tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76517209148209086392024-03-13T09:01:49.612-07:00HolmansShaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17626801277204093301noreply@blogger.comBlogger140125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7651720914820908639.post-46349733904132712862011-11-12T13:10:00.000-08:002011-11-12T13:32:39.549-08:00Porter's 2nd Birthday!!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R7JqxrvC1sw/Tr7j_ug9jsI/AAAAAAAAB1E/Pfi-wTBLwo8/s1600/PA260246.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R7JqxrvC1sw/Tr7j_ug9jsI/AAAAAAAAB1E/Pfi-wTBLwo8/s320/PA260246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674223264490950338" border="0" /></a>We had about 8 inches of snow the morning of Porter's Birthday. <br />So we bundled up and headed outside to play.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g0waU07PYhQ/Tr7jnr22O-I/AAAAAAAAB04/0XYPBgD63AQ/s1600/PA260251.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g0waU07PYhQ/Tr7jnr22O-I/AAAAAAAAB04/0XYPBgD63AQ/s320/PA260251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674222851460578274" border="0" /></a>Here's our Halloween snow pumpkins.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IlbMpn7RpXs/Tr7jWH_ECYI/AAAAAAAAB0s/dX1-_oOLLAs/s1600/PA260252.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IlbMpn7RpXs/Tr7jWH_ECYI/AAAAAAAAB0s/dX1-_oOLLAs/s320/PA260252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674222549773584770" border="0" /></a>Larissa had the day off from work and played with us. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It was fun to have her help.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-779y_n07Ssg/Tr7jLQlxV7I/AAAAAAAAB0g/U3N_v4oIyUY/s1600/PA260253.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-779y_n07Ssg/Tr7jLQlxV7I/AAAAAAAAB0g/U3N_v4oIyUY/s320/PA260253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674222363104860082" border="0" /></a>Mommy and Porter by our pumpkins.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K3Q37jBnwgA/Tr7i_nJcNQI/AAAAAAAAB0U/TuW8CS0aFXg/s1600/PA260254.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K3Q37jBnwgA/Tr7i_nJcNQI/AAAAAAAAB0U/TuW8CS0aFXg/s320/PA260254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674222163001619714" border="0" /></a>I told myself that I wasn't going to do another fancy cake for his birthday since I did the one when the whole family was here for Thomas' blessing.<br /> But then I saw this one and it was too cute, and easy. <br />So here is Porters second 2nd birthday cake.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-od1fFVRnhjA/Tr7i0D3QbzI/AAAAAAAAB0I/F81_E62-D_4/s1600/PA260256.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-od1fFVRnhjA/Tr7i0D3QbzI/AAAAAAAAB0I/F81_E62-D_4/s320/PA260256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674221964551548722" border="0" /></a>Make a wish!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tBB8i9o4uaA/Tr7ilLaDuuI/AAAAAAAABz8/v03HiBlii1U/s1600/PA260263.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tBB8i9o4uaA/Tr7ilLaDuuI/AAAAAAAABz8/v03HiBlii1U/s320/PA260263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674221708878527202" border="0" /></a>Thomas gift to Porter, some fun dinosaurs. Porter had a hard time understanding that Thomas was giving him the gift and not that the gift was Thomas'. <br />It was cute when he figure out that the dinosaurs were his.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CvXbLxqI0Bg/Tr7iM9yQAnI/AAAAAAAABzw/yi7l5f7Eln0/s1600/PA260265.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CvXbLxqI0Bg/Tr7iM9yQAnI/AAAAAAAABzw/yi7l5f7Eln0/s320/PA260265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674221292905038450" border="0" /></a>Yummy Birthday Cake!! He actually ate it this year. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And has asked for it quite a bit since.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DMzFLS3yU1I/Tr7h7R04mWI/AAAAAAAABzk/UNvRbi1z3vM/s1600/PA260275.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DMzFLS3yU1I/Tr7h7R04mWI/AAAAAAAABzk/UNvRbi1z3vM/s320/PA260275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674220989047150946" border="0" /></a>Porter loved his gift and plays with it all the time. <br />He loves the train and the dump truck.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5MayzLHNQ0c/Tr7hsr3JYRI/AAAAAAAABzY/AxPtCDicQ0k/s1600/PA260277.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5MayzLHNQ0c/Tr7hsr3JYRI/AAAAAAAABzY/AxPtCDicQ0k/s320/PA260277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674220738337923346" border="0" /></a>MaGa and PaGa with Thomas making him laugh.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sLs7GJrWe3A/Tr7hXJ7pJ2I/AAAAAAAABzM/Q6FKD8_T1QE/s1600/PA260281.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sLs7GJrWe3A/Tr7hXJ7pJ2I/AAAAAAAABzM/Q6FKD8_T1QE/s320/PA260281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674220368452724578" border="0" /></a>Happy boy!! <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e2K1cr4yXgg/Tr7hIGBx_MI/AAAAAAAABzA/pXUpy0uUTeM/s1600/PA260284.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e2K1cr4yXgg/Tr7hIGBx_MI/AAAAAAAABzA/pXUpy0uUTeM/s320/PA260284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674220109706689730" border="0" /></a>It was a very fun day and a great birthday for Porter.<br /></div>Shaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17626801277204093301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7651720914820908639.post-14811126658138554692011-11-12T13:03:00.000-08:002011-11-12T13:09:48.939-08:00Halloween Sugar Cookies<div style="text-align: center;">We made Halloween Sugar Cookies, YUMMY!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Porter had so much fun helping roll out the dough.<br /> We kept taking turns and he would announce who's turn it was each time. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K7bNwGIs4Wk/Tr7fhpK2--I/AAAAAAAAByc/-7_VntijiwE/s1600/PA240239.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K7bNwGIs4Wk/Tr7fhpK2--I/AAAAAAAAByc/-7_VntijiwE/s320/PA240239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674218349613480930" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Pqt2lcPzYM/Tr7fXtviMZI/AAAAAAAAByQ/akh3oLPlU3Y/s1600/PA240241.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Pqt2lcPzYM/Tr7fXtviMZI/AAAAAAAAByQ/akh3oLPlU3Y/s320/PA240241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674218179042357650" border="0" /></a>Our Pumpkins and Black Cats<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lDFmv-URff8/Tr7fuLuN05I/AAAAAAAAByo/dS21O_9WNeo/s1600/PA250244.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lDFmv-URff8/Tr7fuLuN05I/AAAAAAAAByo/dS21O_9WNeo/s320/PA250244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674218565047014290" border="0" /></a>Yummy Yummy Cookies!!<br /><br />Porter helped me arrange a bouquet of fall leaves from our walk that morning. <br />The leaves were so pretty!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h_o0owMUcok/Tr7f7I_tMkI/AAAAAAAABy0/tcVnsM3wLXE/s1600/PA250243.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h_o0owMUcok/Tr7f7I_tMkI/AAAAAAAABy0/tcVnsM3wLXE/s320/PA250243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674218787653366338" border="0" /></a>Shaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17626801277204093301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7651720914820908639.post-36179031150454005992011-11-10T13:30:00.000-08:002011-11-10T13:39:47.768-08:00Thankful day 10Day 10<br /> Today I'm thankful for forgiveness. Our Savior made repentance possible and taught us all to forgive. I am thankful for a loving family that forgives my mistakes, and short comings. I'm thankful for my husband so loves me even when I'm grouchy. I'm thankful for the Savior and his example and that we can all become better people through forgiveness.<br />Day 9<br /> Today I'm thankful for fun home videos. Kirsten and I watched old videos and laughed at how funny they are. I'm grateful to be able to look back on my life and see how time changes and how we all grow. I love videos and vow to take more of my boys so someday they can also learn and laugh at their childhoods.<br />Day 8<br /> Today I'm thankful for nursery. Porter sings songs he learns in nursery all the time. I know his leaders love him and I'm thankful for that. I'm thankful for the fun songs that we get to sing together. <br />Day 7<br /> Today I'm thankful for fun music to clean and dance to. Porter loves to dance and so while we clean we turn on some tunes and dance while we clean. It makes cleaning so much more fun.Shaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17626801277204093301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7651720914820908639.post-41194064117978468112011-11-06T19:52:00.000-08:002011-11-06T20:01:53.976-08:00Thankful day 6Day 6 Today I am thankful for relaxing Sundays. We all have been sick and so we spent the day relaxing as a family. Even as a bunch of sickies we still bonded while playing dinosaurs and cars.<br /><br />Day 5 Today I'm thankful for living so close to Denver. I'm not always thankful for that but this past week we were able to go to the Zoo and the Museum of Nature and Science. These were such fun experiences for Porter and James and I. It was fun to watch Porter's mind learn all about our world.<br /><br />Day 4 Today I am thankful for health. Its funny how you seem to only remember to be thankful for your health when you are sick. We are all passing around a nasty cold and I got it today. Yuck! I love having my healthy body Heavenly Father gave to me. I truly have been blessed with health so far in my life.Shaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17626801277204093301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7651720914820908639.post-66654852731546396302011-11-03T20:07:00.001-07:002011-11-03T20:14:57.576-07:00Thankful day 3I saw this on a few other blogs, and loved the idea of writing something I'm Thankful for for the month of November.<br /><br />Today James and I took Porter to the Zoo, so today I'm thankful for the animals or the earth and all of Gods creations. We had so much fun, and Porter loved the elephants and frogs!! I am thankful for the excitement and joy elephants and frogs bring to him.<br /><br />Day2<br />James has been sick and he went to the Dr. We don't have insurance right now so I was really worried about the cost. The Dr. treated him with so much respect and gave him free samples instead of a prescription. I am thankful for kind hearted Doctors and people in general.<br /><br />Day1<br />I am thankful for the chance to stay home with my babies while I can. Even when we do nothing but laundry and clean house.Shaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17626801277204093301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7651720914820908639.post-63409029196348075552011-11-02T07:17:00.001-07:002011-11-12T13:02:56.681-08:00Cottonwood Farm<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l7KIzE8vB_k/Tr7b9v3M5LI/AAAAAAAAByE/bOEGIeSdHgk/s1600/PA220210.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l7KIzE8vB_k/Tr7b9v3M5LI/AAAAAAAAByE/bOEGIeSdHgk/s320/PA220210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674214434399904946" border="0" /></a>We went to Cottonwood Farms this year. It was really fun! The best part is that its all free, but the hay ride with was 6 dollars for all of us. It was such a cute place. Here is me and the boys in front of a steam engine that they would drive around the place. It was crazy how the steering system worked.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A4ocOY_cxWI/Tr7bpXmz7pI/AAAAAAAABx4/vZJY_LTrLMw/s1600/PA220211.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A4ocOY_cxWI/Tr7bpXmz7pI/AAAAAAAABx4/vZJY_LTrLMw/s320/PA220211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674214084291325586" border="0" /></a>The pumpkin patch, we were late in the year so they didn't have much left.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vPi-IbCLsH0/TrFTSki69nI/AAAAAAAABxs/3IhZwvnIvPw/s1600/PA220223.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vPi-IbCLsH0/TrFTSki69nI/AAAAAAAABxs/3IhZwvnIvPw/s320/PA220223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670404984349062770" border="0" /></a>Daddy and Porter on the Hay ride.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b7GnU8V1nkw/TrFTH3eXOaI/AAAAAAAABxg/yZR1YdXcepk/s1600/PA220214.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b7GnU8V1nkw/TrFTH3eXOaI/AAAAAAAABxg/yZR1YdXcepk/s320/PA220214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670404800451656098" border="0" /></a>Mommy and Thomas on the Hay ride.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T9rgLJxhXWs/TrFS9a36l4I/AAAAAAAABxU/rN3KYrf_wOg/s1600/PA220215.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T9rgLJxhXWs/TrFS9a36l4I/AAAAAAAABxU/rN3KYrf_wOg/s320/PA220215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670404620975511426" border="0" /></a>They also had a hay maze for the kids with look out towers on the outside for the parents. <br />Porter thought that was really cool.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VgXglempVcI/TrFSxF-pwkI/AAAAAAAABxI/62sH6lCr7Wk/s1600/PA220225.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VgXglempVcI/TrFSxF-pwkI/AAAAAAAABxI/62sH6lCr7Wk/s320/PA220225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670404409208193602" border="0" /></a>Silly Clown!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jX6XHxN_H3o/TrFSisT0RxI/AAAAAAAABw8/60fFS76CZS4/s1600/PA220228.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jX6XHxN_H3o/TrFSisT0RxI/AAAAAAAABw8/60fFS76CZS4/s320/PA220228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670404161799472914" border="0" /></a>They also had a free corn maze, and Porter lead the way.<br />He marched us straight back to the end of the corn maze not turning once. <br />We laughed and then made a few turns and were lost for a little bit. :)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_COEGPtIWoc/TrFSWh-PyZI/AAAAAAAABww/lJkyTJ1vCa8/s1600/PA220230.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_COEGPtIWoc/TrFSWh-PyZI/AAAAAAAABww/lJkyTJ1vCa8/s320/PA220230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670403952866216338" border="0" /></a>They had wagons for you to ride in and haul your pumpkins. <br />Porter loved the ride.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mwc_53bJwOQ/TrFSI21y_dI/AAAAAAAABwk/zT-3b2Spd2w/s1600/PA220232.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mwc_53bJwOQ/TrFSI21y_dI/AAAAAAAABwk/zT-3b2Spd2w/s320/PA220232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670403717949750738" border="0" /></a>Porter's Pumpkin! He picked it out of the dollar bin.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> He loves it and carries it around with him.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TE-UxdPBkL0/TrFRvjM_R0I/AAAAAAAABwY/yUgHjXE5IFM/s1600/PA220235.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TE-UxdPBkL0/TrFRvjM_R0I/AAAAAAAABwY/yUgHjXE5IFM/s320/PA220235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670403283181586242" border="0" /></a>We had a very fun day at the Farm and will make sure to come back next year!!<br /></div>Shaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17626801277204093301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7651720914820908639.post-90244172437324800722011-10-31T16:22:00.000-07:002012-02-19T17:01:57.052-08:00Halloween<div style="text-align: center;">The boys' Halloween pj's!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">They were so cute and Porter loved that they were glow in the dark!<br />SO cool! They looked so funny just these little bones running in the dark.<br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nc_E-bLS494/T0GaVRAzrMI/AAAAAAAAB4c/fmWUzSeFJAE/s1600/PA270292.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nc_E-bLS494/T0GaVRAzrMI/AAAAAAAAB4c/fmWUzSeFJAE/s320/PA270292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711015492617219266" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Here are our pumpkins we carved.<br />Porter loved carving pumpkins, way more then I ever expected.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lynt7eEfrZI/T0GVy-xcbPI/AAAAAAAAB3g/epLlMswKXgE/s1600/PA300344.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lynt7eEfrZI/T0GVy-xcbPI/AAAAAAAAB3g/epLlMswKXgE/s320/PA300344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711010505558879474" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S7mQQnMP6lk/T0GWjvvaeDI/AAAAAAAAB34/D-CWEnxBdxE/s1600/PA300324.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S7mQQnMP6lk/T0GWjvvaeDI/AAAAAAAAB34/D-CWEnxBdxE/s320/PA300324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711011343337420850" border="0" /></a>Porter loved his pumpkins so much that he was jumping on his chair slipped and fell and cut his tongue with his front teeth.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-853tHh7l4C0/T0GVlWGxIKI/AAAAAAAAB3U/Kf5ow47oqRc/s1600/PA300328.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-853tHh7l4C0/T0GVlWGxIKI/AAAAAAAAB3U/Kf5ow47oqRc/s320/PA300328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711010271304163490" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-apa8-U7S9MU/T0GYzcfeVqI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/6-yQqwwtsAI/s1600/PA300333.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-apa8-U7S9MU/T0GYzcfeVqI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/6-yQqwwtsAI/s320/PA300333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711013812071454370" border="0" /></a>Our Ward party was very fun and the boys really enjoyed getting dressed up. Porter was our Fireman, Thomas was the Dalmatian puppy.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-97eu5EifbOY/T0GUN2faCbI/AAAAAAAAB2w/v-P3K7AC0v4/s1600/PA290310.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-97eu5EifbOY/T0GUN2faCbI/AAAAAAAAB2w/v-P3K7AC0v4/s320/PA290310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711008768168954290" border="0" /></a>James was a robber and I was the cop that caught him ;)<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LH4w7YXp-Yc/T0GTqBTa91I/AAAAAAAAB2k/6fKSuOqS5MA/s1600/PA290311.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LH4w7YXp-Yc/T0GTqBTa91I/AAAAAAAAB2k/6fKSuOqS5MA/s320/PA290311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711008152596182866" border="0" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BcmHZUwaHu8/T0GTcBWByqI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/XVVGVLx1l5w/s1600/PA290303.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BcmHZUwaHu8/T0GTcBWByqI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/XVVGVLx1l5w/s320/PA290303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711007912088947362" border="0" /></a>Towards the end of the night on Halloween Porter caught on and realized saying Trick or Treat got him candy, so he Loved it!! The following days were spent dumping and gathering him Halloween candy over and over again. So cute!<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MCxOHVwPLO4/T0GWD_8pMSI/AAAAAAAAB3s/IBGIpBc5G7I/s1600/PA310350.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MCxOHVwPLO4/T0GWD_8pMSI/AAAAAAAAB3s/IBGIpBc5G7I/s320/PA310350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711010797932065058" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Shaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17626801277204093301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7651720914820908639.post-61614838151585653842011-10-10T17:38:00.000-07:002011-10-10T19:30:07.436-07:00Look who's almost 2!!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-texcqQC05fY/TpOUZn3lAuI/AAAAAAAABvI/cUJEjoDmmV4/s1600/PA090075.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-texcqQC05fY/TpOUZn3lAuI/AAAAAAAABvI/cUJEjoDmmV4/s320/PA090075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662032324454580962" border="0" /></a>We decided to celebrate Porter's 2nd Birthday a little early for those who were able to make it down for Thomas' blessing. Even though he isn't 2 yet I can't believe that he is almost 2 and that he has been a blessing in our lives for 2 years. <br /><br />I had to laugh because of course with family coming into town we woke up to snow Saturday after being so warm for so long.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dRz3yD88caE/TpOT-RHDQ9I/AAAAAAAABu8/kXb9ryQ1s5Y/s1600/PA080011.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dRz3yD88caE/TpOT-RHDQ9I/AAAAAAAABu8/kXb9ryQ1s5Y/s320/PA080011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662031854488994770" border="0" /></a>Porter helped me make his cupcake cake. He was so excited to help.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--YvQyP49No0/TpOSA9anVyI/AAAAAAAABuw/tTmASwT7wck/s1600/PA080012.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--YvQyP49No0/TpOSA9anVyI/AAAAAAAABuw/tTmASwT7wck/s320/PA080012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662029701718693666" border="0" /></a>He loved licking the chocolate mix and wanted to eat all of it.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mq_KhUININA/TpOR1pn_eWI/AAAAAAAABuk/50FPcWiHx7M/s1600/PA080017.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mq_KhUININA/TpOR1pn_eWI/AAAAAAAABuk/50FPcWiHx7M/s320/PA080017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662029507427531106" border="0" /></a>I made his cake into a number 2 with James' styling help. Porter is loving Mickey Mouse Clubhouse lately so we celebrated with Mickey Mouse. I loved how easy the cupcake cake was to make and serve, I would absolutely make one again.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OBIsABmj9Mw/TpORbxSBDgI/AAAAAAAABuc/7YNb9XsM-Yg/s1600/PA080020.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OBIsABmj9Mw/TpORbxSBDgI/AAAAAAAABuc/7YNb9XsM-Yg/s320/PA080020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662029062806244866" border="0" /></a>Kirsten and Tori decorated the house while Porter was taking a nap.<br />He was so excited when he woke up and said "wow" Over and over again.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Jeh5niXouc/TpORIcRfC1I/AAAAAAAABuM/ibG0i9Bznl4/s1600/PA080024.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Jeh5niXouc/TpORIcRfC1I/AAAAAAAABuM/ibG0i9Bznl4/s320/PA080024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662028730749356882" border="0" /></a>Porter was so excited to see Mickey Mouse on his cake.<br />I love his silly embarrassed grin.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F15UUnNYW8Y/TpOQ8H113UI/AAAAAAAABuA/fteu8x5UipM/s1600/PA080026.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F15UUnNYW8Y/TpOQ8H113UI/AAAAAAAABuA/fteu8x5UipM/s320/PA080026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662028519106272578" border="0" /></a>He loved his cake this year, and ate it by the handfuls.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cdMMqjcRr7w/TpOQrIW3yUI/AAAAAAAABt0/nHyZYIlDArw/s1600/PA080031.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cdMMqjcRr7w/TpOQrIW3yUI/AAAAAAAABt0/nHyZYIlDArw/s320/PA080031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662028227187034434" border="0" /></a>Porter had a fun time playing with his cousins. He loved having kids around to play with.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WypydUJYm64/TpOQZlb8baI/AAAAAAAABto/LoMOugSiANg/s1600/PA080032.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WypydUJYm64/TpOQZlb8baI/AAAAAAAABto/LoMOugSiANg/s320/PA080032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662027925755293090" border="0" /></a>Porter loved each gift he received and has played with all of them non stop.<br />Although his favorite toy were the balloons. At the very end of the party James lifted Porter up and told him to say thank you everybody. <br />He said it so sweetly to everyone, we are very proud parents.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RGKtDZuoADE/TpOQKZV6AmI/AAAAAAAABtc/b5K7PzMs5Gc/s1600/PA080036.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RGKtDZuoADE/TpOQKZV6AmI/AAAAAAAABtc/b5K7PzMs5Gc/s320/PA080036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662027664810705506" border="0" /></a>Thank you to all of you who make his birthday so special.<br /></div>Shaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17626801277204093301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7651720914820908639.post-25733637300978978402011-10-10T17:00:00.000-07:002011-10-10T17:37:43.323-07:00Thomas Baby Blessing<div style="text-align: center;">Thomas Ray Holman<br />We blessed Thomas on Sunday the 9th. He was blessed by his dad James, and had a big circle of Priesthood holders that loved and supported him. Grandpa Petersen and Holman, as well as his uncles, Ryan Marc, and Aaron. Also our friend Brandon. James gave a beautiful blessing and Thomas was wonderful through it. We took pictures after the meeting. It was a cold morning and everyone was so nice to stand outside and let me take pictures.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WkKmd2NL8Bc/TpOLZayeV_I/AAAAAAAABs4/9pRfijhEdLA/s1600/PA090050.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WkKmd2NL8Bc/TpOLZayeV_I/AAAAAAAABs4/9pRfijhEdLA/s320/PA090050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662022425338861554" border="0" /></a>This was the whole group that made the trip out to support us and welcome Thomas.<br /> We felt very blessed to have so many people join us.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-psDMM8jm_zs/TpOMH4fOZQI/AAAAAAAABtU/S6ZyKuszlcc/s1600/PA090040.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-psDMM8jm_zs/TpOMH4fOZQI/AAAAAAAABtU/S6ZyKuszlcc/s320/PA090040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662023223585170690" border="0" /></a>Here is Grandma and Grandpa Petersen holding little Thomas.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nqndG3KvtPM/TpOL7XCU5hI/AAAAAAAABtI/fMBo1_trY_U/s1600/PA090045.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nqndG3KvtPM/TpOL7XCU5hI/AAAAAAAABtI/fMBo1_trY_U/s320/PA090045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662023008447161874" border="0" /></a>And here is Grandma and Grandpa Holman holding Thomas.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DfaFdVBof3E/TpOLwfgtUGI/AAAAAAAABtA/gCiBVHl4bdQ/s1600/PA090047.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DfaFdVBof3E/TpOLwfgtUGI/AAAAAAAABtA/gCiBVHl4bdQ/s320/PA090047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662022821743513698" border="0" /></a>My friend Chantal and her family were able to come out for the Blessing. It was fun to see how much her little boy has grown and to talk about the joys of being a mom.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WPxEdh7vvkI/TpOLK7q6M_I/AAAAAAAABss/GjvZZmBk-8U/s1600/PA090071.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WPxEdh7vvkI/TpOLK7q6M_I/AAAAAAAABss/GjvZZmBk-8U/s320/PA090071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662022176467465202" border="0" /></a>Porter decided to smile this cheesy smile and started asking for "one more picture."<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g83qXyJdm8M/TpOKRvaEhUI/AAAAAAAABsk/8KyGAB8FAyU/s1600/PA090075.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g83qXyJdm8M/TpOKRvaEhUI/AAAAAAAABsk/8KyGAB8FAyU/s320/PA090075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662021193923069250" border="0" /></a>He also thought he was hilarious in Thomas baby tub.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i2vnM3FkwY8/TpOJllXqwSI/AAAAAAAABsU/Ud-m2QMpeL0/s1600/PA100082.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i2vnM3FkwY8/TpOJllXqwSI/AAAAAAAABsU/Ud-m2QMpeL0/s320/PA100082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662020435314393378" border="0" /></a>We were so happy to have Marc and Nicole fly out from Utah. It was sad to say goodbye, and Porter is already going through family withdraws.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L2q4EDqbk-I/TpOHRim2SOI/AAAAAAAABsM/nxbXn6AV1eI/s1600/PA100088.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L2q4EDqbk-I/TpOHRim2SOI/AAAAAAAABsM/nxbXn6AV1eI/s320/PA100088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662017891952117986" border="0" /></a>Thank you to everyone who made the drive out. <br />It was such a wonderful day and wouldn't have been complete without you all. <br />Thank you!!<br /></div>Shaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17626801277204093301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7651720914820908639.post-1339385962206878022011-09-28T13:31:00.000-07:002011-09-29T11:43:23.945-07:00Thomas Ray Holman<div style="text-align: center;">Welcome Thomas Ray Holman!!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FybKnq90cKI/ToOFtf2iejI/AAAAAAAABq8/io54Q3dbKek/s1600/P8060756_02.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FybKnq90cKI/ToOFtf2iejI/AAAAAAAABq8/io54Q3dbKek/s320/P8060756_02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657512573598333490" border="0" /></a>This handsome man was born 1 week late, on August 3rd at 9:25 am.<br />He was 7lb and 12 oz, and 20.5 inches long.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XUdOUSFJzf4/ToOIlfsgX3I/AAAAAAAABsE/RydJ2Bb864Q/s1600/P8030711.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XUdOUSFJzf4/ToOIlfsgX3I/AAAAAAAABsE/RydJ2Bb864Q/s320/P8030711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657515734652182386" border="0" /></a>Thomas getting his footprints done. Cute little feet!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0alMcrYJR8/ToOIRz_aKHI/AAAAAAAABr8/OYhRVTHFD4Y/s1600/P8030713.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0alMcrYJR8/ToOIRz_aKHI/AAAAAAAABr8/OYhRVTHFD4Y/s320/P8030713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657515396502792306" border="0" /></a>Here is our first family photo! I can't believe we are a family of 4 now. :)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JfBCsDwYMp8/ToOIHYlGzdI/AAAAAAAABr0/rPQevPNWDrg/s1600/P8030714_02.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JfBCsDwYMp8/ToOIHYlGzdI/AAAAAAAABr0/rPQevPNWDrg/s320/P8030714_02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657515217346022866" border="0" /></a>Porter was nervous but excited to hold his baby brother.<br />He looks like he is going to kiss him in this picture but he didn't kiss Thomas for 2 weeks.<br />He would pretend to kiss him but would not actually do it. It we pretty funny.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4ifr9l5rohU/ToOH5Mt2CvI/AAAAAAAABrs/N9EX3jo4JM8/s1600/P8030720_02.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4ifr9l5rohU/ToOH5Mt2CvI/AAAAAAAABrs/N9EX3jo4JM8/s320/P8030720_02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657514973643279090" border="0" /></a>Here is Grandma Petersen holding Thomas.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l0MPEWorJ0M/ToOHhJHeYXI/AAAAAAAABrk/taMVIqMjcOU/s1600/P8030731_02.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l0MPEWorJ0M/ToOHhJHeYXI/AAAAAAAABrk/taMVIqMjcOU/s320/P8030731_02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657514560360178034" border="0" /></a>Grandpa Petersen flew in the next day and visited us in the hospital that night.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Aren't the a handsome pair.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4lc2m8Iw3o8/ToOHFerSL6I/AAAAAAAABrc/giCXnFPj_tc/s1600/P8040738_02.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4lc2m8Iw3o8/ToOHFerSL6I/AAAAAAAABrc/giCXnFPj_tc/s320/P8040738_02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657514085111181218" border="0" /></a>Here's Porter holding Thomas a few days later.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He was adjusting a little bit to the idea of a brother. He did have a great time pushing my bed up and down and the nurses call button was pushed a few times also. We were ready to go home and spend more time with Porter and he had a great time with Grandma and Grandpa but I think he was ready to have us home also.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gY-ooCVNlLU/ToOGrDQAICI/AAAAAAAABrU/IpjXaSxu248/s1600/P8050739.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gY-ooCVNlLU/ToOGrDQAICI/AAAAAAAABrU/IpjXaSxu248/s320/P8050739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657513631072395298" border="0" /></a>Daddy snuggling with Thomas in our hospital room.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OBBpK6rl_Ns/ToOGOj5tiWI/AAAAAAAABrM/yaRcN7BE6Bc/s1600/P8050748.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OBBpK6rl_Ns/ToOGOj5tiWI/AAAAAAAABrM/yaRcN7BE6Bc/s320/P8050748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657513141621066082" border="0" /></a>I just had to laugh at this picture.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He looked so cute with his foot sticking out of the bed.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iRoU0JQRWCg/ToOF5cXBjZI/AAAAAAAABrE/P1jCZ4O3nzA/s1600/P8060755%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iRoU0JQRWCg/ToOF5cXBjZI/AAAAAAAABrE/P1jCZ4O3nzA/s320/P8060755%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657512778819276178" border="0" /></a>Here is daddy getting him already to go home!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We were all ready to go home.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was so excited!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JI1TSyMNytA/ToOFeMFFiKI/AAAAAAAABq0/OYQETFUmovI/s1600/P8060758_02.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JI1TSyMNytA/ToOFeMFFiKI/AAAAAAAABq0/OYQETFUmovI/s320/P8060758_02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657512310592604322" border="0" /></a>The new mommy of 2, I was feeling really pretty good after the whole crazy ordeal.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TvBbcO-TWQc/ToOFOXm-ToI/AAAAAAAABqs/buk8T14GErU/s1600/P8060763_02.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TvBbcO-TWQc/ToOFOXm-ToI/AAAAAAAABqs/buk8T14GErU/s320/P8060763_02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657512038809620098" border="0" /></a>We were ready to go home but I'm not sure Thomas was ready<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> (I think he knew life would change with a big brother)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kl9T-u7M-A0/ToOE97RrmCI/AAAAAAAABqk/erlrr4GM0aU/s1600/P8060767_02.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kl9T-u7M-A0/ToOE97RrmCI/AAAAAAAABqk/erlrr4GM0aU/s320/P8060767_02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657511756326213666" border="0" /></a>Birth Story<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Like I said earlier Thomas was a week late. On August 2nd I started having contractions, they started getting more intense and closer together. Porter was good to be patient with me, and we played a lot on the ground, because I just wanted to lay down. My mom and I went for a walk to keep my labor going. At 4:30 I had had enough and called James to come home from work. He hurried home and I got packed up. We called the doctor and told her we were coming in. My uncle Dave was in town on business and him and James gave me a blessing before we went into the hospital. We then left at about 6pm and I had to laugh because the entrance into the hospital was packed with cars (rush hour), it only slowed us a few minutes. We checked in and I had the sweetest nurse. They said I was dehydrated and the doctor wondered if that was causing my labor. I had to drink lots lots of water and they poured the IV into me. My labor continued to progress so they decided to go ahead and keep me. My mom was a huge support to me and really worked hard trying to help me labor. It was a bit different because we were trying to do a V-back. We had to be on the monitors at all times but luckily they were wireless so I was able to walk around and try and get my labor to progress. There was a family in the next room that was waiting outside the door and I swear I passed by them 20 times in my robe, I felt kind of dumb. Labor was starting to get intense and I wasn't progressing very fast. So at about 10:30pm I got into the jacuzzi tub. I couldn't use the jets because they had to have numbers from the baby at all times. But the hot water took pressure off of me and it was wonderful. James kept me laughing and just held me when I needed him to. I was so grateful for him! I stayed in that wonderful tub for about 1 hour maybe longer. When I got out the pain was so intense I couldn't stop shaking. And then I got really sick and the nurse handed me that stupid moon shaped container. Ha, I had no control and shot throw up water all over me, the nurse, my mom, and James. They checked me after that and I was at about 4 centimeters and 90% effaced. I was is so much pain but they couldn't give me the epidural yet because I wasn't far enough along. So they gave me a narcotic to try and curb the pain. It worked and I was able to calm down. They checked me around 4:30 in the morning and decided I could have the epidural. It took them two times to get the epidural in. I could have cared less I just wanted the epidural. James was holding me while they put it in and he got light headed and almost passed out. He hadn't had anything to eat or drink and no sleep, I felt bad but he was ok. They also put me on the pit to try and get this labor going. After that we all got a few hours of sleep. Then they checked me and I was 6 centimeters and 99% effaced. They had just moved me to try and move my labor along some more, which worked! But Thomas heart rate dropped fast! James had just left to get him some breakfast. And when he got back my room was swarmed with doctors and nurses. They all kept telling us that its ok they just need me to move positions, and gave me another med to stop my contractions all together. His heart rate stabilized and my contractions began to slow. They all left and James and I commented that this was eerily similar to what happened with Porter at about the same time during labor. That is when the nurse came in and said I was doing good, and that the patient next door was going in for an emergency c-section, so my doctor and midwife would be busy for a little while. The baby heart rate began to drop again my nurse came in. She tried to reposition me and it just got worse. She asked me if I thought I could get on my hands and knees. I said I wasn't sure since I had the epidural my legs felt like they were the size of elephants. But by some miracle I was able to move to my hands and knees. His heart rate didn't get better and then his heart rate dropped to zero. Everyone else was assisting the other women in the emergency c-section so it was just us and my nurse. So my mom and her haul me down as fast as they can to the OR. Me in all my glory on my hands and knees trying not to fall over being hauled down the hall with a sheet hardly covering me. My nurse was yelled at entering the OR because she wasn't sanitized and because I was on my hands and knees. She told them that was the only way to bring the heart beat back. They had to call another doctor because the on call was already in surgery. He showed up and they weren't sure they could wait long enough for another dose of the epidural to kick in before they would have to start the surgery. They told me they might have to knock me out instead. Another miracle and the medicine was in just in time which also meant that James could come into the OR with me! I was so happy to see him. The surgery was quick and before long there was a little boy. He had the cord wrapped around his neck twice and then down through his legs and around his waist. They said the cord was basically a jump rope and no wonder his heart rate dropped. He was moving down and he couldn't with how wrapped up he was, and it put him into distress. After he was out he did amazingly well. He was starving by the time I was released from the recovery room, and he has been doing great ever since.<br /></div>Shaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17626801277204093301noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7651720914820908639.post-75673883728335932052011-09-26T18:39:00.000-07:002011-09-28T13:30:44.997-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DdO1SFlwgi4/ToFHbzwWi-I/AAAAAAAABqc/DuHalruyggg/s1600/P8070781_02.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DdO1SFlwgi4/ToFHbzwWi-I/AAAAAAAABqc/DuHalruyggg/s320/P8070781_02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656881150029106146" border="0" /></a>This is what we have been up to... <br /> Thomas came home on the 6th of August. <br />He had a doctors apt at 1 week old and he had gained 1 pound! <br />He's a great eater and he is a happy baby.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Jim and Linda and Tori came up that weekend to see baby Thomas. <br />He did what he has done best to all of us, he tagged them peeing through his diaper on to them almost instantly! As the mother I was embarrassed, but what to you do? Take a picture and post it to increase the embarrassment :)<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yFFcGkeRoUY/ToFHDXlVPWI/AAAAAAAABqU/zQgrigWtcnk/s1600/P8070783.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yFFcGkeRoUY/ToFHDXlVPWI/AAAAAAAABqU/zQgrigWtcnk/s320/P8070783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656880730149829986" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ilr0F_iT2s/ToFG4xDbOFI/AAAAAAAABqM/h1YivcQjGGc/s1600/P8070782_02.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ilr0F_iT2s/ToFG4xDbOFI/AAAAAAAABqM/h1YivcQjGGc/s320/P8070782_02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656880548008376402" border="0" /></a>We loved having them visit and take care of me and the baby. <br />Porter loved having more people to entertain.<br />Here is Grandma Holman with Thomas.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2TJPbBtB7ys/ToFGiBuMRiI/AAAAAAAABqE/HyyqAyO-QiA/s1600/P8080789_02.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2TJPbBtB7ys/ToFGiBuMRiI/AAAAAAAABqE/HyyqAyO-QiA/s320/P8080789_02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656880157345728034" border="0" /></a>Grandpa Holman with Thomas<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZG_8oBtxgZE/ToFFbzi-c3I/AAAAAAAABp0/YttDQKW9CSY/s1600/P8080803_02.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZG_8oBtxgZE/ToFFbzi-c3I/AAAAAAAABp0/YttDQKW9CSY/s320/P8080803_02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656878950949745522" border="0" /></a>And Tori was brave enough to take the two boys and pose for a picture. <br />She is a fantastic and fun aunt!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8TGfWggklOA/ToFFBXDnd2I/AAAAAAAABps/7NfBTzzwFIc/s1600/P8080795_02.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8TGfWggklOA/ToFFBXDnd2I/AAAAAAAABps/7NfBTzzwFIc/s320/P8080795_02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656878496625424226" border="0" /></a>Porter loved helping us change Thomas by holding his hand so he wouldn't fling his arms around. So Cute I'm a proud momma!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dixUznLhZLU/ToFEauToLyI/AAAAAAAABpk/zeQ0aA3oMGc/s1600/P8090805_02.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dixUznLhZLU/ToFEauToLyI/AAAAAAAABpk/zeQ0aA3oMGc/s320/P8090805_02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656877832851697442" border="0" /></a>Porter had a few adjustments. He made sure to try out all the new baby stuff. It was cute to watch him try to figure out where he fit in. He is a very happy big brother!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5kmkvZ9v1sc/ToE88KACf7I/AAAAAAAABpc/s0LOeEbpzco/s1600/P8100808.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5kmkvZ9v1sc/ToE88KACf7I/AAAAAAAABpc/s0LOeEbpzco/s320/P8100808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656869611128389554" border="0" /></a>Porter loves his dog Scout! He sleeps with him every night and we love it also. It has made putting Porter to bed so easy. We just thought he was so cute cuddling with him.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4IaxdW4E6mU/ToE8YWh0-OI/AAAAAAAABpU/xBfEa1iwzhY/s1600/P8230869.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4IaxdW4E6mU/ToE8YWh0-OI/AAAAAAAABpU/xBfEa1iwzhY/s320/P8230869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656868996016044258" border="0" /></a>This cracked me up the other day when I walked in on Porter hanging out with Kirsten's friends, singing Taylor Swift songs. Porter was singing right along with them.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cOStkBu8Rnc/ToE8IOpH7YI/AAAAAAAABpM/LaUT4PAfurQ/s1600/P8260870.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cOStkBu8Rnc/ToE8IOpH7YI/AAAAAAAABpM/LaUT4PAfurQ/s320/P8260870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656868719021256066" border="0" /></a>We went to my friend Chantal's baby boys blessing. Her boy Ryan and Thomas are 10 days apart. We laughed when they linked arms, and both of them had just been changed after messing their clothes by peeing and pooing through.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y0WFN---DIA/ToE7vG5r6WI/AAAAAAAABpE/u3b19nraPKk/s1600/P8280877.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y0WFN---DIA/ToE7vG5r6WI/AAAAAAAABpE/u3b19nraPKk/s320/P8280877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656868287446509922" border="0" /></a>Here's Grandma Petersen holding Thomas after work, they look so cute and comfy.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MDiwYimb6eE/ToE7ew-Tb_I/AAAAAAAABo8/zlNEVHDV2JI/s1600/P8310882.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MDiwYimb6eE/ToE7ew-Tb_I/AAAAAAAABo8/zlNEVHDV2JI/s320/P8310882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656868006682390514" border="0" /></a>Porter is into Elephants right now and my sister Larissa gave him this elephant, he loves it and would cry for his elephant at night.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V0hEiQA3FRE/ToE7O7tNNZI/AAAAAAAABo0/dShBA5PvYv0/s1600/P8310886.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V0hEiQA3FRE/ToE7O7tNNZI/AAAAAAAABo0/dShBA5PvYv0/s320/P8310886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656867734685562258" border="0" /></a>Thomas new towel from our friend back in Logan. <br />He looks so cute all wrapped up in it. <br />He is loving his baths now and enjoys a warm snuggle after.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h7dT9JXtSQE/ToE4maGDMCI/AAAAAAAABos/EDzqp8EwKD0/s1600/P9010890.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h7dT9JXtSQE/ToE4maGDMCI/AAAAAAAABos/EDzqp8EwKD0/s320/P9010890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656864839444934690" border="0" /></a>We went to Sanford for Labor day. We had a great time and enjoyed going up to the mountains for a hotdog roast. Grandma Holman watched Thomas for me while we played horseshoes. He was happy to be snugly warm in Grandmas arms.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQ01lQpf--U/ToE2Jocr8fI/AAAAAAAABok/-stc5g51GhU/s1600/P9030899.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQ01lQpf--U/ToE2Jocr8fI/AAAAAAAABok/-stc5g51GhU/s320/P9030899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656862146058514930" border="0" /></a>Here is Porter and Denver his cousin.<br /> They are best friends and love to play together.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke4lKEZHi18/ToFFwHjDc5I/AAAAAAAABp8/Cl0ujxN1zx8/s1600/P9030898_02.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke4lKEZHi18/ToFFwHjDc5I/AAAAAAAABp8/Cl0ujxN1zx8/s320/P9030898_02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656879299916166034" border="0" /></a>Porter loved throwing rocks into the stream that was flowing by.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OLKuNhJeJF8/ToE1Zx5oCuI/AAAAAAAABoc/its49d9K4CI/s1600/P9030907.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OLKuNhJeJF8/ToE1Zx5oCuI/AAAAAAAABoc/its49d9K4CI/s320/P9030907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656861323962092258" border="0" /></a>Great Grandma Holman with Thomas. She was so sweet with him, and he loved being held by her. It was so nice to be able to visit her while we were in Sanford.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3IznOUvUHhE/ToE1JzbUPYI/AAAAAAAABoU/-6eRYE8QKbE/s1600/P9050908.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3IznOUvUHhE/ToE1JzbUPYI/AAAAAAAABoU/-6eRYE8QKbE/s320/P9050908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656861049493929346" border="0" /></a>Porter loved having Great Grandma Holman read to him especially when its a Dr. Seuss Book. We loved seeing family and spending time with them for labor day. <br />It was hard to leave and get back to life.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KWIOg2-ilLM/ToEyZHlC3KI/AAAAAAAABoM/GC_ADvbM980/s1600/P9050914.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KWIOg2-ilLM/ToEyZHlC3KI/AAAAAAAABoM/GC_ADvbM980/s320/P9050914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656858014066597026" border="0" /></a>Thomas has grown so much we can't believe it. He has been hitting his toys with his hands and loves to talk to them and smile at the elephants<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-elwEKLm5J8Q/ToExPwdTMuI/AAAAAAAABoE/MSdGEUkQhOY/s1600/P9060917.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-elwEKLm5J8Q/ToExPwdTMuI/AAAAAAAABoE/MSdGEUkQhOY/s320/P9060917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656856753729647330" border="0" /></a>Cute Cute boy!<br /> Wearing his outfit from Great Grandma Petersen.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBkvAtFiXbk/ToEw_CkPQbI/AAAAAAAABn8/G_yZ9qAF-98/s1600/P9060918.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBkvAtFiXbk/ToEw_CkPQbI/AAAAAAAABn8/G_yZ9qAF-98/s320/P9060918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656856466532811186" border="0" /></a>Kirsten is a good helper, but in this case she fell asleep and then a few minutes later she almost dropped Thomas while they both were still asleep.<br />It was actually pretty funny, and she really is a big help to me!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1dy8FIPpmY/ToEwvQ1LEUI/AAAAAAAABn0/NNbfc4mBGdM/s1600/P9110922.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1dy8FIPpmY/ToEwvQ1LEUI/AAAAAAAABn0/NNbfc4mBGdM/s320/P9110922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656856195484029250" border="0" /></a>My boys!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL!!<br /> I came home from a walk with Porter and found James all dressed up,<br /> and he had dressed up Thomas. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dsTO32nQW4U/ToEwGPnNlII/AAAAAAAABno/-C4ImneQ73Q/s1600/P9120926.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dsTO32nQW4U/ToEwGPnNlII/AAAAAAAABno/-C4ImneQ73Q/s320/P9120926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656855490782401666" border="0" /></a>Here is the whole family ready for the Bronco's game!! Ya even mom gets into it.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1ifv9DmulE/ToEv2B5nFMI/AAAAAAAABng/kiL9hroAuk0/s1600/P9120927.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1ifv9DmulE/ToEv2B5nFMI/AAAAAAAABng/kiL9hroAuk0/s320/P9120927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656855212223567042" border="0" /></a>Thomas was wearing an outfit made for one of the Build a Bears,<br /> he looked so cute but he wasn't to thrilled about all the pictures.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H62vVU54UA4/ToEvpMBYp6I/AAAAAAAABnY/uUH7FhcRUvc/s1600/P9120928.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H62vVU54UA4/ToEvpMBYp6I/AAAAAAAABnY/uUH7FhcRUvc/s320/P9120928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656854991602231202" border="0" /></a>Ryan is my best at taking naps with Thomas, he is always willing to hold him while he's asleep and tends to fall asleep himself. :)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2VylbxBySQ/ToEvVnCx8aI/AAAAAAAABnQ/4OIJ9DZxkrM/s1600/P9120938.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2VylbxBySQ/ToEvVnCx8aI/AAAAAAAABnQ/4OIJ9DZxkrM/s320/P9120938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656854655258456482" border="0" /></a>Porters favorite food right now is Spaghetti!<br />He eats so much when we have it for dinner and begs for it when we don't have it.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k9I_0seR_ZM/ToEvEzjRF8I/AAAAAAAABnI/x9s15kdK9rU/s1600/P9150942.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k9I_0seR_ZM/ToEvEzjRF8I/AAAAAAAABnI/x9s15kdK9rU/s320/P9150942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656854366558164930" border="0" /></a>We just celebrated my dads birthday, we decided to give him money so he could take my mom on a motorcycle ride through the mountains to see the fall leaves. This has always been a dream of his.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3s8GOOMIOcA/ToEuJoMAXUI/AAAAAAAABm4/f9zI5JvTqNk/s1600/P9180960.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3s8GOOMIOcA/ToEuJoMAXUI/AAAAAAAABm4/f9zI5JvTqNk/s320/P9180960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656853349895527746" border="0" /></a>Here's a little grin on Thomas' face, he loves to coo at us and that makes everyone smile.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5yHm4UU40xQ/ToEtPRbx0qI/AAAAAAAABmw/bvlfG5g1Yas/s1600/P9190966.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5yHm4UU40xQ/ToEtPRbx0qI/AAAAAAAABmw/bvlfG5g1Yas/s320/P9190966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656852347355255458" border="0" /></a>Porter Loves Pudding, I'm sure that's no surprise but how he decided to eat it this time was a surprise. I just had to laugh.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kDX6V4w7pEI/ToErrAchvlI/AAAAAAAABmk/VHwi6S3PNz8/s1600/P9210967.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kDX6V4w7pEI/ToErrAchvlI/AAAAAAAABmk/VHwi6S3PNz8/s320/P9210967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656850624808074834" border="0" /></a>Shaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17626801277204093301noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7651720914820908639.post-53354275707604533922011-03-20T13:24:00.000-07:002011-03-20T15:35:11.687-07:00Big Brother and Little Brother update<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>As many of you probably know we are going to be having another BOY!!<br />I am due July 27th and aside from a sinus infection I have been feeling fantastic! Here are a few ultrasound pictures from our apt. I loved this one with his hands in his mouth looking right at us! So cute!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B3R39xrSJoU/TYZqvRc3PKI/AAAAAAAABlw/SwHyS-AyOTI/s1600/HOLMAN_7.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B3R39xrSJoU/TYZqvRc3PKI/AAAAAAAABlw/SwHyS-AyOTI/s320/HOLMAN_7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586269748170538146" border="0" /></a>Here is the proof :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BeqcJV8aOy8/TYZq0g4hVbI/AAAAAAAABl4/CfRZEcIsNxc/s1600/HOLMAN_1.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BeqcJV8aOy8/TYZq0g4hVbI/AAAAAAAABl4/CfRZEcIsNxc/s320/HOLMAN_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586269838212421042" border="0" /></a>This picture looks just like the one we have of Porter. We laughed so hard, because of his fist right over his nose. Silly little man!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NhvT38JcAHo/TYZqpZrGWkI/AAAAAAAABlo/gE5NgAQgWoA/s1600/HOLMAN_8.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NhvT38JcAHo/TYZqpZrGWkI/AAAAAAAABlo/gE5NgAQgWoA/s320/HOLMAN_8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586269647298517570" border="0" /></a>Porter has been doing really well, he loves wrestling and bouncing on whoever is on the floor. He had a Dr. apt, recently and weighted 26 lbs. He is growing fast and is "doing beautifully" according to his Pediatrician. He is saying so many words here are a few;<br />"Did it!" " Stop It"(he uses this one to yell at the dogs most of the time) "Wee!" "Mom!" "Da!" "Sadie" "Happy" "Jesus Christ" "Mmm Good!" "Hi" "Bye"<br />He is very good at mimicking what we say.</div><div style="text-align: center;">He loves to give knuckles and pull Grandpa Petersen's finger (for a surprise). He loves to throw balls and food, and loves loves loves going outside. He also loves music and his cowboys boots. He is a very happy boy and seems to bring everyone joy!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F2vQWf-kEaI/TYZqUl0TsyI/AAAAAAAABlg/uEXwA_rtIJk/s1600/P1300180.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F2vQWf-kEaI/TYZqUl0TsyI/AAAAAAAABlg/uEXwA_rtIJk/s320/P1300180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586269289781113634" border="0" /></a>Porter enjoying a Super Bowl treat! Yeah go Green Bay!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rqWbFb-VcYM/TYZp484NQEI/AAAAAAAABlY/yAc4vPEm37M/s1600/P2060185.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rqWbFb-VcYM/TYZp484NQEI/AAAAAAAABlY/yAc4vPEm37M/s320/P2060185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586268814935146562" border="0" /></a>Here he is getting ready to go play in the snow, all I had for him were his cowboy boots. He was happy to wear them but they weren't ideal for the snow, oh well.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BxTONe8BD8o/TYZpIRDNXmI/AAAAAAAABlI/55i0lYw5m-Y/s1600/P2060189.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BxTONe8BD8o/TYZpIRDNXmI/AAAAAAAABlI/55i0lYw5m-Y/s320/P2060189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586267978536410722" border="0" /></a>Porter and Daddy in the snow. I have a great video of Porter going sledding but I haven't figured how to get them on to the blogs yet.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4HLT0yo3F8/TYZpmGv4aEI/AAAAAAAABlQ/QZIAvMnl2rY/s1600/P2060190.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4HLT0yo3F8/TYZpmGv4aEI/AAAAAAAABlQ/QZIAvMnl2rY/s320/P2060190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586268491167066178" border="0" /></a>Porter loves his dump truck! He has tried and tried to sit in the back and it always dumps him out so he has moved on to a new technique.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cKxKU-sch0c/TYZ2cl43D9I/AAAAAAAABmQ/2THY0qe-mjY/s1600/P3080234.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cKxKU-sch0c/TYZ2cl43D9I/AAAAAAAABmQ/2THY0qe-mjY/s320/P3080234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586282621378695122" border="0" /></a>Porter loves feeling like a big boy and sitting on the couch with eveyone.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e3ZmTMIUxY4/TYZovVcrObI/AAAAAAAABlA/zJRMEF4PkSI/s1600/P2130196.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e3ZmTMIUxY4/TYZovVcrObI/AAAAAAAABlA/zJRMEF4PkSI/s320/P2130196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586267550220237234" border="0" /></a>I caught him getting his own snack of fishy crackers the other day and just had to laugh. He was so proud. I also loved the boots!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nQS-lUiboWg/TYZ1xYuoMZI/AAAAAAAABmI/NiC_cJP-YPk/s1600/P3100238.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nQS-lUiboWg/TYZ1xYuoMZI/AAAAAAAABmI/NiC_cJP-YPk/s320/P3100238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586281879111741842" border="0" /></a>We had a very fun Valentines day.<br />Porter loved his little cars, and his stuffed monkey from Daddy.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mJTsjzqyMkA/TYZoeY1ijhI/AAAAAAAABk4/cYun9fHd4aE/s1600/P2140200.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mJTsjzqyMkA/TYZoeY1ijhI/AAAAAAAABk4/cYun9fHd4aE/s320/P2140200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586267259072056850" border="0" /></a>He also enjoyed a special treat of Strawberry Shortcake for dessert. James surprised me a work by filling my car with a cute Valentines Card and Candy and a beautiful necklace. I work about 30 minutes away from home so my favorite part was the note in the card that read "ps please call so I can get a ride home" my mom had dropped him off at my work. So Sweet!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rszmyR8AP4s/TYZoUNHXzuI/AAAAAAAABkw/h1d12gqxOR8/s1600/P2140201.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rszmyR8AP4s/TYZoUNHXzuI/AAAAAAAABkw/h1d12gqxOR8/s320/P2140201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586267084126932706" border="0" /></a>Porter and I went to the Childrens Museum and had a very fun time. He loved running around and touching everything.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Rby06IqlaQ/TYZoEiil-YI/AAAAAAAABko/8DSaLxtSR4Q/s1600/P2160207.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Rby06IqlaQ/TYZoEiil-YI/AAAAAAAABko/8DSaLxtSR4Q/s320/P2160207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586266815000344962" border="0" /></a>His favorite part was the little table with the play utensils. He was so cute and then...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8pq0stue1_s/TYZn5-ErfBI/AAAAAAAABkg/TkswfuYm1q0/s1600/P2160208.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8pq0stue1_s/TYZn5-ErfBI/AAAAAAAABkg/TkswfuYm1q0/s320/P2160208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586266633412508690" border="0" /></a>He just couldn't pretend anymore he had to take a bite!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3La4IWMA7z4/TYZnb0AvlRI/AAAAAAAABkY/xhsh4vG46_8/s1600/P2160212.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3La4IWMA7z4/TYZnb0AvlRI/AAAAAAAABkY/xhsh4vG46_8/s320/P2160212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586266115315569938" border="0" /></a>Anything that looked like a seat his size he tried sitting on, he loves anything his size. I thought this fire truck was really cool, it was a bit to old for him but he humored me by letting me snap a quick picture.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IKH4naUXnFA/TYZnOdujXLI/AAAAAAAABkQ/TOhV9LcUxMU/s1600/P2160213.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IKH4naUXnFA/TYZnOdujXLI/AAAAAAAABkQ/TOhV9LcUxMU/s320/P2160213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586265885995392178" border="0" /></a>This magnet board was very fun! Like the fridge at home but much bigger! :)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5GoYw7FIrOc/TYZm6MKwoeI/AAAAAAAABkI/lerKkrNAYj4/s1600/P2160214.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5GoYw7FIrOc/TYZm6MKwoeI/AAAAAAAABkI/lerKkrNAYj4/s320/P2160214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586265537684480482" border="0" /></a>Another one of Porters favorite things is baked beans! He will see them and beg and beg for some. He stuffs his cheeks to the max and wants more.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jG95TvygS48/TYZmrnYjg9I/AAAAAAAABkA/k0GyYEJE7-E/s1600/P2240216.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jG95TvygS48/TYZmrnYjg9I/AAAAAAAABkA/k0GyYEJE7-E/s320/P2240216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586265287292060626" border="0" /></a>Here is my latest creation. It's a rainbow cake I made for St. Patrick's Day. It was very fun to make, but unfortunately tasted nasty, so next time I will make some definite changes to the recipe.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fvJ2t4oU89Q/TYZ0peFzP5I/AAAAAAAABmA/6S6YK2-hXxM/s1600/P3170240.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fvJ2t4oU89Q/TYZ0peFzP5I/AAAAAAAABmA/6S6YK2-hXxM/s320/P3170240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586280643600531346" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Kirstens Birthday is today and this weekend we had a very fun party for her. She had a Kidnapping mystery party and all her friends came dressed.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-02UIgPxsbeY/TYZmVGk10yI/AAAAAAAABj4/ldHF5dUWg9Q/s1600/P3180246.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-02UIgPxsbeY/TYZmVGk10yI/AAAAAAAABj4/ldHF5dUWg9Q/s320/P3180246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586264900528100130" border="0" /></a>Here she is blowing out her candles on her mystery cake!<br />Make a wish<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mZzxDIcNIVY/TYZmIdyXhyI/AAAAAAAABjw/4zR9XqropEs/s1600/P3180254.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mZzxDIcNIVY/TYZmIdyXhyI/AAAAAAAABjw/4zR9XqropEs/s320/P3180254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586264683420550946" border="0" /></a>Well thats what we have been up to. James is still working and going to school, and I am still working at the daycare, so I haven't had much time, especially with the computer. I will try and get better at posting.<br /></div>Shaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17626801277204093301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7651720914820908639.post-47677461484222475522011-01-03T18:12:00.000-08:002011-01-03T19:18:19.586-08:00Santa's Surprise!<div style="text-align: center;">I know its been a while since we've posted.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's what we've been up to ;)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TSKRNadPvYI/AAAAAAAABjk/VifNFS9Dn_w/s1600/P1030165.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TSKRNadPvYI/AAAAAAAABjk/VifNFS9Dn_w/s320/P1030165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558164549754928514" border="0" /></a>Santa brought this shirt for Porter for Christmas.<br />It was fun to surprise everyone.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TSKRA1zGBOI/AAAAAAAABjc/q0JnYtf4yCk/s1600/P1030174.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TSKRA1zGBOI/AAAAAAAABjc/q0JnYtf4yCk/s320/P1030174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558164333756024034" border="0" /></a>More Posts to follow I promise!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div>Shaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17626801277204093301noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7651720914820908639.post-80602084004341343232010-09-23T19:40:00.000-07:002010-09-23T19:45:04.106-07:00You Scream, I Scream we all WALK??? For Ice Cream<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyo6lDqzOtnKe2d5vs_lsjZF-lBk8NMO_Z-L9yReKmqqYMekbKImHZ_kqOPn4t62s3yCpsO5EDBFZy9oYyHoQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TJwQbW7FhwI/AAAAAAAABjI/IHwUzIRRC-s/s1600/P9223453.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TJwQbW7FhwI/AAAAAAAABjI/IHwUzIRRC-s/s320/P9223453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520305305445304066" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TJwQn53Ow0I/AAAAAAAABjQ/q-CF1-JUEdc/s1600/P9223455.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TJwQn53Ow0I/AAAAAAAABjQ/q-CF1-JUEdc/s320/P9223455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520305520982803266" border="0" /></a></div>Shaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17626801277204093301noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7651720914820908639.post-2280064278036977342010-09-20T11:04:00.000-07:002010-09-20T12:45:25.985-07:00What we've been up to...<div style="text-align: center;">We are alive!! Sorry it has taken me so long to post what has been happening in our lives. We are now in Colorado living with my Parents so James can finish school and get his accounting degree. James is currently working at a Chevy Dealership and I should be starting my job as a school age teacher at a Kinder Care.<br />Here are some pictures of what we have been up to the last few months.<br />We celebrated my Dads birthday early since he is in the Marshal Islands.<br />Happy Birthday Dad!!<br />Porter we unhappy until....<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TJeuP-YhKgI/AAAAAAAABi4/eVcs6mGkITk/s1600/P8293405.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TJeuP-YhKgI/AAAAAAAABi4/eVcs6mGkITk/s320/P8293405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519071457832937986" border="0" /></a>He was given more cake!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TJet_uPAmVI/AAAAAAAABiw/_arLbUgoNho/s1600/P8293407.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TJet_uPAmVI/AAAAAAAABiw/_arLbUgoNho/s320/P8293407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519071178620180818" border="0" /></a> Dad making his Birthday wish,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TJetDfR8NOI/AAAAAAAABio/7s3Sb_-gJNs/s1600/P8293402.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TJetDfR8NOI/AAAAAAAABio/7s3Sb_-gJNs/s320/P8293402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519070143813792994" border="0" /></a>James and Ryan we're in charge of cooking his Birthday Dinner. They made dutch oven pork and grilled ribs with grilled pineapple.<br />Yummy!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TJessKVsu_I/AAAAAAAABig/VTsgf0PrJZQ/s1600/P8293393.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TJessKVsu_I/AAAAAAAABig/VTsgf0PrJZQ/s320/P8293393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519069743055420402" border="0" /></a>Porter has been getting into everything! He loves anything paper that he can rip up. He has been standing by himself and laughs at his accomplishments. The other day he grabbed his toy hammer and chased my parents 2 small dogs around trying to bop them on the head with the hammer.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TJescoeFZ9I/AAAAAAAABiY/eTlil-YZjNY/s1600/P8223389.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TJescoeFZ9I/AAAAAAAABiY/eTlil-YZjNY/s320/P8223389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519069476265748434" border="0" /></a>Porter found a microphone to a karaoke machine and had a ball talking into it.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TJesBU_uo0I/AAAAAAAABiQ/DCIi9Xubofs/s1600/P8203384.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TJesBU_uo0I/AAAAAAAABiQ/DCIi9Xubofs/s320/P8203384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519069007181685570" border="0" /></a>We had the opportunity to go to back to back Rockies games. We took Porter to the second one, and he loved the clapping, music and the POPCORN!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TJersdWG4nI/AAAAAAAABiI/cSx42BD9g0A/s1600/P8143357.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TJersdWG4nI/AAAAAAAABiI/cSx42BD9g0A/s320/P8143357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519068648645780082" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TJerfF9p37I/AAAAAAAABiA/9MTXSOTp9sw/s1600/P8143362.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TJerfF9p37I/AAAAAAAABiA/9MTXSOTp9sw/s320/P8143362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519068419030900658" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TJelT4tQAsI/AAAAAAAABh4/v6SyCIslG9U/s1600/P8133350.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TJelT4tQAsI/AAAAAAAABh4/v6SyCIslG9U/s320/P8133350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519061629424108226" border="0" /></a>A few days after we arrived in Denver we headed to Sanford. We had a booth at a neighboring towns Glory Days. Larissa came with us and had a fun time playing with our nephews.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TJelDiof_DI/AAAAAAAABhw/xXXdYWx6ev0/s1600/P8083342.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TJelDiof_DI/AAAAAAAABhw/xXXdYWx6ev0/s320/P8083342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519061348620696626" border="0" /></a>Porter loved all the music and food at the celebrations. We had a fun trip, but we had to leave Diego for James parents to take care of while we live with my parents. It was sad to leave him and I know Porter misses crawling all over him.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TJej-MjglVI/AAAAAAAABho/Cm8MkbR_p5A/s1600/P8073335.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TJej-MjglVI/AAAAAAAABho/Cm8MkbR_p5A/s320/P8073335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519060157283210578" border="0" /></a>Here is our moving trailer all ready for us to unload in Denver.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TJejtvKzIOI/AAAAAAAABhg/REXHkPq_Kq0/s1600/P8013308.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TJejtvKzIOI/AAAAAAAABhg/REXHkPq_Kq0/s320/P8013308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519059874517033186" border="0" /></a>This was moving all our stuff into the trailer. We really appreciate all the friend and family that offered to help us. We couldn't have done it without you all. We had quite the caravan to Denver. We had our 3 cars, my moms van, and my brother in laws truck and trailer that James parents drove out.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TJejfcZMcdI/AAAAAAAABhY/wdKFF6nls6U/s1600/P7303295.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TJejfcZMcdI/AAAAAAAABhY/wdKFF6nls6U/s320/P7303295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519059628958970322" border="0" /></a>My mom and sisters helping pack up the kitchen.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TJejHHX0omI/AAAAAAAABhQ/lwEbHjgqc68/s1600/P7303287.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TJejHHX0omI/AAAAAAAABhQ/lwEbHjgqc68/s320/P7303287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519059210999210594" border="0" /></a>The weekend we moved we also had Diego fixed, he was like a bull in a china cabinet, with all our moving boxes and people.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TJei422WxeI/AAAAAAAABhI/vJqeF_nJUgQ/s1600/P7313304.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TJei422WxeI/AAAAAAAABhI/vJqeF_nJUgQ/s320/P7313304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519058966045705698" border="0" /></a>I have so much more to update, and I will get more pictures on here over the next couple days. Thank you and we love you all.<br /></div>Shaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17626801277204093301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7651720914820908639.post-17156286374633023812010-07-09T13:40:00.000-07:002010-07-09T14:05:28.876-07:00Look Who's Talking<div style="text-align: center;">I was Shocked to say the least when Wednesday Porter started saying Dadada!! I could believe it, he is getting so big. James was able to hear it when he got home that night.<br />He still can't crawl but he can talk :)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzFbxk5o-y7QWwhyfwzGTEUTL1hKI016tFZn-wOcBeAqt_bvM5QbFa52-_YJG7yWYTNFljNFjszjpk0tK3t2g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Shaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17626801277204093301noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7651720914820908639.post-20673123681553176762010-06-29T10:28:00.001-07:002010-06-29T11:29:57.877-07:00Fathers Day and Family Fun<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCo1Q-5mc7I/AAAAAAAABg4/LUHRAgHn9EE/s1600/P6202944.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCo1Q-5mc7I/AAAAAAAABg4/LUHRAgHn9EE/s320/P6202944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488257661783143346" border="0" /></a>We enjoyed a really fun Fathers Day. Here is James reading Porters Fathers Day card. It was ridiculous trying to get James out of bed for his Fathers Day breakfast, I know I know I probably should have served him in bed, maybe next year. We had yummy breakfast of french toast and eggs!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCo1EyhOjlI/AAAAAAAABgw/V43MEO8R830/s1600/P6202946.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCo1EyhOjlI/AAAAAAAABgw/V43MEO8R830/s320/P6202946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488257452301258322" border="0" /></a>A fun Transformers t-shirt for Fathers Day<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCo0316ezCI/AAAAAAAABgo/ped4wvJF7HA/s1600/P6202948.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCo0316ezCI/AAAAAAAABgo/ped4wvJF7HA/s320/P6202948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488257229874187298" border="0" /></a>Porter and Dad in their Father's Day Shirts.<br />Porters' says "my daddy can fix anything"<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCo0qgjyGQI/AAAAAAAABgg/QM40h8bCzig/s1600/P6202950.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCo0qgjyGQI/AAAAAAAABgg/QM40h8bCzig/s320/P6202950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488257000803539202" border="0" /></a>Alan made horseshoe golf, or redneck golf (whatever you want to call it) and we went and played it, it is a ton of fun. I was pretty awful but it was still fun.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCo0dwwy13I/AAAAAAAABgY/OyXQ1l4Ewew/s1600/P6202952.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCo0dwwy13I/AAAAAAAABgY/OyXQ1l4Ewew/s320/P6202952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488256781814781810" border="0" /></a>Alan was by far the best, although James might challenge that statement.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCo0PlVS06I/AAAAAAAABgQ/AA1hkR9Ftu0/s1600/P6202954.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCo0PlVS06I/AAAAAAAABgQ/AA1hkR9Ftu0/s320/P6202954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488256538228478882" border="0" /></a>Porter cheered us on while playing on the sidelines.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCozxtn9PwI/AAAAAAAABgI/IzTE2F_4ack/s1600/P6202956.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCozxtn9PwI/AAAAAAAABgI/IzTE2F_4ack/s320/P6202956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488256025058164482" border="0" /></a>We went up the canyon later that night and had tinfoil dinners and roasted marshmallows, it was a lot of fun. I love this picture of my two boys!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCozTLuuGnI/AAAAAAAABgA/64DPmGRXJaE/s1600/P6202958.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCozTLuuGnI/AAAAAAAABgA/64DPmGRXJaE/s320/P6202958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488255500563651186" border="0" /></a>Uncle Alan feeding the garbage can that Porter has become, he will eat and eat and eat.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCozAZRNI9I/AAAAAAAABf4/a16fYxTsYO8/s1600/P6202959.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCozAZRNI9I/AAAAAAAABf4/a16fYxTsYO8/s320/P6202959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488255177780437970" border="0" /></a>Smore, smores please!! It was a long but fun Fathers Day.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCoyn_AK_QI/AAAAAAAABfw/o2ogYb-a92w/s1600/P6202960.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCoyn_AK_QI/AAAAAAAABfw/o2ogYb-a92w/s320/P6202960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488254758412811522" border="0" /></a>Alan spent his Birthday with us, and got the full treatment, candles and singing and picking your birthday dinner. He chose tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. Yummy<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCoyacEEViI/AAAAAAAABfo/KVEpbLG9SW8/s1600/P6222964.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCoyacEEViI/AAAAAAAABfo/KVEpbLG9SW8/s320/P6222964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488254525695612450" border="0" /></a>Alan's Birthday cake<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCox5oNA_0I/AAAAAAAABfg/MFNI9PrxX70/s1600/P6222963.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCox5oNA_0I/AAAAAAAABfg/MFNI9PrxX70/s320/P6222963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488253962018684738" border="0" /></a>Porter has learned to clap and loves to clap. He spends his day clapping and trying to see who he can get to clap with him.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCoxbeXzdUI/AAAAAAAABfY/NS1GFs0b9Bk/s1600/P6252969.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCoxbeXzdUI/AAAAAAAABfY/NS1GFs0b9Bk/s320/P6252969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488253443983504706" border="0" /></a>Porter has been a big support to me through out the World Cup!! He is a huge fan and loves to clap during the games. We were both very upset that the USA team lost.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCow6GGGRoI/AAAAAAAABfQ/wDTpHHXnGmg/s1600/P6262970.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCow6GGGRoI/AAAAAAAABfQ/wDTpHHXnGmg/s320/P6262970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488252870531106434" border="0" /></a>Ryan and his friend Troy visited for the weekend, obviously we wern't boring at all, they were just very tired.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCowgNL-EiI/AAAAAAAABfI/XBKpneR0HDI/s1600/P6262973.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCowgNL-EiI/AAAAAAAABfI/XBKpneR0HDI/s320/P6262973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488252425758183970" border="0" /></a>Uncle Ryan and Porter after a trip to the Dog Park<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCowPVt4knI/AAAAAAAABfA/z1NoabyOlLU/s1600/P6262979.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCowPVt4knI/AAAAAAAABfA/z1NoabyOlLU/s320/P6262979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488252135990137458" border="0" /></a>Don't mess with Casi, that girl can shoot!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCov0x9hOsI/AAAAAAAABe4/oiKWUg9J2u8/s1600/P6262982.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCov0x9hOsI/AAAAAAAABe4/oiKWUg9J2u8/s320/P6262982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488251679715441346" border="0" /></a>Shooting Mayhem<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCou32iaJRI/AAAAAAAABew/VP-NFoNUfA4/s1600/P6262985.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCou32iaJRI/AAAAAAAABew/VP-NFoNUfA4/s320/P6262985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488250632971887890" border="0" /></a>Checking out the destruction<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCoumn2SjmI/AAAAAAAABeo/N9RnmiaJUEc/s1600/P6262986.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCoumn2SjmI/AAAAAAAABeo/N9RnmiaJUEc/s320/P6262986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488250336970968674" border="0" /></a>Sunday we headed down to Brigham City and enjoyed baby Amelia's Baby blessing. Josh and Elise were so cute with their new baby.<br />Porter and his second cousin Ambree, they had fun making baby noises at each other.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCouXNYQfQI/AAAAAAAABeg/XfF-7QuOFk8/s1600/P6272987.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCouXNYQfQI/AAAAAAAABeg/XfF-7QuOFk8/s320/P6272987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488250072167644418" border="0" /></a>Sweet Baby Amelia in her Beautiful Blessing Dress<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCotz_8_MjI/AAAAAAAABeY/SNojaqo6s7A/s1600/P6272994.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCotz_8_MjI/AAAAAAAABeY/SNojaqo6s7A/s320/P6272994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488249467268182578" border="0" /></a>A Proud Grandma and Great Grandma, what a lucky baby, she has been born into a Wonderful Family!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCoteWxu3AI/AAAAAAAABeQ/QSxrxXoJAHE/s1600/P6272991.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TCoteWxu3AI/AAAAAAAABeQ/QSxrxXoJAHE/s320/P6272991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488249095437868034" border="0" /></a>Shaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17626801277204093301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7651720914820908639.post-48573050811122942112010-06-19T20:42:00.000-07:002010-06-19T21:35:37.881-07:00Rolling, Studying, and Escaping<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TB2XyW2SkyI/AAAAAAAABeA/AJ55wmNPU44/s1600/P6092925.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TB2XyW2SkyI/AAAAAAAABeA/AJ55wmNPU44/s320/P6092925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484706812589675298" border="0" /></a>Sorry its been a while, I have been pretty unsocial for the last 2 weeks, while I have been studying for my Social Work Licensing exam. Porter has been a good boy and has gotten another tooth the past couple weeks. He now has 2 bottom teeth. Well, Porter is a bit of a late bloomer and has finally started rolling all around. Because of this he keeps getting stuck under and in things.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TB2VkXDFzeI/AAAAAAAABdg/OKccqpvdZMI/s1600/P6092926.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TB2VkXDFzeI/AAAAAAAABdg/OKccqpvdZMI/s320/P6092926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484704373101940194" border="0" /></a>In all his rolling he keeps getting stuck under our couches.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TB2VWzACV8I/AAAAAAAABdY/hAmBBKPDaZE/s1600/P6092927.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TB2VWzACV8I/AAAAAAAABdY/hAmBBKPDaZE/s320/P6092927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484704140087154626" border="0" /></a>Our Little escape artist in the making.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TB2StXujWUI/AAAAAAAABdQ/T41Lj0Xy8dw/s1600/P6112928.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TB2StXujWUI/AAAAAAAABdQ/T41Lj0Xy8dw/s320/P6112928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484701229368170818" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TB2SQ3GEZuI/AAAAAAAABdI/P9pSDibBgg8/s1600/P6112930.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TB2SQ3GEZuI/AAAAAAAABdI/P9pSDibBgg8/s320/P6112930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484700739572098786" border="0" /></a>Porter and Mom<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TB2SC4e1AhI/AAAAAAAABdA/y-QunoI-fqg/s1600/P6152933.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TB2SC4e1AhI/AAAAAAAABdA/y-QunoI-fqg/s320/P6152933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484700499426214418" border="0" /></a>While in Denver Larissa and I went to a garage sale and found this cute drum, that sings and lights you. Porter loves rhythm and bouncing to the music. He is getting really good and beating the drum. He also started clapping the other day, its so cute he's so happy. I'll try and get a picture, he oped one hand completely and the other he leaves his fingers bent in half. Silly boy :)<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TB2R4OnIuJI/AAAAAAAABc4/4AQCd2lJqFA/s1600/P6172935.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TB2R4OnIuJI/AAAAAAAABc4/4AQCd2lJqFA/s320/P6172935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484700316388079762" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TB2Q8aSOpZI/AAAAAAAABcw/hgxU96jSyxw/s1600/P6172936.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TB2Q8aSOpZI/AAAAAAAABcw/hgxU96jSyxw/s320/P6172936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484699288729462162" border="0" /></a>We went to Provo this weekend and stayed with Marc and Nicole in their new place. It was very cute and a lot of fun. Nicole had a yummy cake made for us. Unfortunately we had to leave early this morning for Sandy so I could take my Social Work Licensing Exam. I was freaking out nervous (and that's an understatement). After a 3 hour long stressful exam I finished and PASSED!!!! So now I'm a licensed Social Worker, Watch Out :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fixcas.com/art/nosey.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 274px;" src="http://www.fixcas.com/art/nosey.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a>After my test today we ran to our friends Sam and Chelsie's and enjoyed their little girl Shaylie's 1st Birthday Party. It was a lot of fun to see them and celebrate.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TB2QrQlBRYI/AAAAAAAABco/slyj8RSGhow/s1600/P6192943.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TB2QrQlBRYI/AAAAAAAABco/slyj8RSGhow/s320/P6192943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484698994066146690" border="0" /></a>Shaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17626801277204093301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7651720914820908639.post-66741733046044501932010-06-10T17:17:00.001-07:002010-06-10T18:28:44.459-07:00Wedding Trip to Colorado<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGJCrfVxOI/AAAAAAAABcg/PET0OPWEXJA/s1600/P5272690.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGJCrfVxOI/AAAAAAAABcg/PET0OPWEXJA/s320/P5272690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481312900613522658" border="0" /></a>We just got back from a fun vacation to Colorado for Nicole and Marc's Wedding. Porter and I flew out a week before the wedding and than James joined us early Thursday morning. This is us at the airport saying goodbye. James and I have never been apart since we were married almost 5 years ago, so this was pretty hard on us. It was especially hard on James to let me take Porter. It didn't help that our flight was about 2 hours late. Porter did great on the flight and didn't seem to mind the pressure changes.<br />Trying to kill time waiting for our plane by taking pictures.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGI5FpTpSI/AAAAAAAABcY/lu7L7W3xmqY/s1600/P5272695.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGI5FpTpSI/AAAAAAAABcY/lu7L7W3xmqY/s320/P5272695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481312735835956514" border="0" /></a>YEA Our Plane is finally here!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGIlyla1QI/AAAAAAAABcQ/r4zBm1kSu2Y/s1600/P5272697.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGIlyla1QI/AAAAAAAABcQ/r4zBm1kSu2Y/s320/P5272697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481312404301862146" border="0" /></a>Kirsten loved playing with Porter and was a great babysitter for me!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGH5SZGKRI/AAAAAAAABcI/QBHBTyHcmTI/s1600/P5292698.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGH5SZGKRI/AAAAAAAABcI/QBHBTyHcmTI/s320/P5292698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481311639745997074" border="0" /></a>One morning Nicole had a practice hair and makeup run with Delia. We took advantage of that and went out and took some bridal shots. It was me my mom and Larissa and Nicole. We had 4 digital cameras there and ended up with 400 beautiful pictures! <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGHvfWp04I/AAAAAAAABcA/gRUKP-cDRkQ/s1600/P5292701.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGHvfWp04I/AAAAAAAABcA/gRUKP-cDRkQ/s320/P5292701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481311471426720642" border="0" /></a>Here's Nicole all squished in the car.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGHigPp0_I/AAAAAAAABb4/94ntKudgCh8/s1600/P5292742.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGHigPp0_I/AAAAAAAABb4/94ntKudgCh8/s320/P5292742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481311248327496690" border="0" /></a>We did everything we had to get the perfect picture. Yes that is Larissa on my moms shoulders taking a picture above Nicole. The one they ended up taking was absolutely beautiful!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGHQ0IdezI/AAAAAAAABbw/A6u3tniDzTQ/s1600/P5292776.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGHQ0IdezI/AAAAAAAABbw/A6u3tniDzTQ/s320/P5292776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481310944428391218" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGHHD7pJbI/AAAAAAAABbo/hVaEmCUGzI4/s1600/P5292781.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGHHD7pJbI/AAAAAAAABbo/hVaEmCUGzI4/s320/P5292781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481310776870905266" border="0" /></a>CUTE YELLOW SHOES!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGG7_jqhUI/AAAAAAAABbg/BdK_Y3Lqwto/s1600/P5292789.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGG7_jqhUI/AAAAAAAABbg/BdK_Y3Lqwto/s320/P5292789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481310586718029122" border="0" /></a>Nicole feeding Porter, he loved sitting at the table like a big boy.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGGTl6J3qI/AAAAAAAABbY/T7BZgc4s-TY/s1600/P5302810.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGGTl6J3qI/AAAAAAAABbY/T7BZgc4s-TY/s320/P5302810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481309892638269090" border="0" /></a><br />You would never be able to tell, but while I was in Colorado Porter got really really sick! We had to take him to the urgent care center and they gave him an antibiotic, steroids, and breathing treatments. The doctor told us that if he got any worse we needed to take him to the ER without hesitation. Luckily he improved everyday.<br />Cool Dude<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGGHt6gazI/AAAAAAAABbQ/13T79ggS2VA/s1600/P5312817.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGGHt6gazI/AAAAAAAABbQ/13T79ggS2VA/s320/P5312817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481309688628800306" border="0" /></a>One night, me and my friends in Colorado got together. It had been a long time since we had been together.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGF2Memo0I/AAAAAAAABbI/7Rr156NPPaA/s1600/P6012818.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGF2Memo0I/AAAAAAAABbI/7Rr156NPPaA/s320/P6012818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481309387595621186" border="0" /></a>Thursday Evening we fixed a small dinner for Nicole and Marc's families, before we all headed off to the temple for Nicole's Endowment. It was very fun getting to know everyone.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGFndz1bcI/AAAAAAAABbA/3F8R8MLe2uQ/s1600/P6032827.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGFndz1bcI/AAAAAAAABbA/3F8R8MLe2uQ/s320/P6032827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481309134550035906" border="0" /></a>Nicole and Marc on their way to the temple to get Nicole's Endowment.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGFbYjWMoI/AAAAAAAABa4/Y6fRhHx7d8g/s1600/P6032831.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGFbYjWMoI/AAAAAAAABa4/Y6fRhHx7d8g/s320/P6032831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481308926980272770" border="0" /></a>I didn't get many pictures of the actual wedding because I was running around like a crazy person, so here are the few I have.<br />Porter with my Bouquet.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGE7k7kHkI/AAAAAAAABaw/cotPlQTPDr0/s1600/P6042833.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGE7k7kHkI/AAAAAAAABaw/cotPlQTPDr0/s320/P6042833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481308380547259970" border="0" /></a>Cutting the Cake AWE!!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGEtQvl2HI/AAAAAAAABao/O5S6uOrYSuc/s1600/P6042835.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGEtQvl2HI/AAAAAAAABao/O5S6uOrYSuc/s320/P6042835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481308134610163826" border="0" /></a>First Dance<br /> (some how every picture I have they are kissing hummm)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGEU9-rQyI/AAAAAAAABag/R0Ngb71zxvc/s1600/P6042842.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGEU9-rQyI/AAAAAAAABag/R0Ngb71zxvc/s320/P6042842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481307717256299298" border="0" /></a>Their get away car, was decorated so cute by his family.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGDzEQZV3I/AAAAAAAABaY/EosAHe6aOt8/s1600/P6042861.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGDzEQZV3I/AAAAAAAABaY/EosAHe6aOt8/s320/P6042861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481307134825682802" border="0" /></a>Larissa and Jackie it was so good to see Nanc and Jackie!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGDmo0I-CI/AAAAAAAABaQ/6W06mYrVblY/s1600/P6042866.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGDmo0I-CI/AAAAAAAABaQ/6W06mYrVblY/s320/P6042866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481306921300981794" border="0" /></a>James and Porter. James and I had been so busy running around and trying to fix problems that porter was just passed around all night. He was an amazing baby. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGDXGCI1nI/AAAAAAAABaI/A6DTS1So3gI/s1600/P6042870.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGDXGCI1nI/AAAAAAAABaI/A6DTS1So3gI/s320/P6042870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481306654266414706" border="0" /></a>Nicole and Marc Leaving the Reception<br />Bubbles Everywhere!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGDK89IKgI/AAAAAAAABaA/91dDRwP19Os/s1600/P6042878.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGDK89IKgI/AAAAAAAABaA/91dDRwP19Os/s320/P6042878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481306445671049730" border="0" /></a> At the end of the night we had to clean up the reception, and man what a mess. Porter had enough and after stripping him down he fell asleep on the way home. What a day phew!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGC_e2JudI/AAAAAAAABZ4/aux5_w8W0rg/s1600/P6042887.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGC_e2JudI/AAAAAAAABZ4/aux5_w8W0rg/s320/P6042887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481306248610167250" border="0" /></a>The next day we all were running on no sleep and Marc and Nicole came back to open their wedding gifts. My favorite was this red bag with none other than Ryan in it. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Congratulations!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGCVhnD_bI/AAAAAAAABZw/ffEaT7v-cZ4/s1600/P6052892.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGCVhnD_bI/AAAAAAAABZw/ffEaT7v-cZ4/s320/P6052892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481305527797677490" border="0" /></a>This is a baby bird in my parents tree. They were very cute.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGCCzbW2ZI/AAAAAAAABZo/V1k3gcrc-dM/s1600/P6062898.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGCCzbW2ZI/AAAAAAAABZo/V1k3gcrc-dM/s320/P6062898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481305206162905490" border="0" /></a>Oh yea, through out all the chaos of a wedding, Porter bit down on my finger the next morning and I felt something sharp. Teeth!!!<br />Apparently he was cutting teeth on Nicole wedding day. Humm he was such a happy baby, I never would have guessed<br />He loves to hear his teeth with a spoon.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGB4SmdDII/AAAAAAAABZg/IM5shY5zXyE/s1600/P6062899.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGB4SmdDII/AAAAAAAABZg/IM5shY5zXyE/s320/P6062899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481305025552387202" border="0" /></a>Sunday we were bummed because we never got to go swimming, so we set up the baby pool for Porter. He also had a sore bum so we thought it might help him.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My dad dumped Kirsten in the pool, because she kept splashing him. So she got to swim with Porter.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGBkRg0xgI/AAAAAAAABZQ/3uWqxuXb1fg/s1600/P6062911.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGBkRg0xgI/AAAAAAAABZQ/3uWqxuXb1fg/s320/P6062911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481304681662957058" border="0" /></a>That is one white naked boy. :)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGBX5KhkgI/AAAAAAAABZI/OtdkcF_QD9c/s1600/P6062920.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGBX5KhkgI/AAAAAAAABZI/OtdkcF_QD9c/s320/P6062920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481304468968542722" border="0" /></a>Monday we headed back to Utah, but we stopped in Laramie Wy to see James brother Alan.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGA7dECltI/AAAAAAAABZA/CsarQIsRA8Y/s1600/P6072923.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/TBGA7dECltI/AAAAAAAABZA/CsarQIsRA8Y/s320/P6072923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481303980388816594" border="0" /></a>Oh it was good to be home, but we had a great time!!<br /></div>Shaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17626801277204093301noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7651720914820908639.post-19454585058724619282010-05-26T10:24:00.000-07:002010-05-26T10:31:02.955-07:00Porters Check up<div style="text-align: center;">I forgot to mention in my last post that Porter had a check up Monday to make sure he wasn't losing more weight and that he was gaining.<br />He did great and had gained 2 lbs in 3 weeks, he now weights 17 lbs 11 oz.<br />The doctor was very pleased and we are glad that we figured out that I had been unintentionally starving the poor kid!<br />He is a very good eater and will eat anything we give him.<br /></div>Shaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17626801277204093301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7651720914820908639.post-88530279217300571732010-05-25T15:51:00.001-07:002010-05-25T16:32:39.752-07:00What a Weekend!!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_xYC_jS77I/AAAAAAAABYw/HAkQRcs0fXA/s1600/P5222655.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_xYC_jS77I/AAAAAAAABYw/HAkQRcs0fXA/s320/P5222655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475348055418138546" border="0" /></a>We had a crazy weekend! Saturday we took my grandpas truck to their house in Ogden and then went and visited my Grandma Petersen. Porter had a fun time playing with his Great Grandma and enjoyed all her fun toys, especially the puppy. I thought these pictures were so cute!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_xX223GHcI/AAAAAAAABYo/X3cCFHGKb_0/s1600/P5222654.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_xX223GHcI/AAAAAAAABYo/X3cCFHGKb_0/s320/P5222654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475347846926835138" border="0" /></a>After visiting for a while we continued our trek down to Springville for my friend Chantal's Bridal Shower. It was a lot of fun and it was great to see so many old friends. Aren't we so grown up. I think we look like we could still be in highschool. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_xXhBwhloI/AAAAAAAABYg/GPO3S-mFHv0/s1600/P5222661.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_xXhBwhloI/AAAAAAAABYg/GPO3S-mFHv0/s320/P5222661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475347471894943362" border="0" /></a>After such a busy day we drove back that night and were exhausted! Sunday we woke up and had church and then went to a birthday party for little Izzy, she turned 1year old. During all the crazyness I had to remain calm, because about a month ago I began planning a surprise birthday party for James 30th birthday. It was going to do it the sunday before his birthday but a lot of our friends were going to be out of town. So I moved it to this weekend. Saturday evening James realized that throughout all the driving he had done the day before he had an expired license! So I drove all day sunday which worked out for the best when it came to his surprise party. At 6pm James brother Jason called and said his car battery died and him and Casi were stranded at the park. SO we hopped in the car and I drove us to the park, (where everyone was waiting). James pointed out Jasons car, and was confused when I parked across the street from his car. I then was able to say the word that I have waited a long time to say, (since my surprise baby shower, when James had said them to me). "Have you ever felt that someone has pulled the wool over your eyes!!" It was a lovely moment for me and a confused moment for James. <br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_xWkvvh2TI/AAAAAAAABYI/JdwCzUlH8kE/s1600/P5232664.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_xWkvvh2TI/AAAAAAAABYI/JdwCzUlH8kE/s320/P5232664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475346436266776882" border="0" /></a>We all hung out and chatted for a bit and cooked a hamburger and hotdog barbecue. Of course the weather was rainy and freezing. We all stayed and ate and had presents and then went home to get warm. It was so much fun, and I owe so much to my friends for helping me pull this off. With out them it would no have happened. For those of you that know James you'll understand what an accomplishment this was. I also have a special thanks for Jason for his fantastic lie that got James to the park!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_xWVaFpYaI/AAAAAAAABYA/M_BUrns6SyE/s1600/P5232673.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_xWVaFpYaI/AAAAAAAABYA/M_BUrns6SyE/s320/P5232673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475346172755927458" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_xXKUbVwtI/AAAAAAAABYY/tkDXMaZSoXA/s1600/P5232680.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_xXKUbVwtI/AAAAAAAABYY/tkDXMaZSoXA/s320/P5232680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475347081769370322" border="0" /></a>Chelsie made the cupcakes for James and they were not only cute but delicious! I love the cupcake kabob idea!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_xW7MGhhlI/AAAAAAAABYQ/wWgKwjCEdT8/s1600/P5232675.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_xW7MGhhlI/AAAAAAAABYQ/wWgKwjCEdT8/s320/P5232675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475346821836539474" border="0" /></a>These last pictures are of Porter (of course) He was being so silly the other night with his pacifier I snapped a few shots of him. It looks like he has a funny nose.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_xVx0D0gxI/AAAAAAAABX4/lpVD5Qbqr0A/s1600/P5212649.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_xVx0D0gxI/AAAAAAAABX4/lpVD5Qbqr0A/s320/P5212649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475345561252299538" border="0" /></a>Crazy boy<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_xVoKAHMWI/AAAAAAAABXw/rPTv-jzUpoU/s1600/P5212653.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_xVoKAHMWI/AAAAAAAABXw/rPTv-jzUpoU/s320/P5212653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475345395343634786" border="0" /></a>He has been so tired from the long weekend we had that he fell asleep while eating last night. <br />To cute<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_xVSCKWu6I/AAAAAAAABXo/0eBojYv41VY/s1600/P5242683.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_xVSCKWu6I/AAAAAAAABXo/0eBojYv41VY/s320/P5242683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475345015281990562" border="0" /></a>What a happy kid! We were told the other day that he is happiest baby they had ever seen. (We actually get told that a lot) But then they said that we should look out because that means our second should be a holy terror. :) I guess we'll just have to wait and see about that. He is such a happy boy though.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_xVC5U8JBI/AAAAAAAABXg/ql_sgDuR6y8/s1600/P5252687.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_xVC5U8JBI/AAAAAAAABXg/ql_sgDuR6y8/s320/P5252687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475344755212428306" border="0" /></a>Shaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17626801277204093301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7651720914820908639.post-25407636372384676752010-05-19T09:45:00.000-07:002010-05-19T09:45:00.737-07:00Our Wild Man<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_LGL6Y8qiI/AAAAAAAABXY/Sb6k4XrcvCQ/s1600/P5132634.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_LGL6Y8qiI/AAAAAAAABXY/Sb6k4XrcvCQ/s320/P5132634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472654405163330082" border="0" /></a>This is the Porter we know and love! He is a wild man that screams for joy and sticks his tongue out and puts on a show for everyone to see. He is hilarious and we love every bit of him.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_LF-w5pGZI/AAAAAAAABXQ/fRsHIBSAIx8/s1600/P5132633.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_LF-w5pGZI/AAAAAAAABXQ/fRsHIBSAIx8/s320/P5132633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472654179277805970" border="0" /></a>Porter has always loved his baths, and he still does. He is crazy in the tub and will get me completely wet kicking and splashing.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_LFyLW-sWI/AAAAAAAABXI/fc2DKu1r1E0/s1600/P5122628.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_LFyLW-sWI/AAAAAAAABXI/fc2DKu1r1E0/s320/P5122628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472653963041878370" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_LFb-U8AZI/AAAAAAAABXA/Pnw7dEHRQQ8/s1600/P5122631.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_LFb-U8AZI/AAAAAAAABXA/Pnw7dEHRQQ8/s320/P5122631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472653581586530706" border="0" /></a>He loves his bath toys, all of his rubber duckies!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_LFRV1_OGI/AAAAAAAABW4/_0otLFrOHaM/s1600/P5122626.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_LFRV1_OGI/AAAAAAAABW4/_0otLFrOHaM/s320/P5122626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472653398920607842" border="0" /></a>This is the end..... Hahaha<br />such a cute bum!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_LFGxQfrDI/AAAAAAAABWw/LmQRbbDHCPY/s1600/P5122625.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_LFGxQfrDI/AAAAAAAABWw/LmQRbbDHCPY/s320/P5122625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472653217300982834" border="0" /></a>Shaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17626801277204093301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7651720914820908639.post-22550141792394151972010-05-17T21:13:00.000-07:002010-05-18T09:39:34.235-07:00Happy 30th Birthday James<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_K_rdgIUhI/AAAAAAAABWo/6O13L1WWgt0/s1600/P5172650.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_K_rdgIUhI/AAAAAAAABWo/6O13L1WWgt0/s320/P5172650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472647250583245330" border="0" /></a>My sweet James turned 30 today!! He has been so funny about not wanting anyone at work to know it his birthday. So...... I didn't tell them but my actions did!! I decorated James car while he was working. I filled it completely with balloons and wrote on the outside. The back said "Honk to Wish Me a Happy 30th B-Day"<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_K_cmK8JXI/AAAAAAAABWg/NjdgmxexztE/s1600/P5172637.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_K_cmK8JXI/AAAAAAAABWg/NjdgmxexztE/s320/P5172637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472646995212248434" border="0" /></a>Porter was really patient with me, he feed himself a bottle while I ran around like a crazy person trying to get the car decorated.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_K_S5Bc6yI/AAAAAAAABWY/eUPIAKYcC40/s1600/P5172641.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_K_S5Bc6yI/AAAAAAAABWY/eUPIAKYcC40/s320/P5172641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472646828474034978" border="0" /></a>After I had finished and found my spying spot in the parking lot, I received a phone call from James asking me if I had called his work and told them it was his Birthday. I answered honestly and said "no". (while I was decorating, his co worker saw me and saw what I was doing, so he went up to James and said Happy Birthday). I then asked James if he was coming home for lunch which would mean he would have to come out and see his car. He said no, so then I told him to just come out back and see me because I had a surprise for lunch for him. He said ok and then I got the camera out. He wasn't the first one around the corner, it was two other co workers.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_K-xe_F2fI/AAAAAAAABWQ/Y16TIy5EhXY/s1600/P5172638.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_K-xe_F2fI/AAAAAAAABWQ/Y16TIy5EhXY/s320/P5172638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472646254549129714" border="0" /></a>Then James came around and he was shocked and surprised. It was a lot of fun to watch!!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_K-WTCqU3I/AAAAAAAABWI/qycggcwEPrk/s1600/P5172639.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_K-WTCqU3I/AAAAAAAABWI/qycggcwEPrk/s320/P5172639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472645787486409586" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_K-MiVNktI/AAAAAAAABWA/We6rinX2_rI/s1600/P5172640.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_K-MiVNktI/AAAAAAAABWA/We6rinX2_rI/s320/P5172640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472645619792057042" border="0" /></a>I gave him cupcakes I had made and he took them into work to share. Everyone at his work takes their Birthdays off, but because they had no idea when James was they told him to take the rest of the day off. So we went and had a picnic lunch at first dam. It was a lot of fun! Later we had t-bone steaks and cake and ice cream and presents.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_K9rNVrbhI/AAAAAAAABV4/fSguxza31FQ/s1600/P5172645.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_K9rNVrbhI/AAAAAAAABV4/fSguxza31FQ/s320/P5172645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472645047221186066" border="0" /></a>James blowing out his candles<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_K9gCvNSUI/AAAAAAAABVw/rucANspJR6Q/s1600/P5172649.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_K9gCvNSUI/AAAAAAAABVw/rucANspJR6Q/s320/P5172649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472644855396911426" border="0" /></a> Porter wishing his daddy a Happy Birthday<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_K9MfWERiI/AAAAAAAABVo/Er7mxWH9foc/s1600/P5172647.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_K9MfWERiI/AAAAAAAABVo/Er7mxWH9foc/s320/P5172647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472644519478707746" border="0" /></a>YEA!! HAPPY 30th BIRTHDAY JAMES<br />I love you<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_K88m6nZYI/AAAAAAAABVg/FK6ZFl7RWmw/s1600/P5172651.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S_K88m6nZYI/AAAAAAAABVg/FK6ZFl7RWmw/s320/P5172651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472644246633145730" border="0" /></a>Shaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17626801277204093301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7651720914820908639.post-71299251383164607612010-05-12T08:48:00.000-07:002010-05-12T09:08:41.818-07:00Silly Pictures of Porter<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S-rQXYF7eQI/AAAAAAAABVY/ailr7ymyCiI/s1600/P5072615.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S-rQXYF7eQI/AAAAAAAABVY/ailr7ymyCiI/s320/P5072615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470413797417777410" border="0" /></a>Porter loves his jumper as you all know. Recently he has been curious about the contraption that holds him in. So he grabs the straps and looks up at it. It kind of looks a bit creepy but he loves it, he also just loves being upside down in general.<br />Last weekend we went to the first Demolition Derby of the summer, it was fun but still a bit cold. Our friends Beaver and Jeanine came with us.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S-rPsiBWZYI/AAAAAAAABVI/tbp6PqkeDqk/s1600/P5082618.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S-rPsiBWZYI/AAAAAAAABVI/tbp6PqkeDqk/s320/P5082618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470413061348550018" border="0" /></a>Here's Jeanine with Porter, he loved the fur on the hood of her coat. It's like pulling on my hair but it doesn't hurt me. :)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S-rP5V5yl_I/AAAAAAAABVQ/W4sCDmn_urM/s1600/P5082616.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S-rP5V5yl_I/AAAAAAAABVQ/W4sCDmn_urM/s320/P5082616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470413281433917426" border="0" /></a>Porter and Diego have become such good friends! Diego still makes me a bit nervous because he doesn't realize how big and strong he is. Also on a side note Porter decided yesterday that he was going to roll over all day and any which way he wanted. He has finally figured it out!!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S-rPRDEhNyI/AAAAAAAABVA/b6JWgxRtS8E/s1600/P5112624.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S-rPRDEhNyI/AAAAAAAABVA/b6JWgxRtS8E/s320/P5112624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470412589183874850" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S-rPEblORCI/AAAAAAAABU4/3ydovuOJ4SE/s1600/P5112623.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S-rPEblORCI/AAAAAAAABU4/3ydovuOJ4SE/s320/P5112623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470412372425196578" border="0" /></a>Porters recent crazy thing is his tongue! Every time he sticks it out I laugh, he does it with such a smirk on his face like he knows how funny he is.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S-rOslsncZI/AAAAAAAABUw/ok1_LCJy1BY/s1600/P5112619.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S-rOslsncZI/AAAAAAAABUw/ok1_LCJy1BY/s320/P5112619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470411962823700882" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S-rOc0rMg5I/AAAAAAAABUo/fpws_msI0iI/s1600/P5112620.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S-rOc0rMg5I/AAAAAAAABUo/fpws_msI0iI/s320/P5112620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470411691966366610" border="0" /></a>Here's a video of the crazy tongue, enjoy.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyIjRpfoVXw9FCFJClE4GLBMtnKD1pg2nAsm-VeDyjBoK1kwmB0Y2VD3B6UhLhyvTzEBMSBCqis3Zhjo6MghQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Shaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17626801277204093301noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7651720914820908639.post-38670776633012263152010-05-07T10:20:00.000-07:002010-05-07T10:48:28.048-07:00Sorry all you Moms out there.....<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S-RPqyDutpI/AAAAAAAABUg/qSxsPzlX0hU/s1600/P5072601.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S-RPqyDutpI/AAAAAAAABUg/qSxsPzlX0hU/s320/P5072601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468583443945141906" border="0" /></a>I just thought I better let you all know that I have the cutest boy ever!! Here's the proof...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S-RPewbHajI/AAAAAAAABUY/HFUwoDOhV9M/s1600/P5072602.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S-RPewbHajI/AAAAAAAABUY/HFUwoDOhV9M/s320/P5072602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468583237347928626" border="0" /></a>Poor kid today I decided to have an at home photo shot. He was a trooper.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S-RPC78sdvI/AAAAAAAABUQ/uNLAKrG2x1Y/s1600/P5072607.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S-RPC78sdvI/AAAAAAAABUQ/uNLAKrG2x1Y/s320/P5072607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468582759405221618" border="0" /></a>The other night Porter was in such a wild mood! I had given him some peaches and some mashed potatoes. Then decided he needed a bath, after him splashing for 30 minutes in the tub and my bathroom no longer being dry. I thought for sure he would be tired, ha. He was even more of a ham, so I gave him the mohawk to go with the attitude.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S-RN2FK_v2I/AAAAAAAABT4/Vtr4rmoG0Fc/s1600/P5012587.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S-RN2FK_v2I/AAAAAAAABT4/Vtr4rmoG0Fc/s320/P5012587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468581439031197538" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S-RNscRr-pI/AAAAAAAABTw/TElORAYW6Z8/s1600/P5012589.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S-RNscRr-pI/AAAAAAAABTw/TElORAYW6Z8/s320/P5012589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468581273434585746" border="0" /></a>Here's a side profile to show how long his hair is but the shadow makes it hard to see so oh well. His hair isn't as long as the shadow makes it out to be.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S-RNiGAY3CI/AAAAAAAABTo/FyoaJKEuNO8/s1600/P5012594.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S-RNiGAY3CI/AAAAAAAABTo/FyoaJKEuNO8/s320/P5012594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468581095657757730" border="0" /></a>"WHAT MOM"<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S-ROTAZG0WI/AAAAAAAABUI/5xb-EUQduKw/s1600/P5012595.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S-ROTAZG0WI/AAAAAAAABUI/5xb-EUQduKw/s320/P5012595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468581935964410210" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S-ROHretPTI/AAAAAAAABUA/mVjH7Xnl0Jw/s1600/P5012596.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6E2JkzTGJ-Q/S-ROHretPTI/AAAAAAAABUA/mVjH7Xnl0Jw/s320/P5012596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468581741372194098" border="0" /></a>I hope you've all enjoyed his cuteness, like I said it can't be beat so don't even worry about trying. :) Last here's another video of Porter in his jumper, I never thought he could beat the last video but he sure hams it up in this one. Sorry its sideways I forget I can't turn it around.<br /></div><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxES09kQNcnUC5bzEBmrSTNXCLZGfiuEUFBfmW1jxj410o8g87SpZZ8yJMEGLTdk3wrYutAUVBmmDd6hpCrtA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Shaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17626801277204093301noreply@blogger.com2