214231679688178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6k2hBP1rET0BUDbLyT9csTEA9FxnqOU-b5vGf_6YFcGD3spjJFSfMxesyYE99TKnElym-JqPX7zKeJfbLyJ3wNERzhZVwz9ZVFEu3ePxqtOESqLfdyeMjt6iRDDCVyaUI8Ep-xA/s320/SANY1368-2.JPG" /></strong></a><strong><br /><br /></strong><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"><strong>HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!!! </strong></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">A little Slice of Dez and Geoff</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35607936.post-3866064272853892562010-10-25T20:50:00.001-07:002010-10-25T22:18:41.077-07:00SEPTEMBER...and Hunting...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglaNGEdKkRZLyp4ZIDFU4AbU6JCoBpUuu9X04ngFBexVMjyDRELY7YeMpqqpk2qZEyuAn0_EU80I3s-H_oiU3tFyaAi-hNX_zSNmHMb4voM6KcEf39iQUxfGMKWFFhXbXTVMfRZg/s1600/SANY1344.JPG"></a><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">10/10/2010...</span>I was in Cedar City to attend my new niece's blessing. It was so great to go down there and to witness this. I was touched of coarse, because my sister and her husband got up after the blessing a bore their testimonies...to hear how grateful they were to be parents and that Phoebee is truly a miracle. I was only there for 2 nights, but it was good to get away from work and see my family.</span><br /><br /></strong></div><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532198498571325698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiKtauoLeS6UKuLEfhZrt1RQoVP2-LLPf4iemMbOgKL4R5B2xBPKBZ7ncXQFV8ym2s6h90ZH5kae2QSGKI7DSRc0RzseCy5B8tsfafSOsGpWqFwzIAB25p9gn4j3_IhYrru8cMxA/s320/DSCF4263-1.JPG" /><br /><br /></strong><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Me and Phoebee...</span><br /><br /></strong></div><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532198507284076322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjitCFpsbXKAculwmnPUPHK8U_g157svI59_QWytmZNL3BzcEsWKhlk8SNZPpHRf9Y3mOR35CvB2oSm8OmLpUgaLMEOM_8w-UD0GssfKXGHQMqzo7PVwBqXzDAfL-l2rvd9Ks9a1Q/s320/DSCF4269-1.JPG" /><br /><br /></strong><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Liam and Phoebee...2 months apart :)</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532198503676047522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg04zwG4ahMLnZItau0gcPNkAgkGFLCPSr9qSyiN6fHiI2oXw2-DCuGOZJyGNPaN_Aaco2Me9KwIqtRXSSwc3zhAWQ5-fl_gl0hTU7uTZL-jOBpLR2UIkc0-MigE6cBHXftYjnweQ/s320/Phoebee5.jpg" /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Here just one of my favorite pictures of her!</span><br /><br /></strong></div><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532198500345991922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG2CjsbEwAC9LDm_OzUjbE_xDB3K1SqQxNMBkpuFRWO5Zw1NhVAC70IkKTTQHinWDNn_JlJVdgxczeghipX-qJfWSPmozyz2z4kEvygx7Gi_FE4q_aWfj4yXLToRR8gkZ88gyBog/s320/Family4.jpg" /><br /></strong><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Proud parents Dezaree and Geoff...</span><br /><br /></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">10/16/2010...</span> Kris, Declan and myself went hunting. We drove clear to Rawlins, WY; which is about 2 hours away where we were at. It was a pretty fun day to tell you the truth. This was Declan second time EVER to go hunting. It was nice to have our little family spend time together before Kris left out of town for work for awhile(I'll explain that later). We drove around for a bit trying to see where we could hunt and if there was anything around. Well, long story short we ran into a buck and two doe's. He shot at the small 3 point buck and it seemed to have hit in a good spot. It went around the corner and was just standing there... Declan and I were behind Kris and was watching to see what it was doing. Well, Kris decided to go shoot it again because it was just standing there and he didn't want it to suffer or run...well, it looked straight at Kris and RAN! Kris got on it and found it laying on the ground, and Kris thought, "Oh, it's dead." So he was getting closer and closer and all of a sudden it gets up and RUNS SOME MORE!! Right past Goober and me..ahhaha... Declan said, "Hey. Deer not dead." haha... Long story short. Tracked it for 5 hours, yes with Declan, and couldn't find the buggar! So we gave up and went home because we were losing day light to get out. Kris, his mom, sister and brother all went out the next day and tracked it and found it. Sadly enough the meat was already ruined :( So all Kris got was the antlers. He always gives the meat to his mom, but not this year.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532198506286475778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqySwZsf-ECiNfP2qSsBLuy8-h_8aQDXUIYjGzqrB2d5I2P-jR4NWTC5x1_0mlSfJGWP5BaRHFM2-8YNPeRv4oDwF8d-bnQZY-fiXXmNhlHrL0EYnwRmRcvEknILnAxCTtOd0AMA/s320/SANY1296-1.JPG" /></strong><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Here's Declan right after witnessing dad shooting a deer...priceless...<br /></span><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxSO7dVUZblNYIE6IWcmvFFKlUdYarzrNMwTvBRPsX5-ZzldUn8UjBw04IT4YfoIF-NSNMaEGfvZpo' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">This is the deer when we went around the corner of the hill... he stood there for a bit..then you'll see him look at Kris and it RAN for DEER life...ahhaa...(put a little joke in there for ya)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Back to explaining Kris's working out of town situation: He left Monday, 18th, for Rifle Colorado. He'll be there until November 6th and 7th. Then he'll leave again until Thanksgiving. Then after that he'll go back and probably will not be back until Christmas. This is the plan. Probably will not be that long, but you never know. Just depends on how fast the job goes. I really miss him when I am not working, but I am TRULY grateful for this job. He is such a hard working person, and does so much for us...and I know he is doing this for us as a family. It'll be hard to be a single parent on Halloween, and miss Declan's 3rd birthday, but it is just a part of life...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /></strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">I LOVE YOU KRIS!!<br /></span><br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">A little Slice of Dez and Geoff</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35607936.post-51241435694198339402010-09-10T11:08:00.001-07:002010-09-10T11:26:31.512-07:00SHE'S HERE!!!<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><br /></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"><strong>My dear older sister Dezaree had her baby girl last night in Cedar City Utah...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515348652943030834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbeKIQ-5S0Lxt578YHHa85hOJrmHu7C-B9Fyp74e8yVDGyYQ8RB6CHDU389tT95oKsj53b7wksv9lSe7e6NSCOpoWBvcrjr-kX7obxvqcvQdIgJCpVIaJtzJA7NVphxpLhXnOXAw/s320/Photo-0076.jpg" /></strong></span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>Phoebee Alfreeda Chesnut</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>6 lbs. 9 oz. 18 inches long</strong></span></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">WOULD YOU LOOK AT THOSE CHEEKS!!!</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663300;">This is such an amazing blessing!! My sister and her husband have been married since May 2000. They pretty much wanted to start a family right away. They have been through so much. It was so hard to see them want a kid SOOOOO bad, and it just was not happening. </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663300;"></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663300;">Dez got pregnant in May of 2009, for the FIRST TIME EVER, all on her own--no medical help. Sadly enough she had a mis-carriage :'( Talk about heart wrenching!! BUT, there was hope. We then KNEW that she COULD get pregnant.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663300;">Then at the end of December we found out that she was pregnant! Everything looked great... and as you can see this little short chubb is the result! I can not write this without crying. I am overwhelmed. They deserve this so much. There is nothing they wanted more in this world than to be parents.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663300;">Heavenly Father really has answered so many Prayers and gave us all such Love and Hope. We all had hope that Dez and Geoff would be able to bring a child into this world, and we all witnessed that it is in Heavenly Father's time. He knows what is best.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663300;">CONGRATS DEZ AND GEOFF!!!</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663300;">WE LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH!!</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663300;">Phoebee, I can not wait to meet you...hold you... and kiss your beautiful face that we have been waiting to see for 10 years. You are such a blessing.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663300;">LOVE YOU PHOEBEE!!</span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">A little Slice of Dez and Geoff</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35607936.post-73648249801572286702010-08-23T10:21:00.000-07:002010-08-23T10:29:21.089-07:00Liam's 1 Month Photoshoot...<div align="center"><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; WIDTH: 480px"><div align="center"><embed height="360" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" src="http://w279.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=" wmode="transparent"></embed></div><a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: left; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" /></a><a href="http://s279.photobucket.com/albums/kk145/kenzeejomullins/?action=view&current=565eb79a.pbw" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: left; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" /></a></div></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;">My sister in law Becky took these.... SHE DID GREAT!! So talented!! THANKS BECKY!!!!</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">A little Slice of Dez and Geoff</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35607936.post-87582388674109568512010-08-09T10:08:00.000-07:002010-08-10T12:54:14.178-07:00Liam's 1 months old!!<div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503843253388788482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ51eWDodawo8kQaA730LN604RwsT4FHnpIysiXfjKn4diUKHJo3Mr_Ct4lUnk5HlJCAMkzES_N9Leibb9fPAZVpgBv81JsSENlMvyNFcHFY9jdnsoyh6VfzE6Q9UERd4qi5eeSQ/s320/SANY1162-1.JPG" /> <span style="font-family:arial;">It is hard to believe it has already been a month since I had my Little Liam. It just boggles my mind. It is just a day that you just can not wait to get here to finally meet them, and when it is over it just FLIES from then on. Liam is such a good baby. I am not just saying that because I am his mom. Everyone saw how good Declan was and a lot of people would say, "Oh, just wait for the next one then." So, I was nervous thinking "Oh great. The next one is going to cry their heads off all the time, because apparently everyone thinks that you can't have all good babies...</span><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div align="center"><div><div><div><div align="center"><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>WELL WE HAVE LUCKED OUT! :D hahaa..</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">He only cries when he is hungry. Seriously that is it. Sure he can get fussy/gas symptoms, but it is nothing. Plus, during the last week he has changed in his sleeping patterns and last night(for instance) he fell asleep at 10:00pm and didn't wake up til' 6:00am!! I know,<strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> LUCKY!!</span></strong> He eats like a little piggy during the day, naps here and there for 2 to 3 hours too. I hope the sleeping at night continues. I am sure he'll wake up earlier than that every now and then, but so far he is waking up only at 5:00am or 6:00am.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Declan loves his little brother. He tries to be helpful, but sometimes a little TOO helpful...here's the story:</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">I was helping a customer in the office...and Kris just got home from work too. Liam started crying and I noticed that Declan went in the house. I thought nothing of it really. I thought he might just be going to go to watch TV or play with his toys. When Kris went around the corner I heard Kris just gasp and raise his voice at Declan saying, "No! No...what you doing?" I have never heard that kind of tone in Kris's voice, and it made my heart <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">DROP!</span></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Declan was being helpful in his own way, heard Liam crying...so he went in there to bring Liam to me since I couldn't get to him. Kris said he walked around the corner and Declan had Liam hanging upside down by a foot on one leg and was holding onto a thigh on the other leg!! I'm so glad he didn't drop him!!! I'm so glad Kris is the one that saw it and not me because I would've died seeing that and probably could never get the image out of my head!!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">It scared Declan to see how scared Kris was and myself. I cried and was moving all of Liam limbs and such to see if he would cry to show any 'hurt' areas...but he's fine! We made Declan understand why that was bad and made him go on his bed(which he cried himself to sleep). He loves his brother, and lets just hope he does not do anything like this <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>AGAIN.</strong></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Anyways, my sister in law Becky took pictures of Liam on August 6th, exactly when he turned 1 month. I had him in a few outfits, and his blessing outfit. Took a few with Declan and a few with me and Kris. I'll post those as soon as I get them.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Liam was blessed by Kris on August 8th. We did it that Sunday because it was the only Sunday that worked before my Brother and his family moved to New York. He got a job in Palmyra to run/manage the Motel by the Temple and Sacred Grove! Pretty neat opportunity, but I/we are sure going to miss them!!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Liam had many family members in the Blessing Circle. Kris, Chase, cousin Tyson, Uncle Robert, soon-to be husband to my cousin Ty, Brother Bird, Brother Marlin, Larry/Grandpa, Kalab, and Jon. I think that's it?? It was a nice turn out. More than I thought would come. Kris did a wonderful blessing! I'm so grateful for him and his testimony and priesthood which he holds! Such a amazing husband and father to us.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">We then had a lunch at Kris's parents(Thanks to my mom and mother in law). Pretty much everyone that was there came to eat. It was really fun to laugh and visit with everyone. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>THANK YOU ALL FOR COMING!!</strong></span> It meant a lot.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Here's some pictures of Liam, Declan and Asher(my brother's son) and some of the Blessing day:<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503843246906678674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk4xPxnajfxm7lsWOwM-pNUXPnm9z6vCX0S3Mnoohq5IOCB_uq1hxo7ssDi3EnbHTN96TYt8ODSDoMta8SxN_S99KkiIeikvbuQ4wbBaN2CFpAEKBwtyO_qKCEkfls0wulswZMxQ/s320/SANY1151-1.JPG" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Asher 6 months...Liam 1 month...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503843251795923666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdNgf7gtHKA848qElgBcitxRMyhzUJ33iL81kM_avgGDXEN2H5Z8Af9AKtOdYXYI1ByzwbEkIbgGwgz_WcMHwrz8kyRw-tmj4ydSznrQfSzEvFq0nYjwgt9QttPQ8WdbrHyavhWQ/s320/SANY1156-1.JPG" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">My nephew's just stinkin' CUTE!!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503843262437573618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8WQQN-CTRqD7gTfcGgW21vbLfPYWB0CtFmIEEDzL4lpgk_6wfSvHNk93s32iJv-oCMw9yCB6heKCTA2icLgCBw-QG5oEdWagJ5WvbKEwxZxgmNI77RSU4ZODSwEgBBDRO-YiZiQ/s320/SANY1173-1.JPG" /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Declan ready for Church...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503843265904601346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglvMNvoN0Aw6kc_gMUpY7IhDxN83ekd_0OCNiYTDaV2zYLJBNeTdVOz122vKe5YK-lZOdqECA2tFpxSt77wgauIcpTgv-gMz1moE0Bk_q42_EoGjTtUwse0yxcrNyFZmRGj2Me5g/s320/SANY1175-1.JPG" /></span></div></div></div></div></div></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">My two handsome boys!!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503863960676737154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtDxpQgiWmBPt8PdqkNptzX3W2-6qApMxgC63jf4BflWpGIBBslfNi1ACEOKmXvefvPznclX6WIqlJX4SILOrNcQ58QPtmifdoWjfb8ZFuDenFdpi-7rUzUCjuheFV35VZ5Hwv5w/s320/SANY1176-2.JPG" /></span></p></div></div></div></div></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">I'm such a lucky mommy to have my Little Liam!!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503863969373003490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij4d-kxXcvQPltqKdiOOGUnWranY9rIc9VbTwf3j7NS_ytFsLlKdGCy8fLO8sxSz3VEvTjRMGvVxrLlyNpQrvnV511T0exP6lHuNwBCbTfSuq21Ji9bhajg2RLMVYg8FUh2DM0OQ/s320/SANY1179-2.JPG" /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Ready to head out the door...</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503863975327210962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOgQCyhwt7fWU-iQy2FgqMg9NC8N1xmTfcSgubxbSK745mNYDRkPsDAMANTbAZY-aoq7GD9koGu9xz9Ps7V7kCxfzWFBWc_ll5rmkkR3F7vxz9jyO6tvW9-Lwu6MLuVBiZ1cS9Ww/s320/SANY1183-1.JPG" /></strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Looks like he wants to say, "You talkin' to me...?"<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503863976625062562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGO7rwHQwI4dTsy-gVikoMKphatc_QqXbQXjAwFxVPBm35etIe4qCd94OaQmDf-esHs7FTdJiI1PCfZpdXjUc3eyztuQPpoxAqFINB_IDCumllV3Uwxvnz991tj4sEK4ED3lWI6A/s320/SANY1184-1.JPG" /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Totally has his Daddy's glare...haha!!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503863981074186898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMKY-X-bMMRPShwVLmDYM3075RqLuLLV_WLt_ddO5JQxS9fNjC4RB5TZk_jHBtJgcIT_cV7DnUrwTuQEfGAlag4YKlyaRaiMJ-SsEG4VmHmvMko-8tP1fvy4ZFmg2BZOQumj-G_g/s320/SANY1185-1.JPG" /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Staring at Goober...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503869075618374066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUmGzBPFqWKRtUjtT0-7KoY9bZO-6stgAFjiyy8yQTwcXrbDs-F0D1jqMSoBwEy3-ZrZQ1HMvkH2BIxmz3O7B-rERIXASwy9eaNniK_1dWWep2giwRpeI4urcz0wk2mduo-dD_gA/s320/SANY1186-1.JPG" /></span></p><br /></div></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503869079263904594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMwu_Si3DpNu9L5k1cYCqAVODm5Mm5fEEM8ZWDRgp2JVYReeh8AGNQ0SqguUdI_le9DfJoRLVlrNzLEUfRKErj_tWr_aDeYdE68HghI1p8irXIovEGIKjFVhkgAGcxMIYsPe4KNQ/s320/SANY1195-1.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503869089036112914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpk5WToqo-3WUNtbZ3dsKzzfaSfNHL5Jt7INe948c20NV65yWkcIcphSiEepNHHDF6mo2Y4D-DQwJUG26wFvNieRgOrQDk_NRP8PAwVOdio1jkSISW2g3EakE923aAkMHk9MghrQ/s320/SANY1199-2.JPG" /></span><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">I love my Mr. Gurggle!!</span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">A little Slice of Dez and Geoff</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35607936.post-54302006187878449582010-07-13T08:23:00.000-07:002010-07-13T10:35:15.855-07:00SURPRISE!!!!!!!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493419269272805010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheZW7AZtlkv9gBtn9GBfytSQ37QzkbxGjSORoiN-3NyM9WnUPw4usewORKAlehTBU3VJQdN2_T5nRN3mwz7guGHUWoEt3PgGi_3uSDqTz8uPc606IcT6ZK4_3-BYeqVYuI62EEQQ/s320/SANY1037-2.JPG" /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Here <strong>HE</strong> is. Yes. <strong>A BOY!!!!</strong> If you have not heard yet, as you can see the Ultra Sounds were not correct. <strong>TWICE</strong>. The little stinker hid his true identity from us. Here's the story from the beginning:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I have been having mild contractions here and there ever since Kris left for Texas (very end of June); which I hit 37 weeks while he was gone. Luckily he got back early/late a.m. on June 30<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span>. He wasn't going to be back til' the afternoon, so that was a nice surprise to have him home and me still pregnant. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I had an appointment that day/morning June 30<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span>. My doctor was concerned and thought I was showing signs of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">preeclampsia</span>. So she had me check into the hospital that afternoon and was probably going to have the little one the next morning, July 1st, my birthday. Well, they monitored me for a bit, and all was well so I got sent home.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">On July 4<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> 'contractions/pains' were getting more constant through out the day, but no pattern really. That morning I thought for sure the little one was going to come, but it died down in the afternoon. The 5<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span>, nothing really all day. I went to bed, couldn't really sleep, and I got up at 2:25am to go to the bathroom. When I was heading back to my bed, as I was lifting up my leg to hop on, I got a little <strong>GUSH</strong>. I jumped back quick enough to not get it on my bed and I thought, "Wait?? I just went pee. " So I went to investigate. I looked, sorry to get graphic, at my underwear. I looked at the liquid and it was not yellow, and it did not smell like pee either. So I stood there for a bit, because it really wasn't quite the 'pop' and 'gush' I got last time with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Declan</span>. But then the more I moved, the more little gushes would come. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I woke up Kris and said, "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Umm</span>... Hon?? I think my water broke." He rolled over, looked at me all squint-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">ee</span>-eyed and shook his head up and down and rolled back over. I laughed and said, "Did you hear me?" He said, "Yep." I said "Okay. I'll start getting things ready." So my water broke right at 2:30am. Kris kept on saying, "2:30am?? Why did it break this early?? Couldn't it have happened like at 9:00am or something?" All while smiling. I told him, "Well, I can't really help stop my water from breaking when all I did was go to the bathroom and went to climb back in bed and there ya have it." He said I shouldn't have gone to the bathroom. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"><strong><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">hahah</span>!!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">So we got <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Declan</span> up. He cooperated really well for it being that early. We got all our luggage. I did office work really quick and let one of my girls know what was going on and for her to be in the office this morning because it was the time. We dropped off <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Declan</span> at Kris's parents. Then we needed gas or we wouldn't have made it to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">Evanston</span> (that would've been bad!). Then he dropped off a blockbuster movie because it would've been late if not turned in today!! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">hahah</span>!! <strong><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">Soooo</span></strong>...by the time we headed out of town it was 3:30am(and that's when the contractions started constant). Kris turned on the hazard lights and off we went. He drove 100 mph for quite a bit. Did not run into any cops. It went pretty smooth. My contractions were 4 minutes apart the whole way.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Got to the hospital and I was sat in a wheel chair. My nurse that was there said, "Are ya sure your water broke?" I stood up and, sorry to get gross again, and there was a puddle were I was sitting. I pointed and I said, "Yep." So I got all gowned up, and layed down and it really started to hurt. I was checked and was a 5. She asked if I wanted an Epidural, <strong>OF COURSE</strong>. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I was finally able to have the Epidural come, which took forever, I swear she drove from Green River to get there. :) I think I finally got it at almost 6:00am. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">She was really nice, and did a good job. It was working great at first, but then I just felt a lot of pressure and pain coming on, and my legs weren't really numb anymore. So they checked me and 'upped' the juice. Well, that only worked for like 10 minutes. By that time it was a different person and he supposedly gave me the 'hard' stuff. Again, that only worked for like 10 minutes, by this time I was a 9...and it just wasn't working :'(!!! They do not know why either, just one of those things...but <strong>OUCH!!! </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">So by that time it was maybe 9:00am-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">ish</span>. Kris's mom just got there at that time, my parents have already been there since maybe 7:00am, maybe earlier. Then it was time to push. <strong>MAN ALIVE, I FELT EVERYTHING.</strong> I did not curse, but boy did I want to. I just remember me saying "Ouch, ouch, OUCH!" "Holy CRAP" and one time I even said, "I can't do it...I can't do it!" <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error">hahaha</span>... what a dork I am. I feel silly. I had my mom on my left leg, my mother-in-law on my right leg...and as Kris said, "He was front row in the bleachers." <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error">ahha</span>.. (My dad was also behind the curtain, but still in the room hearing me scream like a dork).</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"> At 9:18am the little one came out. <strong>BOY </strong>was I relieved. It was the craziest feeling ever to be feeling everything. It hurt, but I am glad I did it and went through that. I looked down and saw the little one come out. I smiled and then my mother-in-law said, "(insert gasp) <strong>it's a BOY</strong>." I looked down and checked, looked at Kris he turned red and was just smiling and laughing, and I shook my head, smiled and giggled.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">You might think I'm crazy, but I honestly did feel this way... I was not <strong>SHOCKED</strong>. I know everyone else was...but I really wasn't for some reason. He just looked beautiful and healthy and couldn't believe that this moment was here. My doctor just kept on saying, "Well you little stinker(over and over again). You really have a mind of your own already."</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">We all got to hold him for a second. It was a great feeling to have him in my arms, and not be rushed away. I could just tell he was okay, and breathing great. I just stared at him and started to get teary. I told him that, "I couldn't be more grateful for another son...even if you are a stinker." He was so alert and just knew my voice, and what a great feeling that was.</span> <span style="font-family:Arial;">What a great surprise he was!! This whole experience was just great, even if the Epidural didn't work--that pain was well worth it indeed.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">So we of coarse did not have a name what so ever for a boy, since we were having such a hard time with a girl name...(maybe that's why because it was a boy, not a girl). We got to go home the very next morning. <strong>ANOTHER GREAT FEELING!</strong> It just was all falling into place and felt so right. It is definitely a different experience, for me at least, taking home a second child than the first. I was not scared at all, I was just READY. Before we went home my doctor came in and checked on me. She said she was sorry about the mix up. She's done this for 20 years and this has NEVER happened. :) I'm glad I'm one of those rare cases...<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error">ahaha</span>...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">We left for home without a name. We had it narrowed down to 4 names. Then finally 2 names. Then we finally named him on Saturday, the 10<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span>. He was 4 days old and finally had a name. The first name <strong>LIAM</strong>. I have always liked. I of coarse heard it from the actor Liam <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error">Neeson</span>, very talented good looking Irishman. Right after hearing we had a boy, as they were cleaning him, Liam popped in my head from no where. Pretty weird. So I told Kris that, and he liked the name too, but of coarse we had other options. Liam means: Strong-Willed Warrior, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Irish</span>. His middle name, <strong>ARCHER</strong>, Kris came up with. He got it from the movie "Blood <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Diamond</span>." It has Leo <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error">DeCaprio</span> in it. About South Africa and the diamond/slavery situation down there(great movie). Leo's character's name is Archer. Kris really has liked this name ever since he's heard it. Archer means: Bowman, English. It fits him well. We couldn't really settle on on one or the other. So we went with both and put them together. Turned out perfect.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"><strong>I am just REALLY GRATEFUL to my Heavenly Father that this whole situation was just wonderful. He's here and healthy. I'm here and healthy. It all just worked out great. I AM BLESSED!!! All the nurses and my doctor were great, and I am thankful.</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></strong><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">Here are some pictures:</span></strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaoaFN28CwVNGiBt6WTU3hWIXmsmDDz8mhq-bSWR2bbgS0Rg0MGR9Rs4Qas_IWpbG5H6vO1tOB1SkZztYjLncn5UaT0i-Hsf1UwJD5y4uQkOTxZfV3kjFoiUb89ClShaeRAHpDSg/s1600/SANY1035-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493419289114284914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaoaFN28CwVNGiBt6WTU3hWIXmsmDDz8mhq-bSWR2bbgS0Rg0MGR9Rs4Qas_IWpbG5H6vO1tOB1SkZztYjLncn5UaT0i-Hsf1UwJD5y4uQkOTxZfV3kjFoiUb89ClShaeRAHpDSg/s320/SANY1035-1.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;">Me checking out his strawberry-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error">blonde</span> hair</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><strong>Liam Archer Mullins</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><strong>July 6<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span>, 2010-Tuesday</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><strong>at 9:18am</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><strong>7 lbs. 7 oz. 21 inches long</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgoWEzqpLH-k_prSbXeZnqgV2E9URypbpzd80CU3o3LQJ-i15SExJ1vp7yXVQIbT0bg2mw9E3pKqYonVW56mwnu66M5W0bwQ55riHAjkuh7KOQVUz1BKfmRhcea-1CdN8ci8LwlA/s1600/SANY1036-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493419279294400818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgoWEzqpLH-k_prSbXeZnqgV2E9URypbpzd80CU3o3LQJ-i15SExJ1vp7yXVQIbT0bg2mw9E3pKqYonVW56mwnu66M5W0bwQ55riHAjkuh7KOQVUz1BKfmRhcea-1CdN8ci8LwlA/s320/SANY1036-1.JPG" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Me trying not to cry...and my mom by my side as well</span> </span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-lyJB3TPBwP3x32ZhtkD7RxvOuU4JrGaqLHw9A-uaE6yu6A6QwrJOYmqZe-pt-65AzRChfSGOq9cQuuDzPPMG9_xbEKf8PtsylBp4RhxIRhVkL-POnK-lHHiFG8WiBDDl-IjOLw/s1600/SANY1038.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493419265317801714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-lyJB3TPBwP3x32ZhtkD7RxvOuU4JrGaqLHw9A-uaE6yu6A6QwrJOYmqZe-pt-65AzRChfSGOq9cQuuDzPPMG9_xbEKf8PtsylBp4RhxIRhVkL-POnK-lHHiFG8WiBDDl-IjOLw/s320/SANY1038.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;">Little cutie!</span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyMosXf0picf4E82pkPpOundWNETJ9dMKSTvg8VPZXMYVyFcdb_VBpozTjr8kWAYU4O5DfXjWGSsMkwDNqPPDF9abfwjAlZQ4t6iCmLQB7uzMRTsXAcps9ifNHtT_Deu7sPLx2Qg/s1600/SANY1040-2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493419256309199266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyMosXf0picf4E82pkPpOundWNETJ9dMKSTvg8VPZXMYVyFcdb_VBpozTjr8kWAYU4O5DfXjWGSsMkwDNqPPDF9abfwjAlZQ4t6iCmLQB7uzMRTsXAcps9ifNHtT_Deu7sPLx2Qg/s320/SANY1040-2.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;">My two sons... I am excited to see them grow up together!</span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5hOsGftTfFugtfC6CsowoTW6WMn9xr_IMOujsgcc7GZIkPPj2xlPmHiNVoWhTQ3_v-tCb977VncWDifOQddkOGCJFsEMthLUKXO9afISLr9YWaTy0qCUx9Hqh9opYKimhLW286g/s1600/SANY1042-2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493418145323491874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5hOsGftTfFugtfC6CsowoTW6WMn9xr_IMOujsgcc7GZIkPPj2xlPmHiNVoWhTQ3_v-tCb977VncWDifOQddkOGCJFsEMthLUKXO9afISLr9YWaTy0qCUx9Hqh9opYKimhLW286g/s320/SANY1042-2.JPG" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> My family that I love so very much!</span><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493418136030156354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilShDJc91t3FPHBDqKMJBfa7Foqmx2u2oT_vdlAvD5A15BGsfsX2_XcgSdkT2V_Ma6KsUQ_JvPyS4wa7s30WJ8a7mYn3elu_qlkdaZj7SYzpT8FtyPBUNShheOQLk8t85fX7GU8A/s320/SANY1046-1.JPG" /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4-36j4bOWQGHfr-fgkV66uMyvNehNQ9PPcmnIqDr5QTm6Q_9lROIMVOXt9Q1L8yj7JQVyNSKwMQWXCw5jrqyMofdam0zs23Aqzt4aAfoAs2DsqhXgyLIj9A8xe96lmQHLQrVvwA/s1600/SANY1048-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493418127072054402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4-36j4bOWQGHfr-fgkV66uMyvNehNQ9PPcmnIqDr5QTm6Q_9lROIMVOXt9Q1L8yj7JQVyNSKwMQWXCw5jrqyMofdam0zs23Aqzt4aAfoAs2DsqhXgyLIj9A8xe96lmQHLQrVvwA/s320/SANY1048-1.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoVHuEM91F5yTBsHoQZa3gNwxsz0qzOYUjsbWxhtzU7TVteISxece0lK0T3VPJpec-1eFUEKaibjPRKn-ZzcPcFuxietWuqc_GrO7rDoCoggjRCl9zEaWEoYbhl3D0_-mVAPWvAA/s1600/SANY1051-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493418119160947394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoVHuEM91F5yTBsHoQZa3gNwxsz0qzOYUjsbWxhtzU7TVteISxece0lK0T3VPJpec-1eFUEKaibjPRKn-ZzcPcFuxietWuqc_GrO7rDoCoggjRCl9zEaWEoYbhl3D0_-mVAPWvAA/s320/SANY1051-1.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;">Heading home!!!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"><strong>WELCOME HOME </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"><strong>LIAM ARCHER MULLINS</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;">WE LOVE YOU!!!</span></strong></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">A little Slice of Dez and Geoff</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35607936.post-76875692122006431882010-07-05T14:53:00.000-07:002010-07-05T21:27:24.888-07:00Just a little update:<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Hey...</span></div><p align="center"><br /></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Gees-Lou-Eez I haven't wrote for quite sometime. My bad. Quite a bit has happened since the last post June 1st. </span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"> I guess what I mostly wanted to post about was the last doctor visit. On June 30th, Wednesday, I had an appointment, just a check up. Well, turns out my blood pressure was a little higher than normal, first time ever. I had protein in my urine, first time ever. Then to top it off I have VERY SWOLLEN feet, ankles, and it has traveled clear up to my knees. No kidding, it is gross. Those three things are the major signs of 'Preeclampsia'. Well, to put it simple it is just dangerous for the mommy and baby. So my doctor said, "You know, I think it's just time to have a baby." I said, "UH???? Can I go home and get my stuff and husband, and get ready?" She smiled and said, "Yes, we'll check you in to the hospital tonight, monitor you and probably will get you going in the morning." </span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"> The next morning was my Birthday, July 1st :) I thought what a nice little present. Then I was starting to get all nervous and excited. Called my hubby to inform him to get ready. My parents and all my siblings...thinking it was definitely going to happen in the morning. So Kris and I head to Evanston and get to the hospital at 3:30pm and was there til' maybe 6:00pm. They took my blood, took my urine, took my blood pressure every 10 minutes...just watching to see how I was and if it was serious.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"> My doctor came in and said, "Well, I have looked at everything we have done and everything looks excellent. Very healthy. I do think the baby is healthy and ready, I just think to wait a little bit longer would be safer/smarter. You'll just have to live with those swollen feet, ankles, legs for a bit longer." I was bummed at first, but of coarse had no problem cooking this little one for longer. I'm not one to push things. I said, "That's fine, whatever you want me to do, I'll do whatever you want. I do turn 38 weeks on Monday so that's even better that I'm that far along." She said, "You know what since you'll hit 38 on Monday...lets just schedule a day next week. You live so far away. Your first labor was pretty fast for the first one...and I just do not want you to have a highway baby if we can avoid it. So pick a day." I smiled and thought 'How in the heck can I possibly pick a day'??? I looked at Kris too and he smiled because he knows I will try to find a pattern with numbers, OCD...hahha!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"> So she said, "The nurse will come in and let you go. Then set up a date with her and I'll see ya next week." So, the nurse came in quite a bit later, we still had NO CLUE. So she told us to call in the morning with a date. Kris and I talked it over a bit. Tried to do what was better for his work, my work, etc. I procrastinated quite a bit the next day to call and pick a date...and I finally called at like 1:00pm I think. The nurse answered and all she had was Tuesday the 6th or Wednesday the 7th. Well, Kris and I talked and it was mostly narrowed down to two dates...the 7th or 8th...and since the 7th was the only one available that really help.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"> SOOOOOOO I'm being induced Wednesday the 7th, 1 day away!!! :D CRAZY!!! I have to check in between 7:30-8:00am. I'm nervous for just the whole process. The pain, the pushing...but mostly afterwards. I am nervous for the little one too. I just hope and pray with all my heart that she is healthy. That I can take her home. That is my NUMBER ONE concern. I could care less about everything else...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"> So, her birthday will probably be July 7, 2010...7/7 :) Very excited to meet her and see her face. It is an amazing thing, and I am truly blessed to be able to bring children of my own in this world. Heavenly Father has blessed me tremendously. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"><strong>Can't wait to meet you little girl and finally give you a name!!!!!!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;">Next post will have pictures of the event...and the little one!! :D</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">A little Slice of Dez and Geoff</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35607936.post-61671781819394052192010-06-01T10:05:00.000-07:002010-06-01T11:38:32.848-07:00Declan and Little one's New Bed/Bedding!!...and 4th Wedding Anniversary!<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">So Kris, my very talented "Tinkering" husband, decided to make Declan a bed from scratch. </span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">It turned out pretty cool!! It's not all the way done yet, but Declan slept in it for the first time last night; which I was nervous for him to fall out but he didn't!!! All that's left is putting 'tires' on it(cut bucket lid in half and make it look like a tire w/ rims), steering wheel, windshield, grill/drawers for his clothes in the front to look like the front on the truck...I think that's it. But you get the gist of it. Declan loves the top where he can play with all his animals, blankets, read books, take a nap, etc. Kris put a ladder in the back. He doesn't climb up it or down it yet, but that doesn't bother me at all because then I know he won't attempt to (He's afraid of heights)...ahah!!</span><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477854978019876658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwiPwa00dUFZ8madwg1GGRkM4w1NrXVTgHcQ22i4ANH2LzCacAu16PGmONjAu8GdfScy2iQt-apbCURdMmzTgyKL7DV7JAQr2FMOa-1tq21nysmIwQa9CYBRu-TVuYT9nStwWMzg/s320/SANY1017-1.JPG" /> <span style="font-family:arial;">Side view: Myself, Kris and his sister Becky all painted it to look like a Zebra Safari Truck...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477854964970972098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4-RFc8nIuptDC6zwvcQnTWexh0mz4cIg8ees_CW-6JE9Jk3BRXoO1OUJou8Tx2jR5ixkO1S5JyXDN6UQQxhhp2QALLHWdBrce_18DFZlY-rVeCEvhKJXr0ubtaEYTEMP0ltSjmA/s320/SANY1014-1.JPG" /> <p align="center"> </span><span style="font-family:arial;">Do you think he's happy about his new bed??? </p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477854961393529858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKCRzlMskUgV8Dw4VDLsWzzUiWMuGl-ZhtRMVA2SM-0v1EoDmq_JeByMEndSlcaSHDpUgVj7bfNZN1dCaSobtKASkFlJlcid3jV8rB_RHEzuFwWWoKVgU3n3Xo8riHf3EFEukizg/s320/SANY1013-1.JPG" /><br /><p align="center"></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Declan on the top of the truck, which we can eventually put another bed on top...</span><span style="font-family:arial;">He ate breakfast up there this morning. Pretty cute. </p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477854946362587666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5eBXd_LojNHotgGhcVZ7fj_qLh6jw9wRHnLOQ7koVTrnaAP6fSftwc73KcVKwPIqdAo2RU_E56EDEVnqsyz30RfB4x3KuNTW8WiEHesI4oply28wDDOIEie9YvePuxcPHyRKVDA/s320/SANY1012-1.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477854938505076306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfD2NyXRsrLRgYzVcHRJdroNI6nWMTHMfusH510yKDUzyxhjmExz1o0EdY3Be0KTZBPDuzXo-2fXBo0kkEVHdf7fJagNDxQqD6BCwqxne14M-Zm-9IeHFVoZAZnMTq8XdH6xBWrw/s320/SANY1011-1.JPG" /> <p align="center"> </span><span style="font-family:arial;">My Happy Goober... </p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477854324793746802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1W_gwfQbc5gZiEa4K2R6PcG4UoJQFaarFCKsJ2FPEVidY0jo9BZqMRTT0jXVfIMFD32PrSDNUAJucQMQobcBQt01P8QwkKCt3caSmytjOtA7BIHaZMmF06MQBpcJIcsScPOXypQ/s320/SANY1010.JPG" /> <p align="center"> </span><span style="font-family:arial;">Front of the Truck... </p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477854319413615586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKNUof_O1gv7Qd9QTT42-fNPVMGLSoDFzsEdze7LZfhpzbIc82uu1ihK4y5LdDpl9MiB7Ym2tNLjDnB3igjamIGO1xKygt1BOZFmUOivwBgGPANFKSPvxHlQjzahXubmfaEDFWcA/s320/SANY1009.JPG" /><br /><p align="center"></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Where drawers will be put...and I'll paint it like a grill with head lights and such... </p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477854313461401010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguAbiqoljChAXA31RRPgHbcTvJK7dK50OiiL_8p7J1tg009uNrRkkfbRVVhtE9AXTk73hc_yr6CYx_b9sGoLasDOlP1pRRthAmkyCQzrv5jBZPEl8pyVs9raSLOKqVV3JhrDRhhg/s320/SANY1006-1.JPG" /><br /><p align="center"></span><span style="font-family:arial;">A little ladder/step-up for Declan to get on his bed easier... </p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477854305820557970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7HpTrEhJ9HPlsCgx-61rFADbPPty5gZi5YoG2w_37ffB2WiL-P9Ab76U6aKNwhVE55gFNNArt9Bxz1vMd6dRaVYgO8JH7sUPGxdr5XfI8A52NEyvlX0HdiAXtaP-EEPfvPEzaOg/s320/SANY1005-1.JPG" /><br /><p align="center"></span><span style="font-family:arial;">The Ladder in the back to climb on top :) </p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477862926106856210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXVSK-L48mz6N9juF34uwwR9AxdLB6Lt292IWeDuSYGUNLvrCSZSAi3MKLjBOkQnARHh1O8joPZwDgPDwOd2Jzv4ka-KEZTeQuPzU4Iofb58vDZ8Q6IcA4abUsaY62QgslBK9Nww/s320/SANY0998-1.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477854294178456402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipnPkklwzCRR2cuo97ZrAJSuyhcnBg0QYKh9bruiI8lvr39P8Wz38AxgSGTGhH7ZpNQ7GkdozbkmnjEY1DyNcYoygyKnn_53x-ZVhmVk3hQD8Twpz9pH7EFwmv71bBkqFTjIsStw/s320/SANY1004.JPG" /><br /><p align="center"></span><span style="font-family:arial;">The railing/rack on top of the truck...with all of Declan's animals and blanket GALOR... </p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477853376108684418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi36mIwPrEt0gwywXGrqXjxP7McX1Rq4bxJI3mrbFu7lU3R1hJM8014XPJh4ftTam0mx_anXfE-3ch8yx1GkAXDTUB22ooiPrMsH06aNKPtru1f6EeO572cSXc3QJCXeDzj1NbgyQ/s320/SANY1002-1.JPG" /> <p align="center"> </span><span style="font-family:arial;">Declan's big boy bed!! Rhinos, Elephants, Giraffes, Gators, Zebras...and Curios George on the pillow as well as the Dragon on the right from "How to Train A Dragon" :)<br /></span><br /><br /></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"><strong>Then here's little girl's colors/theme/animals:</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">I went more of an Australia way since Declan has Africa</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">(Plus Kris went to Australia for his mission)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I couldn't decide whether to do Hippo's or Koala's...and I found both!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It has a Zebra and Elephant on it as well...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Which really don't live in the same area, but hey, it's cute.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">There's also 2 little stuffed Kangaroo animals that Kris bought from his mission in the crib to include that animal.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477853364533132722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi43uZW1oCpoxkFDQmKuNqWsULI6D34CBMq3d6Jw2NZU3NKql12q20zsSSVcp-BLbS3T9fw99KmjyMrdyRCLzrfZRp-Ohj5a0MlAglcCPxvpU9y6KJBShySwLasdKUZQ6zi164xYA/s320/SANY0995-1.JPG" /></span> <span style="font-family:arial;">A lot of pink, I know for me, but there's orange, purple, green...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It's so soft and cute!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I am excited to put here in it and have her here!<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"><strong>Thanks to my Mother for buying all this!!! </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"><strong>THANK YOU~ THANK YOU~ THANK YOU... </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>LOVE IT, and LOVE YOU!!!</strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477853356935711042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieHyf64Of9rBcpHPjxNJbT7hJdwu5qAlHG3O3ywiaZRYOzAm5R_o3dw5znBDkd6CrS-zyywXJRURyR7InUMZ9NJo3weBpaem67J_jG3mx2wyr3cm4RlmBL_dv_OHVQNKdIjPBNIg/s320/SANY0994-1.JPG" /></strong></span></span><span style="font-family:arial;"> A Round/Cherry wood crib...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Declan slept in this one too...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">But it's not put all together since we took it apart to put Declan's bed together.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I'll take another picture when it's all done. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477853344706087954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJRTPDJ692YYd-2qN4c4s8eY7BucBiyiRvNLFvJmVaflo2UdXlIIhVTh1uy6vyFmoTf_X-STfK5pVmKd3Ny4w11ydoaH1mfhmodces_kLJhcetig4a6YNS0wEIMpdBXhd6rFLZUg/s320/SANY0990-1.JPG" /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Then here's a picture of me 2 weeks ago at 31 weeks. I'm now 33 and 1 day!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Getting there...Can't believe it!!</span><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477861332411932370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj58PYdfac7RxvC-I6ZBGahvKYMPWCRt6SwqmB7zk7XDvPqleQXjbssh-_xW8Z2IKhHYF094Faxaf8u-1RSkv4aQs7rMVZLhyphenhyphen9CVZJj0MHirmwVxmGyqCLumWe7kcktTkworgZ4lg/s320/SANY0932-3.JPG" /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"><strong>Here's what's going on with myself:</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">--SWOLLEN FEET and HANDS almost EVERYDAY...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Which makes it a pain to be on my feet for very long, and I hardily ever wear my real wedding ring. I mostly wear a "fake" wedding ring what I call "Fat Finger Ring".</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">--Hard to breath slightly...especially when it is bed time...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Sometimes I have to sit up to be able to be 'comfy' and sleep a bit. My sides are getting worn out :)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">--Craving a lot of cereal lately, sometimes it is the only thing I eat all day...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">--She's still moving quite a bit every which way...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It's nothing like getting a swift kick/punch/bump to the rib or bladder, especially in church where you almost jump out of your seat while they are passing the Sacrament! haha...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">My next appointment is this Friday...just a quick check up.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Then the next one is two weeks after that, so maybe the 18th, </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">and that's when I'll get another Ultra sound for one last look-ee to see if she's turned</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">and of coarse I'll have her make sure she's still a girl :D ahha!! I really do not have any doubt that it</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">is a girl, but sometimes you just never know...<strong><span style="font-size:180%;"> </span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">GIRLS ARE SNEAKY!!!</span></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Last but not least it was Kris and My 4 year Anniversary on May 19th! Crazy to think. I love Kris very much...and I just love looking back on that day and knowing I made the best decision of my life to marry him. I wish I could relive it. It just has flown, but I still remember it very vividly. AMAZING day to say the least.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">He came into my life when I needed a friend the most. He was really there for me, and lifted me up and showed me what true Love was and what I deserved as a Daughter of God. I can turn to him for anything. His humor is constant. Sometimes people read him wrong, but he's hardily ever serious if you know him. Always cracking jokes or poking fun of something and I love him for that... and most importantly he is a great Father. I love watching him with Declan. Declan loves his Dad. I can only hope that Declan gets Kris's knowledge, humor, and how hard working Kris is at everything that life throws at him. He is my Eternal Companion, and I could not be more happy/blessed!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">I love you Kris!!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477870852571059362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4vM6vWaRh14VpMaC_Tm0uR-b4Cp_oLOo_Xhza0yQbI-JCp9T-x1LjHbKbbOLgYwZ3xeclOikv9g2m-xrk413JKCw7s_fdwZvj-8Heh_J_PfAwa6IGSVqdis0FXDmUqE_r90NNzQ/s400/Temple+pics+2+133.jpg" /></span></strong></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">A little Slice of Dez and Geoff</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35607936.post-37512323104168681002010-04-26T10:15:00.000-07:002010-04-26T11:52:30.282-07:00<div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464496247616246114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTpQFyipKOzBg4XNyro60qu-uZMKWY-FEYs1zK6k68vT3s8822xphV5dTQT_Fbwq8Em_RAqeIEO7J1lKjb_LALmagbHJUqP4DkEzTnTFImXtlFu3Uuy-n8Do3u7QfDSYfsBDAF7w/s400/SANY0804-1.JPG" /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"> 3rd TRIMESTER!!! YAY!!!</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Some days I feel huge, and today's one of them. Since I was taking pictures of myself... But, it's just part of the deal right?? :)</span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;">What my body is doing/what's going on:</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">-- She moves quite a bit...LOVE IT!!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">-- She's already up in my ribs a bit, but not too bad. Just get waves of 'uncomfortableness'</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">-- She moves to one side of my body quite a bit. My right side. So, this makes my belly look quite LOP-SIDED sometimes :)</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">-- She's already kicked Declan in the head (first sibling fight)...ahhaha...Declan put his head on my belly while watching some TV and she kicked him and Declan said, "What was that?" I said, "It was your sister, she kicked you." He said, "Mean-ee."</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">-- I'm eating pretty good...starting to watch the sweets. To tell you the truth I'm kind of nervous for the glucose test for some reason (My dad does has Type 1 Diabetes). I don't think I was nervous last time, but every thing's been going pretty good thus far. Her heartbeat is great. My blood pressure is "Excellent" as said by the nurse. I've gained 10 lbs total so far, as of my last appointment (April12th)</span><span style="font-family:Arial;">, probably more by now. I gained 4 at first, then 6 last time...haha... this time will probably be 10!!!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">-- Still not big on "meals" still a snacker...a CONSTANT snacker.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">-- I drink everything...probably should drink more water than I should, but I drink a lot of Power Ade</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">-- A week or so ago I realized my feet have started to SWELL!!! I really don't like this side affect too much. I was pregnant with Declan during the fall/winter, so I could hide my blown up feet. This time it's Spring/Summer...and yeah, flip flops of coarse don't hide that. I was at church yesterday with some nice church shoes on. I looked down while they were passing the Sacrament, and I said, "GROSS. Kris look..." hahaha... Even my ankles were swollen!! So I tried to hide me feet for the rest of Sacrament...ahhaa... My feet are short and stubby enough, I don't need the help of them being swollen!! :)</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">-- I have to put a pillow between my legs, or blanket and a pillow behind my back for support so I can sleep pretty decent on my left side and not wake up sore. Kris thinks the pillow in between us is a barrier for him to not touch me!!! hahaha... :) </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">All in all I can't complain. I really don't get sick. I do have a head ache every so often, but I don't get nauseous. I do get sore and tired, but oh well...I love every minute of it!! Next appointment is May 4th. It's my glucose test and I also get a shot because I have negative type blood. So fun appointment next time :D (sense the sarcasm??) After that I'll have appointments every two weeks. We're getting close FOLKS!!!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Here's a picture of Kris and Declan playing Play Station 3. Kris is really the only one playing, though Declan has played before. Declan decided to grab the other controller and help Dad, and he even pulled down a pillow and proped it behind him like his Daddy... I thought it was a cute moment:</span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464520748800287762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL7qc5II63e2S-bVYgPKuGKPkl6nZsgrXTX95cO6q6dilpXriF_6nW7NdDHryc6hKOWVhXsjiYI-_A-C17FlC-RMzok4D4_6tajVnqy-5yr6gZATg0SsGhI9fTB22Gwl3AD6FbeA/s400/SANY0768.JPG" /><div class="blogger-post-footer">A little Slice of Dez and Geoff</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35607936.post-889349184396749972010-04-20T12:20:00.000-07:002010-04-20T12:39:31.400-07:00...Let's Go Fly a Kite...Up to the Highest Height...<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;">So I bought this kite for Declan for Easter. We finally got a decent day, with decent weather. The wind wasn't too strong, so that was good considering I bought the kite at the Dollar Store. Not the toughest of kites, but Declan picked it out. Here's some pictures :)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462302408069837154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCllRDMx0SKd08HezHK7zFcsDloY8100W2POagGXGIdO5nc7QZJi2y1h_AMQS1RLUR_HqdEjY56CdpuM4OL38IYYuFQ3jjlD_lN6f2BVQwzTaUKwwTN47oawC3ha2pdUzA58Ydzg/s400/SANY0751-1.JPG" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;">I Love this one of Kris and Declan...such handsome boys I have...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462302426231894610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe8uzhAbnR-pncB2TNljhZQhyf3kbzyZ7xO2BPtdTybvvUGN_qKg58BWvz1HTx88GyJsxM3J9YDpseBNhKz7d9po-E1yXy7ftEqKYTGREOuYJXcTf17bM_PtmKmjcTaVBufzC_SA/s400/SANY0750-1.JPG" /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;">Sponge Bob Square Pants Kite... he does not even watch this TV show, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;">but he sure did like the look of the kite...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;">(by the way, it's hard to get a picture of a kite in the air, won't stop moving) ;)</span></div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462302431700223698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmulFK-9swyEedr4cgFdyRqNSiik_sqDhdzvgTL8jxYcyFCpwJjVbTLElskiLUVLMNg2sHb94pgmfP6UyK2YP1tedLBfSXQ7dIzgCiGyqRz1k6QBzZ_Qz_Uxd5UDnTh0agyL6aKg/s400/SANY0753-1.JPG" /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;">Going to go get the kite after it fell...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462302435995500498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0UzIAeHOQNeq4P9oQM89vHuDSgzPWXtbFipCluCnJ19w8HiJoWGFjdXkgSSiF4s3HkXqMPJYsNpi3bqqfTQcM9JnODVn33aoybWjsXB3uHVtgQp1mcPt8mHxUb2CPsAvSAfUdYg/s400/SANY0754-2.JPG" />... He really enjoyed it. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtBk186JH9lfQOTReLvnsGWC-1FGvXQW8CpAN5dF85IQ8ITtY6MZc3HY6aN4n-NEpTqVkDZkIwewxv60bqzrS1g9ei24kdNDODNsBslARwjOr9SUZYW8kB3awzkd4pPVjQScucLg/s1600/SANY0748-2.JPG"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462302418003642882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtBk186JH9lfQOTReLvnsGWC-1FGvXQW8CpAN5dF85IQ8ITtY6MZc3HY6aN4n-NEpTqVkDZkIwewxv60bqzrS1g9ei24kdNDODNsBslARwjOr9SUZYW8kB3awzkd4pPVjQScucLg/s400/SANY0748-2.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;">More Kite Flyin' days to come... I think (knock-on-wood) </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;">I think Spring is finally here in Green River Wyoming...(cross your fingers).</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">A little Slice of Dez and Geoff</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5