tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76456880812913191362024-03-08T03:17:52.709-08:00Jess and DerekJess and Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700606620574820303noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645688081291319136.post-65951287684564716562010-07-20T18:35:00.000-07:002010-07-21T07:43:22.555-07:00It's about time...<div>Prepare yourselves for quite the update... (I thought i'd give you something to look at in case you were REALLY bored)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/TEZfZClOliI/AAAAAAAAA5I/7w_iYggexvg/s1600/Kambri+Bday+111.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/TEZTbmPcRqI/AAAAAAAAA4g/Hg62WVlprhI/s1600/Cruise+May+2010+107.jpg"><br /></a><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/TEZTbmPcRqI/AAAAAAAAA4g/Hg62WVlprhI/s1600/Cruise+May+2010+107.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496172128839157410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/TEZTbmPcRqI/AAAAAAAAA4g/Hg62WVlprhI/s400/Cruise+May+2010+107.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;">So... </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;">yes</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> we did go on that cruise and yes it was </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;">absolutely</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> AMAZING! Here is just a little glimpse of the most </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;">gorgeous beach</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> we've ever been on (and might I add- one of the top ten in the world- or so they say). It was so nice to get away just the two of us again to celebrate </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;">5 years</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> together of "pure wedded bliss." :) Ha ya right...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/TEZU0hSScbI/AAAAAAAAA4o/ZrkWhOxtrcY/s1600/Cruise+May+2010+128.jpgedit.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496173656517276082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/TEZU0hSScbI/AAAAAAAAA4o/ZrkWhOxtrcY/s320/Cruise+May+2010+128.jpgedit.jpg" /></a><br />But in all seriousness it really has been the best 5 years ever and I would never trade them for anything! <span style="font-size:180%;">Love you Derek</span>- thank you for putting up with me and my stubborn personality, that I accidently passed on to our daugher. You really deserve more then a cruise for living with <span style="font-size:180%;">us</span>! :) <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)">More pictures to come when I finally have more time to sit down and post more. I've got a lot to catch up on, due to baby's first birthdays, working, moving (twice!), holidays, summertime fun, and sadly the loss of a great friend to cancer. </span><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/TEZYyYs_tOI/AAAAAAAAA4w/xP9D3nn_jkY/s1600/july+4th+2010+159.jpgedit.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496178017900147938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/TEZYyYs_tOI/AAAAAAAAA4w/xP9D3nn_jkY/s320/july+4th+2010+159.jpgedit.jpg" /></a>And <span style="font-size:180%;">yes</span> I did miss this thing more then words can say- especially since she started <span style="font-size:180%;">walking</span> while we were <span style="font-size:180%;">gone</span>! (Technically we could say that she took her first steps before we left, but she really got the walking thing down while we were gone... I can't let myself think about it too much, because <span style="font-size:100%;">BELIEVE</span> me I feel guilty!) Sad thing is that I don't think she missed <span style="font-size:180%;">us</span> a whole lot- gotta love the swing, tramp, and all the attention you get at <span style="font-size:180%;">grandma's</span> house.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/TEZkuaxJ-mI/AAAAAAAAA5g/rkurrJ0KZp0/s1600/Kambri+Bday+036.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496191143874525794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/TEZkuaxJ-mI/AAAAAAAAA5g/rkurrJ0KZp0/s400/Kambri+Bday+036.jpg" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/TEZcRo_wgyI/AAAAAAAAA44/WgSi8uoHq-I/s1600/Kambri+Bday+037.jpg"></a><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:180%;" >First Birthday- May 26th, 2010</span><br /><br /><br /><br />I can't believe this thing is already one! Actually she's nearly 14 months! So this picture of her on her birthday is a little outdated.. I know it's cliche but it really has<span style="font-size:180%;"> flown </span>by! She is walking, <span style="font-size:180%;">talking/jibber-jabbering</span> ALOT, getting into EVERYTHING (are we surprised), throwing ginormous fits/tantrums, and making us laugh everyday.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/TEZfZClOliI/AAAAAAAAA5I/7w_iYggexvg/s1600/Kambri+Bday+111.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496185279046653474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/TEZfZClOliI/AAAAAAAAA5I/7w_iYggexvg/s320/Kambri+Bday+111.jpg" /></a>We counted it up the other and she says over <span style="font-size:180%;">80 words</span> and new ones everyday- lately it's been "house, muffin," and of course her latest obsession "babies." This girl is a sponge and tries to repeat <span style="font-size:180%;">everything</span> we say- I know this is probably normal, but you all know how exciting it seems when it's your own kid. One of her favorites during the move was <span style="font-size:180%;">"no, no, no"</span> (while pointing that tiny finger of course). I felt bad, can you tell she was making it hard to pack?<br /><br /><br />For her birthday we took her on an innocent little trip to the <span style="font-size:180%;">zoo</span> (or so we thought). Note to selves- don't start with the elephant show. It was all going well until they made that loud, trumpeting/shout that <span style="font-size:180%;">elephants </span>make, and then it all went downhill... (Mean daddy laughing... mean mommy taking pictures instead of consoling).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/TEZehUeyIiI/AAAAAAAAA5A/CfvxefM6RRM/s1600/Kambri+Bday+015.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496184321778786850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/TEZehUeyIiI/AAAAAAAAA5A/CfvxefM6RRM/s320/Kambri+Bday+015.jpg" /></a>This is just the beginning of what has transitioned to a very deep <span style="font-size:180%;">fear </span>of elephants that we are slowly working on- for a while many pictures or animals that even resembled an elephant brought on this<span style="font-size:180%;"> reaction</span>. She didn't end up taking any naps that day because she'd start crying this hard when she was alone, you could tell she was still traumatized and probably has bad <span style="font-size:180%;">elephant dreams</span> from time to time today.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/TEZk51MoKqI/AAAAAAAAA5o/ltbRGni0E6Y/s1600/Kambri+Bday+073.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496191339947633314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/TEZk51MoKqI/AAAAAAAAA5o/ltbRGni0E6Y/s320/Kambri+Bday+073.jpg" /></a>Later on we opened presents, <span style="font-size:180%;">presents</span>,<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/TEZmf3ZNFjI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Prq8-lUBIBc/s1600/Kambri+Bday+084.jpgedit.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496193092883912242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/TEZmf3ZNFjI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Prq8-lUBIBc/s320/Kambri+Bday+084.jpgedit.jpg" /></a>and more presents.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/TEZml2qkcYI/AAAAAAAAA54/npuk5fcFrrU/s1600/Kambri+Bday+159.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496193195767525762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/TEZml2qkcYI/AAAAAAAAA54/npuk5fcFrrU/s400/Kambri+Bday+159.jpg" /></a>Enjoying some <span style="font-size:180%;">B-day cake</span>- she hardly made a dent in it! I'll try not to take <span style="font-size:180%;">offense</span> that it was due to my baking skills.<br /><br /><br />Little party details...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/TEZnq5hi8bI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/f2w7cXt2xz4/s1600/Kambri+Bday+122.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496194381945958834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/TEZnq5hi8bI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/f2w7cXt2xz4/s320/Kambri+Bday+122.jpg" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/TEZnVuoL_xI/AAAAAAAAA6I/IHPdJ9wY9B0/s1600/Kambri+Bday+067.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496194018243772178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/TEZnVuoL_xI/AAAAAAAAA6I/IHPdJ9wY9B0/s400/Kambri+Bday+067.jpg" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/TEZnLFFIymI/AAAAAAAAA6A/qRtKB6RG3_g/s1600/Kambri+Bday+062.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496193835292215906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/TEZnLFFIymI/AAAAAAAAA6A/qRtKB6RG3_g/s320/Kambri+Bday+062.jpg" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/TEZnVuoL_xI/AAAAAAAAA6I/IHPdJ9wY9B0/s1600/Kambri+Bday+067.jpg"></a><br /><br />I do think we've made some <span style="font-size:180%;">progress</span> with the elephant though... Since that day, my friend has given her a stuffed pink one that Kambri couldn't stand the sights of. When she'd pick it up she couldn't bare to look it in the eye and would only hold it's tail while rushing over to give to us. <span style="font-size:180%;">Luckily</span>, with a lot of hugging/petting and <span style="font-size:180%;">convincing</span> her that it was <span style="font-size:180%;">"nice,"</span> she is slowly making ammends with the elephant. Unfortunately, we confused her some because she now thinks it's <span style="font-size:180%;">name</span> and all elephant's names, for that matter, are <span style="font-size:180%;">"ni"</span> (aka "nice"). <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/TEZgOjlpfLI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/14vRvXBFLNg/s1600/Kambri+Bday+016.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496186198439853234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/TEZgOjlpfLI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/14vRvXBFLNg/s320/Kambri+Bday+016.jpg" /></a>Don't try to make a realistic elephant noise or show her one on tv though, because it <span style="font-size:180%;">still</span> causes this reaction.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/TEZgOjlpfLI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/14vRvXBFLNg/s1600/Kambri+Bday+016.jpg"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/TEZehUeyIiI/AAAAAAAAA5A/CfvxefM6RRM/s1600/Kambri+Bday+015.jpg"></a></div></div>Jess and Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700606620574820303noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645688081291319136.post-30249869780149113592010-04-17T08:33:00.000-07:002010-04-18T19:09:37.005-07:003 more weeks!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:arial;">So in<span style="font-size:130%;"> 3 weeks</span> exactly Derek and I are off to <span style="font-size:180%;">paradise</span>!!</span><br /></div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S8u6-1nd7iI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/y8ih3ThUoFg/s1600/easter+2010+011.jpg"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 253px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461134783781444738" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S8nZJsnSnII/AAAAAAAAA4A/4Z137bqAbO8/s320/cc3.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">We're going on a cruise to the <span style="font-size:180%;">eastern carribean</span> for our 5 year <span style="font-size:130%;">anniversary </span>and can't wait! We haven't gone a trip just the two of us since the honeymoon, and after talking about it for so long and saving money from several christmas's, birthday presents, valentines gifts, and anniversary presents- we decided we just needed to <span style="font-size:180%;">do it</span>!</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S8u6-1nd7iI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/y8ih3ThUoFg/s1600/easter+2010+011.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S8u6-1nd7iI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/y8ih3ThUoFg/s400/easter+2010+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461664561824132642" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I am, however, extremely nervous about <span style="font-size:180%;">leaving</span> this little thing... so much that I get a lot of <span style="font-size:130%;">anxiety </span>and have to block that part out of mind until we actually go.. It's a good thing we couldn't get all our <span style="font-size:130%;">money</span> back or else I may change my <span style="font-size:180%;">mind</span>- jk!</span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 212px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461135202174737746" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S8nZiDQBnVI/AAAAAAAAA4I/SKb_XukqjNc/s320/iStock_st_lucia.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family: arial;">This is my first </span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" >cruise</span><span style="font-family: arial;"> (Derek's been on a couple, but not to here), so if </span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" >anyone </span><span style="font-family: arial;">has gone here- we're on royal carribean- let us know what the best things to do are! Cause we have no idea- We're going to </span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" >St. Thomas</span><span style="font-family: arial;">, St. Maarten, and </span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" >CoCo Cay.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"> </span></div><br /><br /><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 214px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461137052205581778" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S8nbNvJwBdI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/GHDlk1RxCVk/s320/18f89975-91ee-4fb2-af70-1ff1e2cd5081.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Also I was wondering any good <span style="font-size:180%;">books</span> people could recommend for the flight. Keep in mind that the only reading, besides <span style="font-size:180%;">mommy</span> and nutrition books, that i've ever really gotten into were the <span style="font-size:180%;">Twilight</span> series... so maybe I need to be consulting with my 15 year old sister- cause I must be at that reading level. Ha Ha :) But really I want to find something else that people find as a must read that you <span style="font-size:180%;">can't </span>put down. So if any of you <span style="font-size:130%;">readers</span> out there have any you <span style="font-size:130%;">recommend</span> let me know... <span style="font-size:180%;">Thanks!</span></span></div></div>Jess and Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700606620574820303noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645688081291319136.post-57322548462371312492010-04-05T13:28:00.000-07:002010-04-08T18:41:54.969-07:00Happy Easter!<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S7pKnQkidKI/AAAAAAAAA34/5XAanySmcCU/s1600/easter+2010+046.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456755936836351138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S7pKnQkidKI/AAAAAAAAA34/5XAanySmcCU/s400/easter+2010+046.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;">From our little <span style="font-size:180%;">easter</span> bunny....<br /></span></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S7pKRDyRcNI/AAAAAAAAA3w/U3OubZ68IQg/s1600/easter+2010+042.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456755555447173330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S7pKRDyRcNI/AAAAAAAAA3w/U3OubZ68IQg/s400/easter+2010+042.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">She loved her <span style="font-size:180%;">basket</span> and everything inside<br /></span><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S7pJ3z1CFKI/AAAAAAAAA3o/tNaH1Zz-00s/s1600/easter+2010+015.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456755121667052706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S7pJ3z1CFKI/AAAAAAAAA3o/tNaH1Zz-00s/s320/easter+2010+015.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Especially this <span style="font-size:180%;">little</span> guy- she hasn't put him down since sunday!<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S7pJfJuHQtI/AAAAAAAAA3g/IQdoxx96_xQ/s1600/easter+2010+017.jpg+2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456754698046882514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S7pJfJuHQtI/AAAAAAAAA3g/IQdoxx96_xQ/s320/easter+2010+017.jpg+2.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">We were at Kohls shopping for other stuff and she saw it on the shelf and immediately <span style="font-size:180%;">hugged</span> it oh so tightly that I couldn't not get it for her.... I know I'm in <span style="font-size:180%;">trouble</span>. But seriously she <span style="font-size:180%;">LOVES</span> it- whenever it's around she pats and hugs her and says "ohhhh...."<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S7pIrtoz1RI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/xfUx1iuxYLs/s1600/easter+2010+044.jpg+2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456753814335116562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S7pIrtoz1RI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/xfUx1iuxYLs/s320/easter+2010+044.jpg+2.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">The only disappointing part was the <span style="font-size:180%;">snow <span style="font-size:100%;">on easter morning!</span></span> As you can tell from the look on that <span style="font-size:180%;">face, </span><span style="font-size:100%;">we had been looking forward to playing outside in the <span style="font-size:180%;">sun...</span> It better come soon!<br /></span></span></div></div><br /></div>Jess and Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700606620574820303noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645688081291319136.post-62703950356804443552010-03-05T12:40:00.000-08:002010-03-09T07:32:37.558-08:009 months and she won't sit still for anything!<div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 335px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445258909061479682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S5FyIKij_QI/AAAAAAAAA3I/pEFnxcLvZ_0/s400/abby+007.jpgedit.jpg" /><span style="font-family:arial;">That's right.. a little less then 9 months down and 3 to go until this little one is a year old! It's so crazy how fast it goes by (I know everyone says that, but now I really believe it!) She is getting so big and LOVES to move around and get into as much as she can. Some of these other pictures aren't as current, but I couldn't not post them! So here's an update, mostly just for me to remember, of what Kambri is doing at this age.</span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445255998439556530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S5FvevoOBbI/AAAAAAAAA2A/cCI6BBDKJxM/s400/st+george+2010+180.jpg" /> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">50th percentile for weight and height at the 9 months check up- so maybe people are right take a real shorty like me and tall guy like derek and hopefully our kids will be somewhere in the middle.</span></div><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"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445255750311674914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S5FvQTR7BCI/AAAAAAAAA14/m8jNRKv7O3Y/s400/st+george+2010+183.jpg" /> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Loves to clap, shake her head, play peek-a-boo, dance, and play! Especially with mom and dad's toys- cell phones, remotes, anything we dont' really want her to have, but I guess that's just how it goes.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445320446331684626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S5GqGGvFhxI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/VsbCAPl5hMA/s320/st+george+2010+170.jpgcrop.jpg" /> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Is crawling just about anywhere throughout the whole house and can stand up really good too! This has become her favorite thing to do. She's getting better with the sleeping (thanks to all the advice people gave) but it's still pretty bad at times. I think it's because she would rather be moving around all day and just wont sit still. This picture is ironic, because it's about the only time she's ever just sat quitely for me.</span></div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445255437277723826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S5Fu-FIz_LI/AAAAAAAAA1w/kr6btryVpuA/s400/st+george+2010+185.jpg" /> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Throws some really good temper tantrums when we prevent her from doing any of the above to the point where she turns bright red, screams, and tries to bite you. She's going to be an awesome teenager to raise- i'm sure.</span> </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445255006295753618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S5Fuk_mtA5I/AAAAAAAAA1o/5e0oKacz5LY/s320/st+george+2010+188.jpg" /> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Is loving her own real food more and more- she's gotten really good at feeding herself, her favorite is cheerios, prunes, squash, carrots, and peas (pretty much all the sick looking ones). Least favorite applesauce, pears, peaches. I thought most babies liked the sweets? hmmm...</span></div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445254246511059378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S5Ft4xL6obI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/5IDTH-nbCVI/s400/st+george+2010+190.jpg" /> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">And best of all is trying to talk so much! She's gotten very good at "Da Da" and she definately knows who it is because when she hears the garage, door open, or my phone rings she always says it. Derek's pretty proud as you can imagine, especially since the only time she says "Ma Ma" is when she's mad or crying. She also repeats noices we make or things we do- if you blow your nose, she makes a spitting noice. She also makes the panting sound dogs make after we do it.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S5FxbR3rCXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/wVff9-Bdbr0/s1600-h/abby+003.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445258137934956914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S5FxbR3rCXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/wVff9-Bdbr0/s320/abby+003.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><span style="font-family:arial;">We went up to Logan so Kambri could visit her pal Abbey and this is about how it went... notice the flower in Abbey's hair...</span><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S5FxQBvxyMI/AAAAAAAAA2o/hnmrK-KnL0s/s1600-h/abby+024.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445257944628316354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S5FxQBvxyMI/AAAAAAAAA2o/hnmrK-KnL0s/s320/abby+024.jpg" /></a><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445257703443554850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S5FxB_Q2YiI/AAAAAAAAA2g/FPS52pQ7buA/s320/abby+027.jpg" /><br /></p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S5Fwz5MVzCI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/g1tLcaRLWu0/s1600-h/abby+025.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445257461295860770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S5Fwz5MVzCI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/g1tLcaRLWu0/s320/abby+025.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445257205458907314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S5FwlAIDsLI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/CME3dLUcVzY/s320/abby+026.jpg" /> <span style="font-family:arial;">Oh boy... I guess she's already getting jealous of other girls things... She also kept trying to grab and bite her whenever she was in sight. Hopefully we'll be able to teach her to play nicely in the future and not make other kids cry. She still had fun getting to know her better even though, as derek puts it, she "thought Abbey was her dinner." </span></div>Jess and Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700606620574820303noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645688081291319136.post-45435524891235893142010-02-24T11:07:00.000-08:002010-03-05T17:27:55.355-08:00Escape to blue skies<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S5Frf-W80uI/AAAAAAAAA1A/V-Rr4WWwt9w/s1600-h/st+george+2010+138.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445251621527016162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S5Frf-W80uI/AAAAAAAAA1A/V-Rr4WWwt9w/s320/st+george+2010+138.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">We went down to St. George over Valentines and President's Day weekend (along with everyone else in the valley- it was BUSY). The weather was amazing!<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445240462125671714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S5FhWaWVpSI/AAAAAAAAAzg/LRi1wq8gErU/s400/st+george+2010+018.jpg" /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">We went to the parade of homes and Derek kept giving Kambri business cards at each house we went to, which she clutched onto ever so tightly the whole day- and didn't even try to devour them! </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445247153891722338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S5Fnb7HsRGI/AAAAAAAAA0o/8n5V_JfsvoQ/s320/st+george+2010+003.jpgcrop.jpg" /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Went swimming at Grandma's pool...<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445244526562502850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S5FlC_jl6MI/AAAAAAAAA0I/rVRh9Ea5vh4/s320/54crop.jpg" /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And she LOVED it!<br /></span><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 324px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445244780231711298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S5FlRwjC2kI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/9eBiEsl4EMc/s400/st+george+2010+097.jpgcrop.jpg" /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">Went to the park so my little sister could take pictures of the baby for school, so we got a few of our own too..<br /></div></span><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445239380359799922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S5FgXcdQZHI/AAAAAAAAAzI/LLuUC6itZKo/s320/st+george+2010+084.jpg" /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445241318952119186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S5FiISRrq5I/AAAAAAAAAzw/jmunBGhEYY0/s320/st+george+2010+129.jpg" /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">She was quite intrigued with the texture of the grass...<br /></div></span><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445240931215124178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S5Fhxt1-ptI/AAAAAAAAAzo/CEAzyh3RX8I/s400/st+george+2010+023.jpg" /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">This is her new, not-so-cute, cheesy smile that she keeps making... We don't know why but she keeps doing it!<br /></div></span><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445249455652690882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S5Fph52RW8I/AAAAAAAAA0w/-LAXCqbEh4g/s320/st+george+2010+047.jpgcrop.jpg" /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">Baby and aunt Megan<br /></div></span><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445246962337877906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S5FnQxhsj5I/AAAAAAAAA0g/8QKswkgbBmk/s400/st+george+2010+070.jpgcrop.jpg" /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">the smile again... showing off her 2 tiny teeth<br /></div></span><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445238627672462882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S5FfroenFiI/AAAAAAAAAy4/gfaDif9EYC4/s400/st+george+2010+085.jpg" /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">Posing for a nerdy family picture- </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">one of the 3 we even have..<br /></div></span><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445250789626239458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S5FqvjSWWeI/AAAAAAAAA04/z1lZDhuQX0k/s320/st+george+2010+140.jpg" /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">Derek was kinda depressed cause the weather was so good and he didn't end up golfing, so we let him hit the driving range on the way home. We found ways to entertain ourselves with the camera...<br /></div></span><div align="center"><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S5FesYwbhTI/AAAAAAAAAyY/6UxN91iyOzA/s1600-h/st+george+2010+141.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445237541120476466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S5FesYwbhTI/AAAAAAAAAyY/6UxN91iyOzA/s320/st+george+2010+141.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S5Fef0DYVZI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/nuwFW9RFJ8s/s1600-h/st+george+2010+142.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445237325109417362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S5Fef0DYVZI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/nuwFW9RFJ8s/s320/st+george+2010+142.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S5FeUm1zN2I/AAAAAAAAAyI/rpNC3bPY16Q/s1600-h/st+george+2010+143.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445237132584236898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S5FeUm1zN2I/AAAAAAAAAyI/rpNC3bPY16Q/s320/st+george+2010+143.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S5FeGCBFDuI/AAAAAAAAAyA/ClHbhYa90iI/s1600-h/st+george+2010+144.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445236882181263074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S5FeGCBFDuI/AAAAAAAAAyA/ClHbhYa90iI/s320/st+george+2010+144.jpg" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Jess and Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700606620574820303noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645688081291319136.post-87923372710692310702010-02-02T17:07:00.000-08:002010-02-02T17:50:32.268-08:00Help!!!This is one of those honest/frustrated mommy posts, but we are having some serious struggles over here that I either need advice, empathy, or just need a place to vent! We are 8 months old now and are STILL struggling with the naptime thing. She just fights it and fights it even though I know she's <strong>completely exhausted</strong>. I've spent so far over 2 hours in the room rocking, feeding, bouncing or doing whatever trick I can to get her to sleep. And i've spent over another 2 hours (broken up) listening to some extremely intense crying (you know because of the whole trying to "cry it out" business). Believe me I try it, she can just go forever!<br /><br />I feel like I spend SO much time out of my days at home worrying about her napping, to the point that i'm about to lose my mind! And the hard thing is that when I'm home with her and not at work I really want it to be quality time that we get to spend together, but somehow I find myself stressing out and spending the whole time obsessing over these naps! I really don't know how much more venting Derek can take- believe me he gets alot! :) I'm just struggling with those strong feelings of guilt/inadequacy that i'm sure every mom has at some point- but really what kind of mom just can't get thier kid to sleep!? (Cause don't worry her dad NEVER seems to have a problem with it.) And how can you sit and look at that chubby, swollen, pouty, little face in the monitor and not feel horrible for making her suffer in there?! (video monitor- i'm beginning to think it was a mistake to get for this reason alone!)<br /><br />So ya that's our struggles, I know half the problem is that she doesn't have a regular schedule because I GET to be at work... But advice please!!! About how long/how many naps are kids supposed to be getting around this time, cause I think our problem is that she is just TOO TIRED. She does ok at night (goes to bed around 9ish, but wakes up pretty early like 7:30). We're lucky if she goes down for an hour in the morning, and i'm pretty sure she has gotten afternoon naps in about 10 times since she was 3 months old...<br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433823352438174978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S2jRjKZMtQI/AAAAAAAAAx4/c4YAfWOqvZw/s320/6%2B+months+060.jpg" /><br />Sorry for venting... just feeling like a crappy mom right now for getting so frustrated and upset at this cute little face! Your really nice if you read this far!Jess and Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700606620574820303noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645688081291319136.post-50323137689065332602010-01-22T15:55:00.001-08:002010-01-23T11:02:08.068-08:00Christmas- finally!<div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 327px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429724598689370242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S1pBwS0UkII/AAAAAAAAAwU/JNIExNCsZ3Q/s400/christmas+120.jpgnew.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">This last holiday season we...</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429723089546694834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S1pAYc0q0LI/AAAAAAAAAv0/B1pkgEFvmlY/s400/christmas+066.jpgnew.jpg" /> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Enjoyed using our new rolling/scooting skills to get into pretty much everything- especially the presents and needles from the christmas tree... Yum!</span></div><p> </p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429727927057807538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S1pEyB9MeLI/AAAAAAAAAxE/hWczxUdF6GU/s320/6%2B+months+036.jpg" /> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Helped Dad celebrate and open his birthday presents, since it's just a little before chrismas- Happy Birthday Derek! It was one of those not-so-fun sunday birthdays, but I think we still made the best of it.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429719603241895202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S1o9NhU1RSI/AAAAAAAAAvM/ylDwhFyOjvM/s400/christmas+010.jpg" /><span style="font-family:arial;">Saw our first christmas tree...</span> </p><p> </p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429717779288674898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S1o7jWkf0lI/AAAAAAAAAvE/YzpcLOe8MxM/s320/christmas+017new.jpg" /><span style="font-family:arial;">and couldn't resist grabbing/trying to eat all the ornaments</span></p><br /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429722425882548418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S1o_x0ezmMI/AAAAAAAAAvs/JBTShXksd_Y/s320/christmas+041.jpgnew.jpg" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Got all bundled up to bear the cold and see the lights at temple square with Derek's fam</span><br /></p><p> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429719832256367842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S1o9a2eIzOI/AAAAAAAAAvU/evjEIcYwiPY/s400/christmas+035.jpg" />(but it was worth it)</span></p><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429721959249133394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S1o_WqIuv1I/AAAAAAAAAvk/SjDiTW7c_Zg/s320/christmas+053.jpgnew.jpg" />Me and the babe under our favorite red tree- hence all the red..</span><br /></div><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429723304602640930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S1pAk9-AIiI/AAAAAAAAAv8/704v751GE6U/s400/christmas+085.jpgnew.jpg" />Couldn't wait to get into these...</span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></p><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429725400580517602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S1pCe-GEbuI/AAAAAAAAAwk/PAhML_l3gdg/s400/christmas+150.jpg" />Discovered a new-found love of tissue and wrapping paper, opening presents at grandmas Christmas morning...</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429725069439304818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S1pCLsf2hHI/AAAAAAAAAwc/9XTfLiSoeMI/s320/christmas+145.jpgnew.jpg" /></p><p align="center">and of shoes... She's definately a girly girl!</span><br /></p><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;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430005853960848050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S1tBjgWgwrI/AAAAAAAAAxU/vscOgPHU4ns/s320/christmas+167.jpg" />Helped open <strong>more</strong> toys at another grandma's.... (after eating the famous breakfast at a great-grandma's) </span></div><br /><p align="center"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430010098304308226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S1tFajw2VAI/AAAAAAAAAxk/vE_m_VPGXkg/s320/christmas+176.jpg" />and opened <strong>more</strong> at another great grandma's with grandpa...<br /></span><br /></p><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_5430007543654239554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S1tDF28zzUI/AAAAAAAAAxc/dWBh4jwg_Ek/s320/New+Image.JPG" />rushed back to grandma's to talk to this guy<br /></span><br /></p><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 364px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430003841703607170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S1s_uYG_-4I/AAAAAAAAAxM/E7xlh4RojNI/s400/christmas+127.jpgsepia.jpg" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">and finally got home to relax with the fam (minus dad taking the picture) A very belated Merry Christmas from us! We had a <strong>very</strong> busy but good one...</span></p><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S1pBahQrMcI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MdVJsQIttEE/s1600-h/christmas+105.jpgnew.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429724224609268162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/S1pBahQrMcI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MdVJsQIttEE/s400/christmas+105.jpgnew.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;">Hope you all had a good one too!<br /></span></div></div>Jess and Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700606620574820303noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645688081291319136.post-3056904254746603452009-12-02T11:18:00.000-08:002009-12-02T21:20:17.942-08:00Game on!<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SxdJpGGc2MI/AAAAAAAAAu0/AaYKyrUfA6U/s1600-h/thgiving+047.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410874447670073538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SxdJpGGc2MI/AAAAAAAAAu0/AaYKyrUfA6U/s320/thgiving+047.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">I <span style="font-size:130%;">still </span>love these <span style="font-size:130%;">UTE</span> fans even if they are <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">"CLASSLESS"...</span></strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Dear <span style="font-size:130%;">Derek</span>- I'm sorry they lost. I <span style="font-size:130%;">guess</span> it just came down to the fact that we didn't <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">"DESERVE IT"</span></strong></span><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Dear <span style="font-size:130%;">Max</span>- I'm sorry all you'll ever be <span style="font-size:130%;">remembered</span> for is the dumb comments you make and <span style="font-size:130%;">not</span> any of your games you <span style="font-size:130%;">squeaked</span> by and won... I guess you could say we all got what we <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">"DESERVED</span>!"</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></strong> </div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410874895569693474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SxdKDKqCqyI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mP7qcbEuWt0/s320/thgiving+053.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Thanks</span> for the FUEL for next YEAR!</span></div></div>Jess and Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700606620574820303noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645688081291319136.post-18607947187133193532009-11-06T16:26:00.001-08:002009-11-07T19:03:54.609-08:00Halloween<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Just wishing everyone a late...</span></div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401152102628709154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SvS_OIcJ0yI/AAAAAAAAAtc/uYYCw5WLUts/s320/fall+040.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;">HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401153272358097250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SvTASOBX0WI/AAAAAAAAAt0/SV5fC4WVITg/s400/fall+111.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong></div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"></span></strong></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Hangin' at the pumpkin patch- "I guess this one will work"<br /></span><br /></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401560519148385154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SvYyrGidM4I/AAAAAAAAAus/OWwSmkwR5_c/s320/147.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Carving my first pumpkin...</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401153808094666626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SvTAxZy7H4I/AAAAAAAAAuE/lJsykS3TTAs/s320/fall+144.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">The gardner village witches- notice the nervous look on her face...</span><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401152814169815138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SvS_3jIxeGI/AAAAAAAAAts/NRpUIcQK_mM/s320/fall+084.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Kambri and her friends hanging out in their costumes- they all seem to be THRILLED to be dressed up. Do you just die at that little glowworm?!</span><br /><br /></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401154952434455474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SvTB0Ayyk7I/AAAAAAAAAuc/Bodi9ydIpBM/s320/fall+001.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Grandma and the little ladybug</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"></div><br /><br /><p></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401154612452470434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SvTBgOQxLqI/AAAAAAAAAuU/KHucHBTA8Ho/s320/fall+120.jpg" border="0" /> </p><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Just checkin' out the other pumpkin options... </span><br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401560351507187090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SvYyhWBrhZI/AAAAAAAAAuk/iYKQ9QSAE5I/s400/161.JPG" border="0" /><br /></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">The finished product- she couldn't resist trying to chew on the whole thing.</span></div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401153528256613074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SvTAhHUVStI/AAAAAAAAAt8/x-7cbufVGlw/s320/fall+149.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">She loves that bottom lip...</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401152390296542738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SvS_e4FgnhI/AAAAAAAAAtk/HV_wz3iTxvo/s400/fall+069.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">All tuckered out after a long night- but she wasn't willing to let go of her pumpkin! No candy necessary.</span><br /></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401154075431673634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SvTBA9tCHyI/AAAAAAAAAuM/p7YI1jtUxdA/s320/fall+160.jpg" border="0" />Jess and Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700606620574820303noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645688081291319136.post-41123408652006110892009-10-22T21:18:00.000-07:002009-10-22T21:53:51.527-07:00Back In His Warm Embrace<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SuEumrVnJMI/AAAAAAAAAtU/CWAkT-m1O9Q/s1600-h/IMG_2459.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395645070569841858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SuEumrVnJMI/AAAAAAAAAtU/CWAkT-m1O9Q/s400/IMG_2459.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">We've had a pretty sad couple of days in the family. Derek's cute cousin (AND one of my best friend growing up in elementary and middle school), Jaymie and her husband Mark lost their beautiful baby boy. Jaymie was due Nov 7 and went into the hospital last saturday with contractions, soon to find out that their cute little James was no longer going to be joining them in this earthly life. She was just a couple weeks shy of her due date. I can hardly at all imagine what that must've been like for them. I know they had been anxiously waiting for him to come into their lives, but heavenly father had a different plan.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Our thoughts and prayers have been with them all week and especially today as we attended the funeral. Derek's uncle Kevin, and Jaymie's husband did such a good job putting everything in perspective. We are so grateful and blessed to know and be a part of this strong family. I'm so thankful for this gospel and the atonement and to be able to know that we can return and be with our loved ones again forever.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Jaymie, my heart aches for you SO much, but I know that your baby boy is back where he is supposed to be, in the arms of the savior. He will be looking down from heaven and will be blessing your lives in so many ways from here on out. Your little angel has already blessed the lives of us and so many others- more then we'll ever know.</div>Jess and Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700606620574820303noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645688081291319136.post-21678800084458038722009-10-16T10:23:00.000-07:002009-10-17T20:35:08.115-07:00You know how you don't blog for 2 months and suddenly have 100 things to blog about?..<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">So i'm finally getting around to<span style="font-size:180%;"> posting</span> again. Be prepared for post and <span style="font-size:180%;">picture overload</span>- actually don't even bother reading the next few posts- unless your real bored- it's mostly just for me to <span style="font-size:180%;">remember </span>some of her first few months. We had quite a bit going on at the end of the summer and the events just kept <span style="font-size:130%;">piling </span>on. Plus with starting work up again- I just couldn't find time (or make myself) sit down and do it. But <span style="font-size:180%;">here we go</span>!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393284194210861906" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/StjLZliq01I/AAAAAAAAAtM/3o0i4yFNkcM/s400/Bug+3-6+mon+012.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Just for an <span style="font-size:180%;">update,</span> this is about what Kambri looks like <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">currently </span></strong>(all the other pictures we have are from forever ago- oops...) She is <span style="font-size:130%;">growing</span> like crazy! At her 4 month check up she was in the <span style="font-size:180%;">90th percentile</span> for height! Um.. Ya didn't ever think <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>I</strong> </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">would ever be getting one of those- we'll have to thank <span style="font-size:130%;">dad</span> for that!</span><br /></span></p><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393277857139999362" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/StjFouHPQoI/AAAAAAAAAs8/jQwuqS6rqmk/s400/bug+031.jpg" border="0" /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Stitx-Xb_qI/AAAAAAAAAr8/Z0Cq51naqps/s1600-h/Bug+3-6+mon+004.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> She is smiling and <span style="font-size:180%;">laughing</span> like crazy- however this only seems to occur at our house or my moms- she gets a little anti-social and <span style="font-size:180%;">honery</span> in public- sorry Abby, Ereka, and Jess :)</span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393250853544642370" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/StitE54Zx0I/AAAAAAAAArs/rgQZzQd0gwA/s400/Bug+3-6+mon+027.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:arial;">Loves to watch <span style="font-size:130%;">TV</span> in the Bumbo...</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/StitcEXMwcI/AAAAAAAAAr0/XJGuVtkKdoo/s1600-h/Bug+3-6+mon+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393251251495158210" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/StitcEXMwcI/AAAAAAAAAr0/XJGuVtkKdoo/s400/Bug+3-6+mon+010.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">And play on the floor- she <span style="font-size:180%;">rolls </span>over here and there when she wants to, but she's become quite the chunk and we think the "<span style="font-size:180%;">belly</span>" (see below!) prevents it from time to time...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393251959992162978" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/StiuFTuDGqI/AAAAAAAAAsE/u40VlagVS6A/s400/Bug+3-6+mon+037.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-family:arial;">We just got back from a <span style="font-size:180%;">girls trip</span> last weekend to St. George and these are the only pictures I got! We were going to leave the <span style="font-size:130%;">babies </span>behind with the dads, but somehow couldn't make ourselves... However I learned my lesson about trying to go on a <span style="font-size:180%;">shopping trip</span> with a baby- probably not going to do that one again! <span style="font-size:130%;">Sawyer</span> was a saint though! (as usual..)<br /></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393252194105296578" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/StiuS72-BsI/AAAAAAAAAsM/P17sdaB0WGo/s320/Bug+3-6+mon+035.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:arial;">This is about all they do next to eachother- just <span style="font-size:130%;">stare</span> and touch eachothers arms- Hey it's better then <span style="font-size:180%;">crying</span> like the used to! So that's the most recent update... Here's some more about what we've been doing the past couple of months and some other stuff from the summer!</span><br /></div>Jess and Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700606620574820303noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645688081291319136.post-64286660285083476042009-10-16T09:42:00.000-07:002009-10-17T20:34:55.321-07:00Labor Day<div align="center"></div><div align="center">Went up the canyon and then to park city for shopping and dinner on labor day- of course I brought my camera along because I've become obsessed.. (Derek just loves it when I do that! Ha ya right! Oh well I did it anyway!) The many changes of outfits are because she "ruined" her clothes that many times!</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393246966360904322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Stipio_lEoI/AAAAAAAAAq0/6o3IMEDIHm0/s400/Labor+Day+09+026.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393244663314011858" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/StincleaVtI/AAAAAAAAAqs/T6DpeJMdKcQ/s320/Labor+Day+09+012.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393248361159144130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Stiqz1BZMsI/AAAAAAAAArU/u69lc_OmTIE/s320/Labor+Day+09+018.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/StirjorjJSI/AAAAAAAAArc/2khfnfpe-wE/s1600-h/Labor+Day+09+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393249182480016674" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/StirjorjJSI/AAAAAAAAArc/2khfnfpe-wE/s320/Labor+Day+09+001.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Stip6AV9ZfI/AAAAAAAAAq8/8hSAQUbj2Hw/s1600-h/Labor+Day+09+028.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393247367765779954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Stip6AV9ZfI/AAAAAAAAAq8/8hSAQUbj2Hw/s400/Labor+Day+09+028.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393247907289116322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 339px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/StiqZaOWLqI/AAAAAAAAArM/JhWwmGRvf1Q/s400/kiss.jpg" border="0" /> </div></div></div>Jess and Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700606620574820303noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645688081291319136.post-29558442891170824882009-10-16T09:36:00.001-07:002009-10-17T20:33:17.948-07:00Nursery<div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393237948267226610" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/StihVt-f5fI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ZHj1NKdI_to/s400/Nursery+008.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div align="center">Over the summer we finally finished up the nursery! Me and my mom (well mostly my mom) made this blanket and the frames.<br /></div><div></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393238357275397506" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/StihthppTYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/Uw1SZAslI8U/s320/Nursery+017.jpg" border="0" /><br />Derek painted the walls and put up the wallpaper behind her bed. After stressing while I was pregnant and crying over paint colors (also while I was pregnant) it became quite the project! But I must say I love it!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Stiieo4JnYI/AAAAAAAAAqk/jAwSIiHztAg/s1600-h/Baby+Blessing+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393239201028873602" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Stiieo4JnYI/AAAAAAAAAqk/jAwSIiHztAg/s320/Baby+Blessing+001.jpg" border="0" /></a> Somehow I became crafty...<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/StiiE5yU7zI/AAAAAAAAAqc/fg2nXAabeCk/s1600-h/Nursery+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393238758891253554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/StiiE5yU7zI/AAAAAAAAAqc/fg2nXAabeCk/s400/Nursery+015.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Sorta- still not sure how I feel about it...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393269711664146770" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Sti-Ol2daVI/AAAAAAAAAs0/18ppKh8_Bm0/s400/Nursery+016.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div>Derek also refinished and repainted the furniture- who knew we had it in us?</div><div> </div></div>Jess and Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700606620574820303noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645688081291319136.post-64830859149093207852009-10-16T09:28:00.001-07:002009-10-17T20:33:35.304-07:00Baby Blessing<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393235994580291170" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 278px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Stifj_7PDmI/AAAAAAAAApk/67eXnnKj-aM/s400/baby.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Blessing Day- <strong>August 2nd, 2009</strong></span></div><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393236676898595074" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/StigLtwmIQI/AAAAAAAAAp0/v6sHkhUD6-8/s320/Baby+Blessing+030.jpg" border="0" />Derek did such a great job! Thanks so much to everyone who supported us!<br /><br /><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393237512718402066" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Stig8XbkQhI/AAAAAAAAAqE/rZRxU8xNqJk/s320/Baby+Blessing+024.jpg" border="0" />Kambri and her friend Sawyer- not too interested in having anything to do with eachother as usual :)<br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393236357766459746" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Stif5I5kMWI/AAAAAAAAAps/0yrf0LlIdmc/s320/Baby+Blessing+019.jpg" border="0" />Getting ready to go...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393237255864976146" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 303px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Stigtak8AxI/AAAAAAAAAp8/RMfAyqG6Xlw/s400/face.jpg" border="0" />You can tell how excited she is, right?...</div><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/StifWTLqmtI/AAAAAAAAApc/ZidiBxlKYWk/s1600-h/dress+sepia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393235759231310546" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 260px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/StifWTLqmtI/AAAAAAAAApc/ZidiBxlKYWk/s400/dress+sepia.jpg" border="0" /></a>Blessing Dress- This was the dress I wore when I was blessed and my mom wore for her christening. My grandma made it- so it was pretty special to have my own baby blessed in it too! </div></div></div><br /></div>Jess and Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700606620574820303noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645688081291319136.post-23049582070792001042009-10-07T17:27:00.000-07:002009-10-17T20:32:27.784-07:0024th of July<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Sti5N5aBImI/AAAAAAAAAss/eVNPQRqEgGI/s1600-h/resize.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393264202175554146" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 295px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Sti5N5aBImI/AAAAAAAAAss/eVNPQRqEgGI/s400/resize.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;">We went up to PineView for a few hours on the 24th to say hi to all the cousins...</span><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390020161114432850" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Ss0yx2trZVI/AAAAAAAAApU/yKIN_fkL7rM/s400/Kambri+310.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Some of her first real smiles- always with her dad!<br /></span><br /></p><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390019356468996146" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 308px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Ss0yDBLQaDI/AAAAAAAAAo0/g4HJq4kdE8o/s400/Kambri+324.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Didn't do much boating like we used to... Thanks to this little thing!<br /></span></div><div align="center"><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Ss0yVXPHXtI/AAAAAAAAApE/EL5sl7Un4jo/s1600-h/Kambri+336.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390019671628406482" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 333px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Ss0yVXPHXtI/AAAAAAAAApE/EL5sl7Un4jo/s400/Kambri+336.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Ss0yNpWKw0I/AAAAAAAAAo8/w6YY3MMCpBg/s1600-h/Kambri+327.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390019539050873666" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Ss0yNpWKw0I/AAAAAAAAAo8/w6YY3MMCpBg/s400/Kambri+327.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393282376217910786" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/StjJvw_X3gI/AAAAAAAAAtE/B1uq4FXWOd0/s400/Kambri+340.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">time to go home...<br /></span></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Jess and Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700606620574820303noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645688081291319136.post-34305244439807542022009-10-07T17:22:00.000-07:002009-10-17T20:34:29.103-07:00Farewell Brother...<div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Well... he's gone- and actually has been for awhile... He's already been in the <span style="font-size:130%;">MTC for 2 months</span> and leaves for the <span style="font-size:180%;">West Indies</span> next week! Here's some pics of his farewell that we got. </span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390018112613978754" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Ss0w6ndHEoI/AAAAAAAAAoU/BX8pClpgrNI/s400/Kambri+015.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">I can't even explain how weird it is to see that little annoying <span style="font-size:180%;">brother</span> that you used to have <span style="font-size:180%;">grow</span> up so fast- it makes me feel kinda old! He's already learned so much in the MTC- way <span style="font-size:180%;">cool</span> to see!</span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390018350385982450" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Ss0xIdOX6_I/AAAAAAAAAoc/ACD7Vk4BmlM/s320/Kambri+018.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390018948444912418" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Ss0xrRKu-yI/AAAAAAAAAos/wPDmJn-1s3Y/s400/Kambri+025.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">We'll see you in 2- when this <span style="font-size:180%;">baby</span> will no longer be a <span style="font-size:180%;">baby!</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;" ></span><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393259219164581474" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Sti0r2PnzmI/AAAAAAAAAsU/aTGdV1Di8CM/s320/Kambri+039.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Good job</span> Aaron you are going to do <span style="font-size:180%;">great!</span> We already know it!<br /><br /></span></div>Jess and Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700606620574820303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645688081291319136.post-13665451495781279522009-10-07T16:59:00.000-07:002009-10-17T20:33:58.746-07:00California trip<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">In August we road tripped it with my family to San Diego and Oceanside for one last trip with my brother before he left. I was pretty nervous about driving with a new baby- but she actually did pretty good! Slept most of the way... However the actual trip was a bit of a challenge with her- but still fun. We'll probably <strong>not</strong> be driving to california with a 2month old again.</span><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390016955014424786" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 274px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Ss0v3PD3qNI/AAAAAAAAAoM/fwIenb0VlYg/s400/pier.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:arial;">Oceanside pier-right outside our condo<br /></span><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Ss0tkMWrjqI/AAAAAAAAAn8/bkJl7d7YCJc/s1600-h/Kambri+021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390014428847247010" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Ss0tkMWrjqI/AAAAAAAAAn8/bkJl7d7YCJc/s400/Kambri+021.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;">Hanging out at the beach with Aunt Megan...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Ss0tL2lbBRI/AAAAAAAAAn0/A3zp1naS-II/s1600-h/Kambri+159.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390014010686637330" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Ss0tL2lbBRI/AAAAAAAAAn0/A3zp1naS-II/s400/Kambri+159.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;">This us how I knew we were done at the beach..</span></div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390016794826998722" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Ss0vt6UNg8I/AAAAAAAAAoE/gOqaxQTEILw/s400/sepia+derek+and+baby.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Ss0s5OpFAQI/AAAAAAAAAns/BKqerjCKjmE/s1600-h/Kambri+136.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:arial;">I love this...</span></div><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Ss0snxoGnJI/AAAAAAAAAnk/8ojzV3BKc1g/s1600-h/Kambri+101.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390013390880414866" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Ss0snxoGnJI/AAAAAAAAAnk/8ojzV3BKc1g/s400/Kambri+101.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> View of San Diego from Coronado</span></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Ss0sR82dL4I/AAAAAAAAAnc/uwV78ZPh7w4/s1600-h/Kambri+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390013015936282498" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Ss0sR82dL4I/AAAAAAAAAnc/uwV78ZPh7w4/s400/Kambri+017.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Best Pic of the trip- We love our little bug!<br /></span></div></div></div><br /></div>Jess and Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700606620574820303noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645688081291319136.post-86341011196140028782009-08-20T11:26:00.000-07:002009-08-20T11:28:11.866-07:00Missing this little face...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/So2Vaj_hinI/AAAAAAAAAnM/VhjOZsCOiCs/s1600-h/photo%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372114214093687410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/So2Vaj_hinI/AAAAAAAAAnM/VhjOZsCOiCs/s400/photo%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Really... Did I have to go back to work this week already?... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Maternity leave wasn't long enough :(</span><br /></div></span>Jess and Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700606620574820303noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645688081291319136.post-53012899369002124422009-07-31T22:23:00.000-07:002009-07-31T22:40:02.064-07:00Newborn Pics<div><div><div><div><div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">So i'm finally getting around to posting Kambri's newborn pictures- and I love them... My friend Ereka's sister-in-law does the most amazing pictures of kids! I definately recommend her if anyone is interested (check out her website and blog at <span style="font-size:130%;">hayleebeanphotography.com</span>). Here are some of our favorites- but it was <span style="font-size:130%;">sooo </span>hard to choose!<br /></span><br /></div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364862519929954482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SnPSCaE7YLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/GGcTKEDnikk/s400/Kambri+003.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364862738132537346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SnPSPG8ekAI/AAAAAAAAAmM/4i3K6kqT8Ww/s400/kamri+newborns.jpg" border="0" /></p></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364863402095652722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SnPS1wZnr3I/AAAAAAAAAmc/8LEyknTlr2A/s400/Kambri+006.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364863043634344930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SnPSg5ByM-I/AAAAAAAAAmU/x1UsG5nV0RI/s400/Kambri+004.jpg" border="0" /><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364863795861899890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SnPTMrSzynI/AAAAAAAAAmk/UqWhn9CXJBY/s400/Kambri+015.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364864788339570786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SnPUGcj7OGI/AAAAAAAAAnE/pTcyF208MVI/s400/Kambri+005.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364864261043534018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SnPTnwOwOMI/AAAAAAAAAm0/p62imIXvCJU/s400/Kambri+010.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><br /><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364864507284294050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SnPT2FjICaI/AAAAAAAAAm8/RAoJzcZmFh8/s400/Kambri+012.jpg" border="0" /><br /></div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364864006210716306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SnPTY654ApI/AAAAAAAAAms/u9T7sRa8cV0/s400/Kambri+008.jpg" border="0" /><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jess and Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700606620574820303noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645688081291319136.post-91561456734973709642009-07-20T08:48:00.000-07:002009-07-21T10:59:08.968-07:00What I have learned...<span style="font-family:arial;">So I always said I wouldn't be someone who only blogged about their baby and nothing else, BUT- I can't help it. Plus we haven't gone out a whole lot this summer, so it's pretty much all we've been doing. So here is a little bit of what I've learned about taking care of babies over the past weeks..</span><br /><br /><div><div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">If you want your baby to smile- make <span style="font-size:130%;">every attempt</span> to act as idiotic and foolish as possible- it may bring results, however more then likely they will start to look at you like this. I call this the "<span style="font-size:130%;">you've got to be kidding me</span>" face.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360570669757882978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SmSSn2RL4mI/AAAAAAAAAk8/lnbL37qvgL8/s400/Kambri+288.jpg" border="0" /> </div><div></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">In order to <span style="font-size:130%;">really</span> get her to smile (or even calm down)... ALWAYS place a baby flat on their back on the floor or a bed so they might have a better view of the ceiling and can become <span style="font-size:130%;">mesmorized</span> with the<span style="font-size:130%;"> lights</span>. Who would've known how exciting these can be? This will almost always give you the results you are looking for. If this isn't working, refer to mr. monkey (see below).</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div></div><div></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360967716863402802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SmX7vB_64zI/AAAAAAAAAls/nlX1i8t3-No/s400/cruise,+scottsdale,+kambri+215.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">I present to you a babies most "fascinating" toy- <span style="font-size:130%;">mr. flying monkey</span>. If ever you find that a child is mildly colicky, doesn't want to be held, dealing with gas/digestive issues, or is upset about anything really.. <span style="font-size:130%;">Simply </span>place them below this, and they will be engaged for <span style="font-size:130%;">hours</span>. It not only provides great entertainment, a source of their first smiles and baby coos/shouts, it will also allow for intense exercise. At least an hour of <span style="font-size:130%;">kicking</span> and <span style="font-size:130%;">punching</span> will take place.</span> </div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360570225588523682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SmSSN_m9UqI/AAAAAAAAAks/EHjA0HXLlXo/s400/Kambri+225.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-family:arial;">Note- no other toy or animal can be used- it must always be the <span style="font-size:130%;">monkey</span>. Other toys or objects may allow for some <span style="font-size:130%;">intense staring</span> (see below), but nothing but the monkey will bring the same amount of joy and <span style="font-size:130%;">excitement</span>. (Notice the gym has other things on it- she will ALWAYS turn towards the monkey- we think she is sure it is really <span style="font-size:130%;">alive</span>- she makes many attempts to talk, coo, shout, and even cries at it).</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360572705403103362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SmSUeVo06II/AAAAAAAAAlU/5ptaIZJhNOo/s320/Kambri+228.jpg" border="0" /></span></div></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">When your child will not stop her relentless screaming, <span style="font-size:130%;">DO NOT</span> try calming them down by cuddling, holding her closely, or trying to rock her in the "standard" baby position. Babies prefer to lie on the floor bythemselves, as above, or enjoy being held <span style="font-size:130%;">facing outwards</span>, sideways, maybe even upside down- who knows? This one started liking it when her dad would hold her sitting up at just a few weeks old. If all else fails refer back to the monkey.</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;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360790250863460066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SmVaVJoX_uI/AAAAAAAAAlk/jX7K7V6NG_M/s400/Kambri+edited+210.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Even 5 week old babies prefer to sit up like the other adults in a room. </span></div></div><div></div><div><div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SmX_qYIc2HI/AAAAAAAAAl8/2i4aLgkmCi0/s1600-h/edited+cruise,+scottsdale,+kambri+221.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360972034951927922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SmX_qYIc2HI/AAAAAAAAAl8/2i4aLgkmCi0/s200/edited+cruise,+scottsdale,+kambri+221.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SmX_coz0Y4I/AAAAAAAAAl0/L6n-SfGL8x8/s1600-h/edited+cruise,+scottsdale,+kambri+202.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360971798910624642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SmX_coz0Y4I/AAAAAAAAAl0/L6n-SfGL8x8/s200/edited+cruise,+scottsdale,+kambri+202.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div><br /><br /> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Sometimes they are calm looking and observing the world around them, other times they look like this...</span></div><div><br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360783739649300914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SmVUaJd8mbI/AAAAAAAAAlc/u79ul_R2DH8/s320/Kambri+278.jpg" border="0" /></div><div></div><div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Once this occurs and none of the previous remedies are working- you can turn to the last and final, NUMBER 1 way to <span style="font-size:130%;">calm</span> a fussy baby down- taking off thier <span style="font-size:130%;">clothes</span>. At times just a simple opening of the diaper will work, at others a full bath is necessary. This was discovered early on when diaper changes seemed to tone her down a bit. Eventually it was found necessary to go further. They can be screaming before and directly after, but during a <span style="font-size:130%;">bath</span>, their faces will always look like this. <span style="font-size:130%;">Note</span> that excessive shouting, yelling, and frustration will occur when the <span style="font-size:130%;">clothes </span>are placed back on.</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"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360570400556614850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SmSSYLamhMI/AAAAAAAAAk0/6ETvFf7I6Rs/s400/Kambri+edited+267.jpg" border="0" /><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;">Don't worry Derek has warned her that we "really can't make it a <span style="font-size:130%;">habit</span> in the future to take off our clothes whenever we get <span style="font-size:130%;">upset</span>"- so parents out there, try not be afraid! :)</span></div></div></div>Jess and Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700606620574820303noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645688081291319136.post-22277513726948361932009-07-20T08:27:00.000-07:002009-07-20T08:47:44.093-07:00A very belated<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SmSOuY5GBdI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Ww-0Kk589P4/s1600-h/Kambri+288.jpg"></a><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"> </span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:180%;">HAPPY 4th of JULY !!!</span></span></span></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360564741376826658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SmSNOxU_3SI/AAAAAAAAAkE/LF0cV_dM-8c/s400/Kambri+234.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">from us...</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">We didn't do a whole lot this year, just spent the day hanging out and having a barbeque at my family's, then went to the Sandy City Hall deal to show this little girl off to Derek's family. Afterwards we hung out at Abby and Devins doing fireworks and having yummy treats. Thanks everyone it sure was fun!</span></div><div align="center"> </div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360565127564850450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SmSNlP_ZdRI/AAAAAAAAAkM/UpJX2qWy1QE/s400/Kambri+237.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SmSN4XGKpGI/AAAAAAAAAkU/4uaYaw2Y3Kk/s1600-h/Kambri+225.jpg"></a> I sure love this tiny little face- how can you not?<br /><br /></div><div align="center"> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360565668599513538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SmSOEvgHQcI/AAAAAAAAAkc/NIK962axeiQ/s320/Kambri+264.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Grady... Already trying to hold Kambri's hand! :)</span></div>Jess and Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700606620574820303noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645688081291319136.post-74515106570527629232009-06-25T21:31:00.001-07:002009-06-25T21:53:49.427-07:002 year vacation?<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SkRTSuCMYPI/AAAAAAAAAj0/91Ucv1vcqeQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351493838282973426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SkRTSuCMYPI/AAAAAAAAAj0/91Ucv1vcqeQ/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a> <div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Well... not really... My little brother just got his mission call to the <strong>West Indies</strong>! I don't know if i'm just out of it, but I definately haven't heard of many people being called here. In case you don't know where it is- just book a cruise to the Eastern Caribbean and many of the islands you go to will be in his area! We're all not to sorry for him- to bad he doesn't get to enjoy the warm water and beaches the way you would <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SkRTgVX8bkI/AAAAAAAAAj8/jlrvmqNNtq4/s1600-h/shapeimage_3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351494072181485122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SkRTgVX8bkI/AAAAAAAAAj8/jlrvmqNNtq4/s320/shapeimage_3.jpg" border="0" /></a>on a cruise... The funniest part about it is that it's DUTCH speaking! We're all so excited for him and know he'll do an amazing job. Congrats Aaron!</span></div>Jess and Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700606620574820303noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645688081291319136.post-76700239440973257412009-06-03T15:27:00.000-07:002009-06-04T20:37:09.625-07:00She's Here!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SidX9ASSONI/AAAAAAAAAhc/b-7j9RaX8zk/s1600-h/Kambri+031.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343336188458711250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SidX9ASSONI/AAAAAAAAAhc/b-7j9RaX8zk/s400/Kambri+031.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"><strong>Kambri Lynn Pearson</strong></span><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">5-26-09</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">12:03 pm</span><br /><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">6 pounds 6 oz</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">20 in</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343336817317477618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SidYhm95fPI/AAAAAAAAAhk/nSbwp8jVBQo/s320/Kambri+052.jpg" border="0" /> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Our baby girl is already over a week old! I finally am having a few minutes to blog about it. The doctor had been telling me that I was going to go a week late and we needed to set a date to be induced. We were getting a little anxious to see her and were kinda frustrated that it was taking so long... but she came just a couple days later! </span></div><br /><br /><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SidZHLw4KNI/AAAAAAAAAhs/K9Ip5XkYN9k/s1600-h/Kambri+056.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343337462850136274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SidZHLw4KNI/AAAAAAAAAhs/K9Ip5XkYN9k/s320/Kambri+056.jpg" border="0" /></a>So in case anyone is wondering, the recipe for going into labor included A LOT of shopping and running errands, staying out late going to movies, and taking a quick trip to Logan. Yeah- we're probably a little nuts to decide to spend memorial day (my due date) a few hours away.. but hey it worked. I woke that morning having a few cramps and pains that I didn't think much of, and then my later that afternoon I started having regular contractions less then 5 minutes apart, and was in quite a bit of pain, so we decided it would be best to head home. Eventually, after running a few more errands :) (derek wanted to kill me), we went to the hospital. It took them awhile to decide whether they would keep me or not.. but they did, after one long night</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;">AND<strong> 18 hours</strong> later...</span></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343513181668170770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Sif47XXy3BI/AAAAAAAAAi8/MAAIAYcXgkg/s400/Kambri+012.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Sif3g7RrroI/AAAAAAAAAi0/g08jqAMBhKs/s1600-h/Kambri+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343511627938115202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Sif3g7RrroI/AAAAAAAAAi0/g08jqAMBhKs/s320/Kambri+014.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">We had her!</span> She was turned faced up, which was why it was taking so long and there a couple other miner complications with her heart rate that they were watching. They were going back and forth to wait it out and see if things got better or to do an emergency C-section. Luckily that didn't end up being necessary. She had a pretty swollen face and large cone head- as a result of the long night and day- poor thing, but I think she's still pretty cute. Maybe I'm biased. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"></span></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SidaXGHURUI/AAAAAAAAAh8/l44yqOH8snU/s1600-h/Kambri+062.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343338835723175234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SidaXGHURUI/AAAAAAAAAh8/l44yqOH8snU/s320/Kambri+062.jpg" border="0" /></a>So now I'm trying to adjust to this major lifestyle change. We're doing our best to survive on very little sleep- the girl is up all night and sleeps<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SidawTtRutI/AAAAAAAAAiE/mOtr4HEf4Y4/s1600-h/Kambri+126.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343339268868782802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SidawTtRutI/AAAAAAAAAiE/mOtr4HEf4Y4/s320/Kambri+126.jpg" border="0" /></a> all day. It's definately the hardest thing I've ever done, and I feel pretty out of the loop at times, but I hear it gets better. I couldn't have done it all without all the help of our families, friends, and Derek. He is SO good with her and so helpful! I'm definately lucky to have him AND her!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"><strong>More Pictures... Sorry!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343511233921805954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Sif3J_c37oI/AAAAAAAAAis/DPxpQ5KUygA/s400/Kambri+059.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Going home! She was a bit small for her seat and her outfit!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343509912362746098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Sif19EQpAPI/AAAAAAAAAiM/PQdEFhCC8Wk/s400/Kambri+114.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">First bath- actually just before it. She didn't look so content in the during and after pictures.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343338381810317618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SidZ8rKDuTI/AAAAAAAAAh0/XH9JpbceGUQ/s400/Kambri+095.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sleepy Baby</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"></span></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343510658151382546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Sif2oeigfhI/AAAAAAAAAic/nR3Nf2t4sOs/s400/Kambri+149.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Wide eyed and awake- this was a rare occasion for her to be awake during the day, she is usually more like this at around 3am and is asleep all day...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343510217950564210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Sif2O2qdD3I/AAAAAAAAAiU/ioYnFSIavlI/s400/Kambri+146.jpg" border="0" /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">She falls asleep in the funniest positions- this is one of her favorites.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div></div><br /><p></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343510897877238610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Sif22blmw1I/AAAAAAAAAik/BUd3xjI-n_8/s400/Kambri+167.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">One week old today!</span></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p>Jess and Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700606620574820303noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645688081291319136.post-54563922711305844422009-05-11T22:26:00.000-07:002009-05-12T19:49:48.194-07:00Graduation and Thanks to all!<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">GrAdUaTiOn DaY !</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SgkKTGpD_jI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ZJJE6Q40ICs/s1600-h/2009+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334806556913696306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SgkKTGpD_jI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ZJJE6Q40ICs/s320/2009+012.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;">Yay! It's official! <span style="font-size:85%;">Actually he already graduated in December, but couldn't walk until the spring. He was probably one of the few there that already had their diploma and new job set up. Good job Derek- I'm so proud of you! Even though there is more school to come, you've made it part way! ( ps- I know I'm huge...)</span><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SgkKLuFZ92I/AAAAAAAAAgw/tPRMhPgmArc/s1600-h/2009+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334806430062606178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SgkKLuFZ92I/AAAAAAAAAgw/tPRMhPgmArc/s320/2009+009.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Derek and his friend Colby celebrating that their finally done! These guys grew up together and have spent many hours at the U together and working together over the past couple of years... I'm guessing there was a little less studying actually being done then they had initially indicated.<br /></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 /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">ShOwErS, ShOwErS, and more ShOwErs !<br /></span></div></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334806114281772962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SgkJ5VtY16I/AAAAAAAAAgg/l7deJ4GCsMs/s400/friend+shower2.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">Me and some of my high school friends celebrating the new baby!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SgkKBy4w3TI/AAAAAAAAAgo/E995sb9Sw_E/s1600-h/friend+shower.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334806259553066290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SgkKBy4w3TI/AAAAAAAAAgo/E995sb9Sw_E/s400/friend+shower.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">Thanks SO MUCH girls you guys are great! I'm so excited for her to wear and use all the fun stuff.</span><br /></div><div><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SgkJBKE82WI/AAAAAAAAAgA/uue5mVG3_TE/s1600-h/2009+101.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334805149086701922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SgkJBKE82WI/AAAAAAAAAgA/uue5mVG3_TE/s320/2009+101.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Derek observing his first baby shower with his dad's side... he was a good sport for coming along! Thanks so much for all the great stuff and the cute shower! We will definately need it!</span></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335134155987778242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/Sgo0P4S0esI/AAAAAAAAAhU/SAZwjki7Pe0/s320/2009+107.jpg" border="0" /> <div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Me and my mom and my little sister- all so excited for the new baby girl coming! Unfortunately I didn't have my camera with me at the other showers, but we wanted to also say thanks to my family and to Derek's mom's side for everything! You guys are great and soo generous- we definately couldn't do it without you and all the good advice. Thanks again!</span></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jess and Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700606620574820303noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645688081291319136.post-24221182020789443862009-04-22T09:49:00.000-07:002009-04-30T10:39:51.313-07:00Just a few weeks left..<div align="center"></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">So it looks like I have just over 20 <span style="font-size:180%;">days</span> to go. I'm so ready to have this baby and finally see her! However the doctor likes to tell me it could be a while, since not a whole lot is happening yet. We've been keeping busy decorating her room, going to showers, and trying to take some time to relax with just the 2 of us- since it is<span style="font-size:180%;"> soon to be 3</span>! </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </p><p align="center"></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330525607359962482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SfnUzCzQXXI/AAAAAAAAAew/iDB-1tLLl8c/s320/friends.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">Cute friends, cute shower, cute presents, and soon to be cute <span style="font-size:180%;">baby</span>! I would say "babies," but Ereka already had hers by now (since it took me so long to post this...) and he is <span style="font-size:180%;">SO cute</span>. Congrats Ere- Sawyer is adorable, and thanks guys! You're the best.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SfnW9dz0Q0I/AAAAAAAAAfI/Vzk3I1Cmi3I/s1600-h/jz.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330527985432019778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SfnW9dz0Q0I/AAAAAAAAAfI/Vzk3I1Cmi3I/s200/jz.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:Verdana;">Got some close seat to the <span style="font-size:180%;">Jazz</span> game again- 3rd row and so fun! To bad they lost- but it was still a good game. Thanks to Abby and Devin for coming with and to Derek's mom and John for hooking us up! My camera sucks, but here's Williams shooting free throws..</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330528290114128034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SfnXPM1sSKI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/wthW1S1o_uc/s320/jzz.jpg" border="0" /></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SfnXzJyv1vI/AAAAAAAAAfg/o-kvqorPv7U/s1600-h/d.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330528907771762418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SfnXzJyv1vI/AAAAAAAAAfg/o-kvqorPv7U/s320/d.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">We went down to <span style="font-size:180%;">St. George</span> over Easter to enjoy some warm weather. It was so nice- I really want a second home there (maybe one day... Ha! I wish!) </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Derek spent alot of his time golfing, while I went <span style="font-size:180%;">shopping</span> and laid out in the <span style="font-size:180%;">sun</span>. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SfnZQMYi6EI/AAAAAAAAAfw/B846s7RxWvQ/s1600-h/t.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330530506195003458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SfnZQMYi6EI/AAAAAAAAAfw/B846s7RxWvQ/s200/t.jpg" border="0" /></a>The St. George temple- so pretty!! Also, I seriously can't believe i'm posting this lovely picture- everyone tells me I need to take pictures to <span style="font-size:180%;">remember</span>- I tend to disagree, but here we go! </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /></p><p></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330529163927877346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SfnYCEDH9uI/AAAAAAAAAfo/N7W9plD--kU/s320/us.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Fun little trip! Last one with just us <span style="font-size:180%;">2</span>!<br /></span></p><span style="font-family:verdana;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bkwri9zhDw/SfnXewYR7QI/AAAAAAAAAfY/j7NPUlxM5h4/s1600-h/us.jpg"></a></span>Jess and Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700606620574820303noreply@blogger.com3